#were in a Greater Depression lol

[actual-corpse]

Is it normal to see someone and hate them so much that you could envision yourself slitting their throat?

[midnightscramble]

Part 3 of courting reader pleaseee happy ending? We need the confort lol

Promenading with Widows Part 3 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Masterlist

Author's Note: This is dedicated to @blueberrycoffee19. Remember that no author is perfect and that asks are taken as guide lines. Please enjoy and Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet gives Y/n the cold shoulder. After many days apart, the women find themselves depressed without each others company. Y/n comes to the wrong conclusion as to why their friendship came to a sudden end. Violet goes to reconcile with Y/n.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, desperate yearning Violet, first orgasm/fingering (Y/n receiving), Bottom Y/n, soft Top? Violet, period typical internalized homophobia, no Beta read

The first day after the news was broken, Violet did not leave her chamber, not willing to let her children see her in shambles. She lounged in bed, drifting in and out of sleep until meals were dropped off at her door. She found that the issue with sleeping the day away was that when night fell, she had nothing to do but think. The second day arrived, blending with the first as her exhaustion clouded her mind. Violet trudged around the house, donning a robe over her nightgown as she lacked the energy to get properly dressed for the day. Her eyes were swollen and red after spending the night crying, with little red dots adorning her eyelids from the intensity of her tears.

Her children watched her with concern, tentatively giving her space to process. Violet took her breakfast out on the backyard patio, hoping the sun would warm her chilled bones. She could not blame Y/n, not really. It was not the young widow's fault that she did not return her feelings. Violet had given her no indication of them, thus Y/n simply did not know she was hurting her by coupling with Lady Cowper.

She sneered as the blonde woman crossed her mind, the despicable Lady was most likely with her dear Y/n now, accompanying her on a morning promenade. With great effort, she choked down her breakfast, feeling utterly nauseous as she envisioned Y/n's arm linked with Lady Cowper's. What would they even have to talk about on such excursions? The young widow herself was fascinating, but Lady Cowper was not known for intrigue. Violet knew how to entertain Y/n, how to talk with her and wade through her cryptic language. She strongly doubted that Cowper understood Y/n the way she did nor put in the effort to.

Daphne knocked gently on the patio door frame, drawing her mother from the deep recesses of her mind. In her hand she held a letter, elegantly twirling it between her pointer and middle finger.

"Another one?" Violet asked. Including this one, Y/n had sent her four letters since Violet cancelled their plans, all of which went unopened. Daphne nodded before taking a seat next to her mother. She delicately placed the letter on the table, but Violet made no move to reach for it. She could not bring herself to look upon the sweet handwriting of the young widow. Whatever the contents of the letters held, Violet was sure it would only worsen the situation and cause her to fall deeper down this rabbit hole of unrequited feelings.

"Love is rather tricky, MaMa. I am sorry that we had gotten your hopes up. It appears that Kate and Penelope had misinterpreted Lady Y/n's affection for you as something greater, we had all thought we were guiding you to something secure." The redhead put her hand on Violet's arm in comfort. Violet's lip quivered with emotion as she listened. "At the end of the day you must ask yourself, is it better to lose her entirely, or have her as a friend?" They sat in silence and watched the morning mist settle on the grass, leaving everything dewey and fresh.

"How could I possibly face her?" Violet sniffed, looking out at the distant trees to distract herself.

Daphne hummed in consideration, "The beauty of keeping your feelings to yourself is that for the other party, nothing has changed. That is how you face her, exactly how you normally would." Violet patted her daughter's hand, a subtle motion to let her know she was excused. She released a deep breathe as she was left alone again. Perhaps this evening she would pay her companion a visit and apologize for her sudden absence.

...

Over at the Y/l/n estate, Y/n was not fairing much better. Holed up inside her study, she had multiple editions of English Decency Laws spread about the floor. Once she had realized that Violet was ignoring her, she began to fear what the Bridgerton's would do with what they had witnessed transpire between herself and Lady Cowper. She knew from a distance, that it may have looked like they were familiar, which would be enough to get her tried as a criminal. Worriedly, she ran a hand through her messy hair, continuing her frantic search for a loop hole or protection of any kind.

Tears gathered in her eyes out of frustration. Despite the acute awareness that she risked absolute ruin, what really bothered her about the situation was Violet distancing herself. The Dowager Viscountess was known about the Ton for her piousness, so it should not have come as a shock to Y/n when the Lady decided to recoil from their friendship.

She felt like a wounded animal. Even though the whole situation was a misunderstanding, it forced her to reflect upon herself. She could not deny it any longer, she was taken by Violet, and her rejection had stung beyond belief.

It had all happened so fast. Impossibly fast. She was barley keeping it together as is, but the thought of being without the Lady frightened her. She didn't want to be alone again, and despite having family and other friends that she could turn to, she knew it would grant her no relief. Regardless of who she was with, she felt utterly alone. That was until she found Violet, who cured her of the paradoxical feeling. Y/n did not want to return to her empty life.

The widow cursed her own weakness as she sat on the floor in defeat. She had scared away the one person she wanted close to her, and that loss was greater than the potential of losing her freedom.

...

Clouds rolled in as evening approached, heavy with the promise of rain and whisperings of what would soon be thunder. Violet alerted her household that she would be off for the evening, going to reconcile with Lady Y/n. They threw her sympathetic glances and kind words as she left, leaving her feeling even more pitiful.

The carriage ride was awful and bumpy. She tried to close her eyes to obtain some sort of reprieve before committing herself to an evening of acting as if she were not in love the young widow. It would be tasking, but as Daphne had put it, she would not want a life with out Y/n. She would settle for being the woman's friend, and try to morph the love she felt into purely platonic support.

Sooner than she would have liked, she had arrived at the Y/l/n estate. A light drizzle fell from the sky and rumblings of thunder sounded in the distance, although, it went completely unnoticed by the Lady as Violet could only hear her own heart pounding in her ears. She approached the large front door and knocked harshly. After a moment, a butler opened it slightly, then wider once he recognized Violet, "She is in the study, my Lady."

Violet nodded her thanks and noticed that the house was in the exact state as she had seen it last, however the darkness outside and lack of lighting made the hallways seem daunting and sinister. Outside the closed study door's sat three trays of untouched food, giving the Lady pause. Her heart squeezed with guilt and she knocked on the door with a single knuckle.

Y/n softly called out, voice cracking, "I do not wish to be disturbed."

Violet let her forehead thud on the door softly, wanting nothing more than to burst into the room and take the girl in her arms. Recomposing herself with a shuddered breath, she called out in a half serious, half jesting tone, "Should I disturb you tomorrow then?"

There was a beat of silence before she heard the light thump of feet on marble floor and the door swung open, "You're here," Y/n searched her companion's eyes in wonder. It seemed by thinking of the woman endlessly, she had manifested her presence somehow.

Violet smiled politely, "I am," she looked over her shoulder and saw the mess of papers on the floor, "May I come in, or would I be interrupting?" Please let me in, she thought.

"No, no, please do. We have much to discuss, I'm sure." Y/n backed up before Violet could enter her space, not wanting to offend the woman with her closeness. Bitterly, Y/n thought about how Violet must be disgusted by her. She would give the woman ample room, as to not seem predatory in any fashion. The action did not go unnoticed, and Violet forced herself to clench her hands tightly, preventing herself from reaching out and grabbing hold of the young woman. She took another step and Y/n took another back, maintaining a respectable amount of distance.

She took in the disheveled state of her companion, her face looked sunken and her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. Her hair fell wildly down her shoulders, and in attempt to tame it, Y/n smoothed a hand down its length. Y/n had obviously been stewing in agony over Violet's shunning.

"Violet, let me just begin by saying, I am so happy to see you."

"As am I you." Violet looked down at her hands, trying to contain her growing emotions. It would be of no use to act foolishly and accost Y/n with questions about her and Lady Cowper's acquaintanceship.

Y/n looked away, insecurely, "Are you really?"

Violet bit her lip, "Of course, you are so dear to me," she swallowed before continuing, "I delight in your company, always."

"Even in light in what you have heard about me?"

Violet shut her eyes and her nose reddened as she became emotional, "As I said, always..." Even if I must be content with only your friendship, she thought.

Somewhat relieved, Y/n went to explain, "You must understand, it is not what you think. Well, it is and it isn't." The widow strolled to look out at the incoming storm. Violet watched her in confusion, "How do you mean?"

"Lady Cowper propositioned me rather unexpectedly in the gazebo. I was in the midst of refusing her advance when your children spotted us." Violet released a deep breath at the admission. The tension she had been holding in her shoulders ceased and she slowly made her way to the younger woman, who was still turned towards the window.

"However, it is not entirely untrue... I have recently discovered a fondness for the fairer sex." Y/n sniffled, preparing herself for another rejection, "If you do not find me to be suitable company, I would completely understand." Looking at her reflection in the window, Y/n could see Violet approach her from behind, yet was still startled when her hand landed upon the small of her back.

Feeling hope return to her, Violet answered reassuringly, "I find you very suitable company." Lady Y/n turned to her and they found their faces were inches apart. "I actually have a similar affliction..."

"You do?" Y/n's eyes widened, was it possible that her feelings were returned?

Giving confirmation, Violet licked her lips before answering, "I do." Violet's eyes flickered down to Y/n's lips and then back to her eyes. Y/n's breath hitched as she slowly closed the distance, experimentally connecting their lips for a chaste kiss. Violet's hands fell to her waist, and Y/n's came to rest on her shoulders.

Before the kiss could deepen, Y/n pulled back slightly, ready to confess, "I want this, undoubtedly. However, I am not sure what to do," she gazed into Violet's eyes, trying to communicate her sincerity and need for guidence.

With flushed cheeks, Violet let out a kind laugh, "Then we shall have to figure it out together." Y/n kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the study and to the second floor. Slightly confused, Violet looked at her companion with concern as they stopped in front of the large ebony door of the marital bedroom.

Before Y/n could reach out to open it, Violet stopped her, "We do not have to- This is not a requirement of our relationship." It pained her to put off what she so desperately longed for, but Y/n's emotional state trumped her ever growing lust.

"I know... I want this, with you. I want this room to be ours, not his." Opening the door, Y/n made her way to the bed, sitting atop it and waiting for Violet to join her. The Lady went to the curtains, pulling them aside to allow moonlight to illuminate the room. Y/n was taken aback in the slightest and looked at Violet for explanation, which she supplied, "I wish to see you while we make love." Y/n flushed at the romanticism, suddenly self conscious. Lord Y/l/n had only ever preferred to couple in the comfort of complete darkness. At the time she had been thankful, as she would not have to look upon him during the act. Yet, with Violet, she knew she would be unable to look away once they began.

The Lady began to disrobe, first with her coat, then her shoes. Y/n stood from the bed, "Allow me." Stepping behind Violet, she undid the buttons of her dress. She pushed it off of Violet's freckled shoulders, leaving the woman in her slip. She diligently plucked the pins from her hair, allowing the Lady's copper brown curls to fall. Violet stepped over her discarded clothes and pulled Y/n into her arms. Their mouths clashed against each other's with great vigor and Violet slid her tongue across Y/n's bottom lip, asking for entrance. The widow moaned and opened her mouth, letting Violet's tongue explore her. Grasping her hips tightly, Violet slowly guided them towards the bed, and Y/n gasped when the back of her knees made contact. Crawling backwards without disconnecting their mouths, Y/n laid back in the center of the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Violet placed her hand on Y/n's abdomen, pressing down lightly to keep her in place as the young woman eagerly tried to chase after her. Her lips traveled down Y/n's throat and to her chest, mouthing at the tops of her breasts. The widow's nipples hardened through her nightgown and she arched up at the sensation. Violet's other hand came up to palm at her chest, thumb gliding over the satin fabric, feeling the peaked nipple twitch at her ministrations. Breathlessly, Y/n shuddered, threading her fingers through Violet's hair. Her other hand tensed, not entirely sure what to do with herself. Sensing the other woman's hesitation, Violet moved her head back up. "Still with me, darling?" She cooed.

Y/n nodded, and in adoration, she moved a hand to cradle the side of Violet's face. Her fingers smoothed over the apple of her cheek and the Lady turned her head to kiss Y/n's palm sweetly. They smiled at each other briefly and Violet brought their mouths together then nuzzled her with her nose. "Relax. I promise you will enjoy this," she whispered. She felt the edge of her nightgown slowly be dragged up her thighs, bunching around her waist. Everywhere Violet touched left a trail of heat on her body, making the skin come to life. She was dizzy with anticipation and let her head fall back onto the pillow as she breathed deeply to prepare herself. Her eyes fell shut and she suddenly felt like if she opened them, she'd awake from this lovely dream.

