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ticklishprincey · 6 months ago

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Your New Normal

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. A little self-indulgent fic to get my creative juices flowing, The Owl House hyperfixation is coming back full force and wooooo it's a doozy- I swear I'm getting to the asks, I hear you, and they're coming! ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Warnings: Angst, panic attacks, trauma/PTSD, nightmares, implied insomnia, implied suicidal ideation, depersonalization, blood, self-harm, there's a lot of things just please be careful! ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Notes: This fic is more angst than actual tickling, it's more of a seasoning than the main course if you catch my drift. Purple - Luz Orange - Hunter ✰✰✰ It wasn't supposed to be like this. Hunter was never supposed to be here, let alone hiding in the bathroom like a coward. The house was pitch black as he stumbled through, closing the door behind him like it would save him from the aching thoughts in his mind.

Belos. The sight of his eyes, the sneer on his face, it carved nightmares in him when he slept. Its like he could feel the hands of his once family, his once thought to be uncle, wrapped around his ankles to drag him back into the boiling isles.

A failure. A mistake. A failed experiment. He shouldn't even be alive.

His eyes flickered to the mirror, catching the look on his face through the reflection - who was that? Who was he? All he could see were the eyes of Caleb, the hair of a long dead boy. The look of someone he should've never been. Nauesea pooled in his system as this burning feeling erupted in his mind, he wasn't Hunter. He was never Hunter. Who even was Hunter? Caleb Wittebane stared back and he couldn't hold back from smashing his fist into the mirror. His lungs burned as the tears started, a searing hot pain in his hand - he was bleeding. The mirror shattered, glass shards sitting in the sink. The dread didn't leave him though, his aching hand and clouded mind digging through the bathroom.

The cabinets under the sink were pried open roughly, his hands sifting through the contents frantically. His hand touched a cold metal and pulled it out - scissors. His vision was blurred with tears but that didn't stop him from grasping at tufts of hair, cutting it messily.

He wasn't Caleb. He can't be Caleb. Please, he has to be Hunter. What would his friends think if they found out? What would Willow say? What would Luz say? He was a Grimwalker. He was a mistake. The sounds of Luz's knocking and voice didn't even pull him out of the borderline manic behavior, dead set on getting rid of the familiarity of the boy he didn't want to be. "Hunter! Please, open the door!" His hands paused, the scissors nearly hitting the back of his head as his body jolted. Breathing was hard but after a moment he found his voice. "I'll be out in a minute." His voice was strained, he was panicking; his heart and mind reeling from the thoughts that consumed him. There was no light inside, it was just him and the darkness that was filling the room. "Hunter! Open this door!" His voice cracked as he replied. "I'm using the bathroom." It was a lie. But there was no way he could let her in right now, not when he was falling apart like this. A choked breath from him followed the statement as tears streamed down his face and he forced himself to continue cutting his hair, desperately hoping Luz stayed outside. He heard Luz struggle to get the door unlocked, her breathing becoming panicked. "Let. Me. In." "No!" His voice was louder now, filled with tears and anguish. He didn't want Luz to see him like this, so torn and in shambles, so messed up on the inside and desperate to make sense of it all. "I swear to God, Hunter, if this door doesn't come open in 10 seconds I'm breaking it down!" An empty threat, of course, but Hunter didn't know that.

The words seemed to strike a nerve in him, his teeth clenching as he dropped the scissors with shaking hands and rushed to the door.

His hands fumbled with the lock for a moment - hesitating at the thought of how Luz would look at him - before finally pulling the door open.

His eyes were glassy and blood shot, tears streaked over his cheeks and hair cut messily to varying lengths. Luz looked him up and down, her eyes filled with both relief and concern, which quickly turned to sympathy for the shaking boy in front of her. "Oh, Hunter-" She wrapped her arms around Hunter almost instinctively, pulling him into a warm embrace. The tears that had pooled in his eyes and threatened to fall only fell faster at the touch, sobbed chokes of broken noises leaving his throat as he leaned into the comforting hug like a lifeline.

His trembling fingers clutched at the back of Luz's shirt, holding tight like his life was dependent on it. The two slowly descended to the floor, both of them on their knees as the hug continued, never breaking as Luz muttered comforting words into the boy's ear as she rubbed his back, brushing away stray bits of hair. He let himself breakdown with her in the dark bathroom, his sobs getting louder the more Luz spoke to him, the more he tried to speak back and failed with nothing but choked cries. Hunter's arms wrapped around her neck, keeping her close as he laid his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes; shaking against the older girl with tears staining her pajamas. Luz brushed away the tears streaming down his cheeks, gently lifting his face up to look at her. "You're safe now, I promise." Their eyes met through blurry tears, the gentle touch making Hunter shake against Luz as he leaned into the touch, desperate for any comfort he could get.

He choked out a broken noise in a pitiful attempt at speaking, only managing to say one word. "Promise?" "Pinkie swear." The words were like a reassurance to him, a much needed and desired comfort. He held tight to the human, clinging tightly as he shut his eyes tight and continued sobbing against her Neither of them knew or really cared how long they stayed there, holding onto each other as Hunter's tears stained the older girl's pajamas, but after a while he managed to quiet down; his tears drying up as he just laid against her, exhaustion settling into his bones. "You feel a little better now?" He gave a pitiful hum and nodded weakly, letting out a quiet sigh as his adrenaline finally let up, leaving his body tired and in a mess. His heart still raced in his chest and the thoughts that tore through his mind left him feeling sick but he was still leaning against her, still in a hug he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Luz smiled at the sight, one of her closest friends trusting her like this was one of the greatest accomplishments she could ever achieve. She absent-mindedly ran her nails up and down the boy's arms, caressing the skin. Small giggles broke the silence. "Luz-" "Do you want me to stop?" Hunter shook his head, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. "No- Feels nice. Just tickles a little." Luz hummed in acknowledgement as she continued the light tickling, moving her focus to his back, running her nails up and down the spine. Bubbly giggles were her reward, as the boy in her arms whined and fidgeted with the hem of her pajamas, too exhausted from his tears to squirm or fight the sensations. Not that he wanted to. He liked this. He liked having friends. He liked feeling wanted. He never wanted to go back. ✰✰✰ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. WOW THAT WAS A LOT OF WORDS- So sorry, it's more angst than fluff, the tickle community tags are more clickbait in my honest opinion but whatever. As I said before, I am working on the asks, I hear you! Love you all!

#sfw tickling #author is sleep deprived #more angst than fluff ngl #so sorry #twas feeling rather angsty today #tickle community #owl house #luz noceda #hunter my beloved #toh #toh tickles #sfw

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gontagokuhara · 4 months ago

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Its almost 5 am and I have work [today] but heyyyy what if I sent in another fun ask about pointy objects ;) Last time I asked about PO relationship rankings... but what about notable FRIENDSHIPS😭 I definitely think it'd be ridiculous to ask for a ranking of ALL THE FRIENDSHIPS but I'm saying like, I want to know about any specific fun ones we haven't seen that much of, tumultuous OR harmonic, if you want to share!💖

(if I had to rank some though I'd put Fuyupeko at #1 bc ofc they're like brother-sister, andddd Junko-Izuru ONN THE BOOOTTOOOMMM🗣 bc it's Junko duh) (Honorable mentions: Miu & Kiibo bc idk why I'm blanking on where the demi friendships rank) Okay I'm gonna go back to reading the latest chapter bc I gave up on trying to go to sleep💀 I hope you have a great day btw!!! Please say hi to baby Winnifred the Pooh for me and give extra love💘

I realized this weekend after seeing yet another fic I love get orphaned, how spoiled I was with your tumblr and I'm super greatful to be a reader and just consuming the content you share 😭 I really want to contribute more as thanks but I may not have as much time due to school starting soon😓 I'll just say thank you again for now and ofc remind you that you're an absolute BADDIE, please don't forget!!!💖

HELLOOOOOOOO CIDER MY BELOVED <3 as always u bring some of my favorite asks to my inbox so thank u MWAH!!!!! and as always this is for FUNSIES so there’s no obligation (especially if ur busy with school and work!!!) you have already earned ur place in my heart forever ❤️❤️❤️ you are so real about orphaned/abandoned works my favorite fic of all time had its sequel abandoned like 8 years ago…….u really never recover 💔 and i may have done the same to pointy objects for ~3.5 years but we are BACK and pumping out content at any given opportunity because this fic and universe is my baby. so with that said (and winnie said hello to PICTURED BELOW ‼️) lets get into pointy objects analysis mode WOOOOO

OK. SO.

many conversations have been had with my darling beta reader + kokichi correspondent evan @/faglaios about certain dynamics between characters this is like my DREEEEEAM ask because there are so many friendships in the pointy objects verse that are. so special to me. i have a whole list of friendship dynamics that i think are interesting and would yap about But i have so much to say about even just my select few favorites. so here are some honorable mentions before we get to the Big Boys:

- fuyuhiko & peko: i will forever and always ride for the familial dynamic for these two and pointy objects is no exception, as they consider themselves siblings to the same degree fuyu & natsumi do. talk about an unbreakable bond these two are literally almost as close as komaru & makoto are despite (affectionately) bitching at each other significantly more

- hajime & chiaki: not something i’ve been able to explore in-verse, but these 2 are soooo special to me in general and their friendship carries over into pointy objects rejoice ‼️‼️ i specifically singled this one out for the reason that: chiaki, as the goddess of sleep, tends to be pretty absent for long stretches of time, and so there can be decades that pass where she’s just not in hajime’s life. when he’s alone and stressed he talks to her sometimes :)

- kaede & maki: before they began dating they were without reservations each other’s best friend. i have a LOT to say about these two but yay ‼️ for kaemaki nation a lot of time has been dedicated to exploring it in pointy objects <3 so i will hold my tongue. for now

- rantarou & shuuichi: similar dealio here re: exploration in pointy objects canon. granted, rantarou is “dead” for the majority of it, but just as much as they are brothers they are best friends and for as much as i COULD say, i think their dynamic kinda speaks for itself in-fic :>

- miu & kiibo: i will be the first to admit i Do Not Enjoy miu but objectively her best interactions (both in v3 canon + pointy objects) are with kiibo. their dynamic is mutually (lightheartedly) antagonistic like miu knocks their head off five times a day and kiibo runs to tattle on her but like they eat dinner together basically every day and horrifically gossip in very bad whispers. miu clocked kiibo’s crush (overheard kaede talking about it to maki like a year ago lmfao) and became their unasked for wingwoman (she’s very bad at it).

kokichi & kaito: oh goodness. These Two. it has truly been far too long since i played 3-5 and fully Invested in this dynamic but once again from my conversations with evan There is something there . i almost have so much to say that i cant think of Anything to say lmfao so. we’ll put a pin in these 2 for now. but this is one of my favorite pointy objects dynamics.

- kaito & shuuichi / maki & shuuichi: oh training trio how i do love you……both of them have really fun dynamics but the former is definitely a little more well-developed in pointy objects. shuuichi mirrors both of them specifically in his resolve to protect and defend his friends; kaito in his emotional/trust investment and being open and honest both to himself and to the world at large, and maki moreso in the physical sense, in that they tend to be more hands-on and proactive in things that require teamwork (you’ll notice it’s these 2 most often helping others to their feet/to remain upright + at the forefront of public-facing schemes like booking the motel/headlining the convenience store robbery). MUCH to say here (also re: kaito & maki) but yet again i’ve already got so much more to go

- junko & izuru: To Be Continued.

