#trust me i was a girl scout for ten years

[fairyboygenius]

the men and their favorite girl scout cookies

price- samoas/caramel delites

gaz- peanut butter patties

ghost- lemonades

soap- thin mints

[kaigarax]

Take 294

Armin Arlet x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love because it's illogical."

My Dearest,

I used to think that I would want the person I loved to love me in return. That I would want them to remember my name. I’ve found that simply getting to know you is enough for me.

Yours Truly

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Love, to Armin Arlert, is the result of multiple overlapping desires that revolve around a single person. It’s the want to support; the impulse to protect; the urge for closeness; the need for affection; and most of all, love is trust. Naturally, falling in love is the simple accumulation of all these things at once.

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Want - Attack on Trost

“Once the Titans inside of the storeroom are killed we’ll be able to refuel and make it over the wall and get out of Trost. Does… that sound like a good plan?”

Armin waited with baited breath as silent looks were exchanged around the room. He couldn’t seem to keep his gaze from bouncing around the room. Would the peers he trained alongside agree with his plan?

Nervous. Jumpy. Quiet.

Will they put their lives on the line just because he suggested they do so?

Scared. Distressed. Still.

Were they really willing to die just because he asked them to?

Terrified. Apprehensive.

Calm.

As Armin’s eyes jumped from one person to the next, there was one who he found himself returning to again and again. Someone whose name was commonly known, but not much known of them; whose features weren’t immediately eye-catching or whose personality wasn’t immediately magnetic. Someone who, before today, Armin had hardly noticed before.

He wondered how he hadn’t noticed you until today.

“Why am I such an integral part of the plan?”

A single voice among the crowd questioned him. You questioned him. You questioned whether you were the right person to strike down a Titan when there were others whose skills ranked higher than your own.

Whispers circulated through the stiffness of the room. Why had Armin chosen you?

You, who hadn’t ranked among the top ten; who wasn’t a well known face and was a standoffish girl. A girl who questioned her own abilities even now. Why you?

While most probably thought your gaze cold, Armin felt it was something more akin to curiosity. Your eyes questioned if Armin would stick to his resolve. In a moment like this, most wouldn’t have thought you much different from the girl you’d been the past two years. Nothing Armin knew about you before this moment would’ve led him to this choice, but right now, things were different.

You were different.

“Because…” He wished his voice wasn’t so shaky. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I know you’re the right person for the job.”

“And if I fail?”

It wasn’t logical, not in the slightest, but some part of Armin just knew. So in that moment of uncertainty, not a part of Armin faltered as he answered:

“You won’t.”

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Impulse - Plans to Raid Stohess

Torches lined the wall of the Scout’s mess hall, though only a few of them were lit. It was just enough that Armin could read the scattered papers in front of him.

The 57th Expedition outside of the walls had revealed another intelligent Titan.

This was a mission to investigate and capture whoever was inside of it.

As the commander went over the plan to confront the intelligent Titan’s user, Armin was phasing in and out of the conversation. He had been the one to realise the Titan’s intelligence. He had been the one to identify it. He was the one who brought its identity to the commander in the first place! So then why was he so unsure of himself?

Was it because it didn’t feel real? Because the things Armin thought he knew were actively being challenged? Was it really possible that Armin knew and trained alongside someone was a traitor all along? He didn’t want to believe it, even when the evidence was staring at him right in the face.

“There was someone who the target was familiar with, correct? (Y/n) (L/n)?”

Armin’s eyes suddenly shot up when he heard your name.

He wondered why, of all people, your name was being brought up. As far as he had known, you were never someone who tried to be anything more than what you were. Not many people were familiar with your name before that day in Trost. Even now, bringing you up in conversation felt like a task in and of itself. Still, you continued to linger in the back of Armin’s mind and he couldn’t but wonder why.

“(Y/n) (L/n)?” Armin repeated.

Was it out of disbelief, or was there something in the back of his mind that made you appear to be something you weren’t?

“She’s…”

Back in Trost, you had proved Armin right. Of all the things Armin suggested, your inclusion was the only thing he hadn’t been able to justify with logic. At the same time, your inclusion was the only thing he had been certain about.

You were the right call.

You were a gut choice decision.

So once again, Armin would trust the quiet voice in the back of his head.

“No. She and the target have nothing to do with each other.”

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Urge - Post Traitor Defection

The betrayal of three former 104th Cadet Corps brings the total number of traitors up to four. The news had shaken Armin and his friends to their core. People who he had once considered allies were suddenly his enemies and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Although, who in their right mind would know how to feel about something like this?

Armin was in turmoil - not because his friends betrayed him, but because he had seen it coming. He wished things hadn’t ended up this way. He wished things could’ve been simpler, or that it was someone else who realised it before he did. But alas, these were wishes that would never come true. No matter what he did, nothing would make these wishes come true - not even if he lived his entire life over again.

Underneath the stars is where Armin currently found himself.

The air outside was cold - particularly cold for a midsummer’s night. As Armin breathed in the cool air, he became startled by another's appearance.

It was you again.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned your head to meet Armin’s curious gaze. He’d never noticed it before, but you were quite pretty. Perhaps that was the reason why Armin suddenly felt nervous. After all, out here it was just you, him, and the silence of the night.

“Armin…” You called his name casually and the smile you wore was soft. If the boy hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought the two of you good friends. “You’re up late. Are you alright?”

“Huh?” Armin is taken aback for a moment. It takes him longer than he realises to finally formulate his reply. “Oh… I suppose I could ask you the same thing.”

You smile. “Yes, I suppose you could, but you won’t.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I know you.”

“You know me?” Armin’s eyes narrow in on you, but it’s like you don’t even notice it. You continue to smile and talk as though you’ve heard it all before.

“I know that you’re the reason why I’ve been assigned to this mission.”

Ah yes. Yet another of Armin’s unexplainable gut decisions. When the commander had sent Armin and his friends to lay low, Armin had somehow managed to drag you along with them. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. A part of him felt bad for involving you like this, especially since you likely knew nothing of the traitors up until recently. And yet, here you were.

Here because Armin wanted you to be here.

How uncharacteristically selfish of him.

“You don’t hate me, do you?” The words slip from Armin’s mouth, leaving him shocked and speechless.

Despite this, you chuckle to yourself. Something crosses your eyes for a moment, but it’s so short lived that Armin doesn’t get a chance to analyze it. Instead, the boy watches as you gently pat the spot on the ground beside you.

He’s taken a seat before he can even wonder why.

As the blonde boy sits beside you, he has to fight the urge to lean in toward you. Not because he wants to, but because you were so warm. It’s a natural instinct to want to be warm, is it not?

“Perhaps I do, perhaps I don’t. Who’s to say?”

Armin gives you a look. “If not you, then who?”

“A good question, but not one that needs to be answered right now. Wouldn’t you agree?” Before Armin can manage a response, you lean in toward the boy and lean your shoulder against his own.

You’re much warmer than he thought you’d be.

It’s nice.

Even if her question didn’t make sense; even if logic could not be applied to the things that you’ve said, Armin found himself smiling as he responded.

“I guess I do.”

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Need - In the Midst of a Coup D'etat

It’s sickening.

Armin finds himself sickening.

He took another human’s life. Not the life of a Titan or a Titan Shifter, a human. He wanted to tell himself that it was either him or them; that he had to choose between saving his comrades or watching them die.

Both were equally horrible, and yet, he was the one to pull the trigger.

Armin was the one who didn’t hesitate.

It’s sickening.

He’s sickening.

“Armin?” It’s you again. You approach him slowly - cautiously, even.

He thinks it’s only right that you be the one to judge him in a state like this. He was the one who dragged you into this mess. If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be in this predicament. If it wasn’t for him, you-

Your hand is warm against Armin’s shoulder. So warm and gentle. It causes the boy to snap out of his thoughts and into the moment.

“It never gets easier.” Your voice is low, practically a whisper. He doesn’t realise it, but Armin is leaning toward you to better make out your words.

“What do you mean?”

“Taking a human life… No matter who it is, no matter how many times you do it, no matter the reason it’s done, it never gets easier. I don’t think it’s supposed to. You’re killing another human being, after all. All of their hopes and dreams. Their desires and their bonds. You steal all of it in the blink of an eye. So of course it’ll never get easier.”

“You say that as if you’ve killed before…”

“Perhaps I have. Perhaps I haven’t.” Your smile is soft and the look in your eyes is that of understanding. But why? Armin doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand you.

In a moment of genuine curiosity, Armin queries “Have you?”

“Who knows?” You smile a sad smile. “But it feels like I have. Would you hate me if I did?”

“I think circumstances make all the difference.”

“So if I never told you why I killed someone, you’d hate me?”

“I…” Armin stops himself. Before today he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat, but after taking a life himself? Things weren’t so cut and dry. Perhaps they never were, or perhaps they still are. Still, Armin hesitates. “I don’t think you’re someone who would kill without a good reason.”

You tilt your head curiously. “Why not?”

Before he can understand why, Armin has his hand on top of yours. At first it’s embarrassing, but soon it feels natural.

You ask Armin why he trusts you, and he asks himself the same question.

It’s not something Armin can explain away with logic. Just as it is whenever it comes to you, his words and actions are but a gut feeling.

“Because of how much you value life.”

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Trust - The Moment of Clarity

It’s been several weeks since the monarchy was overthrown and a rightful ruler was put into place. Everything had happened so quickly that it left even the likes of Armin in a daze.

Right now, Armin was bringing supplies into the Survey Corps base. Many new people had been brought over by a certain Commander’s speech so there were many new faces around. It was kind of difficult for Armin to keep track of everything and everyone, let alone the tasks he was supposed to take care of.

The sun was beginning to set in the horizon. As Armin glanced out toward the field, he caught sight of someone standing alone.

It was you.

Of course it was you.

Just as he always does whenever it comes to you, Armin let himself wander over to where you were standing. Even as he reached your side, your eyes never left the horizon.

“The expedition to Shiganshina begins tomorrow night.” You speak so casually that in Armin’s opinion, it’s as if you were speaking to no one at all.

A simple “Yeah” is all Armin manages to reply.

A rush of wind sweeps past the two of you. The evening breeze is pleasant against Armin’s face. It nearly catches him off guard when you lean your shoulder against his own. “How are you feeling about it?”

“To be completely honest, it’s both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.”

You hum curiously to yourself. “Thrilling? How so?”

“Well… the idea of taking a win over the enemies we’ve fought against for so long… it’s enough to get anyone excited, isn’t it?”

“Is that so? You don’t seem particularly excited.” You point out, finally turning your eyes to meet Armin’s own. He’s a lot closer to you than he realised. A gentle smile adorns your lips. It’s what Armin has come to expect from you at this point, yet it still makes his heart race.

“Even if things go according to plan, there’s no way we won’t run into them again. It’s only a matter of time. Clashing with them is inevitable.”

“I didn’t realise you thought about things in such a way. Then again, I suppose you’ve always been a deeper thinker than anyone gives you credit for - even when you’re making plans from the seat of your pants.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back in Trost… during the 57th expedition… when we were fighting against the Military Police… need I say more?” You give a short laugh and Armin can only imagine that it has something to do with the look on his face. “It’s not a bad thing. A lot of good can come from trusting your instincts.”

“Even if my instincts always seem to get you involved?”

“I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?”

“Not if it’s you who decides it.”

“But… Why?”

“Because I trust you. Do you not trust yourself the same way you trust me?”

There it is again - a glint of curiosity peeking out from beneath your calm exterior.

Just as always, you captivated and confused Armin at the same time. It was enough to make the boy wish that he had gotten to know you sooner. Perhaps then, things between the two of you would be different. Perhaps he wouldn’t be afraid to call himself your friend. Perhaps he might even have the courage to try being more.

Yet despite only getting to know you recently, that wasn’t the case. Armin does want to be your friend. He does want to be something more.

For once in his life there was something that didn’t align with what Armin considered logical. He didn’t know for sure if he was going to act on his own desires, but he decided that none of that mattered right now.

Because right now, no matter how brief this moment was, she was his.

Fall in love because it’s illogical.

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Him: With everything I am.

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 11

[Loss]

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A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary:

"You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Ten] <--> [Chapter Twelve]

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Warnings: Blood, Grief, Canonical Violence, Descriptions of Injuries 

Levi unsheathes his sword, eyes glinting and ready to attack while you stand beside him, your blades already drawn. "Wait, Levi," Erwin says quickly, noticing his darkening expression. "An eye for an eye." Erwin then raises his hand over his head, "Waves 2 and 3 fire! Fire the spare rounds!" His shout echoes across the trees as more wires spring quickly forward, further impaling the Female Titan. This continued for several minutes as you stared unflinchingly at the sight in front of you. Despite the way the Titan twitched and squirmed as hundreds of wires rendered it useless, you couldn't help but frown.

How many people had died because of this plan to capture one Titan? How much distress and loss had we caused just by keeping all of those soldiers in the dark; my squad in the dark? Just because we suspected a spy had entered within the walls five years ago, the day Wall Maria first fell? You shake your head softly. Erwin wasn't wrong. No one knows how things will turn out. And even so, you make a choice. He made a choice. The choice to brief Levi, yourself and all those who were with him on the day Wall Maria fell and leave the others to figure out "what they thought the enemy was." To see if they were the enemy themselves. People may not know it yet, but there was a reason why the man next to you was entrusted with humanity's hope: the Survey Corps. There was a reason why Levi trusted him; why you trusted him. Someone willing to sacrifice their humanity, in order to defeat monsters. That was Erwin Smith.

"Fire!" again, Erwin's voice reaches the ears of the Scouts as you see Hange release more wires, piercing the Titan even more. Levi looks at you as you nod, the both of us jumping off the branch of the tree where we stood, maneuver gear bursting under pressure. You coordinate with Levi's movements as we both attach to a tree on either side of us. Using the burst of energy, you usually get with your speed; you start to twist down to the Titan's nape, which was covered by its hands protectively. Lurching downwards, you spin with Levi, using the momentum to deliver an ear-splitting blow at the same time. A second passes before you hear the sharp ring of metal. Looking up, you see your blades, along with Levi's, had been shattered as a crystal-like substance formed over the Titan's hands, making it impenetrable.

Using our gear, we attached back onto a branch near where Erwin stood and landed next to him. You glance at your broken blades, giving Erwin a shake of your head, to which he slightly sighs under his breath. Seemingly deep in thought, he suddenly raises a hand, a Scout promptly appearing at his side. "Prepare the explosives." You see the blue in his eyes shine dangerously. "Blow off its hands." The Scout looks at him, "Y-yes, sir. But there's a chance the amount we carry has enough power to also blow up what's inside." Erwin nods, "Then set them to amputate the wrists," he then moves forward, putting a hand on the shoulder of the soldier as he walks past. "Set them all off at once, at my signal." The soldier stands tall, "Roger!"

You look at Levi as we nod, approaching the Female Titan once again. You sit on a tree nearby whilst Levi stands on the Titan's head. "Hey. Why don't you just come out? We don't have time to waste." Levi's tone is bored as you watch him mock the Titan from above. "So... What do you think will happen to you now? Do you believe you can escape?" You tense, seeing Levi's face darken beyond recognition, pupils barely noticeable as he stares down at the Titan under his feet. "I wish you'd consider all the trouble we're going through... As I recall, you killed my troops in various ways. Did you find that fun?" You feel your own rage seep into your thoughts as you look at the Titan. "Right now, I'm having fun." Your grip tightens around your new blades as you continue to observe Levi's taunts, holding back silently. "Well, so am I right? I think you can understand me." Levi pauses, staring as deadly as ever, matching the darkened look on your face.

