#always uneasy making rant posts but PLEASE

[iridescentscarecrow]

getting annoyed by the "yoshiden is so over" posts like 1) learn to multiship 2) do you Not get yoshiden beyond their visual characteristics do you Not did you not read part 2???

[screamqueenmacher]

Final Girl (Stu Macher x Reader) - Chapter 1

as per usual, I've posted a link to this on ao3 before but now I've brought it here💕if it receives decent reactions, I'll prob bring the rest of it over here too (multiple chapters). TW alcohol, murder

Woodsboro, California. A relatively quiet town with nothing interesting happening. Ever. Well, until last year. Mrs. Prescott had been murdered, and more, while her daughter was home. Poor, poor Sidney Prescott. Her father was away and some guy named Cotton, which was a stupid name, had broken in. There was a lot of rumors around the whole thing, but honestly…you didn't give a shit.

You'd grown up in Woodsboro with Sidney and her group of friends. You worked with Randy, renting movies and listening to him go on rants about whatever he had just watched. You were sure that was part of the pay. You had grown up fairly close with Stu, the Machers being close with your parents. It wasn't until you grew older and he became besties with Billy that you lost your own closeness with the giant goofball. Billy Loomis made you feel uneasy. Always had. Always will. Tatum was funny enough, and she and Stu were cute, but you were closer with her older brother, occasionally working a side gig as a dispatcher for the station.

You had been working for dispatch on the night of Casey Becker and Steve Orth's murders. The first call was for a fire. It made you almost throw up when you realized what the second call was about. You weren't close with either of them, necessarily, but you still spent enough time in classes to feel something. Hearing her parents over the line was enough to ruin you. You hadn't been able to stop crying for hours, and then you hadn't been able to sleep. A perfect combination to then go to school the next day. The teachers hadn't been taking it easy on any of the students, which you found to be shitty. People were grieving, but they didn't seem to care. 

“Miss Y/L/N, please at least pretend to be paying attention.” Your English teacher huffed from her desk, causing you to blush. Sinking down in your seat, you tried not to pay attention to the other students' soft laughter. 

-------

“Liver alone!” Stu Macher's voice rang out, making you huff. He had dated Casey, and she had cheated on him, but you'd think he'd have a shred of sadness or grief. Nope.

“It's not funny, Stu. Two people are dead.” You frowned, standing up from where you'd sat. You ignored the calls after you, heading to your class. You just had to make it a little longer, sighing when you opened your locker. 

“Come on, babe, it's funny! Don't be mad.” You startled when Stu was suddenly leaning against the lockers next to you. It was so frustrating when he would call you that. You were so head-over-heels for the big oaf, but you liked Tatum, and she made him happy.

“Don't ‘babe’ me.” Huffing, you closed your locker. He was always so…Stu. “I had to hear it, Stu. I had to hear them call about-”

“Hey, hey, alright, I'm sorry.” It was a rare moment of seriousness from the man, but he didn't like seeing you worked up like that. You huffed a sigh, holding your textbook close. He gave you a goofy grin when you relaxed. “Get to class, Y/L/N.”

------

Finally, finally, you were free. Free to go home and take a nap. You expected it to be the best nap you'd ever have. And honestly? It was. You'd practically slept like the dead, not even making it past the couch in the living room.

Seeing that you'd slept until 8 p.m., you bolted upright. Shit. You were supposed to meet with one of your classmates for a group project. Picking up the phone, you tried calling to let them know you were still coming, curfew be damned, but the line was busy. 

So, you decided to just go ahead. You just had to walk a few houses down. The killer was on the loose, but the attack seemed fairly directed at Casey and Steve. It should be fine…right? 

A few minutes later, you were walking up the steps. The door was slightly ajar, and it gave you a sinking feeling. Holding your breath, you knocked anyway before pushing it open. 

“Lucas? It's Y/N.” You swallowed hard, walking into the house. There was a soda knocked over on the counter, a big mess lying in its wake. “H-hello? Lucas? I'm sorry I'm late. I know I was supposed to be here earlier.”

You walked further, even though your whole body was screaming at you to turn and run. On the stairs, the handheld phone was simply laying on a step. That…couldn't be good.

Did you go up the stairs? Or should you just leave like you'd never been there?

You jumped as the phone started ringing. All you could do was stare at it until it stopped. Then it started again. With shaky hands, you picked up the phone from the steps, clicking the button. 

“...Hello?”

“Hello. You're not Lucas.”

“No, I'm not. I don't know where he is right now, but-”

“I do.”

“You do?” You swallowed hard, looking around you before looking back up the stairs. 

“Yes, I do. You know how?”

“H-how?”

“Because I gutted him in the upstairs hallway.”

You ended the call, dropping the phone as you ran through the front door. You looked behind you, back into the house. No one was there. But you'd barely turned back around when you ran into someone, their hands gripping your arms. You screamed, hitting the person in front of you. 

“Ow! Hey! Y/N, stop!” Stu was frowning down at you, almost pouting as you stopped lashing out. 

“Stu? What're you..?”

“Lucas borrowed my copy of House On Haunted Hill, so I came to pick it up.” He jutted his thumb back, your eyes dragging to his car briefly. Your heart rate still hadn't regulated. You gripped his sleeve, shaking your head. 

“You can't go in there. I think…I think the killer…”

“Whoa, what? The killer? There's no way the killer's in there.” He scoffed, slinging his arm around your shoulders and leading you back inside. Despite your pleas and protests, he continued on. 

“No, Stu, listen! He called! He said Lucas was dead upstairs!” You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, a frown still firmly on his face. 

“Then…we have to make sure, right? He could still be alive.” He took your hand, pulling you along behind him. You felt like you could pass out, each step harder to take than the one before it. 

Once at the top, a look to the left showed nothing. A look to the right…

A mass on the ground, about fifteen feet from where you stood. The lights were off, but you knew the dark pooling around the body and on the walls was blood. You couldn't see the face, but there was no doubt in your mind that it was Lucas.

“Holy shit.” Stu breathed, and you immediately started pulling him back. 

“I told you! We have to go! We have to call the cops!” You yanked on his arm, dragging him back down the stairs with you. Luckily, he followed. “He could still be here!”

“Let's get back to your house and call. In case.” Stu wrapped an arm around you as you both rushed from the house and out onto the street. 

There was no time to take his car, both of you running to your home. Bursting through the front door, you immediately dialed 911, explaining the situation quickly. It was in that moment that they told you they'd send someone as fast as possible, but forces were busy. 

Someone had attacked Sidney Prescott. 

And Billy Loomis was the prime suspect.

You looked to Stu, jaw dropped and eyes wide as you hung up. He was clearly confused by your reaction, and even more confused when you explained the situation. 

How…how could the killer have time to kill Lucas, call you, and attack Sidney?

“Listen, I'm going to go get my car.” Stu speaking snapped you out of your thoughts. All you could do was nod, watching him leave through the front door. 

-------

The next day was rough. They'd released Billy, his alibi airtight, apparently. Sidney was still shaken, and everyone could tell. 

You just come up the stairs, hearing the very uncomfortable exchange between the two as you went. Sidney passed you with an awkward smile. Billy was still standing there when you came around. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted, sounding tired. Billy made you nervous, even without him being arrested as a suspected killer. 

“Oh, hey, Billy.”

“Stu told me what happened. I'm sorry you had to see something like that.” He huffed, shaking his head. 

“Oh, yeah, it was…it was awful.” You shivered just thinking about it. You swallowed hard. “I heard about you…”

“You believe I wouldn't do it, right, Y/N? I love Sid, I could never…” His eyes looked so genuine, like he was really torn up by the idea of people thinking he would hurt her. 

“I know. I…I know you wouldn't.” Actually…you didn't. But you'd like to believe he wouldn't. 

“Good. Good.” He gave you the smallest semblance of a smile before looking around. “Well, we better get to class before we're late, right?”

--------

Honestly, you should've gone straight home, but the thought of being home alone after the night before? No way. What if the killer came for you next?

So, you went to the video store. Randy was a good friend, if not occasionally unbearable. He just really loved movies, and wanted everyone else to appreciate them just as strongly. 

“I don't care what anyone says, Reservoir Dogs is better than Pulp Fiction.” He rattled off a list of reasons, but you weren't really listening. 

“Has anyone disagreed? I mean, it's good to be ready, in case, but my god.” You rolled your eyes, teasing him. Well, partially teasing. 

“Whatever. You probably haven't seen either of them anyway.” He waved a hand at you dismissively. “I mean, you liked Serial Mom for Christ's sake.”

“I said it's entertaining, not that it's good!” You defended. It was certainly a movie to pass the time with. Before either of you could make another point, the door swung open and a loud laugh followed. Stu.

“Don't look now, but the object of your deepest desires has arrived.” Randy teased, rolling his eyes. You flipped him off without hesitation. 

Sooner than you could've anticipated, Randy was out from behind the counter and rolling out into the movies. Jesus. You know your face was red as he came to a stop in front of Stu. He better not say a damn word about you.

Ducking behind another shelf of movies, you pretended to be looking for something else. Your old best friend didn't need to know your crush, and you didn't need to see him when Randy fucking blabbed about it. 

It wasn't long before you saw someone else coming into the store. Someone very specific. 

Billy.

And he was going right for Randy. Randy, who knew nothing better than how to stick his foot in his mouth. Randy, who was positive Billy was the killer. 

You watched as the men suddenly had Randy by the shoulders and shirt collar. Ah god. You maybe let it go on for a scootch longer than a better friend would, but you did end up coming to his aid. 

“As much as I love the homoerotic tension, someone needs Randy's help at the counter.” You smirked as they let him go, and he scurried past you. There really was someone waiting. 

“You think you're funny, eh, Y/L/N?” Stu was grinning as he squinted at you. Shrugging, you shook your head. 

“I know I'm funny, actually.” 

“Hey, you know I'm having a party tonight, right?” Stu stopped you from leaving. You'd heard rumors but hadn't gotten the details from him directly yet.

“I heard.”

“So we'll see you there, right?” Your face flushed and you looked away, scratching your cheek. 

“Eh, I'm not so sure. I'm still kinda-”

“Come on, Y/N. Live a little.” Billy smirked as he chimed in. Interesting. “I'll pick you up.”

“Oh, you don't have to-”

“I'll be by around six.” He didn't leave room for argument.

--------

Partying wasn't really your thing then way it was Stu's. You'd missed many a party he had thrown, and you planned on today being the same. Of course, now that was ruined. 

You barely knew what to wear to something like this. You didn't have party clothes, and nobody needed to see you in anything revealing anyway. Finding a black skirt in your closet, you chose to wear it with a striped green sweater. The skirt wasn't too short, and the sweater wasn't revealing. Good. Perfect. 

Right on time, as well. You'd just finished pulling on your chuck taylor's when a horn honked outside. The clock said it was six o'clock. Of course Billy would be so extremely on time. 

Walking out, you climbed into the front seat, fidgeting with your skirt as you smiled awkwardly. Neither of you said anything as he pulled out of the driveway.

“You look nice.” His voice almost startled you. Had he ever complimented you?

“Oh! Uh, thanks!” You blushed, pushing some hair behind your ear. “I didn't really know what to wear to a party.”

“You chose well. Stu will love it.” Your eyebrows drew together at that. Why? What? There was a smirk on Billy's lips. Ah, fuck. Did Billy know? Were you that obvious? “Yes.”

“What?”

“You're wondering if your crush on Stu is obvious. Not to him.” He shook his head. “But I've seen it for years.”

“Damn…don't…don't say anything.”

“He likes you, too, you know. He's just afraid to say anything. He thinks you like Randy.” He glanced over at you, almost expecting your snort of laughter. 

“Randy?! No way! I mean, not that there's anything wrong with him, but no.” You shook your head, looking out the window. Stu liked you. Oh, man. Fucking…ugh. 

“He won't be with Tatum much longer.” Billy was just full of useful insights. You wanted him to elaborate, but now you were pulling up to the party. Getting out, you smoothed down your skirt. “I'll be in in a minute. I need to think about what to say to Sid.”

“You got it. Thanks for…all of that.” You smiled shyly before turning and walking up to the door.

It was unlocked, of course, so you simply went in. Already, Randy had everyone hostage with some nonsense about the movie that was on. Of course. You went by, waving briefly as popcorn was thrown at him.

In the kitchen, you found some couple making out and another guy just standing there. Creep. Apparently your presence was off-putting, because they all left shortly after you stepped in. Whatever. Like you were the problem there. 

“Hey! You made it!” The loud voice made you jump, and you turned to see Stu coming into the kitchen. He looked unbelievably handsome with that robe on. It wasn't fair. He rounded to the fridge, grabbing two bottles of beer. “Here, better catch up!”

“I don't know about catching up.” You chuckled, taking a sip. You pushed down a grimace. The taste of beer was horrendous, and this must have been a shit brand with how bad it was. “You're probably already four or five deep.”

“That's not that many! Live a little.” He grinned, taking a swig from his own beer. Rolling your eyes, you took a bigger sip. Maybe you should just chug the thing. Get the taste out of the way. “Come on. Randy's giving a seminar.”

“Ugh, it's like school.” You joked but followed him into the living room anyway. Stu sat in the chair as usual, and you sat on the couch with the other drunks.

--------

It was some point during Randy's rules of surviving that you started feeling sick. You'd finished your beer long ago, and hadn't had another. You'd never gotten sick off of one drink before, but you felt nauseous. Stu had just done his bit to get back at Randy when you had to get up and rush to a bathroom. Of course, the downstairs was locked, so you went for the one next to Stu's room.

