#(Adult Verse up for grabs)

[monolotus]

°˖✧◝ (𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮) ◜✧˖°

includes: wonwoo fighting, mentions of reader having a period, ramyeon

[05:54 a.m]

wonu👾: having breakfast with mingyu! long day ahead 😢

[07:32 a.m]

wonu👾: good morning sleepy head!

[08:06 a.m]

wonu👾: let me know when you wake up!

[11:00 a.m]

wonu👾: just catching up! about to enter the studio, talk to you in a bit💗

[15:53 p.m]

wonu👾: it’s almost four, there’s no way you are still sleeping

[missing call]

[missing call 2]

[15:57 p.m]

wonu👾: are you mad?

wonu👾: if you are mad, at least let me know you are okay.

[16:37 p.m]

wonu👾: i don’t remember you having anything in your calendar, are you at the library? a caffe?

[17:25 p.m]

wonu👾: about to enter practice!

wonu👾: if i’m done and you haven’t replied yet, i’ll be going to your apartment

[19:57 p.m]

wonu👾: babe?

[missing call]

[19:59 p.m]

wonu👾: got left off early, im coming

Wonwoo had been busy all day, their manager bickering whenever he would get a break to text you during work. He couldn’t help it though, it was so rare of you to not reply to his texts. Not only that, but he had to re-write his entire verse in the next title track, as the co-producers said “it didn’t fit the flow”. So, on top of all his work, he hadn’t gotten a single message from you since last night.

He hadn’t seen you active on social media either, this only making him worry more.

As he got closer to the door of your apartment, he could feel his heart almost escaping from his chest as he saw the door unlocked. Why was your door unlocked? Were you with somebody? Had somebody break in?

Filled with questions, he quickly got into your apartment, starting to call out your name.

Going to the kitchen, he grabbed one of the largest knifes he could find, while holding his phone in the other. Ready to call for help if needed. Slowly, he started going to each room- the bathroom, the laundry room, even the little balcony you had.

The door to your room was slightly open, and he could only think the worse. Cracking it open, he saw your figure hugging a foxdungee. With a confused expression on his face, he let the knife in one of the shelves, before reaching for you, only for you to jump once you realized he was there.

“Wonwoo! You could’ve killed me!” You yelled, clutching at your shirt, catching your breath.

“I mean, yeah, you know why? You let the door open! Anybody could’ve break in! How could you forget to lock the door? Is something so dumb! You couldn’t even do that?” He was being harsh on you, but his own heart was beating like crazy- you hadn’t answered any of his texts or calls in the whole day, and you were just in your bed the entire day? He was exhausted after taking criticism and what nots from his members and staff the whole day.

“Well, good thing the building has security! Don’t yell at me, it was a silly mistake!” You pouted, your head had been pounding the entire day, your lower stomach felt hard with each cramp, and you had just woken up, your body too tired and numb to allow you to do something besides sleeping in.

“You’re right, you’re an adult. You should know better than to disappear the whole day and leave your door open to whoever wants to break in, right?” With that being said, he got out of the room, closing the door maybe a little too hard for his own liking.

With a sigh, he took off his shoes (too worried to see you to take them off before entering your home) and took back the knife to grab three packs of the ramyeon you always kept on hand, he started boiling the water.

He took a glance at your apartment, the sofa having one too many blankets, a pack of oreo out of the fridge and the bottle of peanut butter took his attention, a combination you only ate on a specific situation… Checking the calendar on his phone, he let a new sigh. You were pretty regular with your period, also this being one of the few things that can make you feel under the weather so easily.

He started cleaning the little mess you had on your house, waiting until the ramyeon would be ready.

Once he had set the table, he went back to your room. Knocking softly, he entered the space once again.

“Baby, i’m so sorry.” He murmured, seeing you covering even more of your body with the tick cover, “I thought you were just being childish, I didn’t know what date was.”

“Whatever you say, Wonwoo” you whispered, feeling his weight beside you, and his hand caressing your back.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered, pulling the blanket off you just enough to start kissing the little exposed skin of your face. “I should’ve asked if you were okay before overreacting like that. I was just stressed from practice.”

“Then fight with Hoshi and Jihoon, not with your beautiful but cramped girlfriend.” As you let off the blanket, you decided that receiving kisses from your boyfriend was more important that being petty.

Taking the hint, Wonwoo laid with you, starting to bombard your face with kisses. Hugging you tightly, suddenly the days stress started to disappear and the shame of yelling at you started to replace it.

“I’m sorry, jagiya” he murmured against your neck, “But I was worried, you hadn’t replied to a single text of mine”

“Because I was sleeping, Wonu. When have I not talk to you, even when mad?” you replied, with a heavy sigh. “Let’s eat, I can smell the ramyeon from here”

Later at night, when you were wrapped to your boyfriend’s torso while trying to fall asleep, you could only hide the smile that came with your boyfriend becoming so needy for you to accept his apologies. Obviously, a lot of kisses was the perfect payment.

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[callmeizukunotdeku]

I love the idea of parentified Tim Drake.

Bruce loses Jason and isn't ready for another son. Tim sees this, he acknowledges this, and he's okay with it. He's never really been a son to his own parents so he wouldn't expect the neighbor to start taking care of him.

When Tim's parents come home, they're not mean or anything, they just don't baby him. They treat him as an equal--as someone who knows what he's doing--and that's fine, because he does.

He's been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember, so when people try to treat him like a child, it angers him more than anything. The way that they assume just because he's young he can't take care of himself.

Tim's been to galas before, though. He's talked with Bruce and the man never treated him like he was incompetent. Tim's parents would ask Tim questions about the company so that he could recite them to Bruce. It was a song and dance he was well versed in, but he didn't really mind, not when Bruce looked at him with such a fondness in his eyes, always saying, "That's really interesting. You know a lot about your parents' company. Did it take you a while to memorize it?"

And he'd shake his head and say, "No," because that was the correct response, even if it was wrong.

Even if he had flashcards about Drake industries and kept up to date with perception of the company and the stock value and who the shareholders were and what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get that.

It wasn't one bout of work. It wasn't a single night of studying to make sure he passed the test, but a lifetime memorizing information and then rememorizing it when it changed.

So when Jason died and Bruce started getting bad, Tim knew what to do.

He was used to long term projects where it would be years before he actually got to see any result. He was used to seeing adults as people who he was responsible for, though he had to admit that the responsibility had never been that big before.

When Tim showed up at Bruce's doorstep, he was young, just like both of Bruce's other sons, but his eyes lacked that sort of naïveté and childlike wonder that should have accompanied the baby fat which persisted on his cheeks.

That's what made Alfred pause at the door.

There was a kid. A black haired, blue eyed kid. He was young, like both of Bruce's sons. His lack of naïveté was something he shared with both children, only Dick's had been a fresh sort of loss, one he was still mourning, and Jason's naïveté was something long-forgotten and left to rot. It was a feeling you smelt when you left the windows closed for too long.

Still there, still somewhere, but not quite right and never able to be found, only stumbled upon in rare moments of something that could almost be called joy.

Tim's naïveté is something he left at home. He keeps it on a shelf in his bedroom, something to look at when the going gets rough, but something too fragile to be held.

Maybe that's why Alfred lets him in.

That day, Tim meets Bruce--not Brucie or Batman, just Bruce.

He meets a man who's hair's grown long, but not long enough for it to have been intentional. There's grease in his hair and bags under his eyes and you can tell that he's been biting his nails.

He's clean shaven, because that's what people can see when he wears the cowl.

Tim takes a deep breath before walking into the room.

Bruce doesn't move, but Tim doesn't doubt that the man notices him.

The room smells like alcohol--a smell he recognizes from when his own father is home, though he can't say he's ever remembered it smelling so concentrated.

"Hello," he says, when he's right in front of Bruce, "My name is Tim, and I'm here to help."

Bruce doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to.

Tim talks to him, slowly distracting the man as he brings him to the bathroom, first trying to put a toothbrush in his hand and then, when that doesn't work, brushing the man's teeth himself.

Tim draws a bath for him and grabs him a new pair of clothes, and tells him to take his bath, only leaving the room when Bruce finally stands up and starts undressing.

Tim takes care of the sheets, puts new ones on the bed, and goes to the kitchen, to find Alfred already making food.

The butler asks him if he's staying to eat but Tim just insists that he's not hungry and brings the food up to Bruce.

He knocks on the bathroom door, and when Bruce doesn't respond, he opens it.

Bruce is sitting in the bath, knees to his chest, crying, but not otherwise moving.

So Tim rolls up his sleeves and washes Bruce's hair, then keeps him company as Bruce washes himself.

Bruce finds it easier to get things done when there's someone else in the room--talking to him, giving him something else to think about.

Tim talks as he gets Bruce out of the bath and hand him a towel. He talks as Bruce dries himself off and gets dressed. He talks as Bruce eats the lunch that Alfred made him and he talks until he gets Bruce back to bed.

He leaves, voice hoarse from talking so much after living in an empty home.

He comes back the next day and does it all again.

Alfred doesn't know what he should do. He knows, of course, that Tim is young and shouldn't be taking care of someone at that age.

He also knows that Bruce is in no state to take care of himself and all of Alfred's attempts have been in vain.

Tim's talking was what got Bruce to eat his first actual meal in a week--not just popcorn and protein bars. Tim's presence is what got Bruce to bed.

Tim was what was making things better, so while Alfred knew he should put a stop to it, he couldn't quite make himself do so.

Instead, he started doing little things.

He invited Tim to stay for meals.

Invited Tim to stay the night.

It took a while, but eventually, Tim started living in the manor.

One month, there's only ghosts in the house, the next, three beating hearts.

One month, Bruce can only think of his son, the next, he's calling Tim his dad.

One day, Bruce crosses the line as Batman, and the next day, he has a Robin.

You know how things go from there, some things are lost, others are gained. Some things stay the same, others do nothing but change.

Bruce and Tim get better, but Bruce still thinks of Tim as his dad.

No one really pays it much heed, though. That's just how they are--nothing really to note.