Nipping at her ear, Violet tempted, "Open your eyes, my love." Y/n opened them slowly, enjoying Violet's commanding presence and the way her body was almost a protective shield to the woman beneath her.

She felt Violet's fingertips gently touch her center, causing her to inhale sharply. Delicately sliding her fingers through Y/n's folds, Violet felt how her hips twitched in response and smiled to herself with satisfaction. Having gathered enough wetness, she slowly sunk her fingers into the woman, and watched as Y/n's face broke with a shocked moan, interrupting her calm concentration. The young woman pulsed around her stilled fingers and Violet only started to move them once Y/n's hips jumped upwards in a silent plea for more. She rhythmically moved her fingers in and out of her lover, trying to memorize the spots that made her breath catch involuntarily.

"You are so beautiful," Violet admired the pretty flush that had spread from the widow's cheeks to her chest.

Despite the evening chill, Y/n felt as though she were on fire. Never before had she experienced such unbridled passion and tender love making. Her abdomen felt unusually tight, like a twig ready to snap. It frightened her slightly, but with Violet above her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, all worries were dissolved.

Moving her thumb upwards, Violet easily found the woman's engorged clit. She drew tight circles around it and Y/n's hips stuttered at the stimulation. Reconnecting their mouths, Violet swallowed Y/n's whimpers as she applied direct pressure. Falling out of rhythm, Y/n tossed her head back as her body was rocked with waves of pleasure as her orgasm took over. The tension that she had been feeling had been released and her vision became cloudy as she succumbed to the simple state it left her in.

Violet's fingers continued to work her body like an instrument, not relenting until Y/n tilted her hips away from her, unable to handle anymore. She gathered Y/n in her arms as she caught her breath.

A pleasant smile spread across her face and the young woman giggled deliriously, "That was sensational, I had no idea..." She didn't finish her sentence, not wanting to remind Violet of her unsatisfactory moments of intimacy with Lord Y/l/n. Intuitively, the Lady held her tighter, understanding what Y/n had meant.

"That is how it is supposed to be, how it will be whenever I take you to bed." Y/n blushed and hid her face in Violet's neck, causing the older woman to laugh. They kissed softly, enjoying the newfound intimacy as they cuddled in bed.

In jest, Violet wondered out loud, "What shall we do about Lady Cowper. Perhaps I shall ask her on a morning promenade and abandon her in the woods." While her words were humorous, the possessive grip she had on Y/n's waist revealed the more serious undertone of jealousy.

Y/n chuckled, "You would waste a morning promenade on Lady Cowper?"

Violet huffed, "No, I suppose the only thing worthy of my time would be promenading with widows."

Y/n smacked Violet’s arms, "I better be the only widow you promenade with." She kissed her lightly.

"I return that sentiment." They grinned at each other.

[beybaldes]

that which you cannot see

Simon Aumar x gn!reader

word count : 2.5k

summary : simon’s own insecurity blinds him to the feelings you reciprocate.

a/n : i know this isn't my usual djats content, and i should be working through requests lol, but i saw dnd;hat thursday and am now obsessed. expect more simon once ive worked through my djats stuff!!!

“I still can’t believe that he walked up and over the rock.” You hummed, thinking back on Xenk’s leave earlier in the day, laughter bubbling past your lips at the mental imagery of the action.

The five of you were gathered around the fire Holga had started on the beach, everyone having calmed down from Edgin’s earlier series of confessions and settling back into the playful group dynamic you’d so far formed on your adventure.

Your head was one more yawn away from settling onto Simon’s shoulder, your side already pressed against his, but the general chatter of the group was keeping you awake for now. Simon was completely flustered by your close proximity, your knee bumping against his every time you laughed at something Holga said, though he’d already prepared a list of reasons he could give as to why his face was flushed; namely that the hot flames were doing him no good.

Since Edgin had picked the two of you to join his adventure, there had been an unspoken thing between the two of you; you were always lingering a little too close to each other and were the first the other went to after a close call. As far as you, and the other three members of your group, were aware, you were courting. But to Simon, you weren’t there yet - him too scared to even mention the word in your presence less you reject him the same was Doric had.

That, combined with Simon’s general obliviousness, meant he didn’t notice any of the advances you’d made towards him, or the greater interest you showed him compared to your other companions. The same interest that had you now forgoing the conversation and leaning your head sleepily against his shoulder.

Silence came over Simon at the contact, his entire being stilling as you trusted him enough to rest on. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice until Edgin aimed a question at the two of you and he received no response. All of them now turned to face you both, surprised to find you fast asleep on Simon’s shoulder with him staring down at you in surprise.

“You owe me a sack of potatoes.” Holga chuckled, flicking at Edgin’s arm when he ignored her demand for her half of their bet.

“I don’t think i do, not yet at least.” He whispered back, taking in the look on Simon’s face. “Poor kid doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Is this improper?” Simon asked, eyes unmoving from your finger which was curled into his side, your head snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck. “We’re not even courting.”

“Dammit.” Holga kicked her foot into the sand, knowing she’d have to wait another day without her precious prize of potatoes given the two of you weren’t formally courting yet. “Why aren’t you courting yet?”

“They do not think of me that way.” Simon sighed, eyes moving from you figure to look at his hands that had now started to nervously play with the hem of his cloak. “I’ve been told I’m quite the depressing person to be around.”

“They clearly like you, that included.” Edgin scolded, nudging his foot against Simon’s to grab his attention. “I think they’ve been pretty clear in their feelings for you, from the start of our journey.”

“No, no, I doubt it.” Simon had always been the worst believer in himself, and even though he so badly wanted what his friends were saying to be true, he wouldn’t believe it unless you yourself told him - and even then, he’d still find it hard to be true. “There are plenty of better men out there.”

“That doesn’t matter if all they want is you.” Edgin was sometimes wise, or maybe just a romantic at heart, but it would take a whole lot more then some sweet words to get the idea of courtship through Simon’s thick skull. “Besides, we’ve all seen how different things are between the two of you.”

Simon’s head shot up, to the amusement of his friends, confusion written across his feature. “What- what do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, you always ride together or walk together, even when we were in the under-dark, the first thing the two of you did when you thought we’d escaped that chubby, little dragon was reach for each other.”

“What he said.” Holga continued, biting into the potato she’d been carrying around with her, knowing she’d come to crave one eventually while she waited for her to win her and Edgin’s bet. “And you always look to them when your trying to cast a spell; when it goes right you look for them, when it goes wrong you look for them, and every time they’re already looking at you.”

“No. I don’t think so.” Had Simon really been so blind? Surely he wouldn’t noticed if his affections for you were returned; if he had he would’ve formally asked to court you already, so he supposed his friends were just reading into things. “I would’ve noticed. They would’ve said something.”

“You look at them like they hung the stars in the sky.” Doric whispered, heads snapping in her direction as she spoke up on the nature of her ex-courtship and his new love. “You care deeply, genuinely for them.”

“I care for all of you.” Simon asserted, offended by the suggestion he was treating you differently all because they thought - and correctly so - that he wanted to court you. “I treat y/n no different.”

Holga practically spat out her potato at the suggestion, throwing her head back with a cackle. “Now that is not true, and you and I both know it.”

“Leave the poor boy alone.” Edgin’s reprimanded, standing from his seat around the fire. “I suggest we get some rest, we have quite the journey to make come morning.”

Everyone else moved away slightly from the fire, giving each other space to sleep whilst not drifting too far from the warmth of the burning glow. Simon stayed in his place though, unsure of how to wake you, lest he wake you up only for you to be unable to sleep again. He settled on gently cradling your head in one hand, settling to scoop you from the log and lay you carefully in the sand. As he lifted you from your seat, into his arm, he stilled for a moment, admiring how good your features looked so close to his, everything about you accentuated by the glow of the dying fire. However, he must have stayed in his place for a moment too long, you stirring in your sleep and his almost dropping you in surprise.

“Simon?” You groaned sleepily, your voice thick and croaky as you woke. “What’s going on?”

“Oh! Hey! So…” Simon quickly got lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain how you’d ended up in this position. “Basically-“

“Can we just go to sleep?” You asked, tucking your head back into the crook of his neck, though this time somewhat consciously. That alone had heat rising to his cheeks once more. He had never been asleep since your abrupt arrival on the beach, but now you were pleading that the both of you slept - that had to mean something.

Or maybe you were just worried that he wouldn’t get enough rest for your journey tomorrow. Yeah, that was more likely.

“Of course we can, I’m sorry for waking you.” Simon rushed to put you comfortably on the ground, taking off his own cloak and covering you in it as though it were a blanket. He took his own position next to you, though not close enough that he’d be invading your personal space, he was close enough that he could be by your side in an instant if needed.

He didn’t realise just how cold it’d be on the seafront in the dark of night, but immediately brushed the though from his mind, knowing he’d rather have you warm then be warm himself.

“Get under here.” You grumbled from beneath his cloak, opening up a gap big enough for him to sliver himself into, right up against you. “You’ll be cold.”

“I’d rather be cold then improper.” He scolded, pushing gently on your hand to close the space you’d offered up to him, keeping the warmth in with you before the night air could risk it away.

“It’s not improper if we’re courting; and we practically are.”

Simon chocked on the very air he was breathing, turning to look at you in complete and utter shock. It was one thing to here it from his friends, but to hear it from you yourself? If he didn’t know you as well as he did, he’d be quick to assume you were messing with him, in fear that he’d not be good enough to court with you.

“What?” He eventually managed to choke out, his eyes unmoving from your face that peaked out from beneath the collar of his cloak.

“Get under here, Simon. I won’t ask again.” The sorcerer still hesitated at your command, mind whirring at the fact you just said the two of you were ‘practically courting.’ He couldn’t think straight, let alone move to get under the warm cloak with you. “Simon?”

Though he could hear you, he couldn’t hear you - your calls of his name in worry going in one pointed ear and out the other without giving him the chance to process it.

“Simon!” You called once more, gaining his attention as, this time, your warm hands cupped his face, his cloak slipping down your form and puddling up in the sand.

Simon was quick to pull the cloak back over your shoulders, chastising you for letting it slip lest you catch a cold from the night air. His hands held it in place over your shoulders, worried now that you’d matched his sitting position it’d fall again the second he let go.

With his hands on your shoulders and yours cupping his face, the two of you had been brought dangerously close. So close, in fact, that he could feel the warm dust of your breath across his cheeks.

“I have a list.” He whispered into the space between you, eyes wide and face flushed as he spoke. “I wrote a list of why I would be a good courter. It’s in my pocket, but from the top of my head I can think of most of it, I think.”

World were tumbling from Simon’s lips as he did his best to seize the opportunity of a lifetime that sat in front of him. It’s not often the person he was interested in was interested in courting him back - let alone suggesting that the two of you were already courting.

“I can try and cast spells to protect you, I will always walk by your side or ahead of you to protect you from traps, I will give you my cloak when you get cold or to protect you from the rain. I can-“

You used the hands that were cupping his face to connect his lips to yours. You did your best to put all your feelings into the kiss, not getting offended by the lack of reciprocation on his behalf, knowing that he was just shocked. And within a minute, he was kissing you back, though hesitantly and with a great sense of unease to his actions, like he’d never done it before.

Now that you dwelled on it, there was a chance he never had done it before.

“I don’t care about the list.” You whispered against his lips, pressing chaste kisses to them between words. “I want you just as you are.”

Breathless, Simon stumbled through an attempt to question your words, knowing he himself would have his issues with him - so why wouldn’t you? “But what about-?”

You cut him off once more, pulling him in for yet another firm, passionate kiss; your head resting against his when you finally pulled away. He seemed just as stunned by that second kiss as he had been the first.

“Don’t care.” You whispered, pressing another chaste kiss, though this time, to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and then the dimple that had appeared there. “Just want you.”

Now that was something Simon hadn’t heard before.

He no longer had the fire to use as an excuse for the warmth in his cheeks, it long dead and burnt out now, but he deemed he no longer needed excuses for the way you made him feel - not when you felt the same and declared it with such certainty.

