#the reason I carried lighter around as a child

[ilikedetectives]

Haven't been able to take a photo of Neve in this outfit because the hat reminds me of these and I've been wheezing to the point I can't line up the DoF correctly

[impactedfates]

hello! platonic astral express (mostly welt and dan heng) + jing yuan with a teen reader like collei?

they were used as an experiment from a very young young thankfully the crew/jing yuan found and rescued them, they also took them in but they were still traumatized from their time as an experiment,they are chronically ill which makes them weak and are scared of being touched due to their time as an experiment subject

★ A/N: Colleis backstory makes me so sad :(( I love her sm. Characters here are just Dan Heng, Welt and Jing Yuan

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Hurt/Comfort (kinda?)

★ Format: Mini Scenarios (Separate)

☆ Warnings: Implied torture + human experiments on reader // Scar/injuries mentions

★ Extra: Reader is shorter then characters // Reader is with the Express

Dan Heng is very careful around you, whether or not he sees himself as threatening he doesn't know if YOU'D see him as threatening. He could quickly tell how untrustworthy you were when the Express found you. And based on the scars scattered around your body, some clearly new as it seems they were inflicted on you recently and how you held up a make shift dagger towards them, you seem to have a very good reason not to trust them.

It takes some time but eventually Himeko and Welt do manage to gain your trust and let you on board so they can give you a better life then what you had experienced.

Dan Heng makes sure to always be gentle with you and helps you when you need help, he himself isn't much of a touchy person himself but he still ensures to steer clear from any touches, even the lighter ones.

He allows you in the databanks, especially when you have nightmares. He has them himself, although he isn't completely sure about what the nightmare is about, he'll never pry. Only comfort you.

He's also a bit more hesitant to show his dragon form, he doesn't want to potentially scare you but if there comes a time where he for any reason NEEDS to get into that form, he'll inform you and if you want he'll ask March or the Trailblazer to bring you away.

Overall: Dan Heng is careful around you, making sure that whatever he does doesn't trigger you in anyway - he makes sure he doesn't touch you, even slightly and comforts you if you ever have nightmares. He thinks a lot of his actions through just encase it may affect you negatively.

Welt was the first to attempt to gain your trust, his fatherly instincts kicked in as soon as he saw you, he could tell despite the face you put up to try and scare the others behind that was a scared child.

So he was patient with you, took the time to gain your trust, carefully tended to your injuries when you allowed him and as soon as you were comfortable to be on the express. He became your father, whether or not there was any paperwork done or not, you have eventually seen him as your father.

Due to his age (*cough cough* grandpa *cough cough*) he's very smart, so he takes the time to teach you, if you don't understand he'll go over it again and make sure he does it in a way that you'll understand.

He can tell that most of your childhood seems to be lost. So he attempts to make you smile, experience a good childhood you seemed to have missed.

He can also tell that your chronically ill, you're more weaker then others so he offers to get you a cane, something that can provide aid for you so it's hopefully more bearable for you, and if you ever get to weak for even that? He's more then happy to carry you, he'll always ask first as he does know you're a bit more hesitant on being held or touched in general.

If you ever have nightmares he'll make you some tea and listen to you about what it was, even if you decided to not tell him he'll keep you company.

Overall: Welt is a very patient man, who became your unofficial father, knowing that your childhood was seemingly mostly lost he tries to make up for it and he also teaches you the basics of everything. He offers a cane to hopefully help you with your more weak body.

When Jing Yuan first met you, he knew something was wrong. Whether or not you looked better then how you looked before meeting the Express, he's still a General and can catch a lot of things. He won't pry at all but when you're not around will ask about it. He's worried, a child so young and it seems like you've been hurt more then you've smiled?

He doesn't wish to pry, he knows it's none of his business but the fact he knows something bad happened to you and likely at a young age doesn't please him one bit.

Just like Welt, he's patient with you. He's also very careful around you. One time when he was supervising you he happened to summon Lightning Lord as some enemies tried to ambush you and this seemed to send you into a panic, Jing Yuan quickly made sure the enemies were gone before checking on you, being careful not to touch you but still finding a way to comfort you.

Whether or not he manages to calm you down is up to you, however you'll end up with a blanket wrapped around you in the comforts of his office. He'll give you various of games you can play, books or whatever. If you want to try a new hobby he'll get someone to get anything needed for it.

Overall: I think he's similar to Welt however he does sometimes scare you unintentionally. Whether it be due to having to summon Lighting Lord or even hearing him talk in his more "General" voice, he does feel bad though. He doesn't mean to scare you and if you're around he does try not to do either.

Sorry if this take a while to do wrjggdvg. This was slightly difficult to write as I wasn't too sure what direction to take but hopefully this is okay!

[bones4thecats]

Can I please ask for Poseidon and Thor and Hades

But how would they react to kianna giving birth to a child that looks exactly like her

Same brown hair and brown eyes and same cat like pupils

But the child has their personality

( the God's personality)

Hopefully this isn't a bad idea

A/N: Hello there again, @nunezs-stuff!! For this request, I didn’t really lure it towards being focused on your OC, Kianna, but it’s just a reader there. I also named the children after their first, mythically correct, children, like Triton for Poseidon, but they are not the same person mythically to the dot. Anyways, enjoy~~

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🔱 You had never imagined Poseidon wanting a child, but after the two of you had married and he saw the nymphs of his kingdom underneath the oceans

🔱 When he first learned you were pregnant, the smile that graced his face was something you hadn’t seen since the night after your marriage

🔱 Poseidon looked down at your son, Triton, and saw that his skin didn’t match his father’s, but your, and the slight amount of hair that grew from his scalp was your majestic color

🔱 He tilted his head as his son’s eyes opened and his eyes shimmered your shade, but not with the same sparkle that your’s carried

🔱 They looked just as empty, with hidden emotions positioned deep within

🔱 Poseidon held his son in his arms, watching him grip his finger with a strong grip, his father’s grip

🔱 Maybe this child wouldn’t be as bad to raise as he initially believed

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🌩️ Magni, his son, his first of many to come from you, and you alone

🌩️ Thor had proven himself to be viciously loyal, and when he heard of your pregnancy, he proved to be even more loyal, somehow

🌩️ He watched as you held your son and rocked him to sleep in the rocking chair

🌩️ That was when he first noticed how similar you both appeared

🌩️ Magni’s hair matched your’s, his eyes did, heck, even his skin did, even if you were the same shade, it looked closer to yours for some reason!

🌩️ Thor walked up to you both quietly and patted his boy’s head, looking at your now closed eyes and smiled gently

🌩️ He grabbed his son carefully and laid him in his bed, kissing his head, and with how his son stared at him with the blank, yet faintly happy expression he used with you and him, he knew

🌩️ They had something in common, personality, and that was something he was alright with him having

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💀 Your husband was quite the family man

💀 He raised his three younger brothers, and he took care of everyone who he believed needed it, he was perfect to be a father to your daughter, Macaria

💀 She looked a great deal like you, it was hard to tell at first, but she had just a slightly lighter shade of your hair, possibly tinted his shade of white, and the exact same eyes and skin color

💀 When your second daughter, Melinoe, and your son, Zagreus, was born, Macaria would watch over them with the same look Hades gave his brothers at meetings at the God’s Council every thousand years

💀 Hades was walking through the castle and looked inside Zagreus’ room and saw how Macaria looked at her younger siblings mess around

💀 You laid your head on his shoulder after approaching him and smiled as he saw how she patted their heads and hugged them, not knowing her parents watching her

💀 Hades definitely felt more connected to her afterwards, she may look like you, but she was a daddy’s girl inside

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober Day 14: Blackmail

Elrond is not shy about his heritage, though some believe he should be. When forced to choose between inconveniencing Celebrimbor or doing some extra work, he chooses the extra work.

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It was during his first week in Eregion that the whole event began. He took a trip to the markets, picking up a few new calligraphy pens that seem to be exceptionally well crafted. On his way back, he has the unsettling feeling of being watched, so quickens his pace. Unfortunately, that only seems to spur whoever it is on, and Elrond rounds a corner to find himself face to face with a group of elves.

"Oh hello," He greets, giving them a hesitant smile. Fingers curl around his cloak as he looks around, but there is not another way around them, and he has the terrible feeling that they would chase him if he were to run.

"You are Elrond Peredhel correct?" One of them sneers, taking a few steps towards him. Elrond wishes that he had bought one of the intricately etched daggers from the place he had instead purchased the pens from. He carries no weapons presently, and though he knows how to fight without one, his chances are not good.

"Yes, I am he. May I ask for your name?" His voice is strong, despite the rising stress he feels. He clutches the paper bag carrying the pens tightly, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something foolish. First he needs information, than he can decide how to deal with this.

"No, but you may listen to my words and obey, lest you want Celebrimbor to learn that you are responsible for the loss of his uncles." Elrond blanks, mouth opening slightly and eyes squinting as he tries to understand what they are implying. Elrond had nothing to do with the oath, and while he regrets being a burden on Maedhros and Maglor as a child, he knows that he, and Elros, were responsible for joy in their lives during those dark years, instead of pain or sorrow.

"... Right." Elrond replies, because it seems as though the elf is waiting on his response to continue. He is still confused, but perhaps further elaboration would help. Celebrimbor knows that Elrond was raised by Maglor and Maedhros, most everyone does, and the good memories they both have of the two Feanorians is something they have bonded over.

"If you do not wish for us to tell Celebrimbor about how you contributed to their demise," The elf takes a dramatic pause, during which Elrond tries to consolidate what he knows and finds himself lacking any sort of comprehensible way to decipher this situation, "Then you will take up our duties in Celebrimbor's staff so that we may focus our attentions on far more important projects, that actually serve our lord."

Ah, so they wanted to skive off work but not get caught. Elrond is still utterly puzzled as to why they have approached him about this, but it seems that this situation may lead to a mess for Celebrimbor to sort out, and the elf is already stressed as it is. After a moments of deliberation, Elrond nods slowly, because while he is very busy, he would rather not add to Celebrimbor's work load.

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Looking back, the agreement was foolish. He should have marched them to the guards so that they could be told off for threatening a guest in their city and then move on with his life. But he did not, and the following morning he finds that his to-do list has grown to a near unmanageable size.

He had been having breakfast with Celebrimbor during the week he had stayed here, and he was quite upset to have to miss it on this day. He still stopped by Celebrimbors office, where he was already settled and sipping tea, to explain why he could not join him, and then abruptly realized that he could not speak the true reason.

"I am invested in a project," Elrond claims instead, putting on a sheepish smile that grows a little more real when Celebrimbor laughs- and what a wonderful sound his laugh is, the sound of it makes Elrond's soul feel lighter- and makes him promise not to miss lunch.

Feeling guilty, but not enough to risk stressing his lord, Elrond scurries off to complete as many tasks as possible before his meeting with Celebrimbor that afternoon. Most of the tasks are manual in nature, involving cleaning or moving objects here and there, and he finds that he is exhausted after only two hours of rushing around the city. His stomach aches with hunger and his hands shake with fatigue, but is not done yet.

He has completed the extra tasks, now left with only his own, by the time he meets with Celebrimbor. He accepts the tea offered, quickly setting it down before Celebrimbor could notice how it trembles in his grasp. Elrond discusses his project at Celebrimbors prompting, and it is true he is working on one, he just has been unable to do much of anything on it today. He talks around the subject, mentioning small things that he knows will get done but haven't yet.

Then it is into business, the construction of the tower and forge, working with the dwarves, Elrond's clear exhaustion- Wait.

"Pardon me?" Elrond gasps out, a pink blush rising high on his cheeks as he gapes at Celebrimbor, who is wearing an evil grin. A delighted laugh spills out of Celebrimbor, silenced only when the elf stops to take a sip of his tea.

"You need a break, you look tired. You did eat lunch as you promised, did you not Elrond?" Elrond tries not to avert his gaze, knowing it would be a dead giveaway, but Celebrimbor looks so earnest and caring, he simply cannot look at that face and lie. He looks down at his tea, shrinking in on himself when Celebrimbor clicks his tongue and sighs.

"Come along, we can fetch you some food and I will escort you to your room and, if I have too, lock you inside so that you rest." Elrond huffs a laugh, but quickly stops when Celebrimbor gives him a stern look, "I mean it Elrond, I will."

