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cloudywithachanceofanime · 4 years ago

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Brothers React To MC Grabbing Their Butt: Luci, Mammon, Levi

I’ve had to write this 2 times now. If Tumblr deletes this post, I will be fighting someone.

TW: Drunk character, use of phrase KMS

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Lucifer

You just left your room to go down to the kitchen for some quick snack when you bumped into Lucifer. He gave you a nod which you return with a simple wave.

You were about to continue walking when a something white on the back of Lucifer’s coat. You glanced at it and saw it was a sheet of paper. “Lucifer has a flat ass -Mammon”.

That was not Mammon’s handwriting. You recognized it as Levi’s since he always left notes in the manga you borrowed. He must be trying to get revenge on him.

But, will you let your first man get hung up. He did buy you your favorite treat yesterday, even if he denied it.

Turning around, you tiptoed behind Lucifer while you gained distanced on him. Your hand reached out towards the paper.

“MC, why are you-”

Why was a slice of Lucifer’s cake in your hand? You froze up as you realized the situation you were in.

You just groped one of the strongest demons in hell. Dear Diavolo, please make sure my funeral is fun.

“MC?” You didn’t have the strength in you to look into Lucifer’s face. You weren’t ready to face death. No matter how thick he was.

“MC.” You knew that tone. He was getting angry. You should really let of his cheek, but you so overcome with fear that you can’t move.

A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for you to have you back against the wall with Lucifer’s arm trapping you. Heat seems to be radiating off of him in thick rolls.

“MC, look at me,” he growled out. Your eyes briefly flickered up before dropping down once you saw that fire in his eye.

A gloved hand traveled from the base of your neck up to your chin where it gripped it tightly before tilting your head up. You were met with the sight of Lucifer’s smirking with his red eyes slanted in mischievous.

“Looks like someone’s being disobedient. I want you in my room by the time I return to it. You better be ready to be punish.”

With that, he let go of your chin and walked away. The sign balled in your fist seem to go unnoticed by him.

“Got in trouble for this dang lie,” you growled out, throwing the paper in the wastebin. Even if you tried to act disgruntled about what happen, the butterflies in your stomach on what was about to happen told a completely different story.

Mammon

It was a complete accident. Mammon was out most of the night drinking and stumbled into your room about 3 am asking you to hide him.

You got out of bed and helped him sit down on it. His clothes were strewed haphazardly on him. Guess someone had a good time.

“MC, MC, MC, MC,” he whined while kicking his feet around. He was making so much noise that it would be so easy for Lucifer to know he was here.

“What?” You asked in a quiet voice. He stopped calling your name and instead held his arms out and made grabby motions towards you.

“You haven’t talked to me in foreverrrrrrrrr.” You literally talked to him at school. He’s the one who’s been gone most of the night.

You made your way over to stare at him. His brown skin had a heavier red tint underneath it with his bluish yellow eyes glazed over. He really got wasted tonight.

Mammon lean up a little and wrapped his arms around you. Yanking you down the bed next to him, he cuddled into you. “Wvndoisnvf”

“What?” you asked, leaning away from him. He made a low groan in the base of his throat before pulling you down into him.

“Warm. You’re warm... but I’m hot... too much clothes,” he slurred. You navigated your head so you could get a view of him. He was staring at the wall behind.Then like a light bulb going off, his eyes widen. “I can- I can teleport to my room. And change... Be right back.”

He unwrapped his arms from around you and started rolling off the bed. The dumb idiot.

Shooting up, you grabbed whatever you could get your hands on. Which was his upper back.... and an entire handful of his butt.

“Mammon, you can’t teleport,” you growled out. You pulled at him to try to get him to get more into the bed. He was literally on the edge of the bed, tilting. If he fell on the floor, it would definitely make enough noise to wake up Lucifer.

“Mmm, harder,” he grumbled. Remember, MC, he’s drunk He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“Mammon, if you don’t get in the bed, I won’t cuddle you,” you threaten. He let out a small whine, but he scooted into the bed. Relief filled you as you released your grip on him. Now, you can go to sleep.

Mammon’s arms found their way around you and pulled you down again. You didn’t fight against him or the warmth he provided.

“Wait,” he mumbled. His hand wrapped around yours and pulled at it. You allowed him to move it lower. He placed it on top of his butt and released your hand.

You were too tired to question him. So you fell asleep with one arm wrapped around him and the other on top of his butt.

Leviathan

“Hey, Levi, I was wondering if I could-”

Your words died in your throat as you stared at the scene in front of you. You knew you should’ve knocked, but you didn’t think it was a big deal. Boy were you wrong.

In the middle of his room, in a pink and white maid costume was Levi. His hands were froze in the midst of pulling up some tight pink stockings.

“I can- um- Are you busy?”You didn’t know where to look at him. You tried to look at his face, but the pink eyeliner was causing you to stare. His neck was a no go with the bell choker on it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You jumped at the ear piercing screaming coming out of him. His face was the deepest shade of red you have ever seen it get.

“Levi?” a voice downstairs called out. Followed by the sound of footsteps.

“Sorry, scared him. Everything’s fine,” you yelled out. Yet the footsteps kept coming. In a fit of panic, you entered the room and shut the door. You were quick to lock the door behind you.

“OMG OMG OMG OMG KMS KMS I’m such a disgusting otaku,” he cried sinking to the floor. His hands covered his face as he started crying.

“No, Levi, sweetie. You look amazing,” You comforted walking over. He let out a small sniffle, but seem to be slowing on crying. “Is that the limited edition Ruri- chan maid outfit you were telling me about last time?”

His head lifted up with a giant smile on his face. His nose was a little red from crying, but it blended in with the blush on his cheeks.

“You- you remembered,” he croaked out while wiping the tears. He pulled his legs together and rested his chin on it, allowing you to see his entire beautiful face. “I got it in the mail today. And I was just going to put it on the mannequin and take some pictures. But-”

He trailed off for a little as the blush returned again. He let out a groan. His head dropped in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. You probably think I’m some gross otaku who like to dress up in maid costumes all the time.”

“I mean, you look hot while doing it, so I don’t see a problem with it,” you admitted, glancing at his figure. He was a little muscular, but his shape seem to accentuate the outfit in the best ways.

“Hey, is everything okay in there?” Lucifer’s voice rang through the door. You glanced at Levi to see his face still red and his pink gloved hand gripping the sides of the costume.

“I locked the door. Don’t worry, he can’t come in,” you whispered. Trying to comfort him some more, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. MC scared me while.. I was playing a game. Sorry for screaming,” Levi mustered out. Lucifer let out a long sigh before his footsteps disappeared.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Levi visabily relaxed too.

“Sorry for bargaining in. I was trying to asking to borrow a new manga,” you explained. Levi let out a cough as he stood up. Your head lifted up as he grew in height.

“Sorry for showing you this gross side to me,” he grumbled, pulling the bottom of the skirt down. Guess it wasn’t made wit hhis long legs in mind. It showed so much legs. Not that you were complaining.

“You’re just cosplaying, nothing wrong with it. Plus as I mentioned earlier, you look hot af in the maid outfit. I mean damn,” you growled the last word. A dark red blush exploded over his face as a low whimper slipped out of him.

“Well, if you like it. Would you mind-um- roleplaying a little.”

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms his waist. You looked up at him with a innocent smile, but in each hand was a butt cheek. “Serve your master, Levi.”

I apologize for stopping here, but Tumblr just didn’t seem to like this curse post and I’m so tired that I can’t force myself to write the other brothers only to delete it again. I do plan on doing the other 4 brothers.

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thisdancingheart · 4 years ago

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Remember YFIP?

My Year of Grief and Cancellation

What was I trying to accomplish with my anonymous Tumblr?

By Liat Kaplan Feb. 25, 2021, 5:00 a.m. ET https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/25/style/your-fave-is-problematic-tumblr.html

If you were on Tumblr in the early 2010s, you may remember a blog called Your Fave Is Problematic. If not, its content should still sound familiar to you. The posts contained long lists of celebrities’ regrettable (racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ethnophobic, ableist and so on) statements and actions — the stuff that gets people canceled these days.

That blog was my blog. I spent hours researching each post; as you can probably imagine, my search history was pretty ugly.

Your Fave Is Problematic had around 50,000 followers at its peak, in 2014, when I was a high school senior, but its influence was outsized. I got in a feud with a prominent young adult fiction author over his inclusion. One actor submitted himself, perhaps as a dare (or a plea) to dig up his worst. “Problematic fave” became a well-worn meme; even after I stopped posting, my blog was cited in books, articles, podcasts and think pieces. Through it all, my identity stayed private.

The blog started, as so many anonymous online projects do, as vengeful public shaming masquerading as social criticism. I was fine-tuning my moral compass and coming into my own as a feminist. So when I noticed classmates making sexist jokes on Facebook, including some about me, I started taking screenshots to post on a Tumblr called Calling Out Sexists. My policy was that I would take down a post only if its author publicly apologized.

A group of students brought the blog to the attention of our school’s administrators, who threatened to take legal action if I continued to write about them. Meanwhile, other Tumblr users had begun submitting screenshots featuring statements from minor celebrities. With graduation hanging in the balance, I shifted my focus away from my peers and toward public figures. I rebranded. Money and fame had protected them since time immemorial. What harm could my little blog do?

So I posted photos of Lady Gaga in V magazine with her skin bronzed to an unnatural brown. I pulled out troubling quotes from an essay Lena Dunham had written about a trip to Japan. I noted Taylor Swift’s since-changed homophobic lyric in “Picture to Burn.” My most popular posts tended to be about women — which makes sense, because the celebrity press tends to be more critical of them.

As it turned out, I had bigger things to worry about than dissecting the careers of celebrities I’d never met. On a winter morning, I woke up to the news that my older sister, Tamar, who was studying in Bolivia, had been in a bus crash, and the outlook was not good. I pored over research to escape from what felt like an impossible situation: my sister slowly dying of treatable injuries in a rural area thousands of miles away.

We held a public memorial service for Tamar in our hometown. Some of my classmates showed up, including a few who had written nasty things about me online. I found their shows of kindness insulting now, during what was quickly becoming the worst year of my life.

I tried going back to school after a few weeks, but I found myself picking frequent arguments with classmates and teachers. The school made an arrangement with my parents: I would be placed on “medical leave” for the remainder of the semester. I would graduate on time, but I wouldn’t return to campus.

Stuck at home, I devoted myself to Tumblr. What was I trying to accomplish? Mostly, I was interested in knocking people off their pedestals. I also enjoyed being popular, controversial, discussed. When a comedian I had posted about name-checked my blog on Twitter, I was giddy.

Then I started receiving threats. Someone sent me a screenshot of a house from Google Maps, claiming to have found my IP address. It wasn’t my house, but still. I realized that for every person on Tumblr who looked up to my blog, there were many more, online and offline, who hated it — and me. I started posting less and, eventually, stopped posting at all.

In the years since, I’ve looked back on my blog with shame and regret — about my pettiness, my motivating rage, my hard-and-fast assumptions that people were either good or bad. Who was I to lump together known misogynists with people who got tattoos in languages they didn’t speak? I just wanted to see someone face consequences; no one who’d hurt me ever had.

There’s something almost quaint about it all now: teenage me, teaching myself about social justice on Tumblr while also posturing as an authority on that very subject, thinking I was making a difference while engaging in a bit of schadenfreude. Meanwhile, other movements — local, global, unified in their purposes and rooted in progressive philosophies — were organizing for actual justice. Looking back, I was more of a cop than a social justice warrior, as people on Tumblr had come to think of me.

These days, there’s no shortage of online accountability efforts, the large part of them anonymously run. Some accounts post typically anodyne but occasionally explosive celebrity gossip. Others are explicitly aimed at naming, shaming and punishing people for all kinds of actions and missteps. My own work fell somewhere in the middle, I think; the information I posted was out in the open, but I was cataloging it to make a case against the veneration of the rich and famous.

As many have noted, the coronavirus pandemic has pronounced the distance between celebrities and the rest of us. And their actions have been subject to greater scrutiny — the vacations they’ve gone on, the parties they’ve held, the access they’ve had to testing and care during a health crisis that has taken millions of lives.

But celebrity culture began to crumble long before Covid-19. Mounting accusations of many kinds, whispered between industry professionals, had become too loud to ignore. Social media, which gave celebrities more control over their images and influence over their fans, also opened them up to new kinds of criticism. People have lost jobs and entire careers because of the kinds of errors my blog cited. Others have apologized for work and behavior that, re-examined in a contemporary context, just doesn’t hold up.

For years, I’ve regretted the spotlight I put on other people’s mistakes, as if one day I wouldn’t make plenty of my own. There can be an unsparing purity to growing into one’s social conscience that is often overbroad.

My brain wasn’t ready for nuance. I was angered by hypocrisy and cruelty; what I did about it was apply a level of scrutiny that left no room for error. I’m not saying that I should be canceled for my teenage blog. (Please don't!) I just know what we all should know by now: that no one who has lived publicly, online or off, has a spotless record.

For these reasons, I’ve thought about deleting my Tumblr. But doing that would mean erasing my own errors of judgment. I almost feel like I need to leave it up to punish myself for having made it in the first place. That, and I know someone could (and probably would) just pull it up on Wayback Machine. The internet, after all, never forgets.

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#YFIP #fuck her and her lack of real remorse #25Feb2021 #NYT

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origami10 · 4 years ago

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Ajin ch 86 thoughts

Okay, it’s been a little bit! Thoughts and spoilers under the cut! (Warning, this is very long)

Writing this in a word doc because a) I don’t want to risk going on tumblr and b) I don’t want to risk the post getting deleted in the middle [note from the end: this ended up being four pages long in a Word document, so I’m sorry]

Ahhhh, last time buying the digital magazine >< Until... if... Sakurai starts publishing something new...

It seems kind of unfair not to have Ajin be the cover feature if it’s ending DX I guess they’re just starting with a new series, though. Is that how that works? (It has a main character with white hair so I might be interested...) It’s at the beginning of the mag.

Okay, yeah, pages 111-175. Aggghhhh I’ve always put off reading the end of series, but I think this is the first one I’ve been up to date with when it actually ended. Promised Neverland was close.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ooh completely new characters...?????? whoops overshot the starting page by a few ughhhh it’s definitely the last one... I mean we knew that, but still..... OMG NO IT’S IZUMI AND TANAKA ISN’T IT?? jeez woah I can’t wait to hear other readers’ reactions [edit: yes this was about clover, and she recorded her reaction, which was beautiful ;u;] also omg they’re at least appearing together

omg Sakurai’s author’s note: “It’s very cold, isn’t it. Everyone, I hope you don’t catch a cold.” YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT’S ENDING?

okay, so at least some time skip Tanaka: New identity, who dis Ooh, Izumi called Tanaka “anta” – the rude/familiar version of ‘you’, rather than the polite one. Honestly I don’t remember but it’s probably what she called him previously. And then turns around and called him anata the next page X’D Okay, I’m glad that not being consistent is okay in Japanese, I always worry/wonder about that ooooh so Tanaka doesn’t have a new identity YET. I wonder how long it’s been?? omg Tosaki prepared it?? Was he thinking that far ahead? Or is he not dead.... ??? okay so he made it ahead of time oh, and Izumi was the one who asked him for it??? Oh wow, Izumi has yet another change of identity. I wonder if she’s back to (omggg I forget D: her original name... Tainaka [hah]) Also another great shot emphasizing their height difference X’) lmaoooo I always love when there manages to be some humor oh, they’re only about three years apart! I wonder if that helps pin down the timeline at all??

Aw, Izumi still respects Tosaki lmao “I’m going home.” “You really have places to be?” Oh I guess that wasn’t quite it- she really was wondering if he was had a living location... so he has been kinda on the run >< [Sakurai. Sakurai, happy ending. There is, right? Right?]

Oh dude I really didn’t think we’d get any resolution on that ship and like, idk if this counts as resolution but it sure looks like it does right now okay I’m really sorry but part of me is like ///we’re using so many of the remaining pages on this/// although oh I guess it’s only been 10 pages... it feels like so many since the chapters have been so short lately...

heyyyyy I mean we kinda knew the U.S. ajin would be back or else what was the point of introducing them Ogura not being dead at the end of the series is extremely impressive (also hopefully Kai :prayer hands: as in I think he survived) so Ogura didn’t tell them he was coming back huh ... with the crew??? :eyes emoji: lmao AND they thought he was dead, I’m cackling oh okay so they had heard he wasn’t dead the close up of Jim’s face reminds of Kai somehow I guess this manga isn’t so long (and the U.S. ajin left enough of an impression) that at least we’re not like WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE “I’ll kill you!!” “Go ahead!!” HA Winnn I think the people in this series need to get their idea of ‘fun’ checked I don’t really understand what he says in the bubble after that... I’ll have to check the English did he like, metaphorically die because he’s out of FKs? I’m not up on my cigarette brands enough to know if that’s an FK or not... I think it’s what the brand turned into...? oh no what’s this omg is it gonna be Kai? Are they all gonna be in there? Kotobuki?? also this is already super sad that not everyone got out of jail free... unless they did and I’ll see... but also it’s realistic so all for the best I guess? i have no idea OH HA I thought it was the juvenile detention center but it’s Takahashi ! o_o not entirely sure I understand what Takahashi says to the guard either at least everyone’s having... fun??? KAI KAI KAI gahhhh this looks exactly like how ch 69 started and agh they’re both in juvie but ahhhhh they’re together?? I’m already scared to read and actually find out –o- oh wait they have dates to get out! and they said plural ‘we’ “That was fast” I feel like that panel represents what this chapter means to me somehow lmao they just want them to be not their problem anymore... that really wraps it up nicely, hilariously, and realistically I’m glad I’m not translating this because there are really a couple lines where I don’t completely understand them “something happened that day” um, yeah WOW I did NOT think we were going to get an answer to whether Kai was an ajin now or not, but I feel like that definitively answers that question????? also that’s terribly funny HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW KEI REVIVED HIM?? -punches a wall- Kai’s whole personality is ‘I don’t really remember that happening’ >_____________________________> Kei... gave Kai a reason to live... because he almost died...? I still kinda have faith in this wrapping up well but GOD Kai is not a character to invest all your emotion into, laughs cryingly Kotobuki: “You literally never make any sense, man.” oh no “ano natsu” GAH

I just realized that this almost certainly means Kai and Kou never met. There isn’t enough keysmashing in the world to express my desire to throw my laptop at a wall right now

In no way shape or form did I ever expect to get closure on Akiyama, even on him getting out of the barrel

Manabe definitely stole whatever it is he’s holding but it was probably some kind of personal effects...? [my powers of prediction suck most of the time] he really looks beat up now ;u; Izukyū-Shimoda... Win, that’s not where you traveled, is it? Maybe I saw it on the Sunday NHK travel program... but it’s also the end of the train line and has ferries going out into the ocean islands. Is he getting away, or going home.......? or to Hirasawa or something...?

well that was an extremely abrupt shift are they really shooting Satou up into space they’re not using him as a test subject are they that sounds like an even more awful idea than I ever could have come up with okay... oh jeez can we please please not have Satou be Captain America you just KNOW he’s going to make trouble again, ,, , , ,!!

oh jeez Eriko! I didn’t expect to see her but it’s nice! it’s really sinking in that that’s all the closure we’re going to get on Kai isn’t it Eriko tsundere as if that needed confirmed okay cool, so she’s out of the hospital (for now)

It does seem appropriate? Likely? That Kei didn’t go home. WE BETTER SEE KOU THIS CHAPTER oh, it’s fall (or winter? Izumi said it was cold...) oh phew

Sakurai said RIP KeiKai shippers I guess.... but they still influenced each other so that’s still shippable even though they’re not together? sigh not everything is so straightforward and I guess it’s good it reflects that

Kei looks happy enough was Kei working a blue collar job with Kou or something? That’s 100% unexpected Kou adorable omg what is his new name gonna be Also ;-; so they’ve giving ajin rights but everyone’s still staying undercover...? or Kou isn’t I guess, that’s sweet oh wow we admit Tosaki’s great I guess last chapter’s statement that they found his remains must have settled whether he’s alive or not ‘iroiro atta na’ YOU THINK also pretty sure that’s Kai’s line from the drama CD what’s with that Kei face??? OMG PERF also that is scarily close to what I wrote in a fic, but also pretty much to be expected crap I guess at least Tanaka and Izumi are with each other? KAI’S MOON JACKET WITH THE SMILIE we really messed up characterizing Kai as the sun haha he’s out he’s out he’s out is he going to meet someone literally zooming out on everyone (like at the end of last chapter too) is kinda messing with me Like they’re still around and doing stuff but we aren’t (don’t get to) watch them anymore Kou saying ‘let’s all meet again’... my heart is warm ;0; LMAO

we can at least rest assured that everyone stayed in character

I can’t I can’t I can’t [note, this was when I thought Kei saying ‘nah’ was the last page]

O MM FRICKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

omg Sakurai you’ve done it again bwahahaah a coworker hit him and is like ‘oh cool fine nevermind’ this is WAY more hilarious than I was expecting for this chapter How do I always forget that Ajin has so much comedy not remembering what page number the chapter ends on is nice

Tankobon releases May 7th in Japan Elizaaaaaa Kei’s got a Shion coat

alright uh well I guess that’s good, in a way, we still get to imagine whatever we want

Finishing it hasn’t sunk in yet, I’ve have to get back to you on that one.