It's Dick, though, who starts noticing something's off, because Tim never sleeps.

When Dick was first adopted, he had nightmares.

He'd remember what it was like to watch someone fall. He did not watch it from the ground, but from the balcony, holding onto a trapeze, moments away from completing his own jump.

It took him months to finally come to Bruce, tell him about his nightmares.

Though he was never told the details, he knew it was the same for Jason. He pushed Bruce away, insisted that he'd be fine on his own, but eventually started letting him in.

He never asked, but assumed it was the same for Tim. When Tim couldn't sleep, when he had nightmares, when he couldn't stand to sleep in an empty bed, he'd go to Bruce like the rest of them did.

It was a reasonable thing to assume, and it was a belief he only questioned when he got up in the middle of the night to get water.

That same night, Bruce had a nightmare. Bruce knocked on Tim's door. Bruce slept in Tim's bed.

Tim ran his hands through Bruce's hair, promising that everything would be okay until Bruce fell asleep.

Now that he knew to look for it, Dick started noticing even more. The way Tim knew Bruce's favorite food and the way Tim took care of the man's company so that Bruce had the freedom to do what he wanted. The way Bruce turned to Tim when he had a problem or wanted to be told he did something well.

It was wrong.

It was wrong and Dick was trapped because he hadn't noticed it earlier. Why didn't he notice it earlier?

Tim came to him first, asked him to become Robin again. Dick knew about Tim from the start. Dick was there for the entirety of his stay as Robin.

He was there.

So why didn't he noticed?

Jason sees him panicking on patrol and Dick just breaks.

He breaks down in his brother's arms--arms he can feel tightening around him as he tells him everything.

They talk about it a lot after that. Jason starts noticing things too.

They bring in Babs and start making a file--compiling evidence because there's always the urge to just ignore it. To acknowledge that Bruce is doing better than ever.

But that requires them to forget about Tim.

To let the boy take care of Bruce and not live his own life.

Because, now that they're looking, they can see how lonely it is.

How he doesn't have any school friends--he had to drop out to take over WE.

How he's grown apart from Young Justice--always leaving when Bruce is in trouble or needs someone to talk to, not able to bear the idea of what Bruce might do if left alone.

Because Tim knows he'll break.

Bruce needs someone to take care of him, and Tim exists to fulfill the needs of others, regardless of how much it takes from him.

So Tim goes and helps his son. He never talks about how tired he is. He has sleeping pills to fix that, and maybe he can't take them because what if Bruce has a nightmare and then he can't wake up Tim--it's unimaginable.

Dick and Jason notice, though, and they try to bring it up with him, but they're not sure how.

Not when Tim's gut reaction is just to start taking care of them, too. Easing their worries, telling them that everything's okay.

They want so bad to insist that it's not okay, that this is going to ruin Tim and he can't spend his whole life like this.

But they want even more to be held. To be granted that unconditional love and care that comes with being Tim's child.

So they try to say something--anything.

But then, Tim smiles. He opens his arms to them and asks about their days.

And they they try to tell him that not everything's okay, but Tim is smiling, and they try, but they can't say a thing.

[animamii]

Hit Different | Eren Jaeger 𝜗𝜚 Part Trois

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Eren meets his match when Ymir's cousin crashes into his life. Classic playboy meets maneater. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𖹭.ᐟ modern aot verse! college au!

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・

"Next time we're keeping Historia's ass far away from the mimosa tower," Ymir grumbles, her arm slung tightly around Historia's unsteady waist as the group walks out of the diner. Her grip tightens with every teetering step Historia takes, like she’s wrangling a drunk toddler in heels. With the sun somehow still bright as hell you put your sunglasses back on, needing to black out the unnecessary light. You swear it's always extra bright when you're hungover.

"Dunno how she always ends up in charge of it," Eren mutters, tone dipped in that signature blend of amusement and irritation. He squints after her, watching as Historia sways into Ymir’s side, muttering some gibberish that doesn’t sound remotely human. "It's like the two just gravitate towards each other." In Eren's head he imagined the mimosa tower being a magnet, Historia a teeny piece of steel, being pulled towards it no matter what.

"I know, shit's insane. She downs half the tower on her own every time and then acts surprised when she’s blacked out by noon. Always ends up the drunkest cause she doesn't know her damn limits. Talk about white girl wasted," Ymir grunts as Historia stumbles a bit when she trips over her own shoes and uneven pavement, "Plus when she's drunk she somehow gets ten times heavier like a damn anvil. Help me carry her to the car, Jaeger?"

Historia suddenly jerks upright like a woman possessed, blonde hair all in her face as her bleary eyes lock onto something across the street. "Oh shit! That gay bar is open!" she gasps, voice filled with a kind of awe usually reserved for witnessing a miracle. "Let’s go!" And just like that, she’s off. Ymir's still attached to her side, practically getting dragged in the process like an owner with an eager dog.

"Oh hell no!" Ymir scrambles to grab her tighter, heels digging into the pavement. "Jaeger! Fucking help me!"

Eren lets out a long-suffering groan before swooping in, effortlessly scooping Historia into his arms. "Alright, that’s enough outta you," he mutters, adjusting his hold as she kicks her feet in protest. You’ve carried a drunk Historia before, and you know she turns into a human sandbag the second alcohol hits her system. And yet, Eren moves like she’s weightless. Even with her flailing and attempting a dramatic escape, he barely struggles, his grip unshakable. You linger for a second too long, watching the way his arm flexes underneath his hoodie as she wriggles in protest, the slight tension in his forearms as he tightens his grip to keep her still. Okay, so he’s stronger than he looks. You shake off the thought, refusing to let it take up any real estate in your brain. But you can't help but stare just a little longer.

"Unhand me, you big bozo!" Historia slurs dramatically, attempting to point at the neon-lit bar like she’s making a declaration of war. "This is gay business! I can smell the cosmopolitans calling me!"

"You're cut off, dumbass," Ymir groans, rubbing her temple. Connie can't help but just watch and laugh, not helping one bit. His cackles and Historia's drunken shouting can't help but draw attention to the normal people trying to enjoy their Sunday afternoons. Ymir just shakes her head, always tired of being a babysitter. She just shakes her head with a groan, already regretting not drugging Historia with a Pedialyte slushie before brunch.

"Bro, this is embarrassing for all of us," Connie says as he catches his breath, hands on his knees as he watches Historia still flail like a petulant toddler in Eren's arms.

"You’re not even helping," Ymir gripes, sharply glaring at the boy with the buzzcut. She leads everyone to the car like she's the only sane adult hauling a pack of children, looking back every so often to make sure that Historia's drunken ass hasn't escaped.

"Because this is the best thing I’ve ever seen, duhhh," Connie trails behind, recording a snapchat video for the group chat to laugh at later. He starts recording, narrating in a fake documentary voice. “Here we see the rare and majestic Historia in her natural state: absolutely wasted and irrational. Nature is healing.” The shutter sound clicks, and you know that video is gonna be looped for weeks. Maybe memed. Probably memed. Connie was definitely gonna play it out though.

You’re trying not to laugh, but you’re too busy watching Eren handle the whole situation like it’s just another inconvenient errand. No complaint, no fumbling. No struggle, no fuss. Just calm, sure movements—like hauling a drunk girl around is as familiar to him as tying his shoes. His hands are steady, one arm braced around her thighs, the other across her back, like he’s done this a hundred times. Maybe he has. That thought shouldn’t bother you, but for some reason, it kinda does. Not that you’re going to unpack that right now. And if your brain kind of… short-circuits for a second when he adjusts his grip—one hand flexing slightly as he shifts her weight so effortlessly, hoodie riding up just enough to hint at toned skin beneath—well. No one has to know. It’s a private glitch. You’ll reboot later.

“Fuck me,” Ymir groans, dragging a hand down her face, already exhausted and they haven’t even gotten to the car yet. “She’s gonna be a handful the whole ride back.” She turns her head toward Eren. “Ride with us, Jaeger?”

Your stomach does a weird little flip at the thought, but you push it down. It’s just a car ride. Nothing to overthink. Right? You blame the sudden onset of butterflies on the champagne still lingering in your system. Just champagne bubbles mixing with the greasy breakfast.

Eren, still holding a continuously struggling Historia, finally gives a resigned sigh after some thought and glances at Ymir. "You got the doors unlocked?"

"Yeah, yeah," Ymir waves him off, already fishing into her flannel pocket for the keys. Her tone is flat, but her eyes still twitch toward Historia like she’s waiting for her to explode again.

Eren shifts Historia in his arms again, and this time, his gaze flickers toward you. The movement is subtle, barely noticeable, but you feel it—the way his eyes drag up just enough to catch yours. But just as quick as he looks at you, even if it felt like an eternity, his eyes flit away.

You shove your hands into your pockets, tilting your head at Historia, who is now reduced to limp, defeated grumbles in Eren’s arms. “You done fighting?”

She sighs dramatically, letting her head flop back. "I just wanted to drink cosmos and dance to Doja Cat." You swear you could hear tiny sniffles from her, but you can't see her face, just blonde hair hanging as she dangles from Eren's broad shoulder.

"You can do that shit when we get back home," Ymir tells her, unlocking the car with a beep. "It'll be easier to carry your drunk ass to bed when you eventually pass out."

Eren doesn’t even wait—just yanks open the door with one hand, the other still hooked under Historia’s knees like she’s weightless and deposits her into the backseat. He barely dodges a sloppy slap from her as she whines something about oppression and the straight white man doing what he does best. You chuckle and shake your head as you get in the front seat. You'd be damned to sit next to Eren as he manspreads out. Or even worse, have a drunken Historia rolling around on top of you.

“You’re violating my rights,” she slurs, her hand flopping uselessly against his chest before sliding off. “This is textbook oppression. The straight white man strikes again.”

Eren dodges the limp hit with a sigh that says this isn’t his first rodeo. “You’re not even making sense,” he mutters, mostly to himself, but there’s the tiniest curl of his lip, just a little side smirk of a smile. His patience shouldn’t be attractive. You decide it’s not. It’s definitely not.