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Celebrimbor talks about a book he's been reading while Elrond eats, and Elrond can admit that it's soothing to hear about after being so stressed all day. He stays quiet, enjoying the simple meal and listening to Celebrimbors voice.

Afterwards, Celebrimbor makes true on his word and escorted Elrond to his rooms, keeping up a soft conversation during the short trip. Elrond flusters when they enter his room, tidying up while Celebrimbor takes a look around, having not seen the space since Elrond had unpacked. Eventually, Elrond takes a seat on his bed. Celebrimbor stands in front of him for a moment, before sitting beside him and pressing their shoulders together for a moment.

"Take a nap, read a book, I care not for the activity but you must rest Elrond." Celebrimbor speaks gently, but there is a seriousness in his voice that has Elrond nodding swiftly. Celebrimbor gives him a small smile before exiting the room, and Elrond is half-surprised when there is not the sound of a clicking lock.

He sighs and pulls out his to-do list, all his tasks that he needed to take care of today outside of the extra ones he has taken on for those strange elves he met yesterday. Most of them could be completed in his room, as the majority of it was continuing his duties as Gil-galads herald and writing correspondences and letters to be sent back to Lindon or to various other elven settlements.

The rest of his day was spent working, and he took dinner in his rooms. He was not looking forward to missing breakfast again tomorrow, he would need to find a better excuse because he doubts Celebrimbor will accept his absence after Elrond's fatigue yesterday.

And he was correct, Celebrimbor insisted that Elrond eat with him that next morning, and during their slightly stilted conversation, Elrond found himself suddenly overwhelmed with the idea of having to repeat yesterday. He was exhausted by the end of it all, he hardly slept, and his body still ached. Tears pooled in his eyes as he picked at his breakfast, clinging to his lashes when he tried to blink them away.

"... Elrond?" He sets down his fork and drags in a slow, shaking breath. He had been intending to relieve Celebrimbor of stress, and instead he has caused it. Stuck in his own thoughts, Elrond misses it when Celebrimbor stands and flinches when he feels the hand placed on his shoulder. It retracts for a moment, but then settles, grounded. Elrond takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.

"I'm sorry," Elrond whimpers out, holding his head in his hand. "I'm sorry, I do not mean to burden you I just- I have much to do today and I dread doing it." The confession falls from his lip and the moment Elrond realizes what he says, he regrets it. He had been an idiot to agree to in the first place, he was confused during that encounter but that is not an excuse. He was ruining Celebrimbors day because he was a fool.

"Do not apologize for being upset," Celebrimbor scolds, pulling Elrond into a standing position and hugging him tightly. "I will help you, Elrond. What is it that you need?" And between one breath and the next, from feeling alone to feeling so utterly loved that he cannot express into words the joy he feels, Elrond makes a decision.

His explanation about the event feels incomprehensible and rambling when he makes it, but Celebrimbor nods along, and when Elrond is done and emptied of tears, the Lord of Eregion kisses the top of his head and promises to return soon. Elrond stays in Celebrimbor's office because it feels like the safest place to be, and every part of it reminds him of his cousin.

It is quite some time before Celebrimbor returns. but when he does, there is a clear fire in his eyes that only slightly dissipates when he turns his attention to Elrond. "You are a complete fool, and should have come to me straight away." Celebrimbor tells him, voice quiet but firm. Elrond nods, he would not argue this point even if he disagreed, Celebrimbor is scary when he's mad. And then Celebrimbor melts and pulls him into another hug. "You are not leaving my sight for the rest of your time here."

And why would Elrond have any qualms with that?

[riagraie]

Ninjago AU Headcannons

so obviously, this includes OC content. if you don't like OCs, don't read that part/ignore other hc ig?

anyway, this is for my AU of Ninjago, Echoes of the Echoed. The timeline is set to be between Crystalized (s16) and Dragons Rising Season 1. So there shouldn't be any spoilers?

this is just a bunch of random hcs I have for the ninja (and Hanna) in my AU. some of these are adapted from other people, some of them are mine.

Kai

he has naturally straight hair so he uses curlers to put wave in it. by curlers, i mean the ones your grandma uses overnight. he also sleeps in a bonnet

bro wears eyeliner. not a lot, but when asked he will admit to it.

he knows how to cook a meal and is probably the best chef (minus Zane bc Zane is goated) but doesn't like to cook

he is terrified of bugs. any kind of bug, it doesn't matter. he doesn't want to look at them, he doesn't want to be near him, and if he was alone in the monastery and found a spider, the entire thing would be up in flames.

when he gets spooked, sometimes fire will shoot out of his shoulders.

when someone on the team is upset or struggling with smth, he forces them to do self care nights with him

he paints his nails black or red

he's an insomniac, has been since his parents left. it got better around s11 but still struggles with it. when he can't sleep he likes to do blacksmithing. nya and pixal set up a station in the X Cave for him to do it quietly.

Jay

adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd-

he doesn't know what his biological mother looks like and he likes to try and imagine it.

the reason his hair curled after s7 is bc of puberty. some people's hair gets curly :/

when he uses his powers his spine will glow blue and have offshoots of the same color that look like lightning. it's sick af

he always carries his yin medallion with him. he might be wearing it, he may be holding it, it may be chillin in his pocket, but it's always on him.

after the events of s15 and then after s16, jay brags about how easy it was for him to grow a beard. it pisses lloyd off.

the eye that he hurt in Skybound(s6) is ever so slightly a lighter shade of blue than his other eye. sometimes it still hurts him and on those days it looks bloodshot and he wears an eye patch.

his favorite kind of art is watercolors.

he's got a wicked spice tollerance

Cole

he forced Zane to teach him how to cook basic things. but, he is a very skilled baker naturally

he's great with kids bc he lets them swing off his arms like monkey bars

cole is black and bc his dad never did, kai taught him how to take care of his hair.

he likes having long hair bc it covers his scar from when he was a ghost.

right after becoming human again, he kept forgetting he wasn't a ghost and kept running into walls and doors

he has seriously considered becoming a streamer

cole is terrified of singing because his mother used to sing him to sleep.

Zane

sometimes he feels what pixal is feeling bc they share a heart

even after nya came back in s16, zane didn't turn on his emotions again until nya convinced him too. he then cried for three hours straight.

he will laugh without hesitation at a dad joke. he will also crack up as he's trying to tell a dad joke

he still has pictures lloyd drew him in s1 until childs play.

he's easily annoyed by people who break traffic laws.

he rarely swears, but swore more when he was pretending to be a pirate in s15.

after figuring out him roleplaying a detective in s12 annoyed Pixal, he downloads and roleplays things for other missions they are on together. like the pirate thing in s15.

he lets kai paint his nails

Nya

unlike kai, her hair is naturally wavy and she used to straighten it from the pilot-s7. then she kinda gave up.

she decided to grow out her hair bc she wanted to look more like her mother, but then hated having hair against her neck all the time and started putting it up.

she can bench press jay and she has a sleeper build

she gets pissed when she sees someone in the arcade getting close to her and jay's high score on the dance machine

she's a light sleeper

she's terrified of snakes

when she's upset about something, she will either beat the shit out of the training equipment (then proceed to fix in in a huff) or just build random things

she's seriously considered building jay a robot dog. but she never went through with it

Lloyd

when he's really happy, sleeping, or meditating, he purrs.

he's got freckles that look like diamonds bc of the dragon scale thing

hes got fangs, his ears are pointed, and when he's pissed or enamored by something his eyes turn red. naturally, his pupils are a bit pointer, aren't as round basically

lloyd knew about his oni form before the events of s16 but never told anyone. he's known about it since s9 when he had a nightmare and woke up to see himself half-shifted in the mirror. he asked mistake about it, she explained, he asked her to not tell anyone, and she didn't. neither did he.

he likes mints because he likes hard candies better, gives him something to fidget with

he's always bustling with energy bc of his element. he can't sit still for the life of him.

he can still control the individual elements of creation as well as water and wind. he found out he could control wind after s5 and he could control water after s15.

when he uses his powers, his eyes glow whatever color they are (red or green) for up to an hour afterwards.

he has super hearing and super smell. he can also partially see in the dark if theres just a little bit of light

he hates ants

he has consistent nightmares. nearly every night. unlike the visions in DR, he doesn't flail for his nightmares, just jolts awake.

he loves photography and has many professional grade cameras. he likes it because he gets to hold memories.

when he's upset at someone, he unconsciously switches to yelling at them in Oni language.

he can understand and read the Harmonizer language but can't speak or write it.

Hanna

she's filthy rich. her parents own a very successful real estate business and a shipping company

she doesn't talk to her parents and doesn't like talking about them

she has an accent bc of being part Harmonizer but she hides it bc it led to a lot of people not understanding her. the closest thing it sounds like irl is a Russian accent.

she sometimes talks in the Harmonizer language, especially if she's frustrated or sleeping.

she can understand and read the Oni language.

after shifting to full harmonizer the first time, the black and gold lines on her skin became visible when human if your close enough to see them

she requires no form of skin care but still joins kai for skin care nights.

she has bad periods and struggles with migraines bc of her powers

she could feel something was off before the crystal king formed in s16. she has a scar on her knuckle from where she punched harumi in the face

she loves sports bikes. she liked going fast and breaking traffic laws. but, safety is her top priority even for herself and never goes out without making sure her and any backpacks are in full gear.

after s15, she had a lot of anxiety attacks

she knew about Lloyd's oni form bc she accidentally walked in on him one day he struggled to mask it.

she is also really good with kids

she heals pretty quickly bc of being part harmonizer, and because of that, most of the wounds she gets scars over.

she hates being in the spotlight

so thats them, let me know what you think. should I do more hcs? let me know ab that too. uhh

hope you enjoyed :D

[frownyalfred]

Narratively speaking, when should the batkids be able to beat Batman single-handedly? Sure, Cass can do it already and Dick is seen as above or on Batman's level but what are your thoughts on this? It's always hard to do this stupid power level stuff because the character you want to win is obviously gonna win, but you still have to show that Batman is this super ubermensch martial artist who always has a plan and whose goal is to make his kids surpass him but then how do you do that? When can you say, "yeah Batman's cool and all but [enter batkid's name] would totally wipe the floor with the old man if they were to fight 1v1"? This is extremely exaggerated but you get what I mean, right?

I'm genuinely fascinated by this question and I thought I could just ask you.

Thanks!😀

Yeah, it’s all biased like you pointed out since we all want our special blorbo to be the most special blorbo, even in situations where the logic gets pretty thin.

The thing with Bruce is, in his prime, he’s a god-tier fighter for multiple reasons. He’s got insane training under his belt, he’s at or above peak physical human conditioning, he’s trained to think strategically about combat, he’s fast for his size (despite his size), and he’s BIG.

The last one is so important. He’s anywhere from 6’ to 6’4, 190 to 240 lbs of muscle, etc. He’s not losing to most people in a fair fight! And he’s definitely not losing to someone much shorter and lighter than him when it comes to sheer power.

What’s interesting about the comics is that they largely argue that Bruce losing these 1v1s comes down to skill and experience. Cass trained for years to be a weapon, and her advanced training is what supposedly tips the scales in her favor. Same thing with Damian. Bruce makes the argument that enough training can create conditions for his Robins to surpass him, like you mentioned.

But is that actually a fair determinator of a fight? Can most if not all advantages Bruce might have in a fight with a woman half his size be overcome by volume or rigor of training?

It’s the comics, so the answer changes depending on what’s intriguing and fun. We can oscillate between Bruce being the ultimate overpowered fighter who can’t ever lose and Bruce getting his ass handed to him by his kids because it all comes down to power ranking, which is SO subjective.

Should the Batkids be able to beat him? In my opinion, not when he’s in his prime and it’s a fair fight. That isn’t me saying that they can’t win 1v1 through skill, misdirection, getting lucky, etc.

That’s not me trying to shit on female fighters either. Dick carrying 30-40 lbs less muscle than Bruce puts him at a disadvantage too. Jason being the same weight but not as fast/nimble puts him at a disadvantage to Bruce. Damian being a child fighting an adult will ALWAYS result in an unbalanced fight.