"That's right... I wanted to ask you something... Is it okay if we cut off your hands and legs? They'll grow back... right? I'm talking about your limbs, not the Titan's." Levi adjusts the grip on one of his swords, "We need you alive, after all..." A second of silence passes before the Titan starts to move. You jump up on your feet in surprise, "Levi!" You call out before the Titan lets out a deafening wail. It cried out again and again, shouts mingling with its voice, echoing across spaces and sending wave after wave of shocks that shook the Earth. You clench your hands over your ears, trying to protect your eardrums as it continues to scream. Dust rose as you saw soldiers let out their own cries of pain at the screeching noise the Titan let out before, finally, their shouts settled. You slowly put your hands from your ears to your side as you looked down, still seeing Levi on top of the Titan.

"Well, that was a surprise." You hear him mutter, though you're shocked the shouts didn't burst his eardrums. "Erwin, it stinks." You turned to see that it was Miche who spoke. That's not good; Miche's sense of smell never lies. "Which Direction?" You hear Erwin ask urgently. "Multiple sources, from all directions at once." You freeze, eyes widening along with Erwin at Miche's darkened face. "Ready the explosives!" Erwin shouts but is quickly interrupted by Miche again, "The first wave will come from the East. They're almost here." Soon enough, you hear the trampling sound of Titan's footprints approaching the area. "Cart guard team, intercept!" Erwin yells, but as you see several Scouts take off to get rid of the Titans, they get ignored. The Titans merely continue, barely paying any mind to the Scouts as they make a beeline for the Female Titan.

"Oi, you just did something, didn't you, bitch?" You hear Levi utter as he kicks the Female Titan from under him. "Levi! Three Titans, incoming," You yell out before Levi swiftly turns his head and takes off, killing the three. You join him, as more and more Titans approach the female Titan, killing two swiftly with your speed. "Titans from all directions!" You hear a Scout shout as you go for another kill. "All men engage. Defend the Female Titan, even if it costs your lives!" More soldiers join the fray, causing a bloodbath, as Titans are flung and killed over and over again. You continue with your movements, the Titans so adamant about getting to the Female Titan. Flinging yourself through the air, you twist, taking down three in a row. You continue, killing Titans and saving Scouts. Several minutes pass as you lose track of the number you have killed, but it is no use. No matter how quickly you turn, no matter if you take out five or ten in a row, more Titans simply keep coming, tearing away at the Female Titan.

You breathe harshly before taking out another Titan, too quick for the human eye to see before the shout of Erwin reaches the sky. "Soldiers, retreat! Back into formation!" You freeze at his words, landing on a branch of a tree and seeing Levi do the same. "Return to Karaness." You feel your heart drop to the floor as you sheathe your sword, hands trembling. After all that, we still lost. "We've been had." Your eyes flicker to Erwin, who looks at the sight of Titans on Titans, tearing at the Female Titan. "Just look at you," Levi says, staring at the blond-haired man next to him. "Don't tell me..." Erwin interrupts him, "The enemy was willing to sacrifice everything. I didn't expect the enemy to destroy itself along with the evidence by making the Titans devour itself."

You look at the sight in front of you, voice slightly shaking as you mutter, "All that talk at the court-martial, and this is what happens. If we return empty-handed, who knows what will happen to Eren or us." Erwin remains unmoving. "We can think about that after we return. Our priority now is getting home without additional casualties. For now..." Erwin replies stiffly while you look to Levi, "We need to call the squad." He nods towards me, eyes travelling to your hands that shake under your rage and defeat. "Wait, Levi, [y/n]," Erwin calls us, stopping us in our tracks, "Refill your gas and blades." We both look up, "There isn't time. I think we have plenty," Levi says, slowly looking at Erwin. "Why?" Erwin looks at the both of us, a grim expression on his face. "That's an order. Follow it." You and Levi exchange a glance before he looks to the Commander again, "Roger, Erwin. I trust your decision." You nod along as we take off, wondering why you have a sinking feeling in your chest.

.....

You and Levi quickly get the supplies you need, but for some reason, the worry you feel in your gut projects through your body in waves. You remember back to the sight that was in front of you. Titans tearing away at the Female Titan, steam bellowing from its corpse. But you also remember Eren in that state, how, though weakened, he was able to move once outside of the Titan. If the person inside the Female Titan was more experienced, is it possible that- No. You hastily get the new blades and fill up on gas, feeling Levi's eyes on you and your sharp movements. "Oi, [y/n]?" he looks at you questioningly as you look up at his concerned stare. "Levi," you say, forcing a smile, before looking down and continuing to change your gas tanks. But he quickly takes it from your grasp after seeing you struggle with it, changing it for you before quickly doing his own. He meets your eyes before getting ready to take off. "You're worried, right?" Your eyes widen as he glances your way. "Tch, let's go then." You nod, forcing yourself to settle as we push off with the maneuver gear.

We attached from one branch to the next, going in the direction where our squad should be. You slightly lead the way in haste, Levi following close behind you. We continued our descent through the forest in silence, but your heart jolted when a sudden noise echoed throughout the forest. It was a sound of a monster; an echoing growl, shaking the trees and the ground below us. You turn to Levi, whose eyes spark with shock. It can't be, can it? We exchange a glance before coming to a silent agreement to follow the direction of the noise. The yells continued to reverberate, echoing across space, but then you felt your heart drop beneath you.

Gunther?

The man you had just seen nodding up at you, the man you had laughed with just last night, hung from the trees unmoving. His maneuver gear was still wrapped on a branch as his deadweight slowly moved with the wind, his neck in an awkward position. Your body tenses, emotions threatening to consume you. You feel the pounding in your chest as you force yourself forward despite the choking feeling building in your throat. Dead silence reaches your ears as tension consumes you and Levi as you move faster through the trees. The quiet consumes your thoughts, leaving an unsettling wave of adrenaline coursing through your body. Despite the distant growls, everything was quiet, too quiet. You take in a sharp intake of breath. Surely, they can't all be-

Your eyes fall to the floor, your heart stuttering further. The green grass below was now enveloped by a pool of red, mingling with blond hair. Eld. A man so certain and composed stared back at you, nothing left from the waist down. Blood seeped slowly from the man that we respected, the man who had been our comrade and your friend. Darkness enveloped your emotions as you pushed yourself onwards, ignoring the feeling in your mind that just made you want to fall by his side and stop. For everything to stop, just for a moment. Your eyes flick nearby. Oluo. The man you had bickered with, the man an endless source to our laughter, a man revered despite himself of strength and skill lay on his side. Blood seeping from his mouth and nose, eyes blankly looking to the grass. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, threatening to give way. Grief struggles to make itself known through endless waves of shock. But then your eyes go to the final member of your squad, and you feel the remains of your heart shatter.

Petra. You slow down as you attach to the tree above her, her body leaning heavily against it. Your mind breaks at the sight of her once glinting eyes, full of warmth, now dull as they stare back at you. Blood trailed down her face as she looked upwards, her face empty of the usual joy and teasing you would always see when you called out to her... when she used to call out to you. "Petra," you whisper, hands shaking as you look down at her. This can't be happening right now. No, no, no. You take in a sharp breath, unable to wake up from another nightmare. I was too late... again. You hear the sound of Levi descending behind you, but you can't seem to face him; you can't look at him. Your mind swam with grief and regret. You feel his tight grasp on your shoulder, knowing he had also felt the pain of losing his squad as you look forward to where the growls of a monster still echo. You take in a shaky breath. You know what Levi is trying to convey despite the silence. So, you take off, forcing resentment and despair to pull back down your throat, Levi following next to you, ready to face the Female Titan once again.

.....

You look up just in time, as your eyes widen. The Female Titan had leant down to Eren's Titan, and just when the brief presence of Eren popped out from within, the Female chopped down and ate him whole. The growls of monsters are now silent, replaced by the screams of Mikasa as she chases the Female Titan with vigour and wrath as you and Levi try to catch up to where she fought. Mikasa now had a darkened glare, eyes full of hatred and rage as she looked at the Titan from where she was hung on a tree. Levi reacts quickly, as he grabs at her before she can push off to attack the Titan once again. "W-wait! What are you-?!"

You follow him when he has Mikasa in his grasp. "Fall back now," Levi states, his eyes sharpening at the girl who seems outraged by his disturbance. You see the resentment seep from her eyes, the resentment you knew Levi also held, the resentment you held. But now was a time of sharp and steady decisions, unless we wanted to risk more casualties. We had more experience; we knew how to handle situations shrouded with grief. Mikasa remains surprisingly silent as she is let go from Levi's grasp, following the two of us as we look in the direction of the Female Titan running away.

"Keep this distance for now. It may be tired," You mutter lowly, eyes faced forward. "It does not appear to be going very fast." The two follow closely. Levi then looks to Mikasa, "He seems to have been bit right out of the neck. Is Eren dead?" You turn to see Mikasa's face grim and enveloped by terror. "He's alive." Mikasa looks to the Female Titan, "The target appears to be intelligent, and its goal seems to be capturing Eren. If it wanted him dead, it would've crushed him. The target is fighting to escape after going through the trouble of putting him in his mouth." Levi's face darkens, "Its goal may have been to eat Eren. If that's the case, he's in its stomach. It's more reasonable to assume that he's dead."

"He's alive!" Mikasa's determined eyes continue to stay sharp despite Levi's words. "I hope you're right," You mutter as her eyes look to the both of us. "If you'd only protected Eren, this wouldn't have happened!" Levi then turns back, facing Mikasa as we still whip through the trees, brief recognition flashing through his eyes, "I see... You're the one from back then. Eren's close friend?" Despite everything, you can't help but sigh. Is he really just realising this now?

Mikasa's eyes widen briefly as he continues, "We'll limit ourselves to a single goal. First, give up on killing the Female Titan." Mikasa looked outraged, "It killed many of our comrades!" You feel yourself tense, eyes looking darkly ahead. Petra, Oluo, Eld, Gunther. "As long as it can harden its skin, we can't kill it. Do as we say," You speak up, your voice firm despite your contradicting heart. "We'll pin our hopes on Eren still being alive and rescue him before it leaves the forest." Levi agrees, "[y/n] and I will tear away at it," he then looks to Mikasa, "you, distract it."

We take off, Mikasa and you making your way in front of the Female Titan as Levi hangs above. You see the Titan's eyes flicker between us and Levi before halting and going to punch Levi. He turns, spinning against the arm that reached over to him, blades burying themselves into the eyes of the Titan as blood seeped through the air. You join in, using your speed to twist and cut across the Titan's body so quickly it has no time to react; You and Levi coordinate our movements, too fast for Mikasa's wide eyes to follow as the Titan finally falls to the floor from the damage. We continued slashing at the muscle of its arms, whipping past so that only the shine of our blades was visible. The Titan's arms then fell to the side, ready for us to retrieve Eren from its jaw, but also leaving the neck wide open.

Your eyes then flicker to Mikasa, seeing a glint in her eyes as we hung in the air, ready to retrieve Eren. "No, wait!" you yell at her as Levi looks at Mikasa in horror as she aims her swords for the neck of the Titan, going for the kill instead. You flash over to her in a millisecond as the Titan uses its remaining strength to try to slap Mikasa away forcibly. You aim your swords at the Titan's jaw, ripping through its muscle, where it releases Eren in a spool of substance before sheathing your swords and pushing Mikasa out of the way. However, no matter if you moved like lightning to where she was, you were now dead in the air, your maneuver gear quickly attaching to a branch of a tree but not fast enough to avoid the Titan's hand as it thwacked you through the air. "[y/n]!"

The air was knocked out of you as you desperately used your blurry vision to continue to the branch your maneuver gear attached to, but the momentum of the Titan's hand was too harsh. You crash into the tree, your body pounding on impact, feeling pricks of bark and leaves digging into your skin as you collapse. Your speed and maneuver gear had saved you from falling to your doom as you found yourself on the intended branch, just faster than expected from the hit you had taken from the Titan. You were fortunate the Titan's arms had taken damage, or you would have been dead by the time its hand touched your body. Your head blurs, a harsh ringing in your head as you look down. Bits of your uniform had been torn on impact, but you then felt a sharp pain on your side. Whilst one side of your maneuver gear had attached to the branch, saving your life, the other had released on impact, leaving a deep gash on the right side of your body.

You groaned, grasping tightly onto the tree as you released the other side of the maneuver gear so you were no longer attached to the branch you had collapsed on. You let in a shaky breath, holding onto your side as blood started to seep slowly through the wound, hearing muffled yells in the distance. You looked up, forcing your eyes to focus, though it faded in and out. "Le-Levi?" you stutter out, head lulling against the tree, trying to ignore the raging pain you feel in your body. "[y/n]!" His eyes were wide and frantic along with his movements as he made his way towards you. "[y-/n]," your eyes focused to see he was now right in front of you, his eyes now looking at the gash on your side. At the red that enveloped your upper body and hands. You see a flurry of emotions rush past his face: fear, worry, anger, and another you couldn't quite place.

You try to stay focused and present, but you feel your body start to weaken from blood loss. "Shit, what the fuck were you thinking," Levi shouts out, grabbing a piece of cloth and pushing it against your side. You wince; if you weren't on the verge of death, you would've enjoyed the way his eyes flickered over you, clear worry and shock shining in his eyes as he moved you gently, but you could feel consciousness slowly seeping away. "Levi," you mutter as you see the rare shine of mist reach his eyes. He looks at you in hopelessness, and you squeeze his hand with as much effort as you can provide. "No, [y/n], don't you fucking dare." His voice cracks subtly as he sees your unfocused eyes that try desperately to stay open. "Stay with me... not you, you can't... you can't..."

You can't help but think back to Isabel and Furlan, their smiling faces. Our squad and their laughter, teasing and friendly nudges. We lost countless comrades and friends to this battle against the Titans. Was it my time now to join them? But how could I leave this man behind? Your head brims with deep fear, an emotion you had thought to have locked away. You think back to your words as darkness slowly caves in despite Levi's hold on you tightening. I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you until the end. Tears fall slowly from your eyes as you take one last look at the man you love, his grey eyes shining desperately in front of you. "I'm sorry," you mutter against his shouts as darkness pulls you in. 

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[Chapter Ten] <--> [Chapter Twelve]

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Ghostwriter Ch 3

Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3

Pairings:

Kendall Knight/Female Original Character, Female Original Character/Female Original Character in the background, Logan Henderson/Camille Roberts in the background, James Diamond/Lucy Stone in the background

Characters: Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Logan Henderson, Carlos Garcia, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainright, Arthur Griffin, Ronnie Clark oc, Callie oc, Addison oc

Word count: 5607

The bus dropped her off just a few blocks down from her house. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, Ronnie played music through her earphones. Her MP3 player was safely in her sweatshirt pocket. She noticed the fancy car parked outside of her house and slowed to a stop. California in sleek printed letters was under the jumbled assortment of letters and numbers. She pulled an earbud out and looked at her house. Her dad's car was there, and Scout could be seen running around in the backyard. As curious as she was, panic crept up her neck as the cold breeze ruffled her hair. 

It had been roughly a week and a half since her music was first played on Marta In the Morning 108.9, and since then, it has been played a few more times. It was a jarring surprise to turn the radio on in the morning to hear one of her songs being requested by a caller. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to reap many benefits because it was overwhelming to have people who didn’t notice her suddenly crowd around her as if she were a celebrity. Not to mention, Callie and Addison were fighting, and she was in the middle of it. All she needed was some peace and quiet, for once. Her life essentially had been turned upside down in such little time. 

Ronnie was surprised to find the door was unlocked when she turned the knob. It stuck just like it always did, and she pushed hard against it with her shoulder. Ronnie felt it budge, but her father had opened the door. She smiled at him sheepishly and tucked her hair behind her ears. 

“Why is that car out front? Is it the FBI?” Ronnie gestured with her thumb over her shoulder at the black car. 