“Oh. Cool.” Simon immediately grimaced at his words, wondering how on earth he’d picked that to say out of everything he could’ve said. That didn’t matter now though, he was sure he would have plenty of time going forward to tell you all this things he wanted to say, all the things he felt.

“You going to get under the cloak now or what?” You asked, a teasing lilt to your words that cracked a smile onto Simon’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I will, my love.” The words rolled so naturally from his tongue, as though he’d been born to say them, and to say them to you.

Once again, you lay down on the beach, opening up Simon’s own cloak to him and this time he hesitantly crawled inside the warm fabric. At first, his just lay with his side pressed tightly to yours, both of you half under the protection of the cloak. You quickly put an end to that, rolling onto your side and grabbing Simon’s arm, placing it gently over you and pulling him onto his side in doing so. Now the cloak rested comfortably over the both of you, the cold of the night no longer reaching you between the warmth of the fabric and the warmth of Simon’s hold.

Simon took a lot longer to drift off to sleep then you did, his mind moving at a million miles a second as he took everything that had happened today in. Not only had he ventured into the under-dark and been absolutely flung about by the helm of disjunction and his ancestor, but he’d somehow managed to court who he was sure was the love of his life.

A soft smile curled onto Simon’s lips as he let his head fall against the back of yours, curling into you and wrapping his arm tighter around you to keep you close to him. For the first time in a long time, the both of you slept soundly through the night, not stirring for anything or anyone: even when the following morning, Holga shrieked in glee at the sight of the two of you, crying out to Edgin-

“you owe me a sack of potatoes!”

[lightlycareless]

I probably should be writing up my other requests, but I've decided to follow up on this ask and write a little drabble of how Toji and your daughter, Naomi (Naoya's the dad) met the first time. Just something silly lol. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless :) ngl i'm nervous i've never written toji before lmao.

warnings: none.

The first time he sees her was during one of his tedious, yet necessary visits to the Zen’in estate—a sulking child dejectedly playing with their toys by one of the many gardens.

The sight of children always irritated him, mostly those inside the estate because it meant they were his relatives one way or the other, and since he doesn’t really care for his “family” he barely gives the child a brief glance before continuing with his day.

The second time he sees her again would be under similar circumstances: dejectedly playing with her toys while in the same garden. This time however, in the company of someone else, presumably a staff member given their clothes.

But even when accompanied while doing what a kid could love the most (or so does Toji believe) she still looked as gloomily as ever, sulking with that pout he couldn’t see as anything else but whiny, if not brattish.

«That’s none of my business» he’d say as he moved on with his day yet again. Although the question of who could be the parent of such a miserable child settles in his mind.

Yet, his curiosity wouldn’t get the best of him until seeing her for a third time, and seemingly worse than before: moping around by one of the engawa, toys set aside, while looking down to the floor in such a depressed way Toji swore he saw the kid crying.

At this point, he just needed to know: is this child really that miserable? If so, why haven’t their parents done anything about it?? Not that he expected the Zen’in to care for the wellbeing of anyone outside “the greater good of the clan”, but if his experience was of any help, the one thing they disliked the most after disappointments, was drama.

With curiosity peaked to its highest, as well as feeling something very demure, almost undetectable, called pity, Toji decides to approach her.

“You’ve been moping around for 3 consecutive days; you better have a damn good reason to be this miserable.” Toji says, perhaps in the worst way possible someone could talk to a child; but one must excuse him, he doesn’t have much experience with kids outside of his own—and even then, it’s not that good.

Well, at least she didn’t run away at the sight of him like others have.

“d…n..t b..d… w…ds..” the young child says, no— murmurs. And in such an unintelligible way that Toji just can’t help but groan out of exasperation.

“Talk clearly.” He orders. “Why am I even trying…”

“Don’t say bad words!!” The little girl cries. “Or mama will ground you…”

“No need to yell, kid.” Toji frowns. “Anyways, is that why you’re all whiny? You grounded or something?”

The child doesn’t respond with anything else but a sniffle and a nod, before hugging her knees to bury her face in them.

“Why were you grounded for?”

“…Because I said a bad word.” She eventually murmurs again.

“I can’t hear you.” He scolds.

“Because I said a bad word!” She cries, and this makes Toji laugh.

“Really? That’s all?” He teases, still not believing her words. She frowns. “Back in my day one got grounded for a lot worse.”

Toji doesn’t know what he was expected; maybe to see her react the same snappy way his son always does, engage in a push-and-pull bickering that would just end up with him mocking her.

But she doesn’t, instead, she just stares at him for a few seconds before going back to her knees.

And that makes him feel a bit… let down.

“This got you really upset, huh?”

…

Silence.

He sighs.

“What’s the sentence?”

“Hm?” She looks up from her knees, a curious yet saddened look on her face.

“What are you grounded with?”

“…Mama said I can’t eat sweets for two weeks.”

Toji wishes to laugh, really, because this punishment was hilariously silly compared to what he expected, with a completely exaggerated reaction to follow! But… he supposes that for the spoiled kid he’s slowly starting to label her as, that might be the worst thing ever.

“Well, you’re already 3 days in. Just 11 to go.”

“But I don’t want to be grounded!” she cries. “I want sweets!!”

“Calm down, kid—it’s not the end of the world.”

“That’s easy for you to say… you’re not grounded.”

“I’ve been grounded, and with worse things too.” He says, and of course…

“Like what?”

She needs to know. Toji regrets ever saying anything immediately after.

“Uh, well, I got to do things I didn’t like either; you got it easy kid, I would’ve done anything to be punished like you were.” Truly, anything outside of being thrown into a pit of curses would’ve been a thousand times better.

“Sweets are too good.” the little girl excuses. “There’s nothing better than that!”

“They can ruin your teeth and make you all giddy if you eat too many.”

“… That’s what papa said too.” She pouts.

“Well, he’s right.” Toji says, and at the mention of both parents, he can’t help but wonder… “What’s your name, kid?”

“Naomi!” she responds instantly. “Naomi Zen’in.”

“Nao—” Toji blinks, twisting his face into a combination of surprise and… disgust? Did Naobito have another kid? At his old age? Really?? “Naomi?”

Maybe he heard wrong, but Naomi only nods excitedly.

“But everyone calls me princess.” She continues. “Because papa says I’m a princess and everyone should treat me as such!”

That… well, that doesn’t sound like anything Naobito would say, unless his old age is finally getting to him? If that’s the case…wow—Toji never thought he’d live to see this happen.

Still wants to be sure though.

“Who’s your dad?”

Naomi blinks.

“You don’t know who papa is?” She asks, with a delicate mocking tone that reassures him she’s a Zen’in. “Everyone knows who my papa is!”

“I’m not everyone.” He scowls, a reaction that rattles Naomi a bit. He sighs. “I’m not around that often so I don’t know what goes down at the estate—just tell me his name, kid.”

“Papa.” Naomi responds proudly, before Toji’s laughter swiftly wipes the joy out of her face. “…What?”

“That’s not his name” he continues laughing. “He has a name, just like you.”

“…is papa’s name not papa?”

“Like you’re not named princess, that’s what people call you.” Around the same way he’s called a disgrace, but that’s a story for another time. “You don’t know your dad’s name? What about your mom?”

“…Mama…”

“Come on, kid, you must know something.”

“My name is not kid.” She frowns, before pressing her lips together in order focus on discovering their names—to no avail.

Not even her own parents were to be of any help, since they’d always use pet names when referring to one another, or at least from what she recalled.

But there is one title that eventually manages to cross her mind, one that her mama would use when she’s feeling playful, tease her papa with it…

“Captain…?”

“Captain?” Toji raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to—”

Wait.

Captain… who holds a title like that inside the Zen’in estate? There are only two groups that he knows of that have such a position, the kukuru and the hei.

But if she was the daughter of someone from the kukuru unit, she wouldn’t be allowed to freely roam the estate, so that only leaves one—

No.

No way.

She couldn’t.

Is that why—

“Naoya?” Toji breathes. “Your dad is Naoya??”

That wimpy kid that would secretly follow him around whenever at the estate, but never approach him?

The brattish heir of the Zen’in?

The one no one liked? Not even his subordinates?

That man—that man was a father now?

Well shit, consider him rightfully surprised.

“Yes!” She grins, nodding. “Mama said I was named like him!”

Oh, now he remembers. The whole charade when his engagement was first announced, followed by his wedding.

He was invited to the ceremony too, but didn’t go, or more likely, didn’t stay for the whole thing. Just took whatever he could from there and left—he does remember thinking that it wouldn’t take long before Naoya divorced her or something…

But this little girl’s existence proved that his relationship not only endured but flourished—and given the way she spoke of him, Naoya hadn’t been as precarious as he believed. If anything, he was proving to be a better father than anyone could expect of the Zen’in!

No doubt, work of your influence; it must be, you’re still around after all…

Well, all that he could say regarding this situation was good for her. Naomi is certainly living a better life than anyone in her similar circumstances would’ve gotten.

“Your mom is Y/N, isn’t she?” Toji asks, Naomi nods. “Well, you’re certainly unexpected.”

Alongside the fact that spoiled brat Naoya managed to behave as a proper parent by punishing her daughter. Certainly seemed like it would happen from what little he was able to perceive of their family dynamic.

No wonder she was upset, this was probably the first time she had experienced the consequences of her actions. But if so, what did she do?

“Anyways, what word did you say to get you grounded?”

She shakes her head.

“No! I’m not telling! Or you’ll tell mama… just like Mariya-chan….”

Toji chuckles.

“I won’t”

Naomi continues shaking her head, not yet convinced. At least she’s not that naïve.

“Really, I mean it.” He insists. “What is that thing that always—ah, right.”

Toji offers Naomi his pinky finger.

“I pinky promise.”

And just like that, Naomi smiles, taking his pinky with hers. Well, maybe she was still naïve.

“Ok!” she nods, and without further precedent— “I said fuck!”

He chokes for a quick second, before erupting into laughter.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear right—what —what did you say?”

“Fuck!”

He laughs harder. Oh, boy was this funnier than he imagined!eHe

“What was that again? I didn’t catch that.”

“Fuuuuuckkkkk!!” Naomi whines, irritated. “Why can’t you listen?? Are you deaf???”

It’s not that he wasn’t listening appropriately, oh no, he heard her very well.

But rather, he just couldn’t stop himself from finding the way she said such common word in her little voice hilarious. It was just… funny to hear a little kid a word they shouldn’t be saying. When the kid wasn’t his, of course.

“Where’d you learn to say that?” Toji asks, doing his best to hold back his laughter, less he wants to lose this gold mine of entertainment!

“One of mama’s friends taught me! Satoru-nii” Naomi responds, his amusement dies soon after.

“Satoru…?” He repeats slowly. “As in Gojo Satoru?”

She nods.

Guess it’s not that funny anymore.

“You need better friends than him, kid.” Toji advises.

“Why? Are you better?” Naomi frowns. Well, there’s no doubt now that she’s Naoya’s daughter.

“Just saying” he shrugs.

“…I’m sorry.” She apologizes. Now that came from you. “…I really like Satoru-nii, but mama said he could be… weird.”

«That’s an easy way to put it.» Toji thinks. “She’s right, you know?”

“But he’s so funny…”

“But she’s still your mom.” Toji says; unsure why he’s even justifying you. Naomi’s not his kid, after all.

“But Satoru-nii is her friend!”

“But she’s still your mom.” He repeats. It’s a “lesser evil” type of thing. But really, he dislikes both families.

“But he’s my friend too!”

“But you—"

Toji, recognizing the pattern of endless back and forth bickering he’s slowly falling into, immediately puts an end to this conversation by muttering a low “ok, we’re not doing that.” standing up and readying his departure—but not before lightly ruffling her hair, making Naomi whine.

“Just keep out of trouble, kid.” And so, he leaves, barely allowing Naomi to respond as she’s forced to nothing but see the strange, yet oddly familiar man, disappear into the hallways.

Toji would continue to see Naomi the following days, and with the same sulkiness that made him rightfully assume she was still grounded.

The difference now is that whenever Naomi noticed him, she’d greet him with an eager wave alongside a toothy grin that initially confused him, believing it was directed at someone else, before realizing that this only happened each time he was around—so yes, it was him that she acknowledged.

And this was, to say the least, quite… heartwarming.

Yes, even a man like himself could feel such a thing—something he never thought he’d experience in his life… at least inside the Zen’in estate. To be seen, even if was by a child, and be happy about it.

He sighs.

