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dmwrites · 1 year ago

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Cecil: Birds of a feather stick together. But if that bird loses its way, it will be lost forever. Welcome… to NightVale.

[intro song plays]

Cecil: Listeners, today I have a guest with me here in the studio! Intern Vincent found our guest wandering in the desert as he was driving to the station this morning, and I jumped at the idea of having this guest on our show! So, why don’t you introduce yourself, mystery guest!

???: I’m… Grian. My name’s Grian.

Cecil: Well, welcome to our small community radio show, Grian! Listeners, Grian is-

Grian: Did you say listeners?

Cecil: Why yes! All of our wonderful citizens of NightVale, even the secret police, are listeners of my show!

Grian: Oh… never mind.

Cecil: As I was saying, listeners, our wonderful, if a tad interrupting-y, guest Grian is wearing a torn red sweater, black pants, and closed-toed shoes. I must say, that’s quite a fashion statement, Grian! Not too many people would wear a sweater in the desert. You must not be from around here!

Grian: I… no, I’m not. I’m not quite sure how I got here… I just… I thought I could escape the desert if I walked far enough.

Cecil: Well, as long as you’re not from Desert Bluffs, I’ll call you a friend! Eugh, Desert Bluffs, am I right? But speaking of Desert Bluffs, let me remind all of you that our half-a-millennia traditional triathlon against Desert Bluffs is almost upon us! Volunteers, taken from their homes at four in the morning with bags over their heads, will be competing in three sports events against our bitter rivals, Desert Bluffs. The three sports events, as is tradition, will be: bloodstone dodgeball, confronting the in-laws over broken boundaries, and pickleball. Good luck, NightVale athletes!

Grian: Did you just say, like, words? Like, genuinely, it feels like I just had a stroke. What on earth is a bloodstone?

Cecil: You know, I should have known you weren’t from around here, what with your funny accent. Where are you from, silly little man?

Grian: I… well, that’s a tough one, really. Hermitcraft? Third Life SMP? The Desert? All of them, I suppose. I really don’t know how I got here… I’m not sure this isn’t all a mirage.

Cecil: And you say I say strange things! Well, Grian, I was about to remark on how other cultures may not have bloodstones, but I just noticed all of the blood on your knuckles, and under your fingernails, and on the cuffs of your sweater, which I still do not think is seasonally appropriate.

Grian: Oh god. I thought I scrubbed it off with the sand. Scar…

Cecil: While we figure out the mysteries of the blood here in the studio, and Grian stares down at his hands in horror, let’s take a look at traffic. There is a man with a clock. He stands. He smiles. He will never stop smiling. They will call him a traitor someday, but for now, the traitor lies dead, the present he gave in the hands of that smiling man. They do not know that the clock, golden in its edges, will bind them together in ways they can’t even understand yet.

Grian: Scar is- Scar was my friend. I promised my life to him.

Cecil: I’ve promised my life to someone too! But it was marriage, to my beautiful Carlos. I love Carlos so much.

Grian: Scar… god, he was such a blundering fool, but with a heart and voice of gold. I didn’t think he’d get as far as he did, but we just kept getting away with it. We didn’t think about the end.

Cecil: What did this Scar wear? This is a audio medium, after all, Grian, and I must describe everything to the listeners.

Grian: He didn’t wear much, like, ever. Super annoying, too many abs.

Cecil: There is no such thing as too many abs, Grian.

Grian: I- sure, okay. Can I get back to my story now?

Cecil: Yes, please do! I am sure everyone, especially the secret police, are very interested.

Grian: I killed him with a creeper first. It was a prank, a mistake, but it really cemented the idea that this wasn’t all fun and games. It felt like fun and games for a long time, even after he died for the first time. It wasn’t until-

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Grian: I… I had to kill him. They- the ghosts of all of my friends, they told me there could only be one victor, and I… god… we stood in a circle of cactus, so we couldn’t leave, and we fought with our fists. I kept hitting him and hitting him and, god, Scar was never the best at fighting… and we were both laughing and I was crying and there was so much blood… it took so long for him to die, Cecil, and all I could do was keep hurting him, so he wouldn’t suffer. And then I was… alone. I said I was sorry, but he couldn’t hear me. No one could hear me anymore. I had won, but at what cost?

Cecil: That’s very dark! Uh, listeners, our guest Grian has a tear running down his cheek, and I am afraid he may burst into outright sobbing! To save you from that audio nightmare, I take you now to the weather!

[Howling by Lupus Nocte plays]

Cecil: Listeners, Grian is gone. He has left the station. He ran out, muttering something about “never being able to escape the desert”… whatever that means. Maybe we should stop inviting random people we find on the side of the deserted road with blood on their knuckles into the studio… but I am afraid that’s all the time we have for today, listeners. Stay tuned next for a canary, stuck in a cage made of bones, singing sadly for none to hear. NightVale, hug your loved ones close tonight. You never know what may happen next. And good night, NightVale, good night.

#grian #life series x wtnv #3rd life #grian can never escape the desert #and he found NightVale!

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wosowrites · 2 years ago

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Greece and Wives (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: little moments on vacation with your wife Patri.

Vacation with Patri meant different things. It meant some late, late nights walking the streets of Greece, and some early, early nights cuddling in bed and watching a movie on of the limited channels on the hotel TV. But it mostly meant just feeling good. You both shopped together, having fashion shows and figuring out what to buy. You would bicker on where to have lunch and eventually, you would win because she just could not say no to you. You would swap shoes with her when she decided mid walk that the ones you were wearing worked better with her outfit. Everything was perfect.

Day one:

Patri woke you up bright and early by opening the blinds with one big movement and then jumping on top of you in the bed. By bright and early, it meant more like 9:00, but it felt like 7:00 am and you most definitely were not an early bird. "Wake up, mi amor," Patri said to you, brushing hair out of your face and kissing you. "Mhm im awake, i’m awake," you groaned. She smiled down at you and before she knew it, you had thrown your arms around her and pulled her back down onto you. "We should just stay like this all day," you said to her, playing with the hair on the nape of her neck with one hand and dragging your nails up her back with the other. "We’ll get hungry," Patri laughed. "Room service," you said to her. "Baby… it’s Greece! I love you but-" your spanish girlfriend started saying. "I know, I know. Let’s go," you groaned.

Eventually you guys managed to leave the hotel and head out to a little café. Your hotel was a ten minute walk from the water, and the terrasse you ate at looked upon the ocean. You had planned out you four day trip perfectly, only having a small amount of time before needing to return to Barcelona to pack to leave for your individual training camps in preparation for the World Cup. The first day would be spent doing guided tours, looking at architecture and parks. The second day you would do traditionally fun things, like go to arcades and have a picnic. The third day would be a beach day and then the last day would be spent shopping.

"I knew Athens was old, but this old? And this… historic. It’s weird," you told Patri, hand in hand as you listened to a guide tell you about the history behind the Acropolis of Athens. "Barcelona is pretty historic, you know?" Patri said to you, smiling at you. "I know, I know. But i’m Canadian! Seeing cities with ruins and the ocean and cool architecture is always shocking to me. The most historical thing we have in Canada is like… the parliament," you sighed. "Hey, don’t hate on your country now, gotta represent them at the World Cup soon," she said, squeezing your hand. "I love Canada! It’s just boring," you defended yourself, pointing absentmindedly to one particularly well kept piece of the Acropolis.

After that tour, you walked around the city with no specific goal in mind. "Ooh! Gelato!" Patri said, pointing at a cute little shop with a pink gelato sign. "Woah… gelato before lunch? I like this version of you baby," you said to her, jokingly running your hand up her abs and kissing her quickly. "Oh shush. What harm will it do? The season is over, we’ll be under so many rules before the cup… let loose mi amor!" she said to you.

And so you did. That day, you had gelato three times.

Day two:

Needless to say, you and Patri were extremely competitive... which only made arcade games more fun. Once you arrived to a popular but pretty empty arcade due to the fact that it was Monday, you had an idea. "How about we make this interesting?" you said after choosing your first game. "Hmm... what do you have in mind mi amor?" Patri asked. "The person with the most tickets at the end of two hours has to pay for anything the other wants when we go shopping," you proposed. "Oh easy!" Patri exclaimed.

She was so wrong. Growing up with four brothers made you extremely good at video games, and somehow, luck was always on your side. By the hour and a half mark, you had almost twice as many tickets as Patri. "How the hell are you doing this?" she groaned, pulling out ten tickets from the machine as you watched about 60 pour out and into your hands. "You shouldn't have underestimated me," you shrugged. "Okay. I give up, you win! Im calling it quits," she groaned. "YES! I WINNNN!" you exclaimed as your girlfriend watched you throw your hands up in the air. "Yeah yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "How about we put our tickets together and buy the rainbow monkey," you said, pointing at a pretty big prize hanging from the ceiling. "Hmm... okay. Do we have enough?" she asked you, pulling out a couple tickets. "Well with your 300 and my 1300, yeah, we do," you winked at her.

You bought the monkey and then headed outside. Patri swung her arm around your waist and then pulled out her phone. She asked a woman if she would take a picture, and your spanish girlfriend kissed you and held you close to her as the woman smiled and took pictures. "You guys are beautiful," she smiled at you both kindly. You both thanked her multiple times before continuing your walk. The next stop for the day was a picnic. You stopped at a deli to get cheese, bread, charcuteries, pastries, fruit and drinks for the picnic. When you arrived at a park with blossoming trees and tall green grass, you set up your meal and ate, laughed and drank, all underneath the watchful eye of an old oak, and the monkey you had named Zeus.

