#while he alone grows (mentally) older

[adoredvi]

TILL DEATH DO US APART

1x1x1x1 x GN!Reader

Vi notes: uhmm punctuations may be horrendous and there are some error in the process, because English is NOT my first language and I just made this for fun, so enjoy:>>

They say that love is the greatest thing that can happen to a being. And you agree— it is.

Growing up, you are taught that love is important, along with kindness, and being respectful to people around you. At first, you were defiant about it, you dislike how your parents constantly wanted to instill that mentality in you, and as you grow older, you kinda see the appeal in their words and what they wanted you to learn.

1x1x1x1, or 1x for short, always wondered what he went wrong whenever she tried to get him to notice them, it's frustrating, every attempt, every single time they tried, she always fails, hell she even tried to go and do what it takes for him to notice him, but alas— it always fails, it never worked anyway.

He feels so much hatred inside of him, it slowly builds up as time goes by— everytime he sees him paying attention to other's aside from her. He thought it was all going to be like that for the rest of their life, until you came in, you lit up their life, their darkening heart, you drove them mad with every little smile you flash their way, every little encouraging words that he thought he'll never hear again. She loved it, she loves you, even if they don't want to admit it out loud.

You noticed— of course you did, you always do, you seemed to have made a habit of being observant of their movements, behavior, even how he speaks— you just find him endearing, but was it really just that? You really don't know.

You don't know until you found out they suddenly disappeared. You asked and asked everywhere, even going as far as to asking his creator who only looked at you and turned away not wanting to break your sweet fragile heart.

He isn't the same person you know anymore.

She didn't get it, she didn't get why their creator sent him down to this hell hole, to his own personal hell, and there it is, the hatred— the emotion he buried deep. The emotion that they never wanted to come out ever again, they thought that it's not there anymore, you helped them didn't you?....

Or were you lying like he is too..?

He walked, stared and grew bored alone in that world, not a single living thing around her, even things started shifting— like her skin, it started darkening, their own body shifting differently from what they used to know, it was horrifying, but did he care anymore? No, he barely even felt anything aside from hatred. That feeling of need for revenge, for satisfaction of seeing those who wronged him fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness while she stare at them condescendingly.

But from amidst of these thoughts, you always come crawling back to their mind, her heart pounding painfully, they don't know if they even have that anymore but it somehow did whenever they remember you smile and the way you lit up the room around you.

They groan whenever that happens, they just want to keep you in arms reach, or in other words, in their arms, and keep you away from prying eyes where others can disgustingly lay their eyes on your illuminating self.

It was yet another day of being alone in this dark world, 1x is seen wondering around the place, they seemed to have memorized it already, it was the only thing he can do in such place really, so he has no choice anyway.

1x sighed in boredom, the whole area felt empty without your presence, even though they've been there for what seemed like eternity, she still haven't forgotten who you are.

And when it seemed like it was getting too boring, she was teleported in a deserted hallway, that was until— of course a flash of red ran past him, only stopping a few feet away from behind her, and coming back once more.

"Oh oh!! A new person!!!" It? He said with so much enthusiasm, jumping up and down before physically dragging her from the place he came running out of.

"Lookie guys!! A new person arrived!!" The little guy yelled as soon as he entered the room, the door practically forcing open with his entery, his voice carrying that of excitement, cutting off the chatter in the room.

1x grunted in disapproval and distaste, brushing the kid's hand off of her, before standing there with his arms crossed, looking all too observant to his surroundings.

That went on for hours, and of course, 1x got the information they wanted, why were they here, and where are they.

1x sighed, the noise echoing through the confined space if their room, their first match is tomorrow, already, he already knows his abilities so is it even a surprise her first match is just right after she came to this world? No. The Spectre doesn't either.

You were confused, you spawned in on a room— a cabin, right on the cold wooded floor, luckily, a few people saw you and Introduced themselves and explained where you are, thankfully.

You understand the concept, but you don't know why you're here to begin with, judging by what the survivors around you, some looked like they hadn't seen a better day— which kinda is true considering their situation.

They also told you about your supposed abilities, which were pretty surprising considering you are just pretty much a normal robloxian, there is nothing important about you whatsoever, but did you complain? No, you're already here anyway.

Meeting again isn't in both of your bucket list, but here you are, face to face with one another— the other bleeding, and the other staring them down with so much emotion mixed into one.

You never expected to see him again, but neither did she expect to see you again, but here you are, faced to face with one another.

The time is running out, all your other teammates were down and dead, leaving you last, but did 1x made an attempt to move? No, they didn't, instead? They surprised themselves and you. He hugged you, brought you into his arms in a tight hold, muttering things about how stupid you are for getting hurt.

It was their way of saying they care and they missed you, but you didn't speak about it and just leaned into her hold, you missed this, you missed her.

"Death can't separate us," you would mutter in the past while you hold them in your arms similar to what she was doing now. It always made them smile and sigh in relief whenever you mutter those lines.

And now, they seem to be the one to be saying that, although albeit, silently, their hold on you tightening in the slightest while the time runs out.

It seemed like even when obstacles keeps you both apart, you will find each other over and over again, even after death.

IM SORRY IF 1X SEEMS OOC IN THIS I'M BAD AT CHARACTERS PERSONALITY...and it's not the canon either, I think....I also got lazy at the end😣😣

[princessbrunette]

basketball!rafe knew he needed you the moment he set eyes on you once more in that hotel bar.

personally, you thought he might’ve been a nobody on first glance. a really handsome nobody, so he couldn’t have actually been a nobody — but it was the intrigue that drew you in regardless. to set the scene, you didn’t have to go far to find him, no — this was the fanciest hotel in your hometown and you were there alone. something about getting all dressed up and then your friends cancelling last minute, it didn’t matter — it felt like so long ago that you’d forgotten all about it. all you remember was seeing the handsome nobody in a t-shirt and a cap strolling up to the bar.

it was only after doing a double take, you realised the nobody was rafe cameron.

now you’d already known rafe from the obx. distantly, of course — a couple of parties here and there, some lingering glances when you were convinced he was a fuck boy. he was apparently a little unhinged back in the day, but after his dad died he fixed his shit and went pro with basketball, making it big. like mentioned, you weren’t friends, merely acquaintances with the boy a couple of years your senior— but he’d always been someone you saw get their shit together and think, you know what? good for him i guess.

now rafe remembers his history with you differently. apparently, he used to shoot hoops with your older brother in your backyard with a few other friends back when they were younger. still a casual hobby for rafe, and playing it anywhere else but a kook’s backyard might’ve looked too poguey for him to be caught partaking in. at the end of the day, golf was meant to be his sport. it was fitting and low maintenance. basketball took the cake everytime however— helping him mentally in more ways than anyone could imagine.

anyway, he remembers you — a lot younger than you are now, flip flops slapping along the patio as you arrive on destination — mouthing off to your big brother about bouncing the ball too loudly off your wall or spending all the money your mother had left for pizza on the counter. you were this tiny mouthy weapon, even having the infamous rafe cameron snickering down at his shoes as your brother whined back at you, trying to shoo you back inside. he recalls even catching a couple of strays, your shrill youthful voice referring to the eldest cameron as a ‘lanky meathead’.

“jesus, you gotta keep your sisters mouth in check dude. gonna grow up n’get her in trouble n’shit.” he’d shake his head as you’d waddle back inside, bouncing the ball and shooting. after that it was just parties as you grew up, seeing a familiar pretty face through a coked out haze and thinking ‘who’s that again?’ in passing or overhearing you talking to your friends, still carrying that same slick mouth that you only got away with because you were so hot.

only now, he’s staring across this dimly lit hotel bar, the first time in a while that he’d been back in his hometown and there you are — staring back at him, a face he’d never forget except you’re all grown up now— practically spilling out that slinky little dress and acting as a magnet, his feet dragging him over to you before his drink had even arrived from the bartender.

not even five minutes into conversation and it’s abundantly clear that you’re still that spoiled little cheerleader he knew once upon a time, only this time you’re tilting your head to the side with your brows furrowed in confusion that bordered on disinterest when he tried to explain what happened in his most recent game. you weren’t here to talk about that and it showed, leaning over your margarita to adjust his expensive looking chain, pulling it to sit above his tshirt instead of tucked beneath, cutting him off to question “so you knew my brother, right?” he liked that directness about you. the fact you kinda seemed like a bitch. it was a challenge, the urge to tame and rough someone up still very much sat at the surface of his wants and desires.

once a spoiled brat — always a spoiled brat, only now you’re his spoiled brat six months later, clinging to his arm and digging your manicure into his bicep with a whine as a silent command for him to magically vanish any of the surrounding paparazzi outside the airport.

“get rid of them.” you eventually mewl, in a demanding way that represented the physical embodiment of you stomping your pedicured foot.

“you think i fuckin’ want them here?” he sighs, no stranger to your ridiculous requests. that’s what was so intoxicating about your relationship — yes you were a little bitch sometimes, but he learnt how was best to put you in your place. most of the time you were happy, fucked and fed with racks upon racks sat in your expensive handbag, clinging to him and tottering along at his side in heels that cost an arm and a leg— but the times you were snarking up at him, telling him to ‘shut the fuck up’ he was more than happy to grab your throat and ask “the fuck are you talking to like that, huh?” which oddly would cause a smile to emerge on your face and the attitude to melt off you for an hour or so.

that being said, you kept him in check too. now rafe wasn’t like he always was — unhinged, explosive and overall angry at the world. no, he had an access to therapy now and basketball worked for a good outlet of his frustrations, all whilst opening up a new world for him to get his fresh start away from all that family bullshit he had to put up with a while back (cut them all off, minus wheezie who he sends money to every month and facetimes to talk shit.) that being said — he would be the one to catch an attitude out of the blue sometimes, which was often remedied by a sharp eyebrow raise from you, a dramatic head swivel and a “you better fucking talk to me nice, rafe cameron. not one of your fucking fan girls.”

with a tongue in his cheek, he’ll shake his head and drop the whole thing — but not without saying “y’know you run your mouth like you’re six foot four with two pistols tucked sometimes. shit.”

life outside of your relationship with rafe became a dream all because of him. quickly, as rafe skyrockets to success in the basketball world, you’re skyrocketing to being the top pinterest muse— starring in every girls ‘future manifestation’ moodboard with snaps of you courtside in your pretty little outfits cheering on your boyfriend. you were glammed to the nines at every game, because you knew you’d end up on that big screen one way or another.

when travelling with rafe for his tournaments, you’d get the princess treatment you deserved and that was a promise. designer shoes, designer bags, steak meals that cost the same as your house back home and you were not poor by any stretch of the word. he liked to flaunt you, flaunt his success. he was the man now, like he’d always wanted to be — and effortlessly so, not the charade he was putting on back at tanny hill throwing those parties whilst suffering on the sly. no, he had everything now— and was happy to share that with you. you didn’t have to do much to gain this treatment, no. holding him down was enough, but he’d be happy to accept your payment of gratitude in having his cock wedged down your throat in the limo back to the hotel, ending the night on your back with your ankles on his shoulders and that same chain you fiddled with when you first reunited swinging in your face.

it was no secret that the two of you fucked. it made up a good 60% of your free time together, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. rafe could still get very frustrated — with his manager, with his teammates, with people from his past cropping up, even with the general public who had opinions on his playing — and with that, what better way to pound out some frustrations then by bending you over a balcony in a foreign country? rafe had a good team behind him, and luckily so — because it wouldn’t be the first time a hotel had attempted to get the two of you blacklisted for causing too much of a noise disturbance, notes pinned to your door found in the morning reading ‘Dear guests, whilst we are thrilled that you are enjoying our hotel, we please ask that you keep it down for the sake of the other guests. To remind you, other guests do not need to hear your lovemaking through the night! If this continues throughout your stay you will be asked to leave.’

your basketball player boyfriend would pluck the note off the door the next morning when you’re leaving together for the day, your sleepy self tucked under the arm of his hoodie covering his jersey as he scoffs, handing it your way carelessly. “pussies. they can’t do shit about it.”

unstoppably so, despite your hate for gossip past being in high school the notes would turn to blind items as rafe truly came into the public eye. you couldn’t scroll three videos on tiktok without hearing ‘this north carolina basketball player and hometown it girl may have come into hot water again at this famous vegas hotel after making sure their wall neighbours heard the ins and outs of their passion — april 27th, crazy days and nights.’ that, or the blogosphere getting ahold of the blurry and ambiguous paparazzi shots taken of you supposedly ‘getting it on’ on the beach.

unfortunately, this public knowledge that the two of you were real fuckers was not enough for twitter, which resulted in your first leaked video.

rafe should have known to be careful when the two of you in a lustful haze filmed an amateur tape the day before you had to fly home for a little while, the basketball player knowing he’d miss being in it and needed some material to work off whilst you were gone.

the video was 1 minute and 49 seconds of pure glory. filmed on landscape with an outstretched arm rafe captures you, whining and mewling as you roll your hips on his lap, bouncing on his cock as he watches the two of you through the screen, swollen lips parting and tongue flattening to catch your nipple as you do so. he grips your ass hungrily, aiding you on fucking down on him before delivering a firm smack to your ass that makes you jolt, only unlatching his mouth from your tit to grumble out “s’what i’m fuckin’ talking about baby. who’s your daddy, huh?” looking up at you from your needy spread out position.

you still recall the way your heart dropped into your ass seeing your name along side rafes in the trending tab, following by the words ‘leaked video’.

your legal teams were all over it instantly, working hard to get it shut down off every site it had been reuploaded and desperately attempting to track down whoever had managed to get into your boyfriends cloud to expose it— a couple weeks of watching paparazzi shots of rafe taking calls outside buildings, yelling down the phone and flipping off the cameras in moments of frustration and stress — for him to then be on the phone to you from a hotel room later that night, talking you down as you cry like a baby and complain.

“i know, i know alright i’m workin’ on it. gonna get that shit wiped from the net i can promise you that now, i got the guy who can make it happen for me. but for now, look y’know there’s — there’s nothin’ i can do alright, i can’t make people fuckin’… unsee that shit unfortunately just be glad you look so sexy in the video cause — okay, shit, the hell are you yelling for? m’just tryna help—”

after a while it does infact die down, and the video can no longer be found — yes, even on the shitty pop up porn sites that had reposted it with twelve watermarks in the worst quality. however, it didn’t stop jaded basketball fans from bringing it up any chance they got — getting in heated debates online and using it as an insult to the cameron boys playing skills. god forbid a rafe fan would speak up for him after a particularly poor game, his mentions getting filled with nothing but a screenshot of your boyfriend with your titty in his mouth.

though it had faded, the two of you learned that there was no way around it than to humour it — your boyfriend barely addressing the tape by quoting it in his instagram caption after one of his big wins, the post of him grinning on the court with his trophy tilted ‘who’s your daddy, huh?’ which of course, sent twitter into a spiral.

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

⭐ for the ask game. 😄

Here There Be - Director's Commentary

Chapter 1 - Part 2 (pages 5-9)

aka I had a dream about the turtles being hurt/sad/scared limping through a sewer being chased by something and it made me sad so I decided to inflict it on everyone else ( owo)b

MINI-SHELLDON!!! Donnie and SHELLY are completely running offline at the moment. Despite being disconnected from his larger mental server, the little guy is doing a good job scouting ahead and building a rough map for the turtles.

Pizza Rat <3

Page 5 - Panel 5 is where I first experimented with the painting style for the comic. I wanted a watercolour look, but a thicker paint look comes more naturally to me. Finding the right colour to fit the vibe took some time. I was originally going for a more sickly colour, but there is a lot to be said about the struggle of putting characters with green skin in a green environment.

Mikey walks ahead alone, impatient, pulling them forward. Leo supports a struggling Raph; by no fault of their own, the two dictate the slow progress forward. Donnie drifts behind, disconnected. Or maybe they are just walking in a sewer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In the movie, Leo wears his swords over his right shoulder, but here he has them at his hip and out of the way so Raph’s arm can rest over his shoulders. This is only partially because I kept forgetting to draw the weapons.

THIS PANEL ^^^ made me feel dizzy while I was working on it >:( I'm not quite satisfied with the final effect here, but I'm not really sure how I could have done it differently? I look forward to solving that puzzle someday with more experience.

Page 8 - The page where I felt bad \( T^T)/ what kind of monster would hurt them like this? Raph is trying his best to not worry his siblings, but oh buddy... Anyway, do you know how scary it is when your older sibling is injured? You can know that they are human and capable of being hurt, but that doesn't stop how earth shattering it can feel to see them fighting tears and down for the count. (my older sibling I know you just followed this blog, don't even worry about it, ilyyy)

In the series we see that they are all capable of lifting super heavy objects, Mikey in particular is comically strong, so the struggle here isn't being unable to lift Raph up, but in trying to support him while he struggles to stay upright despite his injuries.

I prefer stories where the characters get equal attention and screentime. Each and every turtle is going through multiple things the same time even if it's not stated outright, don't even worry about it :)

Page 9 - OH boy, some of the faces on this page are so rough and off model, but redoing the first chapter is the comic killer. Returning to improve the beginning of a story is an endless cycle of perfectionism and the reason many web comics and fanfics end. Plus! I think its cool to be able to look back and see the progress! To watch page by page as a comic artist's skills grow over time!