#Ajin #Ajin spoilers #ch 86 #ahhhhh

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khiphop-discussions · 4 years ago

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Chillin Homie got hospitalized AGAIN due to depression and panic disorder. (I know this made me easily upset everytime I saw upsetting things while I am recovering but I had to tell this urgently.) I hope he will apologize truthfully for his past mistakes because I am so worried. I don't know what's next and I don't want to get much worse than this. Anyway, how's your past weeks going? ~Queennie (from the deactivated Tumblr account @heart-bleeding-autism-angel)

OK so here are some facts (some of this might be WILDLY triggering so definitely tw:suice tw:suicide attempt tw:suicidal ideation tw:drug abuse and I will put these in the tags as well):

1. Chillin Homie DID apologize for the whole live that he did. He made a whole apology as well as explained why his mental health has been declining. His label Groovl1n apologized as well.

2. Chillin Homie was ALREADY overdosed on that live! He had already taken AT LEAST 35 pills. There’s translation that say that by his own admission he took at least forty (I don’t 100% trust this for reasons I’ll explain in a bit). He only took like...5 on the live (DEFINITELY less than 10). As soon as he spoke on that live, you could hear his slurred speech. I don’t think I’ll EVER forget it. And it’s one of the most prominent things I remember from that live. Slurred speech is a symptom of overdose. I originally thought he might have been drinking heavy but after putting all the pieces together it was the pills. He was OVERDOSED already. He was damn near dying in that live, ok? Had he not posted that story, done the live, and then posted the ig post after the live (not the apology but the one before that that has since been deleted) I’m almost 100% sure he’d be dead right now. Pretty scary. For people who did not watch that whole thing go down (I DEFINITELY did from the story post, to the live, to the ig timeline post, to groovl1n’s update, to his apology), I don’t think you guys understand. This was SOOOO serious.

3. Number 2 isn’t just to garner sympathy because at this point it you don’t feel it then you just won’t. It’s to drive home a point. All of what he said was A) under the influence of drugs B) under EXTREME mental distress C) while he was on the verge of dying. To put this in perspective if you still don’t understand, if he had committed a crime the law would have trouble figuring out what to do with him. He’d likely be committed to a mental health institution of some sort. After that IDK what happens. They can either prosecute once he gets out or drop the charges. But it will probably depend on the severity of the crime and the mental stability after they are out of the mental health facility. Not to say I 100% agree with the law, but I kinda agree here. I don’t know how much accountability I can really give someone who was going through the bolded. This is not like someone getting on IG live fully sober and saying whatever crazy shit. This dude was not in his right mind that night. So I’m not about to keep harping on this someone said during a whole suicide attempt where they were overdosed and tried to take even more because...I guess they weren’t dying fast enough?

4. Back to why I don’t know whether to 100% trust the forty pills figure he gave out. Well, I kinda explained why in number 3. He wasn’t in his right mind so IDK if he knew how much he really took. He may have miscalculated and took even MORE or less or he could be right on the money. Regardless of how many he took, he was definitely overdosed.

I’m gonna be honest. This situation was upsetting for me. Like I said the WHOLE day after that happened I could see his face from that live in my head. I was worried af and I really didn’t know what was gonna happen. This happened at around 11-11:30AM PST. We didn’t get an update until around 6 or 7 PM PST. I wasn’t sure if I had watched his last moments before dying or if he was gonna be disabled in some way or what. That was WILD. Luckily he was relatively ok.

My thing is this, it’s OK to just leave him alone right now. IDK why people keep saying shit? Like why KEEP poking at someone who is suicidal and severely mentally ill. It’s like people won’t be satisfied until he actually dies no matter what he says or does. It’s crazy that people are still trying to bring negativity but then in the same breath are like “I hope he gets well BUT...” no but. Either hope he gets well or not. That “but” implies you don’t truly give a shit (which by the way that’s fine. It’s your right to like or dislike whoever) so just shut up or own the fact that you wanna keep piling on this dude.

My thing is, there’s people in Khiphop that I don’t like but you would never see me keep picking at them during/immediately after suicide attempt. Even in “normal” times I say my piece about whatever happened and then move on. I don’t particularly like to keep dragging it on. It’s not even really productive or useful to keep up with all the news of someone I dislike and think are misogynistic or racist or whatever the fuck.

tl;dr: The man was suicidal, overdosed, mentally ill, and damn near dying. I don’t know if I can truly hold him accountable for much? Plus, he apologized. We can’t even get those from people when they are SOBER and in the right head space these days. It’s cool if people don’t wanna fuck with him cause of his comments about feminists and don’t accept the apology, that’s their business but just leave him alone. What do you get out of keeping on picking at him?

(final thoughts) Overall, I REALLY hope he’s okay and overcomes this. And I’m glad his taking his mental health into his own hands and really trying. Despite ALL this shit going on, he’s REALLY trying. He gave an APOLOGY after one day out of the hospital. When he should have been resting!?! It seems like he’s being responsible as shit for a 21 year old (starting from dropping out of SMTM9 instead of pushing on for the money. That’s a mature ass decision and thought process to know that health > wealth). And he’s truly trying his best to get a handle on all this shit. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda scared for him. Especially after being in that live. But I TRULY hope he recovers. He has already beaten anxiety before but now it seems he’s struggling mentally so much worse now.

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moonlightsolo · 5 years ago

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bête noire

summary: While training, Kylo comes to visit you and figures out the secret you’ve been hiding. Leia tells the Resistance that she feels something dark affecting the Force. Poe accidentally tells you something that makes you want to leave even sooner then planned.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: nsfw themes!! violence!! cursing!! angst!! fluff!! yes!!

wc: 6.7k (which means it’s gonna be real good)

note: if you got tagged twice, i’m sorry tumblr deleted the first version when i went in to edit the title. some of my edits in the first one will not be here. im very fucking upset.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

A terrible longing for Kylo has taken over your mind. You miss the feeling of holding onto his body, his large hands, his thick hair, and his lips. Oh, his lips... Definitely his lips.

It seems as if all you can think about is when you’re going to see him next.

He has tried his best to stay in touch with you through the Force as much as possible; his Supreme Leader schedule is quite packed.

He still doesn’t know when everything will be ready for you to be with him again, but now with two little ones.

Both of you have figured out a way to control your connection, so it doesn’t happen randomly and only when it’s needed.

He prefers to come to you in the middle of the night when he knows no one is around or when you’re training by yourself in the jungle. You don’t exactly have a specific time you prefer to talk to him, you just do it.

He really enjoys watching your body move in ways he’s never seen you do before. How you jump and twirl your body in the air to hit the flying spherical droid with your staff.

He doesn’t know you have a saber yet and you want to keep it a secret until you’re ready.

Sweat drips from your brow as you land on the ground, the broken metal of the robot falls down right next to you.

“Bravo.” His large hands clap together with a smile as he stands up from leaning against a tree. He has a proud smirk on his face as he goes to walk towards you, knowing he’s going to kiss you.

Something cracks some twigs behind you in a pattern that sounds like footsteps. You whip your head around to see Rey walking up to you with BB-8, then you turn to look at Kylo and he’s gone.

You let out a sigh and a quiet groan that she wouldn’t hear. “Hey. You should train with this today.” She holds out your saber, her face looks a bit disappointed when you don’t take it instantly. “What? We went through all that trouble and you’re not going to use it now?” She sighs.

Your hand grips the metal hilt so you can take it from her hand, “I was going to use it. I’m just- nervous...” You shrug and give her a small smile.

“It’s like your staff just half the size and a little more dangerous. You’ve used Luke’s before, why can’t you use your own?” You nod at her words as you click it on. The dark orange blade hums, your eyes stare at it and so does Rey’s.

It’s so alluring.

She shakes her head to focus again, “Just be more careful with it than how you are with your staff. Focus, breathe, you got this.” She sends you a big smile before she turns on her heel and walks back. BB-8 beeps a little ‘good luck’ before rolling after her.

You begin to swing the saber in slow figure-eight movements. The vibration changes with each swing as you twirl your body in a full circle. “I can definitely get used to this.” You giggle happily like a little kid that just got candy.

Your body moves expertly as you carry out the same moves you do with your staff, not the ones where you’re airborne just yet.

The orange light moves as you slice it through the air, you take a chance and do a front flip into the air. Thankfully, you land on both of your feet with no missing pieces. You practice with the tree trunk, spinning your body around to pretend like it was an enemy.

You‘ve never hit the bark until now. Your brain becomes a bit foggy, it’s Ren. The blade of the saber singes the bark, smoke puffs out from the burnt wood. Fortunately, it didn’t cut all the way through so it doesn’t fall on top of you. You click the button to extinguish the saber and you hide the hilt behind your back in your waistband as you turn around.

You pick your head up to meet his dark eyes, “What happened?” His eyes stare at you. He can’t see your surroundings but he knows something is wrong from the look in your eyes. “Oh, nothing. I just made a little mistake.” You nervously laugh.

“There’s something more than that...” He sighs, “There’s no reason to lie. Just tell me the truth.” He moves closer to you, now arms length away.

“Well, I guess it’s time to tell him everything now.” You silently think inside of your head.

“Remember when I was with Rey on Tatooine right?” You ask him and he nods in agreement. “Yeah, why? Did one of my men hurt you?” He grows concerned but you shake your head no to stop his worrying.

You sigh then continue, “No, no. I just never explained to you why we were there... It was because we were looking for a crystal. A kyber crystal.” You mumble.

“Rey is building her own saber now to become a Jedi? Like Luke?” He almost hisses our last words which make you swallow nervously.

“No... Well- I actually... Um, I made my own lightsaber.” Your eyes go down to look at your feet.

He’s silent but he’s still there, you can see his black boots.

“Your own?” He asks a bit sternly, “So you’re becoming a Jedi alongside her now. I knew I shouldn’t have let her train you. I should’ve told you to stop.” He huffs loudly as his gloved hand rubs over his face.

“No, that’s not it at all.” You pick your head up to look at him in the eyes, “I am not becoming a Jedi. I promise you.” Your hands go up to his face to cup his cheeks.

You continue to hold eye contact with him for a moment before you pull him down to kiss you. He’s holding back a bit, his mind is flooding with thoughts.

“I don’t want you to think of me differently.” You whisper against his lips as your hands go into his thick hair. His angular nose presses against your skin, you gently scratch at his scalp since you know it soothes him.

“I felt like I was ready to move forward. The Force is leading me to something and I think it’s you. I know it’s you.” His hands grip your waist when those words leave your lips.

“I can’t wait to see you again.” He growls, “I’m gonna have your back up against one of these trees.” His voice makes your knees want to give out and butterflies travel through your abdomen.

“Tonight. You should come back tonight.” You whisper into the little bit of space between your lips.

“I’ll let you know.” He grips your ass one last time before he disappears into thin air. You almost fall forward from his sturdiness leaving so suddenly. “What a tease.” You laugh as you fix your hair with your hands. You begin to make your way back to Rey but she’s not at her usual spot.

You follow the path back to the base and there’s barely any people outside so you start to jog towards the command center. Almost the whole crew is standing around in a large circle listening to Leia and her colleagues speak.

You find Poe and Chewy first, then you spot Rey close to Leia’s side. Poe whispers a small, “Hi,” in your ear and his hand rests on your lower back. He feels the hard surface of your lightsaber and raises one of his eyebrows suspiciously.

“It’s just my saber. Didn’t put on the right belt today.” You laugh softly.

His touch makes you feel a bit uneasy, which is confusing. Usually, you wouldn’t mind his hand on your back, but maybe something switched. You shake it off and focus on Leia’s speech, then Poe leaves your side to join her in the middle.

“So, you all know that this mission is going to be very dangerous. Only a few of us are going. Myself, Finn, Rey, and Chewbacca. If anyone else would like to lend an extra hand with filling the ship with the proper supplies, by all means, come talk to me after this is finished.” He claps his hands together with his smile.

You haven’t heard one bit about this mission from anyone. Why didn’t Rey bring you back with her from training?

“Just like Leia was explaining, she has felt a change in the Force. I know all of you felt something too. We’ve learned that there is another dark presence rising but we don’t know who or what it is yet. We have Kylo Ren, the leader of the First Order and everyone on those ships. There’s something greater than him out there, we’ll find it and put an end to it.” He gives the crowd a curt nod.

“Alright, if anyone has questions, come see any of us that can speak your language.” Poe chuckles as he makes a jab at Chewy who roars in annoyance.

Your eyes dart around at the people around you that start to talk to each other. They all slowly start to leave to continue whatever they were doing before. Except for some groups who are talking to Poe and Finn.

Before anybody could steal Rey, you walk speedily over to her. “What’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me Leia had this planned for today? For a matter of fact, why didn’t anybody else?” You whisper-yell at her.

“Leia wanted to keep you out of this meeting because of the contents being said. She didn’t mean any harm, it’s just that...” She trails off.

“It’s just that Kylo is in my head.” You scoff, your arms cross over your chest. For some reason, you can’t wait to leave now.

“I understand if you’re upset...” You cut Rey’s sentence off.

“Upset, Rey? Yes, I am. If none of you trust me, then why don’t I just go back to the First Order?” You say with pure intent.

“Leia already gave you the okay to leave with one of our ships. So why haven’t you done it already?” Rey delivers the attitude right back to you.

Poe notices you bickering with her and excuses himself from his conversation. He jogs over to you both, his eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

You groan and put your hands into the air like you’re surrendering to the conversation, “I’m done. I’m going to see my kids. See you both later.” You spat at them angrily. Poe goes to follow you but Rey stops him and they mumble behind your back. You stomp towards your quarters.

Ellie babbles happily as she holds her feet with her tiny hands. The wind blows her perfect little curls into her face which makes her giggle. Ani is lying calmly next to his sister on the blanket, giving her an annoyed side-eye look. He’s probably wondering why she’s so energetic. He must be tired.

You hand Ellie a makeshift toy that rattles as you pick up Ani to put a pacifier into his mouth. You cradle him as he stares into your eyes with adoration, you smile and let your fingers dance across his smooth skin to trace random patterns.

His dark eyelashes flutter as he fights to stay awake, but you gently close his eyelids with two of your fingers. “Shh... Go to sleep, my Lil boy.” The suckling on his pacifier slows as he falls into his daily nap.

Your free hand goes to pay attention to Ellie, you play with her rattle and gently tickle her little belly. You lay Ani down on the blanket next to you, one hand stays patting his back while the other is still playing with El.

You look up when you hear footsteps, Poe is walking towards you. The sunset is beautiful behind him.

“Hey, I was watching you. Are you doing okay?” He asks. You just chuckle and focus your eyes on Ellie who is more focused on Poe.

“Stalker.” You mumble, “I’m doing perfectly fine. Tell Leia that I don’t need a babysitter.” You grumble and your shoulders rise and drop from a sigh.

“Do you mind?” He bends down to scoop Ellie up but pauses his movements until you give him the clear. “Yeah, go ahead.” You subtly smile at how happy she gets when he picks her up. He rocks her and plays with her, gently tossing her small body in the air. Thankfully not too high though.

“She really likes you.” You give him a small smile. “You think?” He asks as he bounces her on his hip.

“I really hope you don’t leave.” He blurts out, “We will really miss you. Right, El?” He grabs Ellie’s hand and dances playfully with her.

Your heart stops, your heart rate instantly accelerates and your breathing quickens. “What?” You snap and rise to your feet. Poe’s eyes go wide when he realized what he said, “Hey, look- I didn’t mean it. Leia just told me that if you would leave, you’d be leaving the children here so they could be raised in a more... positive environment.” He words it differently so you wouldn’t get more upset, “She didn’t tell you that, did she?”

Hot painful tears sting your eyes, “Give me back my daughter.” Your voice dropped deeper and more stern. Poe’s eyes widen, even more, he seems scared of you. “Now. Give me her right now, Poe.” He gently holds her out for you to take. You snatch the baby from his arms then you start to put everything back into your pack. Ellie starts to whine from being taken away from Poe.

You sling the bag onto one shoulder then grab Ani and the blanket in one arm which wakes him up. He starts to cry as you’re trying to get away from Poe, “Let me help you.” He mumbles as he sees you struggling to hold everything at once. “Poe, I swear to the stars if you touch anything, I will fucking sucker-punch you.” Your hands speedily put everything back in its place as you hold onto your children securely. You turn your back to him and start walking back to your room.

Tears freely run down your cheeks, you sniffle to try to keep the snot from escaping your nose but it doesn’t really help. Some people walking by stare but you don’t pay any mind to it.

The Resistance is going to take your children away from you if you go with Kylo. That means you need to escape without them knowing.

As soon as you make it into your room safely, you lock the door behind you and lay the babies in their cribs. You sit yourself down on your cot, crossing your legs with your hands resting on your knees. Before you close your eyes, you take a deep breath.

Through the Force, you reach out to Kylo. It’s like you’re traveling through space, the stars twinkle dully around you. Suddenly you hit an invisible forcefield and you’re shot back to reality. You suck in a deep breath and look around for him in your room but he isn’t there.

What happened? Did he dismiss your attempt to reach out to him?

You grow angrier since you don’t want to use too much of your abilities to reach out more than once. “Let me in.” You say in your mind as you try your hardest to push your way through to talk to him.

Once again, you’re brought back without him. Your eyes focus on your children as hot angry tears well up in your eyes.

“What do you need?” His voice booms inside of your head. It almost shakes your skull.

You hiss from the oncoming headache, “Excuse me? Don’t be so rude. I just found out that Leia is trying to keep our children here with her if I would leave-.” He cuts you off. You can feel his anger overpowering your own. The heat grows in your chest and your hands clench into tight fists. You resist the urge to scream into your pillow.

“What?!” He screams out, your fists go to your head to press against your temples.

“How long until everything is ready for us to come with you?” You ask through your teeth.

“Soon. Maybe a few days. Next week. I’m coming there tonight to see you so we can create a plan. I can’t stand to talk to you through the Force and not in person.” He growls.

You know that he’s pacing whatever room he’s in on that ship, you begin to control your anger which helps him blow off steam. “I’ll be there after the sunsets. Be ready for me... I love you.”

After those three words he mutters out quietly, he’s gone. You didn’t have to force it out of him to say that and it makes you so happy.

You give your babies a little peck on their tiny heads, you grab the pager for the droid and click it so she comes to your quarters.

After a few minutes, she arrives. “You’re going to have to watch them tonight. I have important business to attend to with... Poe.” The droid gives you a look, “Not that kind of business. Now excuse me, I’m going to get changed.” You laugh and grab some clothes that’ll keep you safe from the elements of the jungle.

You slip on your favorite black skin-tight leather pants, a long-sleeved black shirt, and your hooded parka jacket. You slip your scuffed black boots on your feet and pull your hair back into a half-up bun with some of your hair flowing down your back.

“You look very nice.” Mary, the nurse droid, compliments you as she rocks Ani back to sleep.

“Thank you.” You say with a big smile, you let your thumbs caress both of their plump cheeks. “I’ll be back my darlings.” You mumble quietly as they fall asleep.

“Thank you for taking care of them on such short notice.” You say to her once you stand back up, “Not at all a problem. I was surprised when I saw your name pop up.” Her robotic voice speaks out. “Now go! Hurry along.” She reminds you of a female C-3PO. You giggle and nod, “See ya.” You grab your saber and hook it to your belt.