- makoto & junko: exes

WOW! and that was only the honorable mentions 😭 jesus christ. but i saved my favorites/most interesting for last so LETS GO BABEY 🔥🔥🔥

- gundham & sonia: my Personal thoughts on these two have to be divorced from pointy objects canon so i’m speaking specifically on their friendship here. as god of the dark art and goddess of magic they naturally are inclined towards and work with each other, but they’re also just straight-up besties (as much as a grumpy recluse like gundham will allow, especially these days). in Non-crisis times, sonia is one of only a few gods who have near-unlimited access to the underworld. they also have a lot in common in terms of each losing their children within only a few years of each other (sonia with her son who tsumugi killed in her attack on camp pre-barrier, and gundham, we now know, with gonta).

- mondo & fuyuhiko: throwaway joke pointing out their similar organized crime affiliations that evolved rapidly into a like. genuine (business) relationship but also a family-like brotherly bond between them too (fuyuhiko is good at this LOL). there’s a lot of camaraderie (+ arguments) regarding this, as well as their shared isolation and distance from their children. mondo and taka went to fuyuhiko’s house the first night maki was missing both to hash out a game plan on keeping their daughters safe, but also for comfort because…well, at one point or another, they became family.

- maki & tenko: and speeeeaking of family <3 this has been touched on very lightly but of the people maki really has a connection with at camp and specifically considers her friends, tenko is one of those three people (the others being kaede and then later kaito). tenko really had to teach maki what Having Family is like even though she’s hardly the best-equipped to do so, but their shared distance from their godly parents (and lesbianism) helped them foster a dynamic that is very protective and isn’t the most Outwardly affectionate, but is definitely mutually trusting and quietly appreciative. they also train together often (and beat up kaito together when he jumps in too).

- kokichi & gonta: i am a “gonta and kokichi were genuine friends” truther until i die and pointy objects is my love letter to that. i have Many thoughts regarding their canonical relationship [looks at my url] but in my representation of them in pointy objects……when gonta says in his chapter that the two of them are best friends he is 100% correct (for better or for worse). for several years they were in the relatively small (those 2, kaede, miu, and maki) full-time camper group and the 5 of them are naturally more close-knit, but kokichi is…Well. Abrasive. and turns a lot of people off. but gonta was (+ is!) persistent. he sees good in kokichi. they were the only 2 boys at camp full-time for years, and as he did hajime and nagito, gonta lacked other options but to drift towards kokichi with regard to modeling “gentlemanly” behavior after spending so many years not socialized to humans. kokichi would play his usual pranks and mess with him but despite his flighty demeanor…actually U know what i’m just screenshotting my msgs to evan about this i cooked sooooo hard BUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE (and horrificially misunderstood) DYNAMICS <3

- gonta & kiibo: similar to kaemaki in that their friendship has been explored in-verse before their romantic relationship, but i single them out here because there is something very important to me about the two of them learning how to be people together :] gonta spending half of his life to this point living amongst wolves, and the rest of it playing catch-up on Being A Person and defining for himself what the means and who he wants to be and modeling his goals on the people around him that he admires. kiibo lived for a handful of years as an AI with kazuichi, but has only had a soul for three or so years, and despite having a universe of knowledge at their fingertips they still have to learn what personhood is like outside of scanning text and interpreting data — again, with a relatively small and niche group of gods and demigods to learn from. they meet when kiibo is dropped off at camp by a distraught sonia, and immediately recognize in the other something similar to themselves. they’re both entirely disconnected from human culture, but have a fascination with it to varying degrees. they’re both Different, and still learning how to exist in the world they’ve been cast into, and slowly over time realizing that the kind of ‘person’ they want to be, whatever that means…that inspiration might be a bit closer than they think.

- kaede & kokichi: oh i could write essays on these two i swear to god. another one that needs their own specialized post honestly there is So much here and basically none of it is reliant on v3 canon because we were given so little. i’ve built such a little world for these two in pointy objects it’s easily a top 3 dynamic like Period out of the whole fic it’s soooo important to me. people have pointed out they come across as deeply sibling-coded and that is 100% the intention. as previously mentioned, they were full-time campers early on (kokichi arrived before maki did, even, so they’ve known each other longer) and even back then kaede took it upon herself to tour new kids around camp and get to know them (partially because her other options were Adults, her less-than-ideal twin sister, and gonta who she knows but can’t talk pop culture or music with). i’m holding my tongue on certain Details here but they really have grown up with the faux-exasperated big sister and the playfully-annoying little brother dynamic. and on the surface they very much come across that way and have fun falling into those roles naturally. but there is a significant degree of mutual care between them that goes far beyond any prank or argument or fuck up. kaede, as frustrated as she was when kokichi snuck onto the rv and as serious as she was about her reservations regarding his role in their quest, still stuck to her guns and kept him included and safe once he was there, and genuinely meant it when she told them she believes in all of them more than she’s ever believed in anyone. for as obnoxious and as snide and as withdrawn he can be, in the same breath he’s calling kaede a hokey protag he’s diving between her and syo’s scissors without a second thought. he’s still offering kaede solemn, sincere comfort and reassurance in the aftermath of the call with nagito he hung up for her, and lashing out at anyone he thinks is judging her and going to make her feel worse. the two of them are everything to me. pointy objects kaede/kokichi friendship you will ALWAYS be famous

- shuuichi & kokichi: well we already saw everything up until now IN pointy objects, didn’t we? <3

ok bonus WINNIE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!

#ask #bittercideristaken #pointy objects #dr #winnie #my face #only……Half kidding on that one thing. evan has turned me over to the dark side sorry i love the drama #one of my longest ask responses ever perhaps……i spent literal hours doing so u know #well…..ive got 5.5 hours left to go so back to the grind i go 🫠 this was fun while it lasted tho best distraction <3

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itsclydebitches · 2 years ago

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Honestly my expectations for episode one of v9 were below sea level and I was pleasantly surprised. Was it good? Not sure I’d say that. But it wasn’t worst case scenario bad. The mice are lame and dumb imo I honestly hate Little and all the comedic moments involving them fall flat for me. But Blake and Weiss get to talk about not Yang. Weiss is emotionally scarred from what happened and Ruby has a dramatic emotional response to learning about Penny. I wish it was more serious and less comedic as a whole and I’m really sick of these outfits. I hope Neo dies and I hope Jaune dies I’m so tired of them and I don’t know how I feel about this mystery girl we see in the intro. But by and large it wasn’t worst case scenario

Yeah you've basically listed all the moments I enjoyed. For me personally, the problem lies in Volume 9's messy tone being the worst case scenario. In a vacuum, absolutely, I love Weiss grappling with this trauma, Ruby fainting, Yang thinking she might have died... but these moments don't exist on their own and what surrounds them actively undermines the impact of each emotional beat.

Yang: "Yup I thought I was dead. No, you don't get to see me coming to that realization, or grappling with it, or trying to recover from learning differently. Why would any of that be important?"

Ruby: "I've fainted at the horror of my friend dying again. And now we're pretending I'm fine. No one has offered me any physical comfort, or pressed the 'Are you okay?' question, or waited until I'm conscious to have a key conversation about our survival here. The writing did the work of having me faint. Why would the details surrounding that matter?"

Weiss: "I'm traumatized by our fight and cannot discuss it. Wooooo go, Blake! Yeah! Awesome! You get your weapon! 👏🏻📣🎉🤸🏼‍♀️🎊Yup. Still traumatized. Why? Can't you tell? Omg lol an army of mice has captured us. How wacky IS this place??🤪 I am crying. So traumatized. This is an incredibly difficult time for me. [Next episode] Wait, Yang, you got your arm stolen by a purple racoon? Hilarious!"

I've got an example I want to give in my recap of how to do humor in an otherwise dark story, but tl;dr this is not it. The absurdity of so much of the episode -- the mice, the dodo bird, vine traps, Weiss acting as cheerleader, etc.--messes with the work the rest of the episode is trying accomplish. None of which even considers larger, series long questions like, "Why should I buy into Ruby's devastation at Penny's second death when she never reacted to her resurrection?" What surrounds these moments is just as, if not more important than the moments themselves and RWBY failed tonally in its premiere. Pretty spectacularly imo, which is precisely what I was afraid would happen.

To continue with the ever present baking comparisons: we're all eating a cake that, yeah, has some really nice pockets here and there. It's a good cake! ... provided you ignore the cloying, gummy, overly sweet icing that's covering the entire thing and slathered between every layer. Some fans are going to carefully dissect their slice, peeling off the inedible parts, nibbling the remains and praising the bake. Me? I'm looking at the slice as a whole and going, "I can't eat that."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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c0ffinshit · 2 years ago

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Lust For Life (Robert Renfield x Reader) PART ONE

a/n: since yall liked my headcanons so much, i thought “why not” and decided to write this. after a while (aka like four days), i finally finish this fic wooooo! i hope yall like it!

word count: 1,264

warnings: blood, swearing, renfield is such a bottom lol, fake dating (if you squint )

New Orleans was a place I would not have thought to live in; hot and filled with crime, it's basically a waking nightmare. The worst part is seeing those teens crawling along the walls of the Whole Foods near my home. Their large, garish video cameras; records them as they walk into the building, shouting loudly about what they plan to do there. Honestly, I forget why I moved here in the first place. I had been a retail worker for a year, making ends meet. It was a cold night, and I had just gotten off work when I saw a man walking toward me. His hair was dark against his pale skin, and his suit was filled with holes and rips. His fingers were long and covered in a dark, smooth texture.

"Can I help you?" I ask politely.

It almost looked like he didn’t hear me. The man continues to slowly walk toward me.

"Hi-yes, please help me," he quickly said.

I noticed that the man looked even more different up close. He seemed very chipper but timid. His icy blue eyes felt as if he was looking right through me. He looked great, better than I expected.

"(Y/N), you know this boy?” one of my coworkers yells.

"Um, yeah, I do. This man is my-" I pause, looking at him. "Boyfriend." I spit out.

Suddenly, the man entered my field of vision again. His hair followed above his ears, forming a shaggy comb-over on his head. He looked at me with a curious look in his eyes.

"Really? What’s his name?" he asks suspiciously. I look over at the man, looking for an answer.

I, of course, dodge the question. "Yes, we talk all the time. We’re best friends."

"I wouldn’t say that," the man mumbles in reply.

"Seriously? You call this poor boy your boyfriend, and you can’t even tell me his name." my coworker replied.

"Shut up, Jim." I replied, "I do know his name."

"Don’t you think you should say it then?"

A long pause. "C’mon. Can we not fight in front of your so-called boyfriend?" Jim looked past me, and I could feel the man’s eyes fall toward the ground.

"No, you’re right, Jim. This boy has intrigued me as she did all those months ago. Let me talk to him just a bit longer." I say.

"Aw, fine," he rolls his eyes. As I got closer, I noticed even more stains and holes on his shirt. His shoes seemed like they were too big for his feet. He seemed ancient.

"Listen, man, I am so sorry about that boyfriend thing. My coworker is so nosy sometimes and doesn’t know when to keep things to himself."

He turns around and looks at me. "It's fine; I can find help elsewhere. It’s no worry."

"You don’t get it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help." I say, letting my bag fall to the ground. "What can I help you with?"

The man’s eyes slowly look at my body. "It is hard to explain-"

"Hit me. I’ve done some fucked-up shit before."

I tried to sound rigid when the “fucked up shit” in question was clean-up blood from a bloody nose I got yesterday.

He nods slowly. "Alright, follow me."

This is fucked. Here I am, following a man I just claimed was my boyfriend mere seconds ago, probably to a murder warehouse where I live out my final moments.

But I can’t help but want it. Wanting that danger and desire in my life. So, I followed him. His hands flex and tense as we walk to an alley a block from my job. Inside, he leads me to a man who appeared dead, covered in his blood. My body reminds me to keep up the edgy girl persona, but that all leave my body the moment; I see the blank expression on the body.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I yelp, covering my eyes.