Day three: Beach day! This was easily the day you were most excited for. You had already gotten a tan from just walking around the warm city, but you couldn't wait to even it out on the beach. That morning, you woke up at 8:00, quickly put on a black bikini and white beach pants, did some light makeup and put on gold jewelry before taking your turn to pull Patri out of bed. You had smoothie bowls for breakfast along with coffee and a danish and then you headed to the beach. The day could not have been better. Patri took hundreds of pictures of you, and you took thousands of Patri. She looked so cute in her bikini, you felt as though you would melt.

After an hour of tanning on the surprisingly quiet beach, Patri sat up and placed her hand on your back. She gently rubbed her hand up and down your spine, making you smile. "You want to go swim don’t you?" you laughed. You turned around to face her and she smiled at you with puppy eyes. "Okay, let’s go baby," you said, jumping up and grabbing her hand. You both started running madly. Sand flew up, your laughs were heard throughout the beach and your smiled were so bright. But when you reached the water, you had to uphold your girlfriend duties, which meant stopping your run and pushing Patri into the water. Your girlfriend fell forward with a huge splash. The water got strangely deep very quickly so she stayed under for a couple seconds.

The spaniard came back up, spluttering and coughing. "Y/n!" she yelled, looking at you with a shocked look as you smiled innocently. "Yeah?" you smiled.

Before you knew it, Patri had grabbed your waist and lifted you over her shoulder. You kicked your legs and screamed all while laughing but the spaniard was strong, and your efforts did nothing as seconds later, you were submerged in the water. When you came back up, you wiped the hair off of your face and laughed loudly. You pushed against the current to stand in front of your girlfriend, your body pressed to hers. Her hands lay lazily on your hip bones as yours wrapped around her neck. "Truce?" you asked gently. "Mhm… how could I say no to that face," she said, kissing you lovingly.

Day four:

Shopping. You had been so excited to shop, it having always been something you loved to do. And so, after sleeping in until 9:00 and leaving the hotel at around 10:00, you had a quick breakfast and then headed to the busiest street in Athens. The whole day was spent walking into shops and buying souvenirs for your friends and family as well as trying on hundreds of different pieces, mostly payed by Patri. But she didn’t mind, some of the things you bought she would have killed to see you wear every day, so she didn’t have a care in the world about paying.

You were currently in a small boutique that sold very original and colourful suits, and as you would both be attending an award ceremony soon enough, you thought that there was no better place to buy an outfit. Patri chose a purple suit to represent barcelona, and to match with her you chose an off the shoulder silk purple dress. You were excited to wear it with her.

By the time you returned to the hotel, you both had five bags of clothes and souvenirs.

You dropped the bags into a corner of the room and plopped down on the bed. "This was the best vacation ever. Thank you baby. Thank you," you said to her, turning your head and smiling at her. She was laying down next to you and her smile was wide. Her eyes traced your features and then she close the gab between the both of you. You kissed her lovingly, slipping your hand under her shirt and passing your hand on her abs. "Cant believe I need to leave you for two months now," she said sadly. "I’ll call you every day my love. Deal?" you said gently. "Deal, mi amor," she said sweetly.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #patri guijarro #barcelona femeni

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youtubeyouniversitytherapy · 6 months ago

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Therapy Session #1 || Jaiden & Dean Lee

Jaiden took a deep breath as she stared at the door to the office that she was directed to. “Dean Lee” was posted on the door, surrounded by green little frog stickers and lilypads. Okay. This shouldn’t be too bad. The exterior was inviting enough. Her hand lingered on the doorknob for a second, a shadow of dread looming over her shoulders. Was she ready to open up? It was mandatory. There really wasn’t a choice. Her fingers finally closed tightly around the knob and turned it, hearing the door click open and swinging it open as quietly as possible. Sitting at her desk was Dean Lee, typing away at her computer. Seeing Jaiden peeking in through the crack in her door, she nearly jumped out of her seat. “OH GOD!” Dean Lee yelled, grabbing her chest. Jaiden also jumped at her reaction, horror and confusion plastered on her face. She was at the right room, right?? Dean Lee quickly took a breath and narrowed her eyes at Jaiden, recognizing her. “Oh, you’re Jaiden! Sorry, you scared me. Usually you sit out in the waiting room and wait to be called for your appointment… Or knock.” Jaiden was horrified. She was so anxious about this appointment that she completely forgot etiquette in this situation. “I’m so sorry, I–” She started, nearly backing out of the room. “No no! Its okay, you’re actually right on time!” Dean Lee said, rising from her desk to come to meet Jaiden at the door. She pushed the door fully open, and Jaiden subconsciously scanned the room. Cozy. String lights. Covered in frogs. Small figurines here and there…is Dean Lee a collector of many things? “Please, come in! There’s a comfy seat you can take right over here. Plenty of things to fidget with too if you need.” Jaiden nodded silently, removing her eyes from the room to find the seat suggested to her. She takes it gently, hands folded in her lap. She sees a squishy fidget ball in a basket next to her, and she gingerly takes it. Its blue, but when you squeeze it, it turns green. Dean Lee sits across from Jaiden, clipboard and pen in hand, and smiles. “Alright. This is just a check-up first session. You ready?” Jaiden nods.

Her hands are already fidgeting with the squeeze ball, pulling at it gently and squishing it. She wasn’t necessarily ready to be analyzed like an experiment, but that’s not what this is. Its supposed to help her. “So…How have you settled in and everything? Adjusting to the school okay?” Dean Lee says, a warm but unreadable smile on her face. Jaiden nods, continuing to fidget. Silence passes between them for a bit, before Dean Lee finally speaks up. “..I’m gonna need a little more than that, Jaiden. How has everything been?” Jaiden sighed, dejected. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she hoped. “Its been…Good. Actually. I’ve met a lot more people than I was expecting to meet…Even some old friends.” She said, nodding again. She wasn’t wrong. Schlatt especially was someone exciting to run into. Dean Lee nodded, still smiling, jotting things down. Jaiden could hear the scratch of the pen, and it made her fidget just a little bit more. She’s being notated on. That’s not something she’s used to. “That’s really good, Jaiden! I’m glad to hear you’ve met a good amount of people. So you’ve pretty much settled in?” She asked, pausing her writing long enough for Jaiden to realize there was a little frog on the end of it. How cute. Jaiden nods a third time. Yessing Dean Lee to death seemed like a good option right now. “Yeah…The birds are settled, they don’t freak out at night anymore, and everything was unpacked in a day. I’d say I’m settled.” Jaiden said slowly. Right away, Dean Lee jots down more notes. The noise makes Jaiden slightly crinkle her nose.

“And how has this week in particular been?” Dean Lee said, looking up from her notes again. Jaiden took a deep breath. “Good…” She starts, pondering the events of the week. “Like I said…Met people… Learned some things about other people… Lost one of my eggs…” In between pauses, Dean Lee was jotting down her usual notes, but stopped at the egg comment. “Lost an egg??” She said, her brows furrowing. “Can you tell me a little more about that?” Jaiden frowned. It wasn’t that serious. “I was showing off my bird’s eggs that I’ve kept frozen for a while to a friend I just met, he picked one up and accidentally dropped it.” She said plainly. Not even much emotion to her statement. Dean Lee looked at her with a bit more of a serious look to her face. “How did you feel about it?” The words finally left her mouth. Jaiden froze. She pondered the situation. How did she feel about it? “Honestly…” She started, the fidgeting with her hands becoming a little more intense. “I wasn’t too bothered… I wasn’t ready for how he reacted though.” Dean Lee nods, not writing, just listening. Jaiden felt solace in that. “How did he react?” She asked. Jaiden shrugged. “He freaked out… He was in distress. I don’t regret the experience…I feel like I learned something about him.” She said, short and sweet. Dean Lee finished nodding, taking a moment to look at Jaiden in case she had anything else to say, before turning back to her clipboard and writing down whatever it was she was writing down. Jaiden took a small breath. The writing continues. Just typical therapy stuff, Jaiden.

“Alright…” Dean Lee starts. “Now, do you think you’ve made any progress in your situation?” Fuck. Okay. There it is. “I don’t know…” Jaiden immediately says, a little too fast for her own liking. Dean Lee raised an eyebrow at her, just watching. Jaiden listened to the silence for a moment, realizing that she was going to have to elaborate. “I mean… I’ve been doing good, I think.” Good. Good. All she can say is good. Is it a “good” enough answer? “I’ve just been going through the motions, you know? Still getting used to everything.” She finishes. That should be enough, right? Dean Lee waits for a moment, tapping her pen rhythmically on the edge of her clipboard for a moment, before breaking the silence. “Okay! That’s good, progress seems to be made right up front.” She says, before leaning a bit closer. “So tell me then, has there been anything else stressful going on? Anything that’s making things harder for you?” She asked. Jaiden pressed her lips together. “Just…” She faltered. These questions are hard. Why is she asking them? “Just meeting new people, is all… I get nervous and I want to make a good impression, so I try to learn about them.” There. Okay. She got it out. She looked at Dean Lee with a near pleading look, as if she were non-verbally begging her not to ask her to elaborate. Dean Lee did nothing but nod. “Perfectly reasonable, Jaiden. I think we all want to make good first impressions when we meet people. Just remember that you don’t need to go too far, yeah? Being yourself IS the best version of yourself.” Jaiden nodded, the words nearly going in one ear and out the other. Jaiden was too nice to not completely ignore her, though. She would remember what was being said to her.