“Do you see that bar?” she asks Eren, pointing lazily out the window like she’s discovered the world’s greatest treasure. “Cosmos. Dancing. Gay magic.”

Eren doesn’t even look at her. He just sighs again, the sound low yet amused. “You’re literally impossible.”

“I know,” Historia drunkenly hiccups. “But also—Eren, help. I wanna go there. I need it." Her voice turns soft with a needy desperation, her hands up against the window like a prisoner, leaving splotchy handprints on Ymir's car window as she drags her hand down with an audible squeaky sound.

A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound is sweet and genuine, light and bubbly. which makes Eren look up. And what he sees makes his heart stutter. Looking at you from the rear-view mirror, he can see you smile. Not your slick smirk or that fake, passive aggressive condescending one you had been giving him for the past two days. This is your actual genuine smile, apples of your cheeks dimpled, pulled wide enough that a hint of teeth shows through. Something in him pauses, like a skipped heartbeat. It’s annoyingly soft. Disarming.

Before he can linger on it—before he can figure out why it hits him the way it does—Ymir abruptly swings open the driver door with all the force of someone exhausted by life and brunch. "Alright, hadda make sure Connie was sober enough to drive his dumb ass back to our place. Ready to roll out?"

"I am," Historia says just a little too loud in Ymir's ear, making her jump. "There's a gallon of Tito's with my name on it in the fridge." If she wasn't gonna get her cosmos and gay bar, she was gonna make vodka sodas at home and at least pretend she was at one, one Charli xcx song at a time.

"Fuck, Stor! Buckle your ass up," Ymir pinches the bridge of her nose before she starts the car. Ymir's beat up altima starts up with a heave. "Gonna end up going over a speed bump and your tiny ass is gonna go flying out the damn window." Fumbling sounds could be heard, Historia helplessly mumbling as the seatbelt keeps slipping from her sloppy grip.

With a tchht of his teeth, Eren takes it into his own hands and leans over to buckle her up. Ymir backs out of the parking lot, her music turned up loud enough so she doesn't have to hear Historia whine every time she doesn't stop at one of the dozens of downtown bars. Your left elbow is rested on the center console as you scroll through your phone, your vibrating notifications pulling you away from your tipsy watching out of the window.

From the angle you're sitting Eren has the perfect view of your phone. And him, being ever so nosy about the mysterious enigma that was you, couldn't help but watch. Because of course he would. Each social media app on your home page seemed to have double or triple-digit numbers in the little red bubbles that resided in the top right corner. Connie really wasn't lying about that roster, huh?

Opening up snapchat, your chat log is bombarded with unopened snaps and messages. Eren's eyes narrow ever so slightly as he watches you swipe through your messages. The longer he watches, the more he can’t seem to shake the feeling of being… a little too invested. He takes note of the little bitmoji avatars. Mostly guys, he realizes. The messages from the guys pile up, his brow twitching with each one. A few snaps, a couple of “What’s up?”s, a few “Miss you”s. You half swipe a few, reading the message but leaving them on delivered, leaving the sender in agonizing limbo. Others you flat out just leave on read without blinking, not even giving them a sliver off attention.

Then you open some from girls, he doesn't know who, but these are the only ones that actually get a response from you. You're actually engaging, actually responding. Laughing quietly to yourself. Sending back stickers and even sending funky ass pictures with weird filters. He tries to hold back a snicker as you use one that gives you a cartoonishly big forehead.

Then a notification pops up at the top. It's a text. 'How was brunch?' Eren's brows furrow, eyes scanning the screen to read the name. And everything in him stills in that moment. Jean. The fuck? Jean texted you? The thought settles in Eren’s chest like a sickly strong emotional cocktail—one part disbelief, two parts irritation. You were actually texting Jean. Did he actually manage to snag your number last night at the party? The thought sits uncomfortably in his stomach now, but he doesn’t dare to admit it. You tap the message to open it, your acrylic nail making a 'tut' sound against the phone as you do so. With his eyes stuck to your screen, he realizes you two had been texting... a lot. Like a lot.

Eren can’t help but notice the way your fingers dance over the screen, typing out responses quickly, as if the conversation is something you’re eager to continue. It makes something twist in his gut, something unfamiliar and green. There’s something about it that grinds at him. His jaw tightens slightly, and he watches you send the message to Jean without hesitation.

'So this is how you operate', he thinks bitterly. The decisiveness in which you engage, and the fact that you don't seem to care who you leave on read, except... for Jean. Jean, who in this moment gets all of your attention, all of your effort. Jean, who somehow managed to snag your number after one night of partying.

Eren’s fingers twitch. His hands, resting in his lap, clench into fists without him realizing. There's this sinking feeling in his chest; something sour he can't quite place. What does Jean have that he doesn’t? He doesn’t know why it’s getting under his skin this badly. He shouldn’t care. He barely even likes you, only tolerates you cause you're Ymir's cousin—at least that’s what he tells himself.

'Brunch was good. Lot of mimosas, a little too many.' Your fingers pause for a moment before you add, 'Ymir had to carry Historia out of the restaurant lol.' You send it with a little laugh. He can see it. He can hear it in the way you’re typing. And he swears he could actually hear you softly giggle under the music.

Eren inhales sharply. His throat tightens. He’s watching this entire exchange like it's some kind of sick fascination. But the thing is, it’s not just curiosity anymore. It’s... jealousy. He doesn’t know why it’s hitting him like this—why he feels this need to know how close you two are. How much he’s really got to compete with.

He watches as you send another message. 'I’ll let you know when I’m free to hang out next. You still owe me that drink.' The message seems innocent enough on the surface, but the way you send it, so casually, so… comfortably and expectant—it digs under his skin. You tap the send button without a second thought, locking your phone and not waiting on Jean's response. It’s as if you don’t even register that Eren’s been watching, studying you. But he’s fully aware of it. His focus is on you, every movement, every keystroke.

A quiet breath escapes Eren, and his grip on the seat tightens, almost painfully. What the hell was he doing? Why did it matter so much? He glances at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than it should, trying to read you—trying to make sense of the way you move, the way you talk, the way you operate. There’s a confidence in how you handle your connections, your interactions with people. He’s starting to get it now. You have the ability to make anyone feel important, to make them feel special, without ever giving anything away. And Jean? He's eating this shit up. Too naive to know that you're stringing him along until you get what you want out of him. Eren doesn't know what, but he knows a girl like you, someone who can charm her way into anyone’s life with ease, always knowing just what to say to keep them hooked, isn't easily satisfied by such a soft, nice guy like Jean.

Eren clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to ask you, to call you out on this subtle game you’re playing. But he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts in his seat, trying to pull himself together before he says something that would only make this worse.

Eren’s gaze stays locked on the back of your head for a moment longer than it should, trying to shake the knot in his stomach—or trying to burn a damn hole to see you drop dead from how jealous he is. He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling that familiar tension creeping up the back of his neck. He had never felt it before, but it was starting to become constant every time he was around you. You started to bring out these icky green feelings that he had never in his life felt before. His jaw is tight, his mind racing through thoughts he doesn’t want to have. Jean… One of his best friends that he knows like the back of his damn hand. Too sweet, too kind. A damn simp if Eren were to really want to get under Jean's skin. But you? You’re a whole different game. And what’s worse is that you know it. You know exactly how to play everyone, keep them dangling. He knows a nice guy like Jean is the perfect fodder for a man eater like you. But that's not what really pisses Eren off, if you could really see what was going on in that pretty little head of his.

The quiet hum of the car seems to stretch forever. He wonders if you’ve noticed the way he’s watching you. Probably not. You’re too wrapped up in your phone, your next message, your next move.

He shifts in his seat again, uncomfortable with the weight of his thoughts. You’re a puzzle he can’t solve, a game he’s not sure he wants to play but can’t stop being drawn into. And Jean? Jean’s just another piece. It pisses him off, and Eren can’t figure out why. It’s not like he cares what you do, who you talk to. Right? Right?

He watches you again, his green eyes flitting between you and your phone—between his desire to snap at you, to call you out on the fact that you're playing with people like it’s a game, and the part of him that can’t help but admire how damn good you are at it. It'd be like the pot calling the kettle black, but Eren was a damn hypocrite. He couldn't stand that he actually respected the game you had.

Finally, his resolve cracks. His voice is quiet, a little rougher and choked up than he intended, as he breaks the silence.

“So, when’s this drink happening?” The words feel like a challenge, even though he didn’t mean them to. He feels a strange tightness in his chest, like he just poked the hornet’s nest and he’s about to get stung.

You look up at him then, a glint of something playful in your eyes. So, he’s finally speaking up, it seems to say. You lean back slowly, ever so smug, eyes twinkling, but there's a nonchalant coolness in your smile that sends another jolt through him.

"Were you reading my messages, Jaeger?" Your voice is a sickly-sweet patronizing pitch, and Eren hates that his stomach does a flip to it. Like a damn puppy wagging its tale when it's excited. Your words. The tone. It’s like flipping a match straight into Eren’s already gasoline-soaked nerves.

He doesn’t answer immediately—of course he doesn’t. Just stares at you with that staggered expression, jaw tight and calloused fingers curled against his knees like he’s holding himself back from doing… something. Anything. Maybe everything.

Your question just hangs in the air, obnoxiously casual, like you didn’t just clock him red-handed. Like you weren’t completely aware of the way you can irritate his entire soul with a fake nice smile and giggle. You watch his mouth press into that stubborn line, and for a split second, you can tell he’s debating whether to lie or double down. And you can’t lie—it’s kinda hot seeing him scramble internally, even if he’s doing a damn good job at not showing it.

Eren finally exhales a laugh, dry and humorless as he rolls his eyes. “You didn’t exactly make it subtle,” he mutters, glancing back out the car window, the irritation evident in his face, evident in the scowl he can't even bite back anymore. “It was practically a live show.”

You raise an angled brow, feigning innocence. “You mad I didn’t cast you in the lead?” Your voice lowers in register, raspy and sultry as your eyes go lidded a bit, now smugger, like you're feeding off of his negative reaction.