You leave your room and make your way out of the ship with a bounce in your step.

You spot Poe but refuse to make eye contact with him when he looks at you, hopefully, he doesn’t follow along like a stalker. You laugh at your thoughts, knowing that he’s just a curious person but also kind of a stalker at the same time.

You see that the sun is barely above the horizon anymore, the sky has turned a dark purple and the stars are twinkling above.

Your boots crunch the mulch and dirt under you as you walk outside of the cave, the cool breeze blows your hair behind you.

There are not many people around thankfully, only a few people who are working on ships.

With a quick glance, you make sure nobody is watching as you sneak past the tree line.

Nature around you squeaks, snaps and whistles from the strong wind. There must be a storm on the way. You pull your hood onto your head to protect your face from the elements.

You can sense that Kylo is close which makes your heart rate pick up. Your feet begin to move faster down the memorized path. You see him standing there again but he’s pacing. His boots leave footprints in the dirt, the wind howls gently around him causing his black hair to swirl in his face.

You almost giggle at how upset he gets and how he pushes it back so aggressively. He notices you leaning against a tree, halfway out of the foliage. “That’s why I pull mine back.” You smile.

He reaches out his hand, motioning for you to come to him. You take a step out, you watch how he admires your body. You start to jog towards him and once you get close enough his arms reach down to scoop you up off the ground.

You squeal in surprise, your arms wrap around his neck so you wouldn’t fall backward. By the way, he’s holding you up, you’re above him. The world seems so much different at this height, you look down to see that his chin is resting on your chest and he’s looking up at you with pure love.

You smile and lean down as much as you can to press a kiss against his forehead. He hums in response and smiles. He brings you down so you’re face to face.

The wind blows roughly once again which makes him dive into a kiss before both of your hair could try to ruin the moment.

Your hands rest on his cheeks, feeling his skin and stubbly facial hair growing in. His arms hold you tightly and securely, you feel so safe in his arms.

His hands move from your waist down to hold you by your ass, his tongue deepens the kiss. You tighten your thighs around his hips, he moves you around blindly until your back presses up against something hard and cold. Your eyes flutter open for a moment to see the large wing of the tie fighter next to you.

You let out a small needy whimper into the kiss which makes him smirk. He lets go of your legs so they fall back down to the ground. He starts to fumble around with the waistband of your pants. He tugs on them roughly which makes your knees buckle, “Fuck. Why are they so fucking tight.” He growls as he lifts up each of your legs to yank off your boots then he goes back to your pants.

You just giggle at him having trouble pulling them off of your ankles. “Fuck it.” He leans forward to capture your lips with his again, his teeth bit down on your bottom lip to tug on it as he pulls away.

Everything he does to you makes you want to do anything for him.

Kylo smirks at your thoughts as his hands find their way under your shirt to pull your bra down so your breasts pop over the fabric. He grips one as he slowly sinks to his knees, he leaves kisses down your belly.

His lips ghost over your navel, traveling farther down to your hips. He takes his time teasing you as he peppers kisses against both of your hipbones. His dark eyes look up at you through his eyelashes. This man is going to be the death of you.

His fingers play with your nipple as his teeth grip the edge of your panties to pull them down. “You’re so fucking hot.” His hot breath against your core makes you shiver. The wind kicks up again as it howls through the trees. Your head lolls back against the metal exterior of the ship, your hands grab fistfuls of his soft hair. Just as he is about to dive tongue first into you, he pulls completely off of you and stands up.

Kylo’s large frame completely shields your body as he turns his back toward you. “Get dressed. Now.” His voice is serious.

Your eyes watch his hand gently rest on his saber which makes you hurry up and pull your pants up from your ankles. You quickly snatch your boots that were tossed to the side so you could put them back on. “Kylo, what’s going on?” You go to move from behind him but he stops you with his arm.

Rain begins to gently trickle from the sky. Through the mist of rain, you see movement across the field. There are a few people emerging from the tree-line.

Your eyes go wide when a blue saber ignites, the hue lights up all their faces.

Rey, Poe, and Finn.

You audibly gasp, your hand goes over your mouth. “Get behind me.” He hisses out to you. He quickly grabs his saber, getting into a stance as he lights it.

“You’re not welcome here!” Rey screams out in her accented voice. You grip the fabric of Kylo’s shirt so tight that your knuckles are turning white. The storm continues loudly above.

You cannot let them fight. You refuse to have anybody get hurt because of your stupid idea to bring him here.

“Why not? My children are here.” He quickly retorts you watch how his fists grip the hilt of his saber. He’s ready to pounce at any second.

“You don’t deserve to see your children. You’ll corrupt them.” Poe enters the conversation which makes you groan internally.

“What’s this pilot doing here anyway? Didn’t he almost get all three of them killed?” Kylo bites back as he recalls that day on Hoth.

Lightning flashes above as the thunder booms and makes you flinch. The gentle drizzle of rain turns into a downpour, soaking everybody.

You blink back the water from your lashes, peeking from his side to see them still standing in the same spot. Poe and Finn have blasters ready to shoot.

“You’re outnumbered, Ren. There’s no way you can escape.” Rey yells over the loud storm.

Kylo’s muscles in his back are quivering with fury, his jaw is clenched. He wants to attack so badly but he knows if he takes a step they’ll shoot continuously at him.

“Where is she?” Poe’s voice shouts at Kylo.

“Let me...” You whisper gently and start to creep out but he pushes you back again. “Enough, let me handle this.”

Rey begins to walk forward but stops in her tracks when Finn grabs her shoulder. He shakes his head no.

Kylo becomes completely still, even his breathing stops. Rey turns around to face the trees with Finn and Poe following after her too.

“Leia...” You breathe out.

This time Kylo doesn’t stop you when you emerge from behind him. Your hand absentmindedly rests on his back while she walks out to you both.

She’s holding an umbrella and she has on rain boots, which is quite adorable. The storm rumbles above, lightning zig-zags across the sky as she stops in front of Kylo and you.

You can vividly see the pain in her face from the red glow of his saber washing over her features, “Ben, you need to stay here with your children and Y/N.” She chokes out.

“That’s not my name. Ben is dead.” He grits his teeth. His voice is shaky too. You watch his hands grip the hilt of his saber. You almost want to take it away from him.

His own eyes are getting teary too. Rey rushes close behind Leia along with Finn and Poe. Leia stops them from getting any closer. Your eyes dart to watch Kylo who growls under his breath and lunges forward slightly. “Kylo.” You grip his shirt to stop him.

Leia’s eyes move to you, “I gave you the okay to go to him. Why would you bring him here and put us all in jeopardy?” She snaps at you.

Kylo moves his body in front of you again, almost to protect you from her words. “It’s okay.” Your hand goes up to rest on his bicep.

“Are you going to send your troops to raid us?” She turns her attention to him again.

Kylo doesn’t answer which makes Rey take a step forward and Poe cocks his blaster.

You step out in the middle of them before they could attempt to kill each other. Your hand unclips your saber hilt from your belt, but you don’t ignite it yet.

Poe pushes Leia behind him to protect her from you, even though you would never hurt her. You blink away the rain from your eyes, squinting as you try to see through the downpour.

“Stop protecting him. He’s a monster, Y/N. I don’t understand what you see in him.” Rey shakes her head, her bottom lip quivers.

You can feel yourself getting emotional along with her, you don’t want to cause anybody pain. You look back at Kylo who stares down at you, his jaw shudders along with his bottom lip. His dark hair is sticking to his face and you want to push it out of the way.

The thunder crashes loudly above and the sky flashes.

Behind you, Rey is taking the opportunity of him being distracted by you to swing the saber at him from overhead.

Your eyes go wide when you hear her running towards you. Kylo breaks eye contact as he goes to pull you out of her line of rage but you hold your ground.

You click the button on your saber as you twirl your body around to face her. The orange blade appears as you block both of their strikes at the same time.

Just before Poe and Finn shoot their blaster at you and Kylo, you use your free hand to swipe the guns out of their hand with the Force. The weapons go flying somewhere into the muddy field.

You grit your teeth together as you hold off both of their power from ripping each other to shreds. Leia is yelling at Rey to stop from behind her as you struggle. You can feel your boots slipping in the mud.

Kylo’s eyes travel from the color of your blade to your eyes, he sees how much pain he’s putting you through. He looks up at Rey with a stone-cold look as he extinguishes his saber and steps back.

Rey seems surprised at how you’re holding her back still. “Why are you doing this?!” You scream over the thunder, “Let me get to him!” She yells right back.

Rey pushes you to the ground with the Force, causing you to fall into a big mud puddle. Kylo goes to lunge forward to protect you but you stop him with an invisible blockade. “Stop!” You screech.

Before she could reach Kylo, you turn your saber off and you wrap your ankles around one of Rey’s so she would fall to the ground with you.

Now you’re both covered in mud. She yelps and goes to roll over onto her back. Before she could get up again you stand up and point your blade in her face. You have the high ground. “Enough.” Your voice is stern.

Lightning crackles behind your head. You can feel the mud on your face sliding down onto your soaked clothes.

You notice Rey’s expression and how shocked she is that you took her down. You extinguish your saber and clip it back onto your hilt to replace it with your hand.

Rey looks at your hand then back at you. Her hand reaches up slowly, she’s hesitant. You make the decision for her and grab her hand so you can get her onto her feet again. Kylo is staring down at you with adoration in his eyes, you take a few steps back toward him and smile.

Rey walks back over to Finn who is sucking up to her as always. “Are you okay?” He asks as he checks her for wounds.

Kylo’s eyes drift from yours to stare at Poe, who is glaring right back at him. Kylo moves close behind you, putting his hand on your hip as a form of possessing you as his own.

You gulp nervously as you lift your head to look at Poe, he’s staring at you now in pity. He almost looks disgusted with you.

Leia walks forward again, “There will be no more fighting here. You need to go with him. I can’t have you putting the Resistance in danger anymore.” Her hand goes to rest on your bicep in a comforting way.

Thankfully the rain is slowing down so you can see her. She’s upset and so are you.

“I’m not- I mean we’re not leaving without our children.” You muster up the courage to say that to her.

Poe lifts his head from his conversation when he heard those words leave your mouth.

Kylo looks down at Leia, you can feel his emotions. It’s hard for him to be so close to his mother and not hug her like old times. He’s torn and sad, just like you are.

“Ben... You need to come home.” Leia grabs his hand tentatively, he flinches from the contact.

“I can’t. It’s too late.” His voice shakes as he speaks. All three of them turn around to look at them speaking. You can feel how wracked Kylo is by his overpowering emotions. He is trying his hardest to not show it on the outside.

Leia sighs and gives her son a sad smile, “You’ve done a lot of bad things, kiddo.” She shakes her head, her thumb rubs the skin on his hand.

“I know.” His voice is quiet, his eyes drop to their hands. “I can’t join the Resistance. That’s not the path I need to follow.”

Leia takes a chance and gives her son one last hug. Kylo is completely still almost like a statue. You can feel the lump growing in your throat as Leia reaches an arm out for you too.

You gladly join the hug, holding onto both of them so tightly. Kylo slowly lifts his arms to rest a hand on Leia’s back and one on yours just for a moment.

His arms drop back to his side and look at Leia as she moves back to her place. “I think it’s time for you two to go.” She nods her head. The soft pattern of rain on her umbrella makes you zone out for a moment.

Panic bubbles in your chest, you can’t leave your children. They are your whole world. You start to breathe heavier and shaky, almost like you’re hyperventilating.

Kylo takes notice of your anxiety, his arm pulls you closer into his side. “We’re not leaving without our children.” You blurt out in a moment of fear.

His hand squeezes your side tightly, he looks down at you then back to Leia. “She’s right.” Kylo backs you up.

She sighs and stays silent as she looks at the two of you.

Poe walks up to Leia, his hand rests on his shoulder. “You can’t really be thinking about letting them take the kids, are you?” Him putting his two cents worth in is a bad idea.

Kylo clenches his jaw as he stares at Poe like he wants to hurt him.

“Leia, please.” You beg a small sob leaves your mouth. “Children can’t grow up without their parents. Please, I’m begging you.” Your voice is desperate for an answer, especially the answer that you want.

“Poe. It’s not your choice.” Leia dismisses him then Rey comes up to her side.

“I think we should give the kids to them.” Rey refuses to make eye contact with you nor Kylo.

Leia seems surprised, “We should because I know if I had a choice, I would want to be with my parents. No matter what they were apart of. I know Y/N is a great mother, they’ll be taken care of.” Rey glances at you and smiles.

You let the tears fall from your eyes and make tracks on your dirty skin.

Leia turns her attention back to you, “Go get them, Rey. I’ll come back with you. Poe comes with us, Finn you’ll stay here.” She nods, her voice sounds almost pained to say that.

You suck in a breath as relief washes over your body, your face buries into Kylo’s damp armor as you cry. His other arm comes around to comfort you against his chest, he kisses the top of your head.

“I wish you both happiness. May the Force be with you.” Leia directs the message to you.

Before she could walk away, you almost tackle her with a hug. “Thank you.” Your voice is quiet and shaky. She gives you a terse nod before letting go of you to follow Rey and Poe out of the jungle.

Finn stands there awkwardly, turning his back to you guys when you go to kiss.

Kylo’s large hands almost cover your whole face when he kisses you. Your arms stay wrapped snuggly around his torso, “We’re going to be together again.” He laughs happily against your lips.

You open your eyes to see his big smile and dimples. You bring one of your hands up to gently caress his face, “I love you.” You breathe out, rubbing your noses together as a cute gesture.

He pecks your lips once more than bringing your head back down to lay on his chest. His heart thumps against your ear— He’s the love of your life and there’s no doubt about that.

You close your eyes and take in this moment. The rain gently falls onto both of you, the wind picks up which makes you shiver and his arms tighten around your body. He gently presses kisses against your head here and there then rests his chin on top of your head.

“They’re here.” Kylo mumbles which make you perk up. You see Poe and Rey walking across the field with a baby in each of their hands. Thankfully, they have blankets wrapped around them so they wouldn’t get soaked.

Rey is carrying your bag on her back, probably full of the baby's belongings. When they finally make it to you both, you can’t help but reach for one of them. Rey gently hands over Ani to you while Poe struggles to hand over Ellie to Kylo.

“Let him grab her, Poe.” Rey scolds him. Poe looks between her and Kylo’s outreached hands. He gives El a soft kiss on her forehead before letting Kylo cradle her tiny body.

Poe scoffs and looks at Rey angrily, “Alright, I think that’s it then. Let’s go.”

Rey gives you a sad look before she lunges forward to gives you and Ani a hug. “If you need anything please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.” She whispers in your ear, you look at Kylo through the corner of your eye. He glances back at you since he knows exactly what she said, but he stays busy bouncing Ellie.

“Thank you.” You mumble then squeeze her back. “I’ll miss you. See ya later?” She jokes around but you have a feeling you won’t be seeing her anytime soon. Rey pulls back to give you the bag off of her back.

You give her a half-smile and nod your head to ease her conscience. “Bye...” You breathe out shakily.

Finn gives you a little half-wave then turns to follow Rey and Poe back to the base. Your heart sinks but also flutters at the same time.

You’re leaving your life here. Just picking up and deserting everyone, But you’re going to restart your family, and that makes you smile.

Kylo leads you to his ship and clicks a button so you could climb on first. There are two chairs thankfully but their backs are pressed against each other. Kylo motions for you to hand over Ani to him while you get situated.

You plop down in the seat then set the bag on the floor near your feet. You buckle yourself in then take both of the kiddos into your arms.

Before Kylo goes in the pilot's seat, he leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips. “Let’s go.” He smiles then clicks a button to close the door.

Kylo powers on the engine and begins to lift the ship into the sky.

You watch the rain roll down the tinted window and the expanse of trees over the moon.

This is a start to your new life, a new life with your little family. You know it’s going to be great.

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 4 years ago

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Jealousy (Billy Loomis/Reader/Stu Macher)

Repost from my deleted Tumblr!

Some days you really regretted taking a position on the student council; today was one of those days. Being one of the more responsible members, Principal Himbry called on you quite often for help. In fact, you spent so much time at his beck and call that really made you question his motives for having you around sometimes. If it wasn’t the only extracurricular activity on your college applications, you’d just leave the council entirely and tell them to screw off.

You never knew what the principal would ask you to do from day to day. He had you help with planning for holidays and celebrations, tutoring other students, and showing around new transfer students. Today was tutoring.

It usually wasn’t the worst task in the world, especially with the nicer students, but Himbry had specifically requested you do it now- during lunch- instead of letting you do it tomorrow morning as it had been scheduled. Something about Andy now having football practice before the game. So not only did you have to miss lunch, you had to miss the only break during school that you got to spend with your boyfriends. Worse even, you hadn’t gotten to warn them ahead of time. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too upset. Billy and Stu wouldn’t be angry with you over the situation of course, they were too sweet to you for that, but their disappointment was worse than their anger.

“Hey, Y/N,” Andy called, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

“Eh? Wha- Oh sorry!” you quickly apologized, cheeks heating in embarrassment, “I must be more tired than I thought.”

He grinned brightly and waved off your apology with a chuckle.

“No big, dude. I get it. Sorry we had to change to today so suddenly. Coach is adamant that we get more practice in before the biggest game of the year,” Andy sighed.

Patting his hand easily, you gave him a warm smile. It wasn’t his fault you guys were stuck here in the library. Hell, he probably wanted to be out with his friends as much as you did.

“No need to apologize. That’s a lot of pressure. I’m sure you guys will do great though,” you assured him, “Let’s get through these last two problems and we’ll be golden. Might even have a few minutes left to snag some food.”

With a grateful smile, he nodded and hunched back over his paper.

“I dunno why I can’t get this shit when Mrs. Pembrook explains it,” he muttered.

“Sometimes you just need the one on one and silence to let things sink in,” you replied.

He really wasn’t dumb, as most people assumed. He was battling ADD and couldn’t focus unless there was someone to constantly redirect him; Not that you were much help in that today.

“So,” he paused with a big sigh then read off, “Carlos has taken an initial dose of a prescription medication. The relationship between the elapsed time in hours since he took his first dose and the amount of medication in milligrams in his blood stream is modeled by the following function”

You watched him closely work out the problem into steps, unable to help but feel a spark of pride and accomplishment as he slowly but surely made his way through the entire equation. When he jotted down the correct answer and looked up at you in questioning, you couldn’t stop a grin from crossing your face.

“Yes! Yes that’s it! You’ve so got this!” you cheered.

His cheeks darkened but there was an obvious glint of happiness in his eyes as he leaned back and pumped his fists.

“Only cause I’ve got the best tutor!” he replied.

“Okay, okay, one more. Let’s do this!” you encouraged him.

Once more he went through the word problem and sorted the equation out, step by step, until the right answer was written below.

“Mr. Andrew, I think my work here is done,” you giggled, reaching out for a well-placed high-five that made you palm ache.

“You’re the best, Y/N. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough. I feel like I might actually pass the final test,” he said sincerely.

You copied his earlier motion and waved off the thanks.

“Can’t wait to hear how you rocked it,” you replied.

“Alright, grub time!”

The two of you started cleaning up the papers and books and were almost finished when a call of your name caught your attention. Your head snapped up and you were greeted to the sight of your boyfriends marching to the table.

“Stu, Billy!”

Without much thought, you launched at them happily, grinning as Stu caught you a few inches from the floor.

“Hey babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you wrapped him up in a tight hug.

“What are you two doing in here?” Billy asked coolly.

Looking over, you found his arms crossed and a blank expression across his face. You let out a sigh and wiggled from Stu’s arms to tug Billy into a chaste kiss. Even that couldn’t make his obvious irritation go away.

“Oh hey Loomis, Macher,” Andy commented as he joined your trio before turning to you, “Thanks again, Y/N. See you at the game tomorrow?”

“You know it,” you replied, offering him a fist bump, “Kick some ass in the test tomorrow.”

Before he could touch his hand to yours, you were drawn back into the protective arms of your boys. For a moment you couldn’t figure out why until you felt the tenseness in their bodies. They were… jealous?

“Uh, yeah, anyway,” Andy muttered, “Catch you later, Y/N.”

The awkwardness was thick in the air as Stu sharply added, “Yeah, WE’LL see ya later dude.”