My storytelling style, while frequently lighthearted and silly, is a bit more down to earth than ROTTMNT's usual high comedy tone. I'm glad folks seem to be vibing with it so far!

[itsabouttimex2]

Yandere Cookie Run Kingdom

Dark Cacao Kingdom

A blizzard-ridden kingdom of warriors.

(Dark Cacao Kingdom) (Golden Cheese Kingdom) (Hollyberry Kingdom) (Vanilla Kingdom) (Fairie Kingdom) (Spire of Deceit + Ivory Pagoda) (Land of Spice + Garden of Sweet Delights)

Dark Cacao Cookie:

Quote: “The world has taken too much from me- my friends. My family. My heart. I will not allow it to take you.”

General: Dark Cacao Cookie is stern, he's stoic, he's unfettered will and volition in a bitter dough shell. You are someone soft, small, and sweet, something that comes fragile and demure. If you are easy to find and easy to steal, then His Majesty finds you irresistibly in need of his protection… and at least somewhat capable of plugging up the gaps in his heart.

Justification: He views you as weak. Since the weak don’t survive in their own, the strong are obligated to defend them. It’s simple, short, and to-the-point. You might even be missing a limb, or an eye, or your mental health is obviously poor… to Dark Cacao Cookie, caging you is a righteous act.

Method of Control: Physical isolation. Why bother shadowing you from afar or sending his soldiers to tail your market trips when he can give the order to have you dragged to his castle and locked up in his personal quarters? There’s a small corner of the room dedicated to you, with few luxuries or amenities beyond the basics, though a sparse handful of your belongings have been appropriated to help you “settle in”.

If you happen to be a child, your section of his room is a warm, well-padded playcorner filled with blankets, educational books, and the occasional toy- nothing too extravagant, nothing too unsafe. No training swords, though- unless they’re sewn soft with cotton. Expect his loyal soldiers to serve as occasional playmates in his place- he’s not the sort to bother with whimsy or fun.

Self-Image: Dark Cacao Cookie sees himself as your shield and final defense against the bitterness and cruelty lurking beyond his palace wall. He's harsh? It’s because the world is harsher. He thinks he alone can bear the burden of your safety.

Response To Rejection: Stoic nonchalance. He knew you weren’t going to be happy, knew you’d fight back, knew that the angry “I hate you”s and the wailing “I’m scared”s were coming one way or the other.

Punishments: Essentially, the yandere aspect of his personality is the punishment. You grow too kind, crack through his heart, and then he realizes that you are simply unfit to live in a world he perceives as ruthless- and as you spirited away and put on full lockdown.

Goal: The ultimate and total safety of your being, no matter the cost.

Caramel Arrow Cookie:

Quote: "Even if the whole world shuns you, you will not stand alone- not while I draw breath."

General: Caramel Arrow Cookie is an overprotective watcher, an adoring older sibling figure. Where Dark Cacao Cookie splits the difference between his chances of having an older romantic obsession or a younger platonic one, Caramel Arrow Cookie is almost 100% guaranteed to have a platonic underage obsession.

Justification: You’re precious. In a kingdom of frost and blood, you shine with a warmth that she hasn’t known in years. It’s not about commanding or containing- it’s about protection.

Method of Control: Sisterly love. Caramel Arrow Cookie doesn’t have a single “controlling” bone in her body- instead, she’s constantly doting, pressing warm mugs into your hands, ensuring that you eat lots of jellies, tucking you in at night… she loves you into submission.

Self-Image: Same as always- a loyal guardian to her king and all his people- bust, now, especially you. The protector you don’t even know you need. She sees herself as bearing a noble burden—doing what must be done while you stay blissfully untouched.

Response to Rejection: She’s pained, but her loyalty remains unshaken. “If protecting you makes me your enemy, then so be it.” She’ll cry later -in secret, of course- and then redouble her efforts.

Punishments: None. Caramel Arrow Cookie doesn’t see anything as being worth punishing you over in the first place- she only goes after Cookies who are already soft, sweet, and kind! An individual who does things she finds worthy of “punishment” (eg: theft, assault, murder) are not the kind she’d go yandere for. At worst her target gets bratty or fussy, and she can weather a little unpleasantness.

Ultimate Goal: To be accepted as your guardian, then as your caretaker, and, finally, as your family.

Affogato Cookie:

Quote: “Oh, darling… don’t you think we both deserve a little sweetness?”

General: Charming on the surface and deeply venomous underneath, Affogato Cookie is a master manipulator and a constant snake whispering in your ear. He passes himself off as a concerned friend, hoping to squirm into your personal circle, and then move closer inwards and isolate you out of it to leave you with no potential “rescuers”.

Justification: Twofold. First- You’re special. You’re different. You’re above the drudges in Dark Cacao Cookie’s circle, and above the sycophants in Affogato Cookie’s circle. You’re just more fun than anybody else around! Second- he’s very entitled and selfish. This caffeinated Cookie genuinely believes that he deserves you by nature of being a deserving person.

Method of Control: Manipulation and reputation warfare. He wraps his control in “spiritual wisdom”, “philosophical musings”, and “gentle corrections”. (eg: extreme manipulation and gaslighting) If that doesn’t work? He’ll torch your name behind the scenes of the kingdom’s workings and leave you with nowhere to turn.

Self-Image: He hides it soo well to get a good read on his motivations and desires aside from uncontested power, but Affogato Cookie views himself as a deeply deserving individual who is entitled to much in the world… including you.

Response To Rejection: Narcissistic rage masked with pity. If you do anything to push him away, even unintentionally, he'll not only internally fly off the handle, but he’ll go out of his way to spin a lie that circles the whole palace in little more than a day, ripples through the kingdom by the end of the week, and even reaches to the snowy outposts of the Milk Tribe, far outside the protection of the Dark Cacao Kingdom’s bitter walls.

Suddenly, you seem to be very unpopular… with everyone aside from Affogato Cookie, that is.

Punishments: As mentioned above, the ruining of your reputation, but also frequent belittling disguised as “advice”, manipulation disguised as “disappointment”, and isolation disguised as “needing a break from you”. He’s not good for your mental health.

Ultimate Goal: Who knows? You’re part of it, but aside from that? You probably won’t ever figure out what exactly he wants… until he has it.

Crunchy Chip Cookie:

Quote: “If you need anyone, or anything, even a whole pack of wolves- I’ll be there for you! No matter what!”

General: Crunchy Chip Cookie’s gruff loyalty masks a deep emotional attachment, serving as cover for his wants and desires. To the average eye, he’s just a commander looking out for a rookie soldier- and he slowly warms up to you. In the inside? He’s boiling alive with obsessive love.

Justification: You’re part of his “pack,” and in his mind, that’s sacred. You’re not just a “friend”- you’re the embodiment of everything he’s fighting for! Abandoning you or, worse, letting you get hurt? That’s the same as betraying his kingdom- a failure he won't allow.

Method of Control: Physical proximity and constant presence. He’s always “just passing by” or “on a patrol.” The Cream Wolves are never far behind, and they’re all trained to intervene if you’re ever in any perceived “danger”.

Self-Image: A good soldier, the leader of his pack, and the king’s on-call beast-master. Down-to-earth and steadfastly simple, this plain view of himself greatly obscures any attempts to break free of his control- he’s just a normal guy??

Response To Rejection: As implied above, bewilderment. Crunchy Chip Cookie is one of the lowest-key yanderes around, despite his temper and theoretically high position in the Dark Cacao Kingdom- he genuinely views himself as protecting you the same way he protects everyone under his watch. To him, you’re lashing out over literal nothing?? He’s probably going to assume that you’re either addled or sick.

Punishments: Extra training drills, often performed very early in the morning. Then you spend the night doing chores, often involving repetitive and monotonous labor, and constant rounds of the palace… once you crack and fall apart, he carries you to the bunks and tucks you in… in front of your fellow cadets.

Ultimate Goal: Not only to keep you safe, but also to turn you into a respectable and loyal soldier capable of standing on your own two feet… still safely under his command and taking his orders, of course.

Dark Choco Cookie:

Quote: “…are you… still not afraid of me…?”

General: Uniquely for a yandere, Dark Choco Cookie is an individual who must be pursued by his obsession before he can become obsessed. If you were with him in his childhood days, or at least knew him dearly pre-corruption, and then kept up with him? Stayed by his side even after he gouged the strawberry jam out of his father’s dough? After he fell to Dark Enchantress Cookie’s command? After he turned on Pomegranate Cookie? After he fled to the snowy wilderness? If you have cleared all of those jam-stained trials and tribulations, then, as far as Dark Choco Cookie is concerned, you have earned his heart, his blade, and his life.

Justification: You stayed. That is the be all, end all of his justifications. You found it in your heart to love him, in spite of everything. He’s spiraled so far down a dark, bitter path, cut so many ties, hurt so many people… but you still stayed.

Method of Control: Being the strongest blade around- once you’ve hit the “traveling together across the bitter wilds” phase, Dark Choco Cookie has fallen madly in love and no longer cares for survival or sanctity. He will throw caution to the wind and plunge deeply, madly into any fight, praying for his blade to strike true as he leverages it in your name. On account of fights and ambushes being a common scenario, it’s safest to stay close.

Self-Image: A broken, worthless waste of a Cookie, good only to be monster fodder or worse.

Response To Rejection: None. He genuinely just doesn’t react at all. Unlike his father, who expected to be rejected and despised, Dark Choco Cookie just… shuts down until he can mentally block your refusal pit.

Punishments: Physical harm and mutilation. To himself, that is. Once Dark Choco Cookie falls madly in love with you, the idea of harming becomes outright blasphemous. If you do something he considers awful enough to warrant a punishment, he’ll simply hurt himself instead. After all, surely you would be doing better as person if your “guardian” was less of a monster… and the less of him there is, the less do you his presence can overwhelm.

Ultimate Goal: To return home with you, hand in unlovable hand, and regain some measure of grace in the eyes of his people.

(And perhaps, come to face with a father forgiving enough to officiate a wedding…)

[solkara]

❛ 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 , rhaenyra targaryen ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , you since you were young you would be a sailor just like your father you loved the water but the only thing that you loved more than the sea was your family

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , rhaenyra targaryen x fem! velaryon! sailor! reader

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , so this is gonna be a two part thing for sure cuz I just had so many idea's to write down lol also reader is 3-4 year's older than laenor and laena in this fic also in the next part there might be a bit of rhaenyra's pov heheh

house of the dragon masterlist , next part

⌗ you were the eldest daughter of the sea snake. you had every reason to be as prideful as you were. you were the blood of old valyria and the daughter of the richest house in the seven realms. what wasn't there to be confident of?

⌗ growing up you were given the best of everything. the finest clothes jewellery and food. and while you had always been more on the masculine side. preferring sword fighting and play fighting with your father over more lady like actives. they never punished you for it though. if anything they encouraged it. well your father mostly did.

⌗ and your mother was supportive as long as you kept good manners when attending events and court. which was easy for you as long as you stayed far away from any form of lannister. as they had a natural talent for being able to bore you senseless. but something that never failed to excite you no matter how many times you were told it. were your father's stories of his adventures across the seas.

⌗ you had heard all of the stories more times than you could count. but you didn't care. as each time you heard them you seemed to become more and more fascinated. you begged your father to take you on one. but to your dismay you were always greeted with a firm no. before being told "wait until your older and you will be able to go on a voyage by yourself".

⌗ and so began the patient waiting game. as the years ticked by you were constantly bettering yourself for the day you could finally venture off alone and you became an older sister to laena and laenor. who quickly became your whole world. you adored being an older sister.

⌗ though you wouldn't admit it out loud you were closer with leanor. as laena was always off with the friends she had made in court. while the two of you preferred to spend your days sparring, going for dragon rides together on seasmoke and riptide, and talking about the things you had in common. one of them being. that you preferred goose. and he preferred duck.

⌗ the two of you guarded this secret with your lives and often covered for each other. as the other ventured off to meet with a lover. and when your parents found out about what the two of you had been doing. you defended each other when they said that. "this was just a faze". the two of you would die to protect each other so that made you going away all the more difficult.

⌗ it was your eighteenth name day. and your father had gifted you what you had always dreamed of. your very own ship which you had proudly named tides. in honor of your dragon. with a crew of loyal men to accompany you on your first-ever voyage. the twins did not leave your side all day begging you not to go. it broke your heart. the fact you couldn't take them with you. but you promised him that you would return with gifts for both of them. which calmed the two slightly though they were still upset.

⌗ as you hugged your mother, and kissed your siblings goodbye, you looked to your father who stood their watch. eyes shining with pride as well as unshead tears. pulling him into a hug you felt him burry his face into your hair before inhale your sent. as if he was trying to mentally memories you. as the two of you broke away you couldn't but smile at him.

⌗ and smiled even wider at him when he gifted you two new swords engavred with your name and house velaryon's sigil. and compass which had been attached to a gold chain to make a necklace which was also engraved. thanking your father for the gifts and saying your final goodbyes before departing. on your ship as riptide followed from above as wherever you went he went.

⌗ the moon's you spent at sea where truly some of the best days of your life. you and your crew had become somewhat of a family. spending your days and nights drinking singing songs telling stories and gathering treasure. while exploring the vast seas from essos all the way to yiti.

⌗ during which you indulging in your fair share of women of all shapes sized creeds and colours from common to high borns you had a taste of it all. though you never slept with them more than once. as you were not someone who was easily tied down. seeing yourself like the water free and forever changing.

⌗ you wrote your family often exhanging letters with your father and laenor the most. sharing tales of your adventures and other things that you had done while away. and you did return home to driftmark on rare occasions. once for laenor's wedding. which you didn't really care for as he was clearly miserable and it ended in disaster.

⌗ and the other time was to visit. with both times your parents suggesting you remain home for a while. but you politely declined as now that you had a taste for adventure you were unwilling to part with it. but that would quickly change after a turn of tragic events.

anon , hi !! so i saw that you're currently taking requests, so i have something in my mind, hehe. so, this would be a Rhaenyra x Velaryon fem!reader, and the reader is Laenor's older sister, who is a sailor who just came back from her long voyage on sea after finding out that his brother was murdered. the reader knows that Laenor prefers men more than women as Laenor is also aware that the reader prefers women. the moment the reader has set sail, she immediately heard some rumors how Rhaenyra ordered someone to kill her brother, and this sparked some hatred towards Rhaenyra. but, on the other hand, Rhaenyra is quite taken by the aura and confidence that the reader is giving. Rhaenyra made it her mission to try and properly explain the situation to the reader without the prying eyes and ears. Rhaenyra's only problem is that the reader doesn't trust her enough to be in a secluded room with her alone, whereas the reader is always glaring and avoiding to be near at Rhaenyra anytime the reader spots her in her point of view. you can choose the ending hehe >_<

[wileys-russo]

filling the void (5) II a.putellas x sister!reader

prequel one two three four

warning for just like...a lot of angst? but also, some more steps forward and a little comfort filling the void (5) II a.putellas x sister!reader

"because the last time someone i loved when into hospital, he never came back."

after hearing that alexia's blood ran cold and she stepped away, wanting to give you a little privacy as her ears burned from already having heard too much.

she settled herself on the lounge trying to focus on finding something to watch, pretending like she wasn't fighting every temptation to grab you and pull you into a hug and never ever let go again.

a short while later you returned, alexia glancing at you and trying not to notice the obvious tear tracks on your face as you mumbled something about using the bathroom and darted away.

washing your face you spared no time going through your usual skin care routine, trying to shake the piercing anxiety in the back your head about your mami and her condition.

you padded into your room and with the weather taking an oddly cool turn tonight you rummaged around your wardrobe looking for your favourite hoodie.

you let out a squeal as you tugged at something and suddenly a bag tumbled down onto your head. swearing under your breath you bent down to repack its contents, making a mental note that you needed to donate the old clothes inside you'd had sitting there for far too long.

but it was something entirely unexpected that had your breath catching, having forgotten about it all together since you'd stuffed it into the bag intending to donate it alongside your clothing you'd grown out of.

you sat cross legged on the floor holding it in your hands, staring at it as memories flooded your mind and you were so caught up in them you didn't even hear alexia call out to check you were okay after hearing the thump of the bag falling.

when you didn't respond she came to check on you, her head peering around your doorway and curious hazel eyes softening as they found you. calling out again you didn't hear her, only becoming somewhat aware of your sisters presence as she carefully took a seat beside you, not too close but still enough that you knew she was there.

seeing the turmoil of emotions flashing through your eyes as you stared at it in your hands once again alexia wanted nothing more than to wrap you in a bone crushing hug and never let you go again, determined to protect you from the world and all the pain that came with it.

but the warnings of both her mami and her girlfriend echoed in her mind and she ignored the itching in her hands to reach for you, knowing that especially now more than ever she needed to let you come to her.

her own eyes falling on the object clutched tightly in your hands brought forth an entire sea of unique memories and emotions for your sister, at first taking her back to a time in which you needed her and she needed you just as much if not more.

and when you'd all lost him was a feeling that no amount of time passed would ever make alexia forget.

she'd been stood at his bed with alba by her side, holding his hand and telling him about the match she'd played that afternoon and the goal she'd scored and dedicated to him.

he'd smiled tiredly but barely had the energy to hold his eyes open let alone speak, and neither alexia or alba could stand the silence so they made sure never to allow it to grow, filling every quiet pocket with a new story or comment.

eli was sat in the chair on his other side, hand settled on his head and a watchful eye on a much younger you who was sat on the floor playing with a handful of matchbox cars, the small pieces of metal some of the only reminders you'd have of your papi as you grew older.

he had a friend at work whose wife worked in the factory where they were made, and every now and then he'd come home and gift you with a new one.

growing up a family of three kids meant you weren't always rewarded with the luxury of new toys or new books or new games, all three of you lived in hand me downs or homemade clothes for most of your childhood, not that you minded.