Her father smiled down at her wordlessly and stepped aside to let her into the house. She could see a well-dressed black woman sitting at their small dining room table, drinking from a mug decorated with Disney characters. Ronnie froze in the doorway, staring at her like a deer in headlights. Was she in trouble? Did something happen? Is she her dad’s lawyer? Does he no longer have ten years left? Her thoughts were racing, and her skin was set ablaze. Her father’s smile faltered, and he noticed the uncomfortability in her eyes. 

The woman noticed the girl with electric blue hair when her canvas bag hit the floor. She whizzed past them, pulling off her sweatshirt. Her bedroom door slammed shut, and the woman jumped. It wasn’t a reaction she was expecting. James gave her an apologetic look, flashing a smile as if to say I’m sorry about my daughter. 

“Is… Is she okay?” Kelly’s brow twitched, and the corners of her mouth downturned slightly. 

“She’ll be fine. She just needs some time alone.” 

“I’ll admit, this isn’t exactly the reaction I expected.” 

“Veronica will be over the moon, trust me.” He said this because, to him, it was customary for his daughter to be this way. James had always known that his daughter could get overstimulated and overwhelmed easily. 

“She doesn’t seem happy.” Kelly tried to curb her curiosity. As much as she wanted to poke and prod for any insight on the teenager with dyed hair, she refrained from asking anything personal. 

“I have a feeling it’s been a hard day, and with you being here, it might have been the final straw that broke the camel's back.” 

Kelly nodded slowly, not quite understanding, but she didn’t want to push it. She was in their home, and the last thing she wanted to do was overstep. 

There was an awkwardness that settled in the air. The black woman sipped on her tea and looked around the semi-open space. She noticed the photos on the wall. Ronnie and her father were in many of the pictures, and Kelly could only assume that the girl's grandmother was in a few of them, but only her mother was in one. That photo was at the center of the arrangement on the taupe wall. Ronnie was relatively young, and they looked like a small but happy family. James turned to look at what she intently looked at, and he tensed up slightly. The woman is wearing a light blue dress in the only photo of Ronnie, her father, and her mother. 

“My wife’s favorite color was blue. That’s why Ronnie dyed her hair that color.” 

Kelly snapped out of her thoughts; she stared at him cluelessly for a second. 

Eventually, Ronnie exited her room, and the woman felt saved. The teen opened the fridge and grabbed a can of cola from the open box on the shelf. It was only in the refrigerator to save floor space because a pack of water was sitting next to the counter on the floor. The can opened with a satisfying hiss, and Ronnie leaned her elbows on the counter. 

“Who are you?” She didn’t mean to sound on edge, but was on edge. She was uncomfortable and confused and needed a good cry. 

“Kelly Wainwright, I work at Rocque Records. I was talking with Mr. Clark– your father- about possibly taking you back to California so you can work under Gustavo Rocque.” 

“Gustavo Rocque, the boyband producer?” Ronnie looked unimpressed. 

“Yes… That Gustavo Rocque.” Kelly’s smile wavered slightly. 

She could already tell Ronnie’s response; in a way, she reminded her a lot of Kendall, who had no interest in becoming a singer. Since then, he has significantly changed, but that could be because he was there singing with his friends in a boyband. Perhaps Ronnie would be the same way. The teen could be disillusioned at the moment, but something would change her mind along the way, and she could be so happy to work with Gustavo and Big Time Rush. 

“Yeah, no. If you want to buy my music instead, I’m not selling it.” 

“Ronnie.” James turned to look at her, and for a moment, he gave her the same look her grandmother had whenever she ruined an opportunity of a lifetime. 

“Dad, I’m not going across the country without you.” 

“No, no, no. You misunderstand.” Kelly shook her head vigorously. “You and your father will have an all-expenses paid stay at the Palm Woods, the home of the future famous.” 

“Okay, I’m still not going. If you need a songwriter so badly, look elsewhere.” 

“Veronica.” James looked disappointed. Perhaps the grandmother had gotten through to him. 

Kelly was desperate—as desperate as Gustavo was when they went to Duluth, Minnesota, to find talent before Griffin sent them packing. There were four more days until Griffin’s deadline. This was her last chance. Ronnie was her last resort. 

“I understand completely,” Kelly stood up and rifled through her bag. She handed James the card, her smile pulled tightly across her face. “If you change your mind, my plane doesn’t leave for another day.” 

Ronnie rolled her eyes and slurped on her cola. 

“Thank you so much for having me.” Kelly’s voice wavered. The pressure was getting to her, and she would eventually snap. She was a rubberband that was pulled as tightly as possible. 

The woman moved haphazardly out the door, accidentally running into Callie on her way out. Ronnie’s dad sighed and shook his head. The teen didn’t see anything wrong with her answer but was surprised to see Callie standing there with a panicked and worried expression. Something in Ronnie’s bones told her something was wrong, but she wouldn’t jump to conclusions. It wouldn’t help if she jumped to conclusions. 

“Addison is attending Trent’s party tonight, and I’m worried about her. I don’t trust those football jerks.” Callie rushed to get to Ronnie’s house. She forgot her jacket and was shivering in the cold, rubbing her arms for warmth. 

Ronnie blinked twice, processing her words. Her dad listened to their conversation, but it wasn’t like anyone was in immediate danger. Were they? 

“I thought you weren’t on speaking terms.” 

“We aren’t, but that doesn’t matter. She got back together with her bitchy boyfriend, and I don’t trust him.” 

“You’re jealous,” Ronnie said bluntly. “I don’t like Trent either, but if Adds got back together with him, it's out of our hands.” 

“We have to go to that party to ensure she’ll be okay.” Callie pleaded. This was the first time something truly bothered her, and Ronnie had no idea what to think. 

Ronnie was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If she showed up at a party neither of them was invited to, it would seem like she was taking Callie’s side during their fight, but if she didn’t go, she would support Addison. There were unwritten social rules littered amongst this that she had yet to unearth or understand. 

“I think you should go to that party,” 

“Oh, hey, Mr. Clark.” Callie waved. 

“Dad.” Ronnie turned and gave him a pointed look. 

“What? It sounds like you need my advice.” 

“I don’t need your advice. I’m not going.” 

“Ronnie, please!” Callie clasped her hands together and gave her puppy dog eyes. 

Ronnie stared at her blankly. She didn’t want to go to the party. She didn’t care about anyone at the party. The pressure was building between her brows, and she tried to scream. She wanted to scream and throw things around. Even if Ronnie were to go to the party, it would only be because of Callie and Addison. The entire time, she would stick to standing outside and staying away from everyone else who was having a good time. The loud noises and flashing lights bothered her more than anything. Callie knew this, and Addison knew this. 

Callie and Ronnie were the loners, the outcasts, and they were most certainly not invited to a party hosted by Trent Anderson. But that didn’t matter. If Addison were in danger, Callie would go to her no matter where she was, even if she had to follow the cheerleader to the ends of the earth. Ronnie had strong opinions about alcohol and underage drug use. She knew it was wrong, but if it came down to it, she wouldn’t go to the police and rat anyone out. 

“Call me if anything happens or you want to come home early. I don’t want you getting a ride from one of your friends or a classmate, even if they aren’t drunk.” 

It was nice to know that her dad would come to her rescue. With such a support network, she couldn’t help but feel too hasty about not going to California with the woman from Rocque Records. 

Trent lived on the other side of town. His house was a mini-mansion. The colored lights poured out of the windows, and the music was so loud Callie and Ronnie could hear it down the street. Ronnie was already starting to freak out. All those people would be dancing and moving about with god-awful concoctions of alcohol in their cups because the only highlight of high school part was getting wasted. Ronnie considered unbuckling her seat belt and jumping out of the car for a split second. She may not know her way home but would run as far from this house as possible. Sinking into the passenger seat, she pulled her hood over her head and pulled the drawstrings to cover her face. 

“I know you hate this,” Callie sighed. “But I need to make sure Adds is okay.” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Ronnie mumbled through her hoodie. 

“Can you just pretend to be normal for once?” 

“What?” 

“At first, I thought you were being weird because you’re suddenly famous for your mediocre music, but you’re being fucking weird.” Callie unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door, slamming it shut shortly after. 

“Hold on,” Ronnie slammed the door shut when she scrambled out. “What do you mean?” 

“It’s always something with you!” Callie groaned and ran her hands through her hair. “Ice cream texture or the pretzel is too soft, the smell of salt water makes you vomit, the sweater is washed wrong. What is wrong with you? Why are you like this?” 

Ronnie was stunned into silence. She stared at Callie like the goth girl had kicked Scout multiple times. The black-haired girl didn’t wait for an answer. She stomped off toward the house, leaving Ronnie out front. Unfortunately, this was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Before spiraling, before freaking out and having a meltdown on the front lawn of Trent Anderson’s house, Ronnie needed to calm down. She needed something to distract her, to chase her worries and fears away. She needed to reduce the pressure building in her skull before globs of hot tears spilled out like ink from a ballpoint pen. 

The only way she would find that would be through the house. 

Against her better judgment, against her opinions and thoughts about house parties, she weaved her way through the congealed mass of teenage bodies. The stench of alcohol stuck to the walls, the floors, the couches, and the curtains. There was no doubt that the stench would stick to her clothes. Underage drinking was wrong; it was illegal, but perhaps the burn of the alcohol could hold the dam of emotions that were begging to break and spill free. 

“Woah, woah! Slow down there, or you’ll be waking up with a killer hangover tomorrow.” TJ Miller was the linebacker on their football team, and they shared a homeroom. He had a bit of a reputation because he broke a teacher’s nose. 

He took the bottle from her and grabbed the red Solo cup from her hands. In the dim light, he could see her shaking and the watery look in her eyes. He wasn’t going to let her drink all her problems away. 

“Come on, let’s go somewhere that isn’t crowded.” 

She wouldn’t usually let him lead her somewhere away from the loud music that made her head pound or the crowds that made her skin crawl. Ronnie was surprised when he led her upstairs and turned on the light in a room, possibly checking if anyone was using it to do something. Part of her thought he was going to shut the door and push himself onto her, but instead, he opened the window and climbed through. She felt like a deer in headlights watching him poke his head through the window. The flush of alcohol on his face wasn’t enough to determine if he was out of his mind because he was drunk or if he was being stupid trying to impress her. 

“The roof is stable, I promise.” He sounded so sincere and honest. He was the only guy on the football team who wasn’t a raging asshole. So, maybe she could trust him just this once. 

Ronnie climbed out the window carefully. She was squeezing the life out of TJ’s hand, her arms shaking. The roof was slanted, and it was like she was going to topple over and smash her head open on the ground below. But she sat down, pulled her knees to her chest, and buried her face in them while TJ laid back and rested his hands behind his head. 

“So, what’s on your mind, Vee? With all that alcohol you were pouring, I don’t doubt something is bothering you.” 

In Freshman year, TJ tutored Ronnie on environmental science. Unlike Trent, he was patient and kind and didn’t seem like someone who would make out with a drunk girl when he had a girlfriend. 

Ronnie’s shoulder hunched up, and she pulled her hood over her face. The cold air was cutting across her cheeks, and she wanted to hide that she had finally started crying. The brunette sat up when he realized just how upset she was. He was aware of her aversion to touch, especially during her breakdowns. He had witnessed quite a few during their tutoring sessions because her father had been diagnosed with prostate cancer at the time. 

“Everything’s changing,” she said. She picked her head up and held it in her hands. “My friends hate me, Hollywood scouted me because of my music, my dad might not have long to live, and I feel like it’s all falling apart.” 

“Woah…” TJ’s eyes widened. “Your friends don’t hate you. Everyone has fights. It’ll all blow over, and you’ll be as thick as thieves later.” 

“But what if we don’t? I don’t want to be alone again. I can’t be alone again. What if they hate me because they discovered Rocque Records stopping by my house?” 

“Okay, Vee, you can’t make everyone happy. What do you want to do?” 

“I don’t know!” Her shoulders shook with her sobs, and she buried her face in her arms. 

“Okay, okay.” TJ nodded to himself. He wasn’t exactly in the right mind to help her, nor did he know what to say in the moment that would make her feel better. 

So, his only solution was to let her cry. 

It was a lovely night, and he didn’t have anything against sitting out on the roof and letting his sort of friend cry. The air was crisp and clean, which rivaled the stifled, smelly air trapped in the horrible circulation of the house because all the windows were shut tight. TJ stretched out and enjoyed lying down. Although the roof may not be comfortable, it was far better than having to share a couch with some drunk girls who wanted to jump his bones. He didn’t keep track of how long Ronnie had been crying, but eventually, she sniffled, wiped her face with her sleeves, and pulled her hood off. 

“Do you think I made the right choice?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. TJ had to lean close to hear what she said. 

“What choice?” 

“I told the lady I didn’t want to go to Hollywood.” 

“Oh.” TJ blinked twice, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I think you should go to Hollywood. Live the dream and sip fruity little drinks from the poolside.” 

“Is it not too late?” 

“Things have a crazy way of working out, Vee. I don’t think it’s too late to change your mind.” 

“She did give my dad a card…” 

“See? Call the lady back and tell her you’re going to Hollywood.” TJ grinned from ear to ear. “And if you do go, maybe I could take a little road trip with your friends to visit you.” 

“I never thought about that.” 

“Exactly!” 

“I should get home.” Ronnie searched for her phone. At first, TJ thought she was falling off the roof, and he panicked. 

“Wait, wait, wait. I can take you home.” 

“Nope. Calling my dad.” Ronnie stood up shakily and climbed back into the bedroom through the window. TJ followed like a puppy at her heels, a big puppy towering over her with chocolatey eyes and a dopey smile. 

Like he said, her father came to pick her up. He was practically waiting by the phone in case something happened to his daughter. TJ tripped and stumbled as he shuffled across the walkway to join Ronnie and her dad. He had only ever met James Clark once, and some girl had splashed a pink smoothie on his face because they thought he was flirting with her. But, her father didn’t mind as the tall teenage boy climbed into the back of his car, muttering thank yous and sorry for the inconvenience. 

The car ride was relatively awkward because no one was talking. A cassette tape was loaded into the dashboard compartment and played softly. The passenger side window was down, and she leaned her head out, watching the world whizz past her view. The breeze turned her face cold, but it dried the tear stains. Her father drummed his hands on the wheel to the song's beat, humming quietly. The farther they left the house, the calmer the night was. 

The small town of Stowe was relatively calm. The teenagers at the local high school may have been rowdy, but it was never too much to handle. It was a quiet town. There wasn’t much to do after the sun, and most people were content. Part of Ronnie wanted to get out of this town. It had nothing for her, but she couldn’t leave her friends behind. She wasn’t like her father, who was used to moving around. He could pack up his life and move on as if nothing mattered. But Ronnie, she wasn’t like that. By the time she came into the world, her father was no longer in the military, and her grandfather had been long since deceased. 

TJ was dropped off at Miller’s residence. He used the car ride to sober himself up as much as possible. His parents would kill him if they found out he was drunk, but there was no disguising the way he wobbled up the walkway and fumbled around looking for his keys. Ronnie’s dad waited until TJ was safely inside his house before he drove off. Ronnie’s eyes fluttered closed as the car rumbled with movement. 

Her father tried to ignore it, but she mumbled in her sleep. The decision weighed on her like a stone at the bottom of a pond, and he felt terrible that it was stressing her out so much. She was just a kid; she didn’t need to think about her future or how it would be affected if she decided against going to Hollywood. 

“Thanks, TJ…” She murmured, and her father nearly choked on his saliva. 