You were in there for mere moments before you were throwing up. Your brain was fuzzy and vision was blurry. Your head was pounding. A beer did this to you? You threw up one more time before all you could do was dry heave. That did nothing to help the way the world spun around you. 

Cleaning up to the best of your ability, both yourself and the room, you left. You'd lay in Stu's bed. That would make you feel better. A nap. 

Stumbling through the door, you closed it. Staring back at you as you stumbled in was Stu himself, wearing a black…something. You almost fell as you worked your way to his bed. 

“I don't feel s'good.” You whined, landing face first on his bed. You didn't resist when he rolled you onto your side. Frowning, you hated that you were seeing three of him. 

“You should've stayed in the bathroom, doll.” He said it like he knew you'd be sick. You tried to sit up, but he held you down. You picked at his robe, and touched the black gloves he wore on his hands. You saw the white mask at the end of the bed. 

“That's not funny, Stu.” You grumbled, struggling to keep your eyes open. “People are…are dying.”

“Yes they are.” He leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Don't go anywhere unless you want to be one of them.”

Before you could ask what that meant, your vision was finally gone. You simply fell limp, unconscious.

[lucifervchatse]

Eye Contact

This is my first Fic post and im still adjusting to the tumblr Layout. (it’s whooping my ass)

Description: You and ony have been dating for a few months. You’ve been taking anti depressants and your mood has been shot.

wk:: idk..

Warnings? Aggressive behavior, semi-Toxicish, short-Smut. fem!Reader who’s black and autistic. cussing .Eye contact. Hair pulling. Cream pie! small age gap. 4 years~ bad communication. Nigga is used. pet names (I’m adding this shit on as i write) doggy style then upward doggy. Ony a sweetie pie yall.

You hated eye contact. It always makes you uncomfortable. Which is so easy to read with you, once you started playing with your locs it’s obvious when you started to play with your hair and pat your head that you’re uncomfortable.

Yet people still demand you to look you in their eye. Your boyfriend Ony understands to a certain point but he likes looking you in the eye. It shows respect he claims, but even still you refuse to stare him in the eye to long. You would at something behind him or at his neck he especially makes you nervous.

You set comfortable on your boyfriends bed as you waited for his arrival. It’s 10:34 you mumble to your self. luckily you have a spare key card so your able to go in and out as you please in cases like this. You heard the door handle rattling singling you that he’s home.

“Hey babe.” You mumble. You didn’t have a attitude. You never really do but he didn’t know that. “What’s wrong with you?” He ask sitting his bag down behind the door and kicked off his shoes,before sitting next to you on the bed. “Nothing, I’m fine” He turn to look at him then looking back on the phone. “Why are you in the dark?” He grab the tv remote from the nightstand beside the table.

You hate it when he mentions you being in the dark. You didn’t mind. You like it more then the light. The light hurts your eyes making you agitated. “I just prefer it. I don’t like the light.” You moved over, now getting annoyed. He mumble something under his breath. Sadly you didn’t catch it still scrolling through tiktok watching some videos about Theories on a current anime you wanted to catch on.

“You know you need to communicate more.” He look over at you. “I do communicate.” you said still locked in your phone. He snatch your phone from your hand.

“See this the shit I be talking about y/n. You don’t even acknowledge me when I’m talking to you!” He gritted through his teeth. You didn’t even care about what he said you just wanted your phone. You reach over him try to get your phone back but he was taller then you. (Nigga like 6’4 Y/n like 5’6) “Bro give me my phone. I’m not playing with you!”

You yelled at him getting up from the bed. You paced around the small room. “Nah, You ain’t getting this shit until you talk.” You stop mid pace to look at him. “And fix your face.” He add you roll your eyes. “Ain’t shit wrong with me. You on dick for real. Hop off.” You ranted. Ony stared at you with a blank face making it even harder for you to even think.

“This the shit i’m talking about. You get so aggravate when I ask you what’s wrong and you start bitching.” He started he grab you by your hands. “I understand it’s hard for you to talk but you have to learn baby..Look at me.” He place his hand on your chin so you can look him in the eyes. “I said it before nothings wrong. You just assume so much! This is just how I talk to people”

Ony nods. He stared as you as you talk causing a little discomfort and since he’s hold your hands you started to bounce your leg. “I’m fine! I pass my pysch exam today! I’m just a little tired I guess but it’s nothing that can’t be fix.” You stop pouted. You sat next to him on the bed and lay you head on his shoulder.

He kiss your forehead. “It’s okay. I know your not use to it but your in a relationship now. it’s hard to read the emotions on your face. We can help each other.” He pulled you on his lap. Now face to face with him it made you uneasy. The eye contact made you feel uncomfortable you shifted on his lap trying to distract him from looking you in the eye.

“Stop moving on my dick ma, Shit ain’t gonna work.” He slapped your ass warning you to stop moving. You pout. You tugged sweatshirt trying to pull it off.

“the only thing your gonna make it up to me if you riding and yo ass don’t have megan knees let me save you the pain..” Once he said that Suddenly you face up ass down.

You was cold. With the cold air hitting your bake body you became sensitive to his small touches.

You use his large hands to spread your pussy apart giving her small butterfly kisses. “You remember the last time we had sex?” You deepen your arch and shook your head. “It was 2 months ago…”

He flick his tongue along the walls of your pussy. Sucking one lip then moving to the other lip. “Shit so fat.” You buck your hips against his mouth craving for more.

Instead he position himself. His tip just pressing again your pussy.

“Imma fuck your dumbass up.” He pushed himself in feeling your walls tighten around his dick. “Fuucck” You moaned out. “Waittt..To much..” You try to move forward but Ony quickly shut that shit down. He pushed you back on. “Where you going? We just started?” He gritted through his teeth. Changing your guy’s current position.

Your back was press against his chest forcing you to arch as your back was firmly press against him. He gripped your arms to your side thrusting into you aggressively. “Tight.Ass.Pussy..” He groan making sure you take every inch. “Slow down!!!!” You whine Ony use one hand to hold your hands in place and the other one to push down against the bulge he was giving you.

You tits was bouncing with each thrust he gave you. Nipples perk up with pure bliss and excitement. Waiting for your release to come.

The knock in your stomach feels like it’s coming undone. “Baby..F-fuck imma cum! So-Slow down!” You gasped out. Throwing your head back staring at his lips. “Hm? You gonna cum? you know where you got to cum on.” his pace fasten. He want to see you become nothing but a mess.

“Wait- Fuck! Oh my god!! Don’t! Fucking!” You couldn’t even form a word. His on grip your waist was tight. It only took a few more thrust before you knot became undone.

“Oh fucccck!!” You moaned out. Eyes shooting open your legs shaking as you cream on his dick. Ony slowly pull out. “There you go baby.” He laid you gently on the bed,placing multiple kissing on your face.

“My sweet girl. That wasn’t so bad was it?” He laid up beside you. getting the covers to put over y’all.

“We’re on the wrong side of tinge bed I can’t sleep.” You turn to look at him. Ony laughed. “girl if you don’t-“

A/N

PLEASE THIS IS MY FIRST FIC THIS FEELS LIKE WATTPAD ALL IVER AGAIN. I can’t figure out how to get the word count but imma round this shit up to 2k And a big thank you to @shahanaazsoumah ! Thank you for supporting and please give me feedback. Next i’m thinking about writing an Drugdealer!Eren x Fem! college student reader 😄. I’m 18 in college yet I still struggle with grammar and spelling I apologize for that im still working on it in college (They KICKING MY ASS) Thabk you for reading!!

[honeyedmiller]

hi dev! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with joel <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

hi anna. this is so sweet, and i absolutely love the moodboard.

truthfully, i’m feeling very frustrated with everything that’s been going on lately. from the plagiarism, hateful anons, fatphobic asks and racist slurs being targeted at my mutuals and people i consider my friends is just so fucking gross.

i think i can speak for a few people on here when i say this shit has gotten completely out of hand. the bullying in this fandom is unfathomable and disgusting. these anons are always so bold when they have some really mean shit to say and quite frankly, it’s just draining to see, and i’m sure it’s even more exhausting for the people who are actively going through it themselves.

this used to be such a fun space. i love interacting with everyone on here and sharing my writing and other incredible stories on here, but it’s hard to do so when you feel paranoid about random people following you that may plagiarize your stuff or people who keep a watchful eye on you just to spite you and be hateful.

it’s just not fair. i know we all try and say we can’t let people like those anons “win”, but in all truthfulness, it’s just so tiring seeing something every single day on here. my heart hurts for my friends who constantly get hate, get plagiarized, or even have racist slurs thrown at them. it makes me feel really uneasy and i honestly think these anons forget that most of us are here because we all support one proud chilean man.

this is supposed to be a safe space for everyone, and it’s quite honestly the complete opposite.

sorry for the rant, but things have honestly just gotten so out of hand.

i appreciate you checking in though, you’re so so sweet and the fandom really could use a kind heart like you. i’m so happy you’re in this space, anna. much love 🤍

[michctaa]

✩ — Realize.

synopsis — Ever since you were buried, Mark would go talk to your tombstone every day, till it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays.

notes — this is a pt 2 of the first fanfic I made (that I actually posted…) but, hoping you’d enjoy this monstrosity of a comforting but a little angsty fanfic:)

first part here !!

word count — 870

“I’m sorry love, I really tried.”

“I wanted to be better for you, I’m even sorry I had this illness, [ Name ], I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, I didn’t want to visit the funeral. I didn’t want to hurt your family as bad as I hurt you. It has been a few weeks since I haven’t seen you, and dear, I had a few episodes so I decided not to go outside ever since then because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’d kill once again to have you here, taking care of me, loving me like you used to. Anyways love, I’m a few weeks clean from smoking! Can you believe that? Cool right? You couldn’t believe it right? Back then, you used to nag me about smoking, not knowing it really changed the way I acted. I'm sorry for how I acted back then when you tried to stop me, I was too addicted to it. It hurted you more than it hurted me. I really wish that we could talk and I’d tell you all the other thoughts that I had after I had hurt you. Like, when I slapped you really hard because you were worried that I’d be hurt if I went outside, alone to smoke. You were in tears, but I never liked seeing you cry.”

“Hey again love, I made another milestone today, I’m one year clean, woohoo.. But that’s also almost one year without you. I miss you. Alot. I’m sorry I haven't been visiting you lately, I’m rarely available for anything since I have found a job. I'm working as a corporate slave, even if it doesn’t pay as much as I used to earn. Anyways, how are you up there? Does heaven treat you better than the way I did? Are you doing alright? I really wanna know how you’re doing.. Please come back. I wanna see you again. I don’t wanna talk to a tombstone anymore, please come back to me… But, my illness has gotten better, and there is a  possibility for my illness to heal. Y’know I should have listened to ya, I drink my meds often now just like how you used to tell me to drink it yet, my stubborn self declines it..  I hope you’re proud of me. I love you, happy birthday.”

“Hi again, lovey. Happy anniversary to us! Can’t bear not seeing you for another day again, well love… I got promoted to a higher position in the company I work for. I now earn 6 digits in dollars and my illness is getting better day by day and yet, I still ean’t forget you. Come back to me love. My door’s always open, I miss you. I’m currently having trouble sleeping, if only you could sing me a lullaby, I’d sleep like a baby… Haha… If only I could find a way for you to be with me, I’d immediately do so, I’d do all I can just to be with you and feel your touch. I want to lay down in bed with you as we stare into the night sky, whispering sweet nothings into our ears as we both fall asleep in each other’s touch. As your eyes, so mesmerizing fall into mine, touch that’s ever so smoothing, makes me wonder… Why I ever did that to you. Why did I ever say those things if I knew it hurt you, mad intentions, I’ve always thought that, what if I never hurt you? What would we be if I never said or did these things. [ Name ], it wasn’t you, baby it was me. Our relationship wasn’t as good as I expected and interpreted it to be, it’s all my fault. I know you just wanted something to be sought, because lovey, just come back… I want to see you again. I’d even kill myself just to be with you.” 

“Merry Christmas in heaven, lovey. How are you up there? It’s officially your first death anniversary, yay, but not really. I don’t feel like ranting about anything today love, I feel uneasy all of the time. I couldn’t understand why I get this feeling, but I feel less productive doing anything and it’s affecting me. I feel as if I need more help, the medications feel like nothing.. Love, please come back, you know I miss you so bad… I love you so much.. I’ll be there soon, I just know.” 

He was never healthy. You always knew.

He loved you, you always knew. 

He forced himself to stay strong for you, but you… Didn’t know. 

— January 1, 12:15 am 

He comitted suicide, having high hopes that you will be together.

Though he did it with hope, he was never certain... Would you two still be together in the afterlife..?

[yanderes-galore]

Hey girl same anon from earlier. I wanted to come back and ask if we could get some tmnt? Like a basic 2012 raph with prompts 11 + 16 ? Btw I'm so sorry, I forgot to say wb! And I done scrolled through your blog looking for the prompts but of course they were in the pinned post 🤦‍♀️

I put essentially everything in the pinned post, LOL. Anyways, tysm for the Welcome Back! Makes me happy :). Sure, I'll see what I can do with these! Sorry you had to scroll so much ^^;

More sadistic Raphael time. Aged up as usual.