"fresa." eli warned softly as you made a rather loud noise mimicking an engine, smashing one of the cars into the leg of the chair you were sat by and nearly toppling it over, catching her eye and falling quiet.

you were again far too young to understand the truth of what was happening, and as you grew older your family all fell into a silent agreement that perhaps they'd kept you a little too sheltered around what was really going on.

which was why when a large group of family members arrived, visitors having been in and out all day saying their prayers or goodbyes, you looked up in confusion. you frowned as one of your tio's pinched your cheek hello and his wife gave you a weird watery smile.

your confusion grew as the crowd of people around your papi all fussed over him, some of them with tears in their eyes as one of your tia's began to pray, tightly holding your mami's hand.

"hey fresita, lets go for a walk?" you met your eldest sisters eye as she now crouched down beside you, a tired smile on her face as she sensed you were beginning to become overwhelmed at not understanding what was going on.

as you nodded your sister lifted you up and onto her hip, aware you were starting to become a little bigger and heavier but still she would hold and carry you for as long as you let her.

"my cars." you struggled for a moment in her grip as she let you down, kneeling and opening the backpack she'd packed for you when eli couldn't, zipping it up once your cars were safely inside and helping you shrug it on before picking you up again

"alba, venga hermana." alexia softly tapped her younger sisters shoulder who had moved aside to allow older family members to be by the bedside, hugging herself and stood in the corner.

eli caught her eldest daughter eye as she finished her prayer, sending her an appreciative smile before her attention was captured again and alexia left the room, you on her hip and alba tucked into her side.

not a word was said between the three of you as alexia tried to ignore the sad looks tossed your way by the nurses at the ward desk as you passed, knowing all too well which room you'd come from and the inevitable outcome which could happen any day now.

"can we get food?" you finally broke the silence, a small chuckle leaving both your sisters mouths as you all stepped into the elevator. "sí pequeña, we can get food." alexia bounced you as you smiled and nodded.

"mami usually brings snacks when we go out." the seemingly innocent and harmless comment had the air sucked right out of the confined space of the elevator, both of your sisters faces hardening.

"mami is just looking after papi right now fresa. but you will always have me and alba to look after you, vale?" alexia promised firmly, kissing your cheek as you nodded, her smile growing just slightly as you kissed her cheek in return.

"thats why you're my best friend ale." you yawned a little tiredly, head resting on her shoulder as the elevator opened now reaching the ground floor. "hey what about me?" alba protested, moving to your other side and poking at you making you grin and push her hand away.

"alexia is my best friend, you're alexias best friend, and im your best friend." you explained as alba ohh'd with an over enthusiastic nod. "what if you're not my best friend?" she teased with a smile as you frowned unhappily.

"only joking fresita, you might be annoying but you will always be my best friend." alba smiled as you huffed. "you're annoying, and old and grumpy." you stuck your tongue out which she returned.

"yeah? well when you're older and grumpier i promise to be just as annoying as you are and we'll see how you like it!" you squirmed as her fingers tickled your sides and you kicked your legs at her, alexia smiling at the interaction and kissing your head.

placing you down she gave alba some money and sent her off to the canteen to get some food for the three of you, noticing that the moment she put you down you hugged her leg, eyes roaming the hospital nervously.

she couldn't blame you, alexia hated it here and she knew what it meant. for you this was probably much more overwhelming, not understanding anything but easily able to pick up on the chaos of it all.

there were women crying, children yelling, nurses and doctors talking in serious tones with serious faces, machines beeping, weird smells, beds with wheels being pushed around and very tired looking people sleeping on them.

just last week you'd accidentally seen a man be wheeled past whose leg was split wide open down to the bone, eli barely able to cover your eyes in time as he was rushed past and you were quickly handed over to alba who raced you outside for some fresh air as your eyes filled with tears.

so as you clung to her leg and stared around clearly on the brink of distress your sister tugged gently on your collar gaining your attention as you looked up at her and she nodded her head forward, taking your hand and walking.

alexia walked the two of you in the direction of the gift store, scooping you back up onto her hip as she entered and sent the woman at the counter a small smile.

"we gettin something for papi?" you questioned with a small frown as alexia shook her head. "no, for you." she poked at your nose, soft smile growing as your face lit up. "really?" you asked happily as alexia nodded and walked the pair of you around for awhile.

"what about this?" alexia grabbed a small red bear she spied hidden beneath a pile of stuffed animals, balancing you on her hip with one hand as she held it up with the other.

"its red like a strawberry!" you chirped happily in approval making your sister laugh. "you and your strawberries. no wonder we call you fresa, you will one day turn into a strawberry." you giggled as she poked at your stomach but handed you the bear.

"will not!" "will too!" "will not!" "will too."

"what are you gonna name it nena?" alexia questioned once she'd paid for the small bear and placed you back down on your feet, one of your hands securely held in hers as the other hugged your new friend and the two of you headed toward the canteen to find alba.

"red." you stated as alexia gave you a funny look. "you are calling it red?" your sister questioned as you again nodded, giving it a kiss and tucking it under your arm.

"thats a colour though hermanita, don't you want to give it a real name?" alexia asked as you shook your head. "red is a real name! its her name." you were undeterred, spotting alba and trying to run toward her but your sisters grip on your hand prevented so.

"no running please fresa, not here." alexia warned gently as you nodded and hugged red, mumbling an apology as your sister brushed a few stray flyaway hairs out of your face.

"look!" you presented your new friend to your other sister who scooted her chair back, allowing you to climb up and into her lap as alexia sat across from her, a tray of food sat on the table in between them.

"her name is red, ale got her for me." you proudly announced as alba snickered. "red? thats just st-" the girl started, hissing as alexia kicked her under the table and shot her a warning look. "thats very cute fresita." alba looked down at your tiny hopeful face and pinched your cheek, kissing your forehead and encouraging you to eat.

once the three of you finished your food you made your way back toward the room, your new little friend working wonders to brighten your mood as you chattered your sisters ears off, your hand again held tightly in alexias much larger one to stop you running off.

though as you all arrived and alexia heard the sound of eli's sobs, clearly taking a private moment with her husband now she was alone with him, alexia stopped in her tracks as her stomach lurched hearing the foreign noise.

of course everyone had cried the moment he fell sick, even more when despite the best efforts it was deemed terminal and there was no longer anything that could be done, it was just a matter of waiting as the days passed and his condition deteriorated.

knowing that not with bad intentions your chatter and questions would likely make things worse alexia didn't continue forward, exchanging a look with alba as they held a quick silent conversation and nodded in agreement.

"hey i wanna see mami and papi." you frowned as alexia turned and headed back for the elevator, near dragging you with her now as you fought to tug your hand free.

"i wanna show them red! ale stop, let go!" your sister winced at the sob you let out when she didn't do as you asked. instead she pulled you with her and alba back to the elevator, your cries echoing throughout the ward as alba nudged her and as soon as alexia let go you tried to run but alba was faster.

"no! put me down! no no!" you struggled in her grip, your arms pinned to your side as you tried hitting out at her, not understanding why they wouldn't let you go back to the room as instead you were back in the elevator again.

"hey hey fresa, look at me nena por favor." your body heaved as you sniffled and choked back a sob, alexia cradling your face in her heads which had gone bright red. "breathe hermana, in and out." she cooed softly as you hiccuped and shook your head.

"i wanna see mami!" you choked out, alba rubbing gently at your back. "mami needs some adult time with papi, you can see her later promesa." alexia promised, swiping at the tears which leaked from the corners of your eyes.

"now." you huffed stubbornly as alexia shook her head. "no fresa, later. there is a garden here, do you want to go see it?" you hesitated at that, albas hand still rubbing at your back as you slowly nodded.

"okay. now can you breathe please hermanita? in and out." again your sister demonstrated as you copied, yours a little shakier as by the time you all exited the elevator you'd calmed yourself down a little with her help.

the three of you walked in silence out to the small courtyard garden in the middle of the hospital, alba putting you down as her and alexia sat down at a bench and you wandered off with red still in their sights.

a sniffle broke the silence which still grew between them, alexia glancing to her side to see her younger sister wiping at her eyes with the edge of her sleeve, head turned away from her.

"ven aquí hermana." alexia spoke softly, lifting her arm and pulling the younger girl into a tight hug, her head resting on alexia's shoulder as the sniffles continued, the eldest putellas fighting back tears of her own knowing now she needed to be strong.

alba hurried to try and hide her tears as you returned but you'd already seen them, frowning up at her as she tried to smile. "you sad?" you asked your sister as alexia lifted you up to stand on the bench in between them.

"a little, estoy bien." alba assured with another sniffle, taken a little off guard as you launched at her, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck. "its okay to be sad al." you patted her back making both girls smile.

you had always been an affection person especially when you were younger, your entire family quite affectionate it was no surprise but it was during this time that your hugs meant that little bit more even if you were too young to realise why.

"gracias fresita, te quiero." alba whispered, more tears welling up at the gesture as you hugged her tightly, red clutched in one hand. alexia watched on with a fond smile, still swallowing her own emotions and pushing them down for the sake of her sisters.

she was the eldest, it was her job to look after the two of you and make sure you were okay first, her needs came second and she was fine with that if it meant you and alba were as okay as you could be and knew that she would be there for both of you anytime and anyway needed.

but that didn't mean that you both didn't pick up on her needs every now and then too. which is exactly why when you deemed alba was okay your small form latched onto alexia next, arms slung around her neck as she squeezed you.

"estoy bien pequeña." alexia assured as you let go, your sister moving you to stand on her knees as your hands grabbed at her shoulders to steady yourself. "everyone needs a hug sometimes and you said mine are the best." you reminded making both girls chuckle.

"i did say that didn't i? and they are the very best fresa, the very very best."

your papi passed away in his sleep that night, and it was more than assured to say that your hugs were in high high demand.

"red." you finally spoke, still looking down at the bear in your hands as alexia hummed, meeting your eyes and sending you a small smile before your gaze dropped again.

a soft smile curled into your own features as your finger traced over the faded red bear, tugging gently at the small sweater which it wore that of course had a strawberry right in the centre. "i remember when abuela knitted that." alexia spoke up again nodding to the item of clothing.

"mami had to hand wash it because i kept trying to feed red strawberries and got it all dirty." you puffed air from your nose, the closest thing to a laugh you could manage now still swamped beneath the symphony of memories, thoughts and feelings washing down over you.

"abuela gave it to me at papi's funeral." you remembered, thumb rubbing small circles against a particularly faded patch of fur, just as you used to do whenever you were nervous about something and much much younger, always having red with you through it all.

another bout of silence fell between you two until eventually alexia decided to test the waters.

"can i ask you something hermana?" your sister asked gently as you nodded, still focused down on the bear in your hands not having paid it a single thought for a long time now, the moment you started to feel your sisters pulling away had red shoved out of sight as well, a little too painful in a different way all together than you had felt before.

"is it because of him that you don't want to go and see mami in hospital?" alexia didn't even need to specify who as your stomach clenched uncomfortably and the anxiety returned, your chest tightening a little.

you took a moment and for a second alexia feared she'd crossed a line, readying an apology but you nodded before she could say another word, a cocktail of both sadness and relief flooding her body.

"but i don-" you looked up and started as your sister shook her head, tentatively reaching a hand out to rest it on your shoulder, again relieved when you made no move to push it off.

"we do not need to talk about it now if you don't want to. but i meant what i said, you will always have me to look after you hermana. i have not been very good at showing that lately and i do not know how else to say sorry with words-" her hand moved slowly to rest on your cheek and again you made no move to push her away.

"-but i have to let my actions show it now. and i love you fresa, very much. mami will be okay, but i promise you that you would never ever be alone." you could only give a stiff nod at her words, your sister sensing you were slightly overwhelmed and removing her hand, slowly getting up to her feet.

"buenas noches hermana, i am just down the hall if you need anything." alexia promised softly as again you nodded, sending her a tiny smile but even that was reward enough for alexia as she left you and headed for her childhood room.

as everything crashed down on you your body plunged into exhaustion, forcing yourself up and kicking aside the bag of clothes, tiredly rubbing your eyes and closing your bedroom door with a soft click.

nobody would know but you, but as you slipped into bed and flicked off your lamp, red was clutched tightly in your hands as your eyes slammed shut and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

alexia on the other hand was wide awake, wandering around her childhood room which felt like a time capsule, hardly changed since the day she moved out.

rummaging through her wardrobe she froze seeing a faded nike box pushed up against the back, hidden behind a stack of old textbooks which she quickly moved out of the way, coughing slightly as she blew off the thin layer of dust which coated the top.

taking a seat on her bed she placed the box down in front of her, gingerly opening the top and her body going limp as it was confirmed the contents were indeed what she thought they might be.

before she had time to rifle through and look at anything her phone rang and she jumped in surprise, her girlfriends contact name and number flashing across the screen as alexia clicked answer.

"hola mi amor." the older girl greeted which was returned, the two catching up about their days as olga pretended not to notice that part of alexia asking so many questions about her girlfriends day was to avoid speaking much about hers.

though with some gentle prompting she opened up a little, olga listening attentively as she did. "red is an adorable name." olga chuckled in an attempt to ease the obvious emotional discourse the blonde was feeling after she'd explained the backstory to the small bear.

"its a colour, not a name mi vida." "you could argue that fresa is a fruit, not a name amor." olga countered, stunning alexia into silence for a moment. "see? you cannot disagree." her girlfriend laughed as alexia sighed but agreed none the less.

"then i found a box in my wardrobe, i forgot it was there but i tore my room apart when i moved trying to find it to take with me and i thought someone had thrown it away." alexia admitted as olga hummed.

"its my fresa box." the blonde murmured quietly, switching her girlfriend to facetime and propping her phone up on the nightstand and moving around a little.

"your fresa box?" olga encouraged her to elaborate but gently, not wanting to push her as she could clearly see the pain masked in her lovers eyes, her poker face unreadable to most but olga could always see right through it.

"sí. it has notes, drawings, holiday cards, pictures, all things she gave and made me when she was little." a fond smile curled into alexia's features as she carefully rifled through the box, holding things up to show her girlfriend whose own face was filled with joy at the sight.

"fresa wrote all of that?" olga asked with raised eyebrows and a grin as alexia finished reading out an essay you'd had to write in school about your hero, and you'd chosen alexia.

"oh mi amor." olgas tone softened seeing the singular tear escaped the corner of her lovers eye, quickly wiped away as alexia cleared her throat. "hey, ale. don't do that, you don't need to run away from your feelings with me." olga promised as alexia attempted to change subject.

"i just-" alexia tried to speak but could only shake her head, no words coming out despite just how much she had to say. "you miss her cariño, sí?" olga echoed softly as alexia nodded.

"and this is probably how she has felt if not worse when she thought alba and i did not care about her anymore. i made her feel like this! my fresa." alexia managed out, eyes squeezed shut as she inhaled shakily, her girlfriend encouraging her to breathe slowly while still assuring it was okay for her to feel this way, it was okay for her to cry.

"she loves you alexia, she always will. you know how you made her feel which is why you will not let it happen again, and you have the rest of your life to prove that to her amor." olga promised sincerely as alexia nodded, wiping quickly at the corner of her eye with the collar of her shirt.

"i remember this." alexia was even faster to change topics, grabbing out a drawing as her girlfriend watched three or four different emotions flicker through her hazel eyes before she turned the page.

"your tattoo." olga smiled in recognition as alexia nodded, the drawing in question one you'd done for her not long after juame had passed and you'd returned to school, still not quite understanding that he wouldn't be coming home again.

alexia's head was covered with a hood, ignoring the pitying looks of the parents around her who had obviously heard what happened, hoping the scowl on her face would ward off any attempts at talking to her.

though it melted the moment she locked eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your eyes lit up and you sprinted toward her, seemingly never any less excited to see her despite the fact she picked you up from school practically every day.

"catch me!" alexia bent down and scooped you up as you dropped your backpack and leapt at her, but she didn't spin you around like normal and gently pushed away your hand when you tried to pull her hood down to see her properly.

"you're not going to football?" you asked a little confused as why your sister wasn't dressed for training like normal and she shook her head wordlessly, grabbing your backpack in her free hand and quickly leaving before anyone had the chance to try and talk to her.

though apparently she wasn't fast enough as someone called out her name and she sighed recognizing your teacher waving her down as she lingered at the school gates and contemplated for a moment just making a run for it.

"stay here please fresa." you were placed back down on your feet and the oddly serious tone of your sisters voice had you rooted in place as alexia stepped away for a moment to speak with your teacher.

"lo siento for the bother alexia, i was going to call your mami but i am sure there is a lot going on at home." the woman started gently as alexia gave a tight lipped smile and crossed her arms across her chest, keeping one eye on you over the womans shoulder as one of your classmates had wandered over to chat with you.