That finally gets a reaction—his head snaps back toward you, those sharp juniper eyes narrowing. He’s annoyed. And not in that flirty, I’m-pretending-to-be-jealous way. No, this is deeper. Tighter. Like it hit a nerve he didn’t even know was exposed until you jabbed at it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he snaps, though the bite doesn’t land the way he wants it to. Too reactive. Too defensive. His own voice betrays him, makes him sound a little wounded and hurt like a kicked puppy.

And you? You smirk. Not out of cruelty—well, maybe a little—but mostly because you’ve got him now. Hook, line, and pretty little sinker. Eren Jaeger, who never lets shit get under his skin, is spiraling over a text thread with Jean Kirstein.

You tilt your head, voice syrupy-sweet and ever so condescending. “Aw, don’t worry, Eren. I’m sure Jean would share the spotlight. You could even hold the boom mic.” Teeth gems glinting as you grin at him.

That earns you a scoff, one that sounds way too much like a growl under his breath. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You lean in, lips curved in a slow, wolfish smile, eyes locked with his. “No. I know I’m funny. But thanks for confirming I’m also memorable.” The silence after that is heavier. Not awkward—just loaded. Like the air between you could spark if either of you breathed the wrong way. Like shit would explode if one more thing was said.

Eren breaks it again, but this time his voice is lower, steadier. “Just don’t fuck with him.” It was almost inaudible, and you were definitely sure you were the only one in the car to hear that, with Ymir too focused on driving and Historia taking a drunken cat nap with her head resting against the window.

You pause at that. The smirk fades. A flicker of something unreadable flashes across your face before you look out the windshield again. His tone was different this time. Not teasing. Not bitter. It was serious. You roll the words around in your mind before finally responding. "Who said I was fucking with him?"

And maybe that was a lie. Or maybe it wasn’t. But either way, it shuts him up. You don’t say anything else, and neither does he. The tension sits between you like an uninvited passenger, strapped into the middle seat and very much not minding its business. The music plays on. The road keeps rolling.

And Eren? He stays silent. Because deep down, he knows he wasn’t really saying that about Jean.

He was warning himself.

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・

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Wenclair but it's Spider-Verse

i was watching atsv and decided i'd rewrite a ghostflower scene as wenclair cause i'm bored.

warning there's mention that yoko is dead just accept she's enid's peter oops

might do another scene soon if i can get myself to do it

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Wednesday walked into her room, slamming the door as she did. After arguing with her parents, Gomez and Morticia, over her missed classes, her constant lateness, her friends, and how it seemed that she didn’t care about her dad’s promotion in his job, she wished she could just tell them.

“Two months.” She muttered. “I’m Spider-Woman. I’m not grounded”

The girl sighed and grabbed her headphones, laying on her bed and playing a song that reminded her of the girl she’d met from another dimension two years ago. She missed her so much. Closing her eyes, she started humming along to the song, not noticing when her books began floating, her art supplies circling a strange orange and purple hexagon above her bed.

Wednesday noticed the sudden, growing brightness before she noticed the muffled voice over her headphones

“Wednesday! Wednesday!”

Wednesday took off her headphones to see the girl from two years ago. 

Enid Sinclair, Spider-Woman of Earth-902

“You got a minute?” She asked, as Wednesday yelped, throwing off her headphones and moving out of the way for Enid to drop down.

“Woah! Enid, how did you- Where have you-”

Enid interrupted Wednesday with a sudden, and strong hug.

“How… have you been?” Wednesday asked as she felt the warmth of Enid surround her chest, her soft hair touching her chin. Not an all too unpleasant feeling.

“Uhm.. good! I- I’ve been- Yeah, look at you!” She gestured to Wednesday, indicating how much she had grown and gotten taller since their last meeting. 

Enid got up from the bed, and began walking around the room.

“Is this the room you grew up in?” She asked with genuine interest, seeing how much more juvenile it was compared to her dorm room.

“Yeah… but, y’know…” Wednesday grabbed a beheaded barbie doll and threw it out of her room. “My- My dorm room is…  Very Adult” she said, deepening her voice, trying to cover up the fact her voice hadn’t changed since they last met.

“Woah, cool figures!” Enid gestured to a shelf full of Monster High dolls, one of the only things with colour that Wednesday could stand. Monster High, her graffiti art, and… Enid.

“Yeah, no i used to play with these when i was a kid too.” Enid says, unaware Wednesday simply collects them. She pats Draculaura’s packaging and turns to see Wednesday, trying to find a way to hide her sketchbook.

THWIP! THWIP! 

Two webs shot at the sketchbook, Enid’s getting there faster. 

“Are these your drawings?” She asked as she started flipping through them. “Wow, they’re good.” She notes.

“Maybe stop!” Wednesday says urgently, but too late, as Enid is already viewing the multiple sketchbook pages of drawings of her, her spidersuit, her hands in the “Thwip” motion.

She closes the sketchbook and hands it to Wednesday, her eyes closed, hovering over Enid’s shoulder.

“Missed you too” She says, teasingly.

Wednesday throws the book onto her bed, and turns to face Enid as she sits on her windowsill. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Enid asks, shedding her brown cardigan to now just be in her spidersuit, a pink bodysuit with purple markings, forming a spider. Wednesday would normally find these colours horrendous, but on Enid, they looked genuinely fitting.

“I’m… Grounded” Wednesday sighed, not wanting to get into trouble with her parents even more. 

“Bummer.” said Enid, rolling out of Wednesday’s window as Wednesday chased after her. She couldn’t say goodbye again. Not yet, anyways. She looked out to see Enid’s mask now on her face, it being purple with wide white eyes.

“Is… Spider- Woman grounded?” she asked sarcastically.

Wednesday looked back into her room, and back at Enid.

Enid’s eyes widened, as if to say “Are you sure?”

Wednesday sighed.

Just then, Morticia and Gomez appear outside of Wednesday’s door, rapping at it gently. 

“Wednesday? Your father is ready to talk now” Morticia said softly, entering Wednesday’s room, and seeing nothing new but an open window and Enid’s brown cardigan. She picked it up and Gomez stormed out of the room, yelling “That’s three months!”

Meanwhile, Wednesday and Enid are swinging through the streets of New York City, catching up on lost time. 

As Enid is explaining the way she got here, and her new fangled watch thingy that she got that keeps her from glitching in this dimension, Wednesday’s all-black spidersuit collides with the summer evening air and the cool breeze it’s blowing.

The girls swing through multiple streets in a minute, talking about Enid’s cool Spider-group she got invited to. They each grab a hot dog from the local vendor, and web a 20-Dollar bill to his short, Wednesday yelling “Keep the change!”.

They spot a thief stealing an old woman’s bag, and stop him quick and swiftly. Once they have decided to stop this, Wednesday took Enid up to her “thinking spot”.

“This is a really cool thinking spot” Enid spoke.

“Who needs a treadmill when you have the Williamsburg Bank building?” Wednesday jokes.

Enid laughs softly. Wednesday’s heart felt aflutter at that noise.

As the city sounds return to her ears, Wednesday needs to hear Enid’s voice again. She quickly files through the recent things she failed to follow up on a conversation with, and lands on the subject of her Dad.

“So… you and your father… you still haven’t talked?” She asks, and Enid’s face drops slightly.

“What exactly would we talk about? ‘Hey dad, how have the last few months been? Still think i murdered my best friend?’” Enid responds sarcastically.

Wednesday notes in her head to visit Enid’s universe and set her father ablaze one day.

“I mean… my parents… maybe if i told them, i-”

“Don’t. Trust me on that.” Enid cuts her off, tying up her hair and walking upside down to see the view of the city.

Wednesday decides to leave her some space, so when she goes upside down, she sits a little further away from Enid.

“Maybe some things are supposed to be just between us…” Wednesday trails off.

“That’s a nice way to think about it.” Enid replies.

“I’m just a really emotionally intelligent person. Beyond my years, some would say.” Wednesday tries to sound sincere, but ends up sounding sarcastic.

Enid scoffs and rolls her eyes in fake shock. 

“You really are always great to talk to.” Enid admits. 

“I am?” Wednesday asked, genuine shock in her voice as she moves to sit next to Enid on the edge of the building.

“Yeah… i mean, how many people can you talk to about this stuff?” she asks.

“You don’t even know…” Wednesday responds. 

Enid sighs. 

“Are you okay?” the dark-haired teen asked, her mask now off to match Enid.

“You’re the only real friend i made after Yoko died.” Enid replied. 

“...other than Ajax, right?” Wednesday asks, referencing a boy she spoke about being friends with during their swing.

“That’s… different.” the blonde responds.

“How?”

“I don’t know… you�� and me… it’s…”

“We’re the same.”

Enid looked at Wednesday, slight confusion in her face.

“In the important ways” Wednesday continued her sentence from before.

Enid takes pause.

“In every other universe, Enid Sinclair falls for somebody.” Enid says, looking up (or down, depending on how you wanna look at it. With like, gravity and such. anyways)

Wednesday’s eyes get a bit wider, and her hand gets a bit closer to Enid’s.

The blonde sees this happen, and closes her eyes.

“And in every other universe… it doesn’t end well…” She says as Wednesday retracts her hand.

Enid looks at Wednesday, who has a slight reassuring look on her face. Enid smiles and turns away.

“I believe the saying goes there is a first time for everything.” Wednesday states, although Enid’s face doesn’t turn to see her.

Enid allows her body to fall to the left, resting her shoulder on Wednesday’s as they both watch the sunset.

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hope yous enjoyed :) i'll link my ao3 to my profile eventually

[marymary-diva17]

Your my daughter Ma ite

There was not only one sully that had came to pandora, as there was another they came as well. A child that daughter of Jake sully had been taken, to pandora with her father as there was little left for her on earth. Along with a father who didn't wish to leave behind the child he loves and care for so much. When they arrived on pandora that when their new lives had started.

y/n " ......" you are sitting on the grass while watching your three younger siblings and cousin playing around, you had been a only child when you came here but soon gained three siblings and mother later on.