Yandere! Raphael (2012) Prompts 11 + 16

Pairing: Romantic

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Threats, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Extremely toxic behavior, Jealousy, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Threats of injury/death, Slight sadism, Trust issues.

"Do you even know how much you hurt me when you talk to them!?"

You say nothing, letting the aggressive mutant rant. It didn't sound too smart to butt in anyways. Not when he's one of the most violent of his brothers.

"They're just a friend, Raph. I get along with them like you do your brothers."

You're trying to be reasonable, but it doesn't seem Raphael wants to listen to reason. He glares at you with venomous green eyes. His gaze scares you.

"How am I supposed to believe you!? I hate it when others get to talk to you so casually! What if you like them more than me?"

"You know that isn't true, Raph! Please, just listen to me-"

"Do you even know how much I love you?"

He steps forward, staring you down.

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Raph, you're scaring me-"

You had been dating Raphael for months by this point. He was always one to get jealous but you thought with reassurance you could keep it under control. It turns out, even with the kind and loving affections, Raph still hated your friends.

He always got jealous, emotional even when he saw or heard of your friends. While he does enjoy your kisses and hugs, there's always something that nags at him. He can't trust them... he can't trust you with them.

"Scaring you? Oh, baby, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at THEM. Why do they get to spend so much time with you, hm?"

"Come on, Raph...."

"I should be the one that gets the most attention... doesn't that sound right?"

"Of course, you're my boyfriend. I DO give you the most attention, I'm around you all the time."

"Well... Distance yourself from them."

"What?"

"You heard me, (Y/N). I don't like you around them when I'm not around."

"That's too controlling, Raph-"

"Baby..."

He spins out one of his sais from his side, glaring at you. You stare him down, fear settling heavy in your stomach. You know he won't hurt you... right?

You sharply gasp when you feel him lunge at you, cold metal pressing to your back. His eyes don't leave yours. He isn't too keen on hurting you, he just wants to scare you.

After all, he was still only angry at your friend.

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...."

"... You won't hurt me, I know you won't."

"You sure I won't? I can be pretty mean when I don't get my way, baby...."

He pushes you closer to his chest, at this point just holding you.

"I want you all to myself... you can either stop talking to them willingly, or,"

He grins at you, eyes devoid of any sense of rationality.

"I'll get rid of them myself."

He pulls away, rage still burning in him.

"So what is it? You only need me, don't you?"

You look at him with an uneasy gaze before gulping strongly. You look away briefly to escape his harsh looks before answering.

"Okay, Raph. Just for you I'll cut contact with them. Just... don't hurt them."

Raph smiles, kissing your face softly as some sort of praise. You hold your tongue, wanting to cuss him out. Yet you felt it would only get others hurt.

"Good. I knew you loved me."

Raph refuses to let you go, wanting to hold you longer. You just hope Raph keeps his promise...

However, you couldn't get your hopes up.

[manonslayme]

Girl I´m gonna need more details on the relationship with cryptid!elide and manon pretty please

Anon I have been WAITING for someone to ask me about them omg

Okay so all my stuff for Cryptid!Elide is written in a separate post but the short of it is Annieth put some of her power into unborn Elide so now Elide is also technically Annieth’s daughter too and has some small powers and a vibe that freaks people out. Thankfully, that whole vibe is the reason Manon grows interested in her in the first place, plus the witch blood in Elide.

Basically whenever Manon and Elide have any kind of interaction Manon can’t help but notice the whole energy Elide gives out and it intrigues her enough to interact with Elide even more, mostly because Elide is keeping up her scared girl act and Manon doesn’t buy it one bit, especially since she has that whole energy around her

There’s are a few moments where Elide does scare Manon( one of them being wherever she reports back about the witches in the dungeon and when she and Manon talk about if monsters are born or made) but it also only makes Manon even more interested in Elide because it is hard to scare Manon and Manon wants to figure out how Elide works (something Elide doesn’t even really know herself)

When magic comes back is really when their connection starts because, similarly to how Elide reacted on the beach with Maeve when she immediately tried to run to Manon, Elide’s magic/energy reaches for Manon the second it can because, despite everything, Elide sees Manon as something safe

And, for all her talk of keeping her distance and of not caring for Elide, Manon comes running the moment Elide’s magic reaches for her. She feels how similar the magic is to Elide and she somehow, deep within herself, knows that it’s Elide, knows that she needs her and that Elide is desperate and scared and calling out for Manon, of all people

(I always operate under the belief that Manon and Elide are mates, not matter what Sarah says, and this post always solidifies it for me)

Throughout the rest of the books Elide’s magic and very presence calls out to Manon, always lingering around her and marking Manon. Every time one of the fae characters is near Manon they always just sense Elide on Manon, even if they haven’t interacted is a while, like whenever Manon is on the boat after her grandmother injured her

Manon and Elide are always drawn to each other, something in Elide,her whole vibe and just her in general calling to Manon and Elide being drawn to Manon because basically everyone is uneasy and uncomfortable near Elide but Manon?

Manon has always only seen Elide, through all the masks Elide has had to use and all the acts she’s put on and through everything about Elide that pushes people away

Manon sees Elide.

(Anon I’m so sorry I went on a rant they have been rotting my brain)

[yoobikook]

MUST READ BTS FANFICTION SERIES ON TUMBLR

Updates are regular, please see original post

CAROUSEL by @yoonia

Yoongi X Reader

Genre | Angst, Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU, Heirs! AU, CEO!Yoongi, Suspense

Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it

I WON'T STOP YOU by @imsarabum

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

BAD FOR YOU by @yoonia

Jungkook x reader

Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Jungkook, Smut, Angst

Summary | His whole presence emits sin and danger, and you are not supposed to be attracted to him on the first glance.

STRIP by @yoonia

Jimin x reader (spin-off to Bad For You)

Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Jimin, Bartender!reader, Single parent!au, Smut, Angst, Mature theme

Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

THE BIRD CAGE by @untaemedqueen

Jimin X Reader

Genre | Mafia AU, Blood, Guns, Knives, Smut, Smoking (Cigarettes), Excessive Cursing, Drinking, Character death

Summary | Due to debts, the OC falls into servitude and starts working as a maid at Jimin's mansion. Her actions and grace catch Jimin's eyes and he couldn't help but want more of her. The OC is basically a badass and works her way up into the mafia and proves herself worthy. Her interactions with the other members, her attempts to protect her loved ones and keeping the mafia together makes this story a wonderful ride! Also the wonderful display of Jimin's duality as a Mafia leader and a father is the cherry on top. The story is intense, thrilling , romantic and emotional . Highly recommended <3

ALSO READ THE SEQUEL TO TBC AND THE RELATED JUNGKOOK DRABBLE

BOYS LIKE HIM, GIRLS LIKE HER by @hayjeon

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | badboy!jk, jock!au, lots of fluff, slight smut, tiny bit angst

Summary | Bad boys are bad, they said. And they don’t deserve girls like you, they said. But all you wanted to do was give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

YOU SET MY HEART ON FIRE by @hayjeon

Namjoon X Reader

Genre | fireman!namjoon and paramedic!y/n au , drunken sex, oral, etc.

Summary | As a cardio surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during your probation, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the Chief of the SFD is the incredibly attractive, tall, and persistent bachelor that you had the best one night stand with weeks ago, things kind of get heated.

RATTLED by @gukslut

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut

Summary | The story is about how Jungkook ends up with a baby due to his carelessness, his struggles for his daughter, his suffering and how the reader helps him in more than one way & how he falls for the reader. The best single dad au out there, seriously. This will get tears in your eyes .

DEEP SIX by @bratkook

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | smut, light angst, infidelity, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t do this), oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, pussy slapping, choking, spanking, and really sweet loving biker gang jungkook.

Summary | The two part series is about the reader who is the girlfriend of the leader of the rival biker group of deep six, who is fed up of her abusive relationship. Jungkook ,a member of deep six, and the reader fall for each other, and plan a revengeful escapade. Well written and I think the best biker au out there!

PALATE CLEANSER by @btsmakesmehappy

Taehyung X Reader

Genre | Agent!Taehyung x Baker!reader , Angst, Fluff, Smut, FWB, S2L

Summary | Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Part of The Company Series ,which is an amazing work altogether!

ANGEL IN THE DARKNESS by @icyhobi

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Summary | After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

STRAWBERRY KISSES by @kimnjss

Jungkook X Reader (SM AU)

Genre | rapper!jeongguk x photographer!reader ; smut, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst

Summary | an online dating app pairs him with the perfect girl. the two quickly start falling for each other and when things are getting good, he finds out she’s his best friend’s little sister.

This one's my fav, but read any work by @kimnjss and you'll fall in love with her writing. All of them are so amazing 😍. I have probably read all of them,

BROWN EYED BABY by @jeonstudios

Jungkook X Reader (two shot)

Genre | single dad!jk x reader, exes to friends to lovers, smut, angst, fluff.

Summary | a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

This will make you feel so warm.

KINDA HOT by @kimnjss

Taehyung X Reader [SM AU]

Genre | campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader ; best friends to lovers. college au. smut, fluff and the tiniest dash of angst.

Summary | you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

I'm not sure if I can ever stop ranting about Kez's SMAUs but this one is out of this world...Tae and the reader figure out their feelings quite early, but the edging is 🥴...and I really like it when every member has a significant other, it just feels so warm...in short, please give this a shot!

MAFIA AU (COLLECTION) by @neonlights92

Individual member fanfics

Genre | Mafia AU, smut

Summary | This is the story of seven men. Seven dangerous men. These are the stories of how they fell in love.

The stories are so indulging and probably the best BTS Mafia Universe on Tumblr !

GREEDY by @xjoonchildx

Yoongi X Reader

Genre | Mafia AU, smut

Summary | being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now. until you.

This entire rapline trilogy is just...*chef's kiss*...but greedy is *double chef's kiss*😂.If you too love Mafia AUs like me, this one is a must read! My favourite part was the initial meetings of y/n and Yoongi and Yoongi's multiple fake identities. The story starts on such an interesting note that it's hard to stop reading 😉

TEASE by @adonis-koo

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | Strip club , gang involvement, angst, fluff, smut

Summary | You came in hopes of your best friend becoming a stripper- becoming one yourself was never a part of the plan

The story is so indulging. Tease jungkook will haunt your mind for days. The smut was also super hot!

INEVITABLE by @ahundredtimesover

Jungkook X Reader

Genre | exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK ; angst, fluff, smut

Summary | You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

ATHLETE DAD JK . yep thats the review . just go read it , the prettiest piece of writing on tumblr T-T

[shysneeze]

i’m in love with you (george weasley x fem!reader)

I’m in Love With You 

Post War George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Request:  Okay idk if you’d be up to it but I’m currently obsessed w the song Please Notice by Christian Leave and so I was thinking a George weasley x reader fic inspired by/based off of/same kinda vibe imagine. Do you understand that lol I feel like I said it in a confusing way, crossing my fingers that you’re pickin up what I’m putting down. Lol ily bye. ~ anon

Warning: angsty (but fluff I promise this time), self-doubt etc...

Authors note: this is a cliché, but it’s one you can pry from my cold dead hands

.

George has never been a huge fan of silence, it’s not something he’s ever been used to, growing up in a house full of the constant noise of familial ruckus, and so weekends without Fred such as this are something that’s always made him feel ever so slightly uneasy, listening only to the repetitive patter of rain on the windows and static whirring of a record he’s gotten too distracted to flip spinning idly in the corner.

The creak of his bedroom door opening is a welcome sound, followed by the gentle shuffle of light footsteps along the corridor before she appears before him, a much healthier and warmer version of herself, nothing like the teary-eyed (Y/N) (Y/L/N) he pulled from his doorstep and out of the rain only ten minutes previous.

“Hey.” She gives a sheepish wave.  

Years as best friends should prepare him for the sight of her in his clothes, borrowed jumpers and stolen socks such a pivotal part of their friendship back in Hogwarts that he shouldn’t be startled by how gorgeous she looks in them, but he always  is.

“Hey.” He manages a kind smile. “Any warmer?”

The subtle drop of her gaze to the floor warns him that she’s about to tell him a white-lie and his eyes cling to the way her hands still tremble with the cold. Then, just as he’s predicted, she gives him an unconvincing ‘yep’.

It wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go, he’d already surrender himself to an evening spent on the couch listening to his favourite songs when there was a knock on his door. The time and weather instantly led him to the assumption of bad news, and for all the outlandish theories and anxious assumptions he concocted on his way to the door, none involved his rain-soaked best friend shivering on his door step.

A sputtered apology was all she managed before he pulled her into his flat in a protective panic, fetching her a towel instantly and setting out a change of clothes with no request of an explanation for her visit, promising himself only to ask once he’s sure she doesn’t have hypothermia.

He’s still not one hundred percent on that part, giving her a knowing look as he crosses the space between them to push a cup of warm tea between her frozen fingers. Her shoulders slump in relief at the heat finding her hands, giving him a sheepish, but grateful smile.

“Now I’m warmer.” She assures honestly. “Thank you, Georgie.”

“Figured that might help.” He smiles gently. “Livingroom?”

She nods, mimicking his steps subconsciously as he follows him to from the kitchen to the sofa in the living room, pulling her knees up to her chest and cradling the mug on top of them as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the worn sofa with his legs stretched out across the cushions

She twiddles with the handle of her mug atop her knees, deep in thought as the room falls into silence. Silence with her is the only type George has ever found comforting, the reminder of afternoons spent in the Gryffindor common room, listening only the sound her flipping pages of her book and the crackling of the fire.