Dean Lee leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs underneath her, jotting down some more notes. Jaiden honed in on the scribbling sounds again. Is this almost over?? Can she go home yet? She just wanted to feed her birds. Dean Lee finally looks up from her clipboard. “So, since meeting all of these new people, how have you felt about them? We’re talking good and bad feelings.” She asked, resting her clipboard in her lap and folding her hands on top of it. Was she done writing? Jaiden shrugged at her question. “Everyone is fine…I haven’t had any problems with anyone.” She said honestly. She really didn’t feel any sort of tension or anything with anyone, at least not yet. “Even the person who broke your bird’s egg?” Dean Lee asked, curiosity on her face. Jaiden shook her head. “No hard feelings for him either. He seemed genuinely remorseful.” Dean Lee nodded, finally picking back up her clipboard and writing down some more. Ugh. So she wasn’t done writing yet. Jaiden lowered her gaze back down to her hands as Dean Lee wrote, squeezing the ball in her hands again and focusing on the colors. Blue and green. Like her birds.

“Alright!” Dean Lee says, her pen hitting the clipboard as she clasps them both in one hand and stands up. “I think that’s enough grilling you for today. We had a really good first session, I think!” She said, walking over to Jaiden. Jaiden looked around suddenly, as if she was shocked that the session would actually end. “That’s all?” She asked, carefully putting the ball back in the basket and standing up. “Yep! That’s all. Our office will email you with your next session and which therapist you’ll be with next.” She said, walking to Jaiden’s side and leading her to the door. She reached out her hand for Jaiden to shake, which Jaiden gently took and shook lightly, nervously. Dean Lee smiled a warm smile. “Get home safe, okay? Have a great rest of your week. Oh! Remember to knock next time.” She said, holding the door open for Jaiden to leave. Jaiden nodded, a quiet “you too, thanks” leaving her mouth before she turned and exited the office. She turned to look over her shoulder as the door clicked shut, looking at Dean Lee’s nameplate again. Okay. That’s over with. First session done. She took a deep breath and let it out in a huge sigh, relieving a pressure on her chest that she didn’t realize was fully there. Turning out of the therapy offices, she left the building and made her way back home. Hopefully the next therapy session would be as smooth as this one went. Hopefully.

#submission #younitherapy

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ja1-d3n · 7 months ago

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Therapy Session #1 || Jaiden & Dean Lee

#younitherapy

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mimbotomy · 1 year ago

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fanfic writing asks: 10, 12, & 16!

Questions found here!

10: Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written

I actually did a similar prompt a while ago and while I couldn’t decide between a bunch of quotes then, I think I've narrowed it down to this little snippet from chapter 5 of The Children of Kephallonia, With No Hesitation:

So when their training session ends so they can eat, Kassandra beckons Phoibe over, kneeling down to grip her shoulder and look her easily in the eye. She is not Nikolaos - she will be better than Nikolaos - but there are no other words than the ones her father gave her so long ago, “You are my greatest pride, Phoibe. Remember that.”

12: What WIPs do you have going now? Are you excited about them?

Besides my posted fics, I have three WIPs that’s I’m actively working on, and by actively working on I mean I’ve opened them in the last month and think about them constantly and especially when I’m trying to work on my posted fics 😂

First is A Flap of an Eagle’s Wings, which will be my second Odyssey time travel fix it fic, except Kassandra and two others come back a lot earlier than in Rebirth and accidentally end up setting everything on fire in an attempt to fix things.

Second is my untitled time loop fic, in which Alkibiades keeps waking up the day Perikles and Phoibe dies. Chaos ensues.

Third, the Percy Jackson trailer inspired me to go back to my crossover fic which somehow ended with me starting a NEW FIC. So now I am working on the Personal Journal of Herodotos of Samos - with unauthorized annotations from Kassandra the Eagle Bearer and Barnabas of the Adrestia - from Delphi to Athens to Sparta to Atlantis and everything.

16: 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic.

A little long, so I put them under a read more!

From the Children of Kephallonia, A Night for Blood

This story is awesome! I love Assassin's Creed but I never find any good fics for it. Then, while searching for an Edward and Conner fic (not romantic, mind you) I found this gem. You are righting a wrong that I didn't think would ever be fixed. On top of that, your writing is superb. I don't think I found a single grammatical error in seven chapters. I don't think that's ever happened to me before. Your descriptions are vivid and the characterization is excellent. Well done! I hope you continue with this fic, because this is incredible.

From Rebirth, Sparta II

That was so cool. Kass sounds like she's a force of nature, literally blowing everyone away multiple times or shaking the ground when she and Alexios spar. Also the constant, jumping and flipping gives the fight scenes some movement and make it feel fast paced. Which actually makes me compare Kassandra to a bird, all mobile and flipping and flying around. I guess the Ikaros part of her soul is influencing her. I like seeing how other people see Kassandra because it's like, do they see her as a demigod more, do they approve of her un-Spartan like lifestyle and all that. Also I like Stentor's point of view he's just done with it all or Nikolaos' gemeral confusion on what the hell is going on. They're funny 🤣

From Not a Málakes Ravenclaw, Molly I

I don't understand how you keep making great fics, and making them all feel new, and not just recycled ideas from your other fics. I didn't think a Harry Potter/Ac Odyssey fic would work but here we go with me wanting another chapter after I just finished reading what I'm thinking is gonna be another great fic from you. I like how Kassandra says all they traumatizing things and the other are freaked out that she's just nonchalantly saying something so crazy, like confirming God's exist or that her dad threw her off a cliff at such a young age. Thank you for writing these great fics, I'm always excited when I see you upload another chapter.

#for lack of a better tag #ac odyssey

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sweetmusingss · 5 months ago

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Oscar shook his head at you adamantly when hearing what you said, it breaking his heart in two to know that you were hurting just as badly as he was. “I don’t think I will ever fully forgive myself for saying those things. I was trying to come up with excuses because I knew there is no way that I could live under the same roof as you and get over you at the same time. I thought that was what was best for everyone. If I would have had any sort of idea that you had feelings for me though, I would have been begging you to move in. I tried to convince myself that I was happy but deep down, I knew that it was all wrong. I just told myself that you would never love me so I could pretend to be happy,” he said, it being embarrassing to admit this all out loud. “You are perfect in every single way, to me. You have never once dragged me down,” he said, linking your fingers together as he stared deeply back into your eyes. “You are my happiness. You always have been and now nothing makes me more happy than knowing I will get to wake up beside you each and every morning..”

“Those things you said about me are true though... It just shocked me to hear you say them without adoration. I’m just happy we’re not there anymore. I’m happy that we’re here and moving forward together and that I have you back in my life. All I wanted out of my little trip to the airport was for us to be friends again, even if you turned me down and stayed with Sophie, I just needed you to be my friend again. So many times at work instead of saying ‘pastry’ I said ‘Piastri’ and everyone thought I was having a stroke or something... I just knew I wouldn’t survive much longer without you. And if you told me to fuck off and that you didn’t want to be my friend anymore, I was planning on moving to Alaska and never being seen or heard from again because the shame would’ve been too much.” I giggle, bringing his hand that was holding mine up to my lips, kissing his knuckles. “Now I have everything I could ever want rolled into one adorable person... a best friend, a fiancé who loves me, a lover who can make me come repeatedly, a future father to my children, and a live-in housecleaner. My life is perfect. I am the luckiest girl on the planet.”

I smile lovingly at you, sitting beside you and tucking my legs to the side as I sipped on my iced coffee, setting your coffee beside you. The sight of you with the cats in your lap was enough to make me melt. You were so intense and focused on the race track and I loved that but I also loved seeing this side of you. It only made me fall harder for you. “I don’t think I anticipated how dangerous this was going to be bringing you here and how it was going to make me want to get you a third cat,” I giggle softly, reaching out and petting the cat’s head. ��I never grew up with any animals but sometimes when my mom would be on a work trip and I would actually get to stay with a friend, I would spend a lot of the time with her cats,” I say as I looked back on the memory. “They are great companions to have.”

“I’ve been debating a 3rd cat for so long but Sassy is, well, Sassy and she barely even likes Jimmy. She just puts up with him. I wouldn’t want to throw her all off kilter by bringing in another cat she may hate... Jimmy would be fine.” Max chuckles, making a small sound of surprise as a little kitten jumps up onto his shoulders. “I had a lot of animals growing up... 5 cats, 2 dogs, a few horses and birds. It was like a zoo in my house, plus having 3 other siblings, the house was pure chaos but the animals always made me happy.” He picks up the kitten from his shoulder, cradling it in his arms. “When I’m done racing and move out of Monaco, I want to get a big farm style house somewhere in the middle of Belgium and just have so many animals... like 5 dogs and 10 cats and some horses and cows and pigs. I just love being around animals.”