????? " y/n"

y/n " hello kiri"

kiri " can I sit by your he boys are playing to rough for me"

y/n " sure you can kiri"

kiri " what are you playing with y/n"

y/n " my song chord"

kiri ' your song chord is so different from everyone in the family"

y/n " well that because we all have experienced different miles stones in life" you had become happy when your dad told you that you were going to become a big sister, it made you happy even on the day when Jake told you neytiri had become your new mom. Jake knew you didn't have a good relationship with your brith mother, or barely any relationship with her at all.

kiri " hey what are you making"

y/n " well some bracelets for the whole family even baby tuk"

lo'ak " why does she need a bracelet she just a baby"

y/n " well because she my siblings I made you one when you were a baby, same with all of you as well"

neteyam " we love them"

lo'ak " It very funny on how some of the clan thinks neteyam is the oldest sully kids, when it your big sister"

kiri ' it because she human dummy and doesn't have a avatar body stupid"

y/n "hey be nice you two"

kiri & lo'ak " yes big sister"

y/n " I hope one day I will get a avatar body verse waving this mask all day"

kiri " well I think you are beautiful as human y/n"

y/n " thank you now come on we need to get home before mom get worried"

spider " hey my dads said I can stay out a bit longer"

y/n " haha very funny walk monkey boy" the boys laugh as you had shoved spider in front to walk, and soon the group did what you said as you are the oldest. The kids had soon reached the village and started walking towards their homes.

navi women " I still can't believe neytiri had taken in toruk makto daughter, from the sky people"

navi man " she tries to dress like us but she will never be one of us"

navi women 2 " toruk makto should of left her in the care of those others, as she started a new life with neytiri he didn't need his past holding him back"

navi women 3 " I hear that neytiri was speaking with the tshaik, in a private meeting they were speaking about her I think they are going to convince Jake sully on leaving her with tsu'tey mate for good"

navi man 2 " her being her mess up the line of succession for olo'eykthan family"

navi women 4 " she will never inherited anything with her demon blood and looks, she mocks neytiri by represent Jake old mate and life" your had become use to the gossip of grown adults as a very young age, knowing a small amount of the clan didn't accept you and other humans. It seems like your siblings and spider were to far ahead to hear any of the words being spoken.

kiri " hey sister come on mom said she will make the family favorite tonight"

y/n " oh coming" the kids had reach their home after escorting spider home.

neytiri " hello children welcome home"

kids " hello"

y/n " hi" all the kids sat down when you soon felt someone grab onto your thigh.

y/n " heu tuk tuk"

neytiri " tuk tuk"

y/n " yes I gave her that nickname and she seems to like it" you had picked up tuk and place her in your lap. neytiri smiles at all of the kids as she makes dinner.

neteyam " mom we had a good day with y/n today she took us to the river"

neytiri " oh did she I hope you all were behaving for her"

y/n " they were all good we can take tuk next time to give you a break"

neytiri " sure let me think about it" you had nodded your head as you play with tuk and your siblings.

Jake " hello everyone I home"

neytiri " welcome home ma Jake"

kids " hey dad"

Jake " y/n will you be staying for dinner with us or will norm be calling you to base for dinner"

y/n " I will stay if you all will have me"

neytiri " you are welcome here my dear"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " hey mom what with all the leather and beads in that basket"

neytiri " oh they are for something I'm making that all"

lo'ak " it look like clothes mama who are making clothes for, it seems like a girl"

Jake " kids leave it be your mother will tell us in time" your younger siblings had sighed as you shook your head, you did wonder what neytiri was making. Dinner was wondering but there had been times when you caught neytiri looking at you, but when she noticed you were looking back she will look away and attend to your siblings.

Jake " kids say goodnight to your sister I will be walking her home"

kids " bye y/n"

y/n " bye everyone thank you for having me over for dinner neytiri" neytiri had nodded her head as she grabbed the basket and soon, went into the room she shared with your dad. Jake and you are now walking home together.

Jake " is everything okay sweetie you were not talking at much at dinner"

y/n " no everything is good dad"

Jake " you know you can be honest with me baby girl so tell, me what the matter"

y/n " I know you and neytiri have been tougher for a long time now, but do you think she gets bother if I call her mom or mother"

Jake " what makes you think that"

y/n " well I have overheard some the other navi talking about me, saying that your should of left me in the past and that I might be adding stress to neytiri .... I ask to watch tuk for her for while so she can get a break and time to herself an it seems like she didn't like that idea"

y/n " the clan wonders why you didn't just leave me in the care of norm, and move on with the new family you had been giving"

Jake " I was over heard mo'at and neytiri have been talking about you, but either one of them wish to tell me about it"

y/n " dad if I'm making home uncomfortable for you I can stay at base, it will be better and you favoring me will not settle well with the other clans and this one"

Jake " baby girl you are my first child I love you"

y/n " I love you to dad but I don't want to bring harm to the family"

Jake " I wish for no harm to come to you as well I know you are the oldest, but you can stay here util I know it safe for you to be at village for long times ... same thing for spider I will not stand for any more of this bullying I will handle this"

y/n " yes dad"

Jake " good and maybe one day you will have an avatar body like your old man, and then there will be no stopping you"

y/n " I will really love that dad so much." Jake soon smiled, brought you into a hug, and kissed your forehead.

norm "There you are kiddo I was going to come looking for you"

jake "No need to worry norm we were just having a conversation, head inside baby girl I need to have some words with your uncle"

y/n " yes Dad goodnight I will be in my bedroom room or the common area"

norm "Thanks, kid. Spider is inside waiting" You nodded your head and walked into the base as the door closed behind you as you watched your dad and uncle talk. It seems very serious by your father's stance and how she was moving his hands as well. Jake had always been worried about you and wanted to make sure, you had a good life and a relationship with the family as well. He didn't want you to be through heartbreak again like in the past when to his ex. He had made a promise to keep you safe and love you, and he will never let that promise go.

many weeks later

y/n "Okay, whoever gets to the mark will be the winner of the game and the best climber for the remaining of the month." You are looking at your siblings and spider as they prepare to race each other.

y/n " I want a fair game if I see any rule-breaking none of you win"

kids " yes"

y/n "Okay, ready, set ... go go" the four kids had race towards the tree and started climbing as you watch from the bottom, with tuk on your back.

neteyam " I'm the winner"

lo'ak " no fair you are the second oldest and taller then us all"

neteyam " it fair baby brother"

spider " we should gave a do over"

kiri " yes a do over"

y/n " neteyam wins he got there first and grabbed the mark he the winner"

lo'ak/spider/kiri " oww"

y/n " come on we can do sometimes else that will make us all happy" the kids soon come down and they soon joined you and tuk on the ground, as the group soon walked elsewhere and sat down. In a place between the village and the human base as well.

lo'ak " hey why havant you and spider been spending that much, time at the village with us"

y/n " we have been sticking close to home most days under uncle from and dad orders"

spider " yes there have been some issues that have come up, that need to be handle"

neteyam " what type of issues we can help solve them so you both, can have meals with us along with uncle norm as well"

y/n " this is adult business that what dad had said well most of it"

kiri " oh well we can come have meals with everyone at base, it will be fun"

y/n " we have to ask permission first before we do anything" your siblings had nodded their heads in agreement, the rest of your dad with your siblings had gone well.

later on that night

Jake " so kids how was your day"

neteyam " it was fun day we got to spend time with y/n and spider, we had a race she was the referee for us"

Jake " that was nice of her"

lo'ak " neteyam won"

neteyam " I won fair and square"

lo'ak " fine"

kiri " dad can we go have a sleepover with y/n one night beauty please"

Jake " let wait for your mom to get home and see what she has to say"

neytiri " I'm home I brought home a good caught for dinner"

kids " mom"

neytiri " well it seems like you all had a good day with your sister, where is y/n will be joining us for dinner"

Jake " no she will be eating at base with norm and spider"

neytiri " oh"

neteyam " y/n did a great job on watching tuk mama"

Neytiri " that good of her we have to have her over one night for dinner, and to stay over this is her home ma Jake"

Jake " yes we should" the family had ate dinner but it was easy to say there was something off, with the whole situation. When the kids had went off to bed, Neytiri had deiced to have some words with Jake.

neytiri “ ma Jake may we talk”

Jake “sure honey what the matter”

neytiri “ I was wondering when will y/n be coming home, she hasn’t been here so long the village and home not the same without her”

Neytiri “ spider as well he is missed along as well, Tsu’tey misses having his son at his home”

Jake “ I had some words with norm and max along with the kids, and we don’t think it safe for them to be here right now”

neytiri “ what do you mean ma Jake we have extra oxygen for them in the village”

Jake “ there seems to be some underlying issues coming from the clan members, as they don’t seem to like the pair”

Neytiri “ what else ma Jake”

Jake “ Neytiri I can handle it form here”

Neytiri “ no Jake you will tell me what has happened, y/n is my daughter as well and if anyone bother here then I will deal with them”

Jake “Okay I will tell you y/n has overheard some members of the clan speaking poorly about her, questioning why you have taken her as my daughter and why I have kept her as my daughter”

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “They also mentioned how they had seen you speaking with your mother about the topic of y/n” 

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “ I had thought it would be best for y/n to stay at the base until, I can find out a solution”

Neytiri “ Jake, I mean no harm to y/n I love her as my daughter and will do anything to protect her, she always helping out around the home and clan”

Jake “What else? You sound worried”

Neytiri “Well, she human mostly everything her can hurt her, and I'd rather not see her or spider get hurt”

Jake “Oh Neytiri”

Neytiri “those things the kids have spotted that night, had been something I been making for her” neytiri soon reviled some clothes she had made, for you some of them human sizes and others Navi sizes.