“Fred’s out?”

“A ‘couples weekend away’.” George nods. “Him and Angelina are somewhere up north for the anniversary of the first time they ate ice cream together or something daft like that.”

She chuckles softly, her smile summoning one similar to George’s lips. There is always a certain amount of pride in cheering her up, he’s realised, in bringing a smile to cheeks moments ago stained by tears.

“I’m happy for them though.” She adds softly, a sombre sound to her voice that has him on edge. “They’re a cute couple.”

“Insufferable at times.” George says. “But yes, cute.”

She exhales a quiet sigh, dropping her head tiredly to the cushion beside.

“I got stood up… again.”

He drops his shoulder in a display of sympathy, pushing down the initial aggressive protectiveness that dares him to ask for the name and address of the person stupid enough to ever hurt her. It’s clear from the forlorn look in her eyes that she needs someone to listen to her, not to avenge her.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He says. “Whoever they were, they were an idiot.”

“Thanks, Georgie.” She says softly. “I just really needed a friend tonight so thank you.”

He tries to ignore how the word stings, ‘friend’. It’s a sting he’s been trying to ignore for years, it should be second nature by now, but it still stirs that feeling he hates, the one that makes him feel ungrateful, because being her friend should be enough.

He hates that it never has been.

It was what he assumed was a harmless crush at first, back at Hogwarts, one he was sure he would grow out of, no matter how many times Fred tried to tell him otherwise. Much to his dismay, Fred was right, and every year it got harder and harder to ignore, even after school.

By now, the word ‘crush’ doesn’t seem to cut it, too childish to possibly explain the irresistible torture that is his love for (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He’s not sure there is a word to describe such a feeling, the way it fills his heart with warmth but aches at the same time, an ache he’d happily experience forever just to be near her.

Now he pushes that sting deep down where he can barely notice it in order to deal with the issue at hand, the girl sat across from him with sad eyes and fallen smile.

“You can rant to me.” He assures. “I don’t mind.”

She takes a moment to give in to his offer encouraged by the sincerity in his warm brown eyes from across the sofa and the nudge to her feet from his. Biting her lip nervously and with a deep breath, she begins to explain.

“I’m not saying he was the love of my life or anything.” She disclaims. “It was only our second date, but it still hurt when he just... didn’t show up.”

“I can imagine.”

“I was just sat in that restaurant staring at the door waiting for this guy I knew deep down wasn’t going to show.” She explains. “He could have just called; told me he wasn’t interested, and it would have been less embarrassing.”

“Guys are idiots, Love.” George says. “Take it from a professional.”

She rolls her eyes lightly at the comment, ready to scold his self-deprecation when she seems to lose the momentum as quickly as she found it, instead sinking further back against the arm of the sofa with a huffed out breath.

“Is there something about me that people think doesn’t deserve an explanation?” Her voice wobbles. “Aren’t I worth that much?”

His heart breaks into what he’s sure are thousands of little pieces, his breath catching in his throat at the tears that spring to her eyes. He pulls his legs back and shuffles towards her end of the sofa as she hides her face behind her knees.

Gentle tugging the tea from her fingers, he places it on the coffee table before pushing her knees down, guiding her legs across his lap, squeezing her knee to urge her to look up and meet his eyes. She sniffles softly as she lifts her head, gulping at the softness in his warm brown eyes.

“You are worth so much more.” He explains. “I’m so sorry they made you feel like you weren’t.”

“I guess I just feel… unlovable.” She confesses.

Frustration forces itself out of his lungs in a long sigh, startling her slightly. It almost hurts to listen to her talk about herself, ‘unlovable’, as if he isn’t sat in front of her, undoubtedly in love with her. It’s not the first time he’s wished she would notice, where life would be so much easier if she could just look at him and see instantly how in love with her he is.

If only she could see how he blushes when he makes her laugh, how even in crowded rooms, he has only eyes for her and how, sometimes, despite his best efforts, he can’t help but fumble over his words when she talks to him.

“You’re not.” He shakes his head slowly. “Trust me.”

It’s a miniscule confession, one he doubts she’s going to pick up on until he can see something flicker across her eyes, realisation perhaps. It fades as quickly as it appeared, as though in only a millisecond she considered and dismissed the notion.

However, George has taken the first steps down a dangerous path, there is no going back no matter how fast the beating of his nervous heart.

“You’re the amazing, (Y/N).” He continues. “I hate that other people can’t see that, but I do.”

“George-“

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).”

“George please…” She exhales shakily, desperately. “Please don’t tell me this if you don’t mean it, if you’re just trying to cheer me up- please, George.”

“I do mean it, (Y/N).” He assures frantically. “Merlin, (Y/N), I love everything about you, the way you sing under your breath when you think no one’s listening, how you mimic the facial expressions of the characters in books without even noticing you’re doing it, how you get the hiccups when you laugh too much- blood hell, (Y/N), you’re laugh is the most gorgeous sound in the world.”

He’s in love with every single one of her quirks and habits; the lucky penny she’s taken to every single one of his quidditch matches, the pressed flowers she uses as bookmarks, and her pockets that are always full of plasters and healing cream… He could get carried away with listing them all, he has to restrain himself from doing so, bringing himself back with a sigh.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He repeats in confirmation. “And I can’t stand to hear you doubt yourself over and over because of some idiots who don’t know how lucky they are to even be considered by you.”

The tears that trickle down her cheeks fill him instantly with panic, sure he’s ruined it all as she wipes frantically at her eyes. The room fills with silence again, though George can only hear the thumping of his own heart in his ears, drowning out the rain and the record still spinning pointlessly in the corner of the room.

He’s done exactly what he was afraid of; he’s let his feeling pull apart the friendship that should have been enough for him. This hurts more than the ache of loving her ever has, the wretched torture of rejection.

“I shouldn’t-“ He mumbles. “I shouldn’t have done that-“

“Do you know how often I have imagined you saying those words to me?”

Her voice is cracked, much how it was when he first opened the door to her this evening, with disbelieving edge to her voice. The pain in his chest untwists itself slowly, replaying the words over and over in his head, until he’s sure he’s imagined it.

“What?”

“I love you, George.” She confesses. “Every disastrous date I’ve ever been on has been in an attempt to pretend I don’t. but I do, I really do.”

“You love me?”

The words feel foreign in his mind, he’s never allowed himself to imagine it before, that she could ever possibly love him back. Yet here she is, sat on his couch and wearing his clothes, tell him that she does.

“Yes, George.” She gasps incredulously. “I do, and only in my daydreams have you ever loved me back.”

Warmth fills him slowly, then rushes in all at once as the words finally sink in and he’s able to convince himself he isn’t stuck in some daydream of his own. His grin spreads slowly up his cheeks, contagious as it is soon mimicked on her own teary cheeks.

“You love me.”

“Yes.” She lets out a breathy laugh.

“Bloody hell.”

Her head tips back in a hysterical burst of laughter.

“You can’t just say ‘Bloody hell’ after I’ve confessed my undying love!”

“You cried when I confessed mine!” He retorts, chest vibrating with a laugh of his own. “This is surreal.”

Laughter fading to a grin, she looks at him with a new found light, a twinkle he’s very quickly added to the never ending list of thing he loves about her.

“I can’t believe you love me.” She says softly.

He does something he’s only ever dreamt of before, reaching out with one hand and cupping her cheek, grazing his thumb gently over the map of stains from what he knows now, were happy tears. He can feel her skin warm beneath his touch and tries his best not to smirk, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“This can’t be real.” He whispers.

“I know.” She smiles softly in agreement. “It’s all too perfect.”

“Is it immoral for me to kiss you after you’ve just been stood up?”

She snorts quietly at the question, shaking her head in reassurance and curling her finger around a handful of his jumper, pulling him closer.

“I think I was meant to be stood up.” She admits. “As cliché as it might sound, it led me here.”

“You’re right.” He mumbles, lips inches from hers. “That is very soppy.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

He’s tugged into her lips in less than a second. It’s better than he’s ever allowed himself to imagine during those lonely evenings spent staring at his ceiling, it’s everything to him. She moves her lips with his eagerly, as if she would be happy to the spend the rest of her life with him in this moment.

She’s perfect, it’s a fact he’s known since they were seventeen, but never has it been more true than this moment, tangled together in a kiss they’ve both been longing for in secret for far too long. All this time he’s not been the only one with what felt like an unattainable crush, no the only one suffering the ache of a heart in love.

“You’re amazing.” He exhales against her lips, eliciting one of those gorgeous laughs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Georgie.”

“I’d listen to you say that all day.”

“Who’s the soppy one now?”

“Hm, just don’t tell Fred.”

 .

authors note; v v rushed, if i didnt put it out though, I would spend all week on it and I have a mountain of uni work to do so meh, also drinking game: drink every time unless ur underage pls they confess their love... can you tell i’m super impressed by myself this time?

[luvlyuno]

alone (m)

What happens when your crush offers to let you stay a few nights but plans take a turn?

Pairing: Huening Kai & Female OC

[ft. TXT Soobin & Yeonjun, NCT Na Jaemin, ITZY Lia & Yuna]

Genre: Suspense, Little Angst, Ballet AU

Warning: Sexual Assualt, Rape, Arguing, Trust issues, Suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

Note: first post~

-------------

“And 1. And 2” The girl leaped from point one to point two. Feeling the melody of the classical song. Her dance partner lifted her body off the ground, bringing her to a full 360 degree. “Great job Sujin. Impressive like always” The instructor complimented as the team finished practice. Sujin’s face turned into a light shade of pink, quickly thanking her instructor before scurrying to her bag to pack everything up.

“Hey Sujin, Miss Park wants to speak to you in her office.” Lia, a fellow member of the ballet academy said. The girl put her phone down walking over to the office surrounded by windows. “Miss Park, you called me?” Miss Park stood up from her desk with an envelope in her hand. “Look what I found in the mail.” The elder woman handed the thick envelope to Sujin. “It’s from Saebom School of Arts.” She commented. A layer of moisture grew on Sujin’s hands. Her hands started shaking as well. “Open it when you get home.” Miss Park lightly patted the girl on the shoulder as she walked outside back into the studio.

“Why did Miss Park call you in?” Yuna, another teammate and friend of Sujin asked. “She gave me this envelope from Saebom.” Yuna’s mouth was in an ‘o’ shape. “Well, I got to go. Someone was calling you by the way. Don’t forget to text me!” Her friend yelled running out of the door of the studio. Sujin giggled a bit, walking off to her slightly open duffle bag. The girl knelt, picking up her phone from her bag. A notification from the boy that she’s head over heels flashed on the screen. “Kai Jung.” She said under her breath. The two lovers met over summer dance camp. Kai was from a different ballet studio a couple of hours away from Sujin’s. They met by being paired up for a boy and girl dance duet at camp. Later growing mutual feelings for each other. She unlocked her phone immediately by pressing on the messaging app. Sujin typed away on her phone telling Kai that she will call him when she got home from the studio. Before leaving Sujin waved goodbye to her ballet instructor and went off to catch the next bus.

“Next Stop: District 9” Sujin got up from her seat walking out of the bus. She watched as the stores along the sidewalk turned on their neon lines. Shining through the darkness of Seoul. Sujin sighed heavily as a quick shiver ran down her back. Sooner than she thought, Sujin was already home ready for dinner. “Sujin’s home!” The girl’s older brother, Jaemin said, sliding through the hallway of their house. Sujin smiled as she took her shoes off. “Mom!” She yelled from the Mudroom. “Miss Park gave me this envelope from Saebom.” She made her way to the kitchen. “She told me to open it at home.” Mrs. Na hummed in response while stirring the soup for dinner. Sujin slowly opened the thick envelope, taking the piece of paper out.

“Oh my god.” She gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. “I got in! OMG, I GOT IN JAEMIN!” She squealed like a pig. The girl jumped in excitement, her once low bun undoing.” Jaemin hugged his sister. “Congrats sis! You got into your dream school! She nodded, smiling from ear to ear. Sujin turned to look at her Mom who had no emotion written on her face. Sujin’s smile dropped to a confused look. “Mom? What’s wrong” Her Mother looked up. “Isn’t this too much? Ballet is a hobby, not a career.” Mrs. Na questioned. “Mom, Sujin has plans ready for herself. She planned to be a professional ballerina and have a side business like what she has now.” Jaemin stuck up for his little sister. Sujin was on the verge of tears from all the arguing. “And!? What is that gonna help her in the future? I TOLD YOU TO BECOME A LAWYER-'' Mrs. Na was cut off. “BEING A LAWYER WAS YOUR DREAM NOT MINE! I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO BECOME IN THE FUTURE NOT YOU!”

Sujin then stormed off to her bedroom. Tears streaming down her face. Jaemin’s eyes following hers. “Wow, Mom. The time when you’re supposed to be a ‘supportive mother figure’ has gone to waste.” Jaemin ran after Sujin leaving their Mother dumbfounded. Sujin sat on her bed as she cried rivers. A sudden knock was heard. She didn’t feel like opening it, so she ignored the knocking. “Sujin it’s me Jaemin. Can I come in?” She stayed silent. “I’ll just take that as a yes.” Jaemin walked in taking a seat next to her.