If you’ve ever squared up with a heavier, larger, more skilled opponent — especially if you’re a woman and they’re a man — one of the first things you have to learn is that, when it comes to pure strength, you cannot hope to win. It is an inherent advantage, and why we have weight classes for fighting.

Your goal is to figure out a way to get around that advantage. To be smarter, or faster. We teach women about throws and the benefits of having a lower center of gravity. We teach kids the benefits of being flexible or smaller in certain holds. Things like that.

But comics aren’t real life. The better question is, have we overpowered Bruce in a way that makes taking him down a peg or two somewhat difficult or implausible? How can we better show his flaws and complexity as a character when the stakes get set too high?

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

More headcanons about my comic fanchild Gregor Blackheart! (Mostly about the C! Goldenhearts as parents)

I want to draw him again, esp as a kiddo/baby, but drawing kiddos and babies is hard. Their proportions ain't right

- When Gregor was born, Ambrosius literally did not want to allow anyone else (besides sometimes Ballister) to hold him ever. Having his own baby brought up so many feelings of childhood trauma that he went into full protector-mode, and felt panicky if the baby was anywhere but his arms. Ballister had to put his foot down to not allow Ambrosius to co-sleep for safety reasons, their compromise was to have the crib right next to the bed

- Ballister derived immense enjoyment by planning cute kid-friendly science experiments and doing them together, and watching his son get so excited by the baking soda volcanoes and stuff

- Ambrosius likes to hide little toys in the garden while he's gardening, so as a kid Gregor would spend time with him in the garden looking for "buried treasure"

-Gregor loves science but he's not good at math, so he doesn't plan to become a scientist like his dad or auntie Meredith

- Meredith and Nimona have a friendly argument over who named Gregor. "I gave Ballister the idea in the first place" vs "I called Ballister Gregor which made him realize what a good name it was." Ballister always interrupts the arguments with "My partner and I are the ones that named him. I don't see your signatures on the birth certificate."

-Gregor was a colicky baby and would have long crying fits regularly which stressed his parents out a lot. Ballister was low-key very worried because of Ambrosius's tendency to lose control of his actions when he was under extreme emotional duress that he might accidentally shake Gregor. So whenever Gregor was colicky and Ballister noticed Ambrosius start crying or rocking back and forth or stimming, he'd swoop in to take over and send Ambrosius to go lie down. He never told Ambrosius about his concerns for fear he'd interpret it as Ballister calling him a bad parent. He was unaware that Ambrosius was also, and in fact much more terrified of the exact same thing happening

-As a little kid Gregor loved riding around in Ambrosius's wheelchair on his lap, he thought of it as like a fun ride (Ambrosius started using his wheelchair more on long public outings because it was easier for him to carry his baby than when he was using a cane or crutch)

- Ballister read every baby book. Every. Single. One. He did a library's worth of research before his child arrived and all of it flew right out of his brain the second Gregor was placed in his arms.

-Gregor had much lighter features as a baby than when he got older. His eyes went from blue-green to hazel in his first weeks of life, and his hair went from dirty-blond to dark brown when he was a young child (cue Ballister "who's goddamn white baby is that" /j )

-Gregor was also a chonky baby (I hc Ballister was as well) aside from his coloring and his nose, newborn Gregor was the chubby, bald, spitting image of baby Ballister.

That's all I got rn teehee

[wasjustred]

A Lesson in Trust - Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: Larissa comes to your rescue.

Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x femprof!Reader

Warnings: Mention of drugs, alcohol, self-victim blaming

Word Count: ~2.8k

Author’s Note: Another little ditty for you all based on a sentence prompt that can be found here! Totally self-indulgent but I hope y’all enjoy lmaooo ♡ (un-beta-ed!) ╱ AO3

“Hey, I’m sorry––I know it’s really late, but… I didn’t know who else to call.”

You feel like pure shit, phoning your boss at one in the morning on a Friday night, crossing every professional boundary you know one line at a time, shivering against the outside bricks of a nightclub downtown. The lethargy in Larissa’s voice is clear from the moment she picks up (which surprises you in and of itself): Gravelly, low, delayed. Hot if you hadn’t just rudely torn her from a deep sleep. You had fought yourself pretty hard on the topic of dialing her up, but as your limbs got lighter and your head a little hazier, your ego gave in and surrendered to reason.

“Y/N? ‘s everythin’ alright?” She mumbles into the receiver, the distant sound of rustling sheets and the click of a lamp switch carrying in the background. You purse your lips in an attempt to keep the embarrassment and guilt at bay; it’s rallying at the gates and feels a helluva lot like drink-induced nausea.

“I’m sorry, I just, uhm––.. I just think somebody slipped something in my drink, and I’m, uh, I’m on my own, and I was wondering if you could––if you’d be willing to pick me up?” The words are jumbled and slurred in some instances, drawn out ‘s’s, but you’re clear enough that Larissa immediately perks up on the other end. You shiver against a harsh gust of wind and lean harder into the wall as you await - dread - the concern that’s bound to color each of her words. 

Instead, she’s firm and commanding: “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Just tell me where you are, okay? And I’ll come and get you right this second.” It takes you a minute between processing her response and checking the front of the club for a name or marker, but you eventually present what information you have and she confirms she’ll be there soon. You could cry, really, not at her willingness to come to your rescue but at the harsh reality that you’re helpless and feel like a child in almost every regard. 

Larissa strongarms you into staying on the phone with her as she drives––says she doesn’t want anything to happen in the time it takes her to get to you, as ‘grim as it sounds’. It’s the least you can do, so you ease yourself down into a crouching position on the side of the building and wrap one arm around your knees, the other fitting the phone snugly to your ear. The music pulses from inside, leaking out into the real world every so often as a group of girls or handsy couple stumble through the door towards the end of their night; you can feel the vibrations on the ground beneath you and shudder at the sensation, already struggling to ward off the dizziness that’s quickly made itself home within you.

“Are you still there?”

“Mhm, ‘m here.” Forming sounds, words, takes all the energy out of you. Your eyelids are fighting a losing battle against the call to sleep, and each sharp intake of breath you take to keep yourself awake and aware marks another minute on the clock. You hate feeling vulnerable. You hate that Larissa’s going to see you like this. You hate that you couldn’t protect yourself, but the feeling of free-falling through the asphalt is winning out over the agitation.

Tomorrow’s problem, then.

“I’m here… Ah, I see you. Just one second, my love.” The line disconnects as you seek out her headlights, no choice but to gloss over the pet name as your thoughts swim, convoluted and fractured. Everything feels weightless. Your phone isn’t your phone. It slips from your hand the same second you recognize Larissa’s hair, down in this late hour and curling past her shoulders. An angel.

“Thank you s’ much,” you rasp out when she reaches you, barely supporting yourself against the brick wall in your crouched position. She kneels and steadies your frame as you begin to slump forward.

“Oh, darling… You’re safe, I’ve got you, okay? Can you walk?” Larissa knows better based on the image in front of her - lolling, unfocused - but asks anyway before hooking one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back. She lifts you with an ease you didn’t expect, but you’re far too out of it to comment, mustering what little strength and wherewithal you have to tuck your head against her shoulder.

“Shit,” she mumbles, stooping down once more and struggling for a moment before she’s upright again with your phone clutched between two fingers. You feel like you’re floating as Larissa walks off towards her car with a steady hold on you. The world is swaying––no, she’s swaying? She’s lowering you into the passenger seat and the car is stationary but it feels like you’re going fifteen miles a minute as she buckles you in, chin balanced on your clavicle.

“There we go.” She slips behind the wheel a moment later and begins the drive back to Nevermore without another word. If you were more yourself, you’d have noticed her occasional, worried glances in your direction, her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, the string of obscenities she’s mumbling under her breath, cursing the powers that be. You’d be far more ashamed than you are, slumped in her passenger seat.

The rest of the night passes in a confused blur: One second you’re pulling up to the Academy, the next you’re in the main hall, then Larissa’s quarters, then her bed as she carefully undresses you. She covers you as best as she knows how in an effort to preserve your dignity, painfully aware that you’re not there, not really. Suddenly the lights are out, and she’s pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and then the door’s cracked but she’s gone, and the weight of exhaustion mixed with something else is dragging you deep into the depths of slumber.

You don’t dream during the night. You’re asleep and it’s black and then you’re awake and the sun is bursting through the curtains unabated. When you sit up the faint sense of intoxication floods through your limbs, all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You’re sober, you think, but your body disagrees and is quick to make its point: You wobble when your feet hit the ground, and you’re forced to steady yourself against the mattress before you can straighten out to your full height and take stock.

Larissa’s bedroom is a masterclass in opulence, dripping in chiffon and satin, complemented by ornate golden fixtures on the walls and windows, beautifully worn furniture that matches her consistent air of class. You’re reminded in your appreciation that you’re here because last night you–––––––

You hiss against the memory and shove the heels of your palms into your eyes, hoping to rub the images away. You should’ve known better, should’ve been more careful, should’ve gone with someone else or a group and not by yourself like you did. It was stupid. Irresponsible. Shameful. Instead of basking in Larissa’s bedroom a second more, you stalk towards the door and push out into the hall,

only to knock straight against Larissa’s front.

Oh, fuck.

She ‘oof’s airily at the force and clasps your shoulders in her hands to keep you both remaining upright, confusion washed over her features. She’s already made up for the day, hair perfectly coifed and lips a veritable shade of red. The image of you two side-by-side is almost laughable if you weren’t so distraught over the idea of your boss - your kind, lovely, attractive boss - handling you at your most vulnerable: Larissa is the picture of professionalism, and you’re swimming in what you assume is one of her old school t-shirts and a pair of shorts tied tight at the waist, which is barely visible beneath the hem of the shirt, feet bare and hair tangled.

“I was just coming to check on you––how are you feeling?” Her gaze is soft, words softer. She rests a tentative hand on your forearm and you evade her eyes, desperately shrugging off the feeling of incapability that immediately overtakes you.

“I’m–I’m fine. Uhm, thank you, for helping me last night. You shouldn’t have had to do that, I realize how inappropriate that was.” If you could bring yourself to meet Larissa’s gaze, you’d be privy to the swiftness with which her expression morphs from one of caring to one of bewilderment.

“I hardly think answering a call to help from one of my employees is inappropriate, Y/N.” Curiouser than the rest of this - the shame and the discomfort - is how your insides bristle wildly at the idea that Larissa was only acting in her capacity as an employer. Somehow, the idea makes things much, much worse. You expect that some delusional part of you hoped the aggravation you felt at having called her would have subsided in some part if she admitted to coming to your aid as a friend, a–––well, a someone who cares for you as a person and not just as a worker.

“Right. Well, thank you again, Principal Weems. I’m indefinitely beholden to you.” You brush past her harsher than you mean to but don’t dare stop to apologize, making for where you hope her door may be so that you can escape to your own quarters. You just need space to breathe, to get out of her clothes, to reasonably and philosophically beat your psyche down into a pulp for being so reckless––––

“Y/N, stop,” Larissa commands, her voice suddenly full and forceful in the otherwise quiet space. By gods do you want to continue right out the door but your feet disobey you, freezing somewhere between the hall and what looks to be a sitting room. You don’t turn to look at her. Instead, you listen with bated breath as she approaches from behind, taking slow deliberate steps towards you. When she reaches you, evident by the stunted sound of footsteps and that unmistakable feeling of being loomed over, she rests a hand on your shoulder. Gently still, Larissa ushers you to face her. And once you do, she grasps your chin ever so slightly and tilts it up so that you have no choice but to meet her eye.

“I’m glad you called me. I’m glad you trusted that I’d come. And I came because I care about you, do you understand? Not just because you’re one of my professors but because you’re important to me, Larissa––not ‘Principal Weems’.” Her eyes are searching and you’re leaning into her touch despite the humiliation building within you. The humiliation brings tears with it, burning and quick to fall. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, darling.” Her thumbs brush away the stray tears as your face scrunches in hopes of curbing the waterworks.

She’s too kind.

“I should’ve never put myself in that position. It was so––it was such a childish mistake. How the hell am I supposed to teach and protect my students if I can’t even protect myself? It’s embarrassing!” Your volume grows with your frustration but Larissa doesn’t bat an eye, instead guiding you towards one of the loveseats in her sitting room. She sits you down and kneels before you, hands balanced on your knees.