Ok, fine. Even when their interactions were limited, he still grew a bit fond of the child. She’s still a bit bratty according to Toji’s parameters, but she’s also nice, and very funny; a very needed change for the always boring, cold, mocking, and stupid people around the estate.

So… why not? Sure, she might’ve done something wrong, but it wasn’t that bad. She deserves a break too, you know? He sure ain’t getting it for himself.

Thus, the next time he sees her…

“Here, brat. So you stop moping around.” He says, dumping Naomi with a white box. The girl blinks, far too intrigued and confused by his gift to bother correcting him. “Come on now, open it.”

Naomi doesn’t need to be told twice before her little hands swiftly rip the tape holding the edges of the box and lifting the lids, eyes soon glistening with excitement upon realizing what it was.

“For me?!” She breathes; big round eyes scanning through all its delicious contents: nothing less than chocolates.

“If you can keep a secret.”

“Mama said secrets are not good.” She frowns, Toji sighs.

“Well then, don’t keep it a secret. See if you’ll get in trouble.”

Naomi pouts, shaking her head.

“… thank you.” She eventually says, with a smile that makes Toji a bit homesick. “Um…”

“What now?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know your name.”

Oh. Right. He asked for her name but didn’t introduce himself. Better late than never.

“Toji.”

“Tooojiiii” she repeats slowly, as if testing out the name before giggling. “Thank you Toji-nii!”

“No—Don’t—don’t call me that.” He says, with a scowl that isn’t really meant out of disgust, but rather… it just made him uncomfortable. He didn’t even call Jinichi that! What made anyone think he’d like it for himself?!

“Then what do I call you…?” she frowns, as if this were the most trivial thing to ponder about.

And Toji wishes to say “just my name” before moving on…

But when all the possible outcomes this window of opportunity provided appeared before his mind’s eye, his lips parted into a smile.

He might as well take a chance.

“Well, there is one way you can call me.”

By the start of the second week—not that this hadn’t been the case since the first day—you began to feel very, very regretful for having “punished” your daughter.

Yes, you knew this was bound to happen when you became a mother, and yes, as much as it was endearing to give, you also needed to take…

But oh, you just loved your cute daughter so, so much, all you ever wanted was to see her happy! And alongside the rumors you’ve heard of her behavior apparently being so pitiful since she was grounded… was it really a surprise to anyone that you’ve decided to go against your word and revoke her punishment a bit early?

She still went through a week of it, of course, hopefully enough to get the point across—Besides, it was just one small thing, surely your decision wouldn’t affect the lesson to be learned… that much, right?

At least that is what you tell yourself as you approach Naomi during one of her playtimes, calling out her name before taking a seat by her side and gently hugging her. It warms your heart that even when upset about being grounded, she’s still as lovable as ever given the way her face brightens up when seeing you and tightly hugging you back.

“What are you doing, little pumpkin?” you ask.

“Playing, mama. But I’m hungry.” She whines, you chuckle.

“Well, food is almost ready.” You lean down to kiss the top of her head. “Have you been good while I’ve been away?”

“Always!” she gasps. “…I guess.”

“Why do you guess?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. Naomi has never been the unsure one. “Aren’t you my good little princess?”

“Yes… but I still can’t eat sweets, and if I can’t eat sweets, it’s because I haven’t been good.” Naomi lamented.

You give her a tight smile, kissing her one more time before taking out a small box from your obi and handing it to her; she recognized it all too well, enough to gasp and smile!

However, that excitement dies soon after when remembering her current circumstances.

“I know, I know.” You sigh, leaning your head over hers, hugging her softly. “I said you were grounded till the end of the week because we didn’t want you disobeying me or papa… but oh, I don’t like it when you’re sad!”

“…I didn’t mean to.” Naomi murmurs, your heart squeezes with adoration.

“I know, pumpkin.” You coo. “But we don’t like it when you copy bad habits from others; you’re a pretty, intelligent, lovely girl— you don’t need any of that!”

“… I’m sorry mama!” she sobs, pressing her face against your chest, you chuckle.

“Oh, I’m not scolding you, baby!” you say, gently patting her back. “In fact, I’m here because I wanted to tell you that you’re no longer grounded.”

“Re—really?!” she gasps, raising her teary-eyed face to see you. You nod.

“But only if you tell me you understood why you were grounded in the first place.”

“Yes! I understood! No more bad words!” Naomi fervently nods. “I promise!!”

“Then, let’s celebrate with your favorite!” you cheer, rubbing her tears away with your sleeve.

“Taro mochi!” she giggles, quick to open the box.

“Just don’t tell papa, ok? He doesn’t know I decided to do this on my own.”

Although you’re quite surprised he hadn’t done so himself, probably because he was away on a mission, he did tell you he didn’t enjoy seeing Naomi upset with him—how the two managed to ground her in the first place was quite the mystery itself, one that will probably never be answered.

“Promise!” Naomi nods and then, she begins to eat one of the mochi, with her chubby face beaming with delight at the return of her all-time favorite treat. Hopefully this won’t ruin her appetite too much… “Thank you, mama!”

“You’re welcome, Naomi. But don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.” You giggle, taking one for yourself. “And don’t chew too fast!”

Naomi tries her best to do what you ask, but her excitement for having her favorite sweets back overrules everything else; in that sense, she takes after you.

After she’s satisfied with the mochi, but still hungry for dinner, the two decide to make a quick stop by the bedroom to change clothes, before eventually going to the dining hall and wait for the food to be ready.

When walking towards the living quarters, Naomi would tightly hold onto your hand while telling you about her day, which often consisting of just playing with her toys under some imaginative plotline she made up for the occasion—this time: a secret spy that needed to infiltrate this heavily guarded mansion to give a fellow spy a special package.

While in true Naomi fashion, this still somehow went against what she usually conjured up, naturally prompting you to ask where’d she get such idea, perhaps from a movie?

But before she could give you an answer, Naomi suddenly stops, eyes intently focused on something at a distance, with such dedication you could only think she saw a ghost! Until a grin appears on her lips, using her free hand to eagerly wave at the person across the garden.

An innocent greeting at first, making you smile at the notion of how bubbly your daughter was.

Had she not screamed the words that made you choke, dumbfoundedly shooting up to see who it was, while wonder why she referred to him that way!

“Hello, Toji-sama!!” Naomi sang. “I’m not grounded anymore!!”

And Toji seems to have forgotten of this arrangement given the way he confusedly looked up towards the origin of that shrilly voice, not finding any correlation between the girl waving at him and himself even after seeing her… until suddenly, all comes back at him, making him chuckle and think “How could I forget?” before briefly greeting her back and moving on.

Their interactions ends swiftly soon after, and Naomi returns to her previous conversation with such comfort, it was almost as if it didn’t even happen.

But of course, this exchange, even while brief, undoubtedly created a lasting impression on you, starting an endless ocean of questions ranging from when did she meet him to why did she call him that honorific, of literally any other??

Well, if it was worth anything… this shouldn’t come to you as a surprise considering how highly Naoya thought of him; Naomi might’ve heard her father compliment him and somehow, compared him to a deity.

Still a bit… dramatic, but at the end of the day, her daughter was nothing but a child, bound to make silly innocent things like this.

So, you let this slide by chuckling and continuing listening to Naomi’s “highly secretive but very thrilling spy story” as she wanted you to “coolly describe.” before arriving at the dining hall and eating.

Believing that in the sense of seeking the remarkable, Naomi takes after her dad.

That's me trying to explain that Naomi's acceptance and eventual admiration of Toji comes from Naoya lmao. Inherited for sure :) when you tell Naoya about this he's like "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT BEFORE?!" You ask him to not encourage her lol.

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L Lawliet x Chubby!Reader

Part 1

Summary: L longs for a sense of normalcy in his current depression. The burdens of the case begin to weigh him down. His heart longs for something or someone far away... If only she were with him now...

Words: ~4k

Contains: Established relationships, angst, depressed L, mentions of low self esteem, mentions of marriage, hurt/comfort, takes place before yotsuba arc

A/N: Thank you everyone to read and enjoyed part 1!! I apologize for the wait on part 2, I thought I would have it done long before now but life gets in the way lol. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope I captured L's character well. I just feel sad sometimes bc the poor guy just wants friends and stuff like everyone else :/ so this is my way of giving him something special ToT hope you guys enjoy!!!

***

Watari could barely stand it anymore. Watching L stagnate like this was killing him, and not to mention, severely hindering the progress of the investigation. The past few days, he barely ate, only picked at his cakes and cookies. He requested cannolis once, and Watari immediately knew what was wrong… he missed her. 

The night he watched through the security cameras as L called her, his suspicion was only confirmed. His left hand never left his pocket, the pocket that always carried her photo. The longing in his voice was soft yet deep, and the bags under his eyes were just that much darker. 

The great detective’s mood seemed to sour even greater every time he watched Misa interact with Light. Every flirtatious comment, every touch, every hug, had L shrinking into his chair just a bit more. Watari was afraid he’d break his spine the way he curled so tightly into his knees. 

Even Light was beginning to make comments about L’s slight shift in behavior. He would try to include L on findings in the case, and even tried to offer to take him out for a tennis match. L would have none of it, it seemed nothing would lift his spirits… nothing except one thing. 

L would be furious if Watari did what he was tempted to do, beyond furious actually. It was an incredibly reckless and risky thing to do given the nature of this case. However, the case was suffering, Kira was no closer to being caught, and its lead investigator had a case of a broken heart. Watari was quickly running out of time and options. What else was he supposed to do? 

With a heavy sigh, Watari picks up the nearest phone and dials a New York cannoli shop. 

***

Flipping through the same stack of papers that have been on his desk for the past three days, L scans the words over and over again, as if the reports would change in real time. He could feel his mind wandering, see the words blurring, and hear the noise in the background fade and distort. HIs was losing his edge, and with it he felt, his sanity. 

“What do you think of this report, Ryuzaki?” Light politely asks, handing him a document from a stack he’s already read ten times over. Gently taking it in hand, L reads of an incident of Kira enacting his justice on a convicted mobster, guilty of killing business owners who refused to pay his protection fee. Just like how we met. 

L hums, trying once again to put on the facade that nothing was wrong with him, that his heart was still even in this case at all. “I’m not quite sure, Light,” he answers, “While this type of criminal most definitely meets Kira’s typical profile for a ‘deserved killing’… it almost seems too much like Kira. I think that…” he pauses for a moment, “oh nevermind. I believe that made much more sense inside my head.” He hunches over the drink on his desk before whispering under his breath, “I just keep saying ridiculous things…”

He sighs, taking another sip of his barely sweetened coffee. L didn’t even have the energy or will to turn his drinks into pure sugar water anymore. Everything sweet reminded him of her. After all, her lips tasted just like fresh, tangy, sweet, rasp-

“Ryuzaki?” Watari’s voice pulls him from his stupor only for a moment, that voice being his only comfort in these hard times. Not daring to look up from the swirling, murky, coffee in his cup, he only hums, “Yes, what is it Watari?” The sound of his cart rolling across the floor becomes louder and louder as it approaches L’s desk, yet Watari’s voice stays exactly where it is, “I have something rather special here for you today.” 

When the cart stops, a delicate, feminine, hand places a small plate in front of the detective. A perfectly fresh, puffy, and practically overstuffed cannoli sits right in L’s line of sight. The bright pink cream falls in puddles on the plate, beckoning him to have a taste. 

With certain caution, L takes a hesitant finger into the cream, bringing it to his lips. “Raspberry…” he mumbles around his index finger. Pulling his hand slowly from his mouth, he carefully turns his head to the side, finding a set of wide, soft, hips standing next to him. He follows the figure with his eyes, tracing every familiar curve with a disbelieving look. 

Finally reaching the face of the not-so-mystery woman, L’s jaw practically falls to the floor. The woman only chuckles, like a sweet song, and gives an equally sweet wave, “Hi, cream puff. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” 

L springs from his chair like a Jack in the box, nearly dragging Light to the floor by his wrist. His eyes widen, and he, for once in his life, is left completely speechless. “I-I…” he stutters, “What are you doing here?” The plump woman only twiddles her hands in front of her, a guilty blush beginning to consume her face. “Well…” 

Watari interrupts the exchange by clearing his throat and taking a few steps forward. All three heads in the room turn towards him, though only two of them understand what is even being said. “I summoned her here of my own accord,” Watari explains, “I felt the case needed some extra moral support, and after a thorough call, she seemed very eager to assist. Isn’t that right Miyuki?” 