The man is quick to hush me, covering my mouth. "Hey, it's okay. I didn’t kill this guy. I just found him."

He wipes his hands on his coat and holds my wrists gingerly. I drop my hands, briefly looking at the body again and at the strange man.

"Who are you?-" I ask, my voice shaking.

"Robert Montague Renfield, and everything is going to be fine-"

"THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF FINE ‘BERT!" I scream, my eyes trying to look away.

Renfield is quick to cover my mouth again. I want to scream even louder or maybe try and bite his hand. Nothing could’ve worked, though. We continue to stand like that until my breath slows. Renfield removes his hand, still worrying that I might scream again.

"Hush, you said you’d help. Please…" his eyes went soft, so vulnerable.

I nod my head. This is the scariest moment of my life.

"Okay… fine. I’ll do it." I say, giving in to defeat.

"Also, not that it matters, but it's Robert, not ‘Bert.’"

"That’s what I said, but okay. What do you want me to do?"

Renfield looks at the body and back at me, scanning me. His pupils dilate for a moment, looking at my face.

"You grab your feet. I’ll take the head."

I nod again and pick up my feet, picking up the corpse. People don’t exaggerate: dead weight is the heaviest. Renfield grabs the head by its hair and slowly moves it into the palms of his hands, covering the ears. He jerks his head, ushering me to move with him. I stumble along with him to what I assume is his car. Starting with the hair, we shove him into the trunk. Renfield takes one final look and closes the door.

"Thank you for helping me… I’m sorry I completely forgot to ask your name." Renfield lets out a long sigh. "It's been a long night."

I giggle. "It's fine, really. It's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)..." he repeats. "What a beautiful name."

"Well, it's no Renfield." I laugh.

Renfield extends his hand to me. I look at it puzzlingly. I believe he wants me to shake his hand.

Suddenly, his eyes go wide. I look down to see that I’m sparkling under the moonlight. My body glitters as if I was a diamond.

"It's body glitter… like Twilight. Y’know sparkly vampires… Edward Cullen."

"Oh." Robert places his extended hand over his chest. "I thought you were really oily or something. I get what you mean."

"No, but I’ve always wanted to meet a vampire." I picture a strong and kind-hearted vampire man covered in blood. I wanted to meet a vampire and fall in love with a vampire.

"Well… I know a guy. I mean- he’s my boss, but I don’t think he’d mind." Robert mumbles.

My eyes go wide. Yes, finally! I will have time to live out my own Louis from Interview with a Vampire moment. Maybe I’ll become a vampire. That would rule!

"Yes, I think it’d be cool to meet him… if he’s available."

Renfield eyes me for a second, "Okay, do you want to drive, or shall I?"

"I’ll drive. It's alright. Now, gimme those car keys."

As he tosses me his car keys, I take note of what he has. A small, white cat keychain hangs off what looks to be an apartment key. Taking a closer look, I notice that if I move the keychain, the cat’s eyes look in my direction. Before getting too distracted, I hop in the car and turn on the engine, slowly backing out of the parking space.

#renfield #renfield 2023 #nicholas hoult #the great hulu #renfield spoilers #renfield x reader #nicholas hoult x reader

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immamapletreekid · 3 years ago

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twst english translations have me laughing so much my sides hurt also love beanfest 2

#floyd 'aw maaan vibe officially ruined' HJSLKAGKFLS #O K M O M. yes vice dorm leaders are the mom friends #no but still jade and azul trying to coax floyd to participate hhhahajdhsjs #seeing vils dialogue with words like parasympathetic nerves is..really educational #as always seeing the translations that dont have any honorifics..feels weird #rook...rook that is so cool of you..that is so cool.#once again though...having azul rook and jamil all on the same team... poor yuu #THE ENTIRE DIALOGUE BOX JUST BEING FILLED WITH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH #LOSING IT RN HJFKBGSKRLFK #reading idia's dialogue and understanding none of it hes so cool. like u go u funky introverted engineer. wooooo #who built a humanoid ai using the image of your dead brother..or something..woohoo #WOO GO ANTI MONSTER HEAVY TECHNOMANTIC BEAN CANNON SUPREME #it feels so wrong.it feels so wrong ortho just calling idia by his name.it looks and feels so wrong.what #idia is so cool. so cool uuuuuuuuuu yEAH BE THE MASTERMIND TAMPER WITH THE GAME DIFFICULTY #WATCJ FROM THE SIDELINES AS EVERYTHING SPIRALS INTO CHAOS WOOOOO #rambling about stuff #rambling about twst

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years ago

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Hello and Happy Valentine's day! May I please order a box with a bow? All square and dark chocolate (Hanzo from HxH) please. Can I get half strawberry jam and half liqueur? Thank you you!

WOOOOO MORE HANZO!!!

I LOVE WRITING FOR HIM HES SO PRECIOUS

CW UNDER THE CUT: None!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

A week after you recieved your hunter’s license, you were assigned to a mission. Sure, it was really quick and out of the blue, but you were ready to get out there and make the world a better place! You didn’t know what the mission would entail, given that the mission had come so quickly. However, all of your worries and doubts were melted away when a familiar face lit up upon seeing you.

“(Y/N)!!” Hanzo chirped as he pulled you into a happy embrace. “Aw man, I thought this team was going to be a total niiiightmare! Thank the GODS you’re here!”

You laughed brightly as the man spun you around. “Ah! Hi Hanzo!”

You and Hanzo had become fast friends during the Hunter exam. The two of you worked together to help each other pass. Parting ways was difficult, but you managed to keep in touch.

“I’m so happy we’re working together!” You beamed.

The leader of the mission pulled up in a large van, introducing himself and explaining just what your team could face. He then explained that the mission was in another country, one you could only get to by car. Finally, he gave your team a wrist band to grant you entrance into there Great, a 10 hour car ride in the dead of night.

The car ride wasn’t going to be too bad, luckily, since you were seated next to Hanzo. But, you were also in the middle and seated next to someone you had never met.

They took the liberty to introduce themself. Their name was Baaz and they were a magical beast hunter. The three of you chatted away as the other members of your team quickly fell asleep.

“Baaz, when did you become a hunter?” You asked curiously.

“I passed my exam last year! I’ve been out helping magical creatures for about six months now. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He replied with a sweet smile.

“That’s amazing! (Y/N) and I got our licenses last week. They really put us straight to work I guess.” Hanzo said with excitement in his tone.

When the two men looked at you for your reply, they noticed that you were falling asleep very quickly. They chuckled and looked at each other. “They’re quick to get sleepy.” Hanzo noted, taking off your wrist band and shoes for you.

You looked up at your friend in confusion, who only smiled back down at you. “Where’d you put… band?” You slurred.

“On the door. Everything is settled, you can rest now.” The shinobi replied, “Close your eyes.”

“Oh okay.” You murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

Baaz and Hanzo continued to chat about anything and everything. Their conversation came to a halt when the red-clad shinobi felt a sudden weight drop on his shoulder.

“Mmmm… you’re comfy.” You whispered, barely conscious.

Baaz cocked an eyebrow at a honey-glowing Hanzo. “Oh? Are you blushing, Hanzo?”

“H-hey!” He yelped in reply.

Ignoring Baaz’s ruthless teasing, the shinobi looked down at you. Your face was squished upon his shoulder. That couldn’t be comfortable… He gently lifted his arm and let you fall down onto his chest, putting it back down and holding you securely. “Rest now, (Y/N).” He whispered.

“Smooth.” Baaz said with a cocky grin.

“Oh haha.” Hanzo lightheartedly glared at his new friend, “Big day tomorrow. You ought to get some rest too.”

The beast hunter chuckled and turned over to try to rest. When he was sure that Baaz had turned his head, Hanzo leaned down and kissed your forehead.

Maybe this car ride wouldn’t be so unbearable after all.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#cutesy confections #hxh #Hunter x Hunter #Hunter Hunter #hxh x reader #Hunter x Hunter x reader #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter headcanons #Hunter x Hunter Hanzo #hxh Hanzo #Hanzo #Hanzo x reader #Hanzo imagine #anime #anime x reader #anime imagine

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

#bnha 292 #best jeanist #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #hadou nejire #toogata mirio #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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sweetbettycooper · 4 years ago

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The INXS Life Chpt 19 Sneak peek

Smutty Christmas Edition....

“Congratulations Betty and Jughead!” FP cheered proudly, holding his glass to the sky in a joyes toast.

“Yeahhhh!! Wooooo!” The crowd of Serpents yelled, holding up their glasses and clinking them together. Their voices echoing around the cleared out SouthSide Auto Repairs and Mechanics shop while the first snow of winter fell outside.

After Betty and Jughead told their close friends and family about their engagement, Jughead couldn’t talk FP out of throwing them an engagement party. It also doubled as their annual Serpent Christmas Eve bash but it was more fun that way.

Jughead and Betty raised their glasses with everyone. Beer for him and Water for Betty. Their eyes met with delight as they gazed lovingly at each other forgetting they were surrounded by a mob of people. Betty tightly tucked into Jughead's side. Jughead could see Betty’s eyes twinkling as a wide smile spread across her lips. A moment he would never forget. A moment he would replay over and over in his mind for years to come. Betty couldn’t wait to be his wife and she was so glad she had everyone’s support. This was it. Their real life, the one they were always meant to have together, had begun.

“And Merry Christmas to everyone! Drink up big!!” FP laughed, bringing his speech to an end.

Jughead leaned in close, scooping the back of Betty’s head into his hand and moulding her lips into his. He didn’t care who was watching or how many catcalls and whistles they got, kissing Betty made all the white noise disappear. Although this time, the smile on Betty’s lips made it a lot harder for him to dip his tongue into her mouth and taste how sweet she always was. She just wouldn’t stop smiling and neither could he.

As soon as they parted Betty laughed and fell into Jughead’s chest, her cheeks hurting from how much she was grinning. She’d always imagined what this would feel like one day, but it paled in comparison to how ecstatic she felt now. Being engaged, pregnant, surrounded by friends and family.

Finally she had a normal life. It felt fucking amazing.

The night passed by in a wintery Christmas blur with Jughead always by her side. Always finding little ways to touch her and make her blush. Later Betty found herself slow dancing in Jughead's arms to soft christmas music as everyone else drank and danced around them.

“How long do you want to stay before we blow this joint and head home?” Jughead purred into Bettys ear, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin. He was trying to hide the fact that he was slightly drunk but his dancing was a dead give away.

“I thought the Serpent tradition was to see Christmas in at midnight?” Betty teased him, lifting an eyebrow at him sheepishly. She knew what he meant just by the tone of his voice.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I'm not planning on going home to sleep,” he Kissed her neck with more tongue than lips, making Betty giggle at his neediness. She really hoped Jughead would still be this desperate for her when she was the size of a whale in the months to come.

Betty could only concentrate on making sure she was breathing as Jughead ran one of his hands over her stomach while the other still stayed firm around her waist. He did that a lot now, feeling their baby. Letting him know that his dad was close, keeping his mom safe. Loving and protecting them.

Betty smiled as they swayed together to the soft music. She loved it when he did that. It made her insides curl and twist, turning her on to no end. Giving her a primal urge to jump his bones every time. But these days everything Jughead did turned Betty on.

“This is the best fucking Christmas gift I could ask for,” Jughead whispered with such love Betty wished the baby could hear him. His lips tickling her cheek as he spoke sending goosebumps down her spine.

“You're both more than I ever wished for Jug. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Fisting his leather jacket she kissed him desperately. Teasing his lips and diving deeper the second he gave her access.

They left soon after, sneaking away when no one was looking. Their impatience making the walk home seem a lot longer than it was. It was freezing cold with the Christmas snow getting thicker but that just made Jughead hold Betty tighter to his side as they walked.