"look i just-your hermana drew something in class today, a picture of your family." the woman started as alexia's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "she draws every day." her reply was sharp, clearly thinking this was a waste of time.

"no no lo siento, a picture of all your family. i complimented her on it and she said it was all of you in heaven visiting your papi, and that she really hoped you would all be able to go there to see him there soon." the womans words were much softer now and concern was clear in her eyes for what the younger girls reaction would be who stayed silent.

"i didn't want to overstep by correcting her. but alexia, if you or your familia need anything, please know i am here." the woman promised as alexia swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded, mumbling out a quiet gracias and turning quickly to head back toward you.

"venga fresa." your sister held her hand out which you grabbed, waving goodbye to your friends as the two of you left the school, alexia stuck in her thoughts and only half listening as you started to chatter on about your day as you always would.

"ale." she came to at a tug on her sleeve, looking down at you. "lo siento nena, what did you need?" she stopped walking and bent down to your height with a tired smile which didn't reach her eyes as you pointed to your backpack.

presenting it to you you unzipped it, shoving your arm in and feeling around with a frown before pulling out an apple as alexia made a face. "fresa i packed this for you on monday!" she cringed plucking it from your hand and glancing around before tossing it into a bush.

"i drew this for you." you finally found what you were looking for, offering her a piece of paper. swallowing hard alexia's eyes roamed the artwork and a lump formed in her throat as your teachers words came to fruition.

"its you and me and alba and mami and papi in heaven! you were sad this morning so i drew it for you. maybe we can go see papi in heaven today? i did a drawing for him too." your little face was filled with such innocence and hope it crushed alexia's heart like someone ran over her with a truck as she wanted to throw up.

"no lo siento fresa, we can't go see papi in heaven. but lets go for a walk in the park pequeña, i think we need to have a big girl talk."

"you had to explain heaven to her?" olga asked in disbelief as alexia sighed with a small shrug.

"someone had to. we all agreed as she got older we should have done more when he was sick to explain what was happening but...she was just so little, so happy, so innocent." alexia breathed out with a pained wince.

"she went out of her way even if she didn't understand why everyone was sad to try and cheer us up, i needed her and alba just as much as they needed me. mami was...she was grieving amor. she did her best but there was slack and i picked it up, i had to be there for them." alexia forced out a small smile as olga's face softened.

"but mi corazón, who was there for you?" the girl asked softly as alexia sighed again, fingers instinctively tucking under her shirt to trace the tattoo on her ribs.

the five of you in stick figure form holding hands, your drawing for your sister which was now and would always be with alexia inked to her skin, forever.

~

your day hadn't started as you'd hoped.

when you woke up your sleep last night had been anything but restful, waking up multiple times throughout the night as your chest tightened with anxiety the back of your eyes ached with exhaustion.

you'd quickly called in sick to work, a small smile on your face as your boss had joked he was almost going to cancel your shift if you didn't slow down to look after yourself before promising you'd be able to take all the time you needed.

word spread quickly through the clinic as texts of support poured in from your friends and coworkers, all encouraging you reach out should you need anything which you were very grateful for.

when your door was still closed two hours after you were supposed to have left for work alexias own body relaxed a little, relieved you were finally taking a day for yourself and stepping outside onto the balcony to have a coffee and make a few phone calls.

your sister was surprised that when she returned you were awake, your back to her as you made a coffee of your own. though soon as it was done with a tired smile you headed back to your own room again.

alexia gave you your own space until lunch time, knocking at your door as you responded and she pushed it open.

"do you want to go get sushi for lunch?" your sister questioned, knowing you hadn't eaten all day she already had back ups in mind if you declined but to her shock you gave her a nod, asking for some time to shower and change.

you didn't say a word the entire car ride clearly lost in your own head, barely batting an eyelash as alexia pulled up in front of alba's house and your sister joined you in the car, sharing a look with alexia who subtly shook her head, the radio filling the silence of the journey.

but as you turned down a familiar road you seemed to come more to attention, pulling your head off the window and frowning, a small scoff leaving your mouth as alexia pulled into the hospital parking complex.

"funny looking sushi restaurant." you muttered sinking into your seat once alexia found a park. "i can't believe you lied to me." you shook your head angrily at the deception.

"i didn't. we will get sushi hermana, just after you see mami." alexia decreed as you shook your head again and crossed your arms. "im not getting out of the car." you refused stubbornly as alexia sighed.

"you will." "i won't." "you will." "i won't." "you will." "i won't."

"this is ridiculous. fresa, get out of the car!" alba intervened as you glanced to the back seat and shot her a filthy look which didn't deter her.

"alba." alexia gave her a look of her own as she backed down and got out of the car herself, closing the door and leaving you with your eldest sister.

"she's awake."

your head snapped sideways to look at her with a frown. "you're lying." you decided as alexia shook her head. "no, the hospital called me this morning. but i wanted to give you a little time to yourself first before we came, but she is awake and stable fresa, i promise." alexia assured softly as you wrenched your eyes away.

"she's not going anywhere hermanita, but we shouldn't keep her waiting, she's still very tired." alexia added on, reaching over to gently squeeze your knee before she opened her door.

you watched for a few minutes as your sisters spoke with one another, clearly about you as they glanced back to the car every few seconds with a shake or a nod, likely planning to drag you from the car themselves if you refused much longer.

so with an exhausted exhale you unbuckled yourself, hauling ass out of the car and closing the door, wordlessly following after your sisters toward the hospital.

the closer you got the more your stomach twisted and clearly your apprehension was written across your face as your sisters slowed just slightly to fall into step with you, now both stood protectively either side of your shorter form.

"can i go by myself?" you asked quietly as you all signed in and arrived to the coronary ward, glancing past them both to eli's room as they shared a look. "sure hermana, we'll be right out here if you need anything." alba promised as you nodded and they stepped aside, your legs feeling like jelly the closer you got to her room as they hung back watching you go.

it was as if you were a balloon and someone stuck a pin in you the moment you entered her room and caught her eye, deflating entirely and crumpling as you dragged yourself to her bed side.

"mami." you managed to whisper out, dropping into the chair by her side as she smiled tiredly and reached for you, your face buried into her shoulder as her hands cradled your head.

"mi hija pequeña." she spoke, her voice flooding your body with relief as tears welled up and you hugged her tightly, though still very carefully as you were more than away of the amount of wires which protruded from her skin.

"you're okay." you whispered again as you pulled back and wiped your eyes, eli smiling with a nod. "i am okay. not going anywhere hija, takes more than that to kill me." you knew it was a joke but you frowned, the older woman apologizing and pushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.

"i was so scared mami. you just...you collapsed, you weren't breathing, i didn't know what to do or how to help." your voice broke as you forced back the tears which were clawing their way up.

"but you did help fresita, you did everything right. but i am so sorry for scaring you mi hija, lo siento mucho." eli apologised, voice full of remorse as you shook your head dismissing it.

"no. i am just glad you're okay mami." you promised, taking her outstretched hand, your intertwined fingers resting on her mattress. at her request you filled her in on everything that had been going on the last few days, not leaving out many details as you never did, always the most honest with the woman you trusted more than anyone.

"oh nena i am not going anywhere, i promise." the womans own eyes near filled with tears as you managed to force out the story of finding red and all the turmoil of memories which had surfaced being back at the hospital all those years ago.

"mi fresa. i need to tell you some things, about some of my regrets in life." eli spoke softly, giving your hand a squeeze as you frowned in confusion but nodded for her to continue.

"even before your papi was sick i worked a lot, so did he. we needed the money so i took up night work, so did he. it meant i relied on your hermana's to look after each other but mostly after you, you were still so young and...well to look after someone that age can be a lot." eli started gently as you nodded for her to go on.

"then when your papi was sick i relied on them more, alexia especially. your hermana did for you things i should have done for you as your mami, she shouldered the responsibilities of a parent when she was barely a teenager and that was not fair on her fresa, i was not fair to put her in that position." eli paused to cough as you hurried to help her sit up a little more and grab her a glass of water which she sipped at and placed back down.

"when your papi passed i was grieving heavily, we all were. but again, alexia had responsibilities on her shoulders that were far too heavy, far too much for a teenager and a daughter herself. she took on not only her grief but also mine, and alba's, and yours, she stepped in when i pulled back. your hermana pushed her grief down and bottled up her feelings to care for everyone elses, she has always done so." eli explained again squeezing your hand.

"in a way i stole part of alexia's youth with how much responsibility was put on her, i never ever meant to, and i do not blame anyone but myself for not noticing sooner. it is something i have to learn to live with, and that your sister will never understand, to her its just...how it was, how she needed to be." eli continued as you stayed silent letting her speak.

"but fresa, alexia loves you more than anyone in the entire world, she has from the very second you were born. you were a gift to this family and alexia has always maybe looked at you as a little more than her hermana. i am not excusing how your sisters made you feel mi fresita, but if you hear them out you might find they did not mean to make you feel that way." eli seemed to finish with that as you could only nod, choking back tears and afraid if you attempted to speak that dam would break all together.

"so promise me you will hear them out." you again nodded at that, eli raising your adjoined hands to her mouth and softly kissing your hand before you leaned in to hug her again, head resting against her chest and closing your eyes, memorizing the sound of her heartbeat as her hand ran through your hair.

"te quiero hija mia."

~

promising to be back tomorrow and to send your sisters in next you'd quickly darted off to the bathroom to rinse your face and take a moment to yourself, overwhelmed with emotion as you bit down on your shirt to stop your sobs being audible.

after a few minutes you'd calmed enough to regulate your breathing, rinsing your face again and exhaling, wincing at your reflection but leaving the ward bathroom.

you found alba sat where you'd left her, alexia nowhere to be seen.

"i think she went to call olga." alba shrugged as you questioned her whereabouts, checking you were okay as you nodded and she hurried off to see eli, all of you having been warned by the doctor that having just woken up she would obviously be exhausted and likely need to rest soon.

you waited around for awhile but when alexia didn't return you decided to look for her, eventually seeing the back of her tall figure at the end of the hallway where there was a small kitchenette with tea and coffee for visistors, nobody else around.

though as you grew closer you soon realised why your sister had made sure that was the case, hearing the tears in her voice as she held the phone to her ear.

"-and sí i know mami is okay now but its just bringing back all of the memories from before and i was so worried that she would not wake up and-" feeling eyes on her back you shrunk as alexia's head whipped around and spotted you.

quickly murmuring something and hanging up the phone she furiously wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat, trying to cover up the fact she'd been crying as she sent you a forced smile.

"how was-" alexia didn't get another word out before you'd closed the gap between the two of you and your body barreled into hers, your arms wrapping around her in a tight hug as your sister almost fell over not having expected this in a million years.

it took a moment for her to register what was happening before her arms wrapped around you in turn, your face pressed into her shoulder as the two of you just held one another in silence, both needing it just as much as the other did.

"i love you alexia."

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six

[huggybearhughes43]

all three boys cause i’m a dirty slut for the hughes brothers 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight

Hughes brothers x Fem! Reader

This is pt.3 of my Hughes brothers series here’s pt.2 and pt.1 for context!

Warnings- smut, raw dawgin, anal, oral (f and m! Receiving), cream pie, cum swallowing, foursome, lowkey a lot of cutsie fluff

Summary- Jack and Luke convince reader to go to the lake house with them, even though she knows the second she’s face to face with the oldest brother that she’d be embarrassed.

Word count- 3.6k

My head leaned against the window of jacks back seat with my legs propped up on Luke’s. Somehow, the pair had convinced me to stay at the lake house for a week. In which means, I am to stay with all three brothers as well as their parents. Adding to that, god knows Jack invited Trevor as well as Cole. The feeling of Luke rubbing his hand back and forth on my ankle and the sound of Jack humming along to a song on the radio puts my right to sleep.

My eyes flutter open at a familiar feeling of a turn into the driveway of the lake house. I sit up as Jack parks the car. I look at Luke, a frown playing on my face. “Just kill me now and save me the embarrassment of seeing Quinn.” Luke smiles and nudges me, “it won’t be that bad, he’s a gentleman.” Luke holds his pinky out, “I pinky promise.” I sigh and unlock my pinky with his before stepping out of the car. Luke grabs my bag and his before making his way inside. I follow quickly after him.

The second I walk through the front door I run smack into someone’s chest. I apologize, stepping back and looking up at the person, my hands on their chest to stable myself. My face flushes and I mentally curse myself. “Hey, Quinn.” I realize my hands were still on his chest and I quickly take them back. “Hey, y/n.” He smirks, “you seem tense.” I roll my eyes. “If you think you’re funny, you’re not.” Both of our attentions are pulled away from each other when Jim and Ellen walk in.

I smile and walk up to them, pulling them into a hug. My family knew theirs since we were kids, practically growing up with the Hughes and counting their parents as a second pair to me. Jim and Ellen and Hug me back tightly and speak that they were going to their room to but their things away. I nod, smiling at them as they walk away. I was truly happy to see them. The happiness moment, soiled by Quinn. His arms were crossed on his chest as he smirked meanly, “do they know what you’ve been sneaking around to do with their sons, because I think they should kn-“ “Quinn, leave her alone.” Luke cuts him off as he enters the room. The older brother shrugs, “I’m just saying.”

“Do they know you said you wanted a turn?” I shrug and walk past the two brothers. “Just saying.” I walk up the flight of stairs and into the room I’d be staying in. Ever since I was a kid, I shared the room with Luke while at their home, that seemed to have transferred over to the lake house. I sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes. My head perks up when I hear the door crack open. Luke walks in, scratching his neck, “I’m sorry about him.” I shake my head, “don’t be” I flip backwards to lay down on the bed. “But what happened to him being a gentleman?” Luke laughs as my words, I feel the bed dip down as Luke crawls up the bed to lay down next to me. “I thought he would be.” He explains as he traces shapes on the part of my chest exposed from the tank top I was wearing.

I turn my head to look at Luke, smiling when our eyes meet. “It’s okay” I mumble before pressing my lips to his. After a moment of enjoying his soft kisses, he pulls away. He props head up on the palm of his hand, his other hand using its thumb to rub my cheek. “Jack and Quinn were asking me if I wanted to take the beat out on a test drive tonight, wanna come?” “That sounds like hell.” Luke smiles, “pretty please?” I sigh at Luke’s pleading tone. “Fine.” I sit up in the bed. He smiles and hugs me from behind, kissing pecks on my neck. “Thank you.”

The sun peaked through the windows in Luke and I’s shared room as I unpack my clothes. I was alone, looking through my swimsuits as Jack walks into the room. “Luke and Quinn are getting the boat ready, it’ll get cold tonight on the water you should probably change.” I nod to his words, telling him I heard but he stops in the doorway. “Can’t wait to see you in those.” He laughs jokingly as he eyes my bathing suits. “Jack?” I bat my eyelashes at him convincingly. He swallows, “yeah?” My expression drops, “get out.” Jack huffs dramatically and leaves the room, closing the door behind him for privacy.

I put on some sweatpants and a white t shirt before making my way down the stairs and out into the backyard. “Stay safe, sweetie! Don’t let those boys be bad influences.” Ellen calls from the kitchen, I turn to reassure her that I’d be safe. I turn back around and exit through the back door, walking through their back yard to the dock. Luke holds out his hand as I approach the boat. I thank him and grab his hand as I step into the boat. Quinn was at the wheel while Jack was sitting at the back of the boat. Luke leads me to sit down with him at the front, pulling me flush against his chest as Quinn starts the boat. I adjust myself to lay down, using Luke as a pillow.

I bask in the remainder of the days sun while Quinn finds a place to anchor. My eyes only open to realize the sun has set completely when Quinn stops the boat. I look back as Jack tosses the anchor over the edge of the back of the boat. Luke stands up moments after I sit up. I look up at him questionable as he tugs his shirt off. “What are you-“ I’m cut off my Luke doing a front flip into the water off the side of the boat. The splash from impact soaks me. I gasp and stand up. Luke re-emerges from the water laughing, knowing exactly what he just did.

Jack follows soon after, doing the exact same thing as Luke. “Come on, y/n! The waters not that cold!” Luke shouts from the water. I cross my arms and shake my head, muttering no. I gasp when I feel a hand loop around my waist. Quinn lifts me tightly, not letting me get out of his grasp, no matter how much I struggle. “Quinn, wait! Wait- stop!” He walks over the edge not budging as I try to wiggle out of his grasp. The two boys in the water cheer Quinn on. “Wait!” I shout, trying to hold onto Quinn’s shoulders but I’m too late as he tosses me into the lake. I gasp for air as I come back up. “You asshole!” I shout up to Quinn who was still the on the boat. He laughs and follows what the other two brothers did. He tugs off his shirt and jumps off the side into the water with us.

I wipe the water off of my face from the splash. When Quinn comes up for air I splash him. “You’re an asshole” I repeat and he laughs again. “You’re just being dramatic.” I notice the other two boys swimming towards the boat to get back on and I follow them. I climb up the ladder with Quinn presumably close behind. The second I step back onto the boat Jack whistles. Luke’s face was a bright shade of pink as he covers his mouth in attempt to hold back his laugh. I don’t put two and two together until Quinn walks past me and looks down at my chest, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

I quickly realize my stupid mistake, covering my chest with my arms. “All of you are assholes.” I huff, my decision of not wearing a bra under my big shirt due to comfortability was not on my side at the moment. Quinn tosses me his shirt and for a moment I remember why he was the favored brother. I mumble a “thank you” before I tug it over myself. I sit back down where I was before but this time without Luke. I wrap my arms around myself to shield myself from the bitter cold air. Quinn takes the anchor out of the water and steers the boat back to the dock.