“No, Y/N. You’re wrong,” she insists, ducking her head to meet your gaze. “It is not your fault that there are awful people in the world who go out of their way to corrupt it. Nor does it mean you can’t protect your students; I have the utmost confidence that should the situation call for it, you’d do everything in your power to keep our Nevermore family safe. And I trust you’d succeed.” She pauses to wipe away another escaping tear, squeezing your knee. “There’s no one I’d rather have next to me watching over our students, hm? This does not change that, not in the slightest.”

Her tone is firm but compassionate, slanted by a tinge of anger at how one night has forced you to question your worth. You take a few moments to work through her words, subtly nodding as you piece it all together from start to end. It was out of your hands; you’re okay; your students are safe with you; you’re safe with Larissa. She picks herself up and slides back down next to you on the cushions as you ponder, and readjusts so that the hand closest to you can rub small, soothing circles along your back.

“... thank you. I needed to hear that.” The smile she gives you is a warm one, pleased with the shift in your line of thinking. Her hand moves further until it rests at your shoulder and then she’s turning, turning until she’s wrapped you in a tight hug, burying her face into the crook of your neck as you allow yourself to melt into her.

“I care about you very much, Y/N. It’s important to me that you know that.” For the first time this morning, Larissa’s voice is timid. You press yourself into her skin as far as you can, almost molded like a funny amalgamation of three-dimensional puzzle pieces on her couch, and squeeze.

“I know. I know. I care about you, too.” You bite your tongue before anything else can slip through unfiltered, like the way your heart thrums a million miles a minute when she smiles at you, or how the simplest things about her - her coffee order, how she greets students in the halls, the look she always gets when she watches everybody else enjoy an event she organized - makes you want to wrap her up and never let go. The sentiment stands all the same.

You finally release each other after a a couple minutes of comfortable silence, content to just breathe each other’s air and savor what little time remains in the morning before weekend duty calls. When you do part, Larissa’s eyes are glassy, and a track of bare skin beginning from the corner of her eye to the tip of her chin gives her away.

“Are you alright?” The sudden reversal in your roles makes her chuckle as you look her over, eyes wide.

“Yes, I am. I’m just happy is all.” She stops you in your tracks with that, and you have to remind yourself to manually breathe when she smiles at you, expression so unbearably fond. The urge to kiss her in this moment is overpowering; it takes everything within you not to throw yourself into it when her eyes fall to your lips, something akin to yearning there. You both inch closer - nearly impossible given you’re already wrapped up in each other - and duck your heads together as if in a conspiracy, brushing noses, sighing into the fall as––

“Principal Weems? Are you in there?”

There. The obligatory interruption of your shared contentedness. You have to laugh, and Larissa shoots you a lighthearted stare that tells you to shut it as she turns towards the door, yelling out. 

“Just a moment!” She returns her attention to you, pliant in your hands, and shakes her head. “Whoever’s up there,” her eyes flit up towards the ceiling, gesturing towards the heavens, “has got a bloody dreadful sense of humor, haven’t they?” You giggle and move to fix a strand of hair behind her ear, shrugging.

“What’s a couple more hours of waiting, huh?” An eternity, really.  Larissa rolls her eyes, loosening the hold she has on you begrudgingly.

“I suppose you’re right, although I’m certainly not happy about it.” A snort escapes you as you push yourself up off of the couch, reaching out a hand for her to do the same. When she does follow suit, it’s with a smile that leaves you breathless and hopeful for more, standing over you in a meaningful silence that warms you both to the core. Another knock sounds, this time apparently impatient. “Oh, Christ. Alright, go hide. I’m not finished with you.”

As you scamper off towards her bedroom to evade whoever’s on the other side of the door, Larissa pulls you in for one last hug, however brief. How it escaped you all morning you don’t know, but you’re abruptly thrust into the lingering scent of her perfume, floral and clean, undeniably her. It’s a scent you doubt you’ll escape now that you know it in this context, wrapped in her arms, in her sitting room, a couple walls away from a confession.

When she releases you, you press a kiss to her cheek and quickly dash away, clamping a hand over your mouth when she hisses ‘not fair!’ at your retreating form.

Whoever’s knocking at her door will surely have hell to pay.

[curi0us-gh0st]

Mama's Girl (Shim Suryeon)

pairings: Shim Suryeon x Fem!Reader, Min Seol Ah x Fem!Reader (platonic)

word count: ± 3 k

genre: angst.

summary: The pain and emptiness that his sweet little girl left behind was filled with anger and a desire for revenge, but perhaps an old flame will come back to him again.

warnings: reader being a single mother, suffering, tragedy, mention of death, bullying, pain, abandonment, revenge, anger, etc. [no review]

a/n: I never watched The Penthouse, but honestly, I identify with Min Seol Ah and I just felt Shim Suryeon's pain. Prepare the tissues :( (the cover is mine, made for Spirit)

Sweet girl; 1 / 2

Min Seol Ah's life was never easy for her, in addition to the bullying she suffered at school, the difficulties she faced during long periods of work she did, even since she was born, it was never made easier for her.

She grew up just being her and her mother, the strongest woman she had ever met in her life, she always worked to give all the best to Seol Ah, she always thought about her dear daughter, giving her all. Of course, in the first months of having the little girl it was complicated, there was no one to help her and with financial problems, she did not fully complete her recovery and was able to work to buy food and the things that the newborn needed. Seol Ah was always a sweet baby, she barely cried, always so behaved as if she understood what she was going through at the moment, accompanying her mother at work until she could start studying.

Her own mother's anxious heart pounded in her chest when she saw little Min bouncing to a seat in the classroom, so excited and radiant. She didn't stop a few tears from sliding down her cheeks, proudly, before leaving for a new job she had gotten at a restaurant cleaning dishes. During this period she was always late because of the many piles of dirty dishes, still wearing her apron when she ran to the teacher holding her little girl's hand with a sad look. Listening and apologizing to the teacher for her tardiness, the walk to the station was silent until she found the courage to ask how her day at school was and a simple "good" was heard.

She logically shook her mother's heart deeply, but when she suggested that she would reward her next time and Seol Ah's smile was seen, her heart felt lighter. As an apology, taking her to eat strawberry ice cream, which was her favorite, making fun of her to laugh, they played in the park until they got tired. In the end, holding the little girl on his lap as he carried her home so as not to wake up from her sleep, seeing his daughter like that, thinking that he would be capable of anything for her, he would do anything just to see the beautiful smile on her angelic face .

It didn't take long for your little girl to grow up and become a kind and charismatic young woman, never losing the essence she had. You were proud of the girl she had become, hardworking, studious and hopeful — even though you thought it could cause future problems, that was Min Seol Ah's selfless heart.

However, her shifts began to increase in the new job she had gotten, working all day, day after day, always arriving home in the early hours of the morning and seeing her little girl already asleep. A smile always appeared on her face as she watched her rest, a relief settled in her chest, feeling an unusual happiness and peace. On the days when she was off, looking for anything to be close to her daughter, asking her to eat ice cream or go for a walk, but she wasn't a child anymore, so she started denying it, saying there was schoolwork.

One unusual day, she arrived to say that she had gotten a job in a market, which surprised her, quickly denying the girl and saying that she didn't want it and asking her the reason for it. She replied that she would like to help around the house so you don't have to spend so many extra hours at work, making things easier for you. Sighing in defeat when the Min girl appeared not to give up on such an act.

What you didn't know was that Seol Ah felt like dead weight, seeing you work every day and her just studying, she thought she needed to do something, she didn't care about school until she got a job at a market after school. school. That day, she came bouncing back home, happy and relieved to finally be able to help around the house.

Min Seol Ah never complained about things, she always accepted situations and tried to find solutions like her math homework. The only problem she didn't know how to solve were the mean young people who had been bothering her since God knows when. School materials were ruined, as well as clothes, snacks thrown on the floor or in the trash, the climax was when she was beaten by the group and returned home with a bruised face and wet clothes.

She sobbed as she leaned against the doorway, leaving her bag on the floor and taking off her shoes, walking to the bathroom. Cleaning the wounds and applying medicine to them, she lay down that night, weak and crying, only stopping when she heard the noise from the entrance, warning her that her mother had arrived, she held back her tears, covering her mouth with her hand, listening to her footsteps.

"Seol Ah, are you lying down yet?" Her voice sounded delicately, without response. "You must be tired, it's okay… Omma brought food for tomorrow." She spoke again, the sounds of the food package, you letting go of the girl as you focused on not making noise to wake her, meanwhile, hot tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, deeply saddened. She didn't want to worry her mother any more than she was already going through with the stress of work.

Seol Ah slept after crying so much, the next morning, she woke up without strength, she thought, she thought hard to find some way to escape what was happening, she didn't want to ask her mother for help, she was so busy, her intrusive thoughts causing confusion in her In the end, she decided to leave the market and settle in the area she wanted. With her good grades and excellent performance in her subjects, she decided to spread her numbers to become a teacher during free periods, so she did.

On the first day after class, she visited the home of a family that was just mother and son, the son was having problems in physics, she spent long afternoons for four months to help him, in the end, he got an 'A' and promised to continue studying.

She was doing well teaching elementary school students to help them with subjects they weren't doing well in, until her cell phone rang for a new opportunity. It was for two young people Min's age, the money was good, so good that it could help her and her mother move. She accepted, got the address and waited anxiously for the second one, where she would start.

Min got ready, put on a sweater that you had sewn, little figures that she had chosen and gave it to her as a gift. She put her backpack on her back and went in search of the address, she almost never walked through the upscale neighborhood she was in, she walked behind the house where everything pointed to the large building, which not even her eyes could tell how many meters or floors it had.

She went to the building's reception, everything was so chic and organized, asking the girl who was there.

"Who are you after?"

"Let me remind you. Shim Suryeon?" Min said hesitantly.

"Mrs. Shim? One moment." She picked up the phone and called someone, after a while she sent the girl up to the penthouse.

The employee called a security guard for Min, who took her to Shim's office.

“Good afternoon, you must be Min Seol Ah, right?” The woman stood up from her seat with a gentle smile.

"Good afternoon, yes, it's me." Seol Ah greeted. "Where are the students? Are they your children?"

"Ah, they're waiting in the study room. And yes, they are. The guard can take you there, I have to go out to run some errands, have a great day."

The woman left without saying much and then he did as asked, he took her to the room to meet who you should instruct. But when she arrived, her body froze, her body radiated fear and hesitation, no, it couldn't be.

"Look who our teacher is!" The girl got up from her chair and walked over to Min. "What's that on your clothes, huh?" She pulled one of the stickers from her sweater, her tone full of disdain and arrogance, the others in the room just staring. "It will be good our time together here." Joo Seok Kyung smiled devilishly.

No, it was not. It wasn't good, it was horrible. It was worse than any nightmare, it was terrible, humiliating and stressful. The only time that was peaceful was when her parents were around, but the girl needed the money to be given, she put up with more than she should have. But she felt uncomfortable, there was something in that place, in fact, in that person that made her curious, Shim Suryeon. Who was she? Did she know her? Why was she so kind?

"Look what my little girl brought!" You smiled widely at Seol Ah. "You didn't have to, jagiya." He helped her with the plates of food.

"Of course I needed it, you're very busy and this new job of mine is paying me a good amount, we can even move house." The girl said, making her mother look.

“Min Seol Ah, since when did you become so mature like this?” Her voice sounded thin and tearful as she grabbed the girl's cheeks.

"Omma!" Seol Ah laughed trying to move away. "Let's eat soon!"

"Okay, my beautiful mature little girl! I'm so proud of you." She gave Min a smile.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

Maybe when everything is close to the end, are there signs? Is there a way to prevent such dark events in our lives? Is there a way to change the past?

"Come on my love, tell me where you are. You left some things behind, I came to bring them." He said on the phone.

"Shouldn't you be at work, omma?" The girl countered.

"I'm going to my new job in a few hours. I was going to tell you when I got home, but focus! Tell me, I'm in the city center."

After seeing the address, walking a few blocks, her heart pounded in her chest, it hurt.

"It can not be." You said as you looked at the large building.

You didn't believe your daughter worked at this place, no, no. He went to the entrance to talk to the secretary who said that Seol Ah was on his way, she waited. Her heart sank, anxiety and apprehension took over her, why?