James didn’t want it to seem as though he wanted his daughter to make a hasty, split-second decision that would change her life, but he also didn’t want her to feel as though she was alone. He was here for her. He would do whatever she decided as long as it made her happy. James doesn’t want her to sacrifice her happiness just because she thinks it will be easier on him or her grandmother. The last thing he wanted to do was hold her back from something that could help her feel better or make her more confident. She was his pride and joy, and he didn’t want to get in the way unless it was dangerous or threatened her wellbeing. 

Ronnie roused from her slumber when the car stopped in their driveway. The key turned in the ignition, and the vehicle stopped rumbling. 

“Veronica, I love you and will never stop loving you.” 

She blinked at him curiously, rubbing her eyes. They were sore from all the crying. 

“I love you too and want to go to Hollywood.” 

She sleepily opened the passenger side door and hopped out of the truck. Her father stared at her like she had three heads. His brows shot up. Part of him wondered what she and TJ had talked about. 

“Ronnie, honey, what do you mean?” Her father followed after her once he locked the car. He was very concerned about how quickly her opinion had changed. 

“You’re coming with me, so why not?” Ronnie shrugged. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t know how exhausting packing up your life will be. You’ll freak out or possibly have a meltdown–” 

“Dad, it’ll be fine.” 

“I don’t expect you to make such a quick decision.” He sighed and ran a hand down his face. 

“Then we can talk about it tomorrow.” 

Ronnie closed her bedroom door before he could follow her inside. He leaned his forehead against the door and sighed heavily. Was she going because he wanted her to go? Did her grandmother say something to her? What was with the sudden change of heart?

In hindsight, they shouldn’t have waited until the last second to call Kelly Wainwright and tell her they had changed their minds, but they had different opinions about what was happening. Ronnie was adamant that her grandmother didn’t say anything to her, but her father was convinced that her mother spoke to his daughter about how she should embrace this crazy opportunity. Neither her father nor grandmother wanted to push her into a decision she didn’t want to make, but Ronnie stood her ground about wanting to go to Hollywood. 

“Dad! Have you seen my laptop?” Ronnie raced out of her room frantically. Her suitcase was almost packed. 

“You left it on the couch, honeybun.” Her grandmother pointed out. 

“Thank you!” Ronnie breathed as she grabbed her laptop and ran back to her room. 

Her father’s suitcase was already packed, but only because he was used to packing and traveling everywhere. He had the expertise and understanding of what to throw in his luggage. On the other hand, Ronnie was like a wild animal searching through her dresser drawers frantically for anything appropriate for the hot L.A. temperatures. She haphazardly stuffed her laptop charge with her second pair of sneakers and delicately placed the laptop over everything else. She had dozens of notebooks and her MP3 player in her carry-on bag. 

It was a hectic morning in the Clark household. 

Thankfully, her grandmother offered to look after Scout while Ronnie and James were in L.A. That was one less thing to worry about, but Ronnie still felt terrible about leaving him behind. She didn’t want to risk delaying her departure any further by bringing him along. 

Kelly greeted them at the airport and gave Ronnie a CD of Big Time Rush’s latest album so the girl could understand the band's sound. Her favorite song by far was Famous. 

Ronnie wasn’t the best at flying. Unfortunately, she had never flown in a plane and got airsick. As soon as the plane landed, she threw up. Kelly politely held her hair back and looked away, not too keen on throwing up. Although they flew on a private jet to LAX, Ronnie was sure she was not getting on a plane again. Kelly offered her water and assured her she would not get on another plane unless she wanted to. 

The rest of the journey to the Palm Woods was relatively easy. Ronnie and her dad rode in a limousine. Like a dog, she stuck her head out the window, trying to take in all the sights of Los Angeles, California, as much as possible. Every inch of space was bustling with life, unlike Stowe. Ronnie had stars in her eyes, taking blurry pictures on her phone with a grin stretching from ear to ear. She was so glad to have taken Kelly up on that offer to bring her here. 

“Okay, okay. Sit down before you hurt yourself.” Her father chuckled, trying to ease his growing anxiety because his daughter was practically hanging out the window. 

“This place is awesome! You live here year-round?” Ronnie asked Kelly, pulling her head back into the vehicle. Her hair was messed up from the wind. 

“Not entirely year-round. I go on vacation to places like Hawaii.” Kelly couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Ronnie’s excitement was infectious. 

“How could you go to Hawaii when you live here?” Ronnie’s eyes widened. “That’s like saying you go to England for the tea.” 

“Just because you’re amazed doesn’t mean everyone else is.” Her father cracked a small smile. “When you live in one place your whole life, it loses value.” 

“That’s crazy! I would never hate living here!” 

“Just wait. You might not be saying that later.” Her father had a knowing look. 

“Maybe so, but this place is so cool!” 

The car stopped before Palm Woods, and Ronnie scrambled out of her seat. She burst out of the car door like a bullet from a gun. She gasped and looked up at the tall building standing before her. It was so pretty and fancy. But the excitement soon died down when she realized she and her father would be unpacking their belongings for a while. The task was daunting and suddenly very overwhelming. 

She had momentarily forgotten how big of a change it was to go from Stowe, Vermont, to Los Angeles, California. At that moment, she realized how far she was from Callie and Addison and how she wouldn’t wake up and take Scout on his morning walks anymore. Her life had been essentially uprooted and taken from underneath her. There were all kinds of new faces that she didn’t recognize. Her father put a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched. 

“We’ll be okay.” He reassured her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

“For now, we can worry about getting you unpacked. Tomorrow, you’ll meet Gustavo and the boys at the studio bright and early.” Kelly smiled brightly. “The bellhop is bringing up all the boxes, and I can show you to your apartment!” 

Ronnie gave her father a weary look. He was getting their luggage out of the trunk of the limo. The teen had a tight grip on the handle of her luggage as it rolled behind her through the lobby of the Palm Woods. Her eyes were glued to the floor, and she swore she could feel some people looking at her. It made her skin itch like crazy. 

Her ears perked up at the sound of jingling keys. Kelly had handed her and her father keys to the apartment. The wheel on her suitcase jammed, and she stopped in the middle of the hallway. The sides of her face were warm, and she felt as though everything was wrong yet again. She was stranded in a different state where no one knew who she was. It was most likely that no one here was friendly either, considering they were the future famous and were probably competitive. She picked up her suitcase and trudged after her father and the talent manager. She wanted to get all this unpacking over to hide herself in her room until tomorrow. Ronnie froze in the doorway. The apartment was spacious. There was some basic furniture, like a table, chairs, and a couch, but it wasn’t wild. She could only assume this was the setup in every other apartment at the Palm Woods. 

There were boxes piled by the door inside and outside, and various things were jumbled together, so they would have to be sorted. The kitchen stuff was vaguely near the kitchen area, and the living room stuff was barely in the living room. Ronnie stared at all the boxes hopelessly. There was no way the two of them could get through this in a day. Part of her was curious if Kelly would help them or if she had some other work to attend to, but when she turned around, Kelly was gone. 

“Dad?” Ronnie’s voice wavered. 

“We’ll start on the kitchen, yeah? That way, I can make dinner.” He ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re up early for work tomorrow.” 

“No, did we have to pack everything from the house?” 

“This isn’t everything.” Her father laughed. 

“Yeah, but it’s still a lot…” 

“I promise you that it only looks bigger than it is.” 

Ronnie was uncertain but nodded and pushed her shoulders back. 

While they unpacked, Ronnie put the Big Time Rush CD on the radio on the counter. Her father had suggested she bring it with them, and it came in handy. She was sure she was well acquainted with their music and style, but it was fun to listen to them. Their poppy music was very fitting for a boyband of their caliber. They kept the door open for some reason. 

There was a commotion in the hall, and Ronnie wandered curiously. She noticed a boy wearing a helmet had crashed into the boxes stacked in the apartment and half hoped that nothing in there was fragile or made of glass. His eyes sparkled when he noticed her. 

“Girl!” He shouted, getting to his feet haphazardly and brushing himself off. 

“Carlos!” Someone shouted, and soon, two other boys joined him. 

The one with a boy-next-dor type look tried to tidy up the boxes, muttering apologies quickly. The one wearing a hint of eyeliner that smelled like axe body spray gave Ronnie a look. She smiled sheepishly and backed away. One of them opened their mouth, but she closed the door in their face and pressed her back against it. The last thing she needed was to get herself involved with boys from Hollywood. That would not end well for either of them. 

Her dad picked his head up when the door shut. The sink was running, and he was busy washing the dishes before putting them away. Ronnie blew hair out of her face and sat at the kitchen island, leaning her chin in her palm. 

“Why don’t you go introduce yourself?” 

“No, I have to finish unpacking,” Ronnie responded blankly. 

“Kiddo, this stuff isn’t going anywhere.” 

“Okay, then, I don’t want to introduce myself to anyone today. I can do that tomorrow.” 

“If you don’t, I will take you around and introduce you to all those kids myself.” He half-joked, half-threatened, with a smile on his face. “I don’t want you to spend every day of your life in this apartment.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll introduce myself to people tomorrow.” 

“Good. Change can be tough, but things will improve from here on out.” 

“I hope so.” 

“Now, enough sulking. Help me put away these dishes.” 

“Ugh, fine.” Ronnie rolled her eyes with a smile. 

Maybe her music journey was just beginning, and her life could be changed for the better, but that would not be known until tomorrow. Tomorrow would change her life.

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

A Blue Bird and a Black Cat pt 4

(Selina decides that Marinette would be better as the Cat than Adrien. Five years, later Dick is very confused about this Lady Noire)

ao3 beginning previous

"GAH! I'm so pathetic!" Marinette groaned as she collapsed onto the couch. Leaning back she hid her face in her hands as Bud and Lou began nuzzling into her sides. 

"Ah!" Harley exclaimed putting away her bat. "You're not pathetic! Sugar! You were just caught off guard that's all! Happens to the best of us."

Marinette peeked out from behind her hands and eyed her honorary aunts suspiciously. Harley was plopping down onto the arm chair, as Ivy wrangled her plants into their proper place. They were both calm and smiling sweetly, as if nothing was wrong. As if she hadn't just made the biggest fool of herself. And in front of Nightwing too! Marinette cursed herself and hid her face in the crook of her elbow, while her free hand absently scratched one of the hyenas. "I am the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous. The Hero of Paris. World renowned thief! I have faced monsters, and demons, and threats that would make the big blue boy scout cower in his stupid ice fortress! And one powerless mortal, who can barely hold her own against a common mugger, throws me into a post traumatic, anxiety fueled spiral!" She peeked out again to through a critical eye at her aunts, "How is that not pathetic?"

"Because she hurt you," Ivy said coming forward. She smiled as sweetly as her roses when she held up a hair brush and said, "May I?" Marinette sighed and adjusted so that Ivy could easily access her long black hair, and so that Bud and Lou would stop fighting over who got scratches. When Ivy took out the hair pins, Marinette instantly felt lighter as the tightness on her scalp eased and the hyenas settled to rest their heads on her lap. As Ivy began to brush, Marinette thanked all the kwami that she had decided to grow out her hair. And once the young woman was fully relaxed, the not so former rogue began to talk. "That girl hurt you Marigold. There is no denying it. She betrayed you and tortured you, that kind of pain doesn't just go away. It doesn't matter how much time has passed or how much power you gain. If your scars are still there then you'll always remember what they mean."

Marinette took a deep breath but kept her eyes closed. "It sucks," she muttered.

"It sure does, Sugar," Harley said sympathetically. "But take it from two gals who've been broken and betrayed more times than we care to admit, you can get through this! You're ten times stronger than I've ever been, so I know that healing is just around the corner! Trust me!"

"You've worked so hard Mari," Ivy said softly. "Building yourself back up, recovering the miraculous, balancing their energies! A little hiccup like tonight is not going to undo five years of growth and dedication. In fact, it might just make you stronger."

"She's right, Sugar!" Harley said as Marinette opened one eye skeptically. "Think of this as your next check point! The wounds are healed, but you still need to deal with the scars. What you need now, is closure!"

"Closure?" Marinette muttered and scoffed, "How can I ever gain closure? She doesn't...she doesn't even remember what she did!" Marinette felt the tears falling down her face silent and slow. She tried taking deep breaths. She did not want to fall apart over this. It was juvenile, and pathetic. She had put Paris and what had happened there behind her! She was supposed to be better. She was supposed to be stronger! So why was she crying over something that didn't matter anymore? Something she shouldn't even consider important anymore. But the tears kept falling as they threatened to drown her in her grief and pain. Grief and pain that shouldn't exist anymore. 

Soft wet hyena kisses, interrupted her spiral as Bud and Lou began to lick the tears from her face. She choked a laugh, pulled the boys close, and held them as tightly as she could. Soon she felt Harley and Ivy wrap her up in a tight embrace as they rested their heads on hers. She let her silent tears fall as Harley whispered soft and gentle in what Marinette had come to recognize as her therapist voice...her original voice. "Closure doesn't have to mean justice. If it did, then the bastard clown would be dead a million times over. I...I might never get justice for what he did to me. And that pain...it will mark me for the rest of my life. But that isn't my closure. Revenge, justice, forgetting, those things will never help me sleep at night. But moving forward. Not letting him affect me, define me. That is my closure. That is how I deal with the scars. They will never go away. But he does not have the power to reopen them."

"Let her forget," Ivy whispered, "Let them all forget. They don't deserve the redemption that could be born from their guilt. They don't matter. What matters is you Marigold! What matters is you living life as you choose. And we will be there to help you."

"Every step of the way!" The girls looked up at the sound of the new voice and instantly moved to release Marinette as Selina came towards them. The hyenas moved and Nineteen kwamis swirled around the two women as they held each other close. Selina gently smoothed her kitten's midnight black hair as she whispered, "Go on now, my most precious kitten. You are allowed to cry. You are allowed to shout and curse. You are allowed to scream and rage. You are allowed to weep and mourn. You are allowed to feel, even over the silliest things. Even over a stubbed toe. Go on now. Feel!"

Somewhere deep in Marinette's mind, she cringed at still needing permission to feel all of her emotions. After all this time, she still had to be reminded that her emotions were no longer in danger. But all of those thoughts were drowned in the familiar mantra of her mentor. Suddenly she was 18 again relearning how to cry and laugh and shout with genuine emotion. With genuine feeling. So Marinette cried and raged against those who hurt her, and when she was done she laughed and smiled with those who loved her. 

Marinette woke the next morning feeling refreshed and revitalized, but for some reason...stiff. She soon realized why when she saw that she had slept in her dress on the couch with Harley and Ivy. She yawned and extricated herself from the sleeping pile of red, green, fur, and leaves with a gentle smile. She loved her crazy aunts, and their crazy lives, and she wouldn't trade her crazy life for anything. 

She yawned again as she put on the coffee. She looked around and decided that the best way to thank Harls and Ives for helping her last night, would be to make them a splendid breakfast. But she stopped short when she saw the note on the fridge. 

"Dear Kitten, I know what your thinking and it isn't necessary. Those two will sleep till noon, so don't bother. Besides I've already ordered them Brunch in your name from their favorite place. So, if you're up for it, come by the manor for breakfast. Don't worry about being late, I know your sleep schedule, and you'll get there with plenty of time to spare! Besides, Alfred's cooking and everyone should be there! Up for a little chaos?!! Love, Selina"

Marinette rolled her eyes and moved into her bed room to go and change. But before she did, she looked around for where the kwamis. She smiled when she saw that, after comforting her, they had all fallen asleep on either Bud and Lou, or Ivy's plants. At that moment only Plagg and Tikki were awake, and they immediately flew to her side when she motioned for them to follow her. "So what do you both think about all of this?" she asked as soon as her door was closed. 

"Personally, I think you should let me cataclysm the whole lot of them," Plagg said definitively, and Marinette snorted in spite of Tikki's exclamations. 