Eventually Betty led a Tipsy Jughead into their trailer and straight to their bedroom, her heart racing with every step. She turned to face him when she reached their bed, giggling as he stumbled right into her and he fell on top of her in a Clumsy playful mess.

They both laughed together hysterically between attempts at sealing their lips together. But their playful antics soon turned heated when Jughead trailed his lips down Betty's neck and lower over her bulging tits, leaving harsh deep marks in his wake. Biting and sucking like a hungry animal. Betty’s breathing turned ragged, her body shivering with delight when she rolled on top of him finally winning the battle for power and pressed her mouth against his in a messy kiss.

She straddled his lap, grinding hard against him. The weight of his hooded eyes looking up at her as their bodies rolled together instantly made her soaking wet. Her pussy was throbbing against his hard dick the friction not enough. Betty moaned helplessly needing to be inside him. There was no time for games or teasing tonight.

She leaned back, holding his gaze as she tugged her sweater and bra off throwing them aside. His hands gripped her waist painfully moving her back and forth across his crotch faster and faster.

“You want my dick baby?” Jugheads eyes watching Bettys tits bounce.

“Ahuh,” Betty whimpered, fisting jugheads hair tightly as she leant her body down and pressed her mouth to his. Frantically fiddling to undo his jeans and belt.

“Then fucking take it,” he taunted in her ear pulling her panties to the side under her skirt. Jughead knew he was tipping her further over the edge with each word he spoke. “I want to make you come.”

Jughead looked up at Betty as she eased down onto his dick. Betty’s face contorting with pain and pleasure. “FUCK!” They both groaned when Jughead suddenly thrusted up, impaling Betty harshly on his thick cock. He was pressed so deep inside her he almost came there and then and they hadn’t even started yet.

“Shit your pussy always feels so good Betts. Every goddamn time.”

Jughead started to move then. Greedy for his climax. Greedy to make Betty come undone. Growling like an animal he pounded up into her pulling her down at the same time driving into her.

“I need it deeper Jug.” Betty wailed knowing that there was no physical way he could possibly go deeper but she needed more of him. Every time he hit her cervix her adrenaline spiked.

Jughead sat up so they were both in a sitting position rolling together “I can’t Betts Fuck I’m already balls deep.” He took one nipple in his mouth and bit down desperately trying to hold on longer.

She cried and moaned against him, even louder when Jughead fingered her clit. Teasing and touching it just the way she liked it. Betty could feel his eyes on her watching her build and Betty slowly looked to him focusing on him through her pleasure haze.

“What?”

But Jughead didn’t answer. He just removed his hand from her clit and placed it over her swollen belly with his other hand. Smoothing over her skin. Gently Betty placed her hands on top of his in a loving embrace of their unborn child.

“I didn’t think I could love something else as much as you Betts but I fucking love my son.”

Betty almost broke down. She was so close to coming all over his dick and frustrated as hell that they had suddenly stopped but how could she be mad when Jughead spoke those perfect words.

“If you weren’t pregnant right now I would pump you so full of my cum over and over until you couldn’t fucking take it and my kid was inside you,” Jughead suddenly flipped them so he hovered over Betty now on her back. Bettys was too far gone to even speak.

“And you know what baby once we have our son that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Jughead growled pounding into her again. Both of them needed release. “You said you wanted a big family righ?”

“Mmmmhuh,” Betty cried her insides shaking, clenching around Jughead. Quivering at his relentless pace.

“Then let me give it to you. Because I fucking love seeing you pregnant. It fucking turns me on.”

“GOD -,” breathless and out of her mind Betty could barely register Jugheads hand creeping around her neck, starting to squeeze. “Get me pregnant again Jughhh-,”

“God I’m going to use your beautiful fucking pussy so much.” Jughead had lost control. Using his position on her neck as an anchor to hit inside her over and over, making Betty come undone. Struggling for air as her release racked over her body. Pulsing and shaking she clenched so tightly around Jughead he let her go only to fist the bed head and shoot his own warm come deep inside her.

“Merry Fucking Christmas Baby.”

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #bughead fanfic #betty x jughead #betty cooper #riverdale #jughead jones #fanfiction #fanfic #jughead x betty

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nadisabug · 4 years ago

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How They Would Say ILY

Characters: Kotaro Bokuto/Daichi Sawamura/Koshi Sugawara x reader

Requested: Anon

Warnings: lots of kissing, pure fluff, tooth rotting, just cuteness, the l-word👀

A/N: Thank you!!! And yes!! I love Demon Slayer I honestly need more ideas for Demon Slayer but I always want and appreciate all the asks I get also thank you for this ask it was so freaking cute and I enjoyed writing it!!! Thank you again ily too mwah <3 (also i did one shot because i cant help myself ahhhh)

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Bokuto K.

“Babe, you said you were free today,” I groaned. I leaned forward to collapse onto into his chest, a silent request for a hug.

He laughed warmly and wrapped his arms around me. I felt the warmth radiate from him, a contrast to the frigid air.

“But the gym is going to be open and I wanna squeeze some personal practice in with Akaashi,” he said, rubbing soothing circles into my back. “We got to be prepared-”

“The Spring Preliminaries, I know I know,” I sighed and snuggled into his chest. “But they’re so far away and you always practice with Akaashi.” I look up at him to give him a lighthearted glare. “You spend so much time with him it’s almost as if you were dating him and not me.” I pouted childishly and huffed. I knew they were good friends, but it wasn’t like me to not at least poke fun.

“Aw babe,” he dramatically sighed and scooped me up tighter. He lifted me until my feet were clear off the ground and spun me around. “Poor poor, Y/n. The woes of dating an amazing Captain and Ace, practice tears them apart!”

“Stop it Kotaro!” I squealed and hit his chest. “Put me down!”

He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a voice by the gym.

“Quit it if you want me to stay and toss for you,” Akaashi barked from the entrance to the gym. When Kotaro put me down and shot him an apologetic look, Akaashi just shook his head and stalked into the gym.

“Go,” I pouted and turned away from him. “Your boyfriend calls.”

“Aw babe, you look so cute when you’re mad!” He cheered gleefully and scooped me into his arms again, showering me with kisses. I pushed him away gently, but only after allowing it to last for a moment. I can’t lie and say I didn’t thrive off of the attention.

“Just remember the difference between you and Akaashi,” he noted seriously looking me dead in the eyes.

I cocked my head and stared at him curiously. “What?”

“I don’t love Akaashi,” he smirked slyly, giving me one last kiss on my forehead and dashing off before I could say a word.

Sawamura D.

Daichi sighed as he waited for the last of the team to finish cleaning up. Kageyama and Hinata were bickering, again, so it had taken longer than usual. He looked at his watch impatiently and sighed when he saw the time.

Fuck.

Guess he’d been walking home alone.

He waited outside the club room until the boys finally finished changing, locking it up after he was done. He sighed as he walked down the stairs, pulling his coat tighter to him. He was just about to head down the road with the other boys when he heard a voice.

“Daichi!” He turned around to see his beautiful s/o, Y/n. His face immediately lit up and he waved the other boys away. They continued walking without him with a knowing smile.

Y/n rushed up to him, leaning over and panting when she finally caught up. She raise one finger, asking for a moment.

“Love, you didn’t have to run,” Daichi laughed, secretly loving the fact that she ran for him.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help it. I almost thought I was late!” She turned and started ruffling through her bag. “I know you texted me that practice was running late and not to wait for you- sorry for not responding by the way- but I was so busy running and getting you this!” She pulled out a steaming hot bun and a sports drink. “I thought because practice was running long you’d be so hungry when you were done.” She held the bun out towards him, then shoved it into his hands when he didn’t take it. “Don’t be shy babe, you’ve been practicing all night.” She shouldered her backpack and opened the sports drink for him and held it out to him to drink. “Here,” she gestured to it once more.

After a moment she noticed his silence and frowned worriedly. “What’s wrong, Daichi? It’s your favorite right?” She paused for a second. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, no,” Daichi finally spluttered, waving his free hand. “I just... I really love you is all.”

Y/n blushed in response, averting her eyes and coughing awkwardly.

“I don’t think I’ve told you yet, have I?”

“Uh, no, you haven’t...”

“I think I should tell you more,” Daichi smiled and took a large bite of the bun. “You look adorable.”

“I... wouldn’t mind that...” she smiled softly. Then she looked up at him. “But what brought this on?”

Daichi chuckled. How oblivious could she be to her own kindness?

“Nothing. Just love you,” he smiled softly in response.

Y/n squirmed a bit and looked at the ground like it was something interesting.

“I may or may not love you too,” Y/n whispered shyly.

“That’s good,” Daichi announced, accentuating it with a bite of the bun. “Otherwise I’d feel pretty dumb.”

“Whatever,” Y/n smiled, “Let’s go home, I’m freezing.”

“Of course,” Daichi said then finished off the bun. He crumpled up the paper and shot it into a nearby trashcan. “Do you happen to have another?”

“Of course, love,” Y/n smiled and took out another bun.

“You know me too well.”

Sugawara K.

“Wooooo!” I screamed. “Su-ga-wa-ra, Su-ga-wa-ra!” Yachi chanted in time with me as Koshi stepped up to serve. “Nice serve baby!”

Koshi looked up at the last cheer, his eyes squarely meeting my own. The tips of his ears were red and he gave me a small glare. I smiled cheekily and winked at him, sending him a kiss for good measure. He pretended to catch it, the motion setting off Tanaka.

“Quite flirting, Casanova, and serve!”

The game went on, me cheering each time my amazing boyfriend made any move. He didn’t get to play often, what with Kageyama, so when he did I was always here to cheer.

After the game, I rushed to meet him.

“Baby! You did so good!” I shouted and jumped into Koshi’s arms.

“Y/n!” Koshi replied tensely, squeezing me harder nonetheless.

“Awww baby,” Nishinoya mocked happily, but I paid him no mind.

“Baby, you set so well,” Tanaka joined in, falling onto Nishinoya.

“Baby, I lo-”

“That’s enough!” Koshi demanded, deftly hitting them both on the back of the head while holding me with the other arm. He then dragged me away from the rest of the team, holding me all the while.

Koshi pulled us into an empty closet, looking around warily before closing the door. He still had an arm wrapped firmly around my waist.

“Baby, I love you so much but you can’t keep doing that in front of the team! They’re all guys so they’re dumb and I’m their senpai so I have to set an example and it’s really hard to respect baby and- what?” He finally stopped his rant, looking at me curiously. I was staring at him, wide eyes and open mouth.

“You love me?”

Once Koshi realized what he said he blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He stuttered for a second before he set his shoulders and his chin.

“Y-yes. I do.” He tried to stay strong for a second, but then collapsed. “Sorry, is it too soon? I am so so-”

I cut him off by grabbing his cheeks and kissing him. He reciprocated immediately, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me flush with his body.

Once we parted, we stayed close together, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths mingling.

“I love you too, baby.”

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justsomefluff · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction to You Falling Asleep in the Car

Summary: You are riding back from dinner with your boyfriend and can’t seem to keep your eyes open. Here’s how he reacts.

A/N: So, I did a little lookin’ over the responses to my last writings and the more informal style seemed to get the best results. That’s fun for me because I get to add more of myself into my writing I feel. So, if you don’t want all of my stuff to be like that, send in a request and let me know how you want me to do a particular fic.

Hongjoong:

Ok so Joongie

This fool doesn’t even notice when your head drops onto his shoulder

Why?

Homie is dead asleep too

But the driver gently calls to him

Like we here kiddo hand over the money

And he’s like oh alright

Joong only notices that you’re asleep when he goes to pay and

Cant?? Move?? His arm??