"Y/N. Min Y/N?" The voice echoed through her ears, so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, her eyes lifting to see the woman's.

"Shim Suryeon." You stood up, letting out a sigh. "How long." Shim swallowed, approaching.

"What are you doing here?" She soon asked, her eyes confused, strange with memories.

"Omma!" Before she could respond, Seol Ah appeared, walking over to her and hugging her. "Oh- Lady Shim." She complimented her.

"Omma?" Suryeon repeated.

"Do you know each other?" Seol Ah asked curiously, looking between you and Suryeon.

"What? No, no. This lady just got confused." You said taking her away from Shim.

Of course you tried to get Min to quit that job, you literally tried everything, but she said she needed it, she was earning a lot and that she was helping you. You assured them they didn't need that money and the girl said she would leave. She didn't leave.

After the announcement that she got the last place at school, she spread throughout the luxurious corridors of the Palace, the days became more difficult and complicated. Everyone was against the idea of a simple poor girl getting a place in one of the best schools in Korea, which outraged the rich stingy people.

With several requests for her to give up her place so that the daughter or friend of one of them could get in. Min Seol Ah denied it, she studied too hard to get this damn scholarship, to pay all the costs to enter, she wouldn't give up that easily, her future depended on it.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

"Hi, omma, are you busy?" Seol Ah's voice asked on the other end of the line, a sniffle was heard.

"Hello darling, no." He answered simply. "I just got off work. Did something happen?" Worry flooded her.

"Eh… Could you pick me up? There were some problems and I want to leave. Please…" Another sniffle, the heart sank.

"Are you okay, Seol Ah? Are you crying?" She asked worried about the girl.

"I… No, just… Please come take me home." It didn't take long for you to respond, turning off your cell phone and running to the building that was blocks away.

His heart was racing, his breathing was rapid and labored, his legs ached and his eyes began to burn trying to hold back the tears. You stopped in front of the entrance, took another breath to continue until you reached your daughter, before the first floor of the building, the loud noise of glass, your reflection making you protect your face with your hands.

His world stopped for a moment, trying to control his breathing and gather the courage to see what had happened, his head slowly slipping away, his blurred vision focusing on the statue painted in blood in front of him, his body instinctively getting up and taking small steps towards the fountain, his eyes crying seeing what had happened, his heart aching.

That night, his world ended, his life ended, after seeing his daughter's body being held by that angel, her little lifeless body, covered in bruises, bloody, a pain settled in his chest, as if someone had taken away his heart, feeling a huge emptiness in his chest. The screams and tears rolling from her being, as paramedics and firefighters removed Min Seol Ah's body; Seeing her in that state, hurt, her face wet with tears and blood, you would never see her smile again, your sweet little girl would no longer be there when you came home from work with a special gift for her, the doctors had to sedate her after the attempt by you to attack any of the people present in the building, those damned greedy rich people saying they would give millions to repair the broken facade.

After waking up in the hospital, the nurse informed him about his daughter's body, where it should be taken to be laid to rest, the only thing he said, coldly, ignoring the nurse and whether he could see her, he agreed and took her to the hospital. morgue. The cold room, the smell of death and pain, another boy opened one of the drawers, revealing the covered body and folded the cloth, revealing the image of his beautiful daughter with closed eyes, purple lips, clean bruises, it even looked like she was asleep, a sleep from which she could never wake, ever again.

The pain hurting you, like a blow to the head, making you cry and shake over your daughter's body, wanting to bury your head in her neck and smell her, her heat, which could never be felt again, while the two boys trying to push you away as a precaution, you fell to your knees on the cold floor as tears wet your face as you screamed: "my daughter, my sweet little daughter!".

The next day, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, after the hospital released her body, arranging a room for her to be buried, you brought her best dress and her favorite flowers. You tidied the room, leaving nothing out of place, you put on the dress, arranged the flowers around and inside the coffin, stopped to see your little girl's body, you smiling at how beautiful she looked, your mind woke up to something that had happened. left in the reserved room, walking to get it, when you came back, you saw the person you feared and hated most in your life, why was she there? Putting lipstick on your daughter?

"Why are you here?" The woman who turned around with a smile fell apart when she saw his cold and hurt expression.

“Y/N, I-”

"Shut up!" You stamped your feet, why did she have to come here? "I don't want you to say that, again!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening a new rain of them, her heart ached, feeling the pain and hatred inside it.

"I saw her when she…" She paused, trying to see a way to be less painful. "To fall…" A sigh left her lips.

"Shim Suryeon, I wish you never came into her life!" You spat out the words, they had been stored for so long...

"But… I'm her mother too!" She replied, nervously. How could she have the courage to say that anymore?

“You left that title when you preferred this family and abandoned Min Seol Ah.” She looked into his eyes with hatred. "And look what happened, this is all your fault!"

Her scream made Suryeon's heart tighten, she had to agree with you, she shouldn't have come back.

"Why did you do that? Why did you hire her? Did you feel sorry for her? How she was 'fine' to have a good life with the large amount you were giving her, why didn't you have the courage to say what did years ago?" You started to let everything out, your pain, your suffering, your anger, your hatred towards Shim. "You didn't even treat her like a daughter, or protect her… Where were you when she got sick? Where were you when she spent her nights studying? Where were you when she fell?" Her voice trailed off. "Where were you when you left me alone in that hospital without saying anything?"

Suryeon wasn't much different from you, her cheeks wet with tears, the sad and guilty expression that took over her body, she felt your pain and understood what you were feeling, she just didn't know how to help you.

"Y/N…" The woman's low and trembling voice sounded, making your eyes focus on her, she closed the distance between you and hugged you.

Arms wrapped around your body, your tears falling like an endless waterfall, as you heard Shim Suryeon's sobs, feeling your shirt form a puddle of tears, your weak legs, giving way, making you fall to the floor, she held you tightly as she felt your arms scratching his covered back, his pain trying to get out. Shim Suryeon, put aside his life, forgetting about his meetings, just to spend the day silently helping you with the wake of Min Seol Ah, your sweet girl.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⋆·˚ ༘ *

"Hey, I need you to control yourself." Her soft voice sounded not far from where she was. "I know what you're feeling right now, Y/N... The anger, the pain and the hate in your chest, I know you want revenge, you want to see them pay for it. But, it's not worth it. You know. This won't make Min Seol Ah come back, much less make her pain go away... I'll let them go, please, darling..."

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[esha-isboogara]

what your favorite jojo character says about you !

these are my takes on what kind of person you are based on your fave ;)

jonathan- you’re way too good for this world and i will protect you with my life!! you always choose the “nice” option when you’re playing an rpg/otome. i bet you cry during movies. you’re a dog person but you’re not annoying about it.

speedwagon- you’re either the kind of person that has a waifu unironicly or you’re too afraid to disagree with other peoples opinions. you were for sure bullied in school for liking anime and never really recovered .

joseph- you think you’re the funniest person in the room but in reality have the sense of humor of a middle school boy and everyone thinks you’re annoying. you have no idea how to act in public

ceaser- you most definitely get bitches.

jotaro- you’re either too horny for your own good or youre the kind of person who automatically chooses the most basic mc because it’s the safest. you probably never outgrew your emo phase and i guarantee you read lots of hardcore smut in middle school.

kakyoin- you use the word milfs way too much. it’s actually kind of annoying. please shut up. on the other hand you know how to dress!! for some reason every single kak stan knows their way around fashion. your probably an avid markiplier enjoyer.

avdol- you had a crush on zuko in middle school and i bet you carry a lighter everywhere. you don’t smoke or anything you just carry it to carry it. you’re like super mature for some reason and you are the brains of the friend group most likely.

polnareff- you’re a bit dense but we love you anyways. you have zero clue how to express your emotions. please stop letting people trauma dump on you :( you don’t deserve it babe

iggy- shut THE FUCK up

josuke- you are the coolest person on earth. you have no flaws. you are a god.

okuyasu- you’re the dumb friend. i’m sorry to tell you like this but someone had to. you make up for your lack of brain cells with your big heart <3 i bet you know lots of random facts about uselessness things as well.

rohan- you’re the biggest bitch i have ever met/pos. you definitely had a devianart phase that you only outgrew because you got bullied or met some scary ass people on there. you’re kind of a weirdo but that’s what gives you your spice.

koichi- you act innocent and kind but you’re a bitch too/ also pos. i bet your AO3 history is full of insane amount of hard smut or hurt/bo comfort.

giorno-you’re either a dope ass person who’s actually super genuine and everyone wants to be your friend. OR you’re a super annoying anime fan who says shit like “but can he beat goku though”.

mista- you’re a stoner. i have not met a single fan of this man who does not smoke. you either smoke before every little thing you do and mention it to every single person on this planet. or you’re down low about it and just kind of go about your life.

narancia- you are still a child. you didn’t really mature correctly and i bet it’s because of some traumatic event that happened during childhood that forced you to grow up. please go to therapy i will be your therapist. also liking sharp things and setting things on fire is not a personality trait.

fugo- you’re a red flag but in a good way(?)you always try to see the best in people even when it’s clear they are the worst person on earth. you definitely have anger issues because you suppress your feelings until they explode out of you. you give really good hugs i think.

abbacchio- you either want a big titty goth gf or are the big titty goth gf. you never left your emo phase and you definitely had a behavior problem in high school. please stop dying your hair every month it’s going to fall out soon.

bruno- you’re most DEFINITELY the mom of the friend group. everyone comes to you with their issues but you’re too afraid to put your issues on someone else because you don’t want to burden them with your feelings.

jolyne- you are most DEFINITELY lgbqt emphasis on the L. you most definitely have issues with one or both of your parents.

hermes- COME OUT OF THE CLOSER PLS!!! we all already know you like girls just admit it we are going to love and accept you no matter what.

foo fighters-autism

[charlotte-stant-romanzi-disney]

Hermione

The pungent smell of magic filled the air. The Great Hall was full of people. I had never seen it so crowded and I had never perceived such a strange atmosphere. I let my gaze pass over the people present, my heart tightening in my throat. The final battle against Voldemort was over, I should have felt lighter, more euphoric, more relieved. And instead the only thing I could feel was a vague sense of nausea and a tiredness that made my mind slow and numb. If there was one thing I hated, it was this feeling. I breathed in deeply. Ron, sitting next to me, was talking and had his arm around my shoulders. I felt like I was caged. A cage with golden bars, but still a cage. And I felt the need for a person. A being whose spirit was a mirror image of mine. Draco. Just thinking about his name confused me. It was like a dagger that wounded my very being. I looked around, in a vain attempt to distract myself. I noticed Harry and Ginny. In love, they were enough for themselves.

-How quiet you are-

I almost jumped, torn from my thoughts. I turned my head slightly, my hair sliding down my cheek, just enough to look at Ron's friendly face. He was my friend. It probably would have been something more if it hadn't been for him… Draco Malfoy. My torment, as only impossible loves can be.

-Are you not okay?- Ron continued, not hiding a hint of worry in his voice. I found myself thinking that Draco would do it. He would deny being worried and then check that I was okay. With him it was always like this, a denial, an exhausting fight to see who was stronger, better, simply better. And yet I couldn't live without him.

-I… yes, I'm okay- I lied. An inevitable lie.

Someone was laughing out loud. It was a celebration, yes, even if it had the faint, bitter taste of mourning. I noticed Neville recounting the events in words, more certain than he had ever been before.

-If you want to rest… - Ron tried, letting the words fall like that, in the air thick with joy, like stones thrown into water.

-I need the bathroom, - I murmured. I slipped from his light grip. I slipped away. I couldn't stay there, I couldn't fool him like that. It was wrong. Maybe it was inevitable, though.

-Hermione… -

-I'll be right back, - I said quickly. I certainly didn't want him to offer to accompany me or follow me. My legs carried me outside. Halfway there I realized that they knew where I had to go. To him. To Draco. To my mirror soul. It was as if they knew where he was. The cool night air caressed my face.

And there he was, sitting on the ground, the grass brushing his ankles, his gaze lost up, looking at those huge, cold stars. Indifferent to everything. I froze, petrified by him, by his mere presence. I watched him, the way a child might watch an exotic animal, because to me that was Draco. An exotic animal walking among people. His blond hair fell, unkempt, over his pale face. His elbows rested on his knees, his legs were close to his chest. There was something tormented about him. I swallowed the fear of rejection. With Draco it was always possible. He was unpredictable. I never knew how to act when I was near him. A snake. Yes, a snake that could bite you, for almost no reason.