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m1ckeyb3rry · 6 months ago

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I have complete faith in you I will resist Karasu for hollyhock o7

You know what’s funny I literally just passed by a tiktok explaining Nagi’s character in depth like we’ve discussed like finally?? That’s a first especially on tiktok LMAO

Bro imagine he pulls out the cops and robbers metaphor and is just towering over you the entire time defending…or when Nagi and Barou slammed their heads against each other trying to block a goal if it weren’t Barou and Nagi someone would def be getting whack-a-moled like….(and fr hot guys but at what cost….if you don’t happen to land yourself in the tabieitaken stratum or maybe Team Z you can kiss your sanity goodbye LMAO

FRR HAHAHA when they first came out I had no idea wtf they meant but now I see it LOL Everyday I get more excited for S2 it’s going to be so hype…hoping I don’t have a booked out schedule in October SHEGSH

Every now and then I think about rereading but now that you mention it I’ve gotta abstain until October LMAOOO hoping the epinagi chapters and main series chapters will tie me over

No because the younger Aiku photos >>> I’ll admit even then I’m not like the BIGGEST fan but I could see myself getting swayed at some point or another…(speaking of which they really decided to randomly drop Aiku into Barous LN LMAO I keep seeing posts about it like…did they ever acknowledge it in the main series and also the way they’re both on Ubers now is so funny)

No fr…sometimes I think considering the amount of fboy trope fics I see I’m surprised people aren’t jumping at the chance to write for Otoya and Aiku?? Like you literally have the canon example right there LMAO but who am I to tell people what to write LOL

No like?? Also Rin’s bday is in September and Nanase in January?? I’m not sure who comes first though because everything I try to think about the school system they’re set in I lose my mind but either way like ??? LMAOOO I love seeing content or fanart about PXG interactions where Karasu’s like clowning everyone I need to see more PxG interactions….him and shidou would be so funny trolling everyone and using up all the hair wax in bllk

I feel like they’ll probably sprinkle in some anime only mini moments with him?? Especially since they already decided to announce his VA surely he isn’t only talking in that one post credit epinagi scene right…I remember when they first announced his va before we heard him actually talk I was a little thrown off because I remember confusing his VA for Rin’s because they sound really similar in some roles!! I was like no way they gave him the edgelord voice LMAO but whoever the voice director is is going above and beyond the voices match the characters so well…

I’m realizing that a lot of the additional times from S1 were actually drawn out in the manga blooper/bonuses too but lately/after the third selection there have barely been any?? Hoping that means we have hope for some original scenes with tabieitaken then!!!

Maybe it’s time we come out and admit that we’re the real authors of bllk…I fear the secret’s out…HSUUDHS HAIR DOWN BAROU also never fully processed how young his sisters seem?? It’s so cute shshshsh domestic Barou truly is the man….since everyone’s getting sibling reveals I’m manifesting so hard that that means tabieita next because LET ME SEE THEIR SISTERS SHEKESODJ I bet Karasu’s older sister is so cool too ugh imagine we get crumbs of her cheering him up after being bullied or we get sweet little Karasu and his grandma moments goodbye….I feel like after that home background bait from Hiori’s LN (where he gaslit him so hard LMAO) we deserve to know the truth…cmon don’t be shy show us the Karasu household……….

I’m (im)patiently waiting to find some source material for the LNs….hopefully soon….

Also this is kinda random but the aquarium visit has never left my mind…to the point where im like please let their next day off be a group aquarium visit LMAO but it’s reminding me of how some aquariums also have like…a bird exhibit/section..? Or like a butterfly dome (or both) where you can go let butterflies and birds land on you etc imagine everyone spreads out and runs towards the sea animals and then Karasu just beelines for the winged organism dome LMAO like he is NOT leaving there the most he’ll go to is penguins maybe since they’re birds but I can see him preferring flying birds (imagine him talking with Yukimiya like why do you like one of the only birds that can’t fly??? LMFAO) maybe im projecting the bird agenda a little too hard but i mean he canonically likes hawks so…as an avid bird fan myself I’d like to think that extends a sort of affinity net over all birds (like it does with me LMAO) sooo

-Karasu anon

YAYYY omg i was literally abt to finish the next chapter last night and then we lost power 😢 the world is against hollyhock but we will prevail…supposedly we will get it back today in the evening but it’s supposed to storm AGAIN tn 😭😩 so keeping my fingers crossed that the electricity comes back and stays for good

LET’S GOOOO in my experience people on tik tok are either super educated and have great takes or they’re absolutely brain dead 😭 i feel like i encounter a LOT of dudebros in the comments sections though 😔 have you watched that one girl who’s OBSSESSED w bllk’s videos?? they always make me giggle for how ridiculous they are…atm she’s simping over lorenzo which certainly is a choice FJKDSKKS

HELP MEEE imagine aiku calls you “lil robber-chan” bruh i’d kms…or like all of their vaguely sexual soccer talk?? fine between bros but as a woman i’m raising an eyebrow if aiku says he’s “rock hard” to me at any point the way he did to isagi 😭 like erm what does you mean by that buddy 🤨⁉️ HAHA agreed omg you’d have to hope and pray you get on a team w at least one normal person who you can rely on to get the others to leave you alone (like being on a team with tabieita [mostly for karasu because lbr otoya IS the problem], yukimiya, hiori, barou, team z, or team v with nagireo just because i feel like reo wouldn’t let any nonsense slide). otherwise you’re stuck w a bunch of guys who are already lowkey crazy AND are in some weird isolation camp where they are so deprived of female connection that they start simping for chigiri 👹

young aiku is a diff man entirely…okay i also laughed at aiku just randomly pulling up in barou’s backstory??? like ig it makes sense but also the way it’s not all implied in the main series 😩 ig the author did mention that barou didn’t remember much abt aiku so that’s why?? but their friendship in ubers is so cute like that one spread of aiku dying barou’s hair for him 🥹 honestly i love ubers out of all of the nel teams they’re the only one that feels like an actual team yk?? barou + niko + aiku + aryu is such a random combo but it works so well and lorenzo is so chill despite also being a ng11 like kaiser/sae that it’s always fun to see their interactions. plus barou during the ubers games 🤤…i saw a post that barou’s arm is bigger than isagi’s leg LMAOAOA WHAT A MAN 😭

i’ve noticed people tend to HATE canon cheaters/womanizers but love writing characters to be as such?? i think it’s because turning a womanizer into someone loyal feels like you’re making them ooc whereas that trope of “fixing” a man is more plausible when you’re just returning them to their base characterization??? idk if that makes sense but i think that might be a reason for it. although i will say i have seen a lot of aiku fics he’s kinda like the toji of bllk i feel 😭 terrified for what might happen once he’s animated i fear the comments will be crazy

i do not at all understand the bllk timeline like i think it starts in november because apparently sae turns 18 during second selection?? but then i just saw a post that says apparently isagi is also 18 now?? like how long have they been in bllk KFHFKDNS i could not tell you 😭 although all of this info is also screenshots from the editable wiki so who knows how accurate it is 😔 FJSKSN but fr though i love seeing the posts where pxg is just karasu babysitting a bunch of idiots because that truly does feel like the dynamic at times 😟 like shidou rin zantetsu tokimitsu and charles all on one team…that man is working OVERTIME LMAOAOA technically shidou is older than him but let’s be real he does not act like it 💔 shidou gives me like problematic older brother that beats you up but he loves you at the same time vibes whereas karasu gives me responsible older brother who drives you to and from practice while lecturing you abt random stuff vibes HAHA i honestly wish we could see them interacting more!! karasu is part of the shidou setup along w zantetsu so they must spend time training together?? idk

THE VOICES ARE ALL SOOOOO GOOD i don’t think there’s been a single miss in the dub yet!! i agree i feel like there would’ve been no reason to hire and pay a voice actor for kurona if he wasn’t going to have a more significant role in the second season. like i said i feel like they’re going to set up a friendship between him and reo which i’m all for!! i think they would have a really cute dynamic

the secret is out everyone 😌 karasu anon and i are actually kaneshiro and nomura 🥱 i think we’ve been spot on w everything that’s come out HAHAHA like we were discussing karasu’s background and then it came out a bit in epinagi…then we were talking abt barou and now we have his ln…i sense a pattern 😦 also yes i want to see sweetheart grandson karasu + his older sister!! AND OTOYA’S SIBLINGS do they all have the same weird hair?? i’m so curious…also the background bait w karasu let me tell you i fell for that shit too 😭 got so hype that he was apparently also rich asf and i felt so bad for his sad backstory and then it turns out he was just messing around 😢

I WAS THINKING OF A BUTTERFLY DOME VISIT OMGGG WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH!! and yes i hc karasu as a bird lover in general what w his crow aesthetic and his fav animals being hawks!! i do think he probably likes birds of prey a bit more but in general he probably just likes all birds and thinks they’re cool

#answered asks #hollyhock

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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Accidentally Undercover - Sick Day (~1700 words)

Companion piece here

The switch isn’t a casual one, again. The first thing Sun does as he comes to is sigh, Moon still a dark gloomy presence in their mind. It’s obvious what that means.

“So still no -”

‘No.’

“I’m sure they’re fine, Moon.”

Not that Sun blames him for his worry - after that little stabbing incident his counterpart may have started to be somewhat on edge, not to say protective, over his little bird. It doesn’t mean he enjoys his frustration seeping into him, too.

‘This was the third night, and no one’s heard from them - except the higher ups, who refuse to say anything!’

“Maybe they’re sick, humans tend to do that sometimes. Or they’re on vacation, jumping off palm trees instead of buildings for a change.”

Moon either misses or ignores the joke - Sun really is underappreciated in his time.

‘They would tell me that.’

“They would tell you that they plan on getting sick?”

‘You know what I mean!’

Sun laughs softly as he makes his way to their kitchen - unused, as it is, though still where he kept the spoils of yesterday’s last minute grocery run.

‘What are you doing?’

“I took today off. Someone has been coughing up a storm the past few days, and if they won’t take care of themself, I will.”