So he gets smushy and he's like oh nu

Doesn’t want to wake you up

Wants to be cute and carry you but he has to pay too and AGH

Stress

So eventually he has to wake you up

He just kinda wiggles in his seat until the movement wakes you up

And then you wake up embarrassed because the driver is staring at both of you like what fresh hell

When Hongjoong finally pays you can’t get out of the car fast enough

He’s whining all the way to your apartment about how he didn’t want to wake you up and boohoo

You’re like okay, Wiggles

But both of you just crash onto the couch once you’re inside and all is forgiven

Seonghwa:

(LOOK AT THE MELANIN HERE WOOOOO)

ok this man

I feel like he’s a closest romantic

so when you’re awake he’s like ew no im not soft who said that??

but he lie

if you fall asleep on him in the car he notices right away

because he was staring at you already

Creep

and he’s all googoo eyed and everything and smiling super wide

when you arrive at your destination that’s when the romantic side slips out a lil bit

he’s like ok obviously we are gonna carry them

you’re his babie

so he slides his arms around you

Hug and roll technique from FRIENDS kinda deal

tries to make a super natural transition from car to his arms

king pulls it off

you stay asleep until you’re inside and he’s like

SUCCESS

and he’s all smug and proud of himself when he’s tucking you into bed

but lil does he know

you were awake the whole time

pretend to be asleep so your mom will carry you to bed kinda vibe

Momma Hwa or boyfriend Hwa? you can decide

So either way once he’s got you all bundled in the blankets

you’re soft and sleepy but smiling because

YOU CAUGHT HIM

he’s romantic after all

Yunho:

big squishy is so in love with you stop

he’s giggling at the way your face is smushed against the window

How can you sleep like that???

so he’s taking pictures of you, that you will hate if you ever find out he took them

and when you get wherever you’re going

he’s not confident that he won't hurt the both of you if he tries to carry you without you waking up

so he just pushes his nose into your cheeks and just gives Eskimo kissies until you wake up giggling

you have to push him off of you because he just can't stop

Yunnie really can’t get enough of you I mean seriously

seeing you sleepy always makes him soft and he shall remain this way for the rest of the time you’re together

and probably a little longer after you part

so for the rest of your time together he’s all goofy smiles and starry eyes

absolutely insistent on being attached to you 100% of the time

whether its cuddles if you’re at home

or just constant hugs

like homeboy won't let you WALK

either way you love it and you can’t lie

love him please

Yeosang:

ok I know this is a fluffy reaction but here comes some crack

Yeosang is gonna be straight up annoying

he’s poking your cheeks to wake you up

does not care how cute you are he just can’t resist bothering you

he cannot express adoration like the rest of us okay

so he’s gonna torture you instead

he’s taking videos of you drooling on him and making fun of you the whole time

will not let you live it down later on

he does keep any and all videos like that private though because you’re still his baby and he doesn't want you to be too embarrassed

but he definitely wants to make you flustered

loves to tease you

so you’re dosing off in the car and Sangie is like !!!!

perfect time to strike

so thats when he starts making fun of you and not letting you sleep

but if you’re pouty enough then he might start to feel bad

to make it up to you he will pull your head back down to his shoulder and stroke your hair the rest of the car ride

gives you little kisses on the top of your head

but when you fall asleep again he just opens his phone and laughs at all the dumb videos he took of you

San:

you’re Yunho

if you get sleepy he will immediately assume it’s time for cuddles

he does not care that you are in the back of a taxi

he does not care that the driver is low-key staring at the two of you, hoping nothing nasty starts up

I digress

Sannie notices that your eyelids are drooping and your head is bobbing up and down as you fight to stay awake

Cue soft San

he gently pulls you into a hug

highboy uncomfortable since you’re in a cab, and seated

but you’re too tired and he’s too soft

so neither of you care

San’s giving you feather-light kisses all along your cheek and temple

maybe even gives you a couple neck kisses to hear you whine at him

nuzzling x10000000000000

rubbing his nose in your hair, along your jaw, around your ears, down your neck

anywhere he can reach really

makes you tingly and happy and he knows it

so you get a lil giggly

kinda sleep-drunk and then he’s love-drunk

He’s a cheeseball but he knows how to make you feel loved so who cares

Mingi:

he’s kinda oblivious to you falling asleep

but if you fall onto him he’s SO AWKWARD

kinda wheezy, embarrassed laughter

you just made his heart swell a lil too fast is all

give him a minute to recover, okay?

once he is finally back to the land of the living

he’s gonna smile so wide

something about seeing you sleep makes him so confident in your relationship

sleeping is so vulnerable and he loves that you trust him enough to share that vulnerability with him like this

and then he’s rubbing his cheek on the top of your head

and wrapping an arm around you to keep you close and warm

so attentive to you

rubbing your arm if he thinks you feel cold

making sure you’re in a comfortable position

doesn’t want you to wake up stiff or anything

will gently move you if your neck is bent at an awkward angle

if he's sleepy too, he’ll press as close to you as he can

kinda difficult to do with seatbelts on but he’s gonna make it work believe me

and then he just passes out

and we all know how he gets when he’s tired so you end up being the one to drag him inside later on

Wooyoung:

Wooyoungie

baby

I feel like his energy is so high that if you want to sleep in the car with him, he’s gonna have to be sleepy too

so since both of you are sleepy

you’re smushed together in the backseat, heads resting on top of each other

and I feel like he wants kisses a lot when he’s sleepy

you’re both on the verge of sleep but he’s like waittt

“it’s nap time Wooyoungie”

“kiss first”

kisses you super soft

fluffy lips I can't

he kisses you so soft and deep

way too intimate a moment for the backseat of a stranger’s car

but whatever

kisses you like 25 times

super slow, and when you finally pull away he’s whining anyway bc

“wanted more”

but sleep is calling and you just can't

he ends up falling asleep first anyway

kinda pouty, but he’s happy overall because he got his kisses

even if it was fewer kisses than he wanted

Jongho:

Jongho highkey does not know what to do when you fall asleep on him

Will definitely decide to carry you inside and not wake you up

makes that decision before you even get close to your destination

but he’s a prince so he always thinks ahead

strokes your hair a lot and smiles super soft

hums a little to himself

gives you a couple kisses here and there because he just cant help himself

honestly really struggles with the fact that you both aren't cuddled up in bed or on the couch or something

wants cuddles so bad

but he’s kinda reserved so he’s too shy to smush himself against you with the driver right there

shy about PDA in general, but sleep is even more special to him I think

eventually finds a compromise to keep himself happy until you're home

just laces his fingers with your and kisses your knuckles

it’s bread crumbs, I know, but he’s too shy to do more

itching to get where youre going

the quicker you get there, the quicker the day is over and he can cuddle the living daylights out of you until he’s satisfied

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dontbesoweirdkira · 5 years ago

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Dating Jason Todd would include

-YOU ARE LITTLE PRECIOUS BUNNY I SWEAR YOU BRING OUT THE SOFTEST PART OF THIS BROKEN MAN

-like this dude will literally let you get away with ANYTHING and no one better stop you

-“Hey Jay I just robbed a bank and took a lollipop from that kid next door.”

-“Aww you’re so cute, Doll. Let me put out this cigarette and I’ll help you count the money, okay?”

-“Jay, Dick said I can’t have anymore ice pops!!! I really want some, it’s not fair!!”

-“ He said what?! hOld On iM gEtTinG mY Gun nO OnE TelLs mY lItTle Babe sHe caNt haVe anY iCe popS.”

-wearing his thick leather jackets that smell like cigarettes and expensive scotch

-Stealing his 1/16263819827 Red hoods and waddling around the house while he’s out on patrol

-“Hey I’m RedHood and I have DaDdY IssUes, prepare to diEee!!! *pew pew*”

-“is that how I sound to you?! Because I don’t *pew pew* I *brrraaatratratatataaa* get it correct Y/N”

-Your tough edgy boyfriend

-If he has an off day, he’ll take you on a ride on his motorcycle to wherever you want to go. If it’d make you happy, he’d drive to Paris for you if he could.

-You guys usually end up drifting by the waterside, taking in the longing smell of the sea, feeling the subtle warmth of the setting sun and melting into the welcoming breeze

-There’s this really good Sandwich stand by the oceanfront and you guys always get a large one, and share it with a nice cold bottle of Coke. There’s also this really nice private beach that you two have no business being on, you guys would sometimes just sit on one of the lifeguards stands for a while and just enjoy each other

-“Hey Jay Jay?”

-“What’s up, Love bug?

-“Your eyes have a hint of Aqua Green in them. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I just wanted you to know that, that’s all.”

-IN HOME CONCERTS EVERY SATURDAY AND OR FRIDAY.

-every week you guys make a list of your favorite classics and you build a Spotify playlist and dance around the house screaming *cough* I-i mean singing on the top of yalls lungs.

-weird adventures around the city! Like you guys sometimes go to weird parts of the city to see some weird crap to laugh about later on.

-“Why is he wearing a tutu and dirty socks-“

-“keep walking baby girl don’t question it.”

-monthly movie nights where you guys watch a movie that has crappy 1 star reviews while eating a bunch of unhealthy garbage all night.

-“but why did he do that?”

-“according to ‘moviecridictbooiiii12’, he’s an uncultured swine who has no Character development, 1/10 trash person totally.”

-If you guys are just sitting in a comfortable silence, just cuddling, he might open up a bit about his childhood or maybe talk a bit about how he’s feeling. But that’s a rare rare occasion he doesn’t like talking much about it.

-This sometimes can cause a bit of a rift because it almost feels as if there’s a lack of trust but you understand he’s been through a whole lot and if it were you, you’d probably be the same way

-he does not like pills in the house but if you have health issues and have to take them, he won't crucify you because of it, but he will monitor you and make sure there is no drug abuse. He wants to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. He doesn't wanna lose you that way.

-He’s a depressed crackhead

-“Hey Y/N, can you tell me what’s in the drawer in the kitchen. The one next to the sink”

-“Hmm? There’s nothing in here Jason.”

-“Nothing you say? Just like my relationship with Bruce haha.”

-“Are you okay?”

-“No I am not and neither is my sleep schedule.”

-Oh yeah this Poor boy barely sleeps. Mainly because he’s out on patrol all night and when he finally gets home, he’s being called back out. Or sometimes he’s just so restless thinking about everything he needs to do. Other times he’s just scared to sleep.

-Yeah he’s pretty reluctant to go to sleep. He’s scared to have a bad dream and wake up in a vulnerable state. Or to accidentally wake you up from tossing and turning and wails of agony.

-You lost a lot of hours of sleep already do to comforting him at night so as much as he can function without a nights rest, he’ll do it to spare you

-You hate when he does this because you actually don’t mind comforting him, it makes you feel like he trusts and can rely on you.

-nightmares about the joker or the pit. Cryinggg this boy is really traumatized

-“Shhh, Jason it’ll be alright. I’m right here love.”

-Even though he avoids sleep at all costs, this doesn’t stop him from napping on the recliner or at the kitchen table from time to time.

-He’s a bit self destructive with drinking, smoking, betting himself up, not sleeping or eating properly. You really have to help him and work with him. Be patient and kind pLz.

-He doesn’t like exposing you to the stuff he does, he doesn’t like you seeing all the gore or what not so he doesn’t try to come home bloody much actually. He might stop at dicks house or some other friend’s house to clean up a bit before coming to you

-Todd doesn’t like you to see and be around all that. He wants to keep that life very very separate, he even tries to keep the news off and away from you. Although you already know and if it bothers you it not, it’s not much you can do to stop him.

-The only time you might see him bloody or hurt is when he can’t make it to a friends house and he needs you to patch him up and put him to bed quickly.