As soon as the rope of the boat is tied to the dock, I jump off of the boat, making my way inside to the warmth. I rush up into the room I was staying in. I pull off Quinn’s shirt, tossing it on the bed with a plan to return it later. I take off my wet clothes, tossing them in a clothes basket before running into the connected bathroom. I take a brisk shower to rid of the lingering lake scent. I step out and wrap a towel around myself, exiting the bathroom and into the room to see Luke on the bed. I was just about to remove my towel to get dress when Jack barges into the room. My bones almost jump out of my skin at the fright.

“Jesus Christ, Jack, what is your problem?” I scoff at him and he just smiles then looks at Luke. “Mom and dad are asleep.” I look back and forth between the two of them in disbelief to what they were suggesting. Luke looks at me and smilies softly, “come here.” I roll my eyes and do as he says, crawling onto the bed and onto his lap, clutching the towel at my chest so it doesn’t fall. Luke places his hand over mine to move it, “it’s not like Jack hasn’t seen you before.” I sigh and allow him to remove the towel from me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Luke whispers before attacking my neck with kisses. I let out a sigh, tangling my hands in his hair. I feel the bed dip down as Jack moves towards us. Jacks hands find my waist, just above Luke’s that were on my hips. Jack presses his lips to mine hungrily. One hand moves from Luke’s hair to jacks, deepening the kiss. I was so lost in a trance that I didn’t hear the footsteps walking into the room. Only when I feel another dip in the bed is when I realize someone else has joined us. My brain was too foggy to realize who it was until he spoke up. “Starting without me?” He scoffs, “assholes.”

Quinn presses up against my back, resting his chin on my shoulder as he reaches around my waist. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before harshly pressing his thumb to my clit. He laughs mockingly at me when I moan so loud against jacks lips that he could hear. As if the brothers knew what each other were thinking by mere looks, Jack leans away and Quinn gets up. I whine at the lost contact, Luke quieting me by pressing his lips to mine. Luke scoots us down a bit so he could lay down, pulling me down with him. Luke reaches down between us to pulls his shorts down enough to line himself up as the other to brothers take their spots back, their clothes somewhere on the floor.

I ease all the way down on Luke’s hard cock before I feel Quinn’s hands on me again. Jack traces his thumb over my cheek before cupping my chin and pulling me away from Luke’s lips. Before I could complain Jack presses his dick against my lips. Without a second thought, I open my mouth for him. Jack grabs my hair harshly, moving my head in a rhythm to his liking. Luke presses soft, sweat kisses onto my shoulder. Quinn’s hands wander all over my body, it was as if he were trying to memorize every mole, every stretch mark.

“Think you can take one more, baby girl?” Quinn asks softly, easing his hands over my shoulder blades. I moan out against jacks dick earning a laugh to fall from the middle boys lips. “I think that was a yes.” He tells Quinn. Quinn scoffs and pushes at jacks chest, “you prick, let her speak.” Jacks sighs a reluctantly pulls his dick out of my mouth. I gasp for air before speaking, my hips still being moved my Luke back and forth onto his dick, “yes! Yes- Quinn please.” I whine before I was muffled my jacks dick once again.

“Good girl.” Quinn leans down to press a kiss onto my back. “Wouldn’t wanna do anything you’re not okay with.” Quinn spits on his fingers, leading them down to press against my ass. Tears form in my eyes as he eases his fingers into me slowly, my moans muffled by Jack. Quinn presses soft kisses along my back, trying to make me as comfortable as possible with the foreign feeling. “I’ve got you.” He whispers before pulling his fingers away and lining up his dick where they once were.

No matter how much he wanted to go fast, Quinn slowly entered me. Luke momentarily stopped his moments to not chance hurting me. The stretch hurt but the feeling of his soft rubbing on my back made it bearable. He bottomed out, reaching up to wipe a tear from my face. The second Luke started moving my hips again and Quinn’s slow thrusts, I moan out repeatedly against jacks dick that was still down my throat. The matched pace between the brother instantly throws me over the edge. The clenching of my cunt makes Luke throw his head back, the two of our orgasms happening together. He cums deep inside of me, not stopping his thrusts until I’m worked through my orgasm.

Luke pulls out of me, not wanting to hurt me with overstimulation but his brothers weren’t helping. Jack holds my head all the way down on his cock, my nose pressed against his pelvis as he shoots his load down my throat. I do my best to swallow all of it as he pulls out. Jack laughs softly and wipe the remainder that dripped down my chin with his finger before pressing it into my mouth. I suck his thumb clean before pulling away. The quickening thrusts from Quinn have me pressing my head into Luke’s shoulder, muffling my moans. A few more thrusts and Quinn’s cums into my ass.

He breathlessly pulls away, pressing one more kiss to my back before pulling away to put his clothes back on. Jack does the same while Luke whispers praises about how I did so good into my ear. “Clean her up for us, Luke?” Quinn teases, causing Jack to laugh before they both exit to room to presumably go to bed in their own rooms. Luke plays me onto the bed by myself before going into the bathroom for a rag. He comes back, pressing soft kisses all over my face before he reaches down and cleans up my fucked out folds. Luke pulls me comfortably into him when he finishes cleaning me up. I fall asleep almost immediately into his arms.

There was no sign of the sun when I awoke. I sigh, sitting up. I rub my face and decide to go downstairs for a glass of water, slipping on Quinn’s shirt that I’ve still yet to return. “Hey Jack” I say as I see the familiar face in the kitchen. “Hey,” he takes a sip from his drink, leaning against the counter. “I’m surprised you can still walk.” He teases and I just roll my eyes. I grab a water bottle from the fridge, sitting on the counter as I drink it, opposite from Jack. Jack moves from his spot, walking to stand in between my legs. I sit my water bottle down and wait for him to do something. He stares down at me for a moment before he sinks down to his knees.

I bite my bottom lip as I watch him. My hand instinctively traps itself into his hair. “Jack” I whisper but he doesn’t respond, too busy pressing kisses into my thighs, “what if someone comes down stairs?” “You better be quiet then.” He mumbles against my inner thigh. Without warning, he presses his mouth against my cunt harshly. I throw my head back, trying my best to hold back my moans as I tug his hair. “Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbles. The way he moves his tongue along my folds, sucking my clit every time he gets to it, has me going mad.

I bite down on my bottom lip harshly. “Jack.” I whisper out to mask a moan. His eyes look up at me innocently as if he weren’t doing such a vulgar act. I throw my head back, trying to push my hips further into his face as if to get impossibly closer to him. My jaw drops as my legs shake around his head, my hands dropping from his hair to brace myself on the counter. His movements not faltering as my juices coat his face. He works me through my orgasm, not stopping until I have to physically push him away. Jack stands back up, licking the remaining juices off of his lips.

I hop off the counter as I chug the remainder of my water bottle, not wanting any waste. I turn back to Jack, standing in my tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips in a peck. “Go to sleep.” I say quietly before turning to return to my own room. I close the door behind me before climbing onto the bed and returning to my rightful spot in Luke’s arms. His arms pull me closer to him, the comfortableness forcing me to fall asleep quickly.

The birds chirping out the window soon me up from my sleep, the comfortable look on Luke’s face not wanting me to leave him resting. I silently wiggle out of his arms, looking into the drawers I put my clothes in for any shorts. I find a presentable pair of denim shorts and I figure putting on a swim suit now would save me of the hassle later. I find a random black swimsuit I packed and figure it’ll do. I pull off Quinn’s t shirt, tossing it to the side so I can put the bikini on. I pull his shirt back on, followed by the shorts before opening the door to make my way down stairs.

I’m greeted by Ellen and Jim in the kitchen preparing breakfast. “Smells good” I compliment, smiling at the couple. “Thank you, honey… coffees ready if you want some.” I nod and thank her, filling a mug with coffee and mixing it to my likings. I take the cup outside, wanting to enjoy the view of the lake when I drink it. The second I step out of the door I spot Quinn sitting on a bench at the docks. I smile to myself and decide to join him. I walk to the dock with the mug in my hands.

“Good morning.” I say softly as I take the seat next to him. “Morning” he looks me up and down and smiles, “is the shirt that comfortable?” He teases and I shrug, “it smells like you.” He stares at me for a moment, “did I hurt you? I mean… last night, did I?” I smile at his worried tone and shake my head. “No, you didn’t I promise.” He nods “good” then he goes quiet again. He looks back at me and sighs.

“Any chance I had with you is ruined now, isn’t it?” I shrug, “I dunno if I could bring myself to date any of you.” He reaches his hand up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I sip the coffee. I look at him and smile, “you were the reason this all happened in the first place.” He furrows his brows, “what?” “Jack and Luke were jealous that I had a crush on you.” I laugh, “that’s why he went bragging to you after, I guess.” Quinn cracks a smile, nodding along to my words.

I finish up my coffee and Quinn notices quickly, “wanna go back inside?” I nod and stand up with him. Before we start our walk back I look up at him bashfully. “What?” He laughs. I grab onto the collar of his shirt and bring him down to a soft and sweet kiss. He pulls away with a happy yet confused expression on his face as if asking why. “I had to kiss you before I had the chance to think rationally.” He laughs and grabs onto my hand, leading me inside.

Ellen and Jim were outside eating a delicious looking breakfast. “Breakfast is inside.” Jim smiles and I nod, thanking them once again. I walk into the kitchen and see the two other Hughes brothers stuffing their faces. Before I could even grab a plate from the cabinet Jack speaks up. “I gotta know, who fucks better.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “I can’t answer that.” I grab my plate and grab some food before giving Luke a knowing look that makes his face grow hot.

The look is cut short by a light pounding on the front door. Jack nearly falls on to his face with how fast he stands up. He makes his way to the door, opening it just to be attacked in a hug by his two best friends. After the initial attack, Trevor walks past Jack and into the kitchen. Trevor leans on the counter next to Luke, looking me up at down. “Well don’t you look as hot as ever.” He flirts. “Back off” both the oldest and the youngest Hughes boys both say. Trevor’s eyes widen and I have to cover my mouth to suppress a laugh.

[local-ragamuffin]

Fuck, Hong Lu’s story is… it’s a lot. It’s horrific, but in a completely new way. It gave me the same kind of existential nightmare vibes as Love Town, but with less shock value and more… it was just really heartbreaking. And there was still a happy ending, despite it all. Hong Lu has a caring older brother who just wants to see him thrive as Hong Lu, not as Jia Baoyu. (Jia Qiu might be my favorite supporting character in all of Project Moon now.) He has a sister he cares about so much that it breaks him out of his Why Fucking Bother mentality in order to save her. He has friends who boost him up and protect him, but don’t see him as an object. Rather, they see him as a person with merits and flaws. They can read his smiles, and recognize that sometimes his smile is genuine, while other times it’s a mask.

And he has Dante. A manager who pushes him to keep being his best self, who trusts him to make his own decisions and, more importantly, trusts that Hong Lu will make the RIGHT choices. Hong Lu never had a support system before. He was completely alone, despite having immense wealth and a “loving” family. He doesn’t have to be Jia Baoyu anymore. He can be whoever he wants. And he wants to be Hong Lu of Limbus Company.

I think Hong Lu might be one of my favorites now.

But my biggest takeaway is probably Hong Lu’s takeaway as well. It is always worth trying. Even if it seems pointless, sometimes trying is all you can really do, and it’s enough. It’s better than growing complacent and sinking into the Why Fucking Bother mentality. Trying may not get you anywhere for a long time, but it’ll bring you closer to somewhere, and one day you’ll get there. Change takes time and effort.

I forget that a lot nowadays.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

I've been on fire with these AUs lately, here's another smaller one:

Jason goes back in time, or, more accurately, gets thrown into a parallel timeline where he realizes he can change the course of this one.

It's right after he became Robin, so he doesn't have much to change yet. However, he actually does fight off some villains before the past Bats get there lol. Because Red Hood is as feral as the streets he was raised on, and you can't change that.

Anyway, he decides to go spy on past Tim. The kid who would grow up and 'replace' him.

.....

What kind of parents leave a baby three year old alone in the giant house for months with no one but some less-than-attentive servants? Also did this kid, this little kid, have no self preservation instincts? He forgot to eat or sleep a lot, dammit. Let alone with the whole roof-jumping things.

Jason cannot believe how just tiny his kid brother was back then. He's a bit smaller than he should be.

So this is why Tim acts like he does. Jason makes a mental note to be more... gentle, with his crazy kid brother when he gets back to his timeline.

Anyway, after watching Tim be emotionally neglected and just having no one and realizes that Tim lived like this for years before joining the Bats, Jason waits a bit so things have a chance to settle (And because he's still not sure), and when Tim is about five, he shadows the little guy as he wanders Gotham after the three Bats.

When Tim falls asleep on a random rooftop (he five in this, guys) in the freaking snow, Jason can't take it any longer.

He snatches the little guy off the rooftop, sneaks into the Batcave, and leaves tiny Tim there, with a small sticky note he steals and writes that this is the neighbours' kid who is being neglected (And if you want, abused) , and signs it off as 'Anonymous who totally didn't find this feral tiny gremlin on a rooftop and semi-kidnap him'.

Tiny Tim is so tired that he doesn't wake up during any of it lol.

Past Bruce, past Dick, and past Jason come back to see a little boy conked out in the Cave, a sticky note next to him saying that he's the neighbours' kid who is being neglected.

The note is signed 'Anonymous who totally didn't find this feral tiny gremlin on a rooftop and semi-kidnap him'.

Bruce notes that the tiny kid is rather small and thin, not to mention freezing.

Dick and Robin!Jason take one look at past Tim and go "he's ours now."

When Tim wakes up, he panics a bit and tries to bolt but Bruce catches him and soothes him and confirms that the kid's parents don't give a freaking thought about him.

In the next few months, it's surprisingly easy for Bruce get custody. Jason and Dick are delighted to have a new little bro.

Tim takes a while to get used to suddenly having a good dad and two awesome big bros.

Tim doesn't remember how he got into the Batcave- all he remembers is conking out on some snowy rooftop (Bruce was horrified by this) and being vaguely aware of being scooped up and carried.

All Tim remembers of whoever had taken him was that they were really big, had a leather jacket, and mumbled to him the whole way until he went back to full sleep again. Past Tim only vaguely remembers the person's (lol it was Older Jason) voice.

Jason-from-another-timelime watches in satisfaction from the shadows.

His work is done.

Later he also saves himself from the Joker and somehow escapes detection.

Then he gets back to his timeline because Flash finally found him.

He yells at his timeline's Tim, reveals to the rest of the Bats how bad it really was for Tim, and well, you can guess how that ends lol.

[valentiyne]

𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 716 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Paper-thin walls and numerous noise complaints.

FULL BOOK: MIDNIGHT | L.R.H Warnings: None! Slight swearing if you squint hard enough Word Count: 2.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Game Night was hosted every third Friday of the month. Cramped in the new tiny apartment, 7 friends and their significant others wound up on my shitty couch shouting nonsense at each other.

The living room consisted of the old couch, my TV on top of a cardboard box I hadn't quite unpacked yet, and numerous card games.

Holding the slip in my hand, I eye the timer in front of me on the makeshift coffee table My eyes scanned the paper quickly before jumping up and snapping my fingers, "Okay okay, it's born in the water but moves onto land when older."

My friends stare at me dumbfounded, their minds elsewhere as I furrow my brows and tap my feet numerous times. "Come on guys, it's what a tadpole turns into when it's older!" I'm practically yelling now, eyes darting between my friends sitting down and the tiny timer on the table.

"A baby turtle?"

"Andddd time"

I groan in annoyance, dropping the slip of paper while walking back to the spot on the couch, and plopping down with a huff.

"A baby turtle? Seriously?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at my friends who couldn't contain their laughter at my obvious annoyance.

"Okay I'll go nex-", My friend Abby was cut short by a knock on the door. It wasn't necessarily a pound, but it definitely made all of us go silent.

We all look at each other quickly, almost mentally counting everyone to make sure it wasn't an expected visitor.

I slide off the couch, my eyebrows raised for a moment before I walk towards the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I look through the peephole to see my next-door neighbor, Lucas, standing there with an annoyed expression painted on his face. I sigh and unlock the door, poking my head out with a smile.

"Are we too loud?", I ask with innocent eyes, my bottom lip tugged into my teeth as I speak quietly. Lucas gave a friendly smile, his eyebags hidden behind his eyeglasses as he turned to point at his door, "I know it's a Friday night but I'm really busy in the studio tonight... kind of hard to concentrate when there's a bunch of girls next door squealing over....?"

I finish the sentence for him, "If tadpoles are baby turtles." I rub the back of my neck shyly, laughing almost to myself.

"Right yeah, is there any way to keep it down just a tad?"

I give him a thumbs up before we part ways- him rubbing his eyes and kicking his door shut with his bare foot and me turning around and closing it softly. My friends all huddled up behind the door, eavesdropping on our conversation, and as soon as the door shut, they all squealed quietly.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!", My friend Abby gushing, nudging me with her shoulder harshly. "You never told me you have huge chemistry with your neighbor?"