Of course he would give her an alias that means “beautiful happiness.”

‘Miyuki’ nods eagerly at Watari’s confession, “Yes, he explained everything on the phone and well… I knew that I had to come.” She tilts her head and gives L a soft, sad, smile, “He said you weren’t doing so well, cream puff. If I had the chance to help, I couldn’t just let it slip me by.” 

Despite the flutter in his heart and the urge to suddenly reach out to touch her, L’s logical side fumes in anger. Shooting a glare to Watari and then back at Miyuki, he sets his jaw, “Do you have any idea just how dangerous it is for you to be here right now? Our lives are on the line in this case, and the last thing I want right now, is for yours to be at risk as well.” 

His scolding has her lowering her head in shame while Watari stands still as ever. “I’m sorry,” she mutters, “I just… Watari said it would help you relax to have me around and well,” she raises her head, “I wanna help you any way I can, no matter what it takes. My life included.” 

Looking into her eyes, L could tell she meant that with her entire being. She wasn’t there for any other reason than to make him happy. He had two choices now; shatter her heart and send her back to New York, or put her life at stake to keep her here. They both were incredibly risky paths to take, each could result in losing her for good. 

His silence only raised her anxiety and Miyuki’s eyes begin to water slightly, “I… I thought you’d be glad to see me. It’s been almost two years since you last saw me in person. Do you… not want me here?” 

Now he really was on the spot, he needed to think quickly before this escalated more. Could he really tell a lie to that sweet, puffy, soft face that cared so much for his well being? Would it even be worth it to do so? Swallowing a lump in his throat L finally musters the courage to answer her question. “No,” he begins, “I am very glad to see you. I trust that you being here now means Watari took all the proper precautions to bring you to Japan,” she nods in confirmation before he continues, “If that’s the case…” he smiles slightly, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to keep you around for a few days or so.” 

Miyuki’s face lights up in a smile and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around L’s neck. “Oh thank you!” she exclaims, “I’ll make sure you never run out of raspberry cannolis again, cream puff.” Returning her embrace, L snakes his arms around her waist. A waist that, it seems, has grown. His girlfriend had put on a bit of weight since he last saw her, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he loved it. Holding her felt like biting into a fresh donut; warm, soft, and like home. 

L would have continued to hold her against himself for as long as time permitted, but unfortunately, she stepped away, a red embarrassed flush on her cheeks. Looking back at the dumbfounded and clueless Japanese boy handcuffed to her boyfriend, Miyuki wrings her hands, “I don’t suppose I could have a moment with you in private? If that’s too much to ask, I guess we could talk with… whoever that is, here.” 

“Ah,” L hums, looking back over his shoulder at his companion beside him, “That would be Light Yagami, completely harmless… for now. It would take too long to explain why he’s currently attached to me but…” he trails off, tracing his thumb on his lip as he looks at the massive monitor full of surveillance camera feeds. If he uncuffed himself from Light, he would still be watched 24/7 by Watari and the others, right? Surely it wouldn’t do any harm to the investigation to give himself a one hour break from his experiment. 

Looking back to Miyuki, L smirks, “I believe I could arrange a private moment for us. Light has someone else in this facility waiting to spend some alone time with him as well. He’s been behaving well enough I don’t think it would be too horrible to allow him that. I’ll meet you on the 18th floor… once I find the key for these handcuffs.”

***

A quiet, yet peaceful silence hung in the air as L squatted on the couch across the coffee table from Miyuki. It was strange the way their relationship played out, their phone calls were always filled to the brim with conversation, almost never allowing for a moment of quiet, yet these moments, the ones where each occupied the same room together, were always so silent. Both were so content to bask in each other’s presence. 

L watched her with nearly glossed over eyes, curled in on himself as he studied her every shift and movement on the couch, trying his hardest to commit every part of her to memory, especially since she’d changed so much. The tension in the air that had lingered in the tower for the past week seemed to finally evaporate just by having her here. Right now L felt… relaxed. 

“What are you laughing about?” Miyuki inquires, and L hadn’t even noticed the chuckles coming out of his mouth. She had a way of drawing out the childish joy in him that even he seemed to forget existed. Hugging his knees, he shakes his head, “It’s nothing, I’m simply enamored with you. You have brought a light with you I feared had diminished inside me.” 

Blushing like mad, Miyuki smiles brightly, shining like a thousand stars, “I’m glad. Watari said you’d been missing me lately. You’ve had a lot on your plate and he figured that having me around might give you some peace of mind and focus.” 

“I believe he was correct,” L agrees, “I’d say my sense of peace has risen by at least 60%, and my focus even more so. Though I must admit… my focus is most certainly not on the investigation at the moment. Rather, it’s on someone else entirely.” 

She waves a hand in dismissal, her smile still cheek to cheek. L can barely help the smile on his own face as he stares her down from his hunched position across from her. He could stare at her for hours, there was just something about her that drew his attention like nothing else. If asked 5 years ago, L would say he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the moment he met (Y/N), that all changed in an instant. 

In an attempt to make some sort of small talk, L hums, “I’d ask how your family is, but your father made it evident on the phone he still hates me.” Miyuki sighs, her smile only diminishing slightly, “Well, you know how papa is, after all that stuff that happened with my uncle getting killed that summer we met, he’s been extra protective of me.” 

“I think it’s only natural for him to feel that way, given everything that’s happened,” L remarks. 

Miyuki shrugs, “I suppose, I just wish he would be more accepting of you.” She pauses for a moment before laughing softly, “You know, my grandma keeps telling me that I should dump you if you aren’t going to propose soon.” Raising her finger she does a poor impression of a scolding elderly woman, “‘It’s been five years and there’s no ring on your finger, you’d be better off finding someone who actually wants to make an honest woman of you.’”

L freezes in his seat, his shoulders tensing and his thumb stopping all motions against his lips. With eyes slightly widened, he nervously asks, “You… don’t plan on taking that advice, do you?”

Noticing the way he was gripping his knees, Miyuki suddenly stops laughing. “Of course not, cream puff,” she assures vehemently. Getting up from her seat, she walks across the space between the two couches to sit next to L. Turning towards him, she puts her hands on the cushions close to his leg. “I told you at the end of that summer that I would wait for you, always.”

The tension in his body loosens at her proximity, but he hangs his head slightly, thinking as he resumes rubbing his lip. He sighs, his shaggy hair hiding his dejected face, “But perhaps… you shouldn’t. I fear your grandmother makes an excellent point, dear. It’s foolish for you to continue ‘throwing your life away’ as your father would put it.” 

Miyuki shakes her head, “What are you talking about? Why would you even say that?” 

With a huff, L unfurls himself from his seat, placing his bare feet on the carpet below him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he studies the patterned floor, tracing each shape with his eyes as he talks, “It’s just that… we have been in a relationship for half a decade now, and in all that time, we’ve spent a total of exactly 164 days, 13 hours, and 37- no, 38 minutes, physically together. This job of mine… it hardly allows for a social life of any kind, let alone a relationship of this nature.” He lifts and turns his head slightly, looking at her from beneath his overgrown bangs, “I simply feel that… you deserve an ordinary life. A life that only an ordinary man can give you… a man that is nothing like me.” 

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Miyuki argues, “You’re just as ‘normal’ as any other man. You’re strong, and handsome, and-” 

“Darling,” he interrupts, “please don’t lie to me. You know just as well as I do that this life I live is far from typical. I never had a normal childhood, never had real friends, and I became a professional detective at a time when I should have still been in grade school.” A pale hand reaches out to hold Miyuki’s thigh, “I care about you… immensely. I want you to have everything you desire in this life, but unfortunately… it may not be something that I can give you, despite my very deep desire to do so.”

Enveloping L’s hand, Miyuki grabs hold of him, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t care about any of that,” she assures. “At the end of that summer, before you left for your next case, I told you I would wait for you, always,” she scoots just a hair closer, “I meant that then and I still mean it now. I wouldn’t have come all this way behind my family’s back to be here if I didn’t. L… I love you. I don’t care if that means I only get bits and pieces you manage to spare from your hectic life. I’ll take whatever I can have if it means I get to be yours.”

The detective studies her face with a full heart, his tired eyes watching every twitch and shift of her features. She truly meant every word she just said. She is in love with him, and she would do anything to stay in his life… no matter what sacrifices that entailed. For a moment, he thinks of Light Yagami. He may have Misa’s adoration, but L… L has (Y/N)’s devotion. He had half a mind to kiss her right then. 

Miyuki swallows the lump in her throat as her boyfriend continues to stare her down, his eyes flicking between her own and their hands clasped between them. He seemed so far off yet close at the same time, and she knew this meant he was busy thinking about something. His eyes usually glaze over in a certain way when he is lost deep in his thoughts. 

When he continues to stay silent for more than she is comfortable, she squeezes his hand to ground him. “Uh, cream puff?” she nervously chuckles, “Are you okay? Did I… did I say something wrong?”

L blinks, refocusing his attention on the woman at his side. “What? Oh I’m sorry, I just trailed off for a moment.” He releases her hand, repositioning himself on the couch in his typical pose, this time turned to face her completely. As he rubs his thumb against his mouth once more, he begins mumbling to himself, “There’s no way she would refuse… it’s the only way…” 

With increasing concern in her voice, Miyuki bites her lip, “L? Is… everything okay?” 

He ignores her question and instead asks her one of his own, leaning forward ever so slightly to closely observe her reaction. “You love me, correct? So much that you hang by the phone everyday just to hear my voice? That you would wait for months on end just to spend a long weekend with me?” 

Almost offended by the question, Miyuki blinks rapidly, “Of course I love you. I’d do anything for you.” 

“Even upset your own family?” he further questions, “They never have liked me, and I’m sure they’ve tried many times to convince you to end things with me. Perhaps they’ve even set you up with other men your age to get you to forget about me.” 

“Well… yes, they have,” she sheepishly admits, “but I always turned those guys away. I don’t need them, I have the best guy in the world.” 

L smirks at that last comment, “And I always appreciate your flattery, dear.” He tilts his head before continuing his questioning, “If there were a way that we could stay together full time, travel together, and see one another every day, you would want to do that, correct?” 

“Absolutely,” she answers with no hesitation. “But you just said we can’t… because of your work.” 

“Yes I did say that,” he nods, “However, I believe I’ve come up with a solution that would not only benefit you and I, but would perhaps appease your family as well. Or at the very least, give your grandmother one less thing to complain about…” he trails off again for a moment, biting his thumb before raising an eyebrow, “You would say yes if I asked you, right?” 

“Asked me what?” Miyuki questions, thinking there’s no way he could possibly be talking about what she thinks he is. 

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out…” he mutters to himself. Getting up off the couch, L takes the plump hand of his girlfriend before kneeling beside her on the carpet. Looking up at her blushing face, his equally nervous, red, features quiver as he utters the question that has been weighing on his heart for many years, “Would you marry me?”

Her eyes shoot open, nearly wide enough to pop out of her head, “Cream puff… do you really mean it?” 

Swallowing, he grips her hand a hair tighter, “Why would I have any reason to lie to you? I have been deeply in love with you since I was a teenager, and despite the constant distance and secrecy between us, you’ve stayed loyal and faithful to me. If I were to take you as my wife, you would never have to be without me again. You could travel with me for work, I could finally shower you in all the gifts and affection you deserve, and I could sleep easier at night knowing I wouldn’t have to wait even a day to see you once more. I could even tell you my real name after all this time.” 

Miyuki is speechless, her eyes pooling with tears, blurring her vision of the man on the floor in front of her. Shoulders sinking, he loosens his hold on her hand, “But… perhaps that is too much to ask of you. It would be selfish of me to wish to take you away from your family, to want to tie you to me forever,” he goes to stand up, “Forgive me, I should have never-” 

“No,” Miyuki shouts, grabbing his hand and yanking him back down, “I would, I’d do it. I’d do whatever I had to to be with you.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, a self deprecating sadness glinting in his eyes. “If you want to, we can continue on the way we are. I just… thought that might be a possibility you’d like to consider… I can’t deny it’s a fantasy I’ve indulged in during some of my more restless nights. Thinking of you… it gives me a clarity I can’t find anywhere else.” 

Fantasy. That’s the word he used. He truly felt it was a fantasy to even think that she would want to be with him forever. Yet, after that confession, how could she possibly even think to say no? Under his seemingly aloof and calculating exterior, L was still a man, a man with a heart that yearned to be with the woman he loved. 