-Are you going to stand there and watch me for much longer, Granger?-

I flinched. Of course, he had seen me. He always saw everything. I sighed, feigning a calm that I didn't have. With him I was never calm. The world exploded inside me. Black dots fell in front of me. I ignored them.

"Why are you here?" I asked. I wanted to sound confident, but my voice was shaking. Why was it so hard?

"Where else would I be, Granger?" and my name almost sounded like an insult between his lips.

"Celebrating, like the others."

"Celebrating? But what is there to celebrate?" His face burned, his fists clenched, his eyes narrowed. Anger. He felt anger. It was a common feeling for him… and for me too. We were connected by an invisible thread. Painfully invisible. Anger and a hint of despair.

"We won," I tried, but I couldn't pretend to be happy. Draco was right and that upset me.

"Is this winning?" He made a sweeping gesture, indicating the destruction that was blazing everywhere. I knew what he was referring to. The deaths, the pain, the misunderstandings. -I think we all lost-

I didn't speak. Draco's words were strong, restless, aggressive. They were words that reflected his personality.

-No, I don't think so… we lost- he whispered, darkly.

-Your mother will be looking for you- I murmured, to change the subject, to drag him away from a thought that could only hurt me.

-I know, but I needed to be alone… did you get together with Weasley?- and his voice was strange, high-pitched, painful and bloody with

me a wounded animal. He wasn't looking at me, his eyes turned to the stars, but I was sure that somehow he saw me anyway.

-What do you care?- the question, too abrupt, came out spontaneously.

Draco stiffened. The magic moment was over. The tension was creeping between us again. I was confused. Very confused.

-Hermione-

I jumped, a wave of nausea suffocated me.

-Weasley- Draco said. A word full of hate, anger, desperation. -Run to him, your boyfriend is waiting for you-

I opened my mouth to deny, to say that Ron wasn't my boyfriend. But I would have lied.

-Go to him- Draco continued.

-Hermione- Ron again. Why wasn't he silent? Why didn't he leave me alone? My temples began to throb. I didn't move. My legs wouldn’t obey me. Maybe it was for the best. Ron would see us and understand. A sense of freedom shook me. Everything would be resolved this way. Cruelly simple. And then Draco stood up. I looked at him, my mind clouded with confusion. I opened my lips to say words that didn’t come out, frozen in the back of my throat. I watched him go. His back straight, his carriage elegant, his blond hair shining in the soft starlight. I didn’t move when he disappeared. I didn’t move until Ron found me like this, my mind blank, tears digging into my eyes, my heart simply broken.

[asmotheavatarofhorny]

simeon/mc fluff,  “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.”

"Anything for you, Angel.”

🔔

Thank you for requesting :) I realize this is very heavily implying MC asking for a hug, but I decided on changing it up a little lol. Hope you enjoy~

----------Warnings----------

Simeon x MC

GN!MC

Romantic/Platonic

Mentions of MC having a bad day

Only a teensy tiny bit of angst at the very start

Mostly fluff<3

You loved it here. You loved the Devildom, you loved the demons, the angels, and even the human sorcerer. But sometimes things just got to be too much. Sometimes you needed a break, despite wanting to be the best. Being the best... It was something you had strived to be from the very minute you were born. 

You weren’t a neglected child--but you always needed the limelight. You longed to be in charge even when there was no need for a leader. Some people would say you were an attention seeker, and others... They would agree. And so did you.

All your life you had imagined people looking down on you, even though they weren’t. And when you were thrown into the Devildom against your will, surrounded by people who were above you in rank--hell, even above you on the food chain. You hated it.

You guessed that was why you were so nosy in the first place. So desperate to make something of yourself that you ended up actually succeeding. At least.. You wished it was that way. You had pacts with the 7 demon brothers, sure. But sometimes... It all just feels.. Useless.

Why would you go to all this trouble for people who have tried to kill you over and over... and over.... and over... You knew they loved you. They said it all the time, and you loved them back. But sometimes… you had

Doubts.

Today was a particularly bad day. You had felt fidgety and out of focus the whole morning, eventually opting to skip breakfast and head to RAD a couple hours before everyone woke up.

You wanted to walk over by yourself, but you knew the brothers would protest if they knew. That’s why you snuck out the window. And maybe it was a bad idea.. but you felt safer knowing that you had all the 7 demon brothers ready to save you if things got out of hand. No lesser demon, no matter how stupid, would mess with you.

You walked down the cobbled streets, the puddles from the nightly Devildom rain illuminated by the soft lamplight. Where you’d expect to hear crickets in the human realm, you could hear the squeaking of bats or the hissing of some kind of insect in the Devildom.It was unsettling when you first came, but you got used to it as time went on. 

The cool Devildom breeze carried fallen leaves across the ground and around your feet. The wind fondled your hair and calmed your nerves for the time being.

Why didn’t you do this more often?

As you approached the school you could hear the conversations of loitering demons hanging out with their friends before classes started. You stepped up to the door of RAD, noting the lesser demons shuffling to get out of your way.

This was a normal occurrence of course, but it kind of threw you for a loop now you were alone. You had always assumed they were getting away from whichever brother you were with, not you.

You swung the large rickety door open before being hit with the smell of dust and what you could only describe as “old building smell.” It was almost comforting.

Walking the mostly empty halls, you decided to camp out in the library. Maybe I can get extra work done, You thought as you turned your phone light on for some guidance. The most annoying, and yet endearing part of the Devildom is that they didn’t use lightbulbs for whatever reason.

You would have to conjure fire somehow to light one of the many candles, which you felt too drained to even attempt, let alone succeed in doing. Man, did you wish you had bought one of those lighters you saw when Mammon had taken you out shopping.

You had pointed them out because of the dollar pattern on them. They were perfect for him, but he didn’t smoke and knew enough magic to conjure a fire of his own even if he did, so you ultimately decided on not getting them.

Suddenly, you saw your DDD screen light up, almost blinding you in the dark room.

Has anyone seen MC? -🐍

You sighed in annoyance at Levi having discovered your disappearance. You supposed it was about time, seeing as they should all be up and ready to have breakfast in a few minutes..

No, are they not in their room? -🐱

Just looked. I’m on cooking duty today and went to wake them up for breakfast.  -🍔

“Awh, Beel..” You cooed at the sweet demon.

MC’s missing?! - 💄

Looks that way. -🐱

They aren’t in the attic either. -💤🐄

Wait, Belphie, what are you doing awake at this hour?! -💄

First of all, it’s 8:00, and second of all, how could I sleep with you guys spamming the chat like this? -💤🐄

I haven’t seen them either. Mammon’s practically hanging off of them at all times, have you asked him? -🍷

Oh good idea lolol. -🐍

Speaking of, where is Mammon? He’s been suspiciously quiet this whole time. -🐱

He’s probably asleep ROFL. -🐍

“What idiots… They’ll probably take a good several hours to find me..” You thought aloud. You yawned as your eyes started to feel heavy. It was warm in the library, and you had waken up at the break of dawn—well, it would be if the Devildom had a dawn. You felt yourself slowly fall asleep to the rhythmic buzzing of your silenced DDD. The vibrations on the table pulling you deeper into slumber……

“Hey, MC.” 

Your eyes flickered open, vision still blurred from sleep. The previously pitch black room now had a soft candlelight glow, which illuminated the soft smile of a certain Angel that had woken you.

“Simeon…?” You mumbled, recognizing the face.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “Everyone’s been looking for you.” He explained with a sweet voice, he spoke softly if you were fragile and could shatter with one wrong word.

“Oh…” You blinked your eyes tiredly, remembering the brothers’ conversation earlier. “Ugh…” You groaned in annoyance, “I don’t wanna go to class..” You pouted, earning a chuckle from Simeon.

“School is over for the day, darling.” He let himself smirk slightly at how your eyes widened at that. You looked away for a moment, seemingly in thought.

“Mm.. Simeon..?” You asked quietly, still too tired to really be considering what you’re saying.

“Yes, Angel?” He replied, waiting for you to continue.

“Can we go back to Purgatory Hall? And can we m-maybe… cuddle when we get there..?” You asked shyly, praying he wouldn’t decline.

His small smile seemingly doubled in size, “Aw, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You know you don’t have to ask. Come here.” He picked you up bridal style, chuckling slightly at how you squeaked as your cheeks flushed.

“I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up.” You giggled.

He smiled again, laughing along with you.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

[v3nusxsky]

Could I request a lady lesso X ever!reader. R is in their final year of school about to graduate (and is 18) they are the model student because of their extremely strict parents; head girl, perfect scores and always willing to help anyone in need. However their facade of perfection is slowly crumbling around them because of their massive crush on lady lesso who is the only one who sees through all of the perfectionist control freak bs r holds up as being them when in reality their a mess of anxiety and depression. Their work load, mental health and crush eventually become too much for r to handle and they end up having a breakdown in the middle of a school assembly about how to become the best version of yourself. They end up running out and lesso finds them contemplating ending things. R explains everything to lesso and how as an ever they should never have allowed themself to fall for lesso as they will no doubt be disowned by their family for being gay and in love with a never and how no matter what they've tried they can't stop the feelings they have. R being so worked up and without thinking ends up kissing lesso but lesso tells r to stop because she thinks she is the reason for rs suicidal thoughts which leads r to say they don't regret falling in love with her they only regret letting their family own them and couldn't handle not being with lesso. It ends with them happy together and lesso helping r figure out how to put less pressure on themself.

Forbidden Love

*Authors note ~ this one is gonna be a tough one. Yet I'd be lying if I said I didn't have amazing fun writing it. This happens to be one of my favourite tropes*

Trigger warning~ burning out, anxiety and depression hints of homophobia suicidal thoughts

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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You had quite the reputation in the school for good and evil. Your final year now, you had strings of awards and certificates to celebrate every achievement you had. You were head girl, a straight A student and always going above and beyond for anyone who needs it. The professors absolutely adore you, for years you'd managed to keep this facade up. The perfect child, student and the friend. Yet you held secrets, buried so deep within yourself, that's you almost didn't know they were there. Almost.

It was forbidden you knew that. A massive red warning sign screaming for you to avoid. Not only were you not supposed to be Sapphic but she was your teacher. Sapphic felt right for you, lesbian although accurate you didn't feel as comfortable with the label. The negative associations with it made you really hate yourself, yet sapphic didn't have those connections and it sounded softer and lighter. You didn't bother telling anyone, it was a secret you'd take to the grave with you, after all you couldn't come out. No your parents would lose it at you. And you'd lose that reputation you'd fought so hard to build. You would truly be a disappointment and that thought alone killed you.

You were emotional, you knew that, yet you didn't expect the school assembly to get you in such a state. All the feelings of fear, disgust, anxiety, and pure hate bubble within you. Your need to be in control and protect your reputation causing you to burn out and truthfully hate yourself. You didn't want to live a lie but you couldn't be yourself either, that was something you didn't want either. The assembly hit you hard, all about being who you are accepting yourself and others despite your differences. A constant reminder that you weren't perfect and you never would be. And that thought caused tears to force themselves free from the confines of your eyes, the air struggling to inflate your lungs as your body trembled. Your legs instantly started to carry you from the hall itself, unsure where you were going, you just continued to mindlessly run.

Your secret girlfriend noticed you left abruptly and left instantly after, hot on your heels. When she found you, you looked absolutely broken, you'd curled up, back to the wall sobbing and mumbling about how you can't do this anymore. Things needed to stop. To change. But you didn't want it. But you did. Your thoughts all jumbled and truly making no sense for the older women.

"Little one?" She murmured grabbing your attention and you instantly spilled everything. About how you shouldn't have fallen for the women, about how you needed to be perfection and nothing less. Knowing that as soon as this came out you'd be disowned and lose everything yet you couldn't fight your feelings for her. You didn't want to truly. But everything was so hard and confusing. Why couldn't you just be you, and love who you want to love? You couldn't do this anymore and you couldn't stop yourself, you lurched forward and pressed your lips to Lady Lesso. The kiss was sweet and hesitant and you'd be lying if you said the way she pulled back from you hurt. The rejection you felt worse than anything else you'd been previously feeling. You'd completely made a fool of yourself. Why would she want you?