Yup. There was no denying that obvious message. Andy made a silent retreat quickly and you couldn’t blame him. You let out a little sigh and slumped against Billy, grinning despite the situation.

“What the fuck were you doing here with him? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Thought maybe you were hurt or sick,” Billy grunted as he promptly turned to face you.

Stu mimicked his motions and both stood before you with stern expressions. Ugh, there came the ache of unnecessary guilt.

“I’m sorry. Himbry told me that I had to do our last tutoring session during lunch instead of tomorrow. I got called out of my last class so I didn’t have a chance to see you and tell you,” you explained.

Pouting slightly, you reached up and cupped a jaw in each hand, having to rise on tiptoes slightly to reach Stu.

“There’s no reason to be jealous, you know? He’s a nice guy but he’s got nothing on either of you,” you added, hoping to get through to them.

Finally Stu wilted, a whoosh of air escaping his mouth before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s not like we don’t trust you, babe. It’s the jerkwads we’re worried about,” he muttered.

“He didn’t try anything, did he?” Billy asked shortly.

“What? No, of course n-”

Your remaining words were muffled by his heated kiss. A wave of bliss ran down your being as you leaned into him, soaking up the passionate embrace.

Not to be outdone, Stu swept you hair aside and started kissing along you neck. His teeth found purchase hard in the bare flesh of your exposed shoulder. For a moment, you were panicked the librarian would catch you until you remembered she was out for lunch like the rest of the student body; upon the realization, you let out a soft moan and let the tension out of your body,

“Ah! Oh f-”

Your curse was cut off by a whimper as Billy copied a stinging bite on the other side. Everything seemed to float away, aside from pleasure and pain, as you melted between them. The burning grew almost unbearable and you knees weakened, urging you to give in and pat at them frantically.

With a pop, Stu pulled back first, and then Billy. Breathless and burning up, you swayed on your feet between them. Your shorter lover simply grinned at the faux glare you sent his way.

“What the hell was that for?” you demanded, albeit sounding more dazed than angry.

“Just wanted to remind others to stay away from our girl,” he replied.

He extended his hand and brushed a thumb softly along the freshly bitten flesh and you nearly dropped. Stu thankfully caught you. His giggle made butterflies storm your belly as you relaxed against him.

“I’m gonna get in trouble for these if they bruise,” you commented dryly.

“If anyone here says anything, you tell me and I’ll handle it,” Billy retorted seriously.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded in agreement and stood up to finally regain your footing. You were about to joke about needing a bandage for the wounds when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. There was a heavy, collective sigh between the three of you immediately.

“Come on, we’ll help you carry your stuff back to your locker,” Stu said, leaving your side to scoop up your books from the table.

“I can easily carry those. You’re just looking for an excuse to be your paranoid, protective selves,” you teased.

“Damn right we are.”

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crumblingautumnleaves · 5 years ago

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Broken (Part Two)

eyA/N: Chapter two is here! No matter what feedback I get, I’ll continue writing this because I have so much love for this story. Also, Tumblr deleted line breaks whilst I was on hiatus, so enjoy the free clipart I’m using instead.

Summary: Steve manages to bring his peculiar pickpocket back to the Tower, but more questions are raised when the rest of the team meets her.

Pairing(s): Steve x reader, a little bit of Bucky x reader

Warning(s): I think mentions of blood.

“What are you?”

The girl winced at the question, averting her gaze. Her shoulders heaved as her wings began to slowly fold in on themselves once more. She watched Steve cautiously as she pulled her coat over her shoulders, roughly shoving the feathers underneath her clothing, trying to hide the pained expression on her face.

“That can’t be good for them,” Steve commented bluntly. “Don’t they hurt?”

She breathed out softly and rose to her feet. “All the time.”

“I can help with that,” he responded eagerly. “I mean- we have doctors that can help with the pain. You won’t have to hide them away.”

“No doctors,” she hissed. “No more doctors.” There was a blaze in her eyes and Steve huffed in defeat.

“Fine, no doctors.” He held a hand out for her and she hesitated. “I won’t hurt you,” Steve reasoned. Her hand slipped into his and he pulled her to her feet.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice trembled slightly.

“Somewhere safe.”

Bruce didn’t flinch when the girl removed her shirt, letting her wings stretch out before settling into a more comfortable position. It had taken a some convincing to get her to follow Steve back to the Tower, and even more to get her to agree to an examination - although, surprisingly, she didn’t seem deterred by his complexion and stature. She had clearly been hurt before, both the marks on her body and the uneasy look in her eye as Bruce tenderly washed her feathers gave it away.

“What’s your name?” Bruce asked softly, careful not to be too rough as he wiped the dirt off of her skin.

“I think- I think it was Y/N,” the girl replied hesitantly. “But no one’s called me that in a long time.”

“Would you like us to call you Y/N?” Bruce questioned.

The girl nodded and smiled slightly, not making eye contact.

The two of them were silent for a long time after that. Bruce continued examining her, asking for permission with his eyes before touching her. The tension in the air had dissipated and Bruce could tell that she was feeling more comfortable with the situation. Pride seeped into his head and heart; knowing his presence was appreciated by someone who seemed so fragile.

“How’s everything coming along?” Steve asked softly as he walked into the lab with Tony and Mantis. Y/N recoiled at the sound of him, allowing Bruce to swiftly wrap a hospital gown around her to cover her modesty.

“I’ve just taken some small samples, I’m about to run tests if Y/N’s happy to let you guys stick around.” Bruce looked at her expectantly and she gave him a tiny shrug.

“Y/N? That’s your name?” Steve asked, but she only glared back at him in response.

“You have pretty wings,” Mantis said innocently. “Like a bird.” She walked over to Y/N slowly with a dazzled expression.

“Mantis,” Bruce warned, but Y/N just watched as she came closer, reaching a hand out to stroke the feathers.

“I heard them talking about you and I wanted to help. You don’t have to be scared anymore,” she continued, ignoring Bruce. Mantis’ hand gently brushed her fingers against the wings.

She screamed.

It was a harsh and anguished scream, that caused tears to spontaneously fall from her pain filled eyes. She ripped her hand away and collapsed to her knees sobbing. The others watched on in horror as she continued to cry, her fingernails digging into the flesh on her arms as she hugged herself. Y/N merely looked on with a sad and apologetic expression. “What are you?” Mantis wept.

“What are you?” Bruce muttered as he peered through the microscope. He’d been alone in the lab for the past four hours now, going over the results from his previous tests. Y/N had gone to bed, trusting him when he told her that she’d be safe for the night.

“Still hard at work?” Tony teased, placing a coffee cup on the desk.

“Thanks,” Bruce murmured, not tearing his gaze away from the samples. “I need to borrow your eyes for a second.”

Tony stooped over and glanced into the microscope. “That’s Y/N’s DNA?”

“Yep,” Bruce confirmed. “What’s your take on it? Because I’ve been racking my brain all night and I really want someone to tell me it’s not what I think.”

“Bruce, it looks like someone dumped a load of random DNA onto your lens.” The two men shared an uncomfortable silence. “What do you think it means?” Tony asked.

“She’s not human. Not entirely anyway. I want to x-ray her, maybe examine her brain activity and watch reactions to different stimuli. The only problem is she hates doctors. It took almost an hour for her to allow me to use a stethoscope.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and sighed tiredly. “It’ll be a long time before she trusts me, or anyone for that matter. I just don’t want her to take off and get herself in any more trouble.”

“Y’know, there is one person who may know how to get through to her,” Tony hinted.

“I’ve tried, Tony, but I don’t know what else to say to her.”

“I actually had someone else in mind.”

“What are you, crazy?” Bucky scoffed.

“No way she’d trust me.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, Buck,” Steve encouraged.

“Don’t you wish you had someone to relate to when you were alone?” Bruce added. “You have a chance to be the person you needed all those years ago.”

Bucky groaned but agreed nonetheless. He made his way to the lab where Y/N was waiting and made sure to knock before entering so as not to startle her.

“Hey, uh, I’m Bucky,” he started. “I thought you could use some company.”

“I know why you’re here,” Y/N said bluntly. “You’re here to gain my trust so I let my guard down.”

“Not entirely.” Bucky sat down on the chair next to yours heavily, ignoring her when she jumped a little. “I get it, you’re scared. Too right, I’d be scared too. We’re not a pretty bunch, plus everyone is loud and obnoxious. But I’ll be damned if I said that I didn’t love everyone here like family.”

Y/N remained quiet, her eyes glued to his as he opened up to her in a way he’d never done before.

“Look, doll, I don’t like people touching me; I hate doctors; Hell knows I’ve had enough people prodding and poking at me; but if I can grow to stomach it, then anyone can.”

Y/N nodded slightly, shifting her gaze to the floor.

“Just give them a shot. And if you feel like you need a little nudge, I‘ll be there to support you.”

“Bruce told me about you,” she said timidly.

Bucky stiffened. “What did he say?”

“You were a soldier, a good man, but you were captured by some bad people. They hurt you and made you do bad things. Is that true?”

He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Is that what happened to you?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N responded sadly. “I think I escaped just in time.”

There was a long silence, neither of them comfortable enough to be the first to break it. There was a soft crinkling sound coming from Y/N’s wings, which she had forced underneath a bathrobe. They rustled when she breathed, and Bucky couldn’t help but worry about how much damage she must be doing to them. He thought back to when he was new in the tower, how Steve stopped at nothing to make him feel welcome, how he’d ground him with stories when Bucky had a particularly bad night, and how he would coax him into eating and talking. He knew that that was what Y/N needed, whether they wanted to talk to each other or not.

“I met Steve in 1930, way back when he was a scrappy little kid getting beat up by every asshole in town. I remember seeing him, having his ass handed to him as usual, and having to finish the fight for him. We’ve been fighting each others battles ever since.” Bucky stared at a spot on the wall directly in front of him, not daring to look if Y/N was listening. “There was one time he practically ran in front of a car to avoid going on a date I’d set him up on. Then I had to break the news to this poor girl that her date for the evening would rather break a rib and three fingers, than go to the pictures with her.”

Bucky continued his stories until the first hint of daybreak shone through the drawn curtains. Never, in nearly eighty years, had he talked so much. But he needed someone to talk to, and Y/N needed someone to listen to. As Bucky eventually finished retailing his life story, he finally glanced over at the girl next to him. She was beaming and bright-eyed, dry tears shimmering on her cheeks. She reached out slowly and clasped both her hands around his prosthetic one, bringing it up to her face and brushing it gently against her lips.

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I’m ready,” she confirmed, stretching her wings out completely.

Bruce and Tony stood behind a glass panel on the other side of the room as the x-ray hummed and flashed. Y/N’s face flickered nervously, but she stayed perfectly still until the machines died down.

“That didn’t hurt at all,” she remarked, as the men stepped back around the glass.

“It’s not supposed to,” Bruce told her. “You know I’ll tell you if something will hurt.”

She nodded solemnly and relaxed as he placed a blood pressure cuff around her bicep.

“This will pinch just a little, just keep your arm still and tell me if it’s too much.” He smiled at her reassuringly as the cuff began to tighten. "Your heart rate is incredibly high." Bruce stared at the numbers on the monitor, not quite sure what to make of them.

"How high?" Tony called from the computer as he processed the x-rays.

“About 300 beats per minute,”

Tony stared at him in shock, and his impression didn’t change when he looked at the images printed in from of him. “You need to take a look at this too.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said slowly after studying the pictures for a while. “What are you?”

“I don’t understand,”

“Your bones,” Tony interjected. “They’re hollow. What’s up with that?”

She shrugged. “I guess it has something to do with the experiments they did on me.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” Bruce pressed.

“The bad doctors from Hydra.”

“I thought Hydra weren’t a threat anymore,” Steve snapped, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

The gang had gathered in the briefing room after Tony decided that they needed to talk about their new revelation. Wanda had volunteered to take care of Y/N, her reason being that the others were just too scary to look at.

“We don’t know how far this goes, it could be old news,” Sam offered.

“Nothing mentioned anything like this when I hacked into their database,” Natasha quipped. “I think someone would have noticed a segment where they created human/bird hybrids.”

“Please don’t call her that, we’re trying to make her feel welcome,” Steve complained. “The best we can do is keep her safe, no doubt if Hydra exist, they’ll want her back.”

“Maybe we could just ask her what she knows?”

“It’s not much, she barely remembered her own name. Plus, I don’t know how willing she’d be to relive that whole experience,” Bruce told them.

“She hurts all the time,” Mantis said shakily. “It was hard to focus on anything when I touched her. It was just so much pain.”

“Y/N needs our help,” Steve stated. “We can figure out if Hydra are still operating by ourselves. If and when Y/N feels more adjusted, we can find out if she remembers anything that could help us.”

“Russia.” There was a voice at the door. Everyone turned to see Wanda and Y/N, the latter was standing strongly with her wings free from a t shirt she had cut holes into. “There was another base in Russia, completely off the books, run by a small team of scientists who trafficked homeless children and spliced their DNA with animals, aliens, and mutants. The test subjects that survived the procedures were then experimented on and forced to engage in combat to kill off any weaker specimens. They would then start again and improve their methods.”

“I accidentally brought back all of her memories when I was searching in her head,” Wanda explained quietly.

“It’s okay,” Y/N reassured her, “I’m tired of running.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this now-” Steve started, but she cut him off.

“I need to. I can’t let them carry on. I- I owe it to the kids that are still there.” A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, but she quickly wiped it away and looked up at Steve boldly. “What do you need to know?”

“Do you remember where this facility is?” Y/N shook her head. “Okay, then we need to retrace your steps from when you escaped.”

“All I remember is running out into the snow and not seeing anything else. I just walked in one direction until I reached civilisation. Then I hopped on a train, then another, then another. I eventually ended up on a cargo ship that brought me here, and I’ve been living on the streets ever since.”

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and, much to everyone’s surprise, she leaned into it and accepted the hug.

The meeting adjourned after a few introductions and sympathy glances. Steve stayed behind to tidy up the mess that his teammates always seemed to leave behind, but was surprised to see that Y/N was still stood there watching him.

“Hey, Y/N, is there something I can help you with?” He asked, clearing the coffee mugs off the table.

“I just wanted to apologise for stealing your wallet the other day. I did some pretty crappy things to survive that I’m not proud of. I just hope you don’t judge me too much.”

“It’s okay, I ran the same scam back in the 40s. Also, you kinda robbed me twice.”

“Bucky told me,” she grinned. “And I robbed you twice? Damn, I must have been losing my touch. I’m glad I let you catch me, I would have left you penniless.”

“Excuse me? I caught you, fair and square.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, grandpa.”

He barked a laugh, acknowledging how she’d inched closer to him. “Okay, fine, it was a pretty even race. Especially since you have an unfair advantage of being able to fly if I got too close.

Y/N’s smile faltered and she took a step back, folding her arms across her chest defensively. “I can’t fly. Not anymore at least. They clipped my wings right before I escaped, I think so they could see if I was still useful. I’ve been too scared to try since, I don’t want to blow my cover.”

“You’re safe here,” Steve guaranteed. “On the bright side, you’re surrounded by people that can help you.”

“What are you thinking?” She asked skeptically.

“You’re going to fly again.”

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thelostandforgottenangel · 4 years ago

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Good Morning everyone! I'm back!

I am happy to say that it is over, any reported harassment's against me were investigated; I had to send so much crap in and was told to wait; I was not guaranteed anything but it is luckily over and I can move past that and enjoy my followers and dear Tumblr family once again

Thank you for the few who gave me the support; I did get the messages whoever you are, I really would like to put a face to them but will not post them publicly to keep everyone safe.

Now I want to take this time to apologize to everyone for whatever I did because for the two people I had contact with talked me out of a very permanent plan to officially leave here if I lost my page after many years of being able to confide in people who cared and built me up because this is my safe zone; my safe haven away from my reality which I do need my escape to forget for just a second.

Returning to Tumblr after a forced hiatus, I was just happy to be back and check on my loved ones; getting my new phone in and finally having access to the internet again had me so happy until I got a message I did not fully understand

Now I had just returned; I had no clue what was going on when this happened and, yes, it upset me deeply to be delighted to talk to somebody I considered a friend and instead while replying to ask how they were doing wanting to be sure they were okay ((Understanding the person had been having troubles before I vanished I was looking in on a friend)) before the chat showed they had blocked me right after

Like everyone on here except one person; there is no way to contact me if I go missing. If I am not here due to I either: 1.) not having internet thanks to the person in control of it or 2.) functioning with a broken phone meaning - I did not get updates unless it was somebody who knew who to contact

I had no other way of reaching out since the friend is no longer active here after leaving months ago.

I had no clue what was transpiring and, Lexi, who anyone who has followed me since the beginning, is my lovely Anonymous penpal who sends me writing ideas for stories and the only real reason I left anonymous asks active because she, like me, suffers from extreme anxiety was trying to boost positivity for me because she understood my situation and the place I am in

I understand now she contacted a lot of people looking for me because; my anon messaging was finally turned off weeks before I left right after I stood up to my bully – I am sorry for that I did not get to say goodbye to anyone because it happened without warning and to those who knew what was going on I knew you would understand, and I know I worried a few people, it was never my plan to be such an inconvenience

Now at some point in the last few days, I had a dear friend send me some things in a submission that I never saw and wish I never had, thankfully; I know now, and for the sake of their sanity and to keep from adding any more drama or toxic actions to our wonderful fandom, they will remain unnamed because I do not want them catching any hate

Nobody here deserves hate.

So I will not be posting the original nor will I release the creator's name; this was a problem between us it stays between us because I do not wish ill on you; I hope you are successful and are having no more issues, I know returning to my page and not seeing any anon hate in my box after ten days is very refreshing for a change

I have seen everything said about me in three possibly four separate posts since it was all sent to me as one with little separations in-between, and I’m okay with it; I guess I have to accept this is how you feel I have nothing else to say on the matter

What you are saying is fine; I’m not going to let it get me, that is your opinion, and as human's, we are all allowed to have an opinion

Now, I don't know if you will see this, but I don’t think you are crazy in any way; I think you are intelligent and you have a huge heart; in our IM's you told me about your disorder also about you mental problem and like I said there I still understand; it runs in my family and, thankfully it bypassed me; but I still have compassion for those battling mental illnesses since I do have a few myself

I didn’t know about the ask you got until you mentioned it before I returned, and since mentioned by my best friend that she got one too earlier in the day I already knew who you were talking about

I had just seen it when I got blocked, and I didn’t fully get to read it until this morning when I was finally able to log on, and yes, I privately told you who that anon was because I had told her what a sweet person you were encouraging her to friend you, I have no idea how I lied but it is okay too

I was not here for those hate messages nor was I involved in anything I get too much hate daily when I am here to even dream of sending it but, nobody will believe me except anyone who has ever interacted with me

In your post, you warned people about three of those five people (Again; the ones I know about will not be named)

I only tried to interact once with your Raph; the response was enough to discourage me from ever trying again; you were stressed I got that because of everything going on I can only imagine you felt like it was an attack, I did not want an RP I just needed somebody to talk to that night, and, for once I didn't go directly to private messages as I do with everyone, that was my fault so I deserved the blow up even if I did not know about that RP until you explained. I apologized, profusely because I felt bad for bringing up – it was to talk, something many know I am not good at, I didn’t know the subject would hurt you; we had never interacted but you had offered to interact with me at one time if I needed you and trying to heal I attempted to reach out on the only thing I had seen on your page a long time ago

I don't get to RP for me haven't for a long while now, but I try to make others happy

But I am sorry I made an effort to reach out; you didn't need that

So if you are in the TMNT fandom, please be cautious because I only seem cause problems for the people I care for

You blocked me, you have your reasons, and yes, I do respect them and, after this post, it is in the past; I hope you are doing and getting along well

And guys, I can’t and will not give the name of this person or do it privately because I don’t want them catching any hate, but please, by all means, if you ever find their blog follow them; they are so talented and deserve so much love from this fandom

Lastly, while I will be staying on Tumblr because I do not want to leave any of you, I will be making several changes to my several pages soon to make sure this never happens again and to all my followers; I love you guys, and for that, I will no longer be posting struggles on here anymore even though I only gave you guys a penny in a 10-gallon bucket because I needed comfort that was too much; my problems are my burden, not yours; and I can not say how sorry I am that I ever put that on any of you

Nobody needs to know what their friends are dealing with when we come here to be happy because it is too much to put on anyone not personally dealing with it, so you will only see the sadness in my stories and only see the struggle in my art

My ask box will be open; anon will alternate day to day but, any hate I hope not to see will be deleted immediately; if your face is on the lovely message; you will be blocked right there just like the last 12 people since quarantine started for me in February

Also, while I am still here *this is a scheduled post it is 4 a.m. my time will post, hopefully after I am asleep cause my sleep schedule is grossly off* I do not want ANY hate streaming from this post, I know my followers will not do that to anyone; this is just me getting it out of my system

We are breaking the chain of toxicity right here! We were not meant to be friends in this lifetime but maybe the next

Tumblr, at one point, was always a beautiful, safe place for many of us who needed a way out of our situations; and when I joined in 2014 as a supernatural blog I was run off, then I came back again in 2016 for TMNT and found my family some of us just wanted a place to be us; to not be judged for who we were, it needs to go back to that for all of its members soon.