“I’m sure, L,” Miyuki mumbles through the tears streaming down her soft cheeks, “I love you so much. I…” she starts crying even more, unable to hold in the emotions filling her heart, “I wanna be your wife… more than anything.”

“So… you will marry me?” he asks once more, just to clarify. 

She simply nods with a resounding, “Yes.” A smile spreads across his lips as relief washes through him. L had solved some of the most dangerous, high profile criminal cases on this planet, but proposing to his girlfriend just now had been the single most terrifying experience of his life. 

It almost comforted him to feel so normal at that moment. He was just a man, in love, promising to spend his life with the one person who meant more to him than anything, as so many ordinary people do every day. He could quickly feel his heart filling up, nearly fit to burst. 

Taking him by the collar of his shirt, Miyuki pulls L to her lips, kissing him with all the ferocity and love she could muster. The first time she would ever kiss her fiance. 

Pulling away, she leans her forehead on his, “I love you, L.” With a smile on his kiss swollen, perfectly pink, lips he reaches up to hold her hair, gently rubbing the back of her head, “And I love you… until death do we part.”

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hey, @salternateunreality2 referred me to you (and birdblacksocialclub, who I'm also gonna ask for All The Thoughts) for a question I've got about Genesis in Crisis Core. I've just never really understood what's going on with him like, physically and metaphysically at the end. When Zack sets him down, he appears to no longer be degrading (at least in Reunion), like his hair is normal and his jacket isn't cracked. So did something heal him? The Goddess Materia? The grace of Minerva? But then like, something I read said he actually DIED? Did Deepground revive him (I have not played Dirge of Cerberus yet)?

Lol thank you in advance for your help.

I’m sorry I took so long to get back to you, but I’m SLOW and was fact checking what I knew so I didn’t give you misinfo lol.

Minerva healed him. Minerva is related to the planet’s consciousness, kind of like a form she uses to manifest to the rest of the world, so ultimately, the planet healed him. The exact how she healed him: for Genesis to have been healed, he would’ve needed to have been given Sephiroth’s cells since Sephiroth’s cells were (for lack of better terms) more complete, as opposed to how Genesis and Angeal were created in Project G (because the injection of the Jenova cells in the mother rather than the fetus like in Project S resulted in an unstable body). Sephiroth is long dead by the time Genesis reaches the lifestream, so the way it’s believed (this is not confirmed in canon btw) that Minerva healed him is by stabilizing his cells so that he’s not degrading anymore. Minerva doesn’t cure him completely, because for that to happen, she would’ve needed to take the Jenova cells out of his body, which isn’t possible. So Genesis still has his Jenova cells after he’s “cured.” This is why we see that he still has his wings in Dirge of Cerberus, which (timeline-wise) is the last installment in the series. I also want to note that Genesis’ cracked jacket was probably a creative choice to show that he was completely degrading, so when he’s back to normal when Zack brings him back up from the Banora underground, it’s meant to show that he’s been healed and no longer degrading.

When Genesis used the Goddess materia to power himself up, this is what causes Minerva to come to him, and we see that she’s not happy that he used the Goddess materia for something that didn’t align with his dreams. She sees that he hasn’t fulfilled his duty as a SOLDIER yet, so she rejects him from the lifestream and sends him back. You can say this is when he has the chance to prove himself now.

Genesis isn’t dead at the end. He seems to be unconscious (or at least semi-conscious enough to be dramatic and babble on about the gift of the Goddess lol). The two soldiers we see pick him up at the end are Nero and Weiss, two of the Tsviets from DEEPGROUND. DEEPGROUND is connected to Genesis because it was because of his degradation/evolution (this part is unclear to me, I’m sorry) that experimentation began. The Tsviets were spliced with Genesis’ genes. When they pick him up at the end, they take him back to DEEPGROUND, but Genesis refuses to join them, and that’s apparently when he seals himself away and goes to take his depression nap until the planet is in danger and needs him again.

It was revealed that the entire reason Genesis seals himself away is because he wants to wait for the planet herself to summon him for help, which is what happens at the end of Dirge of Cerberus when she summons him to fight against a greater threat, although we don’t know what that threat is because the series was never finished :/

[moonstrider9904]

And so, the last Bad Batch Eve falls upon us.

It is surreal to think that a show that has meant so much to me for three years will come to an end. I've talked about how meaningful TBB is to me many times, and I most certainly will in the future, but I didn't want to pass on the opportunity to do it on the last Bad Batch Eve we'll officially have.

The night before Aftermath premiered, I'd struggled with some pretty bad anxiety. In the weeks following after that and throughout the first season, I dealt with depression and anxiety being diagnosed as well as an ear infection the doctor attributed to said mental illnesses. I went through a pretty bad breakup. The lockdowns were at their peak where I was. But despite that being a rough time, I also vividly remember being in my room at home, my favorite place in the world, eating my favorite food and drinking my favorite relaxing tea, hearing it rain outside, wearing my favorite hoodie and my PJs, watching/rewatching those season 1 episodes. Seeing Crosshair deal with the inhibitor chip seemed to echo some of what I was going through, i.e. having something in your head you couldn't really control. I wondered how afraid he must have felt, and I sympathized with him.

During S2, as Crosshair was off with the Empire, I was off living in my hometown the first time, away from my true home and my family, and I have to admit I was very lost during that time. I did make mistakes. I did return home, and I left it again, albeit now more ready, more prepared, more stable. But it was still a second time leaving home.

S3 Crosshair has all but solidified my intent in going back home and not freaking leaving and I really hope the day in which I can return home to my family the way he did is sooner rather than later. Seeing him grow, own up to his mistakes, forgive and be forgiven, learn to control what's in his head, and heal, feels like a very fitting peak to a journey, a journey that had and still has its ups and downs.

And let's not forget the writing and the fandom. I have written things I didn't think I'd write, things I've loved so much that part of me wants to go back in time and rewrite to experience the joy of doing it all over again (looking at Moonlight here lol). I have also made gifs, which I didn't ever imagine doing! I edited music videos and crack meme compilations, which I had wanted to do for years. Fear not, I'll keep doing all of that - slowly, yes, but not with any less love. Y'all are stuck with me. 😁🩷

And as if all I've mentioned wasn't already very valuable, I cannot forget all the beautiful, wonderful, amazing people I've met because of this show. People who I've learned from, laughed with, cried with, fangirled with, gamed with... every single one of you has been the icing on the cake, the lattice on the pie, the parmesan on the pasta. You have all truly made this worth it and make me love being in the fandom. You give what I do a greater purpose, and you have become people I am happy to call moots and friends. I am over the moon that this show allowed me to cross paths with you. @photogirl894 @rebekadjarin @darthzero22 @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @stardustbee @s-pirth-lemonade @eloquentmoon @sageislostinspring @nahoney22 @freesia-writes @kimageddon @emperor-palpaminty @rainydaydream-gal18 @imabeautifulbutterfly @paperback-rascal @pankeki-25 @dragonrebelrose @dragonrider9905 @questforgalas @lightwise @zoruui @nunanuggets @misogirl828 and everyone else 🩵

I love The Bad Batch and what it's done for my life in so many aspects. I love these characters for their growth and because they were there for me when nobody was, and because they brought me to so many amazing people. I am grateful that this show exists and I cannot wait to keep creating all the stuff I have planned, writing or otherwise.

Thank you, Clone Force 99, and thank you everyone for being a part of this journey!

🩷🌙

[peachjagiya]

Hi I was just thinking and you know what’s so sinister about y’all insisting that what they talked about during the ITS talk wasn’t true and was pushed by the company? Is that denying their distance you’re denying that taehyung had struggled with his mental health back in 2020 and that ultimately caused a strain on their friendship. Because jungkook quite literally tells you taehyung had become closed off which inherently led to them talking less and not having the space to mend their relationship but they finally took the initiative because they could. Because taehyung cares about the way his fans view him so he showed us a sign that he was someone who could overcome those obstacles. He showed us reconciliation and reconnecting while easing worries people had. Taehyung was struggling back then and he wanted to let you guys in and this is how you turn around and disrespect him? I am so glad he’s better now and we didn’t even get to see most of their conversation on camera because he let us in just a little and showed us they were alright. With the help of their best friend jimin who gazed at them happily. Why can’t it ever be taehyung and jungkook are fixing their relationship instead of the company is trying to hide taekook and tae lol. Why can’t it ever be what they tell you?

Nice try.

How long did it take you to come up with this angle?

Filmed in May/June 2020.

January 2020:

February 2020:

Yeah why can't it be what they tell you?

Honestly, I don't know how you're viewing the shenanigans with Hybe right now and thinking manipulated media and PR set ups don't exist. Like... You know they have people whose entire job is to set stuff up, right? To rewrite the story? Like any entertainment corporation in the whole world?

Google "fixers"

Google "Eddie Mannix"

You really think this stuff doesn't happen in the significantly more controlled Kpop industry? Please.😐

Also you're trying to gotcha tkkrs by claiming a greater empathy for mental health struggles but you're falling into the trap of implying people with depression aren't able to be loved. Depression doesn't mean abandoned and isolated.

[lemonhemlock]

What if Queen Jaehaera had lived?

https://houseofthedragons.quora.com/What-if-Queen-Jaehaera-had-lived-1

Thoughts?

You know, the second reply from Quora user Shadi Barham had me with the "functionally identical" role Jaehaera and Daenaera have, but then lost me with this little pearl of wisdom:

Remember, in addition to Daeron and Baelor, Aegon and now Jaehaera still have three more daughters, who were locked in the Maidenvault, that got passed over for Viserys. Well now with them being the daughters of Jaehaera, it’s likely their claims would receive much more consideration, since they are after all, the products of joining the Black and Green Factions… But legally speaking, without Daemon being trueborn, Viserys would be the legal heir to the throne….

Absolutely not, lol. Viserys does not have a claim over his nieces, he is an usurper. Andal Law functions based on a simpler rule: "a daughter comes before an uncle". Daena, Rhaena and Elaena do not magically have a greater claim depending on who their mother is. The fact that they are the remaining children of the former King is enough.

The last comment I highlighted takes the cake - had Daemon been "trueborn", it means that Aegon IV and Daena would have been married, with Daena the ruling monarch. This is a misunderstanding of the Rhaenys-Laenor situation (it seems that GRRM really did manage to muddle how succession works in the minds of his readers), because, while Rhaenys was the legal heir by Andal Law, the fact of the matter was that the ruling King (Jaehaerys) placed her in a position where people were asked to vote for her. A Great Council is an entirely separate way of settling the succession, it implies that there are several candidates (who can surely present their claims and "manifestos"), but, at the end of the day, the electors pick whoever they want based on whichever reasoning they want. They may just pick because they like someone's outfit, it truly is irrelevant - but of course they would vote based on their own affinities, biases and interests. So, in that situation, it would make sense for Rhaenys to place her son forth in the hopes that the misogynistic lords would be willing to cast a vote for her faction if they had the confirmation that a man would be in charge, sooner or later.

But that doesn't mean that Jaehaerys didn't manipulate the laws of succession to pass over a female claimant and it doesn't mean that the precedents he created with his abuses prohibited female inheritors from then on. We still have female heirs even in the post-Rhaenyra / Jaehaera / Daena world, following the same basic rules of the eldest daughter inheriting in the absence of brothers and the daughter inheriting before uncles - Cersei Lannister being the prime example! It may have escaped readers' notice, but it is she who is styled the Lady of Casterly Rock after Tywin's death, not Jaime (Kingsguard) or Tyrion (patricide) or any of her many uncles or cousins.

Anyway, I maintain that killing off Jaehaera was unnecessary and that the behaviour of Aegon III's children makes more sense in the context of having two very depressed and traumatised parents. More so, Baelon's, Rhaena's and Naerys'* devotion to the Faith can be more easily understood as having been influenced by a mother / aunt who turned to religion in order to cope. Hell, even Aemon being willing to dedicate himself to a life of servitude could have been traced back to Jaehaera's influence, since Larra Rogare was essentially absent for a large part of her children's lives and, thus, the only mother figure left in the family was Aegon III's wife.

*quite a lot of family members within the same generation, don't you think? for this religious extremism to have appeared so randomly

[autisticlifelessons]

Tips for helping your autistic child thrive at home

So, I'm not a parent myself, but I did grow up in a household where both myself and my sibling (both AFAB) had undiagnosed autism, and we're pretty sure our father is autistic, too. I've also got some teaching experience where I supported neurodivergent children and their families. Based on this experience and my own research, here are some tips you can use at home to help your autistic child thrive. These are biased towards my particular experience and may not apply to your own child, but they should give you an idea of the sorts of things you can do.