My eyes grow wide and my hands shoot up in defense, "Oh no- Lucas? He's just a neighbor"

All of my friends' eyes were on me now, and an awkward silence fell upon us. I give a mere shrug before walking back over to the coffee table to scoop up all the cards spawled across it.

"Game night at mine next time?", Abby asks from beside me, picking up the numerous cups with mysterious liquids in them with a disgusted look on her face.

I just nod in response, shoving the cards in their rightful places before sighing softly. We said our goodbyes with platonic kisses on the cheeks and dramatic waves before I was left alone in my apartment again.

It was cold, empty, and dead silent in here- completely opposite of the neighbor beside me I'd assume. My bedroom was similar to the living room- a tiny mattress rested on the floor and my toiletries were packed away in numerous boxes I was too lazy to unbox. My head hits the stiff pillow below me and I could hear Lucas in his bedroom strumming his guitar, humming to himself lowly.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but he seemed to be wide awake singing.

"some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard"

It had officially been two weeks since the game night and two weeks since he came to my door. Lucas and I would occasionally make eye contact on the way to the mailboxes or even hold the elevator for one another- but not a single word was shared between us. He was always in his own world, his head bobbing to an imaginary beat inside his head.

Every night I could hear him singing to himself softly, the wall dividing our bedrooms was as thin as paper. The occasional groan and the sound of notebooks hitting the wall distracted me on nights I needed to sleep, but I never once said anything to him. He was a musician- and a very good one to say the least. I didn't want to be the annoying next-door neighbor.

I swing my door open, looking out into the hallway and scanning each door before finally averting my eyes to his own. The wrench in one hand was held on with a tight grip while the other hand carried the TV mount at my side. I could hear the sounds of various instruments being played from behind his door, his voice clearing every few moments to restart a lyric if it didn't sound right the first time.

The hand that held the wrench swung up, knocking on his door a few times before I took a step back and awkwardly looked around the hallway once again. The sounds from behind his door abruptly stopped and I could hear his heavy footsteps making their way towards the door now. Taking one more step back, I watched as Lucas opened the door and looked down at me,

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud?", He cheekily asked, a smile painted on his lips.

"No no, you're fine.", I laugh at his innocent teasing, quoting our most recent encounter. "I was actually coming over to see if you knew how to mount a TV", I poke my head around his figure and motion towards his apartment, "but seeing as you're busy-"

"I'm not busy." He corrects me, leaning inside his door to grab his keys before turning back towards me and grabbing the box from my hand. "Let me help you out, it'll take 10 minutes tops."

It didn't take 10 minutes. Hell, It didn't even take 30 minutes.

There Lucas and I both were, tools of various shapes and sizes sprawled out across my apartment floor and a cheap bottle of wine I found at the back of my fridge.

"Lucas are you sure you know how to-"

"It's Luke and yes, I know how to do this", he grumbles nonsense to himself as he flips through the instruction manual for the third time tonight. I sighed to myself slightly, trying to keep myself from laughing by taking a swig of the wine.

"Could always just use thumbtacks"

This makes Luke laugh, his eyebrows relaxing on his face and cheeks going bright red. He tosses the manual at me, and I put my hands up to defend myself.

"I'm pretty sure some thumbtacks couldnt hold a 35 pound Tv," He holds his stomach as he rolls around my floor, laughing loudly. I roll my eyes at this, groaning and tossing the screwdriver on the floor.

"Look, it's getting late. I'll just have you come over and do it another time.", I point towards the clock, which was held up with thumbtacks, that read two o'clock in the morning.

"Oh shit, sorry I totally spaced it," Luke stands up now, gathering up his tools quickly and giving me a crooked smile. "I'll swing by sometime this week to help you, I promise." I'm smiling now, shooing him out the door quickly.

"Yeah yeah see you later, rockstar", I tease and close the door abruptly, only to be stopped by a foot in the way.

"What are you doing tomorrow?", The way his eyes glimmered in the hallway light, his hair slicked back from sweat and cheeky dimples appeared as he smiled at me.

"I have finals tomorrow morning, and I'll probably be dead by the time its over- anytime after that I'm free.", I groan dramatically and push my palm into my forehead.

Luke just nods, freeing his foot from the doorway, and gives me a thumbs up, "I'll be sure to be quiet tonight so you can get your rest." I thank him kindly and give him a soft wave before closing the door behind him.

Luke was anything but quiet. I tossed and turned throughout the night, pushing the pillow closer to my ears as I heard him attempting to sing a lyric he wasn't even finished with. if there's one thing I've learned about him in the month and a half I've known him- he was a perfectionist. He sang the same things over and over countless times making sure it was absolutely perfect.

"Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted-"

I swing my arm up, smacking on the wall a couple times before groaning and letting it fall to my side once again. His side of the wall went silent immediately, the shuffling of papers and a small mumbled "sorry" was heard.

Luke had avoided me from that point forward: he didn't hold the elevator for me nor did he come and check his overflowing mailbox.

I found myself at his door once again, knocking in one swift movement before clearing my throat. I could hear him shuffling around his apartment, a loud thud followed by a "shit, one second!".

The door opens and a dripping-wet Luke is before me, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. I blink a few times, holding my gaze above his shoulders out of respect.

"Why are you avoiding me", I ask in a monotone voice, cutting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows at this now, one hand sassily on his hip.

"Who said I was avoiding you?", He chuckles lightly and opens the door wider, motioning for me to enter. My nose is filled with the smell of the oven baking something sweet mixed with his charcoal body wash. I step inside with a smile, closing the door behind me.

Luke wipes the water from his face and turns away from me, entering his bathroom for a split second, leaving me standing in his kitchen.

I glance around his living room: Pictures of his friends and family are hung up neatly on the wall, his instruments are laid out on the floor around his couch, and his bookshelf is overflowing with numerous copies of musical books.

He emerges from the bathroom once again, now clothed in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts and the towel that was once wrapped around his waist was now encased in his curls.

"I was just going to invite you over actually," He laughs again, flashing me his million-dollar smile before pointing at his dining table. It was decorated with a lace tablecloth, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass-decorated vase, and a plate of steaming hot pasta was laid out. I smile to myself slightly, looking back up at him before taking my seat at the table, he rushes forward, scooting my chair in for me before taking his own seat across from me.

"What's the occasion?" I ask while picking up my fork, poking at the seafood pasta that was professionally plated. If you would've told me he hired a chef to make dinner- I would've believed you.

"I was loud on the night of your finals and I felt horrible knowing I kept you up all night", He picks up his napkin and places it neatly on his lap, "I wanted to make it up to you after I mounted your TV buttt you showed up a little early", He teases.

I take a bite of my food, groaning into the fork with a muffled giggle as my eyes look up at his. The food was amazing, and the flavor was intricately picked out to perfection.

Going back, this perfectly proved my point that Luke was a perfectionist.

We found small talk, conversing over what I was majoring in and what he was busy working on.

"So the album is almost done, I just need to finish this last song," He shrugs his shoulders and scrapes at the remains off his plate. I smile to myself, looking up now with innocent eyes, "Maybe I can help?"

He stands up abruptly, turning around and opening the oven to reveal the freshly baked brownies he had made- from scratch may I add. I groan in anticipation and rub my hands together dramatically. He grabs the brownies with oven mitts, turning around and facing me.

"If you want to help me, I'll allow it", he laughs and places the pan down gently and walks towards his living room, picking up a notebook that was previously thrown across the room.

"Here", he places it in front of me, removing my empty plate and walking

The notebook was written in barely eligible handwriting, with numerous words crossed out and mental notes scribbled on the sides.

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word. when the doors are all closing.....It's bound to get ?? all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to

The rest of the page was scribbled out, lyrics that never made the cut. I snatch the pen from the metal spiral holding the pages together and click it once.

"it's bound to get.... loud?" I scribble it down next to the question marks and look up at him, scratching his chin with a nod. His cheeks were red now, the wine flushing through his body.

"What rhymes with loud?"

I look up at him now, as he scoots his chair right up next to me to the point our legs are touching.

"Cloud, hmmm,"

"Sound," we both say in unison.

Luke claps his hands together and grabs the pen from my hands, opening the notebook to a new page and scribbling down the new and improved lyrics. I watch him closely, the way his eyes twinkled and dimples poked through when he was concentrating.

I was so screwed. I was falling for my next door neighbor.

I didn't see him for another two weeks, his side of the wall seemed eerily vacant and completely silent. I even knocked a few times in hopes he'd knock back in some sort of rhythm, but there was no response.

Hearing the knock on my door shot my body out of bed, sweat dripping down my neck and sides. I groan and tap on my phone to check the time, blinding myself in the process. The pounding never stopped, not until I stumbled out of bed and opened my door. My heart skipped a beat, praying that the blonde would be on the other side with that cheeky smile I adored.

"Hello?", I ask in a groggy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and squinting up at the person who disturbed my slumber- at 2 a.m. may I add.

Instead of a person, I was met with an empty cold hallway. I avert my gaze down and towards my door mat. There, set up neatly was a bouquet of flowers with a note tied to the front with white lace.

I smile at myself and crouch down, picking up the thoughtful gift and looking down the hallway one last time before kicking my door shut.

Y/n,

I'm sorry I didn't see you before I left. Our album releases at 2:30am today and I was supposed to leave at 2... I just knew I had to leave you something on my way out. I hope you like the flowers I picked out my mom helped me.

I'd have probably sent you the link to the album by the time you finish reading this note.

I'm going to be all over the world, touring and doing what I love. I can't wait to be back home and see you again, i'll make sure to facetime every change I get.

love,

your rockstar

I could hear the familiar ringtone from my bedroom, alerting me that Luke was a man of his word. I wipe a few stray tears and make my way to the bedroom, snatching my phone up with my free hand and clicking the link he had sent me.

This is the song I spent the last 3 months working on, keeping you tossing and turning until finally you perfected it.

Mp3.ifwallscouldtalk.demo

[rumpelree]

💕Ennard Michael (before he rots) design for my FNAF AU!! As always I’m late to post these from YT. Copy and pasting the massive lore dump for these below!! X3

Michael would absolutely HATE his look here bro does NOT wanna look like his dad whatsoever, and here Liz is dressing him up like him- so, like many other things in my AU, I’m going very canon divergent here. Liz doesn’t think Michael was William, so that’s not why she scooped him. She loves her dad, had a great relationship with him! What happened with Circus Baby? She SHOULD be blaming him but, she blames herself. Like a “I didn’t listen to my dad and look what happened” situation, because he tried to keep her from Circus Baby while she was alone. (Had preventative measures built in too like recognition, so that CB specifically WOULDNT scoop his daughter but. Yk. That failed bc his animatronics are JANK)

Anyways, the Funtimes were coded to be more friendly with her, not kill-y like CB when she malfunctioned and did what she was supposed to do to other kids. Liz blames herself, even if she shouldn’t, her dad shouldn’t have been building child/teen/whatever human would fit murder bots. And even though William kinda like, eventually just straightup left her in there because he couldn’t stand to face what he’d done- she’s stuck, physically AND mentally. Blaming her father is a huge ask, for her. She can’t see her dad being that cruel, because she never knew that side of him. She feels upset about scooping Michael but it was a mix of desperation to get out…and also having never witnessed him growing as a person, only remembering him as her okay/often jerk older brother who got Evan killed. So, she and her band of misfits steal his body,

And when they get out there into the world, obviously, everything’s different. Her immediate family is gone. Initially, Scooped Michael ends up dressed like William as a weird coping mechanism thing. She misses her dad, a lot. And what’s really important for me to portray is that, she’s not evil, nor is any other who kid died and stuffed in an animatronic suit. Imagine going through that, as a kid. She’s not like, 5 years old or something but she’s young, twelve years old when she dies, and I know when I was that age, there was times I’d break down and want nothing other than the comfort of my parents(still do!!), and I wanted the little comic doodles to show some of that! There’s no excuse for the things she does, or the person she becomes(murder-y too), but there IS reasonings, which is very different. (Clarifying since sometimes ppl think I’m excusing what these characters do ack)

💕Additional notes: The gray hairs were a very new addition and a suggestion from my friend, so future drawings will also have it! I was very minimal with the shading on this guy cuz I just needed a design ref for an animatic I’m working on! Though the way I shaded his skin here makes him look a little plastic-y, which is fitting I think! Cuz he’s dead.

I did try to make him vaguely a little blue in the face with purplish/blue lips because Elizabeth at least gives him the mercy of strangulation to death, so he won’t have to. Yknow. Get gutted AS consciously, he was still a bit conscious tho. (Also the tooth gap is from pliers eek)

Also- I wanted to make sure it’s also clear she missed her mom, but her dad was her main source of comfort. So, just wanted to take a peek into that psyche; just a kid, who ended up doing some really horrible things, wants her parent back and cannot- rather, refuses to- fathom the type of person said parent really was.

[somepsychopomp]

Thinking about a dark Perpollo fic idea where Apollo starts hanging out with Percy while he's at college bc he developed a crush on Percy & is deeply frustrated that the object of his desires doesn't want him in the same way at all. Percy, of course, is in a very committed relationship with Annabeth and has no desire to ever leave her side.

He's also very oblivious to Apollo's feelings for him (go figure).

While Apollo has changed and grown, becoming a better father and a better god/person... he's not quite used to being told 'no'. He is an utterly ancient deity, once one of the most powerful and fearsome gods in the pantheon. There are endless stories of his failed lovers, but also many a tale of his acts of retribution. Skinning satyrs alive, slaying Niobe's children because she dared to brag, quarreling with his own infant brother, etc.

And Apollo, perhaps precisely because he got such a recent a taste of mortality, cannot help but look at Percy and feel like he's racing against a ticking clock. Every second of every day, Percy is growing older. He's growing closer to death. If not by the hands of some other god or monster, then disease or old age. If Apollo doesn't act now, he could very easily lose Percy forever. And he doesn't want to go through that feeling again. Never again.

So, after much thinking, planning, and toiling over every aspect, every possible flaw in his idea, he comes to one conclusion. Winning over Percy's mind and heart would be an impossible task while he's still devastatingly loyal to Annabeth. But his body?

Percy is only human. And Apollo would know how easily humans can be broken. He will make Percy's body fall in love with him, want and crave his touch, and eventually, that cavernous aching desire will whittle away his mental resolve, his loyalty, and all his reservations about loving a god.

Apollo will make Percy addicted to his touch.

But he must be careful. He can’t let Percy or Annabeth catch onto his plan too early.

So, the next time Apollo sees Percy, his lovely little pearl is struggling to study for his upcoming Latin exam in the campus library. Apollo, disguised as a student, walks up to his table and claps Percy on the shoulder.

Percy inhales ever so slightly and relaxes for the brief moment Apollo puts his hand on him. For Percy, the tiniest wave of warmth flows through his body, taking the edge off his anxiety and frustration. It's so faint he doesn't even notice it. He looks up and shoots a smile at Apollo, clearly not in the mood to talk but at the very least, not irritated to see him.

Apollo pretends he's on his way to see some of his Roman kids but stopped by to chat. Percy is courteous but casually mentions that Annabeth is going to show up to help him study as soon as she gets out of class. Apollo takes his cue to leave but brushes Percy’s shoulder as he goes, imparting another tiny bit of soothing warmth on his way out.

He wants Percy to associate that comfort, warmth, and sense of safety with himself. And even if he doesn’t do so on his own, Apollo’s spell will make it happen.

The warmth itself is a blessing, but also a curse. It brings peace and comfort when present. But when it fades after a few minutes, it’ll leave Percy feeling the tiniest bit colder than he was before it came. He will feel just a little more alone.

Despite all of Apollo's fears about Percy growing old and past his prime, as well as his fears of Percy’s death, Apollo knows he has to take things slow. He’ll only offer the smallest, shortest touches for now. Just friendly touches on the shoulder or "accidental" brushing of the hands. Then the intensity of his warmth and the subsequent painful cold will increase over the span of weeks, months, perhaps even the next few years if Apollo can really remain disciplined and bide his time.

But sooner or later, while he’s still young and beautiful, Percy will not only bask in Apollo’s warmth but crave it more than anything else in the world. He’ll be desperate for it. He won’t feel whole without it. Apollo will consume Percy’s thoughts and all his strength.

He will make the son of the sea want him if not love him, to the point that if Apollo told Percy to abandon Annabeth to be at his side, Percy would do so without hesitation.

Ultimately, by the time Apollo is done with him, Percy will be addicted to the sun god and will accept immortality just to free himself of that unbearable cold. Forever warm, forever together.

[violettesorrows]

A Rat Among Birds and Bats (Part Four)

Description: (Yandere! Batfam x Depressed! Reader) You learn more about the Waynes and then you get into an argument with unforeseen consequences. (3.4K words)

Warnings: overall yandere themes, mentions of classism/wealth disparity, mentions of financial issues, mentions of depression, anxiety, symptoms of a panic attack, death, dead body, mentions of murder, gun violence, reader being held at gunpoint. kidnapping (again),

part one || two || three || four || finale (tba)

Against your better judgement, you ended up spending more time than you would’ve liked at Wayne Manor. 