You, of course. The soundproofing in this house really has room for improvement, though this is the first time he got to be on the receiving end of the noise. Not that he minds, of course - he just worries. In your state you really shouldn’t have to do everything by yourself, and fortunately, he’s available.

‘Ough. Do what you want, it’s not my paycheck.’

“You’re going into rest mode?”

‘What else am I supposed to do? They don’t even know about me, I’m not going to spy on our landlord.’

Sun sighs, but it’s in understanding. He knows Moon feels it, too. Besides, it’s not like the snark really is directed at him.

“Rest well, Moon. I’m sure Robin is fine.”

The doubt is palpable, but at least Moon doesn’t outright say so. He wants to believe they’re fine, too. And just like that, he’s offline. For his sake, Sun hopes that whatever is holding their little rival up will be solved quickly.

—

“... Sun?”

You squint up at him, standing in the doorway to your place, obviously unkempt, dressed in pajamas, with a blanket wrapped around your shivering form. Another cough rattles through you before he can state his business, and the sigh you heave after still rasps in your throat.

Perhaps you developed some mind reading powers - or he successfully projects his concern about your health.

“I’m fine, it’s just the flu. Don’t say it.”

“... Don’t say what?”

You blink, then frown at the ground. After a moment of contemplation you shake your head, and shrug.

“Nothing. I don’t know why I thought - anyway. What can I do for you?”

He beams at you, lifting up his arm with the grocery bag. Like he would ask anything of you under circumstances like these!

“Better yet, what can I do for you? I hear chicken soup is good when you’re sick, but I also have ingredients for a vegetarian alternative. Some tea, too, though I didn’t know what kind you like. Additionally, cough syrup and drops, and tissues in case you ran out over the past few days. The soundproofing, you know!”

The blanket covering your shoulders steadily rises, and you duck your head sheepishly at the last sentence. Well, that wasn’t his intention at all. He goes on, softening his tone to draw you back out of your cozy shell.

“Our kitchen isn’t quite equipped for this, but if you allow me, I’ll cook in yours.”

You do look up at that, though still obviously flustered.

“Uh - it’s, it’s fine, I can -”

“You should be in bed. Don’t strain yourself - something tells me you’ve been doing too much of that the past three days.”

At that you wince, and then sigh. He can hear defeat in it, and his grin widens.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Nope!”

You laugh, which quickly devolves into another cough, though you hold up your hand to stop him as he reaches out. Maybe for the best, as he wouldn’t be sure where to pat your back through the thick blanket. When your breath calms again, you shoot him half a smile.

“Would - would the couch work, too? I don’t - uh. Upstairs is. Messy. It’s still cozy, and I can - I can rest.”

“I’ll take it!”

You step aside, and he crosses the boundary into your space for the first time. Tries not to think of the significance too much. Perhaps fortunately, he’s immediately distracted by a surprising view.

"... You kept that?"

Sun stares at the paper flower wreath hanging on the wall, eyes wide and feeling rather stiff.

You manage a beaming smile despite the sickness.

"Of course!"

So simple. Not a hint of doubt, and suddenly Sun doesn't regret picking up arts and crafts again. A low effort paper wreath he hurried to make just to have something to show for his alibi, gifted to you with the expectation that you would care about as much as he does. Did. He cares quite a bit, now, seeing it so proudly displayed in your living space.

"Why wouldn't I? You made it, and gave it to me! And it's not like I don't have the space, it looks nice there, I think."

Almost criminally adorable. Sun isn’t quite ready to unpack that, so he deflects - ushers you away from the foyer, deeper into your place. Past the stairs and past the kitchen island to push you onto the (admittedly comfortable looking) couch. It’ll do.

“Now, it’s time to rest. I’ll make tea first, any preference?”

You shake your head, and blink after him as he takes the three strides back to the kitchen. Almost domestic - but he really shouldn’t think like that. Instead he busies himself with your kettle, and picks a herbal tea out of the grocery bag.

Apparently, you don’t know what “resting” means. He can hear your steps as he checks the cupboards for a mug. You’re still wrapped in your blanket, hovering just a few steps away.

“Resting, dear, does not involve standing on the cold floor in bare feet.”

“I just - I should probably tell you where everything is, no?”

He turns his head to throw you an unamused look. Not a valid argument, no no.

“You can direct me from the couch, should I struggle to find anything.”

Not that you seem convinced. Sun can see the defiance in your eyes, and internally sighs when you open your mouth to argue. The kettle whistles just as your phone chimes, and he turns back just as you reach into your pocket.

With the tea steeping he turns back to you, and is positively surprised to find you back on the couch, feet up on the cushions. Mug in hand, he walks back over, but can’t help question your sudden attitude shift.

"Six minutes, dear. I’ll tell you when they’re over. Just what message did you get that convinced you to actually rest? Not that I'm complaining."

You mumble something into your mug, and he tilts his faceplate in return.

"Come again?"

It's as if you want to hide in that mug, as far as you duck down to it, but at least he can hear your response this time.

"... My coworker asked about me. Apparently he's worried."

Sun squints, a small chuckle escaping his voice box. The infamous disrespectful coworker, worried. Not that he can blame the guy - Sun worries about you, too, and he knows it's just the flu.

"Someone cares more than they want to admit, huh?"

His expression falls when you're the one starting to flounder.

"Wha - I don't care about him! He's annoying, I told you, I shouldn't - I'm not thinking about him!"

Well, that's uncomfortable, and it really shouldn't be. Of course he knows how often you think about the guy, with how much you tend to complain, but he always assumed it's pure annoyance, nothing else. He was glad to let you vent and happy to offer some emotional support, and he loved hearing you laugh after he jokingly offered to give him a piece of his mind.

Somehow, this new revelation makes him doubt all of that.

"But you do. Think about him."

The words sound hollow even to Sun himself, but you don't seem to notice. Your eyes are locked downwards, focused on the tea still. The only indication that you heard him comes from the way you raise your shoulders, defensive, though a moment later you sigh and elaborate.

"He's stupid, and he annoys me, but I guess... I do annoy him back, so it's only fair. I, uh, actually wasn't the nicest when he joined, so the whole thing might actually be on me. But... But if even he's worried, then... Then maybe I should just get better quickly so I can throw some insults his way and things go back to normal. It's weird to hear that he asked about me, and I really don't want another gift basket."

Ah, right, the gift basket, when you were at the hospital. Filled with goods and still managed to insult you - "his usual antics" you had said. Sun doesn't want a repeat of that, either. His opinion of this mysterious coworker is already less than flattering, but somehow it's even lower now - even worse, it feels personal now.

He widens his grin, against his inclination.

“First, you’ll get soup. I should get started on that.”

The novelty of cooking is enough to distract him for a while, with the short interlude of removing the teabag from your mug, but after another few minutes you pipe up again.

“Hey, Sun?”

He only hums, focusing on the methodical cuts of the vegetables.

“Thank you. For - for all of this, I mean. I’m not really - I’m not really used to people taking care of me, but I do appreciate it.”

It helps. His shoulders drop slightly as he relaxes, and the soft smile he directs at you feels real again.

“My pleasure, dear.”