-argurmentssss

-Yeah you guys do little annoying antics back and forth but it’s not something super crucial. The only time where it heats up is like if something he’s doing really really bothers you, like his killings or if he does something super reckless. The arguments usually end up with

- “I’m sorry Doll, I’ll do better for you.”

- “Sorry JayBird, I wasn’t being fair”

-The worst an argument had ever gotten was when he didn’t come home for weeks without telling you he was out on a mission and you were scared out of your mind and ended up cursing him out for scaring you.

-You didn’t talk to him for about a week and he was a wreck

-“JASON DONT YOU DARE TRY TO KISS ME OR HUG ME I THOUGHT YOU WERE F*CKING DEAD OR WORSE! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME SOMETHING LIKE I LITERALLY HATE YOU RIGHT NOW I COULDN'T SLEEP FOR WEEEKS JASON I WAS WORRIED SICK-“

-“Hey, it’s okay Y/n- I’m here no-“

-“NO IT'S NOT LITERAL I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU ANYMORE, GET AWAY FROM ME.”

-He cannot stand when he breaks your heart or makes you upset like he beats himself up a whole lot. He will apologize to you and do anything to make it up.

-“Stupid Todd? How can you upset the one person that seems to be so patient and loving to you? Ugh you idiot.”

-yeah he literally kissed up to you for months he felt so bad even after you apologized for overreacting and told him he didn’t need to do anything

-Yeah speaking of kissing up to you, he Buys you anything you want just ask. Looking at that super nice outfit in the mall? Check your room, it’s on your bed with a cute little note. Want an ice cream sundae? Yeah he got extra fudge/caramel for his princess.

-He just loves you like so so much he doesn’t care what you look like, how big or how skinny, how light or how dark you are. He literally adores you and wants to protect you with all his heart. He’d buy the whole world for you.

-“Jason, literal listen to me. 600 dollars for a charm bracelet I liked in the mall is too much, go return it”

-he’s a bit overprotective with you. Not in a “HEKDJEHEHEHINEEDTOKNOWWHEREYOUAREATALLTIMESSENPAI.” Kind of way but in a like “Check in every once in a while will ya babe? I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

-He doesn’t let you go outside after a certain time for ANYTHING unless it’s an emergency. It’s too dangerous in Gotham for you to be out scrolling going to a convenience store at 10pm at night. So if you need something from the store he’ll go get it for you or already have it in the house.

-Will 100 throw hands for you

-actually makes sure you can defend yourself and trains you a bit every month to make sure if trouble comes and he’s not there, you can protect yourself

-Intimacy

-Honhonhon. Although what many believe Jason has a high sex drive and wants it a lot or what not. I don’t think it’s 100% true

-I believe that like if his partner wasn’t the type of person who wanted it, or didn’t feel comfortable with it, he’d be okay with it. Like he doesn’t need it to survive although you look hecking good in that outfit today

-I feel like he’d be more kissy and rough touching than the full 100 yards with a more soft/standoffish sexually significant other.

-Yeah if he gets from a stressful mission or just needs to feel you, he’s gonna wanna kiss and touch on you but if you’re not into all that then like he’d back off because he respects you enough

-neck kisses and thigh kisses

-“jaybirdy I wanted to wear that new skirt I got yesterday, now I got your bites all over my legs.”

-he's a totally Dom and that’s on that period boo

-dAdDy KiNk I’m sorry

-His voice somehow becomes super raspy when he’s aroused?!?!

-He will tease you to a point you moan out his name and then turn around and act innocent

-“let’s watch Frozen! What’s with that face dear? You didn’t think I’d let you have it that easily now did you?”

-*wears anything short*

-”WOOOOO DAMMNNNN Y/NNNNNN LOOKING FOINE TODAY I SEE YOU! CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER?!?! YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND BECAUSE I KNOW HE'S DAMN LUCKYYY!”

-Highkey finds it so hot when you sit on his lap like damn it feels so nice to him like you know you’re his and that’s like arousing to him. Will play with the hem of your skirt if your wearing them and your thighs aren’t safe

(Anyways I ain’t trynna make this NSFW but I might do a little something for my 200 follower special)

-On a softer purer note, you guys are like the roasters of the fam, okay! Like no one is safe, especially Damian.

-“Tch- Todd and his little pet.”

-“Dami, didn’t know you’d be here, and apparently your hairline didn’t know either.”

-*Jason, Tim and Dick were dying*

-“Hey you little accident, why you standing like that, you look like you’re bout to enlist in the army.”

-“shut up Todd, at least I have good posture unlike you.”

-“Hey leave Damian alone, Jason. Dami just has a pole in his ass that makes him stand in first position all the time. It’s a serious condition, y’all need to stop laughing.”

-“Hey Selina! Your Sugar Daddy is in the kitchen, try not to steal anything though because he might cut down your weekly allowance.”

-“Haha Y/N and yours is in the living room getting drunk, careful he might end up with me tonight.”

-“Hmm, a gold digger and a cougar? Wow you got your careers set don’t ya! Ooops you should check in the mirror tho! I think your Botox is drooping.”

-yAlL CAnT sTop ROaStinG PeOpLe anD it’S wOrse When yaLls DruNk

-You’re actually pretty close to The BatFam and like Bruce Adores you he thinks you’re a wonderful influence on Jason like you changed him a lot. Dick sees you as a baby sister and like he literally baby’s you so much it’s sad. Tim and you like to joke around a bit and talk you guys get along decently. Although Damian would NEVER admit it, he actually is kinda fond of you even though you guys insult each other. He might stab someone for like hurting you or something. But watch your back because he might stab you as well.

-going to Bruce’s Galas and charity events like by force.

-“yYyyYYyyY/NnnNnNnNiEeeeEEee PLEaSE COmeEeeee sO iWOnT DrInk MySelF ouT oF tHeRe!!!”

-“Jason let go of my leg.”

-You don’t actually mind it too much, you’ve made some nice connections and plus it’s a little date night with Jason so Win Win!!

-He actually wears a nice Tux and styles his hair real nicely. Might even be wearing that nice watch Bruce gave him a long time ago on his birthday.

-*sniff sniff* is that Cologne? *sniiiiiiffffffff* *HIGHLY* Expensive cologne he’s wearing?! And *pat pat* HAIR GEL OH BOIIII

-He actually picks out a dress for you to wear. One he’s been dying to see you in. The super expensive one he found while shopping with Dick and Bruce one day.

-If some rich guy try’s flirting with you, it’s over for them. Jealous Todd Mode activated!

-“Doll Face, I found you. Love wandering off don’t you babe? When we get home, I’ll make sure you won’t want to wander off again,” He kisses into your ear hungrily “wHo’s tHiS, Y/N? Is he bothEriNg yOu?” He asks like he didn’t see him there

-“No but Jason you are.“

-“:o”

*later*

-“I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG Y/N!! HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND I HAD TO INSERT MY DOMINANCE.”

-“JAY HE WAS A BUSINESSMAN LOOKING TO INDORSE ME AND MY WORK! YOU JUST EMBARRASSED ME AND MADE HIM FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE!! LITERALLY NOW HE THINKS I HAVE AN OVER POSSESSIVE BOYFRIEND.”

-“oh-“

“YEAH ‘oH’! serIouslY I CanT stAnd yoU.”

-Jason’s drinking and smoking. Let’s just say you’re not the biggest fan of it because of his health, you’re so worried about it. He’s already taking shots and stabs but like the drinking and smoking on top of that? You’re worried about him

-You always voice your concern and he’s never too phased and he’s always like

-“Don’t worry L/N, I’ll be okay. If this kills me, don’t let Dick take my meat stash in the freezer. Tell him I’m coming back to life in like 3 months give or take and I’ll be hungry for steak.”

-Actual best boyfriend! Like if you’re insecure about anything he’ll make you feel so much better, in every way possible. He makes it so know how much he loves you it’s so sweet and super cute like I’m crying.

-makes weird faces at you randomly and it somehow gets you to laugh?!?!

-cooks breakfast or dinner for you every once in a while but messes up a few times

-“sorry y/n I accidentally burnt the cookies I was trying to make for you. I-I can go run and ask Alfred to make some? I know how long you’ve been waiting to have some.”

- Did I mention he’s best boi? Like ugggghhhh he’s so blind to all that superficial mess people get caught up in. You talk down about yourself and he’ll like attack you in love I swear he will. He doesn’t like the self deprecation you do. He completely detests it.

-“Say you’re ugly one more time I’ll slap you with this heart of mine. Don’t make me do it Y/N. I’ll give you so much love, the only thing you’ll be able to say is “Omg I love myself so much like damn I’m so sexy and so fine and my personality? Perfect! thanks to my totally handsome boyfriend, I see myself so clearly now.”

-You guys Also like spend his birthday with just each other. But it’s really special to him and he always looks forward to the small marble cake you make, that has strawberries on top. He loves when you sit on his lap with your face in the crook of his neck, whispering into his skin ever so gently telling him to ‘make a wish old man’

-something about the birthdays you spend with him, brings him back to a happy place he once felt as a child. Or wanted to feel. He always wishing for the same thing…..to always see you happy

-“Jay I love you.”

-“I love you too Y/N. Remember that okay?”

(Request open)

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Turn Back Time (A Linked Universe Fanfic)

Part one of the Time’s Travels series

GUYS I WROTE A FIC! This is the first fic i’ve ever put anywhere! Wooooo!

WE GOTS SOME SWEET SWEET TIME ANGST. Lotsa mentions of death and dying, though, so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read this fic. Get cho’ tissues, pals, cuz this is gonna hurt. There is Certified Fluff™, but you gotta work for it. Inspired by this fic I read: https://dinfeanoriel.tumblr.com/post/189094362202/dusk-falls

The group had noticed Time growing more and more weary every time they barely escaped a harsh battle. They could see the bags under his eyes, the way he seemed to be losing weight, and the way he dutifully kept a journal that was suspiciously always tucked out of sight. When Four woke up once during Time’s watch, though, he could see it sitting by his side.

Time was out patrolling when Legend broke the group out of their evening routine. "Does anyone know what's wrong with Time?" he barked out impatiently, drawing everyone's attention. "The old man looks like he's on death's door. Don't tell me you guys haven't noticed."

A chorus of downcast faces gave him his answer.

Before they could discuss it any further, Time returned. If he noticed the heavy silence in the group, he didn't comment on it.

Legend’s comment sparked something inside of Four.

Legend's right. We have to do something!

But what, Red? Time isn't going to tell us anything he doesn't want to. Nobody can make him crack, not even Twilight.

…

Oh no. Vio, what's your idea.

Remember when we woke up in the middle of the night with that terrible headache once?

Yeah?

Who was on watch?

Time.

And what was he doing?

Realization hits the other three.

Keeping a journal.

Vio that's terrible.

It's for his own good, Green! We need to find out what's wrong with him so we can help and we all know he's not going to tell us of his own free will.

I hate to say it, but I think Vio's right.

As usual.

Shut up.

But how are we going to get ahold of the journal in the first place?

What if we ask Legend for help? It was his idea.

We can distract him, and Legend can snatch his journal.

Won't Time realize it's missing?

Not if we can keep him distracted long enough for Legend to figure out what's wrong. He doesn't need to read the whole thing

Good idea. Let's get Legend alone.

Four stared into the fire the group was sitting around. During his internal dialogue, conversation had picked back up again, though strained.

"Do you guys think we need more firewood?" Four asked, making pointed eye contact with Legend.

"I doubt it," Sky replied, "we have a little pile over there and it's getting pretty late."

"Better safe than sorry," Legend yawned, getting up and stretching, "I'll help."

Four nodded his thanks and began heading into the woods with Legend. Twilight's suspicious gaze followed them, though he made no comment.