Neytiri “ I heard the scientists talking about making, avatar bodies for y/n and I wanted to make her clothes that will make her fit in and loved”

Jake “ oh neytiri why didn’t you tell me ahead of time”

Neytiri “ I wanted to surprise you ma Jake and y/n”

Jake “ well she going to love it neytiri”

Neytiri “ we will still need to deal with the others on how they will be treating y/n, in the future as I will not let this happen anymore”

Jake “ I agree but right now let’s go speak to our daughter and have her home” the next day neytiri and Jake came by the base to speak with you. 

y/n " so you don't hate me or wish me gone"

neytiri " no I don't and I will deal with the others but you are my daughter ma ite, and you will always be my daughter no matter what happens"

y/n " thanks mom"

neytiri " I will do my best as a mother to you and make sure no harm comes to you or your siblings"

y/n " thank you"

Jake " so will you be coming home again as you are missed very much"

y/n " yes"

Jake " good baby girl and now if anything like this happens again we will handle it like a family"

y/n " yes dad"

????? " aww you are stepping on my foot"

????? " well move your foot"

Jake ' kids you all can come out now we know you are there by now" your siblings soon came out, kiri and lo'ak fighting while neteyam was holding tuk.

neteyam " big sister are you coming home because I need your help, when it comes to dealing with them"

y/n " yes I will" you had taken tuk from neteyam and held her smiling brightly.

Jake " see baby girl we are a family no matter what anyone says" the family had hugged each other very happy, about what had unfolded right now. As you had learn that day that neytiri loves you as a daughter no matter what happens, you will always be her child and she will defend you as her child.

[acetaminphen]

Forgive Me Father (PT 2)

Charlie Mayhew x Reader

*religious, sacrilege, angst, some fluff, mentions of abuse / abuse, adult content 18+, mentions of blood, not entirely based on how he would act, not religiously accurate*

WC: idk it’s long but not too long.

You awake in the morning, a heavy feeling in your chest. No…not heavy, is it amusement? You feel almost giddy to hear what Father Mayhew has to say for himself. That day replays in your head constantly. The day you went to find Father Charlie to talk about certain proverbs he had mentioned during Mass. Proverbs 4:25, 26. You couldn’t find him anywhere so you went to see if he was in his room. When you approached his door you were about to knock when you noticed the door was slightly ajar. Commiting a transgression, you peaked through the door. May God shield your eyes from what you had seen. Father Mayhew, shaking hands with no one but the devil himself… He was masturbating.

You kept watching, a part of you didn’t want too, but you did. Clutching your silver cross necklace, you couldn’t help but stare. You felt something you hadn’t felt in a long while since becoming a nun. A certain desire. A sinful desire. You took a step back from the door when he stood up, not wanting him to notice you. He washes his hands in holy water and then grabs something nearby. He kneels by his bedside. Suddenly you hear a sharp crack. You peak back into his room. Seeing him whipping his own back, self-flagellation. One after another. Repeating verses to himself. Blood pooling down his back with how harshly he’s hitting himself. He’s barely flinching… Yet he looks dejected, almost sickened with himself. Covering your mouth with how astounded you are, unsettled and almost disgusted. However, another part of you felt remorse, almost understanding in a way. You couldn’t take watching anymore, so you left.

All while daydreaming, no, reminiscing about that day, you notice the time. You’re almost late to confession. You hurry to the chancel. Noticing there’s still a long line, all the other nuns are still waiting. Normally at this time you would’ve been near the last one, if not completely last. “How long have you been waiting, sister?” You whisper.

“Long, sister.” She shakes her head, “I’m almost worried for Father Charlie. He’s never been this late before.” You nod your head at her words. You stand there a moment longer before walking off.

You’re going to his room. You can’t help but remember what happened the first, and last time you went to his room. Could you risk seeing that again? Would he be doing the same thing? Worse? You can’t help but think of what if something is truly wrong with Father. What if something did happen? What if he hurt himself badly and he passed out from blood loss? All these thoughts rushing and scrambling through your mind. You finally make it to his room, faster than you thought, you must’ve been subconsciously rushing. You take in a a deep breath as you knock on his door and walk in with your eyes barely open. “Father?” You speak barely above a whisper. You can barely make out him turning around with how narrowed your eyes are. You fully open them to see him wearing nothing a but a towel, and a Bioré nose strip?

“Would you mind closing that door? Please.” He softly speaks up, his eyes dark.

“Is that a Bioré pore strip on your nose?”

He lets out a small laugh, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” He removes the strip. “Isn’t that what they taught us?”

You can help but almost stare at his body, almost fully enamored with how he looks. You are fully enamored. All you can muster up to say is a quiet and weak “Mm-hmm.”

“What are you here for, sister?”

“If I may be so bold…”

He slightly interrupts you, “We have that in common.”

“You missed confession.”

He takes a step closer to you, “I didn’t want anyone to overhear what either of us has to confess.”

“The confessionals are nearly sound proof, Father.” You speak quickly. Nervously, almost in disbelief, you know he’s lying.

“Maybe I like seeing your angelic face.” He looks you up and down, examining you. “It lifts my spirits.” You make a small, quick silent prayer to God, for your incoming thoughts. What the hell is he thinking?

“Would you mind?” He slightly leans his hand towards you, “Drying my back?” a folded towel lies in his hand. You look at the towel and then him, you reluctantly take the towel and follow him over to the other side of his bed as he kneels down. As you move behind him you can see many scars, fresh wounds, bruises, stitches. You gently place the towel on his shoulder, he lets out a small groan. As you continue gently dabbing his back he continues to groan, almost as if he’s being pleasured in someway. Almost as if you are pleasuring him.

That subtle feeling of desire. That little God forbidden hint of desire. Lust. Sin. It boils in your chest, your chest becoming heavier and heavier with each groan he lets out. Your stomach churning, it feels light. The fluttering in your stomach almost making you nauseous. You can’t help but give into the desire, letting your free hand wander onto his ribs. Caressing his soft supple skin. Deviating towards the front of his chest, your body subconsciously leaning towards him. His head leaning back ever so slightly with his eyes closed. He lets out a deep groan, guttural almost. You’ve completely lost hope, he’s weakened you. Your face leans in closer than your body as it touches the nape of his neck. So close you know he can feel every breath you’re taking. Both of you quietly and softly moaning. Your hand quickly but yet almost slow motioned, moves up to his neck as you caress all the way around. Fingertips moving up to his jaw, then working their way into his mouth.

“Sister.” Weakly escapes his lips. You let out almost a soft moan.

“Sister.” He repeats. Your open mouth continues to glide against his cheek. “No, no…” He softly states. Your mind is like an abyss at this point, you’re so far gone into the affair. Your ears are ringing.

“No!” He roars, almost as if he was scolding you, quickly snapping you out of your fantasy. You jump back from him, clenching the towel with both of your hands. He slightly looks up in front of him, “For all that is in this world, the desires of the flesh, the desires of the eyes, the pride of life come not from the Father…” He turns and looks at you, “But from this world.”

You look ahead of him and see none other than a painting of God himself. Watching. Seeing. The almighty God, watching you daring to commit a sin right before his own eyes. You throw the towel down and rush out of Father Charlie’s room. Almost slamming the door behind you. As you make your way down the corridor, spinning in disarray. Letting out a gutteral scream. Twirling around, you’re going insane. How did he break you, make you feel that way? Not once but twice. This time acting upon it. Not only is it just a sin, but to sin in front of God himself. You’re shaking, physically and mentally. You reach the banister, grasping the railing, your knuckles white. Thrashing back and forth, so vigorously your wimple flys off. You collapse in front of the banister, before letting out yet another gutteral scream.

You’ve completely fallen for him. Yet there’s something inside you, telling you not too. Not your faith, not your vows. Could it be God himself? Sending you a warning of acting upon your sinful desires? No. It feels almost like a clairvoyance. What else could make you feel that way? Lust and repugnance at the same time. A heavy feeling of guilt yet innocence. A feeling of rebellion and obedience.

Satan.

You recall the words of the Mother Superior as they echo in your mind, “The devil is real. He’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, cause he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favorite.”

Satan. That man is the devil himself.

⊹˚ ࣪⚝₊ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ⭒. ࣪☾.⭒ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ ࣪⚝₊ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ⭒ . ࣪☾.⭒ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ⭒. ࣪☾.⭒

ALRIGHT guys, not as much dialogue in this one as the last but i hope you enjoy it just as much as the last. possible part three if you guys insist and it does well again.

also i literally cannot wait for the next episode, im so excited to see what plays out with the entire plot, and of course father charlie mayhew himself. is he really the devil himself? or just a sacrilegious priest?

[bandsandwristbands]

Howdy, erm, sorry, but I thought since you know Abt mha more than me, you would make this better.

So, the idea is: gaalee, but mha teachers (Lee is teaching orientation on the terrain, and Gaara more like hero activity moderator which mission, who and how should do it, smth like it. Dunno if in bnha verse they have such organ, but I think it would be neat). Like. Gaara and Lee are their adult versions with kids, but Lee is divorced. So, they like meet after loooong time and be like: remember our battle arc, when I almost killed you? Wanna do that again, just to see our progress? - Gaara said.

Since Lee is a teacher he has stadium pass.

So, they end up repeating all the steps like on manga until Lee jump on higher place (tribune or smth), Gaara would think like 'he is abt dropping his weights', but Lee actually just jumps down SUPER CLOSE TO GAARA'S FACE. He could feel warm breath in his forehead, Lee band a lil to his lips, Gaara in shock he just can't move sand at all (Lee still doesn't have quirk, that just pure shock). Then Lee just slide his hand in gourt, grab some sand and pour it on the flore through his fist and then like 'any new tricks from this dawg, cause I learned some'

I am sorry but this stupidity was rooting my brain too damn fast.

Is it gay enough to discuss? :p

Have a good Day!

Taz I do hope you know what you've done here, you have smashed together my two favorite ships of all time and now my brain is broken forever.

I'm obsessed and I will be drawing this fight scene you've written as soon as I have the energy for something complicated. For now, I only offer a lil flashback and Gaara being the New Teacher lol

They are being so polite for introductions lol

Close up and transcriptions under the cut

Sports Festival:

-Lee loses to Gaara and is unable to join the hero program- flunks out of general studies- gets license from different school (Lee is quirkless)

-Rumors that Gaara is definitely going to be a villain- seen as a nepo baby- Father is a business man with ties to hero corruption/working with villains

Years Later @UA

-New Teacher Gaara- Reformed attitude+ therapy- wants to fix hero corruption from inside

-Established Teacher Lee- explaining to his students how his wraps are reinforced to withstand his full punches- thanks support!