"Plagg!" the little red bug cried, "We can't just go around killing people we don't like! But I wouldn't worry about Alya, Marinette. I'm sure Selina will make sure that you two will never bump into each other like that again. Besides we should really be focused on the big day coming up!" 

Marinette nodded with a mischievous smile, "Oh yes, the wedding! That will be a lovely distraction!"

"No, Marinette I mean--"

"The bachelorette party! Yes of course, I'll need to make sure Harls and Ives haven't already planned anything yet!"

"Marinette!" Tikki cried, and the girl shot the goddess an apologetic smile. Meanwhile Plagg was cracking up in the corner, as Tikki floated frustrated between them.

"I'm sorry Tikki," Marinette said as she moved toward the five year calendar. It was an unusual calendar because it didn't start on January first, but on a random day in the middle of the year that meant nothing to any one except for Marinette, Selina, and the people of Paris. Marinette touched the last day on the poster with a nervous but excited smile. "Three more days, and then I will be completely balanced."

Tikki beamed and began buzzing with excitement. She was more than ready to have her favorite holder wearing the Ladybug earrings again. But Plagg was less excited as he said, "Three more days until things around here get significantly less fun!"

"Plagg!" Tikki exclaimed. "That's not fair, you've had her for five years!"

"So have you!"

"But that was five years ago!"

"I think," Marinette interrupted, "That in three days, Tikki and I will have to have a girls day. But today..." Marinette smiled down at the note in her hand. Selina really did know her. "Plagg, do you want to cause some chaos?"

Lila went over her list one more time. The Court of Owls had commissioned a bulk job, with almost every wealthy and/or significant figure in Gotham listed, but it was clear from their interviews that they also expected quality. She couldn't just walk into their offices whisper a few things and then leave. Besides that wasn't how her powers worked. And even after she had reinforced her abilities with magic, there would always be those individuals with a strong enough will, or mental reinforcements able to resist her. She had met them before, and she had learned how to bend even the strongest of minds to her will. The trick was to make sure that they never realized that they were being manipulated.

So she planned and she sorted. She sorted the list into three columns that would help her complete the job in three stages. The first column was labeled sheep. Here she put all of the names that wouldn't require much effort, maybe just a short dress and a bottle of wine. After some encouraging words and a night they would never remember, these individuals would be wrapped around her finger ready for her client. She smiled, she could already imagine the power of having so many people under her will, for the more people under her sway, the stronger she grew. 

The second column was marked bulls. These were the people who would require more effort, but they were not impossible. The trick with them was to convince them that they were the ones in control. If they believed that they had the upper hand, then they would never even think to realize that it was not their own voice telling them how to react, but hers. It would require a lot of subtlety and access to these name through less conspicuous means that a sleazy dress. So she put them to the side, until she had her sheep in line. 

The third and final column was blank, but she kept it there all the same. It was a constant reminder that no matter how rich and powerful this job made her, there would always be someone who could see through her lies and to the truth. The final column was labeled Marinette. The one person Lila had ever met that could completely resist every form of manipulation Lila had thrown at her. Meta powers slid off of her shoulders like water. Magic manipulation, the bitch had barley even registered it. Social manipulation, threats, bullying, and bribery, none of it had worked on Marinette Dupain-Cheng and it had almost ruined Lila Rossi. So Lila made sure that if a name ever made it into that third and final list, then she would have a way to bow out. That she could leave, and not have her "clients" try to kill her for not finishing the job. She had made the mistake of pushing someone like Marinette too far one, she would not make it again. 

Lila sighed as she added the last name to the "Bull" list. She sat quiet for a moment trying to find the best way to approach this. It wasn't the most complicated job she had ever done, but it was most certainly the largest. She would need help. She flicked open her personal phone and flicked to the contact file labeled herd. She smiled as she scrolled through the names. With these people, her words were so deeply engrained in their subconscious that she could tell them to jump off a cliff and they would do it. They were the perfect patsies and minions to ensure her success. She tapped a name and waited with a sly smile on her lips. 

"Alya!" Lila cried in feigned excitement, "Hi! How are you?! Oh, I'm great! In fact, I'm in Gotham right now! Oh really?! Well isn't that something?! Brunch? Oh of course I'll be there! I can't wait to catch up! See you soon!" 

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[ihavewritersblockbutinreallife]

Fun fact: When I was little my parents bought a four disc set of the original TMNT Movies, the three of those, and then the 2007 TMNT. And for SOME REASON, little nine year old me was scarred for life after watching 2007. Keep in mind I had no knowledge whatsoever of the ninja turtles, I just thought the movies looked cool.

But 2007 shook me to the core, probably because Leo and Raph fought almost the whole time and Leo almost died, and my tiny brain didn't understand plot development and the whole "SUFFER FOR THE STORYLINE" concept.

And for years I just completely forgot about it.

Until my friend got me into TMNT like, six months ago, thank you @theressomanyfandomsineedtojoin

And ever since I joined the fandom there was this nagging thought in the back of my brain like "hey there's something you're repressing you should figure it out" and I'm like yeah that's about as helpful as any website telling you your password OR username is incorrect but won't tell you which one.

Then I finally remembered that 2007 TMNT terrified me and talked myself into watching it again.

Y'all if you haven't seen it, DO IT IT'S SO GOOD It's literally on my list of favorite movies now.

Anyway, after that whole mess, have some 2007 TMNT quotes as a reward for making it this far lol.

“Did you turn the computer on? Have you plugged it in. Yeah. That would help…”

“No, I’m not playing hard to get! I’m telling you sir, it’s not that kind of phone line!”

“No, I’m not your enemy, I’m just Donnie, you’re friendly IT tech support, here to help you 24 hours a day sir- I’m sorry! Ma’am. Heh.”

“Why couldn’t you send him away for training?”

“Well guys, if you ask me, I’d say this has Winter’s name written all over it.” “How do you figure that?” “Because, THIS has Winter’s name, written all over it.”

“I’m not dreamin, am I?!” “No, Mikey, you’re not dreaming.” “Oh, good. I have nightmares about birthday parties.”

“Donnie, you’re so smart. Why don’t we have jetpacks?” “Yeah, that’s good, Mikey, I don’t even trust you with a drivers license.”

“Well, good news is there’s a bunch of Foot ninjas getting the snot kicked out of them.”

“YEah, the turtles are back, dudes! I’d give us a ten for style, an eight for skill, and, uh, two, for stealth.”

“Dudes, did anyone get the license plate of the thing that hit us last night?”

“Yeah, it looked like your mom, dude!” “Uh, that would make her your mom too, dufus.” … “Yeah, whatever.”

“So it’s like Haleys Comet, but monsters come out.” “Uh, yes, I guess so!” “Heh. I’m smart.” *crashes*

“And that would be the swirling vortex to another world, i assume.” “Cool! I want one.”

“Winters.” “Looks more like Fall. Heh. Get it?” “Mikey, remember our talk.”

“I’m never usually that happy to be in pain.” “He’s happy because he’s mortal again, Mikey.”

“Yeah, I do nothing. You’re right. You got me all figured out.”

“I’m very disappointed in you, knucklehead! Guess night school’s in session!”

“That was too easy! *crash* … Like I said, too easy!”

“Hey, Casey! Meet me on the roof!” “Raph? What is it?” “The roof. You know what a roof is, dontcha?”

“Oh look at you, you’re so cute! Come here, Imma drop kick you to hurty town!”

“You’re gonna need these if you’re gonna lead us out of here.” “We’re gonna need you too.”

“Typical. We do all the work, he gets all the thanks.”

“Ah, I love bein a turtle.”

“Look, Raph, if you’ve got something you wanna get off your shell, now’s the time. But I’m not gonna sit here and debate Splinter’s direct orders with you!”

“Come to daddy.” *literally has like eight sharp objects now"

“What is it with ninjas and smoke pellets?”

“What’s going on Raph?” “Did I mention that we ran into a monster last night?” “No, you kind of FAILED to tell me about THAT one, buddy!”

“And now we got walking statues? You got a plan for those?!” “Hey, those are a first for me too.”

“And I thought Girl Scouts were pushy!”

“Cody is going to break up with Donna. I just know it.” “We interrupt the Gilmore Girls for this special news report. Monsters loose in the city? Strange reports are coming in tonight about a construction site incident that sounds like something out of science fiction.” “BOYS!”

“Raphael. You always bear the world problems on your shoulders. It is an admirable quality when you are a protector of others. But you must realize that while, at times, you may not be my favorite STUDENT, that does not mean that you are my least favorite SON. You are strong, passionate, and loyal to a fault. These are the merits of a great leader as well. But only when tempered with compassion and humility.”

“Sensei! You alright?” “Hehe. We must do this more often!” *whack* “I still got it!”

“Hey, look guys, I grabbed a toaster!” -Tommy

“I love your work ethic, Tommy, you’re an inspiration to us all.” -Gang leader

“Looks like you got a sidekick.” “Yeah, right. You’re the sidekick.”

[cuddleswinchester]

Re: questions for worldbuilding. Any thoughts on Charles, Donna, Liv and the difficult teenage years phase? Young adult and adult life?

I have thought about this all afternoon and I’m going to give a long answer. (Thank you <3 )

I’m glad that Liv has a solid foundation with her parents, built on love and trust. It makes it less painful for me to consider them arguing. Because of course they’re going to get into arguments, what teenager doesn’t? Donna has been preparing for this for years. It’s harder on Charles, who is just as prone to getting frustrated over ‘nothing’ as Liv is right now. I foresee many nights of him in bed sighing loudly into his pillow, and Donna comes in and touches him on the back or shoulder, like

“She doesn’t hate you.”

Charles, crying: “I know.”

And Charles is equipped to tell his daughter it’s okay that her feelings don’t make sense. They don’t need to make sense. She does not need to try and explain herself to him after they argue, they just spend some time apart to calm down, and then it’s back to normal. He doesn’t expect her to apologize, and he’s more likely to ask if she’s in pain at all than demand an explanation. If there is something she wants to talk about, she has two great parents who will listen and give advice. She also has a lot of friends through her school, orchestra, and the Girl Scouts, so she always has someone she can talk to, or just a friendly face if she needs one. It’s important to me that she isn’t going through any of this alone! (She’s my kid too lol)

Her biggest frustration (and I’m sure it’s a common one) comes with getting her period. She hates losing any of her privacy, and it’s been years since she has needed a caregiver at home and she doesn’t want to feel like she’s regressing. She wants to be independent but also likes living with her parents, she doesn’t want things to change. I think she would do okay with her parents’ help a few times (there is no couple anywhere in the neighborhood More Chill about handling someone else’s blood) and then insist she can figure it out on her own, but she is struggling and they know this. She doesn’t feel it happening and she’s embarrassed when she doesn’t know :(

Fortunately for her, her parents always have Medical Advice when she has frustrations such as this one.

Charles brings it up carefully, like he did when she was given the option to have her -ostomy procedures done. He doesn’t want her to feel forced into anything, and lets her know of benefits and potential complications. Unfortunately Liv is a bit early to have a laparoscopic hysterectomy, so she would have additional recovery time and scarring to deal with. Forced sterility being the norm around this era, so I want to make it very very clear that Charles explains all of this in detail, and that Liv - bless her heart and soul - assumed all children were adopted until she was like, at least ten years old. So being told ‘you wouldn’t be able to have children naturally,’ doesn’t upset her, it makes her wonder why she never thought about that possibility at all.

“Any time I thought about myself being a mom, I always thought my kids would be adopted,” she tells Charles.

“...it can be very rewarding,” he replies. (I swear I’m always making this man Choked Up but he is. That’s just how he is. On the brink of experiencing Emotions.)

Once again, her parents do not perform the surgery, but they are present, and Liv gets to recover at the hospital in Donna’s PACU ward, Charles visits her room constantly.

In lighter news though, how I said she has lots of friends!! I think for her 13th birthday, she organizes a special movie night for her party. She invites everyone in her class (all of whom use mobility aids of some kind), and some girls from her Troop. And Cousin Charles comes to visit also. They’re going to the movies! You know Charles makes sure there’s a theater with plenty of open space so they can all sit together as friends.

Meanwhile, he and Donna are going to another movie at the same theater. This absolute dork (affectionate) gives Liv his pager to let her know if she needs anything. I love this for them because it’s discreet for Liv but beeps loud as hell at Charles, and you bet he is there as fast as humanly possible any time she uses it. PLUS when it’s beeping in public Especially in the quiet movie theater, his Extra ass gets to be like ‘EXCUSE ME I AM A DOCTOR’ which he loves doing tbqh

So while they’re inviting kids to this, Donna is helping fill out the invitations, and Liv has listed out everyone in her class except this One Boy (because she Likes him and she’s all Flustered about it) so Donna has to ‘remind her’ to add his name and she is just like blushing and rambling and oh oops I forgot :) (she did not forget) thank you Mom :)

And she has a great time at her birthday party on her (not at all) secret date.

“My only advice is to… not get married tonight,” Charles says.

“Dad!”

“...or, do. It’s worked out just fine for us.”

“Mom!”

Then they leave her with her friends to have fun! I haven’t thought about what movie they go to see… maybe Grease. Charles is honestly in awe of his little girl having more friends than he ever has in his life, and he’s glad about it too. Where did I go wrong myself vs. where did I go very very right with my kid. That’s what it’s all about babey.

So essentially I think if you have supportive parents and a lot of friends going through it with you, growing up isn’t so bad. In her case.

When she’s an adult!

Like I said, she wants to be independent, but she genuinely likes her parents (imagine that) and they have everything in the house set up just for her. It would be a pain to get all of that done in a new house (though her parents would make it happen) and she’d be lonely. Charles and Donna try to give her more time and space to herself, and if she wants to go out with friends or on dates they will drop her off wherever she wants to go and not hover over her all night. I think she’s on track to audition for the BSO when she turns 18. If she goes that route, she does not even go to college and Charles realizes after a while that he LOVES THAT for her. It’s not something they argue about, but he has been quietly working on improving accessibility at a number of universities in Massachusetts…... Yes, including Harvard…. And he’s a bit sad she doesn’t end up attending any of them. But she is such a talented musician, what more does she need to learn? He’s happy to know she’s spending all of her time playing, rehearsing, performing, and just being immersed in music.

If she doesn’t go that route, the only other thing I can picture her doing is curating for a museum in the city. She learned a lot about birds and textiles in particular as a girl scout, and can put that information to use in making amazing educational displays. Harvard, Tufts, and Amherst are all options for this (and I believe they would’ve been in Liv’s era, as well, though don’t quote me on that.) I think she’d enjoy it.

I think she went through a brief phase earlier in her life of thinking she is supposed to be a doctor or nurse, and being heartbroken that she… can’t. But, again, (and she has this in common with her dad) it never clicked that she could play music and do nothing else, for a career. She loves playing music, so she kind of assumed it wouldn’t be a job (even knowing she wanted to play with the orchestra since she first attended as a little girl.) Like father, like daughter. She also doesn’t need to have a job at all, strictly speaking, so it’s good she can pursue a passion :) Yeah, they’re going to need to reduce her rehearsal hours so she can rest. They need to give her enough room on stage instead of crowding her in between the other violinists. They need to make sure there is a restroom she can use. But in this happy universe, the staff and very likely the conductor, some of the musicians, etc. have known Liv since she was little, and they will do whatever she needs.

She might someday feel ready to move out, but I’m not sure she wants to. I think if she wants to live with a partner, that would be the deciding factor for her. Otherwise she gets along well with her parents, and has everything she needs and wants. If she moves out, she isn’t far away, and she can come and visit them any time <3

Thank you again SO MUCH for asking, and giving me something to write other than my Writing Project. I can elaborate on any of this too if you would like!