His.

~~~

The message Y/N got from their supervisor (not canon): URGENT: Agent Robin, for the love of god, may we please relay your status to agent Dusk, because he keeps snapping at us and asking about you. You may want to consider a line of contact to him, actually, because I’m very tired of playing telephone with your abandoned animatronic.

Dusk gets called in by the supervisor the next night, who explains that Robin is fine, and that something personal came up. They considered just letting them tell him they are sick - but those bird flu jokes really write themselves, and they really wanted to avoid that.

#post let luce #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #accidentally undercover #Sun: our kitchen #Y/N; stupid and sick: I do not hear #dont judge the titles all my brain juice went into writing already #also again not beta read; may not be a man but i sure die like one etc etc #my fic

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thebatfamfanatic · 3 years ago

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Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd smut #jason todd fluff #dc comics #robin!jason

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 3 years ago

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Distance Can Be Good

Not a full chapter but a mini one, next chapter is the season finale that'll hopefully tie everything together in a nice little bow.

Word count: 1k

Summery: A break from the team allows you some time to yourself and your family, who knew you'd make such a good older sibling?

Star City

April 12th

You and Dinah stood on top of a shipping crate at the Star City docks. The two of you were waiting to ambush a weapons shipment that was supposed to arrive any minute.

“I’m not sure about this Di, I mean yeah it would be nice to have the time to actually catch up but I can’t abandon the team. Not again” You told your former mentor as she looked at a group of men through a pair of binoculars.

“You’re not abandoning them Y/N. Besides, if they need you they’ll let you know. I think Dick is right, take the time to process.” She said and you sighed.

“Besides you’re still gonna patrol right?” Dinah asked and you nodded.

“Of course” You told her and your former mentor put down the binoculars and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You deserve to process everything. Besides, you're almost done with college. Get your personal life together a bit before you jump back into the team or the League.” Dinah told you and you smiled. She was the closest thing you had to a mother and you loved her to death. She gave you a life of your own and she always told you to keep up a personal life along with a superhero one. (Though she’s a bit of a hypocrite seeing as she has a public identity.)

When A truck backed up by the men Dinah was watching she signaled for you to fly behind another crate to cut off any escape attempts.

She jumped down to a lower crate and smirked, her hands on her hips. “You have two options. Surrender and be taken into custody or fight and be taken into custody with some broken bones and ruptured eardrums.” Dinah told the thugs and they snickered slightly. “You’re outnumbered Canary. What did your archer boyfriend and bird kid leave you alone?” The head thug said and you used your plasma blasts to knock his gun out of his hand, flying out and revealing your identity.

“Oh Johnny, did you miss me?” You joked as you and Dinah began taking out the thugs, just the two of you, like in the old days.

You did decide to take that break. Dick stopped by Star City often and occasionally you went on patrol in Bludhaven with him. You even managed to catch up on school work and prepare for the early graduation you planned for.

Star City

June 5th

Roy called you about a favor he needed a few days ago, it was the first answered call you got from him after he was kicked off the team. He told you he was coming to Star City with some friends and needed a place to stay. (Though he specifically said something not connected to Ollie).

You set up an old safe house Red had in Star City and gave him the address telling him that in return you wanted to meet him and his friends for lunch. After a lot of groaning he agreed and so, you sat at the diner you recently became a regular at to meet Roy along with his friends: the runaways that were under the care of S.T.A.R Labs until recently. At first the teens were hesitant but you told them that lunch was on you and you won’t be telling a soul.

“I owe you guys thanks, you saved my friends on the War World” You told the group and Virgil (the only one you recognized) smiled.

“We had to return the favor” He said and you smiled. That kid was a hero in the making, you could already tell.

“You were with us on the Reach ship, in the pods- how come you weren’t at S.T.A.R Labs?” Tye asked and you sipped your coffee.

“It’s a long story for another time unfortunately” You said but the third boy- Eduardo, cut you off.

“We want answers. How do you know Roy and why are you helping us?” He questioned. You looked at Roy and sighed.

“My name is Y/N L/N. You might know me better as Bluebird. I know Roy through that line of work and I’m helping you because Roy asked for my help” You explained simply.

“Honestly I wanted to meet you to make sure Roy didn’t get mixed up with the wrong crowd” You said and smiled as you heard Roy groan.

“I’m not a kid Y/N, I’m older than you” He grumbled and you shot him a teasing look.

“You’re 15, I’m about to finish college. I think we might wanna make sure your memory’s are okay” You joked and took a bite of the bagel you ordered.

“Are you two siblings or something?” Eduardo asked and Roy answered. “No! They worked with Black Canary and before I went on ice I was speedy- and I’m 16 for your information” He said, making sure to keep his voice down after his initial outburst.

“I am curious though, what do you plan to do now? I mean you got out of S.T.A.R Labs, do you plan on being heroes?” you asked and the confused look of the group answered your question. They didn’t know what they wanted to do.

“Lately everything we did was controlled by someone else. We want to decide for ourselves what we do” Virgil explained and you nodded.

“I know how you feel. If you’d like I can try to give you some pointers on your powers. I know learning to control and utilize them can be tricky” You said and they all looked at each other then at Roy. When he shrugged they agreed.

You looked to Asami, the only member of the group that has yet to speak.

“She doesn’t know much English” Tye explained at your curious glance.

“Anata wa nihongo o hanasemasu ka?” (Do you speak Japanese?) You asked Asami. Your Japanese wasn’t the best but it was one of a few languages you learned in your childhood on Infinity Island.

When you asked, Asami's eyes widened a bit in surprise.

“Anata wa nihonjin o shitte imasu?” (You know Japanese?) She asked and you chuckled.

“Hai, demo watashi wa sukoshi sabite imasu” (Yes, but I am a bit rusty) You told her and repeated what you told the boys to her.

Said boys looked at you in surprise and Roy looked shocked.

“Since when do you know Japanese?” He asked and you smirked.

“Age six I think, I might be wrong cause it’s been a while and I don’t remember when I became conversational” You told him and smiled when he rolled his eyes. He knew your history and the context behind the statement went over the other’s heads.

And so for the next couple of days you spent the evenings helping the group with their powers. The day Roy told you they were going somewhere else, possibly back south you smiled.

“I’m happy you found your group Roy. Call if you need anything and text me every once in a while okay? I like knowing you’re okay” You told the boy who was basically your young brother and he nodded. “Kay, thanks Y/N” He said and kissed your cheek before running off to join his friends. You smiled proudly at him as they all walked off. You really were proud of him. Who knew being away from the team could do both of you good?

#shadow of a bluebird #dc x reader #yj x gender neutral reader #yj x reader #young justice x reader #gender neutral reader #metahuman reader #reader insert #gn reader #dick grayson x reader #roy harper x reader #black canary #green arrow #nightwing x reader #nightwing

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totiredtowrite · 4 years ago

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Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

#m!reader #hq x male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x male reader #kyotani kentaro x male reader

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lethalchiralium · 3 years ago

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Wanna Be Myself | Jacob Seed x GN!Reader

a/n: don’t question it ok i am not well lol

inspo: wanna be myself by g-eazy

warnings: drug use, drugging, cussing, hurk and sharky being little shits, depression, suicide, suicidal thoughts, death

summary: how does one forget how to be themselves?

“Fuck this shit. Let’s go see Tweak.”

That was your third, fourth, fifth, and sixth mistake right there. One little sentence has you in a mannequin town, chasing pigs with baseball bats and completely fucked up on whatever drug Tweak had came up with now. Hurk was drinking away in a mine-cart and Sharky was failing epically at even catching a pig. Your entire body felt like a cloud and everything felt so funny, and so fast. Could you run this fast before?

Your bat kept hitting the ground and with every hit, a giggle left your lips. “Piggy! Come here!”

“Nooo! Don’t hurt ‘em!” Sharky shrieked, almost barreling into you as he launched himself forwards, trying to jump into the pig but he missed by a good two feet. You stumbled over him, trying not to kick his face and fell onto your front, rolling onto your back as laughter filled your chest and the air around your friends. Tweak slid down his ladder and raced over to you and Sharky - he couldn’t stop giggling.

“Come on Dep, try again!” Tweak whined and you waved your bat in the air, the world spinning again. You slammed the bat down, hitting Sharky in his chest and as he cried out in pain, you howled with laughter. You physically couldn’t stop laughing as Tweak scoffed, running off and yelling to Hurk, “Don’t get out of that cart!”

“That hurt!” Sharky sounded like a child and you moved to hit your bat on the ground again, the loud thump made your giggles multiply.

“Li-Listen to the thonk!”

Again and again, the bat hit the ground with the ‘thonk’, the howls of laughter were almost enough to attract wolves or bears - something that could kill you. The pigs squealed from across the field which angered Hurk from his little cart.

You didn’t even realize Hurk was there until you got him with your bat right in the nuts. He screamed and dropped the radio he was holding - your radio - and crumbled into a ball on the floor. You were screeching like a hyena, Sharky was barely even breathing at that point.

“Right in my nuts, man! Why’d you do that?!” Hurk was barely even speaking, you didn’t even care. All you could hear was the thump of the bat and someone talking through static.

“Deputy, answer me.”

A spark of joy set your body ablaze with happiness like a golden retriever, you looked towards the radio that sat near your head. While you kept hitting the bat and grabbed the radio, trying to press in the button but it was already stuck there.

“Hi baby!” Like a sweet bird’s song, you chirped to Jacob Seed, the man asking directly for you. “Hiiii.”

“Yes, hi, sweetheart. Where are you?”

You covered the receiver, like it would do anything, and stopped hitting the bat on the ground. “Do we know where we are?”

“Probably at Jesus.” Sharky answered and another loud cackle erupted from your lips, hearing Hurk’s muffled laughing as his face sat in the dirt. “I don’t know where he put us. Can we go and get froyo, Po-Po?”

Hurk laughed as he repeated, “Froyo! Po-Po! Froyo! Po-Po!”

He continued his chant as you leaned into the radio again, a smile on your face. “Wh-yy do ya wanna know?”

“Because…”