Give lots of emotional reassurance - the world is seriously overwhelming for an autistic child. Children's brains are still developing, and the younger they are or the greater their needs are the more help they will need with co-regulation of their emotions. Bear in mind that, especially for AFAB children, they may mask heavily at school and present absolutely no behavoural problems only to come home and explode. This is because home is their safe place where they can show more authentically how they are really feeling.

Be led by your child's needs and interests, and be prepared for these to change over time - many autistic people develop intense interests in specific things, which are known as 'special interests'. The stereotypical special interests most people have heard of are things like trains, but be aware that some girls who are really, REALLY into ponies are actually expressing neurodivergent traits. Showing your support for exploring these interests is hugely beneficial (and makes present buying a breeze lol). Of course, autism is a spectrum and presents differently in different autistic people. Many like the structure of a routine, for example, but don't force a visual timetable on your child if this is clearly something that isn't helping them. As your child gets older, their interests and needs will change with them, so be prepared to adapt and keep the lines of communication open.

Be prepared to give your child extra support navigating friendships and social situations - for many autistic people, social situations are highly stressful for lots of different reasons, and for children who are still learning how to navigate in the world this is doubly true. Encourage your child to develop friendships with others who respect them, but accept that they may not always communicate in ways that are socially expected (eg they may prefer parallel play). Autistic children can sometimes be more vulnerable to bullying or being taken advantage of, so ensure your child knows how to communicate boundaries and what to do if another child (or adult) is causing problems. In more general social situations such as going to the doctor or on holiday, your child may be more anxious and unsure of what is expected of them. Practicing these situations before hand through 'make believe' play is a great way of giving them a chance to develop the appropriate social scripts and feel more at ease.

Be aware that co-morbid conditions are often present alongside autism - it is very common that autistic children will have at least one other physical or mental co-morbid condition (basically means it occurs alongside). My sibling, for example, also has ADHD, PTSD, BPD, anorexia, dyscalculia, anxiety, depression, IBS, anaemia, eczema and insomnia (and yes I DID get permission to share that, it's all in their insta bio anyway). Be on the lookout for other symptoms not necessarily covered by autism and advocate for your child to get the support they need. Another thing to bear in mind is that autism often runs in families - if you or your child's other biological parent recognise traits either in yourselves or in family members, there's probably a reason why.

I really hope my tips were useful to you. As I mentioned already, your child may have very different support needs from me. You know them best.

Follow me for more tips - both for autistic adults and teenagers and parents of autistic children.

[1-800-local-slut]

Hiii I saw that you were taking dean x black reader requests! I would love it if you could write a one- shot about them getting married. I just wanna see Dean crying lol.

I'm sorry this took so long, I've been kinda depressed. But I'm back now! Thanks for waiting for this, once again sorry this took so long!

Likes and repost are appreciated, please let me know what you thought <333

Perfection

Dean Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader!

Angst and then fluff, wedding, Dean and reader cry a lot

Dean had seen a lot. In his 34 years of living he had seen a lot. He’d seen funerals, he’d seen murders, crimes of passion, weddings. Dean was an observer. Like a funny background character in a  movie. He witnessed things, did his job and disappeared. He was okay with that, at least he had to be. At some point, maybe when he was 15,  he realized he had to be okay with it. He would never get a long term girlfriend, a nice house with AC and heating, let alone a wedding. Dean had seen a lot for others. Never anything so nice for himself. Not until today at least.

She came into his life, and tore up everything. She tore up his beliefs that he was okay with it. She made him want nothing more than the life he accepted he’d never get. At first it made him angry. It was like God, and this is totally something he’d do, was taunting him. With a beautiful woman who held him through stormy nights and long days. Who kissed his tears away when he melted down. Who baked him pies, and held his hands with no shame. 

She wasn’t a hunter. She didn’t have any of that darkness or murderous rage he or Sam had. She was untouched by the true evils of this world. When she found out about it, it didn’t corrupt or change her the way it had many others. She didn’t fall under depression knowing there were greater evils out there. She didn’t run, or scream, or call him a monster. She just held him, and listened to all his sins and confessions. She was too perfect for him. No, he couldn’t have this. At least it’s what he thought. 

She smashed through that belief with pure love, and showed him that no matter what he thought about himself he deserved love. He deserved her. Still he had his days where he couldn’t believe it. Today was one of them. 

The piano played, as the doors opened at the end of the aisle. He saw her. Her father linked her arm, holding the trembling woman. The moment those doors opened, Dean almost evaporated. His knees buckled, and he cleared his throat. He felt the tears prick his eyes and took a hesitant breath. There was no one else in the church with them. There was a broad smile on her painted lips, the lips that Dean kissed everyday. Well everyday except for the past two weeks they hadn’t seen each other. Her ears dangled with a pair of the most gorgeous earrings he’d ever seen. Her dark eyes were filled with light, and her eyelashes looked a bit longer than usual. Her smile was impossibly bright, as the piano played a harmonious tune. She looked perfect. Actually, she was perfect. Just because Dean said so. He was 100% right too.

God,  what had he done to deserve this? With each step she took, Dean’s eyes began leaking.  The hot tears slipped down his face, and she broke out into a nervous laugh when she stepped up to the altar. Sam patted him comfortingly with a deep chuckle. She laughed as Dean broke out into a nervous grin and wiped his eyes. 

How could he not cry? This woman showed him love. She showed him that if anyone deserved love it was him. She showed him that he was more than a weapon of destruction, but a person. She showed him that she didn’t have to fight to hide his feelings from her. He didn’t have to panic and hide his feelings, and lash out. She taught him it was all okay. Love, care, affection. All of it, she gave it to him. With no cause, no ulterior motive, not wanting anything from him. Nothing but love. Dean felt selfish for wanting her. He felt selfish but wanted her love. She gave it to him without a fight. She gave him so much love it nearly overwhelmed him. He felt like he was drowning in it at times, and at first he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to accept that love. Eventually though, he did learn. He learned to float through it, the way he deserved. The way she taught him to just accept what she’s giving him. And now he was crying his eyes out in front of her. He couldn’t even hide his feelings from her if he tried now.

Her hands was in his, Dean’s hands were in hers. Behind them, the pastor chattered about some random bullshit. Dean wasn’t really too sure. Her eyes stared deeply into Dean’s, and he could feel himself drowning in her love once more. Dean hoped she was doing the same. He wanted to just grab her and kiss her plump lips. He was only pulled out of his trance by the big question.

“…do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

“I do.” And Dean exploded. Tears bursted from his eyes, and he had to let go of her for a moment. He turned away, whipping his eyes as he tried to quiet his whimpers. Sam chuckled, and patted him on his back.

“You okay bud?” Sam asked and Dean mustered a nod. No, he wasn’t okay. He was so happy, it was causing him a violent reaction. She was promising to be with him forever, she was promising to love him no matter what. He was exploding with joy, to the point where his head started to hurt. 

After a few seconds he calmed down. He would’ve been embarrassed if she wasn’t staring at the ceiling trying to keep her eyes from running. There she was, panting and fanning her face. Her bouquet was shoved into Charlie’s hands, as she fanned her face. Her lip trembled, as her sister dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. 

“Dean Winchester, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" 

“I do.” Dean whispered, trying to slow his heart beat. The moment he said it, her neck jerked backwards and she stared at the ceiling trying to repress more tears. He chuckled at the deep breaths escaping her, her chest heaving.

“The rings.” Sam stepped forward with the two rings, one with a D for her and one with her initial for him. The silver bands were courtesy of her father, much like this entire wedding. Then again, Dean was happy to marry her in a dark alleyway with a hobo as the officiant. But this was perfect too.

Slowly, he slipped the ring onto her finger. This was real. She was real. In a few more seconds, they’d be announced as Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester. Dean was certain he’d really lose it then. Her tender hands, and her nails felt comforting on his calloused skin. She slid the ring onto him and bit her lip, possibly in an attempt to fight back tears.

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

Dean had seen a lot in his life. He had seen beauty, and ugliness, life and death, light and darkness. Now he had seen it once more. Now he had seen true perfection. This time not as an observer, but for himself.

[casp1an-sea]

Gen Mentel Jenis

I know the drawing says Jedi master, HE IS NOT A JEDI MASTER! That was old, he is only a knight.

Again kinda an old drawing lol still kinda happy with this one

other characters to know for his story: Pical (Brother), Jin (Best Friend), Zac (Padwan friend)

Birth Year: 48 BBY

Age at beginning: 25

Species: Human, Alderaanian

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Jedi Knight (at the start)

Force Alignment: Neutral, Light

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Personality: Gen is chill and humorous. He shares many beliefs about the Jedi with his childhood friend Jin. He loves his brother and tries his best to be nice to him but they often get into fights so they are somewhat distant. He isn’t very serious and knows his job is important but he remains light hearted. He has quite “radical” views on the Jedi and has little respect for the council. He has no qualms about directly disobeying them as long as his actions don’t harm others. While he is willing to fight for the greater good he shares many of Jin’s pacifist views and wants to have a normal family rather than live his life alone as a jedi. (Disclaimer even though he has radical beliefs does not mean he has dark side temptations)

Appearance: He has dark brown hair cut short with neatly combed bangs, very pale skin, and ice blue eyes. He’s thought to be very handsome. They aren’t interested in each other but Jin and him will often jokingly flirt with one other making fun of the fact that Gen is known as handsome. He wears brown robes slightly darker than standard and often wears them in a loose unneat way.

Weapons: A Single Bladed Purple lightsaber with a wood hilt and gold accents. Later he has a double bladed purple saber with a black metal hilt (stole the hilt from a sith), and then a single bladed dual action purple saber with a hilt inspired by his first hilt. After he leaves the order he also gets a blaster.

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Backstory: (This is very depressing read at your own risk)

A Jedi scout found out that Gen was force sensitive when he was basically a new born. The scout had come to take Gen’s 5 year old brother, Pical, to be a Jedi. The scout returned 3 years later to get Gen as well. Gen trained as a youngling with Pical and Jin. He was a lot closer to Pical as a child. He doesn’t remember anything about his family and Pical won’t tell him the few things he remembers because they aren’t supposed to form attachments. As Youngling, he was taught mostly by Yoda and as a Padawan, his master was Mace Windu. While being a padwan, whenever he was left alone at the temple, he would often go into Youngling’s classes and chat with them. Other padwans his own age were often too busy. This is how he met Zac and they became friends, despite the age gap. Gen was ready to be knighted around the same time that Zac was becoming a padwan. He thought it would be cool for Zac to be his Padawan but the council said as a New knight he would not be ready. He understands that now and Jin got to be Zac’s master so Gen still often worked with him due to his closeness with Jin.

As Gen grew older his relationship with his brother grew more temperamental. It was difficult for them to have a conversation that did not end an argument, despite them both caring a great deal about each other. They simply had different ideals and views of the Jedi, causing them to often butt heads with Jin being the mediator.

About Two years before the clone wars Gen actually married someone in secret (he changed his last name from Mentel to Mentel Jenis). Only Jin knew. A year later him and his Spouse had a daughter. Excited, he mustered up the courage to introduce them to his brother. Who promptly snitched on him to the council and got him kicked out. After this Gen disowned him as a brother, and became a mercenary out of necessity, because Most law abiding citizens didn’t want to hire an ex Jedi. He had no intention of working with The Jedi again, but his moral code made taking mercenary jobs limited, and he ended up excepting an offer to help train clones during the clone wars. This is where he was reunited with his brother but they never completely made up. When he was kicked from the order, he also secretly kept his Kyber crystal and made a new hilt for himself after he left.

after order 66 Gen went into hiding and never knew what became of Pical. Pical had actually survived but the two of them never met up again as Gen was killed by an imperial airstrike during the galactic Civil War and Pical didn’t find out his brother had survived order 66 until after he had already died.