“Why can’t Mom just understand that this is what I want for me in the future? What did I do for her to act like this? I don’t want to be under the same roof as her right now” Sujin complained as tears spilled out more. Jaemin sighed. “I honestly don’t know how to respond to this but I support you. Dad would support you too.” He smiled trying to brighten the mood. Sujin’s lips curled a little making Jaemin feel a little satisfied. “I’ll give you some alone time. I know you’ll probably trap yourself in here till she apologies, so text or call me if you need anything.” Then he left, leaving Sujin giggling a bit. Her phone started ringing all of a sudden.

Her phone lit up with the contact name Kai <3 on it. “Hello? Kai?” Her voice was raspy from all the crying. “Hi, Sujin! A-are you okay? You sound sick.” Sujin softly giggled at how Kai was worried for her. “I just got into an argument with my Mom. I don’t want to be here right now.” She pouted. “Wanna stay the weekend at my Grandma’s house with me? She lives near you. Same town.” Kai offered. He was planning to surprise her but plans took a turn. “Oh please, you’re a lifesaver Kai!” She smiled through the phone. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Around 4 pm.” Kai happily said. The two eventually hung up. Sujin laid down bored out of her mind. Until Jaemin barged into her room.

“Well, dinner was super awkward. Mom was just ranting to Dad the whole time but bro was like I support her.” Sujin puffed out a little chuckle. “Did you just call Dad bro?” Jaemin just shrugged then left her room. The next morning everything was so strange to Sujin. Maybe it was the fact that her Mom didn’t open her windows while she was sleeping. Or that breakfast wasn’t pre-made for Jaemin and her. Sujin rose packing her bags getting ready to stay at Kai’s Grandma’s house for a few days. She has informed Jaemin that she was going to sleep over at her friend Yuna’s place for a couple of days. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Kai texted.

“I won’t be able to pick you up. I hate to help my Grandma cook, so my cousins Soobin and Yeonjun will pick you if that’s okay?” Sujin replied with a quick okay then continued her packing. It was a little over 4 pm when Kai’s cousins Yeonjun and Soobin arrived to pick her up. “How did you and Kai meet? He’s never really had a girlfriend.” Yeonjun commented. Sujin was shocked at the assumption of the two dancers dating. “Oh u-um, we’re not dating. We’re just friends nothing more.” She blushed at the thought. “Hmm.” Soobin replied. The drive there was quite longer than she thought. That’s until Soobin offered to give her something.

“Hey Sujin, we just came from the store before picking up. Want some of these candies we bought?” It would be rude to decline so Sujin agreed. After a few sour gummies, she started to feel dizzy. Then everything went black. Sujin woke up in an unfamiliar room with a locked door and a glued shut window. What in the world happened? Dark thoughts polluted her brain.

“Oh! You’re awake.” In came Soobin but no sight of Yeonjun. “Where’s Kai? Are we here already?” She cluelessly asked not even noticing the object in the male’s hand. Soobin got closer to Sujin, inches away from her face. She was caught off guard. His eyes piercing through her soul. “G-get away from me!” She stuttered pushing him away. A smirk grew on his face. “I’m not gonna do anything to you.” She raised an eyebrow feeling the uneasy energy in the room. “How am I supposed to trust you?” Sujin slowly walked backward. Soobin follows as she moves. “I promise.” Soobin injected her with some type of liquid in her right arm in just a blink of an eye. To Sujin the room started spinning. She felt weak but a sudden burst of unusual energy burst. Soobin’s lip curled as he watched transform into a different state of mind.

“Yeonjun come in here.” The pink-haired boy Yeonjun walked into the room, eyes widening at the scene. Sujin wasn’t acting normal. “C’mon you go first.” Soobin pushed Yeonjun closer to Sujin who was laying on the white mattress. “This is wrong I’m opting out dude.” Soobin chuckled at the scared Yeonjun. “Oh is little Yeonjun scared to do something very bad to this little girl?” Soobin laughed again pushing Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Do it or I’m telling the student body that you’re selling you know what. And that would for sure get you expelled from going to your dream school.” The boy walked closer to Yeonjun who was awfully terrified. Just the threat alone could make Yeonjun do it with hesitation. He knew it was bad but still did what he was told. “Thanks for starting now, let me finish her.”

Soobin said without any emotions. Yeonjun stepped aside as he watched the screaming girl whine and cry. It was so hard for him not to call for help. Yes, he felt guilty for Sujin but reputation goes first in this cruel world. Sujin screamed and screamed for help. The immense pain Sujin didn’t sign up for was never-ending. As much as she tried to fight back or force Soobin to stop he would either reply by slapping her or making the pain worse. “Please Stop.” She whispered weakly. Sujin laid there lifeless.

“Hurry and get back in the car.” Soobin groaned leaving the room. Sujin wept to realize what just happened. She never thought that her first would be a crime. She hurriedly put on her clothes and walked out of the mysterious house. Soobin saw as she sulked all the way out of the house. He didn’t have the patience for this so he picked her up shoving her into the car. The night ride to nowhere was quiet. Besides the silent sobs and choked-up breathing that was coming from Sujin, there wasn’t a single word spoken.

“Get out.” The car came to a stop. Sujin looked up making eye contact with Soobin through the rearview mirror. “I said GET. OUT.” He repeated through his teeth. “Y-you were supposed to bring me to Kai..” She dragged her words. Soobin huffed. “I said get out!” He repeated once again annoyed. His sudden shout made Yeonjun and Sujin flinch. Sujin got out of the car grabbing her belongings. Just as she closes the door, Sujin gets a quick glance at Yeonjun. His facial expression filled with guilt. Seconds later the car left faster than light. Sujin stood there feeling the moonlight shine on her. She was left in the middle of a highway in Seoul. Sujin felt so dirty and disappointed in herself. All the times she tried to stop a car to get home they would just give her a dirty look.

“I could’ve stopped him.” She thought. Just within two days, her life went downhill. She quickly took out her phone typing a quick “I love you, Jaemin.” to her brother. “Doesn’t that bright light seem interesting?” Sujin asked herself. She stepped off the sidewalk. Her feet leading straight to her fate. The sound of honking did not faze her. The bright lights didn’t even make her squint. Sujin Na just kept walking to the middle of the road. Till she wanted to stop.

BREAKING NEWS: 18 YEAR OLD SUJIN NA REPORTED DEAD AT HWY NEO127. CT SCANS FOUND SHE WAS BRUTALLY RAPED BEFORE HER DEATH. CCTV SPOTTED THE TWO PERPETRATORS, SOOBIN CHOI AND YEONJUN CHOI. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE ANNOUNCED...

Jaemin’s shaky eyes rewind again and again. It’s been two years since her suicide. Her soul still lingers on Highway Neo 127.

Sujin Na.

[speechlessxx]

Newfound Family (Chris Evans x Reader)

REQUEST: Could you write a chris evans x reader where the reader has a really bad relationship with her family and never talks to them so she doesnt understand the closeness between chris and his mom and shes just kinda weirded out (angst and then fluff) from @rororo06​

Hope you enjoy <3

Warning: bad family relationship, language (but not really lol), bad writing

Word Count: 1.9k (I got carried away with this)

Feedback is appreciated!

Chris didn’t have to be a genius to know that you were nervous. From the way your thumbs fiddled against one another to the way your leg anxiously bounced as you sat in the passenger seat. It was obvious. 

“You alright?” He asked, glancing over to you as he drove. You let out a hum in response. He chuckled, reaching over and taking your closest hand in his, raising it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, a small smile on his face. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s just my family.”

“Just your family?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. “Chris, I think your grip on reality is a little loose.”

“Don’t be scared to meet them,” Chris shook his head, the grin on his face got wider. “They’ll love you.”

“And if they don’t?” 

“Guess you’re walking home, then.” You scoffed at his response, pulling your hand from his. “I’m kidding!”

“I’m not.”

“They’ll love you,” he reassured as he took your hand back. 

You frowned, losing yourself in your own head. You thought back to your family. You’ve been estranged for so long. You don’t even remember the last time you spoke to your parents. The last interaction you had with a blood relative was a small “happy birthday” comment on your sibling’s Instagram post a year ago. They didn’t even bother to respond.

Your upbringing wasn’t like how it was in the movies. Your parents weren’t the kindest people. You were pushed to be the best, so that they could flaunt your successes as their own. However, that didn’t save you from the mishaps. 

If you were one point off from a perfect score, you were sent to your room without dinner. If you defended yourself, you were whooped and called disrespectful. If you spoke in a way that they didn’t appreciate, you were locked outside the house. 

You spent years trying to make yourself their perfect child, but they always found a flaw. 

They wanted you to become a doctor. They talked highly of you when you received your acceptance letter to Stanford University. They were willing to pay the expensive tuition just so they can brag about you to their snobby friends. 

However, you got accepted to your dream school for your passion. It was what you wanted to do. You were even gifted scholarship though it didn’t cover all the expenses. 

Ultimately, you decided to do something for yourself for once - to make yourself happy. But that meant your parents cut you off completely. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear Chris say, “after this, I should meet your family.” You nearly choked. 

“Um, I’ll have to see when my parents are free,” you muttered as you watched him pull into the family home. 

“Just let me know. I’ll clear my schedule,” Chris smiled as he withdrew the key from the door. He quickly jogged over to your side of the car to open your door. You quietly thanked him as you both walked towards the front door. 

Without even pressing the doorbell, the door swung open to reveal his mother. She had a big smile on her face as she engulfed her son in a hug. 

“It’s been too long!” She said letting him go. His mom put her hands on his cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “Sweetheart, I forget that you’re so handsome!” 

“Mom!” Chris blushed as he playfully swatted her hands away. When he finally got her to get off of him, a hand found its way around your waist. He pulled you towards his mom with a smile. “Ma, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.” 

“Hello, (Y/N)!” His mom beamed, immediately wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a hug much like the one she just gave her son. 

You let out an awkward laugh as you patted her back. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re even more gorgeous in person!” She complimented. You blushed, muttering a thank you. “Come inside! C’mon, don’t be shy.” 

You let out a shaky breath as she slung her arm over your shoulder, bringing you into the house with Chris at tow. You felt your body tense up at the touch and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend who walked behind you.  She showed you both into the living room where children played while women, Chris’s sisters you assumed, were talking on the sofas. 

“You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Evans,” you forced a smile though the compliment was genuine. 

“Mrs. Evans... please, call me Lisa.” Mrs. Evans - Lisa shook her head as she finally let you go. “Shanna, Carly, this is (Y/N), Chris’s girlfriend.” The two sisters smiled and greeted you as Lisa exited to the kitchen.

Chris’s hands snaked around your waist again. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “hey, you okay?” You nodded. He didn’t believe you but didn’t want to push you past your comfort zone. So instead, he switched the topic. “Scott, here?” 

Shanna was the one who answered. “You know him, he likes to make an entrance.” Carly and Chris laughed. Chris released you and led the both of you to sit on the sofas. The three siblings immediately began to converse.

Laughter filled the living room as jokes were thrown around. The children were very sweet, running up to Chris and you asking to be held by your boyfriend. 

After around 20 minutes or so, the front door swung open to reveal another man. “The favorite has arrived!” He shouted with his arms open as the children screamed in delight, running over to their other uncle. 

“More like the least favorite one has arrived late,” Chris jokingly said, pouting as the little one in his lap jumped off to join his cousins and uncle.

“Heard that!” Scott called out.

“You were supposed to!” Chris quipped in response. The Evans siblings all began to laugh at the exchange.

Chris’s family was so close with one another. Their interactions were foreign to you. 

A room full of laughter would’ve been a room full of tension if it were your family. The sarcastic but playful jabs at each other would’ve resulted in consequences that normally came with a belt. A normal (L/N) get together would’ve been a competition as to who had the best life - who was the most successful child. The hugging, the compliments, even the smiles that the Evans threw your way made you uneasy. 

“Excuse me,” you muttered to Chris, squeezing his bicep before finding your way into an empty hallway. You took deep breathes as you tried to calm yourself, leaning against the wall.

In a way, you were hurt. This is what a family was really like. It wasn’t the need to be the best. It wasn’t being in a constant state of fear. It wasn’t suffocating in the tension at the dining table. It was happy. 

“Hey, you okay?” You heard Chris ask as he walked up to you. You looked up at him with watery eyes, shaking your head. He engulfed you in a big hug, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s stupid,” you rolled your eyes at yourself as you put your head on his shoulder.

“If it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid. Was it my mom? When she hugged you? I’m sorry... She’s just a very friendly person.” He rambled but you shook your head, pulling away from him. “Then what is it?”

“Your family is perfect,” you sighed. 

“We’re nowhere near perfect,” Chris scoffed. “But we’re happy.”

“Exactly,” you said. “You guys are happy. You all live near each other because you want to live near each other. You all crack jokes and laugh... and you hug each other?” You chuckled at yourself, realizing how stupid you sounded. 

“That’s just a family, babe.”

“My family isn’t like that,” you admitted. “Everyone’s vicious. They’ll find something you aren’t good at even if you make sure you’re the best at everything. They’ll pick at your insecurities just because they can. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mom laugh or had my siblings in the same room before an argument erupted.” You gestured towards the living room as loud laughter followed after a joke Scott made. “My family doesn’t do that.” 

You told him about your childhood. You explained your punishments when you did something your parents deemed was “wrong”. You told him about when you finally stood up for yourself, you were cut off completely. You struggled to pay your student debt, but you managed it because you wanted to prove your parents wrong. 

You unloaded your familial baggage on your boyfriend and he listened. He always listened and gave you his undivided attention, a trait the members of your family didn’t have.