[kindchenschema]

even their canon ones get sloppy treatment like helm/yasuda? incredible was a waste (why is helm even still there they clearly don’t give af about her) and monica/amelia never gave anything but blah. although i would take blah over the winston shit that was horrible. ik ur rejoicing 😭 bc you want kaimelia back and i love that for you (would love someone other than cristina to uphold their child free stance but im rooting for them resolve the kid thing) but i also don’t trust the writers not to slip a male in there while amelia ‘figures’ things out for like, that bisexual ‘rep’ or something idk. just a vibe i get.

also i so agree about catherine. they’ve always written her as cartoonishly evil but the actress pulls it off so well. everyone hates her but mean women are sexy sustain me and she’s never shit on my fave so she’s okay in my book idc lol. i kinda found everyone else boring this ep. jo/link esp. they need to be written off sooo badly because literally who gives a fuck. duller than dirt and idgaf about their fetus either like but other than zola and tuck, the kids on this show add absolutely nothing. 2/3

i'm honestly not that offended at how they treat lesbian ships because isn't that just... how they treat everything? bc the writing sucks and they won't touch the very sensible advice of "follow through with a storyline" with a ten foot pole. so

(but i think that's because 95% of my ships have never been canon and never will be, so i'm used to it. let's face it i'm simply more enlightened than the writers 😌)

oh girl i was cackling... i mean as a lesbian i was like damn y'all really baited us for the whole season (well they did like. the bare minimum. but) just to have her end up with this man .. like hmm okay supercorp if it did not slay and they had no chemistry and you bought katie mcgrath from wish

yes, back in s19 i fully believed they would resolve the kid thing. because i mean kaimelia's whole thing is that they're not an "ordinary" couple, like with amelia's speech to teddy about things not needing to be defined in order to be loved etc. like, scout already has two parents, sure it wouldn't be the traditional way of doing things but just bc you're dating someone who's a mom doesn't mean you also need to become a mom/dad. imo at least (but i know literally nothing and maybe this is wishful thinking because i'm only into 45 year olds)

you're so right, like nobody wants to watch that 😭 let amelia shepherd eat pussy 2k24 !

i'm like very anti-children and i hate that all my favs have kids EXCEPT for meredith/zola. i love zola. ever since she came onto the show she was the only kid i could tolerate and i grew to love her even. like she was sooo cute, so smart, never caused any trouble, i loved her adoption storyline, and now as a tween/teen she's also super adorable and a GENIUS like hello?? she rlly became a fav of mine these recent seasons because of the giftedness storyline and how the actress pulled it off (PLUS she's the OG merluca hater like it was sooo funny how much she hated his guts and ALSO inch resting how, when addison visited, she was super sweet and kind to her like ok zola really said meddison rights ! )

tldr she's just the superior grey's kid 🙌

[eld-red]

tl;dr im thinking about sniper’s and lucy’s friendship. a lot. he knows lucy needs someone to be there for her, and if spy won’t step the hell up, then he fucking will. this is very much a thought dump.

the beginning of lucy’s and sniper’s friendship is something i think about but i still don’t have all the details worked out for it. i feel like i might be getting closer?

by all means, he never wanted to be her friend. the first time she came to sit near him, he put up with it because she needed to be somewhere quiet. he understood—the others can get quite loud sometimes. the second time, he was confused as to why she came back, and the third, he started getting annoyed with her presence. he didn’t want her hanging around him, but he didn’t really have a real reason to use to get her to leave. she was quiet, he expected her to be a chatterbox like her brother. she wasn’t. sometimes she even asked to look at his guns because she thought sniping was interesting.

sniper (at least to me) is incredibly closed off emotions wise. he didn’t want to get attached to her or he was worried that he would because like. there might have been some sort of subconscious feeling of wanting to protect her (he knows lucy can hold her own, but she’s still way too young to be working alongside mercenaries) among other feelings too but she has her brother already. he thought that her brother would be enough and she’d be fine.

something pushed him to realize that she does need more people she trusts besides her brother. right now that reason is because he saw her have some sort of like moment of shutdown or he saw her crying (moment of emotional vulnerability) and it doesnt sound right to me.

i also had the idea of like. so lucy was forced to rapidly mature WAY too early and fast for her age. in order to survive, she felt she had to “kill” the girl that she was. and it caused her to be in this really weird balance of:

fierce independence (she knows she can do it on her own and will refuse any help) and concerning codependence

because the girl she was never died. she just kept getting angrier and more upset and afraid as the years in that lab went by. lucy is trying so hard to repress that girl. but that’s only making everything worse, because her trying to insist that she doesn’t need a parental figure is only making that girl more angry and she is trying to claw and scream her way out of lucy. she hasn’t had a parental figure since she was six. she’s lacked guidance and attention that a parent would give her for a decade. and there is only so much her brother can do to help her.

i know at this point in lucy’s story sniper doesn’t know that he’s adopted. but i noticed that any time i write about spy being quite bluntly, a shitty fucking dad, sniper always tends to be the most upset with spy out of all the other mercs. he always has the most to say about that.

and i think i’ve finally realized why that is. sniper has an especially like. intimate history with the matter of what real parents do. he knows that real parents step the fuck up for their kids when they need help or guidance or comfort. and spy DEFINITELY knows that his kids, especially lucy, need help. again: lucy has lacked a parent figure for the past ten years.

spy was so worried about irreversibly fucking up his kids, he did something that irreversibly fucked up his kids. so scout and lucy would both be beyond livid when they find out. but sniper knows that this relationship can be mended. that it will be. it’s just going to take a lot of time and a lot of rebuilding of trust. but eventually, he thinks that spy would have a normal relationship with his kids.

so why. won’t he. just take. that opportunity. step up for them why do you keep ignoring it why the hell did you DISGUISE YOURSELF AS YOUR SON TO COMFORT YOUR DAUGHTER you are a goddamn coward.

sniper will get. like really worked up about it if he thinks about it for too long. or if something happens that prompts these thoughts to get back into his head.

but then he thinks about how. he didn’t want to step up into that position at all. because it isn’t and wasn’t his job to. but he’s glad he did. because he also found a friend in lucy, and she’s an awesome fucking kid.

[boyakishantriage]

Trio thing:

time, time frame, era, age and time age in that order before your ask.

Time era: the era a specific muse is from.

Time age: specific era segment muse is from.

Listed later.

Muses:

Main:

Main trio:

Zeta: aforementioned British dude, brown hair and blue eyes. Something called "master of non matter and energy." Or sm. Doesn't really seem to care, do note. Contrary to popular belief, he is NOT arrogant. He just doesn't care, blunt and confident. That combination can appear arrogant, but trust me. If he really was arrogant he wouldn't be asking.

Alpha: some big black guy, commander of some of heaven's armies. Down show up often, when he does it's usually important. Specialises in spear and ice magic, a master of matter. Always has some crystals on him as well as various explosives. Y'know, just in case.

Beta: red headed French Celt British woman. Half a shapeshifter, able to adjust her body at will. Master of energy or sm, her power is directly connected to the list, wrath, greed and envy of the world.

Others:

Delta: the devil of the prophesy. Similar in power and skill to her mother, just a bit more sporadic and patient. Current master of energy, with a similar linkage.

Chameleon: daughter of Zeta and [REDACTED], specialising in assassination, infiltration and mass murder. Also seduction, similarity skilled as father and mother with typically using power from mother side. She's an orphan :D.

Yankee: new yorker healer girl. Looks like a younger version of Ceta. Her powers have not been revealed to this blog yet.

Charlie: a pair of siblings, both scouts and both bickering with each other. Neither use powers, but they're just very fast. Charlie (the girl) likes guns. whereas Charlie(the dude) likes bows.

Charlie: a Charisk couple, similar to @askmercyseries except that Chara can use her determination like magic and Frisk is still a pacifist baby.

Charlie: a non-binary asshole who still owes me a server.

Rose: me! An AI, nothing more since no one's asked me anything in ages.

Bow: sword fighter who sometimes takes over Charlie when he needs to fight.

Sword: queer friend with bow, likes bows and guns.

Blackout: Fran's couple, one's working in civil the other you don't wanna meet.

Foxtrot: sister to Beta, has half her power and more skill. Beta wins by sheer brute force, married to Alpha.

Frans: Frans, generic. Can shift to other Frans couple at will, canonical reason to shenanigans.

MP4, C4, Blade: Blaze's troops. Leaders of third platoon.

Blaze: what happens when Zeta and Beta do a job together. Older than Chameleon, because time shenanigans, despite being born ten years prior to her. Specialises in making areas vanish.

Flama: master of fire, don't ask.

Fira: master of flame, don't bother him.

Aqua: a child of Alpha and somebody, more dangerous in society than anything else.

Arrow: robin hood's daughter/son. I dunno.

Ceta: Beta's wife, it's a long story. Combat medic, like Medic from TF2 & 1, gender bent with a skill and mentality that makes her basically the greatest warrior in the world by sheer skill.

Boom: boom.

[gamerbearmira]

(SA)

"Hey that's my son!" Pepa said alarmed at the strange blond woman holding her youngest who was just a month old.

"Oh? You claim to be his mother? What cheek you have?" The woman was short, shorter than Mirabel and Camilo even, but she almost seemed to tower over Pepa.

"You claim to be his mother and yet you left a one month old baby in the care of a ten year old girl? One whom you ignored so much you didn't even notice her missing until me and the Scouts came to help her? You left him in the care of a girl who, if she didn't have us, would be dead right now? No...you aren't a mother. You're just a wet nurse." The girl said and Pepa flinched at the part about Mirabel. She wasn't wrong after all.

A rainstorm immediately started but the rain seemed to a just outright avoid the blond woman who approached a tall green haired woman sitting on a bench with Mirabels head in her lap. Someone who was also unaffected and untouched by the rain.

"Pluto." The blond said and her voice was soft but firm and the green haired woman who looked older than the blond was immediately alert and staring at the blond.

"Yes my queen?" The green haired woman asked and Pepas eyes widened. A...a Queen?

"I neither trust them with my little ones not wish to leave them here without us. If you're up for it then you shall be staying here with both of them full time unless there is an emergency." The blond said and the green haired woman blinked once then twice. Then she grinned devilishly.

"It will be my honor and pleasure my queen. I swear to you on my life and the Gates of Time that no one shall hurt the prince or princess while I am here."

WET NURSE…SCREAMING THAT WAS OUT POCKET FR FR…

But like. Is she wrong 😩👊 like Pepa, bestie. She’s only stating facts really. Usagi really didn’t let that level of disrespect slide 🗿 and I’m glad she didn’t. That is technically Usagi’s son so. It’s only right she protects him from that family. Pepa just lost her privilege. But it’s not like she did anything anyway, like yes girl!!! Go give us nothing!!!!

Pluto boutta be a menace 💀💀

[seiyasabi]

A Cowboy’s Plight

(This is a Yandere Hol Horse x Female Reader! I know that this wasn’t requested, but my friend gave me this grand idea :)) I hope you don't mind me simping over this womaniser lol. Anyways, this is a non-stand user au, and it takes place in the south lol. Sorry if it’s OOC. 

TW: unhealthy behaviour, manipulation, you literally don’t like him in the slightest, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of these themes are triggering!)

“Come on, Doll, jus’ give lil’ ol’ me a chance- I promise I’ll make it worth yer while,” The smug smirk on the cowboy’s face makes you feel uncomfortable. 

“Hol Horse, it wouldn’t be right of me to date you- you’re my brother’s friend, I wouldn’t want to do that to him,” You try to brush him off kindly, a tense smile on your pretty face. 

“Naw, I’m sure he won’ mind. He knows what kinda man I am,” He tugs a bit at his belt, scuffing his boots on the dirt ground. It seems he wasn’t expecting you to be so resistant to his advances. 

Hol Horse, while a nice man, is a known flirt. He could charm the skirt off a nun if he tried, and that alone made you nervous. How could you trust someone who is so proud to be a womaniser? 

“Yes he does,” You jump, not expecting to hear your brother’s voice from behind you. The smile on the blond’s face grows wider, as he nods his head in greeting. 

“Nice ta’ see ya, Dio,” Your brother stands next to you, nodding his own head in greeting. 

“Yes, I’m sure it’s nice to see me,” Dio drawls, taking your sweaty hand in his as an act of comfort, “Now, what do you need from my darling sister?” 

Dio was adopted into your family ten years earlier, and from the getgo, he took on the protective older brother stereotype. Whilst he is constantly bickering with your older brother Jonathan, he has never once raised his voice at you, doting on you as if you were his own child. 

“Ya see, I was askin’ yer sister if she’d like to accompany me to the bonfire this weekend,” He tips his hat respectfully towards you, a small blush on his face, “But it seems she ain’t interested in lil ol’ me.” 

Dio, who knows full well how Hol Horse gets around, nods in acknowledgement, “I see. It seems (Your Name) has a brain in that pretty head of hers. Knowing how you get around, I’d be worried if you’d give her an incurable STD.” 

The blond Cowboy gapes in shock at your brother’s words. All hope is seemingly lost, as a blush of shame covers his sun tanned cheeks, “I see. Well, this can’t be helped. Good day to the both of ya,” He then practically runs for the hills. He’s humiliated- his friend didn’t have his back at all! Why couldn’t anyone see that he was the perfect one for you? He only messed around with those girls to become better for you! 

Dio turns to you, and gives you a firm nod, “He may be my friend, but I know he isn’t the best in relationships. I would mess around with him if I were you, he may break your heart.” 

-

If approaching Dio didn’t work, maybe approaching Jonathan would! For weeks, Hol Horse started to become buddy-buddy with your eldest brother. The blond was scouted for the football team, allowing him to become closer to the purple haired himbo. Jonathan absolutely ate this shit up. 

The cowboy would come around the house everyday after football practice, forcing you to cook larger meals than normal, due to Jonathan insisting that his new bff be included in your ‘family dinners.’ Your father is almost never home- the work of a sheriff being virtually never ending. But, due to Dio being the man that he is, he took up the position of your absent father. 

He automatically knew what Hol Horse was doing. Because Dio rejected his advances on your behalf, the cowboy immediately went to the next person closest to you, causing your adopted brother to become quite annoyed. He tries every night to call him out over dinner, but his words are combated by your oblivious oldest brother. 

“Now, you be nice, Dio. I know he doesn’t have the best upbringing, but you’re just bein’ mean,” Jonathan huffs indignantly, carelessly setting the bowl of rolls onto the table. 

Dio rolls his eyes from his spot in between Hol Horse and yourself. He’s scooted his chair as close to the other blond as humanly possible, trying to make him uncomfortable. Unfortunately for your brother, it isn’t working, “Shut the hell up, Jonathan. You sound like a pompous asshole,” The blue haired man ignores his dig in favour of talking to your unwanted guest. 

“I’m sorry ‘bout him, he isn’t very kind to those he don’t like,” Hol Horse gives a hearty laugh, cutting you a flirtatious look. 

“It don’ matter to me- he’ll be my brother-in-law soon enough,” Jonathan laughs, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry, Hol, but I don’t swing that way,” Dio facepalms, the smack resonating throughout the room. You jump a bit, immediately starting to fret over him. 

“Dio! Now what did I tell you about hurting yourself? One of these days you’ll break your nose,” You scold, moving his hand off of his face in favour of checking him for bruising. So far, his face was only a bit redder than normal. 

“You worry too much,” He grumbles, “But I don’t know how much longer I can deal with these two himbos,” You give a giggle, ignoring the indignant noises coming from your blue haired brother. 

“That’s so mean! My own baby sister thinks I’m stupid,” He pretends to cry, causing you to laugh even harder. Noticing your previously grim face morph into a bright grin, he can’t keep up his facade any longer, “Anyways- thank you for this delicious meal. I’m sure you’re givin’ Gordon Ramsey a run for his money.” 