G: "Sorry for almost killing you." (thinking: Tall, cute, strong.. Wonder if he hates me now)

L: "Oh! It is all in the past! You are forgiven! Please let me know if you need help with anything! I look forward to working with you!" (Thinking: omg he's so cool now! He's barely even scary! Its been so long! Maybe he'll spar with me! So pretty..)

G: "Likewise."

[amalthea-13]

Stolas, Miscontextualing his Words, and Boundaries

It is I, Amalthea, the ultimate Stolas kinnie, back at my own blog to go off about something someone JUST reminded me of because LORD do I forget how much this fandom loves to take things Stolas says in Season 2 and apply it to Season 1 as if character development and learning isn't a thing.

Anyway, once again Blitz D!ck Riders DNI if you are gonna sit here and act dense. Either engage in good faith or get blocked. Plain n simple.

Anyway moving on, in Season 1 I have pointed out that Stolas is a HORRID flirt. He has no sense of tonal change nor an understanding for where and when certain comments are appropriate to make. It's one of his many weak points due to being so sheltered as a child and as an adult due to his wife destroying his reputation and socially ostracizing him from those within the same social caliber (except my boy Vassago bc he's a real ride or die).

Stolas is horrible at socializing and it's just apart of who he is in Season 1 until he gets to know Blitz and what makes him tick.

90% of this mans understanding of life is through fucking soap operas. When Via is away the only thing that gets him out the house is Blitz or literally being kidnapped by an assassin, fight me on that one. He's a bad flirt, are ya'll gonna sue him for it???

But in Season 2 when Stolas realizes that he and Blitz are unequal in their agreement and he was hurting Blitz so he makes it clear he wants Blitz to stay bc he wants to, not out of obligation. SUDDENLY, WE REMEMBER EVERY LINE VERSE AND TIME STAMP OF STOLAS'S ASS FLIRTING ATTEMPTS.

The man does not want to treat Blitz poorly. He wants to treat him with dignity and respect. Reflecting on his behavior he realizes how much he has misread the context of their entire relationship.

He realizes that what he is doing is UNFAIR.

Stolas doesn't genuinely look down on Blitz.

He's never talked to Blitz in the context of making him lesser by rank, but his actions are mis contextualized by Blitz and his defenders as "classism" when really the poor bird can't flirt. Which is fair since those comments alone are confusing without knowing Stolas and the upbringing he had. (See? I can be nice lol.)

He is socially inept during season 1. Stolas hadn't really learned what Blitz needed or wanted in their relationship, but he genuinely makes an effort to respect Blitz. He no longer called him Blitzy or baby talks at him. However ya'll LOVE to cling to ONE DAMN LINE, and run with it!

WE GET IT, HE CALLED HIM AN "IMPISH LITTLE PLAYTHING" AND IT WAS FUCKED UP!

HOWEVER, SINCE TRUTH SEEKERS HAS STOLAS CALLED BLITZ THAT???

WAITING ON AN ANSWER BC I AM 99.9% SURE HE HASNT EVEN SAID THAT PHRASE SINCE THAT EPISODE!!!

You all cling to that damn line like a rope ladder to justify saying Stolas has "double standards" on his boundaries, that when he tells Blitz during apology tour that he is "making him uncomfortable" that he didn't mind making Blitz uncomfortable in Season 1 so why should Blitz respect him?

I'm sorry, but there is a staunch difference between being a poor flirt, and demanding sex from a man who is disinterested entirely.

Stolas never grabbed Blitz this way. He never, ever in any regard forced him to have sex with him. Consistently trying to respect Blitz as a person and going MONTHS without sex and still giving him the grimoire.

In season 1 the most Stolas does is say ignorant statements or nicknames. Blitz in Full Moon was trying to pressure Stolas into sex that he did not want.

"But Stolas forced Blitz to have sex with him when they first met!"

This has been debunked by @yasmiralotta and I will be piggybacking off their evidence (go give them a follow I loved their post), but Stolas wasn't trying to pressure Blitz into anything.

Stolas was BLINDFOLDED and tied to a BED when he started talking to Blitz about how much it meant to him for his first enjoyable time to be with his first friend, the first and only person he ever had a real connection with. Also he had downed a bottle of absinthe the scene before.

He could not have seen if Blitz walked away or left the room. He was being vulnerable with someone he trusted so NO Stolas did no coerce or force Blitz to sleep with him.

Blitz slept with him because he felt bad for him. Therefore, that is NOT Stolas's fault.

Moving back to my initial point, Stolas says that he doesn't want to sleep with Blitz despite him trying to push Stolas to sleep with him. He says "I'm uncomfortable with how you're speaking to me right now." Thats the exact sentence, timestamp 2:29 of Apology Tour.

A lot of people (especially on Tiktok), like to take this line and scene and follow it with scenes from Season 1 of Stolas being a bad flirt.

Then claiming that it "didn't matter" when he made Blitz uncomfortable and is therefore a hypocrite which- is such a random point of logic since this is during Season 2 where Stolas is realizing how bad his behavior was.

Stolas has a right to say NO I don't want a transactional relationship. NO I don't like how you are talking to me at the moment. He has the right to say NO.

So many of Blitz's defenders like to take lines Stolas says and mis contextualize his statements entirely. Stolas wasn't uncomfortable because Blitz wanted sex. He was uncomfortable because Blitz wanted to continue the transactional relationship they had. Blitz literally says he wanted to feel like he "earned it". Knowing damn well Stolas no longer wanted that.

A lot of people accuse Stolas of "self victimizing" when truly he is expressing his feelings to Blitz and saying he was serious that he didn't want a transactional relationship.

Relistening to my own arguments, Stolas has no want for a transactional relationship bc that's all he has ever known with his family by complying with their wants and rules.

This man wants something real but if he says that he's "self victimizing".

Consistently this fandom misreads Stolas as a character and always favor Blitz to him over things that are easy to debunk with proper reasoning! You can't take things he says out of context and make it applicable to season 1, IT DOESNT WORK THAT WAY.

Anywayyyy, Amalthea out. My ask box is open for questions on Stolas or if you want me to talk on a certain topic.

Love yall.

I'm tired now so sorry if things in this post are jumbled.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Idk why I’m imagining this but I have to put this somewhere.

Okay so au of the never Nikola dark kitten au, where Stanley successfully manages to either escape or kill Ford and Bill. The world is in shambles, but he’s still a kid, he’s a adult-kid in this lonely world, and he can’t even drink.

One of the days he’s surviving in the forest, he’s pulled through a dimensional rift and accidentally ends up in the regular cat verse.

But he doesn’t trust Ford for the life of him.

If Stan escaped/killed Ford and was living on his own, his rage fueled adult mindset would finally relax, and he'd act more kid like. Not exactly the same, because he still has his memories and trauma, but more relaxed and childish.

Right up until he saw Ford, where the rage would overwhelm him and he'd lunge. No thoughts just wanting that man dead, snarling and trying to attack him with everything he had.

Thankfully his tiny kid body makes him easy to grab and pull away, and the moment Fords out of sight the rage starts to fade, until he's almost like he was, except now with murder in his eyes. He'd avoid Ford like the plague once it was explained he was in a different dimension, and everytime they crossed paths it would be very obvious how much he wanted to attack him.

He might actually prefer to go back to his own falling apart dimension, because at least there he knows there's no Ford(if he killed him), and the ghost of who his brother could have been wouldn't be walking around.

[yupuffin]

Marine biology nerd reacts to Wuthering Waves fishing minigame! Part 2

Your resident biology major who loves sea critters is back with another post on the obtainable fish in the fishing minigame in Wuthering Waves 🐟🌊 Since my last one got significant positive reception!

First off for this post, we have...

Til the Fin-ish

"Til the Fin-ish" is based on the kissing gourami, a special kind of fish with an extra joint in its jaw that allows it extra dexterity in scraping algae and other nutrients from substrate. It also uses its highly mobile jaws to spar with its conspecifics, though the reason behind this particular form of aggression is still not well understood. This "kissing" behavior makes it popular in aquariums, hence the leucistic (light pink) morph on which the version in Wuthering Waves is based!

(Image source)

I'm not very well-versed on pop culture references, so I couldn't immediately find anything to which the name "Til the Fin-ish" (and the associated in-game tagline) might be a reference... though if anyone has any leads, I would be delighted to hear about a potential source! 👀✨ It is an edible fish -- though I'm not sure how widely available it is from a culinary standpoint -- so there is indeed a nonzero chance you might find yourself in a situation wondering whether you "finished" a couple of this fish.

Pricklecrab

The pricklecrab is almost definitely based on the king crab, a family of crabs known for their covering of prominent spines. Surprisingly, they are in the same superfamily as hermit crabs! As such, they are not necessarily "aggressive predators" like their in-game counterparts; hermit crabs are omnivorous scavengers, not predators.

(Image from NOAA, in the public domain)

Incidentally, some kinds of king crabs do get pretty big -- a large red king crab (Paralithodes camtschaticus) can weigh up to 28 pounds -- so if you, hypothetically, did pick up and throw a king crab at your enemies, I imagine it could deal quite a bit of damage. Being able to grab it in the first place would probably be the most difficult part of the whole process!

Bogie Shrimp

The Bogie Shrimp is likely based on Anomalocaris, a genus of extinct marine arthropod that lived roughly 500 million years ago. I've seen them discussed a few times on Tumblr, so you might be familiar with this little guy already!

(Image source)

Superficially, Anomalocaris is pretty similar to the Bogie Shrimp, with a couple of key differences: first, the bogie shrimp is much larger than Anomalocaris probably ever was. Estimates put the largest known Anomalocaris specimen at a maximum length of about 50cm; the one I've found in-game is more than twice that size! (Still, 50cm is considered enormous by Early-to-Middle-Cambrian standards, so the vibe, at least, is accurate.) Second, Anomalocaris did not have "razor-sharp fangs," or even teeth at all; its mouthparts probably operated by suction and were certainly not strong enough to penetrate exoskeletons, so, while indeed carnivorous, it almost definitely fed exclusively on soft-bodied prey.