We have already lost way too many wonderful creators from here let's not lose any more

And if you have noticed a difference in the last three months, mostly pertaining to my writing; I downloaded Grammarly and started taking classes with my old English teacher on ZOOM who, bless her heart, had to deal with my dumbass in school because I suck at punctuality.

I was very self-conscious about admitting that, but somebody reminded me there is no shame in learning something again and I have been working hard

#scheduled #mun will be on later #been up all night with sick kids

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cryysiswritesthings · 4 years ago

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A Summer of Lifetimes | Week 1: Heat Wave

Fandom: Inuyasha Rating: PG Warning: N/A Prompt: Heat Wave

Find it on: Tumblr |AO3

Collections: Sparks Fly in July Tumblr Tags: #kogkag #inuyasha #a summer of lifetimes #sparks fly in july #kogkag event 2020 #prompt: heat wave

Salty air and a cool ocean breeze. The perfect thing to battle all of the unbearable heat.

"Kagome, come on!"

Turning towards her friends, Kagome's smile was bright as she ran after them.

The sand was hot under her feet, but she ignored it and instead helped Sango put up the tent canopy. Yuka made sure the fitted sheet they'd brought with them was caught on each corner, creating the perfect square to help keep off most of the sand. Eri was setting out their towels and other belongings, and Ayumi set both of their coolers on the sheet. Working together, the five girls had their space set up in just a few minutes, and they couldn't suppress a cheer at their success.

"This is gonna be great! Now we just have to get a picture, and then we can hit water!"

While Yuka and Eri ran off to find someone willing to help them, Kagome dug in her beach bag to find her tripod and camera. With her degree in photography, the girls all agreed to use their phones when they wanted quick pics for social media, but for all the good stuff they used her camera.

It looked like the two girls had found someone, so she hurried to finish setting up the tripod. She wasn't planning on using it a lot today, but it never hurt to have around just in case.

"Guys, we found someone!" Eri called, dragging some poor kid behind her. He couldn't have been more than 14, and judging by the blush on his face, had probably only agreed because he thought Yuka was pretty.

Kagome shared a quick look with Sango, and the two struggled not to laugh. Leave it to Eri to get all the attention.

"Thanks so much, we appreciate it!" Ayumi bounced to her feet, her sunny smile sending the poor boy into a nervous stutter. Deciding to have some sympathy for the kid, Kagome picked up her phone and set it to camera mode before handing it to him. The red head smiled, fiddling with the controls a bit while the five of them got into position.

"Okay, we're ready!" Ayumi's cheer was infectious, and the girls all huddled close, a tangle of limbs, dark hair and excited smiles.

The boy looked a little confused, not sure if they were serious or not, but he'd snapped a few candid shots while they were setting up. If this was how they wanted to stand though... "Are you sure?"

"Yep! Go ahead and snap it!"

Shaking his head but not about to argue, he gave them another moment to settle. "Say beach day!"

"Beach day!"

Their laughter at his silly joke made the picture perfect, and he took a few more candid shots as the girls untangled themselves. More than one managed to fall over in the sand, and he held the phone out to its owner as she came over.

"I took some other pictures of you guys too. I-is that okay?"

"You did?" Curious, Kagome flipped through the photos and laughed. "These are amazing! Thank you so much."

The red head flushed at the praise, preening at the attention. "No problem! If you guys want me to take anymore, my grandma and I are right over there." He pointed out their spot on the beach, waving at the old woman excitedly.

Laughing, Kagome waved hello as well and turned back to the boy. "I'll definitely keep it in mind. What's your name?"

"My name's Shippo!"

"Pleasure to meet you, Shippo. I'm Kagome, and these are my friends Eri, Yuka, Sango, and Ayumi," she told him, pointing to each of her friends as she named them. "We'll be here for a while today, so if you want to come play we'd be happy to have you."

The younger boy couldn't have looked more excited if he tried. "Really? You mean it?"

"Absolutely!"

"That's awesome!" The old woman called his name, dragging Shippo's attention away. "I have to go now, but I'll find you later, okay?"

"We'll be waiting." Kagome waved goodbye as he ran off, and finally looked back to her own friends who were fiddling with her camera. "Hey! Be nice to my equipment!"

"We are, don't worry!" Yuka looked up from over Sango's shoulder. "Sango's the only one whose touched it."

Only mildly reassured, Kagome went to reclaim her camera. Sango had taken the same basic photography classes as her, so she at least knew what she was doing. That wouldn't stop the others from messing with things though.

The athletic woman grinned at her, placing the camera in its spot on the stand. “I got everything set up for you. We said we wanted to try some of those jump shots, right?”

A chorus of ‘yes yes yes’ answered her question, and Kagome shook her head at Sango’s delighted laugh. The things she did for these girls, honestly.

“Fine, get over there while I double check.” The four scurried away, and Kagome took a moment to check the lighting and set the timer. Once the flash started, it would take a series of shots, letting her choose the best of the bunch.

It didn’t take long to get the pictures they wanted, and at Kagome’s word the four of them took off like a shot to the water. Laughing under breath, the photographer searched up and down the shore. This beach was known for its waves, and if she was lucky, she might be able to take some shots of someone trying to surf.

It looked like there were some surfers a ways down, so she made sure to yell out to her friends where she’d be going. The last thing she needed was them scouring the beach for her and potentially screwing up a shot.

That’s not really fair though, Kagome thought to herself, heading towards her goal. I’d be upset with them too if they just up and disappeared without telling me.

Ever since Ayumi’s scare at the club a few months ago, all of them had gotten into the habit of checking in on each other in public. Out here on the beach, where anyone in the distance looked like just another spec of sand, it was doubly important.

Shaking her head loose of those disturbing thoughts, Kagome came to a stop when she reached a nice, unobtrusive distance. She wanted to take a few practice shots to correct the settings on her camera. Then when they came ashore after she’d gotten a few, she’d ask them about using the images in her gallery if they came out well enough.

The glaring sun gave enough light that she didn’t need her flash, but it did make her wish she’d remembered to grab her sun hat. She’d put on some sunscreen as soon as she and the others had gotten out of the car though, so at least there was that. Now she just had to hope she didn’t sweat it all off.

The coming of a larger swell set the small group of surfers cheering, each egging the other on. But it was the one with long black hair who swam forward, so he was who she focused her camera on.

He moved like he was born for it. He had no trouble catching his balance on the board, grin wide as his hand reached out to break a path through the wall of water. He matched the highs and lows of the wave until it broke, and his back smacked the surface of the water when he finally came to a stop.

Kagome winced in sympathy, but she laughed along with the others. She’d heard that smack from here, there was no way it hadn’t hurt. But he’d done it to himself, so it was really his own fault.

The surfer came spluttering up for air, and as the next wave rose, another took his place.

She wasn’t really sure how long she’d sat there for, taking more and more pictures as time went on. So focused on whichever surfer happened to be catching the wave at the time, she didn’t notice the attention the group of men had started giving her. They playfully shoved at each other, attempting to convince one of their own to start a conversation with the bikini clad photographer.

But again, the one to take the lead was the long haired male, swimming to shore and heading in her direction. Kagome flipped through the images on her camera, deleting a few shots that had come out blurrier than intended. She had no idea she was even being approached until a shadow blocked her light.

Looking up in surprise, she felt a bright flush heat her cheeks. Her favorite of the bunch so far, he was a good head taller than she was, dark hair tied in a high pony tail and eyes as blue as the sky behind him. She couldn’t tell if the warm color of his skin was natural, or if so much time in the sun had left him permanently dark.

“So,” even his voice reminded her of the beach, waves lapping at wet sand, “are you gonna introduce yourself, or just keep taking pictures and leave us hanging?”

Blustering, she jumped up to stand, only just catching herself from falling face first in the sand. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude! I was only taking some candid shots on the beach when I saw you and your friends--”

“Whoa, easy,” he laughed, the hand not holding up his board raising defensively. “I’m not complaining, neither are the others. We just didn’t know what exactly you were doing. Well,” was she seeing things, or had he just blushed? “Aside from taking pictures, I mean. You’d been at it for a while, so I thought I’d come see what was up.” He seemed to regain his composure, because he smirked. “My name’s Kouga.”

“Kagome,” she returned easily, feeling playful and at ease even as she eyed him suspiciously. “Do you always let people you don’t know take pictures of you?”

Kouga, as she now knew him, grinned. “As long as they’re as pretty as you, I’ve got no reason to complain.”

Her laugh was bright and surprised. “That has got to be one of the worst pick up lines I’ve ever heard.”

“Stick around for a while, I’ve got plenty more.”

While she snickered, he took the moment to clear his throat. “So, did you want to?”

Not bothering to hide her amused smile, she quirked a brow. “Did I want to what?”

“Stick around for a while.” He tilted his head briefly, using it to point in the direction of his friends who were coming back to the shore. “We’re gonna take a break, have a few beers. You can come sit with us if you want? Show off the pictures you took.”

Looking behind her, Kagome found her group of friends in the far distance. They were still out in the water, and it looked like Shippo had joined in on their fun. He was splashing Sango in the face with water, and she was using the other girls as laughing bodyguards. They looked like they were having fun. She should probably be getting back to them.

But…

Kouga’s eyes, the same color as the sky, flashed in her mind. Something told her this wasn’t an opportunity to let go of.

Turning back to the taller male, she smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

His answering grin outshone the sun.

#kogkag #inuyasha #a summer of lifetimes #sparks fly in july #kogkag event 2020 #prompt: heat wave

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wayward-river · 6 years ago

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My Bulldog

Reggie x Sweet Pea Sister!Reader

AN: This is my first attempt at writing for Reggie so I hope y’all like it! All mistakes are my own and I do not own the gif. As always shout out to @xserpentlife for being my beta on this! Enjoy this 3284 Reggie fic!

AN 2: This was requested! My requests are open still so if you have one don’t be shy to send it in! Hope the nonny who requested likes this!

AN 3 : I am also trying out something new with a separator to make it look better since tumblr doesn’t like my spacing and pretty much deletes it so let me know if y’all want it to continue that way or if you absolutely hate it and its confusing! Just trying out different things.

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Talk of past abuse, If that is triggering in any way please do not read.

You walked out of your last class your eyes searching a smile lighting up your face as you locked eyes with Reggie leaning against your locker.

“I can’t believe you and Mantle of all people.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

You smacked his shoulder

“He’s cute and he didn’t give up I mean he tried for two months.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah but remember when he hated us. If I remember right he called you a Serpent -”

“It’s in the past Pea, just drop it and be nice if he shows up to the Wyrm. People can change.” You scolded him as you walked away towards your locker.

“I still don’t get it” Sweet Pea muttered.

“Yeah well she didn’t get the whole Josie thing either” Fangs quipped.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah well I thought my sister would have learned her lesson through my mistakes.”

“Hey handsome” You smiled standing up on your tiptoes as you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Hi beautiful” Reggie smiled as his hands went to your waist bringing you into him. “Your brother seems to love me extra today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I wish you two could just get along for at least like an hour. I mean you could try at the Wyrm tonight?”

“I don’t know Y/N I don’t think I’m exactly welcome there. Plus I have a game tonight remember? I thought you were coming?”

“I am Reg. I just thought you know after we could meet up with everyone. I really want you to get to know them.” You pleaded.

“I know baby, but I get it. I wasn’t really the best to begin with I mean I’m really lucky to have gotten a chance with you after some of my comments” Reggie looked down at you his grip tighter on your hips.

“Yeah well, I am a forgiving person plus you were raised to hate anyone that wasn’t a northsider, I get it but I’m glad we got past it and I’m glad you changed.”

Reggie chuckled. “Yeah we are a modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

You leaned up pressing your lips against Reggies.

“I’ll see you at the game?” Reggie asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You grabbed Reggies hand as he led you to your bike.

You walked out the doors praying that your brother and Fangs would be gone. To your luck they were standing there messing around.

“Oh boy. Please just don’t take anything he says seriously.”

Reggie hummed, his arm still around you.

Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up to the sound of footsteps nearing them. “Mantle.” Sweet Pea glared.

“Sweet Pea.” Reggie answered. “I was uh just walking Y/N to her bike” Reggie turned to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you at the game later”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled as you watched him walk away.

“You are going to a bulldog game? I never thought I’d see the day.” Sweet Pea laughed.

You glared at your brother. “When your boyfriend is the quarterback you go to the games.”

Sweet Pea sighed. “Just be careful okay? You coming to the Wyrm after?”

You shook your head no. “I think I’m going over to Reggie’s after. He doesn’t exactly feel welcome at the Wyrm.”

Sweet Pea put his hands up in surrender. “Hey not my fault.”

You scoffed. “Kind of is. You know the younger ones wouldn’t give him shit if you were just nice.”

“I’m sorry if I’m trying to protect my baby sister from being heart broken.”

“Reggie would never.” You straddled your bike. “I’m going home, I won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up.” You smirked as you started up your bike.

“Gross Y/N/N. I don’t need to know your sex life.” Sweet Pea groaned.

“Yeah well at least you don’t have to hear the girls. “Oh Sweet Pea right there, Oh Sweet Pea you are so good.” and that one weird “I’ve been a bad girl daddy.” Cause that is so much fun to hear that about your older brother.”

Sweet Pea went silent. “Valid point I’ll try to tone down the babes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah...sure.” You flipped him off as you headed home.

You sat in the stands your black serpent jacket clashing against the blue and gold shirts and jackets. Some would make comments at the beginning until they found out you were Reggies girl and began to leave you alone.

You hollered as you watched Reggie throw to Archie running it in tieing up the score.

You watched Reggie run off the field, waiting for the defense to hopefully make a stop so he can get back on the field. You may be Reggie's girlfriend but this was his first love.

You cheered as Reggie ran back on.

Wincing as you watched him get tackled to the ground, laying there not jumping back up like usual.

“REGGIE!” You screamed out jumping up from your seat.

You bit your nails as you sat back down, praying to anyone who would listen.

“Please get up baby, please, please.” You murmured as you held your breath.

The crowd was silent and the next three minutes felt like an eternity as you watched Archie help Reggie up as he walked it off giving a thumbs up to the crowd as they cheered.

You released the breath you were holding, but your mind still wandered to him being hurt.

“Please don’t go back on the field Reg. Stay on the sidelines.” You muttered to yourself, sighing when you saw him running back on.

The first play throwing an interception allowing the other team to run it in taking the lead.

You watched the clock run out, your shoulders slumping. Reggie was always down after a loss, and tonight he was going to end up blaming himself.

You waited in the parking lot by Reggie’s truck waiting to see him, to see with your own eyes that he was okay. Finally you saw him walk out with Archie your eyes scanning him. You could tell he was leaning more on his left side, favoring his right and that was what made your mind up. You sprinted towards him.

Archie patted Reggie’s you watched his face contorted with pain, before he walked towards you.

Reggie gave you a smile. “Hey beautiful”

Your face didn’t change from the worry that had been plastered on since you watched Reggie hit the ground.

“Baby, I’m okay.” Reggie began.

You scoffed. “I saw that hit Reg. I saw you unable to get up, and I saw you favor your right on your way to me, don’t bullshit a bullshitter Reggie Mantle. I get that enough from Pea.”

Reggie got closer to you pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m a little sore...but we can go to my place and you can play nurse if you really want to make sure I’m okay.”

You nodded against his chest.

“Lets go, I’m driving though no need for you to injure yourself more.” You scolded.

You pulled up to the Mantle residence. “You sure your parents aren’t home? I mean I can walk to the trailer…I know they aren’t southsides biggest fans”

“Y/N I told you before I don’t care if they see me with you but no they are not home”

“I know you want to tell them but I can’t put you in that position.”

Reggie reached out his hand on your thigh. “I wish you would let me. I could take it. I just want to be able to show you off, bring you around for holidays, just I don’t get it Y/N/N.”

You placed your hand on his. “I mean you see how Pea acts, your parents will probably be a million times worse. Sweet Pea can get over his differences especially after dating Josie, but I don’t know about yours Reg and I can’t put you in harms way or you choosing me over family, and I can’t lose you.”

Reggie nodded squeezing your leg. “Alright baby, let’s go inside.”

You handed the keys over to Reggie, as you followed him inside. “Alright, I’ll grab some ice packs and you head up to my room okay?”

You nodded climbing up the stairs and heading into his room. You looked around before heading into his bathroom grabbing some of his wraps you had bought him after the first football injury you had witnessed.

“Babe?” Reggie called out as he walked into his room.

You walked out of the bathroom holding up the wrap. “Just grabbing some things….can you take your shirt off”

Reggie wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice to get out of my clothes.”

You let out a laugh as you watched Reggie set the ice packs down and pulling off his shirt.

“Okay Reg, sit on the bed. Let’s look at you.” Your eyes took in the dark purple forming on his ribs and the ones that littered his back. You gently traced the one on his ribs. “I wish you didn’t put yourself in harms way.” You mumbled.

“Oh what like I ask you not to, I guess we're both a little stubborn huh”

You grabbed the ice pack and gently placing it onto him.

Reggie let out a pained hiss. You grabbed the wrap. “Okay I have to do this tightly otherwise that bruise is only going to get uglier.” You informed him.

He gave a nod. You paused before you started. “Talk to me, it will take your mind off of the pain.”

Reggie chuckled. “How’d you get so good at this?”

“Well Sweet Pea has been apart of the Serpents now for since, well I was eight and a half, and he was ten. He came home from a job pretty beat up and I decided to learn how to take care of him. So I grabbed as many books as I could from the library and taught myself. I’m now the go to person for patching people up for the Serpents. I can’t tell you how much trouble Fangs and Pea have gotten into.” You slightly laughed. “Okay babe, I have to pull tight.” You informed him.

“Okay, do it.”

You pulled the wrap tightly tying the ends together so it would stay. Reggie hissed again but you were done. You stepped away picking up his shirt and handing it to him. Reggie threw it back onto the floor before grabbing you pulling you in between his legs.

“Cuddle with me?” He asked as his hands travelled up and down your sides.

You gave a nod going to move next to Reggie before he stilled as the sound of a door slamming travelled throughout the house.

Reggie got up his hands now gripping your waist tightly. “Get in the closet.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “I can protect myself Reggie. I am not hiding in a closet.”

“Baby I know you can protect yourself but right now I need you to get in the closet for me.” Your arms stayed folded as you glared. Reggies eyes darting between you and the door.

“I don’t have time for your stubborn ass and I know you are going to yell at me for this but fuck it” Reggie rushed out before his grip turned into picking you up and putting you over his shoulder. He sucked in a breath as he opened the closet door.

“Stay here. Please.” He pleaded in a tone you never heard before as he sat you in the closet and pushed the door closed, not realizing he left it open slightly.

You crouched down in his closet furious that he wouldn’t let you help him but breathing as soft as you could, your eyes closed as you heard the shouting begin to get closer and closer to Reggie’s room. Shouting was never good for you as it always took you back to the trailer. You remember your parents shouting and even Sweet Pea shouting at your mother as she walked out on the two of you after a year of your father being gone. Another face lost to the war. Sweet Pea always wore the dog tags but you would steal them from time to time. You could make out Reggie and his father through the crack that was left open.

“I went to your game Reginald” Reggies father explained.

Reggie stilled.

“Want to explain what a serpent girl is doing there cheering and worrying about you when you take a hit?”

“Dad I can expl-” Reggie began.

Reggies father held his hand up. “No need to. You got involved with a Serpent Slut, I get it temptations and all that but it needs to end and it needs to end now.”