"What's your plan?" asked Legend the second they got out of earshot.

Four gave him the rundown of everything he had come up with so far. Legend nodded his approval.

"It was a good call asking me. I've got a book that could probably help me translate his Hylian."

"How long should I buy you?"

"I'll need a decent amount of time; a few hours tops. Do you think you can do it?"

"Consider it done."

"Consider what done?"

The two conspirators whirled around, hands on hilts, until they spotted Twilight casually leaning against a tree, arms crossed.

"Twi, you can't stop us. I get that you two are close and all, but-"

"Who said I was going to stop you?"

The two blonds froze.

Twilight pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“It kills me to watch him do this to himself but no matter what I try, he won't tell me anything! He doesn't even seem to think whatever he's doing to himself is wrong! I want to help him, more than anything, and I think this is the only way"

Twilight knew firsthand how obsessed Time could get with his regrets. His desire to teach Twilight the sword had kept his shade from rest for who knows how many years. Twilight knew exactly how Time could get caught up in his head to the point to self-destruction and he didn't want to see it come to that.

"I'll help Four distract Time."

Legend nodded, surprised but grateful.

They split up to gather wood—they had to keep their alibi strong after all—and returned to camp.

"Took you long enough," sassed Warriors, but the three didn’t comment. Instead, Twilight and Four walked up to Time as Legend headed to his own bedroll to organize his inventory. Luckily for him, his spot sat on the edge of the campsite, just like Time's.

He didn’t catch what Twilight and Four said to Time, but Time got thoroughly engrossed in whatever conversation they ended up having, so Legend decided to make his move. He took his box of rings and—with a heavy sigh—tipped it sideways, letting them spill across the floor, rolling towards Time's bedroll and gear.

Warriors glanced over at the sound.

"You good over there, Legend? You need help organizing your jewelry?" Warriors teased, eyeing the rings scattered across the ground.

"My jewelry could kill you so you all better keep your distance while I clean this up," he bit back. To his satisfaction, the group accepted his explanation, not wanting to get cursed by any of Legend's... exotic magic.

It was under this guise that Legend rifled through Time's things, pulling out a small leather journal from between some masks, pocketing it, and picking up the rest of his rings.

He shuffled back to his bedroll, put his box of rings back, and slid the Book of Mudora out of its pocket in his bag. As some of the first stars winked into the sky, Legend began deciphering.

There was no title or date or any sort of preamble. The first entry was rushed and short, only a few sentences. It looked more like Time had jotted down a quick piece of info he wanted to remember for later rather than any sort of journal.

The first word he deciphered was his own name.

He hurriedly deciphered the rest, his blood growing colder with every word.

"Legend: I'm sorry. I'm so f***ing sorry. Tell Hyrule I love him. Tell Warriors I don't actually hate him. Tell—"

Eager to read what followed, he continued deciphering, but to his horror the next word was another name and a new entry.

“Warriors:”

He stopped translating. These were the dying words of his friends, his brothers. The first passage sounded like the very thing he'd cough out with his final breath, something so important and personal that it couldn’t be said until there was no chance of being able to say anything ever again. He looked over at the campfire, at his laughing brothers, and silently closed the Book of Mudora. Whatever needed saying, they’d tell him themselves. These were private, heartfelt words.

He wondered how Time acquired said private, heartfelt words.

He also wondered how many more pages there were and began skimming.

As Legend flipped through the short, clipped sentences, he saw that most of them ended with a sharp, dashed line. Some had small numbers at the bottom, a x2 or x3 and once, a x7.

There were too many. Far too many.

He saw his own name multiple times and wondered how that was even possible, how one person could die multiple times. He thought of his uncle, who had died before his eyes and, though Legend had brought him back, would probably die again eventually.

If Legend had had to guess, he’d say Time had copied down at least 100 dying statements. That was over 11 times for each of them.

Again he wondered how Time had collected so many dying words—different dying words—of people who were, at the moment, still alive.

He wondered why Time had bothered to write them down at all.

But one small question, one he'd had for a while but dismissed, bubbled to the surface.

Why is Time named Time?

A small pebble hitting him in the head snapped him out of his thoughts. His head whipped over to its source and he saw Four looking at him urgently, Twilight stalling as Time began to stand up. Legend got the message and hurriedly tucked the book back where he found it, clutching the paper containing his translations in his curled fist.

Four volunteered for the first watch. Twilight took second. Legend grabbed third.

They all knew they wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.

When Four went to wake up Twilight at the end of his watch, he shook Legend awake as well. A furtive glance toward Time told them that the Old Man was slumbering soundly, or at least appeared to be. Not taking any chances, they moved to the opposite corner of the campsite, talking in hushed voices.

"What did you find?" Four asked Legend urgently, clearly restless after spending his watch in suspense.

Legend sighed.

"It's not good."

Twilight's eyes narrowed and Four's face became a mask of focus, his eyes glinting purple in the firelight.

"His book contains a lot of entries, short little snippets, never longer than a few sentences. There's gotta be about a hundred of them. They all go along these lines." He read his own passage, the only one he had had the heart to fully decipher, and Four and Twilight's gazes shifted from focus to shock and fear.

"The journal is filled with our dying words. Dozens of them. This one... it's.... it wouldn't be inaccurate," he manages to force out.

"I've gone back in time to prevent someone from dying before. I know it's possible. But that involved the Triforce and… I've only ever done it the one time. But I have one question for you two:" the two listened at rapt attention, understanding and horror filtering into their gazes as he asked his burning question: "Why is Time named Time?"

A cacophony of voices burst through Four's head, causing him to curl in on himself and pull on his hair. Twilight absently put his hand on Four's head, petting him in a hollow pantomime of comfort as he stared brokenly into the fire.

"We've all died," Twilight started. "Dozens of times. All of us, dead. And he watched as every single one of us breathed out our final words and then turned back the clock to save us."

"I always thought he had an uncanny ability to swoop in and save someone in the nick of time," remarked Four, collecting himself.

"But what do we do with this information?" asked Twilight, the tears in his eyes sparkling in the firelight.

"We can't very well ask him to stop, can we? He's saved our lives countless times and we didn't even know it!" asked Four, the red flames of the fire dancing in his eyes.

"He should have told us," Four bit out abruptly, seemingly changing his mind. He froze in shock for a moment before looking up and letting his eyes reflect the blue of the night sky. "He chose to shut himself up for months, watching us die time and time again. He's an idiot is what he is. He could have told us so we could help him when he rewound time. He could have told us how we died so we wouldn't make those same mistakes again! He could have told us so we could comfort him after he watched us die in his arms!"

Twilight, with his arm now around Four's shoulders, beckoned for Legend to sit next to him. He complied, and Twilight pulled him close, soaking in the warmth of two of his very alive, very breathing, brothers. The three boys sat under the stars, tears sparkling in their eyes and running down their faces.

"We have to confront him" stated Legend, leaning into Twilight's side.

"Do we tell everyone else?" Four asked, eyes drooping from exhaustion after already taking his watch and then having to wrestle to keep himself in line in light of the new information.

"We should start by talking to Time," Twilight growled, eyes steely, "I don't want the others finding out like this."

He felt Four nod sleepily into his side and Legend hum his agreement. Twi thought about how he had the chance to comfort and be comforted by his brothers in the light of this news but Time had never had such luxury, even after doing so much more for so much longer.

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Wild rose with the sun as he usually did, glancing around the campsite to orient himself. The whole camp was fast asleep, Wind sprawled over Warriors and burritoed in his scarf. Sky snored lazily, spread-eagle on the ground next to his bedroll. Hyrule slept curled up, the closest one to Legend’s empty sleeping bag. Time laid completely still and silent in his bedroll save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Twilight, Four, and the aforementioned Legend's sleeping bags were all empty and as Wild moved towards the fire, he saw why. Twilight sat on the ground, his back against a log, staring into the dying embers of the fire. Four was curled up against his left side, snoring lightly, while Legend curled into his right. Wild smiled deviously and pulled out his slate, the camera rune already selected, but upon being leveled by the broken, tired, grief-stricken eyes of Twilight, the smile fell off his face and he put the slate away.

He began preparing breakfast somewhat awkwardly before asking quietly: "you wanna talk about it?"

Twilight didn't move, staring into the embers some more. Wild didn't think he was going to get an answer out of him until he heard a stern "if you are ever hurting, no matter how big or how small, tell me. Please."

He looked over to see Twilight looking at him with an urgent, pleading gaze.

"This is about Time, isn't it," Wild replied.

Twilight's shoulders rose, startled.

"I'm not an idiot,” Wild started defensively, “I saw the looks you three were giving each other after Legend's outburst and then you all went off into the woods together and then took watches and now I find you out here snuggling with Legend of all people? You guys figured it out, didn't you. It’s not good, is it." It wasn't a question.

Twilight sighed, defeated. "No, it's not good, cub."

Wild glanced up from his cooking. "What is it?"

Twilight shook his head.

"You hypocrite!" he started, before getting shushed by Twilight. He continued in a whisper, "you tell me I have to tell you everything that's bothering me and not five minutes later you withhold what's eating you from me! I'll tell you what's bothering me: this!"

Twilight opened his mouth to respond—

"Give up, he's got you cornered."

Twilight looked down to see Four staring up at him. He sat up, stretching, before continuing. "We might as well tell him."

At all of the noise and Twilight's shifting, Legend began to stir, moaning and blinking slowly before sitting up with a start. He looked around, disoriented, until he realized he had fallen asleep on Twilight. When he spotted Wild barely holding back a snicker, his face turned the same shade as his pink bangs.

"You should have woken me up," Legend said in a huff, pulling at his tunic, "I said I was taking the last watch."

Twilight didn't tease him like Legend had thought he would, instead saying, "you needed the sleep more. Besides, I wasn't going to get any, anyway."

"Whyever would that be?" asked Wild, trying to inject himself back into the conversation.

"We read Time's journal," started Legend, waving away Twilight's protests with a hand, "and found out that… we think… well… we haven't been as successful as we thought we were. On this adventure, I mean."

At Wild's cocked head, he continued.

"We have reason to believe that we've died, all of us, numerous times, and Time's somehow been turning back the clock to save us before that happens."

Wild listened intently, running his right hand up and down his left arm as he waited for the water to boil. Understanding slowly crept across his face as he looked up at the trio.

"He must have watched us, all of us... so many times. And he never said anything. Never asked for comfort or recognition..."

Four cut in "or even telling us that we had died and warning us how to avoid it later."

Wild thought for a moment before adding "well, he usually does give out pretty cryptic advice after battles," he gasped, "you don't think—"

"I do think," replied Legend, nodding solemnly. This was a point he hadn't previously considered, but it fit his theory.

Wild continued making breakfast in relative silence as the sun continued to rise. Warriors seemed to wake up before the Wind Burrito™ snuggled him back into dreamland. Time sat up, rubbing his eye, and began to start his morning routine.

"Hey old man!" Four stage-whispered, to the horror of his three companions.

Time looked over at them curiously.

Four waved him over and he obliged, standing slowly before picking his way through camp. He cocked an eyebrow at Four, a carefully blank expression on his face, but now that Four knew what Time had been going through, he could see the grief in Time's eye and could imagine that Time must have been seeing his broken, twisted corpse whenever he looked at him.

The smallest hero stood before the tallest before leaning into his chest and wrapping his arms around him. "Thank you for keeping us safe," Four said into Time's tunic.

Time looked around in confusion before Twilight barreled into him, doing the same.

"We're safe. We're safe thanks to you," Twilight said, wrapping his arms around his mentor from the side. Wild didn't hesitate to follow Twilight's lead before squeezing himself next to his own mentor. Legend watched as tears began to fill Time's eyes and he looked down at who the Old Man saw to be his own children.