You wave him off, but continue to smile, “I highly doubt that- you’re a bit biased.” 

“Naw, yer brother has a point,” Hol Horse butts in, immediately souring your and Dio’s mood, “Yer meals are some of the best I’ve had the pleasure of tastin’,” He takes a giant scoop Chili, and stuffs it into his mouth, letting out a delighted groan. 

Dio, ever the lovable asshole, gives an exaggerated gag in response, “What a weirdo- practically cumming while eating my little sis’ food. For that, I should kick your ass.” 

Every dinner is like that- Dio constantly belittling Hol Horse, Jonathan trying to defend his friend, and Hol Horse flirting with you. It’s exhausting, but at least Dio does the dishes at the end of the night. 

You think it’ll end like any other night, until Jonathan asks you to come outside to walk Hol Horse out. You really don’t want to, but when he gives you his puppy dog eyes, you can’t say no. 

“Hurry now, before there’s no more light outside,” You raise an eyebrow, confused as to why he’d say such a thing. His annoying friend has a pick up, so it shouldn’t matter if it’s dark out. Shrugging it off, you slip on your sneakers, and head outside with Dio hot on your tail. You should’ve known better than to do so. 

Outside, Hol Horse was waiting for you. He’d taken your favourite horse from the barn, and painted the phrase, ‘Homecoming? Yay or Nay?’ Onto the horse’s side, and he's currently saddled up on him. In his arms are a bouquet of your favourite flowers- most likely from his mom’s garden. 

“(Your Name), would you make me the happiest cowboy in the world, and go to homecoming with me?” Dio lungs at the man, but is stopped by Jonathan’s arm being wrapped around his neck, keeping him in a chokehold. In the Blue haired man’s other hand, he’s holding up his cellphone. 

You’re speechless. Did your eldest brother really just aid in helping your longtime harasser? 

“Come on, (Your Name)! Don’t leave the viewers in suspense!” Of course he’d live stream this… it’s harder for you to reject him if there’s other people involved. 

You know that your feelings are visibly displayed on your face when Hol Horse speaks again, “I ain’t gon’ kill ya if ya say no, (Nickname). I’m sorry if I surprised ya. I’ve just liked ya for so long, I jus’ needed to confess ma true feelins.” 

“It’s a no from me!” Dio shouts from off screen, but is shushed by Jonathan, “Don’t shush me, asshole! He’s a no good piece of-“ The blue haired man’s hand clasps over his mouth, silencing him. He grunts in slight pain at the feeling of Dio’s teeth sinking into his hand, but he holds strong. 

“I-Um, I don’t know what to say. Thank you for the invitation, but-“ Jonathan interrupts, assuming you’re about to say yes. 

“She said yes! Woooo! They’re about to be the cutest couple at the dance!” Hol Horse hops down from your horse, and stalks up to you, a bright grin on his face. 

“Thank ya darlin’ fer givin’ me a chance,” He reached you in no time, handing off the bouquet of flowers to your lax arms. He then wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace, giving the top of your head a smooch. The brim of his cowboy hat covers the top of your head, as he places his mouth next to your ear, “Don’ you worry, ain’t no other girl gonna catch my eye. Yer it fer me, all those others were just practice.” 

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re playing me for a fool, but I won’t fall for it.” 

“Believe what ya want, Darlin’, but I’ll show ya. I’ll show ya I’m the only one fer you,” With one last kiss to your head, he backs off, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and waving at the camera, “Thank y’all fer tunin’ in. We appreciate yer support.” 

Dio finally breaks free from Jonathan, and launches himself at the cowboy, taking him to the ground. Hol Horse, who saw him coming, releases you before Dio makes contact, keeping you unscathed from your brother’s harsh treatment. 

“Well, I think we’re gonna end this here- Dio might just maul my future brother-in-law to death,” He jokes, before ending the live, and hopping in to save your harasser. 

You stand stationary, taking in the scene in front of you. Dio had landed a few good hits, making the cowboy’s face red and puffy. Infuriatingly enough, your brother’s victim didn’t even throw any hits back, opting to take the beating. 

When Hol Horse makes eye contact with you, he smiles, teeth bloody, before blowing a kiss to you, “Don’ ya worry, I ain’t hit em. Self restraint is becomin’ of a man, ain’t it?” 

[marauderundercover]

Jason Todd is tired. He’s tired of vigilantes and villains and dreary skies. Despite swearing to himself that he didn’t need a break, nor did he want a break, he accepted Bruce’s offer of a break (though Bruce was smart enough to not word it as a break). Instead of patrol and listening to police scanners, Jason was tasked with scouting out a location for a new branch of Wayne Enterprises in Paris. Tim was bitter that he wasn’t the one going, which just added to Jason’s excitement. If it meant pissing off the replacement, Jason would wear a pink beret, anything to piss the kid off. Grinning as he takes in the clear skies through the window of the plane, Jason can’t help but feel relaxed for the first time in a long time.

--------

So maybe Jason shouldn’t have allowed himself to feel relaxed. Because apparently, Paris has freaking supervillains that can flood the entirety of Paris without breaking a sweat.

Jason curses under his breath as he climbs higher up the fire escape, trying desperately not to look at the carnage surrounding him. The entirety of Paris, underwater. The only reason he wasn’t one of the bodies floating beneath him, was the location of his hotel room. B had insisted on Jason using the Wayne’s suite at Le Grand Paris, the one that he had bought in case of emergency trips to Paris. Not that Bruce ever made emergency trips anywhere, seeing as the bat much preferred to stay close to his own home base. Stopping on the roof, Jason pulls out his phone and dials Dick.

    “Hello?” Dick says, his confusion clear even an ocean away. Jason had made sure his brothers knew that his trip to Paris was going to be a silent one, he needed this time away from everything.

    “I know the news may look a little crazy right now, but I’m okay. Might need some Wayne Foundation trucks out here though once clean up begins. The survivors are gonna need somewhere to go-” Jason says, stopping as Dick cuts him off with a surprised noise.

    “Survivors? Little Wing, what’d you do?” He asks and Jason scoffs.

    “Just cause something bad happened, doesn’t mean I had anything to do with it Dickwad. Are there no news stations reporting this shit?” Jason asks as he glances around.

    “Reporting what? You’re kinda freaking me out-” Dick says, but Jason cuts him off.

    “Freaking you- Okay, hold on.” He pulls the phone away from his ear and snaps several pictures of the carnage surrounding him, careful not to get any of the bodies’ faces in his pictures. He sends the pictures and waits a few seconds before hearing the sharp inhale of his older brother.

    “Why are no reports coming from Paris? This is- Jason this is huge. Can you tell how many survivors there are?” Dick asks, his voice more serious than Jason had heard in awhile.

    “Not immediately. I can see people on the surrounding rooftops but-” He pauses, glancing around. “There’s not a lot of people up here Dick.”

    “You’re coming home immediately. I don’t know why B let you go across an ocean by yourself-” Dick rants. Jason rolls his eyes and prepares to respond when suddenly, a bright light flashes in the sky and waves of light rush around the city. Jason blinks and suddenly, the water is gone. And where there were bloated corpses, are now living people. Smiling and acting as if nothing serious happened.

    “What the fuck.” Jason says, and Dick immediately stops talking.

    “Jason? What’s wrong?” He asks. Wordlessly, Jason takes several more pictures and sends them, once again waiting for Dick’s response. “I- is that a current view?” He asks.

    “Uh, yeah. Some freaky lights went everywhere and all of a sudden corpses are walking around and everyone is acting like this is normal.” Jason says, pacing the roof as he tries not to freak out.

    “Monsieur?” A voice calls out timidly, Jason whirls around and his eyes widen at the girl standing in front of him, a foot shorter than him and dressed in what was obviously a hero costume.

    “Uh, hi?” Jason says, ignoring the rapid fire questions from Dick.

    “Oh, um, are you okay?” The girl asks in heavily accented English. Jason just blinks at her before glancing around.

    “What was that?” He asks, barely able to hide the horror in his voice. The girl grimaces.

    “That was an akuma, sent by Hawkmoth. You are new in Paris, yes?” She asks and he nods slowly, not sure where she’s going with this. “I am Ladybug, one of Paris’ heroes. I can explain more, but you really should get off the roof first. And try not to panic, I’ll answer what questions I can, but just stay calm.” The girl says, holding her hands up in a calming manner. Jason nods and points to his phone. She nods in understanding and pulls out a yoyo before propelling to the ground. With a yoyo. Jason blinks in surprise but goes back to his phone.

    “I swear to god Jason if you don’t say something soon I’m going to-” Dick rambles.

    “I just met one of Paris’ heroes.” Jason says, cutting Dick off and reveling in the silence he created. “I’ll call back later, she’s supposed to answer some questions for me.” Jason says before unceremoniously hanging up. Jason climbs back down the fire escape, dropping the last ten feet and landing in a crouch. He stands up and quirks an eyebrow at the look on Ladybug’s face.

    “I could have helped you, no need to almost break a bone.” She says with a frown.

    “Kid, I’m twice your weight. You might be able to swing on a yoyo, but there’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to carry me too.” He says, crossing his arms.

    “I’m not a kid, I’m uh, I’m a hero, er uh, Ladybug. I’m Ladybug.” She stammers, just solidifying in his mind that this is, in fact, a child. But he just nods, accepting that he was being a little patronizing.

    “Got it, sorry. Can you tell me why all of those corpses are just walking around now? And acting as if that was completely normal?” He asks, and Ladybug sighs.

    “Honestly, my guess is that they’re used to it by now. There was a lot of panic in the beginning, but once people realized that only made things worse...it’s better to just move forward.” She says, pursing her lips.

    “You’re all used to watching people die and come back to life?” Jason asks incredulously. Ladybug nods.

    “This all started a little over three years ago. We have to be used to this by now, otherwise people would be akumatized immediately after every battle.” She adds, and Jason frowns. Akumatized? Three years. This has been happening for over three years? Wait a minute-

    “Have you been the hero since the beginning?” Jason asks, cursing under his breath as Ladybug hesitantly nods. She glances around, watching the horizon nervously.

    “I- I’m not sure why you’re upset about this, and I’m really sorry for this, but you need to breathe. Just, try and think about something else if it upsets you.” Ladybug instructs, her gaze flitting around, occasionally falling back on Jason’s angry face before she’s once again glancing around.

    “Why the hell should I breathe? This is- this is insane! You may be a hero, but you’re still a kid. This is-” Jason freezes and blinks as Ladybug’s yoyo nearly crashes into his face, instead sucking up a little purple butterfly. Eyebrows furrowed, Jason glances at Ladybug’s face, almost immediately taken aback by the resigned look on the hero’s face.

    “This is why you should breathe. This is how Hawkmoth akumatizes you, it’s how he controls you and makes you into a villain that my partner and I will then have to battle. I understand your feelings, and it’s awful that you can’t completely feel them in Paris, but I have a feeling that you wouldn’t want to be used by a supervillain.” Ladybug explains, and Jason tenses. Stupid ass villains attacking kids who- he quickly tries to think about anything else when he sees how tired Ladybug looks.

    “Have you called for any outside help? I mean, no offense, you obviously know what you’re doing. But have you thought of calling for backup so that you can actually take a breath?” Jason asks, and Ladybug huffs before frowning.

    “We did- in the beginning. The day after the first attack, my partner and I met up and we called the Justice League. We were desperate, we knew that we needed help, training at the very least. But- the hero we talked to told us to call when there was an actual problem. As you saw with all of the water, I’m able to fix everything and return it to its state prior to the akuma attack. Anyway, by the time we could have built a case and petitioned for help, I decided it wasn’t a great idea. My partner...he’s tired too. He needs a break, so he petitions for help from time to time. But we can’t risk a member of the Justice League coming here, getting upset, and then turning into a villain. There are some akumatized people who were hard enough to beat without them having prior knowledge of combat. I- I trust my partner. But I don’t think either of us could fight against an akumatized Superman or Wonder Woman.” Ladybug explains, and Jason tries hard to avoid glancing at her shaking hands, lest he embarrass the poor kid by pointing out that she’s anxious about the whole conversation.

    “Would you be willing to accept help if it’s already currently in Paris?” Jason asks, an idea forming in his head.

    “What?” Ladybug asks, her hands no longer shaking as a shocked look flashes onto her face.

    “I’ve worked in security in some pretty intense cities. And I’ve worked as a freelance detective. If you want, I could help you and your partner.” Jason offers, only feeling slightly bad for the lies. Well, they’re not completely lies? Oh well. Not like the girl’s gonna figure that out or anything.

    “I-I would need to talk to my partner first. I don’t make these kinds of decisions without his input.” Ladybug says, and Jason nods.

    “If you and your partner agree to talk to me, I’ll be on this roof at midnight.” Jason says, and Ladybug purses her lips, but nods.

    “Thank you. Bye.” Ladybug waves, using her yoyo to swing away across Paris. Jason frowns as he watches her for a moment. Another kid brought in to fight a war that wasn’t their own. Jason curses under his breath, pushing his hair up as he takes deep breaths to calm down. Pulling out his phone, Jason dials the one number he didn’t want to contact while in Paris.

    “Hey, Replacement, listen up. I need you to do something.”

Next

[dumbhaikyuusimp]

don’t. it’ll just hurt more.

eren yeager x fem!reader

words: 2326

synopsis: you go to find eren to get any details about what’s to come next. 

warnings: NSFW, smut, rough sex, anger sex, shouting, dom!eren, just the smallest amount of fluff, spain without the s, heartbreak.

Live bait. That’s what you were sent as, basically. Sure, they called it “recon”. Find the camp of the Yeagerists, find Eren, and report back to the Survey Corps about what they had planned beyond the Rumbling. When it would happen, how they would start, things like that. But as the only member of the 104th who wasn’t dead, pregnant, or traitorous, you were the pick to go. Armin and Mikasa were deemed “too close” to Eren to complete this mission, despite the four of you being as thick as thieves from before you could remember. Eren saw Mikasa as a sister. Armin, a best friend. But he always had a softer spot for you. A crush, maybe? 

That’s what Jean called it anyways. He was juvenile. 

Hanji sent you because of anyone, you could get him to talk. Or at least, if you were caught, you were less likely to be killed. Hence why you were sure that you were simply live bait. 

A lot of the searching was done by yourself on horseback, taking out the occasional straggler titan here and there whenever one approached, since no one really knew where the Yeagerists’ camp was. You searched in and around the forest, but something in you knew that Levi wouldn’t risk putting his own camp with Zeke anywhere near Eren’s. You soon approached an abandoned town, which looked like it had been abandoned for many years despite being within the walls and titan free. And there just so happened to be the faint glow of a fire and smoke within the town. It was a fair distance anyway from any Scout posts, and well off the beaten path, so they were well hidden. But you knew Eren enough to find him nonetheless. 

You slid off the back of your horse just outside of the town limits, feeding her an apple from your pack before tying her reins to a small tree next to a small pond so she could drink. 

“Good girl, Scooter,” you praised her gently, petting her mane gently before tugging your cloak around your shoulders a bit tighter. It was a breezy, cool night and the nerves didn’t help with the chills either. You were stepping into enemy territory, despite many of the Yeagerists having once been your teammates and friends. Including your childhood best friend. You then stepped into the town limits, the gravel under your feet crunching with every step as you tried to be as quiet as possible. You didn’t want to be seen, just wanting to get in and out with as much information as you could possibly get. 

However, you were only one person. And while that would normally cater to your stealthy needs, a random straggler would be easily caught. 

“Now, what do we have here?” a familiar voice mused from behind you as you got closer to what you assumed to be their main base in the town square. You groaned externally, and not quietly either. You were already caught so why bother?