Sharky’s hand smacked your head, trying to hit Hurk but it only had you let out a rough laugh, “Watch it, Pyro!”

“Shut up!” Sharky answered, which earned a hit from the bats in the balls, just like Hurk. You cackled like a madman, the man whimpering in pain.

“Deputy, where are you?” Jacob’s voice was sweet, just like candy. You leaned into the radio again.

“I think I’m in the Henba- Sharly!”

Sharky had snatched your bat and rolled over a few times, farther away from your grasp. “It’s Sharky!”

“Give me my baaat!”

“Let’s go, Hurk! She’s gonna kill us!” Sharky bellowed and Hurk rolled too, they rolled away a few yards, cackling and talking as a sadness pooled in your chest.

“No fun.” You mumbled, arm rested over your eyes. “This was supposed to be fun and now I feel is sad and stupid and sad.” You let out a cough, a tickle in your throat. You put the radio next to your head and dug for your phone in your jacket.

The screen was too bright, you didn’t mind too much. The fuzzy, funny feeling was now gone, all you felt was small.

“I just wanna...” You had opened your photo gallery and looked at photos from years ago. Your hair was longer, a brighter color and your smile was real. Others were when you had short and dark hair, another was from your ex-boyfriend’s phone. A candid of you smiling somewhere sunny, your head was too fuzzy to remember. You loved that jacket and those shoes, you didn’t know where they went. Not like you could wear them anyway; you were the Deputy. You weren’t Y/N L/N who beat up bullies for fun in high school, or the one who shot a firework off in a corn field, or the one who hated where they grew up.

You were Rook now. The Deputy. The Savior created by God.

“I just wanna be myself.”

You shut off your phone and the radio came to life again.

“What do you mean?” Jacob’s voice echoed in your ear, you could hear the engine of his truck in the background.

“I hate the Bliss,” You answered, setting your phone on your stomach. “The stuff Tweak gave me - I just wanted something ‘cause I just wanna be myself.” You sniffled and moved your arm away from your eyes, seeing Hurk and Sharky begin to play sword fighting with the bats. “I never take the uniform off, I never fucking clock out.”

“Can you wait for me?”

“You’ll never understand.” A whisper came from your lips, looking up to the sky, watching the stars twinkle. “You never ever have to know what it feels like to forget how to be yourself.”

“Depu-teeee!” Hurk called from somewhere, your head was starting to hurt.

“I just want to do these fuckin’ drugs tonight ‘cause I just wanna be myself. I used to travel everywhere and I used to love someone with everything I had and I- I had a life. I didn’t have a purpose and I didn’t care - I wanted to stay who I was for forever ‘cause I was happy.” Tears fell down your cheek. “I really miss myself.”

The silence from the man you loved hurt. Even if he was listening, he could never love the real you. He loved the Deputy. He loves the Deputy.

“Decide now what you think of me, Jacob Seed.” You whispered. “You really think you love me? No one loves me, no one knows me; Everyone who did has either died or killed themselves.” A sniffle came from you. “I forgot how to be myself. You love the Deputy, Rook, Little Bird - how do you do that? Love a version of me and not me? I mean, fuck - this whole time - no one has asked my name. No one cares. I know you don’t.”

Jacob coughed, whispering softly to you. “Let me know you.”

“How can I if I don’t know how to be me anymore? That person who fucking watched their husband kill himself for years and kill your friends and then finally off himself in front of you. How could you love someone who had to throw themselves away and rewrite a new character? Here’s the answer-“

“Stop it.”

“You fucking can’t.”

The sound of tires stopping and the following footfalls were loud, you didn’t care. You wanted another dose. Maybe a couple more after that. You were confronting yourself because it made you feel better. Degrading yourself made you feel better.

Jacob stood over you now, your eyes hazing over as tears kept falling.

“Rafe was right. I’m damaged goods and I can’t help that.”

He kneeled near your head, tossing your radio away as his hands settled on your cheeks and your eyes really looked for his. His hands reached under your arms, pulling you to him and you turned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You missed the syringe plunging into your neck until the rush of something through your blood made you let out a small cry. Everything kept getting fuzzier, your legs wrapped around his hips as your tears stained his jacket.

“I really miss myself, Jake.”

———

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #jacob seed x reader #farcry 5 #whitetail mountains #jacob seed x deputy

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liriostigre · 3 years ago

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hey! I wanted to ask what your favorite poetry books are? I have a few but I want to read new and interesting stuff, and I trust your taste :D

hiii ♡

tbh i only started reading poetry collections like,, last year. i'm subscribed to poetryfoundation's newsletter (poem of the day) so i usually just read random poems

anyway, i'm not sure my recs could be considered new (cause i'm gonna start with Mary Oliver ♡) but feel free to message me if you want to know the themes, style, feeling (vibes, if you will) or anything you want to know about these collections. for now, i'm linking my favorite poems in each collection, i hope this helps you choose! ♡

here you go:

Dream Work —Mary Oliver (“Wild Geese.” “Dogfish.”)

Red Bird —Mary Oliver (“Summer Morning.” “Love Sorrow.”)

Blue Horses —Mary Oliver (“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.” “Loneliness.” “Little Crazy Love Song.”)

The Wild Iris —Louise Glück (“Sunset.” “Retreating Light.”)

Haruko/Love Poems —June Jordan (“On a New Year’s Eve.” “Mendocino Memory.” “Toward a City That Sings.” *under the cut)

Extracting the Stone of Madness —Alejandra Pizarnik (“Primitive Eyes.” “Summer Goodbyes.” *under the cut)

Ariel —Sylvia Plath (“Tulips.” “The Rival.”)

Prelude to Bruise —Saeed Jones (“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat.” *under the cut)

Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth —Alice Walker (“Coming Back from Seeing Your People.” *under the cut)

I Must Be Living Twice —Eileen Myles (“Edward the Confessor.” *under the cut)

Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth —Warsan Shire (“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre.”)

The Black Unicorn —Audre Lorde (“Hanging Fire.” “Sister Outsider.”)

Bright Dead Things —Ada Limón (“The Riveter.” “Glow.”)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds —Ocean Vuong (“Thanksgiving 2006.” “Logophobia.”)

Postcolonial Love Poem —Natalie Diaz (“Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.”)

Crush —Richard Siken (“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out.”)

Once —Alice Walker (“So We've Come at Last to Freud.”)

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

Into the topaz the crystalline signals of Manhattan the nightplane lowers my body scintillate with longing to lie positive beside the electric waters of your flesh and I will never tell you the meaning of this poem: Just say, ‘She wrote it and I recognize the reference.’ Please let it go at that. Although it is all the willingness you lend the world as when you picked it up the garbage scattering the cool formalities of Madison Avenue after midnight (where we walked for miles as though we knew the woods well enough to ignore the darkness) although it is all the willingness you lend the world that makes me want to clean up everything in sight (myself included)

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“Primitive Eyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

Where fear neither speaks in stories or poems, nor gives shape to terrors or triumphs.

My name, my pronoun — a grey void.

I’m familiar with the full range of fear. I know what it’s like to start singing and to set off slowly through the narrow mountain pass that leads back to the stranger in me, to my own emigrant.

I write to ward off fear and the clawing wind that lodges in my throat.

And in the morning, when you are afraid of finding yourself dead (of there being no more images): the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.

“Summer Goodbyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

The soft rumor of spreading weeds. The sound of things ruined by the wind. They come to me as if I were the heart of all that exists. I would like to be dead, and also to go inside another heart.

“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat” by Saeed Jones

I. Drugged, I dreamed you a plume of ash, great rush of wrecked air through the towns of my stupor. And when the ocean in your blood went toxic, I thought fire was what we needed: serrated light through the skin, grenade in the chest—pulled linchpin. I saw us breathing on the other side of after. But a blackout is not night; orange-bottled dreams are not sleep. II. I was a cross-legged boy in the third lifetime, empire of blocks in my lap while you walked through the door of your silence, hunting knife in one hand, flask in the other. I waited for you until I forgot to breathe, my want turning me colors only tongues of amaryllis could answer for. It owned me, that hunger, tendriled its way into my name for you. III. In a city made of rain each door, a silence; each lock, a mouth, I walked daily through the spit-slick streets, harbingers on my hands in henna: there will be no after Black-and-blue-garbed strangers, they called me Cassandra. (I had such a body then.) Umbrellas in hand, they listened while they unlistened. there will be no no. after

the world will end no.

you are the reason it no. ends

you no. IV. I didn’t exactly mean to survive myself. Half this life I’ve spent falling out of fourth-story windows. Pigeons for hair, wind for feet. Sometimes I sing “Stormy Weather” on the way down. Today, “Strange Fruit.” Each time, strangers find me drawing my own chalk outline on the sidewalk, cursing with a mouth full of iron, furious at my pulse. V. After ruin, after shards of glass like misplaced stars, after dredge, after the black bite of frost: you are the after, you are the first hour in a life without clocks; the name of whatever falls from the clouds now is you (it is not rain), a song in a dead language, an unlit earth, a coast broken— how was I to know every word was your name?

“Coming Back from Seeing Your People” by Alice Walker

Coming back From seeing your people You were So wonderfully Full Of yourself.

But now You have supped With vampires They have fed Feasted On you.

They arise Bright-eyed Fit.

You alone have lost Not only Your sleep But also Your glow The luster of Affection Heart welcome Your people Sent home With you.

Beloved You must learn To walk alone To hold The precious Silence To bring home And keep the precious Little That is left Of yourself.

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles

I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.

#btw!!!! i'm sorry!!! SO SORRY it took me weeks to reply 🤕#hope you're having good days <3 #💌

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vanosslirious · 3 years ago

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BBS Dialogue Prompts: #180

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [10]

SMII7Y

It all picked up so fast.

Everything works for a reason, boys.

Okay, now we can start picking fights, boys.

They came up so quick.

We must go out into the wild eventually.

The bird cannot stay in the nest their entire life, they must eventually fly.

We lasted as long as we can.

Let's go, boys, this way!

I don't know why I came out here, going back…

Oh, I missed...oh no, I don't have ammo.

They still have someone alive.

He's actually up there.

Every time you get in one, it's horrible.

I'm gonna catch you!

I'm gonna press this button, okay.

Stop panicking, why are you panicking.

I actually didn’t know what that did, I was actually trying to get him killed.