Chris exhaled through his nostrils, his brows furrowed, as he realized the reason why you didn’t talk about your siblings as much as he did. He recalled all the moments were you dodged questions about your parents. He even remembered a time when a friend of his complimented you about your success in your career and you were started by it. 

“Then screw them.” Chris responded after your rant. You frowned at him. “If they don’t want to be in your life, then screw them. You’re right. That’s not a family... But baby,” he smiled, pulling you into him, “what’s mine is yours. My family most definitely can be yours, too. I love you.” 

You gave him a soft smile, standing on your tip toes to peck him on the lips. “I love you, too.” 

“Now, c’mon, and spend some time with our family.” You smiled at his words, taking his hand as he lead you back into the living room. 

You quickly adjusted as you pushed your tainted family memories to the back of your head, allowing yourself to make new ones with Chris’s family. You got along well with his siblings and soon joined in on the Chris teasing. You even played with his nephews and nieces, who were convinced you were a Disney princess. 

His mother showed you Chris’s baby photos and the two of you gushed over how adorable he was. “What happened?” you joked with your boyfriend. He only responded by sticking his tongue out at you like a child. Even his dad was fond of you by the end of the visit. 

-=+=-

You smiled at the memories you made as you finished up getting ready for bed. Chris was sitting at the foot of your shared bed and you walked over to him, taking a seat. You gave your boyfriend a kiss and a tight hug. “Thank you for today,” you smiled. 

“I told you they’d love you,” Chris laughed with his arms around you tightly. “Not as much as I love you, though.” 

“Dork,” you laughed, lightly smacking his chest before you got into bed. 

“I’m gonna go put water in Dodger’s bowl. You need anything?” Chris asked. You shook your head as you fluffed your pillow. 

Chris closed the bedroom door, running over to his coat that he hung over his desk chair. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the black velvet box was still tucked in the pocket. 

“She’s the one?” His mom asked him as you were saying your goodbyes to his nieces, who were sad that the ‘Disney princess’ was leaving. 

A big, goofy smile found its way onto Chris’s face as he nodded. “Oh, yeah, most definitely.”

“Where’s the ring?” His dad asked. Chris fumbled in pocket for the box before showing it to his parents discreetly. “Excellent choice.”

“I know it might seem early,” Chris began. “We’ve been together for a year and a couple months now, but ... I just know.” 

“Then go for it,” his mom encouraged. “She’ll be a great addition to the family.” 

Chris beamed as he slid the box back into his pocket. “I know.” 

[catzula]

Confessions.

A\N: is this self-indulgent? Yes, yes it is. And did I cry writing this? Positive. Okay, the thing is, this is something I've been wanting to publish for so long, but I didn't have the courage to do so. But recently, I told someone about the whole ordeal and the reaction I got was so different than I expected, so I thought why not write this? Even if one person sees it and relates, or maybe even encourages them to talk to anyone about it, (even if you don't have anybody please I beg you come to me I'll always listen to anything you want to say), I would be so happy. Please don't think this is because I'm trying to get sympathy points, it's not. I don't want anything like that, just to actually help anyone who was in my situation. This fic (rant more like it) isn't fully based on my situation, mine is different, but I didn't feel comfortable talking about that, oh and this isn't edited, I didn't really want to read it over and over again so idk. So, anyway, I'll be posting one of the requests today too, it's fluff yay and my first aizawa attempt, so... Yeah. A/n is longer than the fic itself, seems like it.

Warnings: delicate subject, mentions of sexual harrasment, reader isn't in a good mental state, guys if it's triggering don't read it please I have no idea if there's any other things that could be triggering

Genre: angst, some fluff in the end

Pairing: bakugou x reader

W.c: 1,6k

You felt weak.

You have never felt this weak before, so helpless and unsafe.

You felt like you weren't supposed to talk about this with anyone. It was like if you told anyone, they would shame you, like they wouldn't believe you, or maybe even tell you it was your fault.

It didn't make any sense, why would anyone think that your logical part asked. But your insecurities wouldn't let you tell anything to anyone, making you feel sick when you tried to even hint it.

So you decided it was the best not to say anything, hide it forever even. Though you thought that was for the best for everyone, it was the hardest thing you probably ever did.

Your friends were aware of how jumpy you were late, how whenever someone touched you for anything, or even brushed you slightly, you froze with fear. But when they asked about it, you would brush it off as nothing.

They noticed how moody you were too, how frustrated you were with everything, crying, or getting mad at random, small things.

How you distanced yourself from people, hid for them, isolating yourself.

It was hard for them to see you like this -you were trying your hardest to smile and laugh like you always did, but they could see how much it hurt you to pretend- but it was especially hard for one certain angry boy. Bakugou was going insane, not knowing what was hurting you so and not being able to do anything about it.

Though he could never admit it, he had a crush on you. The worst kind, at that, or so he thought. He didn't like this feeling, of liking someone so much that you were constantly on his mind, his mood changing according to yours, laughing when you laughed, getting furious when you cried.

And lately, it was killing him. He knew you had feelings for him too, he knew how much you tried to look happy when he was around but it was just hurting you and that was even worse.

It was only until that one day he heard your soft voice, trembling with sadness as you explained what was going on to your best friend, Kirishima.

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but it was impossible for him to just leave when you were crying so.

"I'm sorry." You told Kirishima between your tears. "I'm so sorry."

***

You knew you had to tell him some time. You just hoped it would be later. But there was no running away when Kirishima pulled you to the roof, making you sit and waiting for you to speak.

"You have to tell me." He told you as you squirmed to get away. "I need you to speak to me, Yn. I need to know so I can help you, you're my best friend and I can't keep pretending nothings going on."

"I can't either." You answered, whispering without even noticing.

"I can't lie anymore, I'm tired." You sighed and hid your face in your hands. "Eiji, you have to promise me you'll listen to me until the end, and don't do anything I tell you not to do."

"Of course." He promised.

"This is about my professor." You finally admitted.

"The one you get along very well with?" He asked cautiously, afraid that wrong words were going to make you stop.

"Uh, yeah." You answered with a dry, humorless chuckle. "Apparently, we weren't getting along for the right reasons." At this, his head snapped up, his eyes locked with yours. "What?!"

"He-he tries to touch me." You mumbled in your hands. "Y/N, what the fuck does that mean?" He tried to stay calm, but how could someone stay calm over that?

Your insecurities infecting you, you felt like he was questioning you, not believing you and you swallowed hardly. "You know what? I-it's really not that important, I exaggerated." You told him, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. But he wasn't having it. He scooted near you, taking your hand in his. "No, Y/N, we have to talk about this! What do you mean by- by trying to touch you?" Your heart hammering in your chest you decided to rip the band-aid off.

"He touches me." You repeated, a lump in your throat, not allowing you to speak more than a whisper. "And he always has that- that smile... that smile that shows he knows what he's doing, and he knows how weak I am, how I can never do anything about it." You went on, feeling the hot tears tumbling down your cheeks. You shuddered with the unwanted memories.

"Did he-" Kirishima stopped talking, wide eyes watching you. "Did he ever..." Although he couldn't finish his sentence, you knew what he meant. "No." You told him. "He never went all the way, it's more like he's toying with me."

"How did this happen?" He asked, words so silent, you almost didn't hear them. 

You shrugged. "It started small." Your voice faltering with tears. "At first I thought it wasn't on purpose." You told him as you relived the memories. "His hand sometimes brushed my breasts and my skirt... He would also press his body against mine when he was walking in the hallways..."

Oh my God, this was terrible. Just talking about it made you feel so weak. Why couldn't you just say something, do anything? Why did you always freeze with fear instead of fighting? Maybe some people just didn't have it. Did this make you unworthy?

"Then it just started to get worse. He would full-on grab me when he 'helped' me with my questions, would always come so- so close to me that I could feel him. He started to corner me, made me stay after class, and just always tried to catch me alone." 

"Oh my God," Kirishima mumbled, unable to say anything else. "Why didn't you say anything?" 

Yes. Why didn't you? 

"I was scared." You whispered. "I was scared of- of you thinking I was lying, that I was saying this for attention, that I was exaggerating, that this wasn't important that this was my fault."

Was it your fault? Maybe you could have worn pants instead of skirts. Or maybe you smiled at him too much, did you give him the wrong impressions? Was it really your fault?

His head snapped up, angrier than you had ever seen him. "How could you think all that?" He asked voice laced with anger. "He is a... a well-loved person, Eijirou. Everybody likes him, trusts him and he just looks so nice... Why would anyone believe me when-" You stopped talking when he hugged you once again, tighter than ever before. "I would always believe you."

I would always believe you. Words you longed to hear so damn much, making you cry uncontrollably.

"I feel so weak, Eiji." You said once again, the nickname you had given him falling off your lips for the first time in a while. "I can't even say anything to him... I'm weak... I'm afraid of people judging me, and I just can't feel safe anymore. I can't even trust myself." 

"I'm so sorry." He told you between the sniffs he was trying to hide, you thought it was ironic that he was the one apologizing. "I'm so sorry Y/N." 

Both of you weren't aware of the angry boy listening to you, shaking with anger and sadness. He couldn't believe there was someone out there making you feel like this when he himself couldn't even dare to tell you his feelings, let alone touch you.

***

"Where are you taking me?" You asked at the boy tugging at your wrists, pulling you somewhere.

Bakugou came to your door the next day he heard your conversation with Kirishima, a plan in his mind to help you, at least a little bit.

"Okay, we're here." He told you. He had brought you on a small field, surrounded by trees and flowers, an empty space in the middle. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, but how could it not when he looked this way to you?

"I will teach you self defense." He told you.

"What?" Wasn't that a little too random? "You heard me." He answered gruffly. "I'll teach you how to defend yourself."

"I- I mean- thank you!" You said, laughing a little. "But I don't understand..."

Oh no.

"Why?" You wanted- needed his answer to be something, anything other than what you had in mind. But it was obvious that it wasn't, when he stayed quiet.

"You heard us." You whispered, hand trembling with fear. The boy you liked, the one you had the biggest crush on, had heard how pathetic you were, how you didn't even have the courage to speak, to push this man's hand and confront him.

"No-" you choked. "It's not what you think." You said as you thought about what you could say, but your mind went blank when his hand caressed your cheek. "Don't." He told you. "Don't lie to me, you don't need to. You don't have to talk about it either, but I'll be here, always here for you to speak, to seek help, and now I will teach you self defense. You said you didn't feel safe, you felt weak. I'll be your safe place if you need me to, but I want you to feel safe yourself too."

You opened your mouth to say something but he didn't let you.

"Look, this isn't because I'm pitying you, or because I think you're not capable of defending yourself. I just- I want to help you, be with you, and this is the only thing I can do."

"Thank you." You whispered and without giving any warnings, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "You have no idea how much this helps."

A long silence went between you, allowing you to ask that one question.

"But why are you doing all this for me, Bakugou?"

He pulled back with your question, though so slightly that your noses almost touched each other. "It's because-" he stopped, fear clawing in him. What if you didn't feel the same way? He knew you did, but what if you didn't?

He gulped and took a deep breath. You have been acting so brave for the longest time, he couldn't even understand what you had went through- even though you couldn't see how brave you were yourself. So he decided it was his turn to be brave now.

"It's because I'm in love with you." Your breath stuck in you, eyes wide but a smile of relief on your lips. "Bakugou..." You whispered as he leaned in a little more.

"I love you too."

[phoenixyfriend]

The “Momma Sturmvoraus was Literally Satan” AU

As requested by @spazzbot​. This AU was initially brainstormed on the GG fanworks server almost a year ago. Specifically, on the first day of 2020.

[ID: a truncated discord message by “Miss Nixy, Gay for RoboLadies” posted 01/01/2020. The message reads “I need to sleep but please for the moment consider:” and ends there.]

So. Let’s get to it.

Satan took a human form because why not see what's going on topside, live like a human, and “Oh shit is this pregnancy? This is pregnancy. Fuck, that's a tiny human. Which is now half demon. Am I supposed to take care it? Wonder if retconing this form into that Valois family was a bad idea. They do have SO much money though, I get to live like a queen. I suppose another child shouldn't hurt, it wasn't that bad. Oh, he's cute, this is actually making sense, why humans do all the sinning. Not counting dear Aaronev's murders, of course, those are just evil, but I did search out the worst of the humans to pair myself to...”

This is literally just "Tarvek and Anevka's mom was low-key Satan on a bored “let's be human for a decade or two to see what happens” jaunt, consequences happen because these kids are LITERALLY half-demon and arguably anti-Christs."

Also it's just Very Funny for Tarvek, ineffectual sexy lamp fashion twunk extraordinaire, to be an antichrist

Jeff thinks he’s pretty. Jeff keeps describing features that don’t entirely make sense. (Jeff’s canon name is Karl Thotep but they spent so long unnamed that the server collectively named them Jeff.)

This is not a crossover with anything, btw. Ambiguously Pop Culture Satan just got bored and went to have babies with a serial killer.

They’re just kids! That are vaguely demonic. So. Moreso than the rest of the Valois.

Sometimes "mom" comes back from the dead and visits Anevka and Tarvek to impart Wisdom and possibly magic lessons The rooms always smell faintly of sulfur after that...

They try to put Anevka in the machine but SHE isn't hurt and the MACHINE just melts

So that's the end of that.