After that day, most of your hangouts with Tim took place in his family’s home. Usually, it was the two of you just lying about, with you scrolling mindlessly through his phone while he worked independently. For whatever reason, Tim would rarely allow you to see what he was working on. He said something about it being top secret on the account of his job at Wayne Tech.

If it was anyone else, you probably ridiculed him for the blatant nepotism of working for his daddy's company, but Tim was different.

Tim didn’t have a college degree (yet), but you never doubted for a second he was truly a genius. Sometimes, he would talk to you about some malfunction or bug he was trying to figure out while hunched over his computer. In all honesty, you don’t know why he bothered. He might as well be talking to himself with the way almost every other word flew completely over your head. 

When your social battery wasn’t absolutely dead, the two of you did more stereotypically normal things like play video games or watch TV in the common room. You tried not to do that too much, as Dick would almost always find an excuse to be there if you stepped a single foot out of Tim’s room. It’s not like you hated him or anything, just something about him rubbed you the wrong way.

 Still, you preferred his company over Bruce’s youngest. Damien barely spoke to you. If you were in a room with one of his brother’s, sometimes he would just silently watch the two of you from the sidelines. If you walked into a room alone, Damien would immediately leave without saying a single word. At some point you tried to initiate conversation to be polite, only to be met with cold indifference. You weren’t exactly sure why Tim’s younger brother seemed to completely hate your guts. No, worse, he seemed to think you weren’t worth a second of his time. 

“Don’t mind him,” Tim would say dismissively, “He’s kind of like that with everyone.”

You sighed, making a mental note to leave Damien alone from now on. Despite how off-putting he might be, you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to blame him. He was just a kid, and it was apparent by the way he carried himself he was forced to grow up too fast. You could relate at least on that front. Seemed everybody in this city was fighting their own battles.

When Tim would leave for some sudden Wayne Tech-related emergency, Alfred proved to be good company. He would bake you treats and tell you stories about Wayne Manor’s inhabitants, including the almost legendary Bruce Wayne. Who knew even billionaires had embarrassing baby pictures? 

Speaking of Bruce Wayne, you rarely ever laid eyes on him. Most of the time, he would catch you in passing. Other times, he would greet you briefly before asking to speak to one of his wards in private. You tried not to hold his general inattentiveness to you against him. Between his duties as a father to a seemingly never-ending line of children, being one of Gotham’s biggest philanthropists and businessmen, and with an image as an eccentric playboy to upkeep, Bruce certainly has his hands full. Also, you were just one of his adopted son’s college friends. He didn’t owe you anything. You felt like you should just be grateful he bothered to remember your name. 

The only person you haven’t met was the elusive second older son, Jason. You hadn’t once seen him in person, but you’ve heard his name said when no one thought you were listening. And you’ve seen his face in some of the photos on the wall, but otherwise you knew nothing. Jason might as well have been a ghost in Wayne Manor. And the way you heard the others talking about him, he might as well be. 

--

A few weeks have passed, and you were starting to get worried. You still weren’t sure if you lost one of your jobs or not. You’ve been contacting your boss nonstop to no avail. Right now, you were barely scraping by on the income of your second job as well as what little savings you had. You couldn’t keep this up much longer. As fun as it was to lounge around Wayne Manor, you needed money. And fast.

Of course, you didn’t talk about your financial troubles to Tim. The main reason being is you knew him well enough by now to know he would just give you the money and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be some problem he could fix or some kind of charity case. Apparently, Tim knew you pretty well too as it seemed he could sense your stress a mile away.

“What’s bothering you?” Tim asked casually, looking up from the book he was reading. 

The two of you were hanging out on campus today. You were both sitting outdoors on a bench just far enough from campus life to feel semi-private. This is where the two of you meet when you only had a little time between classes to see each other. 

You looked up from the notes you were pretending to look over before your next exam. “What makes you think something is bothering me?”

Tim closed his book, turning his full attention to you. You tried not to shy away from the stare of his intensely blue eyes. If you didn't know him so well, you would've called it creepy. “Are we playing this game still? Seriously?”

You stared at him expectantly for an explanation. 

Tim sighed, rolling his eyes in amusement at your stubbornness. “Well, for one, you’ve been on the same page for the past twenty minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just really locked in,” you countered.

He leaned in closer, placing his hand over the writing in the notebook you had open on the table. He was close, too close. Normally he was more conscious of the space between the two of you.

“Seriously. Be honest with me, just this once. You can talk to me. I promise.”

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. He’d seen through you so easily. You contemplated if it was worth your breath to lie. 

With a defeated puff of air, you relented. You slammed your notebook shut. “Fine, but you wouldn’t understand.”

“Hit me.”

“I’m worried about my job.”

“Who isn’t?”

You sucked in a breath, biting back a snarky comment bubbling in your throat. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t know if I have a job or not. And if I don’t have a job, I can’t pay rent, and if I can’t pay rent I-... I-” Your voice broke as you tried to hold back your worst fears and the flood of tears that would no doubt follow.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Deep breaths, please. For me?”

You did as he asked and took a few deep, steady breaths. He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly as he breathed with you in a measured pattern. Time seemed to warp as you focused on dulling the ache in your lungs. All the while, Tim stayed at your side, not even cringing once. 

A few beats passed before Tim spoke again. 

“That’s all? You’re all worked up over this?”

You glared at him through the hand on your temple. 

“Come on, I didn’t mean it that way. You know I don’t mean it that way.”

You didn’t look back up at him, purposefully avoiding his gaze. You suddenly found the number of notches on the bench infinitely more interesting.

“All I’m saying is if you really need the money, I could-”

“No.” You snapped. You knew exactly where this was headed.

“What I was going to say I would recommend you for a job at Wayne Enterprises.” Tim said, careful to keep his tone as even as possible. As if the last thing he wanted was for this to escalate any further than it already has. 

“Thanks, but I don’t need your charity.” You hissed out that last word like it was a slur. 

While Tim was clearly bothered by your reaction, though he careful not to let it show. “I don’t understand why you’re refusing help. Help me understand. Let me try to help you.”

“I don’t need your help!” You yelled. You shoot up to your feet, up in arms. You were done with this conversation. You felt like Tim Drake was looking down at you. What could he understand about your life when he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth?

Tim only sighed patiently. “All I want is the best for you,” he said softly. And you believed him. You genuinely believed him. He genuinely thought that he knew best for you. That only proved to make you angrier. He was treating you like some child having a tantrum. Like you were the one being unreasonable. 

You had no words for how frustrated you were, so you didn’t say anything. You just packed up and left without a word. 

---

After classes that day, you left campus with a mission. You were determined to get your job back, to shove Tim's stupid charity back in his stupid face. The bus came to a rolling stop as it left you at the corner. It’s been weeks since you last saw this place. You hadn’t gotten any responses from your texts, so you figured it was time to drop by in person. 

The police tape had been removed, but it was still clearly abandoned. The only thing that stood out to you was the front door being wide open, despite the place clearly not being open for business. The lights were off, and you couldn’t make out any signs of life inside. You didn’t think too much of it. Maybe your boss was just in his office. Still, you decided to take the back entrance just to be safe.

You snuck in through the back-alley door, which was just slightly ajar, careful to close the door quietly behind you. You didn’t want to make too much noise in case he was on the phone. In the background you could vaguely hear the sound of something dripping or spilling. Weird, a pipe must be busted somewhere. 

You could tell your manager was in his office because his keys were still in the door. You gently tapped on the door. “Boss?” you whispered, not wanting to startle unnecessarily. “Hello?” You knocked softly once more in case he hadn’t heard you.

“I’m coming in,” You announced, the door quietly creaking as you cracked open the door. Only silence followed and your anxiety spiked. Has something happened to your boss? Was he okay? You slowly opened the door wider to find your boss in his chair, facing away from you and staring at the security camera screens. The cameras must have been unplugged though because they weren’t playing anything aside from the low sound of static. You breathed a sigh of relief. It was a little weird he was sitting in the dark alone, but it seems all your worrying was for nothing.

“Hey, Boss,” You started hesitantly, stepping closer to his desk. “I noticed you didn’t respond to any of my texts, and I got a little worried, so I decided to drop by and see if you needed any help....”

No response. 

“Boss?”

Dead silence. 

A chill ran up your spine as your hand inched closer to confirm your worst fear. You tilted his chair back towards you, only to be met with his hollow, glazed over eyes. Your boss was dead. 

You yelped loudly, only to quickly cover your mouth with your hands. You threw yourself in the direction away from his corpse, wanting to scramble out of this place as quickly as possible. Oh shit, He was dead. Holy shit, there was a dead body right in front of you. 

You needed to get the hell out of here. But before you could make a run for it, you heard the sound of footsteps. You froze. 

From the other side of the door, you could hear the shuffle of feet and unknown voices. Instinctually

“What was that?” One voice called out. It sounded kind of young. 

“Probably a fucking rat, this place is fuckin’ crawling with them.” A more hardened, grizzly voice responded. From the sound of their voices, both of them were men. “Whatever it is, keep pouring that fuckin’ gasoline. We need to get out of here before the cops catch on to us. Or worse, those goddamn bats.”

“Whatever you say, Kilo. I just can’t help feeling someone’s here,” The younger voice said.

The one with the rougher voice, Kilo, didn’t take that comment kindly. 

“Shut the fuck up, Junior. It’s just the jitters from your first kill, you’ll get over it.”

The sound of someone loudly pouring liquid followed by the stench of gasoline stinging your nose. You pressed your ear delicately to the door, waiting to hear a chance to escape. Right now, you couldn’t risk moving. Based on the sound of their voices, those two criminals were too close for you to make a run for it. Who knows what would happen if they were caught? You didn’t want to end up like your manager. At least, not today. Your eyes darted nervously back to the dead body staring back at you.

“I still feel real bad about that old man. I didn’t mean to do it- really, I didn’t- he just freaked me out. I didn’t think anyone was even in here,” said the one called Junior. 

“Junior, what the fuck did I just say?” Kilo snapped.

“I know, I know. It’s just… that old man probably had a family and I-”

The sound of the slap that followed was so sharp you could hear it clearly through the door.

“Get over it, kid. The old man’s dead. And if you don’t get your shit together, and do your fucking job, Black Mask will kill us both. So quit your whining n’ shit, and let’s light this place up already.”

“Right,” Junior half-heartedly conceded. 

You could make out the sound of a match striking. The faint smell of smoke. Oh shit, you definitely didn’t want to be here when this place lit up like a Christmas tree. It was now or never unless you felt like being burnt to a crisp. 

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you went for it. You swung open the office door before madly dashing for the entrance. 

“What the fuck!” One of the men yelled. You weren't sure who.

The two of them were quick to draw their guns. The sound of a gunshot startled you, making you trip over your feet. You scrambled to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing the back of your collar. You struggled but instantly froze at the feeling of cold metal being pressed to your back. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized you were once again mere moments away from death. Would the world ever give you a fucking break?

“Well, well… look what we have here, Junior. A rat.” The older one, presumably Kilo, said with a sneer “I wonder how much this little birdie here has heard.”

His features were covered by a black ski mask, but you could still make out the bitter smell of cigarettes on his breath. You remained perfectly still, not wanting to test fate any more than you already have this past month. “I didn’t hear anything, I swear. I used to work here, I just came here to pick something up, I swear!”

Kilo didn’t seem to buy your story. He pressed the barrel of the gun further into your back. You stifle a yelp. “You know, I don’t know if I like that answer.”

“Come on, Kilo. Look at them, they’re just a kid. They said they didn’t hear nothing, let ‘em go.”

You couldn’t tell because it was still pretty dark, but Kilo looked pretty young, maybe not much older than you. His face was also covered by a ski mask that did little to hide the fear in his eyes. He clearly was reluctant to take another life. That could potentially work in your favor.

“They know we were here. That’s enough for me to put a bullet through their skull right now.”

The cool metal of the gun bit into your side. Unexpectedly, he shoved you in front of him, kicking you down to your knees.

“You do it, Junior. It’s time to sink or swim.”

At this point, Junior was shaking in his proverbial boots. 

“I wasn’t asking,” Kilo threatened, his first and final warning. 

Hands shaking like no tomorrow, Junior drew his gun. He raised it level with your chest, right at your heart. At least he was kind enough to aim for a mercy kill. His wide eyes and begged you to give him a reason not to pull the trigger. You were just a kid stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time. He shut his eyes before lowering his gun a few centimeters. 

“Please, just hear the kid out,” Junior implored one last time. He’s already shed enough blood for today.

Kilo seemed to relent, his expectant stare falling onto you. No words needed to be said. But you understood. You guessed it was your turn to beg for your life. Better late than never. 

You swallowed, taking longer than you’d like to find your own voice. “Please? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not good enough.”

“Uh…” A bead of sweat ran down your forehead. You weren’t great at thinking under such extreme pressure. You were trying and failing to keep the panic from creeping into your voice. “Money! I can give you money.”

“How much?”

“Whatever’s in my wallet! Screw it, take the whole wallet.” You didn’t have much money anyways. Both your wallet and your bank account were pretty low, but if it was another to stave off death another day, you’d happily hand it all over.

“Really? And what’s stopping me from taking your wallet from your cold dead hands?” Kilo grinned, seemingly amused at your pathetic attempt to plead for mercy. “Not good enough, little rat. I need more.”

You glanced desperately at Junior. His eyes urged you to think of something, anything. To just keep talking. Your heart was racing, you didn’t know what to say. You were a nobody with nothing to your name. You had no real leverage, no connections. Well, no connections except…

“I-… I know the Waynes.” You admitted.

“Everybody knows the Waynes.”

Kilo glanced at Junior, and he wordlessly drew his gun. You were running out of excuses, and he was running out of patience. You were face to face with death once before, and now you could honestly say you were terrified. You didn’t want to die. Not like this. 

“I... I... I…." You swallowed, struggling to string simple syllables together. “I mean! I’m friends with them. Best friends. Me and the Wayne kid are close!”

Kilo laughed. “You? friends with the Waynes? How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Well, I guess you don’t, but you need me alive to find out. "You were completely bullshitting at this point, hoping it’d be enough to get you out of this mess. You knew you weren’t horribly persuasive, but your life was on the line here. “Call them. And if I’m lying, then just kill me.”

Kilo caressed the top of his gun as he debated your words. If you were telling the truth, it could mean a massive payday for the whole gang, including him. He could easily milk the Waynes of a couple million for this kid. And if he couldn’t, he could always just throw them in an unmarked grave. 

“You make a good point,” Kilo finally said after multiple beats of silence. "I just hope you’re not lying to me. You don’t want to know what I do with liars.”

“Please. I swear I’m telling the truth.” Your heart was hammering so loud you swore everyone in the room could hear. Still, you weren’t really lying. Stretching the truth? Yeah. You don’t think you mattered that much to the Waynes. Hopefully he bought it anyway.

“For your sake, I hope you are.” He seemed to buy it. Your shoulders sagged in relief. It seemed you would live another day. “Nighty night, Rat.”

“Huh?” 

You didn’t even get a chance to react as he struck you with the butt of the gun. One moment, you were standing, perfectly conscious. The next, you were crumpled on the ground, completely out cold. That would hurt in the morning when you wake up, if you ever wake up. Who knows what would happen to you now.

Maybe you should’ve just let them kill you after all.

[youngirlfrom]

THE WICKED DIE ALONE

ɞ Someone like Y/N Kent has to find her true self, not just with the strength of a hero, but by walking the fine line between the light and darkness within. Because at the end of the day the wicked die alone. And for Y/N to die alone means all of humanity dies with her.

| Richard Grayson x Fem!Reader | chapter 2

Warnings: bl!!d, k!lling, mental health, slightly jason todd x reader, smut, english is not my first language.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 1 , Chapter 3

Even as a child, I felt that my power was not something ordinary. When I was scared, excited, or saw something bad in my dreams, the purple energy surrounding me would often erupt uncontrollably. This power would sometimes lift the objects around me into the air, and sometimes it would turn into a wave of energy that even my father could barely suppress. This was only the surface of the powers growing within me, and as I grew older I found these powers becoming more complex and intense.

The first serious incident happened when I was six years old. It was the time of the big hurricane that hit Smallville.

I was just watching out the window when my grandmother warned me not to go out. The sky was black as coal and the wind bent the trees. I could hear farm animals screaming. My heart was beating too fast to fit into a small cage in my chest. Purple energy surrounded me as I clenched my hands into tight fists.

And then… the hurricane changed direction.

Did I do it voluntarily? No. But I released my energy in panic, and it changed even nature's direction.

What happened next was scary. The tornado headed out of Smallville. But it didn't stop there. It moved further away, to a larger town. I didn't even realize what I had done until it was shown on the news the next day. Although no one was injured with the help of the heroes, hundreds of people were left homeless.

“Did I do this?” I asked my father.

He held me in his arms, ruffled my hair, and gave me an evasive answer.

I was only six years old. But that night, I learned that my power could not only be a gift, but also a curse.

As I approached adolescence, my powers became more intense and complex. Now I not only had purple energy shields, but I could also influence the thoughts and emotions of the people around me. I could change the atmosphere in a room, often without even realizing it.

This situation caused problems, especially at school. One day, my own emotions spiraled out of control when I heard my friend yelling angrily. A wave of energy exploded in the classroom and books and pencils flew into the air. When such situations occurred in the laboratory, the results were even more annoying.