Reggie was furious. “SHE IS NOT A SERPENT SLUT. I LOVE HER. I will not be ending anything with her. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

You tensed in the closet as the yelling got more aggressive sucking in a breath at Reggies confession. You heard a commotion and a grunt come from Reggie. You knew what happened and it killed you inside.

“You will Reginald. Don’t test me.”

You heard the door slam shut. You gave a few minutes before you pushed the closet door open. Your eyes landing on Reggie sitting on his bed. His head down.

“Reg.” You whispered out rushing to him. “I can’t believe you just told your dad about me, tell me you are okay please.”

Reggie looked up at you. Your eyes shut a few tears slipping out. You felt Reggies hands wipe them away. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed. “Your dad just hit you Reg. You are not fine.”

“It’s not the first time. I’ll heal.” Reggie said softly.

Your eyes snapped to his. The unshed tears still in your y/e/c eyes.

“What do you mean Reggie Mantle.”

“I’m fine Y/N just don’t worry about me.”

“Let me help you Reg. Please.”

Reggie shook his head no.

“Why don’t you protect yourself? Hit him back.” You whispered.

“It wouldn’t be right. I can’t do that. It would kill my mom” He answered honestly.

You nodded. “I get it. Can you let me help you please? Come stay with me for a few days.”

Reggie was silent.

“Please Reggie.” You pleaded.

“What about Sweet Pea?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. It’s my trailer too.” You responded quickly.

Reggie gave a small nod.

“Okay but we go through the window.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time” You sassed bringing a smirk to Reggies face. You smiled seeing him coming back into himself a bit.

You walked into the trailer first, Reggie following you in. Hoping Sweet Pea was still at the Wyrm.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed from the kitchen.

You jumped tensing. Yelling at Reggies was one thing, but yelling in the trailer always put you on edge.

“I’m helping him” You replied trying to make your voice as steady as possible.

“What would a northsider need help with? Too much money problems? I don’t like him here Y/N”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m helping him with the same shit I went through Sweet Pea.” Your voice was laced with hurt.

Sweet Pea stilled. Reggies eyes went wide as they darted to you quickly.

“So if you could stop yelling that would be fucking great.” You glared at your older brother.

Sweet Peas shoulders dropped. He had tried to protect you but it only made things worse for you, before your mom walked out.

“Y/N/N, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just-” Sweet Pea started.

“I didn’t either, but he is staying with me whether you like it or not Pea.”

Sweet Pea nodded as he watched you take Reggies hand leading him to your bedroom.

Reggie walked in first and you followed shutting the door and leaning against it. Reggie took in your room. Your walls littered with pictures of you and Sweet Pea as well as Jughead, Toni and Fangs. A framed picture of the two of you sat on your nightstand with a heart drawn into the white frame, my bulldog, my heart scrawled out in your handwriting.

Reggie turned to you. Your eyes closed. “Y/N, why did you never tell me?”

You opened your eyes using the back of your hand to wipe the tears. “I don’t know it happened a long time ago and well you didn’t exactly tell me either Reg.”

Reggie nodded. Getting on your bed leaning up against the wall as he patted the side next to him.

You sniffled as you walked over laying down next to him your head laying on his chest.

You sniffled quietly before you spoke. “Just please don’t go back. Stay here with me. You’ll be protected, you don’t even have to be a serpent. A serpents person is protected, even Sweet Pea would protect you feelings set aside, a-and you are my person Reggie. I- well, I love you too.”

Reggie brought his arm around you pulling you to him tightly.

“I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way” He confessed placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your arm moved placing it across him as gently as you could. “We will have to replace that ice pack soon.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Y/N, I’m serious I had it all planned out for our date next week, and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry that I ever called you that, and I will hurt anyone that even dares to utter those words to you and to any serpent.”

You smiled against his chest. “I forgave you a long time ago for that Reg. It’s okay really, and I know it’s not how you wanted to tell me but it’s okay really Reggie.”

Reggie lifted your chin so you were looking into each others eyes. “I love you so fucking much”

You smiled as Reggie leaned down capturing your lips with his. You stayed like that eventually drifting off to sleep in Reggies arms.

Reggies POV

A soft knock came from Y/N’s door. “Come in.” I tried to speak as softly as I could.

I looked up locking eyes with Sweet Pea. He looked from Y/N to me.

“I-I uh I’m sorry for being such a dick lately. She’s just my little sister and I haven’t always been able to protect her but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

I nodded.

“Just don’t hurt her Mantle, and stay here as long as you need. I won’t give you any shit.” Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck. “And maybe join us at the Wyrm sometime? I know Fangs and Toni have missed that little shit.”

I looked down at Y/N sleeping in my arms. “I don’t plan on ever hurting her or letting her go, she’s the best thing to happen to me. I love your sister Sweet Pea and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her too, and yeah she’s been begging me to go I just didn’t want to step on your toes man.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “Well you are family now so you are welcome even if I was to not like it. I’ve been a real asshole so yeah I’ll let you two be.”

I nodded as Sweet Pea as he shut the door. Placing a kiss on the top of Y/N’s head again before drifting off to sleep myself.

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What A Nice Surprise CH.4

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(I’m not getting any options for linebreaks - did Tumblr seriously delete them? Luckily there are none in this chapter but oof.)

Danny rang the doorbell to his own house. It was slowly becoming normal for him – just like calling his parents Maddie and Jack had become normal over time. Hell, now that he was spending extended amounts of time around his parents as Phantom, he had to start reminding himself not to call them that when he turned back. How weird would that be, if he called them by their names as Fenton?

Everything about this situation was just so weird. Jazz would have a field day with this if she knew. That, and she would be very very worried.

Which is why he wasn’t planning on telling anyone just yet. His parents’ support for Phantom was good enough for now. Besides, he had made it through the past two years without trouble – why would he tell anyone?

Anyway, he was visiting as Phantom once again. It hadn’t been very long since his last visit – only about a week or so. But it was Saturday, and he figured he might as well. Besides, Johnny and Kitty were in town – which made this a good moment to introduce his parents to some non-malevolent ghosts without having to travel to the Ghost Zone.

The door swung open, his dad’s massive frame filling the space. The man glanced around, then stepped aside. Clearly he, too, had gotten used to the invisible visits from Phantom.

“Hey Phantom,” Jack greeted him when Danny became visible again. “What can we do for you today?”

Smiling, Danny shrugged. “Nothing. Just dropping by, if that’s okay?”

His dad’s face brightened even further. “Of course that’s okay! Mads is down in the lab, do you want me to call her up or…?”

“We can go down.” Danny glanced away, then turned back with a sheepish expression. “I, uh. I actually had an idea for something we could do. To work on your research, I mean.”

“Really?” Jack had started leading the way, so Danny couldn’t see his expression, but he sure sounded enthusiastic. “What do you have in mind?”

“If you can wait for a moment, I’ll tell you when we get down.” Danny smirked at his dad, even though the man didn’t look. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself for Maddie.”

Jack huffed in that way he always did when he was pouting. Danny’s smirk simply widened as they entered the lab.

“Jack? Phantom?” His mom looked up from the invention she was working on. “What’s going on?”

“Phantom wouldn’t let me tell his idea,” Jack complained, still pouting. Maddie shot Danny an incredulous look, which he answered with a shrug.

“I didn’t want to have to repeat myself to tell you as well.” He floated over to a nearby chair, perching on its back. “I had an idea for your research, but you’ll have to leave the house.”

“Oh?” His mom pulled her hood off, revealing a quirked eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

Folding his arms over the chair, Danny tried to look casual. “I figured I could introduce you two to some other ghosts. Kinda slim pickings on this side of the Zone, but I’ve got an ally over at Casper High, and Johnny and Kitty are in town and usually okay.”

Then he shifted, getting a little fidgety. “That is, um. If you are okay with that?”

“That’s…” Maddie paused, glanced over at her husband. “Actually, that’s a pretty good idea. We already knew that you were pretty strange for a ghost, Phantom. Having more proof of ghosts behaving non-malevolently would be useful.”

Danny grimaced at the casual reminder that somehow people had figured out that he wasn’t a regular ghost. “Right, um. I figured as much. We can start with Sidney, since I actually know where to find him.”

“Actually, Phantom,” his dad crept closer, looking rather thoughtful, “I – we – would like you meet someone, first.”

Frowning, Danny shifted to look at both of his parents. “Oh? Who?”

“Our son, Danny!” A massive hand came down on Danny’s shoulder, which thankfully covered his wince. Right. His parents thought that Danny Fenton was home – it was a regular Saturday, after all. Now how was he gonna cover for this…

“Really?” He made sure to look interested – or as interested as he had been when he met Jazz, at least. “Well, I mean. If he’s interested in meeting me, I’m not opposed either.”

“Of course he’ll be interested!” His dad scoffed at the thought of Danny not being interested in meeting Phantom. “Danny-boy has always been interested in ghosts, you see. But he doesn’t speak about it much, I think it embarrasses him.”

Or maybe he didn’t speak about it much because he didn’t want to attract attention to himself. Being interested or knowledgeable about ghosts wasn’t much to be ashamed of anymore, now that ghosts were actually known to be real. And, in the case of Phantom, widely beloved.

“Well, in that case.” Danny shrugged. “I suppose it would be a little silly to meet one of your kids and not the other, right?” Or, they would think it was weird. He had no reason to not want to meet Danny Fenton – none besides the fact that he was Danny Fenton, of course.

He just… he had to find a way to get out of this. If he could get a duplicate going, it would be fairly easy to blow off Phantom as Danny Fenton. But to do that, he had to sneak out a copy. And while he had gotten fairly good at making duplicates – and maintaining them – creating them unseen was still a little tricky.

Trailing behind his parents as they went of the stairs, Danny made sure to go just a little slower than usual. When no one was looking, he tugged on his core and prayed that the duplicate would come out invisible like he wanted. The line snapped, and Danny could sense the copy but not see him. Good.

Like all duplicates, the copy knew exactly what Danny wanted from him. It wasn’t a direct link, not usually – that cost more energy than it was worth. Instead he simply imparted the duplicate with his orders, and the copy would, for better or worse, follow those instructions to the best of his abilities. But they were just enough like him to put their own twist on them – to act just right enough.

“Danny-boy?” his dad called once they arrived at the base of the stairs to the next floor. “Can you come down for a minute?”

A moment of silence. Danny tensed reflexively – surely his duplicate had…?

“Coming!” his own voice answered from upstairs. Footsteps, and then Danny Fenton appeared around the corner. “What’s up, dad?”

His dad gestured at Danny – real Danny, who was Phantom right now – and smiled. “Hey son. Why don’t you come and meet our new ally, Phantom?”

The duplicate glanced between Jack and Danny – Phantom. Then he shrugged, not looking particularly enthused. “I mean, I guess. But I’m kinda busy right now, and it’s not like I’ve never seen Phantom before.”

Mom narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze from Danny to Phantom. “Really now?”

“I’m at the school all the time,” Danny said, taking his eyes off of the duplicate to look at her. “You wouldn’t believe how many ghost attacks there are at Casper High. The kids there have seen me a lot.”

“Yeah, exactly.” The duplicate nodded his agreement. “Plus, like I said. Busy. And I’m sure you three have other things to do, too.”

The fake Danny Fenton gave a short wave, then turned around and walked back into his room. Moments later Danny felt the duplicate dissipate – he had done exactly as required.

“I guess he wasn’t as enthusiastic as I expected.” His dad frowned, looking at Danny a little apologetically. “Sorry Phantom.”

“It’s fine.” He flapped a hand, dismissive. “You never know with teenagers. Trust me, I know.”

His mom clicked her tongue. “That’s because you’re one yourself, Phantom.”

“Doesn’t that make me an expert?” He grinned, in that way that he knew was just a tad too cocky. “As a teen myself?”

Then he floated past his parents, moving towards the front door. “Either way, I hope you’re not tired of teens yet. The ghost we’re meeting first, Sidney Poindexter, is a teenage ghost as well.”

They nodded, and his dad pulled out the notebook again. “Ah, yes. Haunts Casper High and is on neutral grounds with you, right? Occasionally fights bullies?”

He ran through the list, mentally. Yes, that sounded about right. Sidney was actually an ally of his, but he hadn’t told his parents as much. After all, Sidney was mostly an ally for Fenton, not Phantom.

“Yeah, that’s correct. We’ll be meeting him by Casper High.”

“We’ll take the GAV,” his mom said, pulling the key from a pocket in her jumpsuit. “Will you ride with us or will you fly?”

Shrugging, he halted by the front door. “Might as well ride with you, if that’s okay.”

She scoffed, unlocking the front door and walking towards the garage. “Of course it’s okay. Why would I ask if it wasn’t?”

“People can be stupid like that, sometimes.” He grinned at her raised eyebrow. “Ghosts, especially, like to offer things and then not follow through. Especially if they think that it’ll get me off of their tails.”

“What’s the most alluring offer one has made you?” his dad asked, looking bright-eyed and curious.

Danny hummed, thinking it over for a moment. Or, more accurately, thinking if he should reveal the truth of not. And if yes, how to twist it in a way that wouldn’t give anything away.

“I suppose… The one time a ghost offered to teach me, when I was new and struggling to control my powers.” He looked away, one hand moving to rub his neck automatically. “He offered to help me. And he was so genuine about it too – he really did intend to follow through on it.”

“But?” His mom unlocked the GAV, the sound of which almost hid the question. She had clearly caught on to his unsaid words.

“But the prize was too high. He really did want to train me. But only in return for something I couldn’t give him, couldn’t let him do.” And what a shame that had been. Vlad had been the first human to find out, and still was the only human that knew. He knew what it was like, to be a halfa. To have no one in the know.

But instead of supporting Danny, he threatened his family. And that wasn’t something Danny could overlook.

“I’m sorry to hear that, kid.” A massive hand landed on his shoulder, and Danny looked up to see his dad’s sad expression. “Sometimes people are jerks. Ghosts, unfortunately, are no exception to this.”

“I know.” Danny sighed, shoulders slumping down. “But he was one of the first I met, and… I guess I really could’ve used that support, back then. It’s better now – I have my ghostly allies, and,” he looked up, “And I’ve got you two, as well. But I didn’t have any of that back then.”

His dad released him to clamber into the vehicle, and Danny followed by phasing through its walls. Once he was inside, his mom looked over her shoulder at him, with a far more fierce expression. “Is this a ghost we know? Because I would love to tell him off, next time he comes around.”

Danny snorted at the thought. Oh, if only. “Uh, yeah. He calls himself Plasmius, but you guys tend to call him the Wisconsin Ghost. I think I’ve mentioned him before.”

“He’s the one that tricked me into catching you, right?” Jack frowned, deep in thought. “The one I beat up in the lab when he tried to steal the Portal?”

“That’s the one,” Danny confirmed, lying down on his stomach mid-air, right behind and between his parents. “He’s a real jerk. My arch-nemesis, if I had to pick one.”

“Really?” The car roared to life, and Maddie started carefully turning it onto the road. “I would’ve expected a ghost we encounter more often. Plasmius we barely see.”

Another snort. “The keyword there is ‘see’. Plasmius comes here all the time to mess with me, but he knows how to stay hidden.” It wasn’t even come, really. Vlad was in Amity Park constantly. Hell, he was even the mayor! “He’s sneaky, so no one but me knows how much he’s here, really.”

“Wow, that’s… unfortunate.” A creak as Jack shifted, uncomfortable. “Maybe we should look into making some kind of city-wide ghost radar. So ghosts like him can’t escape our supervision.”

He would really rather they didn’t do that. Because most of their radars picked up on Danny, and if they had them everywhere… Well, it would only be a matter of time before they caught him shifting from Fenton to Phantom.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said hurriedly, holding up his hands. “I’ve got it handled. Besides, Plasmius can hide from ghost hunting equipment, just like I can.” Well, from all equipment but the Fentons’, but that wasn’t something they needed to know about.

“You sure?” His mom didn’t look away from the road, so he couldn’t see her face, but she sounded concerned enough. “We want to help, Phantom. You know that, right?”

He sighed. Somehow his parents always found a way to play on his emotions. This was why he hadn’t told his friends – because they would’ve wanted to help, no matter the danger. “I know, I know. But I’ve got it handled. Let me deal with the ghosts, and you two can focus on your research, yeah?”

A sigh. “Alright. But if you ever need–”

“If I ever need help I’ll come, I promise.” He cut her off before she could finish the sentence. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”

“We’re just worried about you, kid.” The car came to a stop, but his dad kept talking. “You already admitted that no one helps you, and that most ghosts you’re allied with stay in the Ghost Zone. And you’ve made it through the last two years, sure, but…” he trailed off, falling into silence.

Danny sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “I get it. I know, you’re worried. But I’ll be fine, okay? And I promise to come for help if I ever need it.” God, and this was without his parents knowing that this was their actual son. If they ever found out the truth…

Well, he was pretty sure that he would never leave the house again if they found out. Forget worries about them studying him, they were gonna be too busy parenting him.

“We’re here, by the way.” His mom undid her seat belt, and Danny jolted back to awareness. Indeed, they were in the Casper High parking lot. “Does your friend know we’re coming?”

“Uh.” Danny phased through the side of the car, waiting for a moment until his parents had left the vehicle as well. “Sort of? I asked him if I could introduce you guys to each other, but I didn’t set a specific time or day or something like that.”

“Go find him, then.” His mom leaned back against the side of the car, loosely crossing her arms. “We’re not breaking into a school during the weekend to look for a ghost if he’s perfectly capable of coming outside.”

“Yes ma’am.” Danny jokingly saluted her, then dove into the building. It wasn’t hard to find Sidney – the boy tended to stay close to their shared locker.

As they flew back towards the car – and Danny’s parents – Sidney shot him a glance and asked, carefully, “Your parents, right? But they don’t know?”

“Yeah.” He phased through a wall, taking the more direct route outside. “And they think we’re just on neutral grounds, not allies. We have a deal, so you’re allowed to stay at Casper High and I keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t go too far while picking on bullies.”

Sidney nodded, and they emerged from the building. “Gotcha, buddy. Don’t worry about me!”

“I’m never worried about you.” Danny rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly. “You’ve been fine without me for 50 years, I’m sure you can handle yourself.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Sidney said as they finally came close enough to the Fentons for them to be able to hear the conversation. “I might surprise you!”

“Surprise him how?” Jack asked, curious and excited. “Is this a ghost thing?”

“No.” Danny rolled his eyes somewhat fondly. His dad and ghosts, really. “It’s not important.”

“Just some friendly ribbing,” Sidney agreed with a nod. “As us teenagers do.”

His mom shook her head disapprovingly, but didn’t object. The expression on her face said more than enough – teenagers, right?

Then she put a smile on her face and offered her hand. “Sidney, yes? Nice to meet you, I’m Maddie Fenton, and this is my husband Jack.”

“Pleasure to meet you as well.” He smiled back, accepting the offered hand and giving it a firm shake. “I don’t meet a lot of adults anymore, these days.”

“What about the teachers?” Jack asked as he stepped forward to shake hands as well. “Or do they not count because you’ve met already?”

Sidney grimaced, releasing Jack’s hand with a pinched look. “I usually avoid the teachers. They’re not very fond of ghosts. And most seem uncomfortable with an old student haunting the halls, even if I predate most of their careers.”

Maddie nodded with an understanding expression on her face. “That… makes sense. It’s unfortunate, but certainly understandable.”

“Indeed. Besides, more and more kids who get bullied a lot have been warming up to me.” He glanced over to Danny, then added, “And Phantom and I have been getting closer, too.”

“You’re a hard guy to hate,” Danny said with a shrug.

“So… What do you do, usually?” Jack clicked a pen, having grabbed a notebook. “You spend a lot of time in Casper High, and you scare off bullies, but surely you don’t do that all the time?”

“During the day, I attend a lot of classes.” Seeing the concerned expressions, Sidney raised his hands placatingly. “Always invisibly, of course! But it’s interesting to stay on top of the current material, to see the differences between my time and now. During the night I usually retreat to the Zone.”

“How?” Maddie frowned, looking between Sidney and Danny. “You can’t possibly be using our Portal, not that often.”

“He has his own Portal in the school.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “It’s an enchanted mirror, kinda. Sid is the only one who can use it, though, so you don’t have to worry about anyone else coming through it and endangering the school.”