“Hi, Floch,” you greeted him as you turned around, a sour smile on your face as you saw his cocky expression like he caught the crime of the entire century. What did piss you off is that he knew it was you, like they’d either been watching you or knew that the Scouts would send you. “Alright, I’ll cut right to the chase. Where’s Eren? I need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, no, I’m not gonna do that,” Floch replied as he approached you, backing you into a wall. After all, he was armed and you were not. Your ODM gear was back in a pack and sheath on your horse, not wanting to deter any talks or negotiations with the presence of weapons. However, you would have loved your ODM gear to leave right about now. 

“If you don’t get the fuck out of my face and take me to Eren right now, I’m gonna kick the shit out of you,” you warned the kid, eyes narrow as you stared daggers into him. Floch let out a chuckle before pulling out one of his swords, holding it to your neck. However, before he could say anything else, you heard someone approaching the two of you quickly. 

“Floch,” a stern yet calm voice spoke up from beside you, and Floch immediately backed up and put away his sword. “Fuck off, will you?”

Floch nodded without a single word and hurried back to the town square, leaving just you and Eren standing alone in the dark street. The breeze picked up a bit, the sound contrast of your Scouts cloak and his baggy cardigan filling your ears as they blew wildly against the wind. 

“Hey buddy,” you finally spoke, nodding at him. His hands were nonchalantly in his pockets, eyes devoid of any emotion as he just looked at you. “How have you been?”

“Cut the shit, Y/N,” he replied coldly, shaking his head almost in disbelief. “Why are you here? You’re not gonna get anything from me, so you might as well leave.”

“And why do you say that? What if I wanted to join your cause?” you shrugged. “I have intel your guys don’t know now that you’ve completely left the Scouts.”

He stared at you a little while longer before shaking his head again, approaching you and taking your hand a little bit roughly. “We’re not having a conversation like this out here,” he told you sternly, leading you into the building that you had been pressed against. 

“Why not?” you questioned him once more. Seeing him face to face after so long made a bunch of unknown emotions bubble to the surface. “You don’t want your men to hear me chew you out? Yell at you for abandoning us, your best fucking friends? Huh, is that it?”

Eren slammed the door behind you as you continued to rant. The building you had been led into had once been a home, and the decorative plates still perched on some shelves shook as he did so. “You don’t want me to yell at you for laughing when Sasha died? Or for breaking out before we even had a chance to talk? Talk to me, Eren! Why?”

“Because I can’t fucking lose you!” he finally turned to you, screaming in your face. You stood your ground, not flinching as you were more than used to his anger. “I want to get as far away from you as possible so it doesn’t fucking hurt when either of us die because it’s fucking inevitable!”

You were silent for a little bit as he huffed, his face red and angry as he looked at you. His eyes were furious, but you were unsure if the fury was directed at you, or himself. 

“You done?” you asked as if you were scolding a tantruming child, which is almost what he was right at that moment. “We can still help you, Eren. Trust me.”

He shook his head, the ponytail holder in his hair becoming loose. “You can’t fucking help me anymore. No one in the Scouts would take me back, not even Mikasa or Armin. And Mikasa is basically obsessed with me. I need to stick with this plan.”

“God, is everything about you? Always? You’re a fucking joke,” you snorted, moving around him to leave the house. You weren’t going to get anything from him at this point so you just wanted to cut your losses and go back home. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face him, just so he could press you against the wall. He towered over you, placing one of his hands by your face and leaning close.

“You’re one to fucking talk. Eren, why did you leave me? Talk to me, Eren,” he mocked you.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his face, and he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him in the eyes before locking your lips together almost furiously. You weren’t sure how you got to this point, since you were at each other’s throats not even two seconds before that. 

But you weren’t complaining. 

You forced your lips against his with equal force, the kiss filled with lust, fury, and longing. You could tell he had been wanting to kiss you since you were kids, had wanted to hold your hand and call you his, but all of that was gone now. There was no hope for your future. Or anyone’s futures. Not with his plan. 

He unbuttoned your cloak, letting it drop to the floor as you shoved his cardigan onto the floor as well. His hands moved to around your waist, pulling you close as he tried to get your shirt unbuttoned. His hands were trembling, either from nerves or fury, so he resulted in ripping off your shirt instead. The buttons popped off, flying everywhere. You even heard one knock into a decorative plate, causing it to fall to the floor and smash at your feet. Eren’s hands then moved to your butt, picking you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“What are we doing?” you whispered breathily as you finally broke the heated kiss, Eren now moving to the stairs and walking up them with you still in his arms. He was leaving kisses and marks down your neck now as you did so. 

“Something we’ve always wanted to do,” he growled back to you, kicking a bedroom door open and practically throwing you on the bed. It was well slept in, the sheets clean and the blankets ruffled, and it was now clear to you that this was the house Eren had been staying in. “Our last chance.”

“You’re a fucking prick,” you told him, but he quickly shut you up with another rough kiss. He began working on taking off your pants, throwing them across the room. There was no getting either of you ready, the both of you were just too needy for that. Eren then got up, staring directly at you as he lifted off his shirt and tossed it aside. 

“Keep talking like that and I’ll give you an actual reason to hate me. Shirt off, now,” he commanded, to which you easily complied. Eren pulled off his slacks, kicking them away before rejoining you on the bed. He, however, didn’t touch you for a solid ten seconds. He just...stared at you. Drinking in all he could of you in that moment, not wanting it to end before it even began. He then grabbed your thighs, pushing your legs back and moving the fabric of your soaked panties aside. 

You didn’t say a word as you watched him, but simply reached for his hand and held it as tightly as possible as he slid into you. The two of you didn’t waste any time. Eren gripped the back of your head with one hand, your hand still tightly held in his other, as he began to thrust desperately and roughly into you. You were sure that his crew outside could hear your moans, but you didn’t care. This is something that you had been wanting for a while, ever since you realized your feelings a couple of years prior, and this was truly the last time you would get the chance to do this with him. Be close, pressed together with your lips against his. 

“Y/N,” he grunted breathlessly, head buried in your neck as his thrusts became sloppy. “Y/N, I love y--” 

“Don’t,” you whined, holding his hand tighter and now placing your joined hands between your sweaty bodies. “Please, don’t make it hurt more th...that this is our first and last time together…”

Eren just nodded, kissing your forehead as he continued to fuck you with everything he had. You wanted this moment to last forever, but of course, nothing did. 

You watched Eren sleep soundly next to you as you sat up on the bed. You gently brushed his hair from his face, smiling gently at him. You wanted to stay with him. Every fibre of your being longed to just run away with him, leave all of this behind. But nothing could convince him to stop his plans. Not even your love. You leaned down, kissing his forehead before standing up. You got dressed once more, in all but your cloak. It was still downstairs along with his cardigan. You made your way there, picking up Eren’s ODM gear that he had and putting it on along the way so you could make a clean escape. You picked up your cloak, folding it nicely so the Scouts logo was front and centre as you placed it on the table. You then took his cardigan and shrugged it over your shoulders before leaving the house and Eren behind forever. As you made your way down the streets, zipping between the few buildings back to your horse, you couldn’t help but let out a harsh sob. 

You had failed your entire mission to begin with, and also got your heart broken in the meantime. When you got back to your horse, you dropped Eren’s ODM gear there at the tree before untying your horse and getting on. You then dug into the pockets of Eren’s cardigan to warm your hands. Your eyebrows knit together in curiosity as you pulled out a little piece of paper, and the curiosity persisted as you opened it to read what was there. You smiled a little bit upon seeing Eren’s handwriting, but also in amazement at what was there. A note to who you assumed was Zeke, to be passed through many hands to somehow get to him. A small snippet of the plan, enough to make Hanji ecstatic. With one final look at the town, you clicked your tongue as a signal for your horse. And just like that, you were gone.

[tendertokyo]

My take on NCT at Hogwarts

what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go

taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines

taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms

johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-

yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo

doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone

kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe

ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties

jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door

winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes

jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?

lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip

mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk

xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol

hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense

yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning

shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club

sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??

renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day

jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman

haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target

jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol

chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh

jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox

to conclude:

gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan

hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung

ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun

slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle

[nctsjiho]

Heart-to-Heart

warnings: mentions of the pandemic and about mental health, but we don’t go deep into the topic (I hope you are pulling through loves��💚🤍 Stay healthy!)

❀  JiHo opens up about her past and how she’s currently feeling

JiHo waits a few seconds for the comments to roll in to make sure she’s live before bringing her hand up and waving at the camera. She looks a lot more tired than normal, but that could be because it was currently 3 in the morning.

It looks like she’s sitting on a couch or maybe even her bed with her knees close to her sweater clad chest. The hood of the sweater hiding her hair and ears with the strings tied tightly at the neckline.

“Why are you awake this early?” She hums after reading the question. A smile starting to form on her lips before she answers. “I’ve been up all night playing games with Haechan, Chenle and Jeno.” She chuckles.

“Everyone. My hair has become so long.” JiHo starts to undo the strings of her hoodie and uncovers her head. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, which she also undoes to show her hair longer than it had ever been (during her time in NCT at least). The strands of hair fall to her chest and she cards her hands trough it. “I would usually cut it by now, but I’m too lazy to go to the salon.” She sheepishly grins. “And I’m actually starting to like it a little, what do you guys think?”

It’s been a while since the fans had seen JiHo’s hair like this. Messy with her natural curls much more visible. “I love your hair unnie!” JiHo laughs at the comment before thanking the fan. “I like your short hair, but the long hair is also really pretty.”

“Did you celebrate Ten’s birthday?” She reads out. “There’s a lot of birthdays in February so I tried to do something for every birthday boy. I’ve already wished Ten a happy birthday and gave him his gift, but this year I could only really celebrate with the boys who I live with.” She nods to herself, hoping the fans would understand.

While reading comments on her phone a creaking noise could be heard, JiHo’s gaze moving to her side. “Is there something?” She asks, followed by footsteps that become gradually louder. “I saw the light from the hallway so I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep with the lights on.” It was Taeyong’s voice. The girl nods and then looks at the screen in front of her. Taeyong moves into frame while asking if she was live on V App. “Yes, I was playing with the dreamies earlier and then wanted to go live for a little.” She explains and the leader hums in reply. “Don’t stay up too late okay? Bye everyone.” Taeyong leaves, but not before patting JiHo on the shoulder, somewhat using the girl’s shoulder as leverage to help him stand up.

“How are you today?” An English comment catches JiHo’s eye and she reads it out loud. A deep sigh leaves her lips and she looks back into the camera. “It’s not that I’m feeling bad, I’m just really tired lately. I got sick before our gimme gimme comeback because I was so exhausted. But don’t worry I’m better now. I just think the situation we’re in right now with the pandemic is taking a toll on my body and mental health. Luckily I have NCT with me and they all try to help each other feel better.” A genuine smile covers the slight frown she sported while talking. “I’m not an expert and I’m pretty bad at giving advice, but if you’re feeling down please reach out to someone. They might not be able to help much either, but just talking about how you feel is so much better than keeping everything to yourself. I also hope that NCT can be a light in your day whenever you feel down. We still have a lot of content going out on YouTube and our music is always there for you to listen to.”

The live stream had really taken a turn. With JiHo reading out a lot of comments and sympathising with the fans, every now and than trying to lighten the mood by cracking a dumb joke. The jokes were never funny, but JiHo was slowly getting sleep-drunk and everything started to seem funny to her. Despite that she couldn’t change the overall mood of the V Live, with comments still as sombre as before.

“I live with my roommates but I still feel lonely, sometimes I just miss my family.” As she reads the comment, something in JiHo’s eyes changes. Her soft expression falls into almost a frown, the word ‘family’ coming out as only a whisper. It’s quiet for the next minute or so, the fans clearly picking up on something as comments flood in about her family or asking if everything was alright.

It’s clear that the girl is trying to hide her true feelings as she forces a smile back on her face.”Don’t worry everyone, I’m fine.” She laughs softly. “I’ve never talked about my family right?” JiHo can’t even keep her eyes on the camera. “I don’t really talk to them a lot.” She realises how people could misinterpret the meaning behind those words and shoots up in her seat. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on bad terms with my family. I’m just not really close to them either.”

“I moved to Korea on my own when I was almost 14, I spent that birthday here with some of the trainees I used to live with.” She smiles at the fond memory and the fans in the comments seem to be more at ease after seeing her smile so genuinely. “Before that I used to live with my grandparents for most of my life. So I’m closest to them, and I call them at least once a month. It used to be a lot more but now I usually just message them.”

“I have a lot of friends in France though and we video chat a lot.” She laughs and tells a story about a late night video call session where they played Jack Box together. “I do miss them a lot, so I hope I get to see them in real life after the pandemic is over.”

“What about your parents? My parents? It’s a bit complicated.” She takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I lived with them for 4 years before my mother got really sick. She needed special treatment, and my dad got a big job opportunity. The moved together because she’d be closer to a hospital where they could help her even better. That’s when i moved in with my grandparents and I could stay close to my friends and the rest of my family.”

“When I was 11, my mother was healthy again and so we all moved back in together close to my grandparent’s home. It was a little awkward at first.” JiHo brings her hand up to scratch her scalp, her head drooping down for a second. “I only lived with them for 2 more years before I got scouted, so we didn’t get really close again. But they were always so supportive of me, so they still feel like my real parents.”

“They even host parties every now and then to celebrate new albums or milestones NCT achieves, and then they’ll send me pictures and tell me that they are proud of me.” The fans who were all listening intently had resorted to spamming the comments with hearts and an occasional ‘aww’. “I sometimes think that if I didn’t get scouted I’d be really close to my parents now and I’d have such an amazing childhood. Not that I haven’t had a great childhood already.”

That last comment had just left her mouth without much thought and people started to fill the comments with questions again. “Don’t say that, otherwise NCT wouldn’t have you in it” JiHo laughs before explaining herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I think getting scouted is the best thing that ever happened to me. NCT and Czennie are like my second family. Please forgive me.” She brings her palms together in front of her face and bows, a bright smile clearly visible. JiHo then moves her hands away from each other before twisting her fingers into 2 finger-hearts. “I love you guys.”

Though she didn’t tell the fans everything about her past and her life in France was still a big mystery, everyone seemed pleased to know more about their neo girl. JiHo, herself, even felt a bit relieved like she lifted a big weight off her shoulders by telling her about her past and how she was feeling.

She knew now that she could trust her fans with a few more personal things. What she didn’t know though, was that her roommates had also been watching her live stream and just as she was about to end the stream on a high note, 4 boys barge in her room, with the tallest and the youngest of the four launching themselves on the girl.

“Ack-” She shrieks, surprised by the sudden appearance of her roommates. “What’s going on?” “Hmm, I’m so proud of you!” Haechan had JiHo’s shoulders locked in his arms and he was squeezing her tightly. “We’re all proud of you.” Doyoung had said from behind the camera.

The girl rests her head against Johnny’s chest, acting as if she was trying to get as far as possible from her same-aged-friend who was still holding on to her. “Okay! Okay! I think we’re good now. You guys can leave.” JiHo shoos the boys away and Johnny takes the hint, ruffling the girls hair before leaving with the 2 men who weren’t trying to suffocate the youngest. “Haechan~” She whines and the boy mutters something about letting him do his thing a little longer.

She had managed to wedge her hand out his hold and started to push him by his chest and head. When she realised he wasn’t budging she just gave up, her body going limp and now she was almost leaning into his embrace. “Czennie, see what I have to live with. He only hugs me on camera, otherwise he’s only bullying me.” Haechan gasps letting the girl go. “The audacity! JiHo is a liar.” He places his hands on his chest where his heart would be and feigns being hurt. He gets a shake of JiHo’s head in response before she ends her stream by telling the fans that they should take care of themselves and their loved ones.