"Dad, why am I doing this? Why am I scaring people?"

I had so many incidents like this that I stopped counting. This was just the surface of the power growing within me.

And as always, my father would hold me in his arms and speak in a soft voice. "Y/N, these powers are a part of you and it can take time to control them. Everyone makes mistakes. I understand, these powers scare you, but you can control them. I know that. Just breathe and feel them. Don't be afraid to accept your powers as a part of you."

And he was right, When I turned 15, I was finally starting to take control of my powers. I was on patrol in Metropolis with my father and Kara. I was saving people and protecting the city. As I realized how great my powers were, I learned to channel them better. But the real problem started when I turned 17.

I was having dreams.

At first it was ordinary things. I saw a man fall on the bridge. The next day I learned on the news that the same bridge had collapsed.

Then I saw worse things.

I could see past and future events. One night I was watching children die in the middle of World War II, the next night I was seeing an assassination plot planned against a random politician.

When I turned 18, I started having other people's worst nightmares. While Bruce Wayne's parents were being murdered, I stood at the corner of the street like a ghost, watching the whole event. And I couldn't do anything.

One day "Sometimes writing is the best way to sort through the confusion you're feeling," Lois said to me and gave me a notebook. Since then, I have been writing down even the smallest dream I had.

And tonight I was a spectator who came to watch the acrobats at the circus. I knew exactly where I was. I knew exactly what would happen.

But I couldn't stop it.

So, as I sat in my seat, I waited patiently for the Flying Graysons' show to begin. Amidst the applause, they stretched out their hands. They smiled. And then… the acid-soaked ropes broke.

I was there and couldn't do anything.

As screams flew through the air, the small figure next to the blood-covered couple broke all my stamina. As soon as I got up from where I was sitting, I started running.

I stood in front of him as all the pain of the little body left behind filled my mind. His face was laced with shock, but that didn't mean there weren't any tears flowing. Even though I reached out to wipe the tears from his ocean blue eyes, my hand passed over his face as if it were just air.

"Y/N?"

I started to shake. "Dick?" This time, although I tried to touch his shoulder while muttering, he passed through me as if I were a spirit while he was being carried away from the scene.

"Wake up!"

"Dick!" I shouted this time.

"Y/N, wake up!" As I woke up screaming, this time the blue eyes looking at me belonged to my father, not Dick. It was like I wandered into the spirit world. As I took deep breaths, my father adjusted my pillow and encouraged me to sit up a little straighter.

"Are you okay?"

I took the a glass of water he offered me. My throat was in knots. "Just a dream, just like any other."

"What did you see?" I raised my eyebrows when he asked. It almost made me laugh when he asked me what I saw, as if I hadn't screamed Dick's name.

"I know." he smiled. The notebook Lois gave me was sitting next to my bed. My father looked at it but didn't say anything.

For a while we both did nothing but sit in silence. And finally I couldn't stand it and got out of bed. I didn't want to sleep any more tonight. I was still in my pajamas, but thanks to the wave of purple energy surrounding me, I was now in my costume.

"Y/N." My father warned. He didn't like me patrolling alone, but I wasn't a 15-year-old kid anymore. I was 22 years old and had gone on dozens of missions alone. While Superman was away, I prevented many events in Metropolis and saved hundreds of people.

"I need this. I'll be fine, you don't have to worry." I said and after looking at his worried face for the last time, I jumped out of the window and disappeared into the lights of the city.

I needed to see someone.

English is not my first language! So please do not hesitate to politely point out if I make a mistake.

Next chapter we're really getting started. Please feel free to express your thoughts!

I love you all, see you next chapter 🩵🩵🩵

[pleasantspark]

The DIFFERENCE between Pink and Lucifer

While both were essentially the runts/children of their oppressors, one at least had a reason why they didn't stand for what happened.

Themes of Mental Illness

Pink Diamond

Growing up in an oppressive empire that coddled her and treated her like a kid, Pink always wanted to be something else, and make something out of herself, but due to her status as "the court jester" she was increasingly sidelined and often ridiculed by her sisters and mother for being what she is, a child.

Pink had self worth issues, she as emotionally abused, neglected and even abused in general. Being locked up in a tower whenever she had done something a child would do made her feel alone.

Due to the mistreatments and lack of acknowledgement or care, Pink began to regress to the only thing she was known for, which caused even more negativity, even if she was getting attention she didn't care if it was negative or positive she wanted people to notice her.

It all accumulated when Pink finally got Earth and set her sights on what she was put on Homeworld for, but when she decided to check Earth herself and saw all the life forms on the planet she quickly changed her mind wanting to instead save the Earth.

Due to her oppressors being very strict and literally predicting what they said that she would do, she created a distraction, Rose Quartz which led to her doing a be all end all to The Diamonds interest in Earth and ended up ending herself to make someone who could not live through the mistakes she made, she thought by ending herself and rebirthing herself that she would mean something.

Rose was a complicated character with severe issues, that suffered from self-esteem and abuse but we learned all of that backwards while the same can't be said for Lucifer.

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar

Compared to Pink, Lucifer grew up well, although he always thought outside the box and due to this, caused annoyances in the long run. In the sense he stole Adam's first wife Lilith and caused ruckus throughout Heaven, while the show tries to paint Heaven as bad as Hell, it's no way in comparison to what Pink went through at all, due to the fact of one thing:

Lucifer brought most of his actions onto himself.

Lucifer actively acted beligirent as an adult, while causing disruption and unlike Pink had deserved his punishment one way or another, even if he was ambitious Lucifer lacked the reasoning behind his "ideas" other than LOLXDRANDOM SPUR OF THE MOMENT! >-<.

The final straw that ended up happening to Lucifer was being sent below after trolling Eve and this finally ended with Heaven sending him down.

Now the narrative basically tries to claim this man who MOST CERTAINLY older than the VA for him, was or is depressed. The problem?

Depression is poorly added in.

I feel like the depression was added in to add sympathy points with no better way of giving him fake brownie rep, as someone with depression the inclusivity of depression was just as jarring as Pentious attempting suicide in the leaks with the fact and knowledge that Pentious was based off of someone who tried to attempt and the fact Pentious DIDN'T succeed in the end is what makes me mad.

The fact that the person who made this show cannot understand mental health while causing the most amount of K/D in a Fandom because of her stans being rabid is enough to tell me she does not care for mental health.

VivziePop made Lucifer unbearable for me for that exact reason, instead of interviewing or getting to know people (like me) with depression , she portrayed him as a sad miserable old man trying to get by without his wife and daughter when he could just reach the fuck out.

Ruling over their respective empire/kingdom

While Pink was a child, she had no idea how to run an empire which landed her as a jester for important ballroom events, and when she was given Earth she was finally able to do her actual job until the reveal she was killing lifeforms on Earth decided to beg them to stop it, but her pleads fell on deaf ears and she took matters into her own hands.

Lucifer's ruling ended just as he started, his "depression arc" ended up happening and left the work to his wife because he didn't want to be responsible for his own actions. Lucifer is a lazy bum who did something bad, instead of being received the applause he wanted, was banished from Heaven alongside his cronies and now he is depressed.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

About Me:

Ry here! Welcome to my chaotic little corner of the internet. I’m 28, Texas born and raised, proudly Latina ✨ and a lifelong WWE fan (since the Attitude Era, bitchhh). Currently a college junior majoring in Social Work and a full-blown Quentin Tarantino stan. I write dark romance, emotional chaos, and character-driven stories where love feels like survival and no one gets out clean. Expect morally gray characters, obsession, betrayal, trauma, heavy cinematic vibes, and the kind of gut punches that linger. My longform fics live on Archive of Our Own. Blurbs and older requests are on my Tumblr. I don’t take requests anymore, and I don’t dedicate work — everything I write is mine and messy on purpose. If you’ve read Back to Black or No Church in the Wild, you already know I’m not afraid of taboo topics. And yes... I’m that Jhea writer 🤣 Got questions about my fics? Don’t be shy, message me anytime. — Ryan Reigns 💗

https://archiveofourown.org/users/acutecrashoutjeyuso

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COMPLETED:

Between the Ropes Trilogy is a collection of three fanfics accumulating 615k words over the course of September 2024 to March 2025. The premise is Jey and Rhea’s love begins in secrecy, a dangerous spark that grows into an undeniable force, challenging family, loyalty, and the life they’ve always known. As they fight for each other, past traumas and unresolved demons resurface, threatening to tear them apart just as they prepare to welcome a new life. But love comes at a cost, and when tragedy strikes, Jey is left to raise their son alone while Rhea struggles to survive. Separated by grief, guilt, and the weight of their choices, they must each decide whether love is strong enough to withstand the ultimate test—or if their story was doomed from the start?

Possession is a short story of over 122k words spanning over 21 chapters. Its premise is: When Jey Uso is sidelined by a severe injury, his girlfriend Rhea Ripley is paired with his twin brother, Jimmy, to compete as a team. Their growing in-ring chemistry soon extends outside the ring, complicating relationships as Jimmy’s professional admiration turns into an unhealthy obsession. WWE capitalizes on their dynamic for a storyline, fueling Jimmy’s possessiveness and straining Rhea’s bond with Jey. Caught between the brothers and the pressures of WWE’s narrative, Rhea faces tough choices that blur the line between fiction and reality, threatening her relationship and career. Will Jey and Rhea’s connection survive the chaos?

Marilyn Monroe: This fanfic is loosely based off of Ryan's time in several mental health institutions as a teenager and her trauma bonding with an ex partner who is now deceased after his battle with depression. Some events in this fanfiction have been dramatized or changed for added effect. Marilyn Monroe has become Ryan's most popular fanfic with over 1k hits on A03 and multiple notes on Tumblr. Marilyn Monroe features a warning pasted at each chapter of the certain themes it deals with. Its premise is: Jey and Rhea are two broken souls who meet at a support group after separate suicide attempts. They form an intense, volatile connection, finding solace in each other’s pain. But as their relationship deepens, they realize their love could either pull them toward healing or push them further into their destructive tendencies.

Across the Ropes is a failed 10 chapter story focusing on Zilla Fatu and a original character. This originally planned to be a 20 chapter story but with the final chapter of Checkmate being published, Ryan chose not to continue this story.

RE:MEMORY is a grief piece. It's premise is What if the person you loved the most died—and you didn’t have to let them go? After losing his wife Rhea just 43 days into their marriage, Joshua Fatu receives a mysterious VR device that allows him to relive his memories with her in perfect detail. But as he falls deeper into the simulation, the line between grief and obsession begins to blur. Love doesn’t bring people back without taking something in return… and when you reach into the afterlife, something always reaches back. RE: Memory has begun.

Back To Black is Ryan's first ever Usocest fic created in secrecy. It was started on March 9th and completed June 18th. It's premise is: In the shadows of forbidden love and reckless desire, Jey Uso is ensnared. After witnessing his twin/lover, Jimmy, in betrayal’s embrace, Jey spirals into the arms of his own cousin Roman, where solace morphs into a dark addiction. As the truth claws its way toward the surface, whispers of suspicion and manipulation tighten their grip. In this game of concealed passions, every heart is at risk—and the impending revelation threatens to leave no soul unscarred.

ON-GOING:

No Church in the Wild is a 40-chapter, multi-decade psychological drama that follows Jimmy and Jey Uso from age 18 to 39 as they navigate a forbidden, obsessive relationship hidden beneath their wrestling careers. Split into four major acts (2003–present), the story explores themes like codependency, taboo, jealousy, religious guilt, and emotional decay. It's messy, haunting, and deeply intimate. There are no leaks, no twinswapping, and no abuse—just toxic love, heavy denial, and a bond that refuses to die, no matter who they marry or how far they run.

The Strata Trilogy: is a planned trilogy preparing to last from February 2025 to December 2025 at the most. This is next trilogy that Ryan herself has curated with several outlines and plans for this type of dynamic. Its premise is: Demi Bennett thought she was just indulging in a secret affair with Joe Anoa’i, but when he presents her with a contract, she quickly learns that desire comes at a cost—her autonomy. Now bound to his rules, she quickly learns that Obedience isn’t optional; it’s enforced. Struggling to learn the dynamics of the Fatu brothers and with Paul Heyman managing her life as efficiently as he does Joe’s career, Demi realizes she isn’t just his lover—she’s owned. As she navigates the depths of submission, one question lingers—was this truly her choice, or did she belong to him from the start?

The Fatus: loosely based of Ryan's fascination with American crime families, The Sopranos, Weeds and Goodfellas, this was number one picked fanfic to begin Ryan's summer fics. It only features one chapter as of 03/23/2025 with it's anticipated return in July. This fanfic follows Jey Uso, the head of a powerful Samoan crime family, as he struggles to balance the ruthless demands of his empire with the pressures of family life. His wife, Rhea, enjoys the privileges of being a mob wife but refuses to be just a silent partner-she's as cunning and dangerous as Jey, making her both his greatest ally and his biggest challenge. As rival factions, federal investigations, and betrayal threaten their reign, Jey and Rhea must navigate shifting loyalties and moral dilemmas while keeping their marriage from crumbling under the weight of their empire. In a world where power is everything, can love survive, or will the Fatu legacy destroy them both?

6WITCH: is a short story planning to last up to 25 to 30 chapters at the most. 6witch (pronouced Switch) was the second voted fanfic in polls that Ryan curated in last February. This fanfic explores the complex and passionate relationship between Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley, and Damian Priest, who form a secret throuple amid the pressures of their high-profile lives. As they navigate their forbidden love, the trio faces intense public scrutiny, having to carefully conceal their relationship from both the media and the public eye. As their bond deepens, they must find ways to balance their feelings with the constant fear of exposure, all while dealing with the challenges of jealousy, secrecy, and the tension of keeping their love hidden. Will they be able to protect their unconventional relationship from the world, or will the weight of society's judgment tear them apart?

📌 Blurbs & One Shot Masterlists

Blurbs and One Shots are a way for Ryan to take short breaks from her long-form fics and prevent burnout. If she can see it, she can write it! She has written for The Bloodline, The Judgment Day, Sami Zayn, and more.

Legend

💕= Smut

😂= Comedy

❤️= Fluffy

🙃= Angst

🩵= Romance

Higher - Rolleigns 💕

Gone Fishin' - Liv/Jey❤️

Friendly Competition - Solo/Rhea😂❤️

Jump - Roman/Rhea🙃

We Belong Together - Jhea🩵🙃

Hogtie - Roman/Reader💕

Get Your Ass Back Home - Rhea/Dom/Liv 🙃

Vegas - The Judgement Day & The Bloodline 😂

The Infamous Book Club - Jey/Solo/Rhea 😂

Lion's Kiss - Roman/Damian 🙃🩵

Farm Antics - Sami/Jey 🩵😂🏳️‍🌈

All The Stars - Sami/Solo 🙃🩵🏳️‍🌈

For Us - The Tongans/Reader/Jimmy 🙃

Safe - Jacob Fatu/Reader 🙃

Torn - Solo/Reader/Roman - slight 🙃💕

Control - Solo/Rhea/Jey slight 💕

Rhea for a day - Solo/Rhea/Jey 🩵😂

Crashout Jey Uso - slight Jhea 🙃

Crossing my Fingers - Sami/Jey 🙃🩵🏳️‍🌈

After Hours - Professor Jey/Reader 🙃🩵

Rock Your Hips... please and thank you - The Judgement Day/The Bloodline 😂

Tulips - Damian/Rhea 🩵❤️🙃

Watch Me - Rhea/Liv/Dom 🙃🩵

Don’t Forget About Us - Solo x Rhea 🙃🩵

Never Enough - Rhea Ripley 🙃

Rhea and Jey go to the movies - Jhea 😂

When You Can’t Feel - L4B 🙃🩵

Surprises - Damian x Rhea ❤️🩵

Fall of Him - slight Damian and Roman but not important. 🙃

Get Your Fuckin Ass Back Home - Jey x Brat!Reader 💕

Same Damn Time - Jimmy Uso x Reader x Damian Priest 💕

National Anthem - Jey Uso x Reader 💕🙃

The Teaching Assistant - Jimmy Uso x Reader 💕

Rub - Jey Uso x Reader 💕

D U Down - Jhea 💕

Enough - Jey Uso x PlusSize!Reader 💕🙃

Grind on Me - Jey Uso x Reader💕

Soundcheck - Dominik Mysterio x Reader💕

Freak - Jimmy Uso x Reader💕

Just Friends - Jey Uso x Liv Morgan 💕

Drunk In Love - Jhea 💕

HISS - Jhea 💕🐶🐾

How Many Licks? — Jimmy Uso x Reader💕

The Shaggy Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Sunflower Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Karaoke Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Labubu Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Mariachi Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Fairy Uso - Jhea 😂♥️

The Rockband Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Turtle Uso - Jhea 😂♥️

The Anniversary Uso(s) - Jhea & Jimmy/Naomi 😂♥️

Ride Wit Me - Jhea 💕

Squeeze - Jey Uso x Reader 💕

Look Back At It - Jey Uso x Randy Orton 🏳️‍🌈💕

This lovely introduction is written by Josie A. Love you Ryan!

Pony - CodyJey 🏳️‍🌈💕

WAP - Jey Uso x Liv Morgan 💕