No more pushing the button.

I tried to jump, bro.

Why can’t you stand still?

VANOSSGAMING

What the hell’s this?

How did I get third place?

You gotta go slow, bitch.

What the fuck, what happened?

Not if I kill you first!

Let me shoot him!

Can I shoot him?

You sure sounded like you knew what you were doing.

Did he die?

Why did he do that?

BIGJIGGLYPANDA

Fuck you guys, I’m having fun.

Oh, there’s more of them than I was expecting.

You passed me.

I thought you would’ve listened.

It’s fine, it’s payback.

I’m not playing games with you fucking nerds anymore, I swear to God.

At least we can be miserable together.

It’s not going to matter at this point.

A little too much power.

Aw, look at you with your pockets full of planets.

FOURZER0SEVEN

There’s three people behind us.

Who’s trying to shoot us?

It’s fucking impossible.

I haven’t killed a single person since we’ve been here.

He’s chasing me!

I’m not really near you.

That was just…depressing.

Hold my head…oh you dead.

Uh, everyone just got murdered.

It’s going to kill me immediately.

THE TERRORISER

How did I die!

There’s some fucking creepy dude that’s going to turn around and murder us.

Stop having sex, Jesus Christ!

Do you need professional help?

Who has wronged you, sir?

Just don’t question the logic, there is none.

You don’t want to fucking know what I’ve just been through over there.

Stop singing, just go to the otherside.

So, yeah, it was an accident.

We were almost in perfect sync, except you took it a little further than me.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I don’t need one, bitch.

I feel like if we were on drugs, we’d be here all day.

You fucking bitch, I had that!

Wait, can I come too?

I’m trying to rotate you.

Now we get in the middle, I think.

Come on, I was on a bowling team.

Yes, I did, call my mom!

I like the confidence.

I just turned them off because I’m afraid of them.

WILDCAT

There’s a whole lot of shit going on, give us a second, bitch.

I just sniped the pilot out.

Let me know when you're coming back.

My man is going to Narnia.

Why do I want the healer?

Oh my God, I can’t see anything.

I can’t see anything.

Time to fly back.

Are we okay? Can we still fly?

Is he coming back for us, this piece of shit.

MOO

If you breathe on me, I’m dead, okay, just leave me alone.

I go for whoever I can, okay.

I’m focusing so hard.

Why would you do that?

I can’t believe you’ve done this.

No, anyone can join in.

Yeah...you did.

Hey, you get back here.

Who’s making that sound?

How does that not kill him?

DAITHI DE NOGLA

Are we going to head upstairs now?

We ran so far.

Oh, that’s questionable.

Why don’t we just pick him up, we’re going to kill him anyways.

Let’s go guys, let’s go...let’s not go, let’s go this way.

She’s on the right hand side.

Well, the goat told me to do it.

She got me, guys, she chose me, I’m so special!

I just had the night of my life.

It’s a great time to go, gentlemen.

H2ODELIRIOUS

I'm leaving the slaughter to you guys.

I'm too drunk for this.

I just got here, man, I brought my own Cocaine.

This is a place you can hide a dead body in.

Do you want to confess your sins!

We murdered him!

We threw him in the fountain.

I don't want to die, I'm too young!

Someone got thrown through a window.

Oh God, I still can't see.

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Showing the Bird

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you have fun reading it!

Summary: Spencer's daughter always is quick to pick things up she shoudn't do, this includes a certain gesture with her hand and middle fínger.

Warnings: A kid showing her middle finger

Wordcount: 1.6k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

Spencer is a technophobe. That’s why (Y/N) has limited access to any kind of electronics, which is a good thing for a three year old. The only sort she is allowed to use is the TV in the living room and even there her choices are limited to the several DVDs the little family owns and cable TV. Emily is in the process of persuading him to get a subscription to a streaming service for (Y/N)’s sake.

“Ok, Sweetheart. One hour of TV today before eating dinner and getting ready for bed, like we negotiated”, Spencer reminds his daughter before turning it on a kid’s channel. She nods, already engrossed by Peppa Pig hanging up on that sheep for being able to whistle.

Earlier the two Reids made a deal: If (Y/N) got all the states and their capitals right, she is allowed one hour of television. This may sound like he forced her to learn this information, but it’s really just a way to stimulate her brain and the toddler is eager to learn. Spencer only has to make it look like she has a gain in it.

The young doctor doesn’t like to leave his kid alone while watching TV. It’s not because he can’t leave her on her own for a few minutes. Spencer wants full control over what (Y/N) sees and what not. Especially he can tell what effects something has on a child and he doesn’t want her exposed to things she shouldn’t be subjected to at her age.

“Daddy, why are the animals talking to each other? I know they are translating all languages to us, but a pig speaks not sheep language.” Spencer is slightly baffled at her question. It’s mostly cute that she explains most things to herself in such a plausible way.

“Uhm, well Sweetheart. You have to-” Saved by the bell. Or more like the ring of his cellphone. Still he hesitates to get it. It’s Morgan, who probably calls because the team needs help with the case.

Spencer had to stay behind for this one, because he planned on taking his vacation days with (Y/N) to fly up to Las Vegas to visit her grandma. But Diana spontaneously took the opportunity to go on a trip with the sanctorium. Now the two do all the things they don’t have the time for in their regular day.

They already were at the aquarium, visited three different museums and even went to the movies once to watch the latest disney movie. Spencer really had to keep himself from pointing out the inaccuracies to not spoil (Y/N)’s fun.

Now the father debates taking the call. He doesn’t want to leave his daughter alone while the TV is on, but also doesn’t want to talk about a case right in front of her. The option of turning the TV off is also from the table, because this would be just plain mean.

So he answers it, afraid that the voicemail will turn on. “Hey Morgan, wait a second, I’ll have to leave the room”, then he puts his hand over the speaker and turns to the toddler. “Sweetheart, I have to talk to your Uncle Derek real quick. I’ll be right back.” She nods and goes back to her cartoon.

But while her father is in the room next door, the audio gets awfully quiet. Frustrated, because she isn’t able to understand properly what they are saying, (Y/N) looks for the remote. And there it is, waiting patiently for her and her little toddler hands.

But instead of turning the volume up, she accidentally changes the channel to an old cop movie. Curious about what is happening on the screen, the girl leaves it on for a few seconds. Upon entering a room, another man greets him with his middle finger raised. (Y/N) looks at her own and tries to copy that movement. On the third try she kind of gets it.

Getting bored of not knowing what the plot of the movie is, she turns it back on the cartoon she watched earlier and settles back down on her little chair next to the table full of books (Spencer put it there to avoid her sitting too close to the TV and straining her eyes while watching her shows, the distance is perfectly measured).

Just as (Y/N) sits down Spencer re-enters the living room, feeling relieved because he was able to help his team. “Hey Sweetie, is everything alright?” Happily she nods, showing him the bird.

Spencer’s face? Just imagine the shook Pikachu. “(Y/N)! You don’t do that! This is really mean!” He tells her in a stern voice. Where did she learn that from? He doesn’t know it, but the genius is almost a 100% sure she saw someone on the street doing it, (Y/N) always was quick to pick things like these up.

The toddler looks at him with a sad face, close to tears. “I-i-i didn’t know. I’m sor-sorry”, she says, beginning to cry. Oh no, this is not what Spencer was aiming for. “No no no, don’t cry. It’s alright. I’m not mad at you. You just don’t do this, people can get really hurt by your gesture.”

After calming her down, he thinks of something they can do outside of their apartment, to forget the little incident. “Do you wanna go to the office with me? All your aunts and uncles are going to get there soon and maybe we can go eat dinner with them?” Excited by the thought of seeing her family, (Y/N) nods and jumps up to get her own little go bag.

It’s a bright pre-packed backpack with small coloring books, normal books, pencils and other knick knacks she might need when she goes out with her father. The only thing that they have to put in is her favorite stuffed animal of the day. They call it like Spencer’s work bag, because the toddler once overheard the word at the office and refused to call it something different than his.

“Hey, look at who decided to give us a little visit!” Penelope exclaims as soon as the team leaves the elevator. (Y/N) tries to keep up with her preppy step, desperately holding onto her hand to not lose her.

As they finally come to a halt in front of everybody, the little girl smiles sweetly at them. “Hi”, she says in the most adorable voice. But instead of doing her usual wave, she raises her small hand with her middle finger standing out.

You just hear a faint “NOO!” and a crashing noise before Spencer comes along in a jog. He scoops his daughter up, looking her into the eyes. He takes a few steps away from where the team is standing.

“(Y/N), what did we say about this gesture”, he asks her in a serious tone. Instantly tears start to form in her eyes again, but Spencer knows he has to be strong now. “(Y/N), you have to stop doing it. It can really hurt people. Do you remember when Jason made fun of the braids Auntie Penelope put your hair in?” She nods.

Meanwhile the team stands awkwardly in the background, not knowing what to do. They never really witnessed the genius reprimanding his daughter in front of them. Though it’s not directly in front them.

“You were hurt by his words. The same is with the gesture you just made. We don’t do this to people, we don’t want to make them feel bad. Now, I don’t want to punish you, because you didn’t really know the meaning. Just apologize to your Aunties and Uncles. Next time you do it, there will be a hard no on TV for a week.”

Quickly wiping her eyes, the toddler mutters a small “Ok Daddy.” Spencer’s heart hurts a little at that, but he needed to be stern in this one.

She wiggles out of his grasp and slowly makes her way over to the others. (Y/N) gives each of them a hug, apologizing individually to them.

“So, who wants to see the new pictures of Sergio I got on my desk?” Emily asks in a cheerful tone to break the awkward tension. Immediately the girl takes upon that offer and bounces off to the desk with her godmother in tow.

Spencer still stands near the elevator, watching the interaction going down through the glass doors. Hotch pats him on the shoulder. “I know it’s difficult to be mad at them or strict even, but you did the right thing”, he reassures him briefly before making his way to his office. The genius smiles, as a parent you seldom get encouraging words about how you raise your child. It kind of feels like walking down a path with closed eyes. But on both sides are deep rivers with piranhas in them.

Derek takes a place beside his best friend. “You know, as serious as this is, it’s also as funny. I mean how she just smiled sweetly as a cupcake and deadass pulled her middle finger up like nobody’s business? My man, in your case I would keep a close eye on her during (Y/N)’s teen years.” Both laugh at the bizarre situation.

But luckily the toddler learned her lesson from this and stopped showing people the bird as a greeting. This is until she learns the next inappropriate thing, she should rather not do.

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