"But Pops," Legend drawled, eyes narrowed and a hand on his hip, "f***ing talk to us about it. That's what we're for, right?"

He was met with Wild reaching out and grabbing his tunic, pulling him into the group hug. Tears were streaming down the left side of Time's face and he melted into the arms of his boys, relishing their beating hearts and warm bodies.

They broke the hug after a few moments, Time furiously wiping his eye and the others sniffling slightly and wiping their own. Time tried to collect himself, gravity sinking into his voice as he said: "so you know, then."

Twilight opened his mouth to reply but Legend jumped in first. "No thanks to you! We watched you slowly deteriorate for weeks, Old Man! We thought you were gonna drop dead and you didn't f***ing say anything! The only reason we know is—" Legend cut himself off, realizing he was getting carried away and not wanting to divulge too much.

"The only reason you know is...?" Time questioned, voice growing stern. Legend squirmed for a moment before Twilight stepped in, finally asking: "how many times?"

"You'll have to be more specific, Pup"

"How many times have you rewound time to save us?"

"As many as I needed to."

"That's not a number," growled Twilight, leveling a glare icy enough to rival Time's own.

Time sighed. "Eighty-seven."

Legend's brow furrowed in confusion. There were a lot more than 87 entries in Time’s book. Time noticed. "Sometimes I had to do multiple people a run," he explained. Legend looked up in shock. Had time figured out that Legend had read his journal? Legend wasn't surprised; Time was one of their sharpest members, after all.

"A run?" started Twilight, "a run? You've got a cute little name for it and everything, don’t you. Eighty-seven times, huh? How many runs were you going to do before telling us?"

"Twi," said Four evenly, putting his hand on the teen's arm. He looked at him pleadingly, silently asking him to back down.

Twi sighed, deflating. Time could see his anger for what it really was: worry, fear, love.

Legend figured that Time was onto him anyway, so he decided to come clean about the journal.

"Yeah, but Time," Legend began, almost pleadingly, "why did you have to keep that Hylia-forsaken journal? So you could keep a lovely chronicle of the pain of watching us die over and over again? Why—" he bit back something resembling a sob— "did you write down all of our last words?" Legend asked, searching Time's face.

"In case something happened and we couldn't get your real last ones. In case I couldn't fix it. Because... I thought they deserved to be recorded. I know firsthand that traveling through time causes new timelines to be born. That that Legend is dead in a world where he always will be. Just because I left that world does not make it any less real or that Legend any less dead."

Wild's eyes widened in realization. "You didn't just fix it right away, did you?" He asked. "You buried us, didn't you."

"Every time..." Four trailed off, staring into the distance.

The group descended upon Time again, wrapping him in another, fiercer, bear hug. They got interrupted by Wild's pot boiling over and they quickly untangled while he went to salvage their breakfast. It was good timing, though, as the rest of the camp was beginning to stir, Warriors finally breaking free of the snuggle clutches of the Wind Burrito™ and Hyrule blearily rubbing his eyes. Wind began to unroll himself from the burrito, and Sky began to stir.

Sky, Wind, Warriors, and Hyrule eventually joined the others for breakfast. They all sat around the fire before Wind piped up. "What happened?" he asked Wild. Sentences trailed off as everyone waited for Wild's response. "Something happened?" he asked, trying his best to act nonchalant, but the others had caught on. "Breakfast doesn't taste the same and you've all been awfully quiet," Wind elaborated. Hyrule eyed Legend. He did seem rather off. Warriors' searching eyes caught Twilight's, looking for an explanation, but Twilight's only response was to flick his eyes up to Time. Sky turned towards Time and smiled slightly. "You look better," he remarked simply, startling everyone. "You don't look quite so broken anymore." The group stared in shock at that. He turned to the group. "I won't press," Sky shrugged as an explanation. "He's doing better. I don't see how prying would help."

"Just because you aren't aware of the actions someone took to cause a given outcome, that doesn't mean the outcome would have occurred without their aid," Four cryptically contributed.

The Links in the know shot surprised looks at Four, who glanced softly at Time.

"Would someone please explain what's going on," pleaded Warriors. Time sighed, setting down his empty bowl. He began explaining, but instead of giving them the facts that the other Links had puzzled out, he told it like a story. He told them the story of how Legend, after getting stabbed from behind by a lizalfos, had died in his arms. He told the Links how he had quickly committed his last words to memory, scribbling them down in his journal. He told the Links how the weight of his ocarina hung on his belt, how memories of rewinding time to save lives ran through his head, how he knew that other timelines branched off every time he rewound. He told them how they buried Legend and he read his last words out of his journal as the remaining eight wept. He told them how he had explained to the other Links that there was a way to get Legend back, but that they would never see that other world. He told them how he hugged them all goodbye before playing the Song of Time and materializing right behind Legend, decapitating the lizalfos before it could get to the red-clad hero. The group stared in awe and shock at Time, but also at Legend. Hyrule leaned farther into Legend's side, sniffling. Legend wrapped his arm around the brunet's shoulders.

Time trailed off after he finished his story, allowing the others to figure out for themselves that he had done that whole process 87 times. That there were 87 timelines out there where they were heartbroken, destroyed, dead, and Time had vanished, promising a better future for a different group of Links. "I could only pray that Hylia erased those timelines when I prevented their existence, but I could never be sure. I had to make sure each timeline was the best it could be before I left it."

At that, something dawned on Sky and he rushed over to where he had the Master Sword sheathed by his bedroll. He drew it and wrapped his hands around the hilt, staring at the blade intently and mumbling under his breath. The group watched in confusion, eventually collectively realizing that Sky was asking Fi if she knew what had happened to the other timelines. Sky paused for a moment as though listening before slumping down in relief.

"She says that when you prevent a future, the alternate timeline ceases to exist as if it had never happened." Sky smiles warmly, "the only thing that causes a timeline to continue, even if it has been prevented in another world, is the interference of the Triforce. Legend's not dead. Nobody is. They're all right here."

Time's eye widened in shock. He broke down in that moment, hundreds of lives lost no longer weighing down on him. Wind dove into his arms, the other Links following suit in the third and teariest group hug of the day.

"If only someone could have told you this 86 'runs' ago" muttered Legend under his breath before getting smacked over the head by Hyrule.

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After that morning, they would have liked to be able to say that everything went back to normal, but that would have been a lie.

A few days later, they were ambushed in the middle of the night. Hyrule had been on watch, and despite him waking everyone up, they couldn't get prepared in time to defend themselves very well. Twilight had woken with a start to Hyrule's cries, reaching for his sword before getting yanked back by a fully armored Time just in time to watch a spear from one of Sky's moblins crash down where he would have been standing. Twilight stared at Time in shock, who was still clutching his ocarina in his left hand. Twilight froze at the sight before his mentor shook him. "There's no time. Guard Wild's back."

Twilight didn't need to be told twice. Time finished off the moblin and Twilight grabbed his sword, rushing to protect Wild. The battle ended shortly thereafter. It had been a quick, previously deadly, calculated strike. Clearly, their enemy had a very strong grasp on tactics. As the group cleared out their camp, Twilight whispered something in Wild's ear. The younger gasped in shock and the two rushed to where Time was packing up his bedroll and tackled him in a hug.

"Thank you" whispered Twilight into Time's tunic. Wild gingerly picked up Time's hand and placed it over his beating heart like he'd had to do a few times with Flora after the Calamity.

"I'm alive. I'm safe. It's okay."

Needless to say, the group got rather accustomed to the sight of Time in tears, but they also hugged him far more as well. After the battle, Wind spotted Time writing in his journal. Had he been able to read any of it, he’d know that it had said:

Twilight: It’s going to be okay. I love you.

Wild: This isn’t goodbye and you know it. Just play that ocarina of yours and we’ll be right as rain.

“Hey, Time.” Time looked up. Wind continued, “because you know now that the other timelines stopped existing, you don’t have to write those down anymore.” Time started as if he were about to say something before Wind suddenly got an idea. “What if we all wrote down our words so you don’t have to! We could all write out everything we might want to say so you don’t have to copy down those short little sentences anymore.”

“Some people did that in the army,” Warriors butted into the conversation. “It was common practice to write that kind of stuff down for your next of kin before heading out. It’ll make your life a heck of a lot easier, Old Man. Besides,” he added with a wry grin, “I’m not gonna spill out my guts if I know I’m just coming back anyway.”

Time relented. He knew from experience that they never had time to get out everything they wanted to say in those final moments. He nodded his approval and that evening, the whole group solemnly wrote out everything they didn’t want to leave unsaid.

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Once, while the group had been trekking through the Snowpeak of Twilight's world, Wild pulled out his shield and prepared to surf down a particularly steep and icy hill.

"Cub." Twilight scolded, "Don't. You'll get yourself killed."

"It's never happened before!" replied Wild cheerily before they all froze, realizing what he'd just said. They turned to Time.

Time shook his head gratefully, "not as of yet. But I still wouldn't—"

That was all the encouragement Wild needed before readying his shield again. Right as he was about to jump, he felt a hand snare the back of his tunic, stopping him. He turned and was met with the face of Time, a new, haunted look in his eyes, and an ocarina clutched in his left hand.

Wild was noticeably less reckless after that, much to the relief of everyone, especially Twilight.

That night, Four sidled up to Time and asked quietly, "how long did we look before giving up?"

Time sighed, "using the ocarina takes a toll on me. I try not to use it unless it's absolutely necessary."

"How long."

"A few days."

At that, something in Four's eyes flashed red and he found Wild, dragged him by the tunic and shoved him into Time's arms. "Give this man a hug," was all he said before heading back to rejoin the others around the fire. Wild didn't need to be told twice.

Time began to look healthier and healthier, no longer on the verge of death. He had to travel back less and less frequently because of his group's newfound self-awareness and he never had to travel back more than once for the same event. He had also been spending less time in each alternate future, only ever sticking around long enough to ensure that there was no other option before they smiled and told Time they’d see him later.

"Moral of the story," chirped Legend happily one day over dinner, "always read your friends' journals without their permission."

Hyrule thwacked him over the head with his spoon.

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Bonus:

“There’s no way he survived that fall, Twilight.”

“He has to have. He wouldn’t let something this stupid kill him.”

“Yeah, actually, he kind of would.”

Hyrule hit Legend in the back of the head.

“Are you gonna rewind?” Four asked Time.

He sighed. “There’s no way he’s lasted this long with those injuries. We very well might starve out here anyway considering Wild has all the food. We’ve tried everything. Even Wind’s pendant isn’t helping.”

“Besides,” Sky points out, putting his hand on Twilight’s shoulder, “Wild won’t have to go through all that pain if we rewind.”

“But,” Time adds meaningfully, “let’s not resort to altering the flow of time for the sake of convenience. It’s not exactly easy for me to pull off. Sometimes I miss.”

The group nods solemnly.

“So we’re going back, then?”

“I think we’ll have to.”

Time grabs his ocarina before Legend stops him.

“So when you rewind time, none of us will remember this, right?”

“We’ll walk along the cliff, Wild will ask if the stunt will kill him, I’ll tell him yes, and we’ll keep walking. None of this will happen.”

“Sweet,” says Legend, a mischievous glint in his eye. He walks over to Warriors. “Hey Warriors.”

“Yeah?”

“You suck at life.” Legend punches him in the face. “Turn it back, now!”

Time does not, in fact, turn it back. Instead he watches in amusement as Warriors punches Legend in the face. Then, he starts playing the ocarina.

“I’ll punch you in the face!” yells Legend over the music, but Time’s smirk reminds Legend that he won’t remember to.

Hyrule smacks Legend over the head again for kicks before they finally cease to be.

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