Sidney nodded energetically. “Yes, what he said. And it’s hidden in a place where n– where the students won’t find it, so you don’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt.” Danny heard the barely swallowed ‘normal’ Sidney had been about to say, and hoped his parents hadn’t. Because it was an understandable mistake – it was hidden in Danny’s locker, where no one else would find it. But Danny was a student, just not a normal one.

“That’s good,” Maddie said approvingly. “I’m glad to hear that the two of you put so much thought into it.”

“It’s what I do.” Danny shrugged, but couldn’t stomp down the smile that crept on his face. Hearing his parents compliment Phantom never got old. “Keep people safe, that is.”

“Both humans and ghosts, huh?” But Jack also smiled, clearly pleased. “You’re a good kid, Phantom. And you as well, Sidney, from what I hear.”

Sidney smiled in response, his aura brightening slightly. “Thank you, sir. I do what I can.”

Danny opened his mouth to answer as well, but he felt his phone buzz in his belt pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out. It was his normal phone, but it was generic enough that he didn’t expect his parents to recognize it.

That, and he had replaced it himself several times since they had last bought him a phone, so. If they hadn’t noticed that Danny’s phone had been replaced, they definitely wouldn’t notice that Phantom had the same one as their son.

“If you still want to meet Johnny and Kitty we’ll need to leave soon,” he said, looking up from the screen and at his parents. “They just texted me to let me know that they plan on returning to the Zone.”

Sidney rolled his eyes. “Oh, those troublemakers.”

“At least they’re not bullies.” Danny grinned, and Sidney sighed but didn’t protest. Then he turned back to his parents. “It’s up to you two. If you want to meet them I’ll text them to ask if we can chat first.”

“It would be interesting,” his mom said carefully, her tone measured. She was clearly trying to find a way to agree without accidentally offending Sidney. “But…”

“It’s fine.” The full ghost smiled at her. “I completely understand. I’ll be around if you want to pick up the conversation again another time.”

“Well, thank you.” She offered her hand again, and they shook. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Sidney.”

“You as well, madam.” Still smiling, he shook Jack’s hand as well. “And you too, sir.”

Danny, meanwhile, shot a quick text to Johnny. Looking back, he was glad that he had talked the couple into accepting a phone. Even if it wouldn’t work in the Zone, it was handy for them to be able to text him to let him know if they were in the human world or not. Before, they just… dropped by. Which usually was at extremely inconvenient moments, because that’s just how Danny’s life was.

Johnny agreed to wait in the park, and promised they wouldn’t mention Phantom’s human side or anything related to it.

“Alright, we can meet Johnny and Kitty in the park,” he told his parents. Then he turned to Sidney, “And Sid, see ya later this week, alright?”

The ghost nodded, then waved. “Of course. Stay out of trouble, Phantom.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Me, getting in trouble? I would never.”

Sidney didn’t bother responding as he left, but Danny’s dad snorted.

“Let’s get going,” his mom offered in lieu of a response. “Wouldn’t want to keep those two waiting, right?”

“Right.” Danny followed her back to the car, phasing through the wall again. “Although technically there are three of them. Johnny has a sentient shadow which follows his commands, and it’s always near him.”

He sat between his parents, floating cross-legged. “He calls it Shadow, which might be the least creative name I’ve ever heard.”

“Pot calling the kettle black?” His dad quirked a brow. “Phantom isn’t a very creative name for a ghost either, you know.”

“But it’s a pun,” slipped out before he could really think about it, and Danny clamped his jaw shut. But it was too late – both his parents had clearly heard him. “It’s, um. It’s a pun based on my actual name.”

“Oh,” his dad said, far more quietly now.

“Don’t worry about it.” Danny scrambled to lift the mood again. “It’s okay. I don’t mention it to keep my old identity safe, you know? So I’m used to people commenting on it.”

Jack nodded, but didn’t answer. His mom offered no response either, focusing on the road instead. Danny tried to think of a way to break the silence again, but it lasted until they arrived in the park.

Then his parents spotted Johnny and Kitty, and promptly jumped out of the barely-stopped car.

“You!” his dad shouted, as Danny scrambled out after them. “You’re the creep that dated Jazz!”

Johnny flinched back, half-stumbling over the bike he was leaning against. “I, uh.”

“Stop!” Danny yelled, diving between the two groups and holding out his hands. The ghosts flinched back another step, clearly expecting an ecto-blast to follow.

Seeing this, Danny lowered his hands again. He floated backwards a little, so he could see everyone simultaneously.

“Look,” he said, carefully. “Yes, Johnny and Kitty have both secretly dated humans before. And yes, Johnny dated your daughter Jazz before. But that’s been resolved, and they won’t do it again.” The last part of the statement was underlined with a heated glare, which both ghosts answered with sheepish smiles.

“Exactly as he said, uh, sir.” Johnny held up his hands, attempting to be placating. “I didn’t mean her any harm, and Phantom has certainly made sure it won’t happen again.”

Danny barely repressed his snort. Didn’t mean her any harm his ass – Johnny had wanted Jazz as a permanent host to Kitty. But Johnny had begged for another chance, and so had Kitty over the whole ‘overshadowing Paulina’ debacle.

And sue him for giving them another shot. Less ghosts to fight was always good, right?

“If it helps, I keep a close eye on him now,” Kitty tried, putting on her most trust-inspiring expression. Which wasn’t terribly trustworthy, between her abstract coloration and her ragged clothes. “Johnny is done dating other girls, so it won’t happen again, I promise.”

The Fentons shared a few glances – a short but entirely silent conversation – before nodding. “Alright,” Jack finally said, gruffly. “But if I see you close to my daughter ever again…”

“I hear you loud and clear.” Johnny finally lowered his hands a little, shooting a mildly panicked glance at Danny. “But, uh. I think Kitty and I should be going. I just remembered that we promised Ember to drop by, and her lair is quite a ways away.”

“Smooth,” Danny hissed under his breath with a roll of his eyes. Then, at a volume everyone could hear, he added, “Yeah, alright. Get going then. Let me know if you come back, yeah?”

“Of course, Phantom.” Johnny waved his phone demonstratively. “Actually, I believe some of the ghosts are looking into these phones, trying to find a way to make them work in the Zone as well. So maybe next time I could drop you a message beforehand.”

“Really? That would be really useful, yeah.” If they got it working, Danny would have to get phones to some of his other friends and allies. It would be nice to stay in more constant touch with his allies – not to speak of his friends, like Wulf. “If Technus is helping I might have to drop by and see if I can do anything to help. At the very least this project will keep him busy in the Zone instead of terrorizing the human world.”

“Until he decides he needs some material from here and steals it,” Johnny said with a shrug. “But I’ll leave that to you, Phantom. See ya later!”

Kitty waved them goodbye too, and then the bike zipped off – a trail of green smoke following them.

“Well, um.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck as he turned to face his parents fully. “That didn’t quite go as I had planned.”

“Did you know that that ghost has dated our daughter in the past?” It was his dad who asked, but Maddie behind him had a terribly scrutinizing expression on her face as well.

“I, uh. I knew that he had dated someone without them knowing about him being a ghost,” Danny admitted, carefully. “But I didn’t know it was your daughter specifically, no.”

“And you made sure they won’t do it again?” His mom, now. Her expression had softened slightly, but not much.

“Absolutely.” He nodded firmly. “I wouldn’t let them hang out in the town without supervision if I wasn’t absolutely sure. They were messing about for a while, penned up frustration and relationship struggles and all that stuff. But I made sure they sorted it out, and not being stuck in the Zone helps as well.”

The two parents shared a look, then relaxed entirely.

“Sorry, it’s just…” Jack shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “We’re just used to seeing ghosts as invariably evil, you know? So knowing that one messed with our daughter…”

“No, no, I understand.” And he did. Because Johnny had messed with his sister. And this, this structure, trusting Johnny and Kitty… It had been hard. “But I promise you that I’m keeping an eye on them. And, just like humans, ghosts can change their ways too. I don’t want to force them to deal with the consequences of a single mistake for the rest of their existence, you know?”

Maddie sighed, but it was more fond than exasperated. “You’re a good kid, Phantom. And you’re right. It’s just… It’s just us being parents. Don’t worry about it.”

He nodded. “Will you make it back to the house alright? It’s time for me to go on patrol, but if you want I can come with…?”

“Oh, no, we’ll be fine.” She flapped a hand, but smiled. “Thank you, though. It’s appreciated. Stay safe, Phantom.”

“And let us know if you run into problems!” Jack added, as he got back in the car as well.

“I will!” He waved them goodbye, a smile plastered on his face. The day might not have gone entirely according to plan, but it went alright. Better than he could’ve hoped, really.

And wow, cellphones in the Zone? Wouldn’t that be useful, if Technus could get it to work?

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #what a nice surprise #dark writes #the menu didn't give me any linebreak options so that's nice #didn't need them for the chapter per se but like come ON #am i gonna have to start making my own? praying that tumblr won't delete those? rude

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afterglowparker · 6 years ago

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Chúc Mừng Năm Mới

Pairing: Peter Parker x Vietnamese!Reader

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: None!! It’s all fluff!! And you get to learn a bit more about the Vietnamese culture!

Summary: You share one of your favorite holidays with your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

A/N: I want to start off by saying: chúc mừng năm mới! In other words (English): happy new year! If you weren’t already aware, this past Tuesday we celebrated Vietnamese New Year/Chinese New Year/Lunar New Year. As today would technically be the third day of celebrating, it is for that reason I have decided to post today: it’s the day to celebrate with friends! I am so excited to share this piece with you, as the New Year is always one of my favorite times of the year. Additionally, I just never get to see Asian readers represented in fics! I hope you enjoy this piece!

*It is important for me to say that what I have written in this story is based off my own experiences and family traditions. Everyone celebrates the New Year in their own way; this will not be a perfect representation of all the families that celebrate this wonderful holiday!

**Also tumblr decided to try me and gave me trouble when I tried to post it the first time. It then deleted it. :’) So hopefully this still came out good.

“So this Tuesday is Tết, in other words, it’s Vietnamese New Year. It’s usually celebrated over three days, but my family just celebrates the first day. The other two are for extended family and friends, respectively, so to speak.”

You had been explaining the upcoming celebration, since Peter had been curious as to why your Mom had been baking up a storm in the kitchen when he arrived at your apartment to study for your upcoming biology test. Currently, you both were sat across from each other on your bed, textbooks and notes spread all around you, as you worked through the study guide. You were leaning against the headboard of your Queen sized bed as Peter was hunched over slightly, his legs crossed and his left elbow resting on his knee so he could support his head. He had been asking you questions for the past five minutes.

“But the Calendar says Chinese New Year?” Peter replied, confusion written across his face.

“Well, they’re celebrated on the same day. More than just the Chinese celebrate the New Year. Some people call it Lunar Year to be more inclusive of everyone celebrating. My family just prefers to call it Vietnamese New Year.”

Peter nodded along as you spoke and you could practically see the questions popping up behind his eyes in that busy mind of his.

“So why is your mom baking everything on a Saturday?”

“Well, it’s harder to get the entire family together on a Tuesday, what with work and all the cousins who are in school. It’s just easier to celebrate tomorrow. Plus, it’s Super Bowl Sunday, so the Uncles will have something to occupy themselves with.”

“That’s cool…what else does your family usually do to celebrate?”

“You certainly are inquisitive today,” you spoke with a soft smile on your lips, “I don’t know. The usual I guess. We eat food, drink, play games…the Uncles get the bros back together to be bros while all the Aunts talk about life and their kids. The cousins usually just go to a room and hangout. There’s also firecrackers. OH AND RED ENVELOPES. I don’t know how I almost forgot that, especially since that’s a pretty big thing for us. The younger kids in particular are big fans of them. ”

“Why?”

“Cuz they have money in them. In my family we receive the envelopes so long as we are going to school.”

“Oh, that’s actually really cool…” Peter trailed off. You turned the page in your textbook, thinking Peter was done with his inquiries, but as you went to ask him a question, he cut you off before you could speak. “Okay but does the envelope mean anything? Like specifically? Cuz you said red. Why can’t I get like…a blue envelope or something?”

Had anyone but Peter been asking you as many questions you might have been annoyed, but you also didn’t mind sharing about your culture.

“Well, red symbolizes good luck. The elders give the red envelopes to the younger kids as a way of wishing them well-wishes, so to speak, for the New Year. In return, we wish them well-wishes too. Y’know. They wish us a happy new year and for us to have wealth, health, good grades…We wish them a happy new year and health and happiness…stuff like that.”

“I like that.” Peter said, looking at you thoughtfully. You tapped the pen in your hand against your lips before speaking up again.

“Would you like to come with me to my Aunt’s house to celebrate the New Year with my family?”

Peter’s eyes lit up as he sat up, his back straightening from his hunched position.

“Really? You’d want me to come with?”

“Well, yeah. I was gonna ask before, but I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna go, what with it being a family event full of members of my family you’ve never met before. That can be a bit daunting. Plus my family can be overwhelming.” You finished with a laugh.

“Y/N, I would love to go with you. As long as you’re okay with that and so is your family, I want to celebrate with you! It’s part of your culture and part of who you are. And I love you. So I want to learn and be familiar with every single thing that makes you, you.”

The soft smile that had been present on your face through the duration of your conversation stretched to reach your eyes. Leaning forward, you gripped the collar of Peter’s grey pullover in your right hand, pulling him closer to place a kiss on his lips.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?”

“Y/N, aren’t we gonna be late?” Peter questioned, looking at his phone with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your shoulder, which showed him that it was already close to 2pm; you said the party was supposed to start then.

“Oh, no we’re fine. No one actually shows up on time. We’ll all probably be there around 3-3:30.”

“Really? That’s kinda late. Why don’t you guys just say the party is at that time then?”

“Cuz then no one would show up until like 4-4:30. It’s just the way my family is, Peter,” You glanced up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek, “don’t worry, we’re fine time-wise.”

True to your word, you were strolling up to your Aunt’s house, hand-in-hand, about an hour later. On your way to the door, Peter noticed a tree decorated with envelopes, which he promptly asked you to explain.

“Later, we are gonna get to choose an envelope from the tree. Just a little extra luck.”

Pausing before ringing the doorbell, you turned to speak to Peter.

“You ready to meet the rest of my obnoxious family?”

Peter smiled and brought your hand up to his lips, so he could press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Don’t worry, babe, your entire family is gonna love me,” Peter said feigning confidence, his act not as strong as he had hoped.

“You nervous?”

“Terrified.”

You squeezed his hand and leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry, you’re right. They will.”

Turning back around, your rang the doorbell and soon enough, you were greeted by the face of one of your Aunts, who quickly opened the door and ushered Peter and you inside.

Immediately, Peter began to take his shoes off, remembering the unspoken rule you had in your own home, and took note of all of your family members crammed into the house. Peter remembered you mentioning you had a large family, but this was so much more than he imagined---a definite change from just May and him. You dragged Peter around the room, greeting your various family members, being sure to find your Grandma first. You bowed and gave your Grandma a hug while greeting her, as was tradition---Peter quick to follow your actions of bowing. You smiled, loving the effort he was making to be respectful and absorb the different aspects of your culture. Continuing through the room, you introduced the remaining family members to your boyfriend, who would give them an uneasy smile and try his best to make small talk. Your Aunts and cousins poked fun of him, as if he was family---they had quickly warmed up to him.

You had been explaining the different foods Peter pointed to, as he insisted on trying everything. So far you had worked your way through bánh hỏi, bún riêu, the pineapple buns, the egg custards, bánh bèo---at which point you explained to Peter what nước chấm was. He was not fond of the idea.

“Fish sauce?! You just pour it on top?” His nose was slightly wrinkled and you laughed.

“Trust me, it tastes really good. You don’t even think about the fact that what your eating is covered in fish sauce.”

Your family always had a widespread of food, making sure that everyone would be full and happy on the joyous occasion.

“And what’s this?”

“Uh…chicken alfredo pasta from Costco?” You laughed as Peter’s face filled with a blush, “And before you ask, the tray that my mom brought is full of cupcakes, and the tray by the end of the table is barbecue chicken.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh at me, I was just pointing to random things and didn’t think about it. Also everything up until this point has been Vietnamese food, so my brain was just on auto-pilot,” he picked up a piece of bread and took a bite, “and yes, I know this is bread,” his sentence slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth.

“Hey,” you said, snatching the bread from his hand, “this is NOT just bread. It’s better than that. I can’t explain it, this bread is just better than regular bread.”

Peter nodded his head as he swallowed.

“I actually understand what you mean.”

Peter was standing next to you, waiting for the next part of the party to happy, which you had excitedly informed his was the passing out of envelopes. As you received your first envelope, he watched you accept it with two hands and recite the words you told Peter were tradition. Much to his surprise, your Mom approached him next and handed him an envelope. Peter went to accept the envelope, only for your Mom to pull it away quickly.

“This envelope is for you,” she started, making Peter begin to sweat, “if you can properly wish me a happy new year.”

You started to laugh, as you figured your Mom would do this. She lived for moments like this! It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Peter viciously butchered the pronunciation of the saying---your entire family had heard him do so early as you tried to teach him. The tips of Peter’s ears began to burn as they turned red and he shakily said the four words.

“Ch-uc MuNG Num MuY.”

Certain letters were hit a little to hard and he added a sound here and there, but it was clear what he was trying to say and just how much effort he put into saying it. Lowering the envelope into Peter’s two awaiting hands, your Mom smiled fondly.

“Chúc Mừng Năm Mới, to you too, Peter.”

After the envelopes had been passed out (Peter received one from every single family member, same as you; he also had to shakily wish them all a happy new year) amongst the family, the day progressed into more fun. Your family played a couple of different games; in particular, Peter was fond of Bầu Cua, even if he wasn’t the best at it. He had won the jackpot in BINGO though, which he was very proud of. There had been a long line of firecrackers set off, which made your ears ring and Peter’s head throb due to his heightened senses, but he had enjoyed nonetheless; it was fun watching everyone rush out of the house to gather around and watch the event. Not to mention Peter got along swimmingly with your cousins, old and young. They wouldn’t say it to his face, but they also loved having him around.

You were back at Peter’s apartment now, laying on his bed and watching re-runs of your favorite show. Peter felt the smile that hadn’t left his face for the better half of the day widen, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair. You shifted your head at the feeling, looking up at Peter.

“What?” You question, your expression matching his.

“Thank you for inviting me today, Y/N. I had a really great time.”

You placed a gentle kiss to Peter’s lips.

“Anytime. Happy New Year’s, Peter.”

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universal-kitty · 5 years ago

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.: Drama Involving AJ :.

Stylized ‘til I die, I guess. Anyways.

This is talking about phasefuck/huckerbee/teafrogs/whatever their URL is this week. AJ/Lee. The compilation of what’s happened involving them.

So... Starting at the beginning.

D was the reason I got into Borderlands. I watched her play TFTBL and gush about Rhys and get more involved and understand the ship she had! Also got my first crush on Zer0, but... Y’know.

So I did some art, started plotting ideas for who’d eventually be Gremlin- aka Rena Marlow, my SI for BLands- and that led...to us meeting AJ. They wanted me or D to join their server. D preferred because of her self-ship with Rhys, but I could join, too. D was nervous about new, strange people and I wanted to learn more about Borderlands and try new things, so... I hopped in, D stayed behind.

The time with them was pretty fun! Ended up making some friends, plotted fun ideas for AJ’s idea of the time, Borderlands Infinite. A continuation of Tales as AJ saw it. The server was made PRIMARILY for this endeavor and everyone in it was allowed an OC or self-insert to be paired with whoever they wanted to be with....long as they were open, that is. AJ had HJack, and everyone else... Well, most of the spares had been paired off by the time I joined.

Rhys was potentially still open, cause someone AJ had previously been talking with...either wasn’t responding, or had dropped out entirely. I forget by this point. Zer0 wasn’t an option and I didn’t know much of the others, so.... I accepted Gremlin to be paired with Rhys.

Thus the origins of my verse with Rhys. (As well as the OT3 with him and Vaughn... They started here.)

Tension was pretty high in the group and- though I didn’t acknowledge it at the time- it was primarily from AJ. Nobody else could like Handsome Jack “too much”... You could be playful about him, a little joke-flirty...but if you were suspected to like HJack, then you were “stealing” him from them. Because of this- while the group was friendly enough- it was hard to get into the “share faves” vibe that a lot of us seemed to have; gushing about a character that wasn’t your own just......felt weird.