It's very awkward for everyone, but the paperwork isn't too bad. It's very easy to write "incidental fire began during late-fugue experimentation, resulted in fire spreading through six rooms and several casualties, including Prince Aaronev Wilhelm Sturmvoraus."

As per @atagotiak​, “I feel like if we’re going in any way dimensional weirdness with thing, Tarvek got so good at exploring bc he could just clip through walls.”

With image provided by @thisarenotarealblog​:

Tarvek in Paris: My dead mother keeps showing up in my dreams to tell me I need to seduce my way out of my problems and also she looks like Satan. Tarvek's Voltaire-Appointed Therapist: I still don't know what that means. Just like the last five times. Tarvek: I keep telling her that I can’t seduce Colette, if seduction is that important she should get Anevka to do it.

Like he probably wouldn’t say most of that in front of any Voltaire-approved individual, but still.

Tarvek is still very good at self control but there's a Special Edge to his rants.

(Derailed in the moment to me thinking about Anevka in a sfw-but-concerningly-deadly succubus getup, because... yeah.)

Aaronev dies and goes to hell and his dead wife is just there like "hi! Time to be tortured for eternity!" He wasn't a good husband so. He can't exactly sentimentalize his way out.

“In the sexy way?” “... not for you, no.”

Mostly I just want the BULLSHIT that is "Storm Mom was actually just Satan getting bored and going on vacation as a retconned Valois girl, the kids are half-demons and sometimes it Shows."

To clarify: the Satan bit isn't the retcon. Grandma used to have one daughter. Now there are two. (Seffie and Martellus's mother doesn't remember being an only child, but sometimes...)

Satan retconned a new daughter in, which included a Valid Valois Venusian Vestment, so the blood tests play out.

The subtle signs of wrongness would be fun too. Anevka tends to smile a bit too wide and sharp for a human face. Inexplicable uneasiness, here you can’t point at any specific thing that’s wrong but it’s uncomfortable. Uncanny valley prettiness, almost like the porcelain she became in other timelines. Skin isn’t supposed to be that smooth.

My brain's pre-nap contribution at that point was "Satan's pronouns when not pretending to Human are sin/sinself" which is! Certainly a thing.

Tarvek, at some nebulous future point: I mean, your ancestors were monsters, but my dad was a serial killer and my mom was literally Satan, instead of just figuratively like Lucrezia, so. I mean. I kind of get what you're going through.

Per @firebirdeternal: Tarvek and Anevka growing up with "you're allergic to holy water" and not questioning it until a little later because What.

And then they test it and it's like "yeah, no, there's a rash now. That stung. What the fuck."

It INFURIATES Gil in Paris when Tarvek tells him that's a thing, because there's nothing chemically different about Holy water and regular water. But no, this is somehow happening.

It gets logged in medical journals as a Valois genetic thing because, well, Mom was like that too, right?

One time they both go into a church for an Adventure and Gil is very annoyed to find that Tarvek is like. Faintly smoking. It smells like burnt hair in here.

Gil: What smells like burnt hairgel? Tarvek: [glares]

Gil decides that it must be something particular to the church, like a fungus or something in the stone, contaminating the air and water so it only LOOKS like the holiness is what's setting off reactions.

It is not.

Tarvek once got into an argument with someone and ate a slab of raw, completely uncooked meat as a power move.

SVV seems to work perfectly. Everyone is fine. We get the ‘you fight like ducks’ moment.

And then Tarvek bursts into flames, and everyone panics because no they fixed this what the fuck is he still infected with Hogfarb’s oh my god... and then everything settles down and he's perfectly fine. Not a scratch on him, no longer turning funny colors. Completely unharmed. He's in a nicely tailored suit and looks faintly stunned

"I just met my dead mom, who's apparently Satan. She told me that after I died the first time just now, I should be harder to kill later, especially with fire, because now there's more demon and less mortal and guys I think I'm going crazy." "Is that a martini?" Tarvek looks down. "Apparently."

Tarvek starts just. Randomly setting things on fire by glaring too hard and has to tone it down. Meanwhile, Agatha and Gil are having crises about how he's somehow getting PRETTIER.

Is he faintly glowing? Maybe!

Gil handles it by angrily sniping at Tarvek about how of COURSE he's an evil little rat with a background like that.

Tarvek just wants a nap and to forget this ever happened. Many people are sworn to secrecy. It's very awkward.

Still, SVV did something, for handwave-y reasons, and so they're linked now. Gil and Agatha both getting tiny flashes of the same shenanigans.

They get none of the powers. They just keep getting Weird Shit.

Other characters with divine influence are like "Did you.... did you make a pact with a demon?" "What no that's our boyfriend."

Tho tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if a Heterodyne did sign a contract with a demon at some point in exchange for like. Materials. A hundred souls sacrificed in exchange for some succubus blood. Thanks!

Tarvek and Othar: Falling out of CW as in canon. Tarvek: WHAT THE HELL SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE WINGS HIDE THIS BEFORE I GET BOOTED FROM THE LINE FOR THE THRONE

IDK where Anevka is during all this. I think she might have decided to go sleep her way through the courts of the Ice Tsars. Vacation, y'know?

Othar after he's decided to make Tarvek his new Heroic Apprentice: AH, my poor afflicted young friend, it's noble of you to go against the dark nature of your tragic heritage like this. Tarvek: I hate you. I wish I could hate you to death. But you have a point. I shouldn't let my father's blood limit what I strive for in life. Othar: I... I thought your mother was... Tarvek: I know what I said.

Tarvek: Also you can't tell ANYONE about that, I can't have them thinking I'm not actually in line for the Storm King's throne.

He does admittedly have to like. Explain things to Grandma.

Terabithia is Tarvek’s maternal grandmother so this is supremely awkward. That said...

Grandma fondly remembers her pregnancy cravings; bone marrow and sulfur.

"Yeah so, my mother, your daughter, was... maybe actually Satan? But retconned into your life?" "Tarvek, darling, please. I figured that out half a century ago."

TARVEK ACCIDENTALLY FINDS HIM HIMSELF WEIRDLY INTENSE AT CONTRACTS

I mean that honestly just Tracks about Tarvek anyways? But like moreso.

He just. Writes something up and there's things getting signed or shook on and then the person tries to break the contract and either suddenly catch fire or are deeply unlucky for a set amount of time.

And Tarvek's just standing there like "how in the FUCK did I do that?"

Severity of infernal punishment depends on the severity of the breach of contract.

Tarvek finds out that Anevka's been convincing rich people to sign their souls over to her. It's a fun challenge. She keeps them in jars.

They can still remotely pilot their bodies but like. They can't TELL anyone what happened.

Satan: I'm going to go make babies and now everyone else has to deal with the consequences.

Anevka's living up to that whole "princess of hell" vibe. Tarvek's just like "nope nope nope I want the storm throne, not the hell throne, BYE MOM."

Satan's just feeling sinself down in hell like "awwww look at my babies go, aren't they adorable?"

Tarvek: Anevka, what... first off, how did you figure it out? Anevka: Well, I temporarily died when father put me in the machine, and... I can't say that hell kicked me out because they were afraid I'd take over, but mother DID say she'd rather I play about with human governments instead of Hell's. Tarvek: Okay, cool cool cool. What after you planning to DO with all these souls? Anevka: They make for some lovely reading lamps, don't they?

(Anevka absolutely sets herself the goal of acquiring new titles that rival her old ones, or even surpass them. She just black widows her way through Europa.)

I just want someone (probably Snackleford) to ascend, take one look at Tarvek, and run SCREAMING.

Tarvek still needed to be anchored to Higgs, because Tarvek is Baby.

Gil is eventually in a relationship with an Eternal God Queen and the Literal Son of Satan.

Family dinners can include ALL the in-laws if you duck down to hell! - You borrow Bill from... probably heaven, maybe purgatory. - You have Lu and Aaronev and Satan already there, though the first two... well. Aaronev and Lu get invited to dinner but they have to eat by themselves at the kiddy table and nobody talks to them or acknowledges their presence. After all, this is hell, and what better punishment for Lu than to be completely ignored, and for Aaronev to see Lu at her worst and be reminded that he gave everything for this horrible, horrible person who isn't even pretending to care about him anymore. - Zanta and Klaus get invited via portal. - Anevka saunters in with a blood-soaked dress and a complaint about militant demon-hunters refusing to let her go shopping for a new pair of shoes. - Zeetha tagged along with the OT3. (She can't wait to see this situation explode.)

Oh God, Satan is actually second place as far as good parenting goes.

Well, actually, fourth. Because Adam and Lilith. But second as far as bio parents go. 1. Zanta 2. Satan 3. Klaus 4/5. Lu and Aaronev N/A. Bill

Someone (Anevka) decides to stir the pot and invites Von Pinn, Terabithia, Bang.

Bang is basically Gil’s older sister, right? Right.

This is Zanta meeting Bang for the first time! Zanta is just: "It's so nice to meet my husband's adopted daughter." Klaus freezes. Bang freezes. Gil is the only one who is just. "Yeah." Meanwhile Zeetha is crying with laughter off to the side because both of them deserve this. (Zanta would legit love Bang though.)

Agatha: Tarvek, I think DuPree is-- Tarvek: Hitting on my sister? I know. Agatha: On your mom, actually. Tarvek: NO!

Also I do love the idea of like. Nobody tells Bang they're inviting her. She just wakes up in Hell like. "Ah. Yes. Fair enough."

Satan: Oh no no no my dear, you're here as a guest. Besides as well as you'd fit you're not one of mine, you've got other things waiting for you. Bang: Okay, but I love the decor. And is that Cheesecake?

Bang’s family has their own evil god in the novels, but! Bang DID pick on Tarvek a lot in Paris. Satan cares more than Anevka does. Bang might get the sexy punishment.

I feel like the fact that no permanent damage was done and it taught Tarvek a lot of things means Satan isn't gonna be all that upset about it.

And let's be real, if there's a character in GG who could look the literal Christian devil in the eye and be like "Yeah I tortured your kid, what're you going to do about it?" it's Bang.

Even Satan doesn't know what to do or think about Othar.

He sure is here! As Anevka’s arm candy! Nobody knows what to do except Anevka herself, who just wants to be Smug.

(What's that scene from Phineas and Ferb that's the mad scientist trapping the platypus within the rules of polite dining at a fine restaurant? Like he can't make a scene because that would be rude?) (That. Othar would dearly love to start a fight, but it's a Family Dinner. You're only allowed to fight verbally at those.)

(Othar isn't even fighting Satan, he just wants to argue with Klaus.) (And maybe fanboy in Bill's direction a bit).

[mouse-fantoms]

Easier Than Speaking

I just want to say that this only popped into my head because I saw @16fandomlover’s post about this. I’m the type of person to where if an idea is had then my brain will just start writing on it’s own and then I can never get it out of my head until it is written down. So without further ado, here it is!

Julie sat on her bed, criss-cross, using her binder as a hard surface to write on as she did her homework. Her dad was very clear about the whole “school-first” rule when it came to being in her own band, which was understandable. She was only in high school and she did miss the first three hours of school the night of the dance when the boys... well... ghosted her.

Once finishing her homework she could down to the garage and either hang with the guys or rehearse with them depending on if they had a gig to practice for or not. If Alex and Reggie weren’t in the studio and they didn’t have to rehearse for a gig that would be prime time for her and Luke to write together.

As she wrote the answer to the latest math problem on her paper, her phone light up besides her. A message from Flynn. She took a small moment away from her work to text back her best friend. Flynn had asked about what she saw Nick and her talk about earlier. Julie texted back and informed her of what happened about how he had asked her out but she politely declined. She saw the ‘Delivered’ message turn to ‘Read’ immediately upon sending. The light gray 3 dots appeared for a second then disappeared. She set her phone back down next to her expecting to get a reply later. When she sent it down she saw one of the guys poof to the foot of her bed from her peripheral vision.

“Oh you’re home.”

She looked up seeing it was Luke. “What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see if you were home yet so we could write.”

“Well I am but school first.” She guestured to her homework. “Unless you want to help me with givens and proves then you can stay but until then you can wait.” She didn’t expect to get an answer.

“Givens and proves? Ugh, that’s-” the words seemed to trigger a memory for him. “Those are so annoying. If you want math help go to Alex.”

“Really?” The guy’s lives before meeting her never really came up.

Sure, she was curious but there was probably a reason for it not coming up that often. Unless it came up in conversation she knew not to press for information. She knew to keep her boundaries (unlike some people).

“Yeah and if you need science help go to Reggie, even though he says he’s not that good, he was always better at it than Alex and I ever were.”

“What about you?”

“I was always decent at English.”

She nodded in agreement. “That makes sense.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well with how you write your songs and how they turn out I can see how that could translate into an English class.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “sometimes writing is easier than speaking.”

“Speaking of writing, you can try to write something with one of the guys.” She suggested instead of him just having to wait for her.

He shook his head. “Reggie mainly wants to write country songs.”

“...Is that a bad thing?”

“What is with you two and country songs?!”

“Just give Home Is Where My Horse Is a chance.”

“He showed you it didn’t he?! I thought you would be strong.”

“Come on! Riding through trees by the river, Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger. Those are some killer lyrics.”

“It’s not even-“ he decided to let it go. “Oh! Speaking of lyrics,” he pulled something from his pocket, “I was meaning to ask you-”

She saw him unfold the paper that was folded into fourths. Her eyes went wide as she realized the writing. The handwriting on the back side of the paper was readable (so not Luke’s) and was scribbled and rushed. As if it was written in a hurry to get it out of a mind.