"Little one, you can't, we can't, I can't be the reason you feel like this love. Don't get me wrong I want you. I truly do, I desire you more than anything else but I can't be the cause of this pain" you mumbled the hurt and confusion was soaking her words and your heart broke. "Leo, no! I don't regret loving you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I just wish I could do it openly. Freely. Where my parents didn't have so much control over me. I need you Leo. Please don't leave me. I love you and I'll never regret it."you whimpered holding her gaze, eyes pleading with her to hear your words and see the truth in them.

"Little one, I'm so so sorry my love. I'm here. We will take it slow darling. Start to slowly take things off that beautiful mind of yours okay? Work on making you feel content in your own skin. I'll be here all the way okay?" She murmured and you nodded throwing yourself into her arms mumbling thanks and reassurance of your love for her. She held you until you had calmed yourself down before guiding your lips to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Claiming you as hers. And you kissed back instantly, loving just how right it felt. Maybe you'd lose your family but you'd be free and with your Leo and that would be worth it all

Word count ~1138

[birgittesilverbae]

"Pass me the bag."

Shannon darts another glance around the half-wall barricading them from their pursuers before tugging Bea's backpack from her shoulder and pushing it across to Mary. 

Mary gathers it up, winces at the bullethole piercing the fabric. "Sorry, kid," she mutters under her breath. She unzips the main pocket and peers inside, squints in the low light as she digs through the carefully organised contents and comes up empty. "Fuck, did she finish that disposable camera already?"

"She keeps it in the side pocket," Shannon replies, leaning her head back against the wall and taking a shallow breath. "Mary, they're closing in."

"Just give me a sec– Got it." She zips the bag back up and passes it back to Shannon, cradles the disposable camera in her hands. She winds the film forward, turns on the flash. "Just the two of them, yeah?"

Shannon hazards another glance, hums in confirmation. "At twelve and one."

"Okay. This should buy us enough time to double back towards the van, but if they get a shot off… Well, I–"

Shannon reaches over, squeezes Mary's forearm. "I know," she murmurs, rolling up into a crouch. "Me, too." She flicks the lighter she's scrounged up from one of her cargo pockets and shoves it out past the end of the low wall, receives a pair of gunshots in response. "One left chambered for each, but they're not likely going to take any more bait. It's now or never. You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Mary confirms. She waits for the tell-tale crunch of gravel beneath boots, uses the sound to orient herself in space. "On three," she whispers, then raises the camera up above the half-wall, finger on the shutter release. She screws her eyes shut and waits for one beat. Another. She presses down. The flash goes off.

Shannon grabs Mary's wrist and tugs her to her feet and they take off at a dead sprint, their pursuers left momentarily blinded in their wake. "Remind me–" Mary huffs, fingers clutched tight around the camera, "to ziptie– her next bag– to her back."

They burst out into the street and pull up hard, schooling themselves back to an easy gait. Mary pulls her hood down, frees her braids from the neck of her jacket, and Shannon shoves the backpack into her hand before loosening her own hair from her casual braid, raking a hand through it so it falls loose around her shoulders. "I'd think just asking her to be more aware of where she puts her belongings down might be a more appropriate response," Shannon replies brightly. She bumps her hand against Mary's repeatedly, lowers her voice to hiss "Hold my hand or you're going to blow our cover."

"Yeah, that's what's gonna blow our cover," Mary snipes back, "not that we're carrying around a child's backpack riddled with bullet holes." But she reaches out and laces their fingers together all the same. No reason not to take every available precaution, after all.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE → WHAT A GIRL WANTS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.5k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

previous chapter ← → next chapter

A set of hands wound their way around Seven’s torso, peeling her off the floor. She tried to hang on, slick fingers gripping painted skin with all the strength and fight left in her. Her short fingernails dug into the bent arms desperately trying to stay there. 

The person behind her was just as desperate, though, for vastly different reasons. They hauled the little girl up with a grunt while trying to avoid her kicks and tired punches aimed at no one but the air.  

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” they kept repeating. The words did nothing to soothe the little girl, but they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything more.  

“Ivy! Ivy please!” Seven screamed into the quiet hall. The alarms had subsided; the dust had settled. All that was left was the overwhelming stench of metal and the harrowing sobs that echoed up and down each hall Seven was carried.  

The person never stopped. They turned corners and kept their gaze straight forward, not daring to look at the ground or the walls. 

“Ivy!” Seven screamed so loud her throat felt set aflame. “Wake up! Wake up!” 

But she never did. 

Hauling the last bucket of raw meat from the trunk of his car, Steve let out a sigh while Sunshine took inventory of the supplies in Dustin’s backpack. He mainly had packed snacks, which she supposed was important too.  

“I hope we’re right about this,” Steve said. He stood surrounded by all of their odd monster hunting gear and supplies that consisted of stolen meat, a couple of canisters of gasoline, a bear trap, rubber gloves, and a lighter. 

Dustin stood with his hands on his hips and shook his head. “I can’t believe we just robbed a grocery store.” 

“Okay, robbed is a little dramatic.” Steve rolled his eyes, even though that was exactly what they did. It was surprisingly easy to steal two buckets of raw meat from the deli department early that morning. No one saw them, somehow. They managed to walk right in and right out with a hiccup. 

“We didn’t pay for it. That’s robbery,” said Dustin. 

“Oh, did you want to explain to the butcher exactly why we needed all of this shit? I’m sure she would have been totally cool about it and not at all suspicious.” 

For two people who had never really interacted before last night, Steve and Dustin pointlessly argued almost as badly as the rest of the party.   

Sunshine smiled softly, somewhat amused by the boys’ bickering before she said, “It’s all right, Dustin. We weren’t caught and everything worked out. No one will know.” 

Even if they had been caught, the law enforcement in Hawkins was mostly on their side thanks to Hopper. Though, no one had been able to get ahold of the man in a day or two, which Sunshine was beginning to think wasn’t a complete coincidence. If there was a Demogorgon on the loose, it was possible Hopper knew about it too.  

With a light scoff, Dustin stopped fiddling with his walkie-talkie. “I’m not worried, Sunshine, not about my reputation. I was a fugitive last year, remember? I know what it’s like to be on the other side of the law.” Sunshine grimaced and Steve rolled his eyes once more.  

“I’m worried about him.” Dustin pointed a finger at Steve. 

The utterly offended look that crossed Steve’s face only caused Sunshine to smile more and bite back a laugh. 

“Listen up, smartass, we weren’t caught so it doesn’t matter. Besides, what makes you think I haven’t done something like this before, hm?” Steve was rather defensive, trying to combat the judgmental gaze of a twelve-year-old boy.  

“Yeah? What, you’ve stolen some cigarettes from your mom’s purse?” Dustin retorted. 

Steve scoffed, “Seriously?” 

A small, smug smile tugged at the corners of Dustin’s lips as he nodded. If they weren’t about to trek into the woods in search of a monster, Sunshine was sure they’d continue to bicker until one of them broke, but they refrained for the sake of their mission. 

All of their supplies were out of the car and packed away into their bags, which they then slung over their shoulders as they prepared to venture toward the old junkyard.

While Sunshine had been there before with Hopper last year, she wasn’t exactly sure where they were going. Luckily, Dustin and the boys used to use the junkyard as their hideout. He knew exactly where they were going. 

Before they set off, Dustin’s radio went off with a familiar voice. 

“Dustin! This is Lucas. Do you copy?” 

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” said Dustin. He went on to, very briefly, explain their current situation involving the fact that Dart was possibly a baby Demogorgon and that Dustin had spotted him in the woods, bigger than he had been at school. He conveniently left out the fact that he had hidden the little monster after he found him at the middle school and took him back home, only for him to escape and feat on his pet cat.  

While Dustin talked to Lucas and told him to meet them at the junkyard a little later in the day, Sunshine found her gaze pulling away from the supplies that littered the ground, and onto Steve.  

She watched as he tugged on a pair of obviously bright yellow gloves before he picked up the bucket of meat from the store. His nose scrunched up at the smell and he shook his head lightly, but just enough to cause a couple pieces of hair to fall against his forehead. 

Steve must’ve felt her gaze because he met her eye with a raise of his eyebrows. She looked away, suddenly fascinated by the dying grass under her feet. 

“Over and out,” Dustin bid Lucas goodbye, with plans for him to meet the group later. They did one last check to make sure they had all of their monster hunting supplies, then took off into the woods, setting their plan in motion.

Dead leaves clung to twisted branches over their heads and covered the ground. A breeze caused the trees to howl, but there was an eerie quietness that floated through the woods.  

Sunshine pulled her jacket tighter around her and followed Dustin’s lead toward a set of abandoned train tracks that, according to him, would lead them most of the way to the junkyard. The tracks were mostly covered in weeds and the wooden railway ties were almost completely rotted.  

For a while, the group walked in comfortable silence. Dustin and Steve took turns leaving a trail of raw meat behind them, hopefully urging the monster to follow it right into the trap they planned to set once they reached the junkyard. 

Sunshine used most of her focus to not think about what lurked in the woods around them. Since she had been back home, after their first encounter with the Demogorgon, she stayed far away from the woods. It was a place where monsters potentially lurked and children vanished and, even though up until a day ago she was fairly sure they were in the clear of monsters and bad men, Sunshine wanted nothing to do with the woods.  

Yet, there she was, venturing through it looking once more for a monster. She had to remind herself that she was not alone, though. Having Steve and Dustin at her side put her more at ease. 

“Why did you even have this thing in the first place?” Steve asked, breaking the silence with his question aimed at the younger boy. 

Dustin let out a sigh into the crisp air. “I told you; I thought I discovered a new species. I thought I’d show it to my science teacher, and he’d call someone to get it named after me or something.” There was a short pause. Dustin tilted his head down as he kicked some leaves off of his path. “And I…I kind of wanted to show it off to this new girl at school.” 

That part of the story was new to Sunshine. 

Dustin’s cheeks were tinted pink, and she knew it wasn’t just because of the cool breeze. 

“So, let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress some girl who you just met?” Steve said. 

Dustin rolled his eyes. “That’s grossly oversimplifying things.” 

“Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve asked. 

“Uh, because it’s awesome.” Dustin nudged Sunshine’s side and said, “Right?” 

She hesitated, caught in the hopeful twinkle in Dustin’s eyes. “Not exactly,” Sunshine said, softly. 

“See.” Steve shook his head. “Girls aren’t into that stuff, man. Even if this new girl thought the slug was cool, which she didn’t, I feel like you’re trying too hard.”  

A groan sounded from the younger boy. “Not all of us have your cool hair or fancy car, all right?” 

“It’s not about the hair or the car,” said Steve. “The key with girls is to act like you don’t care.” 

There was a lot that Sunshine was learning, especially when it came to things such as relationships, but what Steve said sounded wrong. Wasn’t the point of being with someone because they cared?  

“Isn’t that kind of mean?” she asked. 

“No, it drives girls nuts. Trust me.” 

Sunshine doubted that, but she felt like she wasn’t in a position to offer any advice to Dustin or disprove Steve’s advice. He was the one with a girlfriend, and that girlfriend was Nancy Wheeler of all people. Maybe he did know what he was talking about. 

“Then what do you do?” asked Dustin, his interest peeked.  

“Then you just wait until you feel it. ” 

Dustin furrowed his brows. “Feel what?” 

As Steve searched for the right words, he looked upwards at the sky, halfway hidden behind branches that only let some light in. Sunshine wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he found it and continued. 

“It’s like before it’s going to storm. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. It’s like this electricity.” 

Slowly, Dustin nodded, trying to understand. “Right. Like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-” 

“No, no, no.” Steve stopped him. “No electromagnetic fields. It’s more like a sexual electricity.” Dustin scrunched up his nose. “When you feel that, then you make your move.”  

“So…that’s when you kiss her?” 

A laugh fell from Steve's lips, quick and surprised. Sunshine only widened her eyes but kept quiet.  

Kissing, crushes, impressing crushes with monster slugs, none of those things were her area of expertise. She had watched romance unfold in the movies her mother picked out, and Sunshine was in awe of the idea. The grand gestures, the quiet confessions, the kissing in the rain, seemed too good to happen to people in real life. Real life was clumsy and odd, or at least Sunshine’s was. She was too new to “real life” and trying to understand the ins and outs of romance didn’t seem like something she needed to add to her list. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t hang onto the idea for another time when she didn’t feel so much like a fish out of water.  