Not sure if anyone else noticed, but that was my experience.

Anyways, I helped AJ with their story a lot due to being online a ton, with no work to do. We talked on the daily about what Rena could do, what Helios was like, how the story would go... The long-term slowburn we were putting Rena and Rhys through. I praised their art and ideas, they cheered for Rena/Rhys. It was pretty mutually supportive....

...Until AJ kicked fits. I was always online, so what about everyone else?? When I wasn’t online- sometimes if I was- I’d get put on a pedestal for helping out while others said nothing. (Essentially saying something like “Aki helps out all the time, but nobody else does” or, the popular one, “maybe I should just delete this since nobody cares.” I don’t have screenshots of this for reasons that’ll be explained in a moment.)

We typically talked them out of these, but eventually... It did happen. AJ messaged me that the old group had been deleted and there was now a new group of only the ACTIVE people. This left me and a few others, thought some other people would eventually cycle in. (One of which still being someone I look up to even today!! Even if we don’t talk much, lol.)

I got more creative freedom during this time, since other people “lost out” in their spots and... Somehow, this led to me taking on Nisha, too. I paired her with my OCs, Pyrotech and Meowzer. (Ex-Creepypasta OCs revamped for BLands. Is this my origins for my Nisha ship? Kinda!!!)

But by this point... I had grown to *really* like HJack. I’d made a slip before (more on that later), but learned his character very well and even played him for roleplays AJ and I were doing. AJ played themself and Rhys; I controlled Jack and Rena. All that research led to feelings....and ones I knew AJ wouldn’t approve of. So I did two things, right off the bat: kept my head down and immediately worked on justifying why I liked him. See, it’s because...it’s not the “canon” Handsome Jack!! The one I ship with has golden clasps! So they’re not the same!! And uhhhh....more bad things happened to him? He dresses more lavishly...?

I kept trying to come up with ways AJ might approve of my AU Jack without invoking their wrath. Not that...it would end up doing much, in the long run.

I invited one of my friends to join during this. One who also liked HJack...and proved my worries right. (Checked my Discord; I still have some of the messages!!! Whoop, here we go...)

Don’t have screencaps of the drama that proceeded to unfold- especially due to AJ blocking me on Discord and so losing all of our conversation- but.... That’s just how THAT is, I guess.

They did get super cold after and I had to explain things to my friend, while also assuring AJ that I would handle things and it’d be alright. It was an uncomfortable hiccup, but one that went by easily enough...

Though as I said, it was a significant event to show me how careful I needed to be when it came to HJack and AJ.

Also during this time... Another friend I’ll just refer to as P. We’d also been roleplaying in this time and having a blast. Absolute joy and- we don’t talk much anymore- but I do still consider them a dear friend. I played as CEO Rhys for them and they were Handsome Jack for me; we played our characters (my SI, their OC) and just... Had so much fun with it all.

So then... Amidst all the fun, it eventually happened.

What I described in this callout post.

AJ and I...we ended up dating at some point. I thought they were cool, we got along well, talked a LOT and all this... So I didn’t see a problem with it. Why not? I’ll get to have an awesome artist S/O with their cool ship and all their ideas... We’re gonna be unstoppable!

...But I also had abandonment issues. Too many times did I pour my all into someone, only to be left empty. I’ve always been the most supportive person in a room, trying to uplift EVERYONE to feel good! Cause yeah, everyone deserves that! AJ knew this. We’d talked about our issues and vented.....

And they still did that. They left my server as I slept. Blocked me on Discord, though I didn’t notice it at first.

...It was the one day I checked Tumblr first. They left their blog for a new one. Okay!! I’ll follow them on there, then! I did, and checked Discord. That was in the vent channel, and this was sent to me by a mutual friend.

So that’s how I woke up that day. Suddenly alone and single. And very, very depressed. I would end up posting these as my friends had to help me down:

“ ……now I wish I would’ve gotten lost after all or kept sleeping ….nothing is work being awake right now”

“ I just don’t want to exist I hate myself all over again I can’t get past that”

“ AJ just…..dropped me. Just like that. I didn’t know and tried to follow her new blog….. Either they just soft-blocked me or outright blocked me

“I feel so fuckin’ horrible”

At the time, I was horribly depressed due to outside causes. I was suicidal at the time and getting into some light, risky behavior in hopes it could be a factor in the end of my life. (I would walk around at night, hoping that the growing heat would either cause heat exhaustion or someone would attack me. Abduct me. Whatever meant that I would be gone and in pain.)

I later learned that this is actually learned behavior; my dad would react in extremist ways to things (something broke? “I want to kill myself.”) and so I probably learned it from him. This has actually made managing my suicidal thoughts easier, but at the time, I did not know this and put me more at risk.

Though this then kept continuing.... Because of course these things do.

It starts all over with me trying to move on. Someone was advertising their self-ship server, I wanted to try again and make friends... So I gave it a shot and joined!

....AJ was in there.

I quickly left as soon as I had entered, telling the owner I couldn’t stay due to troubles with someone else in there. They were understanding and, thankfully, that was that.

...But it STILL wasn’t. These are older messages, so I can’t get them together as much as I’d like to (in one screenshot, is what I’m saying) so I’ll also quote these, but if anyone needs screenshot proof, I can get that on request.

Anyways, our mutual friend (I’ll nickname her MF for “mutual friend” lol) later piped up with this:

05/19/2018 “So, aj invited me to a group chat and I'm a pushover who hasn't been able to cut them off yet so I said yes and boi I'm big uncomfortable now Like I thought I could maybe juggle being friends with both aj and Rachel even after what aj did but I was wrong.

“But idk what do now. I don't know what to say to them because I don't want to just drop them without saying anything. No doubt that'll get them talking about me behind my back”

.:.

“I might try that. I might mute the server so that I don't have to deal with that because i can't stay in it but I don't want to start shit by leaving I mean they are acting like Rachel is in the wrong”

.:.

“That they "stole their f/o" and that they are going to take the dragon idea that Rachel had for blands and "make it better" out of spite And I'm not happy”

.:.

“Well I just typed up a long message and while I'm glad I'll finally cut out a toxic person I'm also super nervous

“I sent it and left the server

“Wow okay all I got was a "Bye then" I sent a long ass message. Explaining my side and why. Hoping they'd understand and they just said bye then??????”

As you can see.... Everyone who’d been in that server (me, P, and MF) were on-edge about the “talking behind our back” issue that MF confirmed above. I figured it would happen, but it did...and that was a league all it’s own. (Especially when the callout post went around, and it got confirmed AGAIN that slander in my name was still going around.)

But one more thing happened that triggered this onslaught... Remember my RP w/ P? Well, this happened.... [TW for daddy kink mention? Calling themself Daddy?? That thing.]

Link to Ask.

Was never reblogged. Sent to me by a friend. To my knowledge, nobody spread this around AT ALL. But this was brought up in the same vent/time period as the above conversation.....

MF: Aj said that Rachel stole hj from them.

Me: Me, apparently. It's somewhere between that post and the ask (I think?) P sent me..... Which I loved and was hella surprised over, but. Oh boy.

Fren (aka owner of Karma): My god wtf can she like calm tf down

MF: They actually were mad that people were reblogging a post of yours, probably the kitten thing, that was about hj because it's "gross"

Fren: geeze Aj grow up

Me: ??????? Nobody reblogged it, tho

MF: Hmmmmm they vagued about someone shipping with him, someone they had blocked, that liked the daddy kink and stuff

I mean. I get it’s a gross thing for people, but.... HJack has also called himself “daddy/papa” on more than one occasion. It’s up for debate if he does it because he is Literal Dad or because he’s that nasty, but... Considering everything else he does, the latter seems the most obvious. That’s just how he is.

Anyways. The point being that we had each other mutually blocked by this point. I had people either block me, soft-block me, OR just outright unfollow + soft-block me because they were more trusting of AJ than of me. So to hear that they somehow knew P was sending me that ask...... Either someone TOLD them or they were stalking my blog to see what I was doing while they were gone.

Either way, not great. (What was pretty funny is I later made a joke about “stealing the rights to Handsome Jack from 2k so nobody else can do anything with him” and that “I’m a wanted man”... That’s nice.)

And so... We get to more recently.

Last I personally heard, I had to do some personal checking that led up to this... Saw leeships in self insert tag. New self-ship blog, so I blocked, as well as checking their blocked main to make sure everything lined up....and was greeted with this.

They’ve since changed their URL- again- but the fact they’re STILL being petty towards D is just....something else.

Speaking of, I’m not actually...sure where that started. There was a whole conversation we had over how AJ treated D out of sight of others (they talked over IMs, I guess because we were budding friends at the time, and what else do I do but hype up all my friends?) There was a lot of attention-seeking behavior from AJ (showing their art and then getting mad when D or Fren tried to compliment them for “lying” about the compliment...?), but far as I knew/remember, there wasn’t any bigger issue.

...After we broke up, however, an issue began as D and I became better friends. Friends stick with friends, D knew AJ, so when the blocking-bug was going around, D blocked them, too.

Which eventually snowballed into the bullshit you can still see today. With AJ trying to claim that D is the one dealing out harassment when- at worst- maybe D did talk too much and AJ didn’t deal with it in a healthy way. (Because that is an issue I’ve heard of; except AJ freaked out over it, instead of talking it out like a healthy adult and figuring out how they could balance out the conversation. Seriously. I’ve had this talk with D. We don’t dominate our conversations at all; nobody over the other. If there ever was a problem, then literally just saying “Hey, I don’t feel heard/listened to when I talk about my ship” was all AJ ever needed to say, but....... Y’KNOW.)

I’m not D, so I can’t say the full scenario of that, but this is the best way I can show there was a middle ground AJ could’ve used to work things out, but they didn’t.

Oh, and just so I’m not saying things if you haven’t already seen this... Here’s a screenshot someone (for privacy’s sake) got of AJ trying to pin the blame on D for being the “real harasser” in their BYF:

We all just wanted to get over this. However, D and I especially don’t want to get involved with or be AROUND AJ/Lee in any way. So we keep an eye on what they do so we can feel safe. We DON’T want to forgive AJ/Lee (for obvious reasons), so we keep blocking their accounts and/or make sure they’re still on our blocklist.

I know I’ve resorted to putting their URLs on BLACKLIST to make sure I don’t see them at ALL because of how much stress they put me under just seeing them around.

What the hell do THEY have to be stressed about? Dealing with people they hurt for BEING hurt and not wanting them around us anymore?? Fuck....

.:.

Anyways. I guess that about concludes all I wanted to write about. Friendly reminder that their old callout post is here and while I doubt a new one will crop up any time soon (as I sure don’t want to write one that’ll get around, after the last time I had a friend try to help me do a callout post on someone like this), you can at least look up that one more time after reading this.

So...... That’s the end. Thanks for reading this and I’m sorry if anything was upsetting.

...If you want, you can come to the ask box and ask for a gif of your F/O? Or a cute puppy or kitten? Maybe I can find some nice fanart for you as comfort...? IDK, options.

#Aki speaks #It's the Discourse

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heyyyharry · 6 years ago

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In Another Life Series: Chapter 3 - The Girl In Black

…in which Y/N’s first day at work is a mess, and Harry’s relationship is not any better.

Series description: Y/N and Harry are soulmates and destined to meet in every lifetime, but no matter how many times they reincarnate and find each other again, they never seem to get it right.

AU: reincarnation, soulmate!harry, prince!harry, and assistant!y/n

Sorry for taking too long to update this series, Tumblr fucked me up and deleted half a chapter. It would be the last time I wrote directly on Tumblr I’m sure of it. I hope you guys enjoy this, questions are very welcomed. Paragraph in italic took place in the previous life.

Chapter 2 - The Assistant: Harry’s got a new assistant, and Y/N’s got a new job.

Y/N didn’t expect her first day at work to start with her head down the toilet. It must have been the milk she’d drunk earlier that morning, or maybe the microwaved dinner from last night. But it didn’t matter now, the important thing was that her famous boss, whom she’d never actually met before, was waiting in the recording studio, while she was throwing up in this bathroom stall.

With her head spinning in circle, however, Y/N could still make out a knock on the door.

“Hey, ya alright?”

She should’ve recognized that British voice because she’d spent the entire night before watching his interviews on Youtube to get to know him better. Nonetheless, in a situation like this her memory was helpless.

“I’m fine…Thanks.” Y/N groaned as she flushed the toilet before rising up from the floor, feeling a bit better but still quite unsure.

“Sir, I don’t think you should be in the ladies’ room,” she told the man on the other side of the door.

And to her surprise, he replied with a laugh. “That’s why I’m in the men’s room.”

Y/N’s bloodshot eyes grew wide the moment she heard those words. She pulled the door open in an instant, then almost fell backward when she found Harry Styles standing right in front of her. Harry gave the girl a friendly smile, yet when he opened his mouth to speak, she immediately turned away and got back down on her knees to empty her stomach in the toilet bowl.

In the haze, Y/N could feel Harry kneeling down by her side, gently holding her hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way. It was a lovely gesture, she supposed, but he still had no idea she was his new assistant.

And the only thing on Y/N’s mind at this very moment was, her first day of this job could also be her last.

...

The girl in black carefully followed the path leading through the dark woods, with only the light from her oil lantern guiding the way. She was heading home alone, like a shadow under the moonlight, trying not to make a sound as her heart was pounding like a drum.

The young maiden could’ve got home early that night as she was so close to her village already. However, it was one of her good habits that became her obstacle — she never walked away from someone in need.

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me? I’m trapped!”

Her feet rooted to the ground when she heard the cry for help. The girl already had her guards up, ready to fight for her life, but there was no one around! At first, she thought it was just her imagination, then the desperate call repeated, louder this time. It took her a moment to realize it was coming from a hole on the ground a few steps away from where she stood.

“Who’s there?” she asked, carefully approaching the victim. Holding up her lantern above the hollow to get a better look of whoever was down there. When the light flashed across the person’s face, the girl was so terrified that she backed away from the edge.

“Hello, thank God! Could you please get me out of here?” begged the hopeless young man as he looked up. But this girl knew for certain he wasn’t just a man.

“You’re...You’re the Prince!”

“You recognize me?” Prince Edward smiled widely as he put both hands on his hips and heaved out a sigh of relief. “Great! Now could you please help me out?”

“No.”

Her answer came as a shock to the heir of the throne.

“Pardon?” he raised an eyebrow for no one had ever talked to him that way beside his father - the King.

“I said: No. In fact, I’d let you die down there, so your awful father could learn how it feels to lose someone he loves,” she told him bitterly. “I’m sure you’ve heard of how he burnt down villages because of those rumors about witches. He murdered my entire family. And now you’ve got the audacity to beg for my help?”

“Hey, hey, hey, lady, I don’t know who you are but I swear I knew nothing about those villages. I’m truly sorry about your family, and if you could help me I’d pay you as much as you’d like.”

“I don’t think you could afford it, unless you knew how to resurrect the dead!” The girl turned to walk away, ignoring the young Prince’s pleading from down below. It was getting late and she’d got no time for a conversation with a dying man. However, something occurred to her when she was finally far enough to not hear his voice anymore.

If she left him there to die, she’d be just as bad as his father.

“Your Highness.”

Edward shot his face up and grinned widely when he saw the girl had returned. She rolled her eyes skyward then sighed heavily before laying out her bargain, “if I save your life, would you do me a favor?”

“Anything!” Edward spoke too soon, after that he realized how risky this agreement could turn out to be and quickly added, “wait, if you want to turn me against my father, then I’m sorry I cannot give you my word!”

What he said made the girl laugh, then she assured him, “you don’t have to betray your family or your country, I promise. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.” Edward nodded his head in response to the stranger standing on the edge of the hollow, holding his life in the palm of her hand. Now he could only count on his own judgement that she wasn’t going to kill him once he got out of there.

...

“How is she?” Harry asked the doctor once the man walked out of the room but Y/N wasn’t with him.

“She’s going to be fine,” the middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, making Harry feel more at ease. “The girl got food poisoning, not very serious so I’ve already given her some pills. Let her stay here for an hour to see if she feels any better then she can go.”

“Thank you, doctor” replied Harry as he shook the doctor’s hand then watched the man walk away. He intended to go into the room to check on his new assistant immediately, but the moment he grabbed the doorknob, the phone in his pocket buzzed to notify him of a new text. It was from his manager Jeffrey.

Hey are you alright?

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he read the question.

I’m fine, I’m still at the hospital with Y/N. Why?

You haven’t seen the pictures?

What pictures?

Jeff left Harry’s latest message at seen so Harry had to find out on his own. He immediately went on social media (it’s sad how this was his first guess) and the first thing he saw was an article published by an online magazine with all the pictures of his girlfriend making out with another man.

Lillie Xander caught kissing a new man!!! Yikes! How does Harry Styles feel about this?

For that one second, Harry almost stopped breathing. He wished those photos hadn’t been real, that they’d been photoshopped and his girlfriend of two years hadn’t cheated on him. However, reality sucked, and he felt like a fool.

Harry was still staring at his phone when the door flew open all of a sudden and slammed with hard against his left arm! The girl behind it immediately mumbled her apology and she looked more frightened when she recognized who he was.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be lying down?” Harry asked Y/N while rubbing the sore spot on his arm, making his new assistant feel extremely guilty. Not only had she made him drive her all the way to the hospital and thrown up on his expensive jacket, but she also slammed him with the door. She was so in trouble after this.

“Am I fired?” she stared at him with her sad puppy dog eyes, and it took Harry a moment to take it in before he burst into laughter.

“You honestly thought I was going to fire you for being sick on your first day?”

“And for destroying your Gucci jacket and not being able to buy another one for you even if I sold myself.” She rolled her eyes backward and groaned out loud. “What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t get anything right.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Harry caught her by surprise when he grabbed her arms, holding her firmly place so she would look at his face.

Y/N turned to stone the very moment she made eye-contact with her new boss. Suddenly, everything started playing in slow-motion as she fell into the loop of his intense stare. Despite having already seen plenty photos of this man, Y/N was certain that wasn’t the reason why she found those green eyes of his so familiar. She had seen them somewhere else before she just couldn’t remember where exactly. It wasn’t just a feeling that ‘I met you once on the street but I remember you because you’re gorgeous’, it was more like ‘we don’t know each other but I feel like we have for a really long time.’

“Have we met?” Harry was the one to ask that question, and not Y/N, which shocked her even more when she fell out of the maze that was his eyes.

“I would’ve remembered, trust me,” she said, chuckling dryly as her eyes stayed on his.

“Weird...” Harry mumbled to himself, shaking his head then immediately put on a smile. “Well, don’t worry, you’re not fired, and I’m not mad at you for anything that’s happened this morning.”

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Y/N knew that smile wasn’t sincere. There was something bothering this man and he was just so used covering up his emotions that he did it like a pro. He couldn’t fool her though.

However, she didn’t say anything about that, and just smiled back at him. “Thank you so much. I can’t lose another job again.”

“Again?” Harry looked at her, quite amused. “You’ve been fired before.”

“I wasn’t fired, I quit my last job...But I’m sure you’re not interested in my boring life stories.”

“I am interested,” he told her without pause. “Why don’t we go somewhere later and you tell me about that awful job that you quit? If we’re going to be working close to each other, we should get to know each other, right?”

“You sure? Because in the schedule Jeff sent me—”

“That’s my schedule, I can cancel any plan I want. Jeff’s my manager, not my boss.”

“But he’s mine.”

Harry chuckled while shaking his head no. “He’s not, I am. He can’t fire you unless I tell him too.”

“That’s powerful.” The words slipped out before Y/N can stop her lips. “Shit...did I just say that?”

Her face scrunched up in embarrassment when Harry let out a slight laugh. “It’s okay, I like you already. I think we’re gonna be a good team.”

“Hope so.” Y/N looked up as her eyes sparkled with joy. “Shall we go now?”

“No, the doctor told me to keep you here for an hour.”

“I’m fine now, just ignore the doctor.” She snorted then just walked right past Harry to the nearest exit.

He stayed at the same spot, watching her marching down the hall with his mouth agape, then when she noticed he wasn’t following her she stopped and turned around, looking all confused.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry!”

Harry snapped back to reality as he heard the sound of her voice. Then he shrugged off the foreign feeling in the pit of his stomach and ran forward to catch up with his new assistant.

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