“Where’d you find that?” She asked hurried.

“It was on the piano.” He responded. “Was it a quick little song inspiration before school?”

“Uhh... yeah. Song... inspriation.” She agreed.

“These lyrics are-”

The anticipation for his next word worried her. Did he figure it out? He probably did. The song was very obviously about him.

“-killer.”

Oh ok, that was fine. That didn’t entirely mean that he figured it out.

Just then Julie turned her attention to her left where she heard someone poof in.

“See I told you he would be here!” Reggie told Alex next to him.

“I knew he would be but she told us to stay out of her room.” He answered.

“At least one of you understands boundaries.” She said to herself.

“What are you two doing here?” Luke looked up to see the pair.

“Seeing if you were here and not to bug Julie because she has school first to do.” Alex replied.

“Yeah I do! That’s right! I should probably finish and if I could also have that song back too,” she grabbed it from his hands, “I accidentally left it out at the piano it’s not even that... good.” She folded it back into fourths and put it on her nightstand for the time being.

“Not that good? Seriously!? What are you talking about?”

She hoped he would stop mentioning it. It made her anxious that at any point he would figure it out.

“Whoever that’s about is so lucky! If it is about anyone.”

“If?” Alex still couldn��t believe he hadn’t realized. “Really you still-” Julie gave him a glare that could rival the one of when they intruded on the family dinner the first night they’d met. “Yeah,” he immediately switched topics, “who ever that song is about is really lucky.” He ended up agreeing with Luke.

“We’re heaven on earth, melody and words” he began to sing, “Those are rad! That’s exactly why you’re a star!” She could see the look in his eyes whenever he talked about music. The fire and the passion. Also the way he lit up when he talked about her. It was one of the qualities she’d learned about him.

“...like a bright and burning one.” Reggie said under his breath which in response Julie gave the same glare she gave to Alex. Meanwhile, Luke asked what he said because he didn’t catch it.

“Uhh...” Julie giving him the death glare did not help as he thought of a response to tell him, “like always! Julie’s always a star like you always say! Yeah, always.” He looked to Julie to see if he did good and she let out a small sigh of relief.

“Always.” He gave his Luke smile to her. He finally moved away from her bed to the boys who had poofed by her closet.

As he walked over to them the front door being opened was heard and then running up the stairs which turned Julie’s attention toward her open bedroom door. Within seconds she saw Flynn rush into her room, passing right through Luke, about to start one of her rants to her.

“Woah... that is weird.” He looked to Reggie in response to being walked through. It wasn’t like last time when Julie and him were in the kitchen and she walked through him with her sandwich ingredients. It was sudden and quick.

“Right!”

“She’s determinated.” He could feel.

Flynn took a seat on Julie’s bed with her. She began going on about school as well as about band stuff to her friend, meanwhile the boys were still in her room overhearing the conversation. Considering she was talking about some stuff referring to the band maybe she would mention some other things too and it was easier staying instead of having Julie bring it up to them later.

“Speaking of that,” Flynn continued on about what she was talking about as her friend just sat and listened, “onto the other, well MAIN reason I came. Please tell me you did not decline a date with an actual person, and the actual person being Nick of all people, because of the whole Luke thing.”

Julie’s eyes went wide. “Flynn...” she said worried hoping she would hear and get the memo to stop talking.

“Luke thing?” The one who’s name was mentioned raised an eyebrow at.

“You’ve waited for it to happened for how long? Only to decline him for what? Some air-”

“Air?” The statement offended him. He turned to his friends next to him. “Am I just air?”

“Well on the techinal side-” Alex bumped Reggie in the arm alerting him to look at Julie to show him that this was not the time for their antics. She had a flustered expression as she just wanted her friend to stop talking but was not getting the memo just going on and on.

“-oh no sorry “cute air” to quote you-”

“...Flynn.” She pleaded starting to put her head in her knees.

“-like I said Luke is next level to crush on. I mean you have liked Nick for how long? And then he gets up staged by this random ghost guy. I mean don’t get me wrong they brought music back into your life and that’s amazing but to decline Nick over some dead guy. Although I get that you two clicked but you could have also had that with Nick, but I mean it has been awhile. If he asked you before class the other day, when the whole time instead of dancing with Nick you were imaging Luke, would you have said yes then? He really just has bad timing all the time now doesn’t he?”

Julie sat with her head in her knees wanting to curl into a ball from... well... a lot of things.

“Jules?” She asked. “What’s- ...the guys are here aren’t they?”

Still with her head in her knees she nodded.

“...all of them?”

She nodded once again.

She hoped it wasn’t as bad as what she thought. “...Including-”

“What else does all of them mean?” She picked her head up to look at her, trying to disregard the ghosts she saw from the corner of her eye. “There’s only 3!”

“...you know...” she sat up from the bed backing up towards the door, “I think I hear your dad calling...” when she backed up against the wall close to the door she turned around, went out the room and rounded the corner going down the staircase.

As much as she didn’t want to, there was nothing else to do but look to the boys. Alex and Reggie gave the same look of uneasiness. Meanwhile Luke was, well, stunned to say the least.

“...it’s not so bad.” Alex tried to help.

The response in the form of a look told him otherwise.

“Reg, something tells me we overstayed our welcome.”

“...yeah... hey maybe you could hang with Ray and-” Alex poofed away before Reggie could finish. “Guess it’ll just be me and Ray then.” He concluded before poofing away himself leaving the... interesting pair alone.

“...cute air?” Luke finally found the words to say.

Julie groaned as her head went to the ceiling and her body fell into the pillows behind her.

“You know that song makes a lot more sense now.”

“Yeah...” she sighed, “it does. Sometimes writing is easier than talking.”

She felt the end of her bed go down. She picked herself up to see that he had taken a seat at the edge.

“...it’s still a pretty rad song.” He kept his space from her guessing her emoions. “Reggie and Alex seemed to put it together pretty quickly.”

“I don’t get how you didn’t.”

“My guess was it was about that Nick guy.”

“I wish.” She then realized how bad that sounded. “That’s not what I-”

“It’s fine I know what you meant. Falling for some ghost probably isn’t on your bucket list.”

“Well it wasn’t but then you guys showed up.”

“Well do be fair you did call us cute.”

“You also thought I was a witch.” She brought up.

“There were chairs on the ceiling. What else is the logical explanation?”

“Maybe tying them there for storage.”

“Reggie had a very convincing arugment.”

“Argum-” she paused, “it’s Reggie! What arugment?”

“Alex said that witches don’t exist then Reggie said how they say ghosts don’t exist but here we are now.” He gestured to himself.

They shared a laughed together. This was nice. Not having any tension in the air. No akwardness. Just Julie and Luke being... Julie and Luke.

[emcreatez]

Hey love!

(sorry I keep talking to you, things seem quite tough for you lately and I want to send some support somehow but I hope it's not becoming annoying. I'm not good at gauging this sort of things so please please tell me if it make you uneasy.)

I wanted to say, while we are told a lot that when something happens you should talk about it, this just doesn't work for everyone and it's okay. We all have our way to deal with things. As long as you can figure out what works for you then you should try to do it and you don't have to feel bad about doing it your way.

If it's okay to ask, do you shut down even though you would like to talk to someone, or do you shut down because that what you need to take care of yourself? (that's how I tend to process things myself, because verbalising is often hard for me so I need a lot of alone time before I feel like talking. Is it anything like that?)

I'm sadly not able to say or do anything that would make things better for you but if you ever need to vent I'll listen. I think sometimes you don't need any actual answers, you just need to let things out. So if you want to talk, believe me I don't mind you coming to me. I can't promise I'll be available all the time, I often take a long time to respond and no it's not going to be a life-changing answer, but if it can help you then by all means feel free to do it.

Now, if you just don't feel like talking to anyone it's absolutely okay. And if you feel better writing how you feel but not sending it to no one in particular it's totally fine too! You don't have to feel bad about it, there is no bad way for doing this.

Stop blaming yourself, you're doing great. It might be hard to see it right now but you really are.

Angelface! Neeeeevverrrr apologize for talking to me! I look forward to your messages every day, they always put a smile on my face! & I appreciate them so much since I’m often to “in my head” to reach out myself 😅🙈

As for your question, I would say it’s more because I am a very “it is what it is” type of person, so I often don’t verbalize because I

1) dk what to say really

2) nothing i say changes the situation so why bother complaining or whining about it?

I think it also comes from not having an emotional support system. I never had one from my parents & I didn’t have one from friends either. I often got told “I don’t know what to say to help you when you feel like this so Idk what you want me to do” or “it makes me uncomfortable when you talk like that cuz idk what to say.”

Two valid reason, but as a kid/adolescent hearing that you learn to just keep your problems and emotions to yourself so you don’t bother anyone with them.

Which is why having friends and a support system like I do on here is so foreign to me. I appreciate everyone being so willing to listen to my rants or reading through my somber texts posts, habits are just hard to break.

I appreciate everyone who checks in on me or sends me any random message that distracts me. I truly do.

I’m just used to keeping things to myself that the closest I come to “talking about it” is when I make long texts post because they feel like I’m shouting to the void rather than at an actual person 🤷‍♀️

Thank you for always talking with me ♥️ I’m very lucky to have you 🫂

[flashfuture]

So I was talking to some friends of mine about how distant Bruce Wayne is to all of his children besides Dick.

We had some theories-

One of them was that after Jason died Bruce refused to connect on the same level with his children that he had before.

Another was that Dick was the type to seek affection and connection. Jason was an angry street kid who would have been weirded out by too much affection. Tim was so neglected for awhile he probably thought Bruce was affectionate (until he met Bart who’s on a crusade to hug everyone). Cass would be uneasy with it and accept it only on rare occasions. And Damian would have been offended by such displays of weakness (kidding he loves them but doesn’t trust a lot of people to be that psychically close to him).

So then we started talking about how close Dick and Bruce were compared to Jason, Tim, Cass, Damian. And we thought of something that just blew our minds.

When Dick was a teenager he began to feel smothered by Bruce. He felt his mentor was over protective and cautious. He didn’t want Bruce to treat him like a child (cause he was of the wise age of sixteen) and even ran away a few times as far as we know.

When Dick was eighteen and went to college Bruce immediately got empty cave syndrome and moved into the city.

So we think as he got Jason and then the rest of the kids Bruce didn’t want to drive them away the way he did Dick. So Bruce being Bruce jumped to the exact opposite strategy in raising them. Because why have some semblance of balance when you can go balls to the walls and jump off a roof.

So Bruce who smothered Dick and chased him out of the nest took a hands off approach to the other kids. He let them run about and do as they pleased. He wasn’t as involved in their lives. Does he care? Of course but he took an interest in Dick. He watched everything his son did. He knew Dick’s friends personally. He worked with the parents/mentors of Dick’s friends. So in Bruce’s mind if he does nothing that he did with Dick he won’t drive the others away.

Which isn’t always a bad thing. One point to note is the age of the comics but when Bruce was raising Dick slapping him around was not out of the question. And that translates into the modern comics. Bruce has beat Jason up true but he did think Jason had murdered someone so it was more Batman vs Red Hood than Bruce backhanding Dick for talking back. Which happens way more than one might think.

So Bruce doesn’t ever as far as I’ve seen hit his children like he hits Dick. The ones that come to mind is that popular one way back in the day of Bruce slapping Dick. He hit Dick a lot back then. Like not just spankings but punching in the face which I don’t think was corporal punishment even back then. But let’s move past that for the sake of those being decades ago.

Most modern would be during the Court of Owls with William Cobb, Bruce and Dick are arguing and Bruce backhands Dick hard enough to knock out a tooth. A tooth which of course contains a metal talon logo. (that was somehow never noticed on the countless x-rays that boy has gotten) Another is of course Nightwing #30 after Dick is killed by Lex Luthor and brought back Bruce wants him to stay dead. They trash the cave and beat the shit out of each other because Bruce wants to teach Dick a lesson.

(He’s hit Tim before once to get him to shut up now that I think about it but I can’t recall him beating in his other kids the way he does Dick.)

Now I’ve gone off on a rant about Bruce being a bad father. I digress.

Bruce being harsher on Dick goes back to the smothering he doesn’t treat Dick like an adult, expects him to be the best of the best, and still seems to spy on Dick.

My thoughts for this came from Batman 54. Selina Kyle left Bruce at the altar because while I’m not as down on Tom King as some people he really doesn’t get Catwoman. But anyways afterwords Bruce is a mess and Dick is trying to help him out of his funk.

Selina’s reasoning for leaving Bruce was that he had to be a miserable loner to be a good Batman. Batman 54 showed that Bruce has never been alone and he’s not miserable. He has Dick and to quote the man himself “I’m committed to you”

Dick Grayson was the light to the Dark Knight. When Bruce lost him Gotham lost its light. Bruce lost his light. And we see like in the Forever Evil arc that Bruce was straight up going to choke Lex out after he killed Dick.

Wow long rambling post to get to the point that while Dick is probably the closest to Bruce it’s probably the separation with Dick that prevented Bruce from growing closer to his other kids.

This is all just speculation obviously because in reality a lot of bad writers and weird retcons contribute to Bruce’s character. Par example Dick Grayson going to college so they could make Bruce dark and brooding again cause the writer knew they couldn’t do that with Dick in the picture.

I’d love to know if anyone else has any other thoughts on this. I love discussing this stuff.