“Slow down Romeo,” Steve said. “Sure, some girls want you to be all hot and heavy like, I don’t know, a lion or something. But with other girls, you gotta be slow and stealthy like a ninja.” 

“What type of girl is Nancy?” asked Dustin. 

Nancy was the only girl her age that Sunshine knew well. She was smart and tough, pretty and soft-spoken. Sunshine had this assumption that most teenage girls were like that, a force to be reckoned with in pretty dresses.  

But, according to Steve, Sunshine was wrong about that too. 

“Nancy’s different. She’s not like other girls.” 

Shifting his attention, Dustin looked at Sunshine curiously. “What about you? What type of girl are you?” 

Sunshine had no clue. 

Before the year prior, Sunshine hardly felt like a person at all. She never had the time to ponder trivial yet monumental things in pre-teens and teenagers' lives like getting someone to like you.  

Ivy had though; Ivy was in love once, and Sunshine watched it play out from beginning to end.  

Ivy loved Three, even with all the anger that stirred around inside of her. Of course, it was a young, naive type of love that happened under the roof of Hawkins National Laboratory, but she never felt anything small. When Ivy hated, she could kill with a single stare and a twitch of her fingers. And when she loved, it was all-consuming.  

That kind of love almost seemed unbearable. To Sunshine, it seemed like a curse to love someone so much that when they died, a part of you did too. Or maybe that was simply what love was. It just sounded more painful than anything.  

When Three died, Sunshine watched Ivy crumble in a way she never thought someone so powerful could. 

The memories made her stomach ache. 

“I don’t know,” Sunshine said, truthfully. “I guess I don’t really get it, the whole relationship thing, yet.” 

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” sighed Steve, his lips pulled in a bitter frown. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” 

Glancing down at her hands, a sinking feeling knotted inside her gut. It was hard to imagine someone loving her the same way that Ivy and Three loved each other. They understood each other because they came from the same set of unfortunate circumstances. There was no need to explain their abilities or discuss nightmares from the Lab because they were actively living them together.  

Sunshine knew that wouldn’t be the case for her. If she wanted someone to love her, she’d have to spill all of her secrets. But she couldn’t even bring herself to tell her parents, let alone someone that had little obligation to believe her, trust her, or stick around. 

It was terrifying, she quickly realized at that moment, that her past and her abilities could make her impossible to love. 

“The girl I like is special too. There’s just something about her…” Dustin trailed off, a lightness to his voice and a blush stuck on his cheeks. 

“Whoa, hey.” Steve stopped walking, halting both Dustin and Sunshine. He turned to face Dustin fully, gazing down at the boy with a seriousness he wasn’t holding before. “You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” 

Dustin sputtered out, “Uh, n-no. No.” 

“Good. Don’t,” Steve said. “She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.” His mood fell even further, and both Sunshine and Dustin noticed. The latter slumped his shoulders and frowned, his mind drifting elsewhere as they continued on their journey. 

Maybe Steve was right, maybe love was too messy and complicated to be worth it. Maybe it was only meant for certain people, like Sunshine’s parents or Ivy and Three. 

A stronger gust of wind blew across their path, causing more leaves to shower down from their branches and dance across the dying grass. 

Sunshine dragged her mud-stained shoes along the overgrown railroad track and listened to the wind whistle, wondering how a place like the woods could still feel the slightest bit peaceful even though a monster potentially lingered within it. 

“Hey, Sunshine?” Dustin started. “Who’s Ivy?”  

His question caught her off guard and struck her right in the chest, nearly knocking the wind out of her. 

“What?” 

“Ivy,” Dustin repeated. “You talk in your sleep. Last night you said that name a couple of times.” 

The dream she had last night came back to her in broken pieces.

Usually, when she slept, she was swarmed with memories of the Lab, but she had hoped that for one night - while Steve and Dustin crashed on her bedroom floor - the nightmares would leave her alone. 

Hearing Ivy’s name said aloud by someone who wasn’t a child of Hawkins Lab was strange, and it struck a chord within Sunshine’s heart. So many of her memories, good and terrible, were broken up into more palatable pieces inside her brain. But nearly everything about Ivy was too clear in her memories. 

The way Ivy’s jet-black hair was allowed to grow out long enough to curl at the ends and hide the scars that littered the top of her head. How the girl’s lips were almost permanently pulled into a frown, except on the rare occasions when she sat beside Three or lay in Sunshine’s bed to tell her a story before they fell asleep. Ivy’s eyes held a sad kind of rage inside of them, unlike anything Sunshine had ever seen in anyone else. 

Everything about Ivy was stuck and forever stained in her mind as if the girl still stood in front of her. 

“Oh,” she breathed out. “Ivy was like El and me." 

Sunshine’s throat felt tight as she forced the words out. She could still feel someone grabbing her off the floor, their fingers digging into her as she tried to claw her way back to Ivy.  

“You mean, from the Lab?” Dustin asked as his curiosity grew. Sunshine nodded in response. “Cool! What superpowers did she have?” 

Sunshine tried to refocus on just Ivy; she tried to imagine the girl’s cold hand in her own, but the more she dwelled on their past, the safety Ivy brought her started to break apart even more. Instead of the rare smile on Ivy’s lips or the promises she whispered to Sunshine under the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceiling, Sunshine’s mind was filled with violent images of blood smeared down the girl’s face the last time Sunshine saw her. The feeling of someone dragging them apart and the blare of sires made her skin crawl. It was enough to stop her in her tracks.  

Fingers grazed her arm, causing her to flinch away and rejoin the two boys in the woods rather than swimming in the memories. In front of her, Steve’s face was pinched with concern.  

“Are you alright?” he asked. 

Sunshine took a breath and nodded, reminding herself she wasn’t back in that place. She was fine and she was safe. “Yeah.” 

It was a lot. The memories, the dreams, and the fact that the children of Hawkins Laboratory only existed in her head was a lot for one person to handle.  

To those who worked at the Lab, the children were nothing but experiments, but Sunshine knew them for who they really were. They were just kids, lost together and locked up. She knew them. She knew the wishes they made on the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceilings and their favorite toys in the Rainbow room. She knew how their bruised faces looked with a rare smile on them.  

Sunshine wanted others to know about them too; she wanted them to exist as more than ghosts that haunted her brain. But she could hardly find it in herself to utter their name aloud, let alone tell their stories. 

“So,” Dustin began. “There were others besides you and El?” 

“Yes,” Sunshine sighed. “Ivy was the oldest. She watched over us.” 

She didn’t know why it each word hurt as it escaped her mouth. It was like she was trying to wade through quicksand but with each word she threatened to sink faster.  

“What-” Dustin started to ask another question, but Steve shot him a pointed look that caused the kid to stop himself. For a moment, Dustin studied the look on Sunshine’s face, which she tried to warp into a look that told them she was fine. But Dustin was smart, and he set aside his line of questioning for another time.  

Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded his head in the direction they were heading in before Sunshine halted their journey. “We’re almost there. It’s right up there."

As he started to walk, putting some distance between himself and the two teens, Steve lingered at Sunshine’s side, sparing glances that burned into the side of her face until he asked, “Are you sure you're okay?” 

“Yeah,” she repeated, though not very convincingly. They had bigger issues at the moment, ones that include a potential monster on the loose.  

Yet, it was clear that Steve didn’t believe her answer. 

“I want to talk about them,” she confessed. “I don’t want to be the only person who remembers them. But it…it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.”  

Steve nodded, doing his best to understand her nearly impossible situation. “Well,” he said, gently bumping his arm against hers. “When it’s not so hard to talk about it, I’ll be here to listen. And I think the kid will be too.” 

It was a simple gesture, but one that meant more to Sunshine than she was sure Steve understood.  

A small smile graced her lips as they continued to walk toward the junkyard, laying a trail for Dart to hopefully follow so they could get rid of the thing that did not belong in Hawkins, the thing that did not belong in their world. 

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[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 31

“Have either of you seen my phone?” Taeyoung asked. “I’d check my other pocket but my arm is asleep for some reason.”

“Your arm’s not the only thing that’s asleep.” T smirked at him.

“What does that even—” Taeyoung paused when he noticed Olivia was fast asleep on his shoulder. “Awwww, how precious.”

“It’s not that precious.” Z crossed his arms. “I guarantee she’s not even really sleeping.”

“Oh, quit being such a jerk to her all the time. She’s probably tired from that dance party we had.” Taeyoung nudged him with his free arm. “Besides, I bet you’re just jealous since she found someone else’s shoulder to sleep on.” He grinned mischievously.

“I AM NOT—” Z hesitated. “Okay, I’m a little jealous, but that’s not the point!”

“I think it’s cute how you two are like buddies.” T smiled at them. “I mean, you’re a lot cuter when you’re not plotting against us, but still. I just wanna pinch your guys’ cheeks all the time.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” Taeyoung said with a bit of pride. “It is nice to have someone looking up to me for a change. I think I’m starting to understand why you stuck around me all the time even though my parents weren’t paying you to look out for me.” He smiled at Olivia as she slept. “It’s special having a small, feral creature cling to you. You kinda just wanna prot—” He froze, eyes wide. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh?” Z started to panic. “What’s uh oh? Why are you saying that?”

“No, no, no.” Taeyoung shook his head. “This isn’t happening. I can’t go down like this.”

T started laughing. “Oh, I get it now.” He smirked. “You’re getting a taste of your own adorable medicine, aren’t you? You can’t move her off of you and you can’t bear to wake her up.”

“I can, too!” Taeyoung retorted with a slight blush. “Pssst, Livvy. Livvy.” He whispered.

“Oh please, like that’ll do anything.” Z rolled his eyes as T snickered.

“Shut up!” Taeyoung kicked his feet like a child. “You know what? I’ll just form a mold on this couch. I won’t move or sneeze or breathe until she wakes—” He paused when Olivia turned a bit and draped her arm across his abdomen. “Okay, that’s enough. Hey, Squirt, get up.”

“Oh wow.” T chuckled. “He’s better than I am.”

Olivia sat up and blinked a few times. “Taeyoung?” She squinted. “What happened?”

“You fell asleep on me. No biggie.” Taeyoung said with his oh-so charming smile. “You should probably go to bed though. You seem pretty tired.”

“Oh how embarrassing.” Olivia rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t drool on you, did I?”

Taeyoung’s expression faltered. “You drool in your sleep?”

“Huh. Guess it runs in the family.” T eyed his boyfriend.

Z pouted. “I thought you said it was cute.”

“Yeah, that was before I woke up on your pillow.” T shuddered.

“Ugh, I think I slept too hard.” Olivia pushed her messy curls out of her face. “I can’t even move.”

“Awwww, do you wanna be carried to bed?” Z said teasingly. “It’d be just like when you were five.”

“Ew, no.” Olivia said in disgust. “But I could use a little help getting up.” She batted her eyes at Taeyoung.

“Oh yeah sure.” Taeyoung got up and offered a hand to her. He pulled her up with ease. “Dag, you’re even lighter than I am.”

“That tends to happen with children.” T said half sarcastically.

“I know that.” Taeyoung rolled his eyes. “I’m just surprised how easy that was.”

“Well maybe you’re just strong.” Olivia looked up at him with a sweet but tired smile.

“I wouldn’t know.” Taeyoung shrugged. “I like to use my charms to make people do things for me so I literally have no idea what I’m physically capable of.”

“Wow, that must be super easy for…” Olivia’s eyes shut and fell forward into his arms.

“Oh my god, she actually fell asleep standing up.” Z marveled at the sight.

“Yeah, she did. Now get rid of her.” Taeyoung practically tossed her into Z’s arms. “You’re her brother, it’s your job.”

“Oh, but she fell asleep on you.” T pestered him. “It seems like a good time to show off just how strong you really are.”

“I prefer to measure strength in charm.” Taeyoung grinned. He sat in T’s lap. “Like if I sat here long enough and cuddled you, I probably wouldn’t even have to ask for a piggyback ride to bed.”

“Well, no you wouldn’t, considering this is a pullout couch and all. But go off I guess…”