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MORE GEN ART (and also Pical)

These are moments from their story

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[katyspersonal]

I mean... Miyazaki doesn't make "good" gods. I doubt Miquella wouldn't be on the Griffith tier of evil that the insane folks speak of, but considering that Malenia is dead, he got violated, and there's a godslayer tarnished running around... unless he plays a similar role to Ranni we're gonna fight him, and those theorists are gonna be ANNOYING

I think the first statement is a bit irrelevant. There are some "good" gods..... when they are true Gods, not 'humans with privileges of Gods'! For example, Kos in Bloodborne was not doing anything bad, she was just vibing with her worshippers in the village! Or Rom, who is protecting humanity from Eldrich Horrors. Or Ebrietas, who is cooperating with humans to help them to ascend! On the other end, we have Gods who are kinda neutral, like the Old One in Demon Souls who doesn't really have mind and simply devours everything, or Greater Will in Elden Ring that relies on mortals to give it the purpose, the "order", whatever it is, and its morality depends on what the person it gave moderator rights will choose! Formless Mother or God of Rot also basically just exist, they are as "good" or "evil" as forces of nature can be!

What I am saying is, Miyazaki doesn't blame everything on "evil gods" and what IS more common is theme of humanity being the true evil 🤔 Usually the "gods" who are corrupt either were corrupted by human evil or are human in all but status!

(Lol Goldmask was something else) Which, yes, in this case, Miquella is not safe from the trend, I just wanted to point this out because Fromsoft games try to make a point that real evil is not the girls (gender neutral) from outer space, deep see or astral realm. The real evil is in our nature!

We do not know what to expect from Miquella, but considering Soulsborne's trademark depression, my bet would be that Miquella was a genuinely good, kind person, but got ruined. This world is an awful place for a good, compassionate soul! His body might be "unalloyed", but his soul is not necessarily so! It is hard to stay kind and strong no matter what, and it is risky to always try to help because sometimes it will be a mistake. For how long you can remain kind before you lose your patience and decide people are not worth it? 'Die hero or live long enough to be the villain'. In my opinion we can expect to find him in fallen, despair state, and either we help to encourage him to get back up or the story asks us a question whether we, or someone else, is willing to take the kind hero's 'mantle' from him, even despite someday surely ending in this sorry state too.

Okay I've gone too chatty, but my point is, Miquella might end up being "evil"; something that was not there from the start, but giving away self-destructively to the kind that doesn't deserve kindness done it. But if, IF he was "evil" from the start for lack of better term.. that'd be on his human side, not on his god side!

[kishiskolaash]

Jhin is Actually Kinda Good pt. 1

Now that I caught your attention I thought that I'd make a giant thread about the Zed comic, what I've gleaned - I'm going to talk about Jhin mostly, what may be his main goal and about his character design! It's going to be full of wild guesses but if any is true... Lore and Ionia fans are in for a treat.

Let's start with my Artistic Spirit theory, how Hwei's ability names, Disaster, Serenity and Torment are the three state of artistic mindset. However these names indicate that they went wrong, and I predict that once they were Inspiration, Clarity and Empathy.

Inspiration is tied to acting and theater; Clarity is tied to music and community; Empathy is painting and showing - think of it as in Activity: acting, talking and drawing. But in the big picture, these three are the Ionian version of the media.

I will continue to call them the Media Spirits. Now their names indicate that they got twisted, and we have to think about the why, when and how, and at what event were they twisted/muted - and I think Jhin is trying to show what happened in the comic, in his own fucked up way. 

Each of the three Ionian artists match with these Media spirits, Jhin being Disaster/Inspiration, Sona is Serenity/Clarity and Hwei is Torment/Empathy. One is a psychopath, one is abroad and mute, and one was a shut in with depression... This could indicate the state of Ionians, even before the war started.

And so we should read the Zed comic with this in mind - knowing that Zed is an unreliable narrator, who lies all the time. He lies right on the first page, saying he killed Kusho, who was alive until the end of the comic. Then we have to look at Jhin's "art installations" as indications what Kusho may have done.

Because Master Kusho is the worst thing that could happen to Ionia - he wanted civil war, with the motto of "there is no greater power than the ability to kill". But due to Jhin's machinations, Zed realised his true intention and finally killed him.

About Jhin's machinations. We have to realise that by being the Worst, Jhin is serving the greater good, or the balance - Shen, as he became the Eye, somehow realised this and forbids Zed to kill him. Bc I think if Jhin died, it would be disastrous in some way😂

Let's take a look what Jhin did for the balance. The latest, he inspired Hwei to go out and realise his potential as Empathy, which is a pretty big feat. Before that, Jhin liberated the city of Quayanvi, this is shown by his LoR cards - Jhin did a reenactment of how the Noxians took over the city.

They first did a surveillance, and then came the sweet talk, the mind control and then total control. These four steps are symbolised by the bird, the clawed gauntlet and the two types of flower. Jhin, with this guerilla attack, sacrificing only a priestess, managed to take over.

In the Zed comic, Akali also learns that he stopped the weapon inflow from Zaun to Ionia. With this and Kusho being dead, that's 4 events he directed that made sure Ionia becomes a better place. Which is immense, and may not sound like Jhin at all - and YET these are the things he aimed to do and achieved.

I'd take a look at one of his LoR followers, the Maker - her design is one of my ultimate favorites, because she's this old forest witch but also she looks like a guardian spirit tree. She makes the weapon design but it's Jhin's magic which gives them power. 

And Jhin's using Spirit magic, which is really unique, only Karma and Vastayans that have this sort of magic. The proof here is in the comic; his magic is similar to that kid Zed mentions having Vastayan magic. So Jhin is on the Spirits' side as a human lol

Now how the heck is Jhin using Vastayan magic? I only have a wild guess, and that is that he was made into this. It has to do with the scalpel and spirit sword Zed and Kusho has. What if they did a Demacia, as in splicing human kids with a Vastayan spirits? It would be really interesting lorewise IMHO

Let me talk about shadow magic, which may be corrupted Spirit magic. Much like how the Black Mist came to exist, something horrible must've happened in Ionia, as in a huge amount of human suffering has been released. I think this is what Jhin tries to act out and implements even on his own costume.

Let's take a look at his character design - with his winglike cloak, and birdlike boots, he's dressed like a Vastayan. He wears black, skintight leather that could easily pass as him being covered in shadow ichor. He also wears a porcelain mask that is similar what the Kinkou has worn some time.

So... This makes him look like a weird "chimera" person, who's half Vastaya covered in muck and half a Kinkou student. This is my presumption, but if this is what's implied by his design… oh that would be a great story beat.

By the way, if he's a man with Vastayan magic, he gains the thickest plot armor one can have - the local authorities think him he's demon or Vastaya(so he doesn't get chased down like Yasuo), but then the Kinkou can't kill him because he's just a guy Kekw

Jhin was also called the Golden Demon, but he has no connection to that name whatsoever - Zed very much does, tho. His mask has golden horns, red eyes and a skull motif goming on. And I think this mask was made by Jhin becase it also resembles a dick with that random hole😭😂

[roguetelepaths]

"depression is ALWAYS a PHYSICAL PROBLEM IN THE BRAIN and if you had bad side effects from SSRIs it just means you were on the wrong one" okay how about you eat my entire ass lol

Every single SSRI I've ever tried has either done nothing for me, made me dangerously unstable, or turned me into a literal zombie. Every. Single. Fucking. One. They are not a class of medication that works well for me. Neither are any of the other psychiatric medications I've been put on. Because the vast majority of my specific problems stem from the long-term effects of continuous trauma and poverty, and there isn't yet a chemical that can give me a non-abusive childhood and a thriving wage.

(5-HTP— serotonin's chemical precursor— works much better for me, which leads me to believe that if there is a structural neurochemical thing going on with me, it's that my brain isn't making enough of the good shit in the first place, not that it's sucking it back up too fast. Which kind of makes sense to me as an adaptation of a brain that's been in survival mode since birth, but I'm not a neuroscientist, I'm just some dirtbag with a blog.)

Do I think that SSRIs do that to everyone? No. Emphatically, absolutely not. I know several people including my partner who I love dearly for whom they're life-saving. I can't feel anything on Prozac, but my partner can't feel anything without it. Brains are weird and they work differently from one another and scientific models of neuropsychology aren't nearly as universal as they pretend to be.

People with bad psychiatric experiences need to be listened to and welcomed as part of the greater community of psychiatrically disabled people. We DO NOT need comic sans powerpoints telling us to try different medications and saying shit like "u made the meds sad by spreading misinfo :(". If someone is saying their bad psychiatric experiences are universal, then yeah, absolutely call that shit out. But like, your GOOD experiences aren't any more universal. Informed consent requires both perspectives.

In conclusion maybe don't take medical advice from fucking comic sans powerpoints. I mean, don't take it from me either. I'm just some asshole on the internet, as we've established. But I'm also not out here trying to GIVE medical advice. There's a world of fucking difference between "here's what these drugs do to me every time I try to take them" and "well you just need to keep trying new drugs, sweaty :)"

[hermitcyclop]

I have so many thoughs about the Prospit fam and their dynamic with each other post-game.

Put under a readmore bc it's Long

I think quickly after the game events would catch up to June and she would get pretty depressed, and would be pretty callous toward her friends, especially since none of them except Roxy are from her timeline. (and we've seen with Davesprite how she acts toward ppl who aren't from the samee timeline as her) I think she would've a fallout with Dave, as both of them have grown appart during 3 years and don't have common ground anymore. Also Dave would be the 1st to realise June treats her friends like they aren't really her friends since he was here when it happened to Davesprite. I think especially it would fucks June up that's there's a guy who's exactly like her late dad, but who's someone else dad and have 0 memory of her. Imagine if your parent was murdered almost in front of you when you were barely a teen, and just when you finished grieving for them after 3 years their doppelganger appeared, and now you have to live with the fact you're gonna see someone who appears exactly like your deceased parent parents another kid bc that kid is now part of your friend group. So June would be jealous and ressent Jane, who seems to live the life June was deprived of. (Jane's life isn't all roses too but 1) Jane is super repressed and 2) June and Jane don't know each other at all by the end of homestuck) I think June would def feel guilty of this ressentment toward Jane bc Jane didn't do anything after all, so she wouldn't be nasty against her but their relationship would definitely suffer from it.

For Jade, basically she has been stuck all alone for the better part of 3 years (after being stuck almost all her life on an island with only her dog and her dead grandpa for actual, IRL company), grieving the loss of her sibling and one of her best friends in what she though was an accident. THEN June appears on the victory platform, and it turns out Jade was sacrificed to SBURB, doomed to spend all these years alone so June could fix the narrative and win SBURB. Jade knows June did this for the greater good but there's no way she doesn't ressent her for this, especially with June's "I don't care" attitude after the game. So their friendship is definitely strained.

I think at the end of SBURB Jade and Jake would be chummy almost immediately, and would decide to live together for a while, Jade because she needs to have an human presence after spending so long isolated from eveeryone, and Jake because he feels safe enough to room with Jade (although dogtier Jade is still on the back of his mind) and the other option is to live alone which would led him to spiral until he becomes Gpa Harley 2. At first it goes pretty well, but it slowly deteriorates due to their needs clashing with each other. Jade is needy and is constantly afraid Jake and her other friends will disappear due to what she went through, which would make Jake feels overwhelmed. (Dirk's neediness is nothing compared to Jade's lol) Which would results in Jake isolating himself and disappearing for a bit, which is exactly what Jade was afraid of. Not only it would tap into Jade's trauma and fear of abandonment, but Gpa Harley was an absent grandfather and the source of her trauma, so she would subconciously ressent Jake not only for what he did, but also for his counterpart's fault, because "he's just like him after all". Jake, being bad at context clues and reading people, would only realise what's happening way too late, at which point he would get into the mindset he had on the victory platform, once again panicked at the idea of losing Jade's friendship and thinking himself incapable of having friends. This would results in a huge fight between them since they're emotionally raw and vulnerable, after which they would stop living together. Altough I think they would make up with each other pretty quickly once they calm down and air their grievances.

As for Jane, well. She has to grapple with the aftermath of trickster mode and crockertier, in which she was horrible to her friends in two different ways. (although she wasn't alone during trickster) For Jake especially, she would be uncomfortable around him because even if Jake was a pretty bad friend in the events leading to trickster, he didn't deserve to be traumatised for it. As for Jake, he's afraid of her and would straight up refuse to be alone in the same room as her, considering the last two time this happened were during trickster mode and crockertier, so even if Jane wanted to apologise she couldn't do it. The only way I see them talk to each other again is if a mediator they both trust facilitates the conversation.

On the other hand, I think June and Jake, and Jane and Jade would be friends. They have common ground, and on the pesterlogs we got of each of them they were pretty friendly toward each other and seemed to like the other's presence.