And then, one final critter -- I have again saved my favorite of the bunch for last...

Seabed Snow

The "Seabed Snow" is based on the nudibranch, more colloquially known as a sea slug! While they are mollusks, they lack shells in their adult forms. They have rhinophores (chemosensory, i.e. smell/taste), organs on the front end that look like little ears or antennae, and gills on the rear end, which, put together, makes them quite adorable. There are over 3,000 identified species of nudibranchs that come in all kinds of different shapes and colors, and they live in oceans all over the world, so they are quite a varied group when it comes to appearances!

Seabed Snow are on the large side for nudibranchs; most nudibranchs are pretty tiny -- maybe a couple of inches or so, so they can be surprisingly hard to spot! -- but the very largest nudibranchs can get to lengths of about 60cm, which matches my in-game "biggest catch" of 63cm.

Seabed Snow is likely based specifically on the giant white nudibranch (Doris odhneri), which is found primarily on the west coast of the United States. (How do they say it... "west coast represent?") Granted, this guy is not really all that giant, only reaching lengths of about 20cm tops. Otherwise, the resemblance is pretty spot-on!

(Image from NOAA, in the public domain)

As much as I'd love to wax poetic about nudibranchs, I'll wrap up my post there today! I do have one more post in this series I'd like to make later, so keep an eye out for that. 🐟✨

Part 1 -- Part 2 (you are here) -- Part 3

[sharksarewaterdogs]

Codywan Dad!Obi Tatooine Fam Clone Rebellion/Death Star Come Early Au

(I actually lost all my notes & wips on this one 😭 Jotting down from memory here)

The Death Star finishes like 10 years early. Mainly bc I watched the Obi-Wan show & wanted Uncle!Obi raising bb!Leia

Bail is in Leia's role in ANH, only he is executed after being forced to watch Alderaan destroyed. Leia stowed away on his ship & was also captured but is held prisoner after witnessing this

Obi-Wan manages to break into the Death Star & rescue her, in this 'verse making it out alive with her. Owen & Beru *also* survive, & he has them flee Tatooine with Luke, and takes Leia to meet up with them on—idk??? Somewhere. Just a rando stopping point, bc they lowkey become like space pirates for a while

Ok not really *pirates* but maybe more like Robin Hood? Or travellers who do odd jobs, or... idk

Basically the idea is they're gonna be living on a spaceship for the next year so however that comes about 👍

We get some tension btwn Owen & Obi-Wan. Like, reluctant brother bonding. They shared a brother—Owen never knew Anakin, but he knew Shmi, and she spoke about him so much Owen grew fond of him as well. As far as he knows, the Jedi, of which Obi-Wan is the face, are responsible for spiriting away a young boy with promises of escape from harsh circumstances and instead exploited him & got him killed.

This is not a Jedi hate fic, but Owen is biased against them. He's also very much got judgmental quiet middle child vibes.

It's also gonna play into how Obi-Wan feels about his Jedi culture. He's got a lot going on with every thing that's happened, and denial/shoving it down can only last so long.

Beru is a bamf, obviously. She also has a more nuanced view on Obi-Wan—or rather, she doesn't let hurt and resentment cloud her view on him, bc Owen *does* understand more of the nuanced view, he just denies it to himself bc he's hurt & worried for his family.

Beru draws Obi-Wan subtly more into the family dynamic, basically like oh I see him brooding on the edges probably thinks he can slip away on us again haha right "oh hey I *really* need you to help make the [Star Wars varient of mashed potatoes] 🥰"

Beautiful manipulative bamf. Honestly, she's the one carrying the braincells—Obi-Wan is reeling from the trauma of opening himself to the Force for the first time in a decade only to be hit with the screaming slaughter of Alderaan (another genocide from Anakin's hands), Owen is being a grumpy (stressed) fuss over the babies. She's got the coolest head on her shoulders.

(Codywan is coming we're establishing the FAMILY first; Clone Fam in part 2)

Beru immediately adopts Leia as well. Owen is a little wary but also that is a Baby she has Trauma he is grabbing the biggest fluffiest blanket for her already

Luke & Leia are in a weird position of being like cousins but also siblings, bc of the whole being raised apart thing & Leia kind of trauma bonded to Obi-Wan as her parental figure after everything, but they click immediately.

Luke thought of Obi-Wan as "that weird hermit Uncle Owen doesn't really like" and now is lowkey picking up on the Lore

Esp since the twins are terrible about eavesdropping on Serious Adult Conversations. Obi-Wan catches Owen & Beru up on what happened & they decide to avoid settling anywhere for a bit but instead hop around space in the Outer Rim to avoid detection

Obi-Wan intends to slip away actually & try to somehow destroy the Death Star (oh god just give Leia ALL the attachment issues), but at the first port they hit they're met with absolute shock—

The Emperor and Vader have been assassinated. The Clone troopers have taken charge of the galaxy.

[nattinatalia]

URBAN WYATT X HARLOW SIS : STUDIO TIME

A/N : My timelines are all over the place with this universe so just enjoy. Also, this is where Jack and Clay find out they’re dating 🙊 A huge shoutout to my bestie westie @harlowcomehome for helping me with this.!!!!!!

⚠️ Warning : SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY!

“No, no, no.” Jack groans.

“Y/N act right and stop making moaning sounds.” Clay shutters, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not a singer so I don’t know what you want me to do.” You tell them, sitting down on the chair they had inside the booth.

When your brothers invited you to spend the day with them, you didn’t know it would be in the studio or that they would ask you to try to sing a verse to one of Jack’s new songs.

“You’re not supposed to sing, just read it off normal.”

You raise your eyebrows immediately, “Then why does Jack always does that annoying deep voice?”

“I DO NOT.”

Clay laughs, “I’m sorry bro, but she got you there because you do.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, just do the damn verse.”

The door to the studio opens and once you see who it is, you start getting warm all over your body.

“Urb, please help me with her.” Jack exclaims dramatically.

“What did she do now?”

You gasp and face Urban. “Excuse me? I’m not that bad.”

He smirks “Sorry, little one, but you are.”

“Stop calling me little one.” You mumble out, looking down at the piece of paper Jack had handed you.

“Why do you want me to sing this verse anyway? Don’t you have a bunch of little side chicks who would love to be in your little album?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Clay helps me with the beats, you help me with the chorus. I thought it would be a cool sibling thing to do. But if you don’t want to, you can leave.”

“She wants to do it. She’s just nervous.” Urban speaks up. “Why don’t you two go get some fresh air and I’ll stay here with her.”

“Leave you two alone?.” Clay chuckles. “So you two can kill each other? No thanks.”

“We’re two grown adults, we can put our childhood rivalry aside.” Urban shrugs, taking a sip of his water.

“Okay, fine. I need a little distraction.” Jack says, he grabs his keys and phone. “You know what button to push to record right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, we’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” You yell out.

Both your brothers walk out the door, but not without giving a double look at both Urban and you.

You quickly take off the headphones you were wearing and stand up.

“Soo.” Urban starts, walking into the little space of the booth. “Need a little distraction?”

You smile, “Get over here and kiss me.”

Urban held his finger up to his lips to shush you, worried your brothers would overhear.

“They can’t hear us over their own thoughts” You rolled your eyes as Urban walked toward you.

He starts placing soft wet kisses against your neck and collarbone, you closed your eyes as you moaned into his ear. The smell of weed and cologne filling the air, only made you want him more.

“Babe, they’re outside” you breathed against him.

“Then we better make it quick” he whispered before grabbing you by the waist and placing you against the soundboard.

Your skirt made it easy for him, using his warm hand to spread your legs.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

The palms of your hands rested against the soundboard as you threw your head back. Urban took his time against your folds, flicking his tongue quickly against you as your legs trembled.

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

Urban didn’t wait, taking that as his signal. He crawled on top of you, as best as he could without putting his weight on anything.

“There!” You pointed to the studio couch, not wanting to wait another minute.

Urban picked you up, slapping your butt before moving to the couch. He dug in his pockets for a condom, ripping the edge of the wrapper with his teeth before hurriedly sliding it on.

You both let out a moan louder than intended as you took his length.

“We have to be fast” you moaned between thrusts.

“Don’t worry, I will be” he laughed as your moans only grew louder. He knew that you weren’t able to control your noise level, something he loved about you.

It only took a few minutes before you panicked, pulling Urban by the hair to kiss you. Your muffled moans escaped inside his mouth as the two of you orgasmed one after the other.

***************

After your little distraction, you and Urban actually decided on working on the chorus your brother wanted you to do.

You were both laughing about something random, when your brothers walked in.

“Well I’m surprised both of you are still alive.” Clay says.

You shrug, “We don’t actually hate each other you know that right?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Yeah we know, you two share some sibling love.”

You start to cough, “Hmm not really.” You say between coughs, trying to play it off that you got disgusted by your brother's comment.

“Anyway.” Urban starts. “She was able to do the verse. It’s all recorded so you can listen to it.” He says as he sits down next to you on the couch that was across the room.

Clay and Jack make their way to the table where all the different buttons are. What are they for? You had no idea that’s why you didn’t dare mess with their stuff.

“Alright, let’s hear what you got.”

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Both Clay and Jack yell.

Urban and you immediately stand up, you run towards your brothers and start pushing random buttons so the recording could stop playing against the speakers.

You turn around to face your brothers, face red with embarrassment. “I-I can explain that.”

“Explain what? That you made a porno with my best friend?” Jack yells.

“Don’t be dramatic, we didn’t do it on purpose.” You tell him.

“OKAY SO EXPLAIN TO US WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“Dude, relax so we can talk about thi-“

“Do not tell me to relax when I just heard my best friend and little sister having sex.” Jack yells.

“Technically, we weren’t having sex yet, he was just-“

“Y/N.” Clay yells.

“Babe.” Urban says, shaking his head.

“BABE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BABE?” Jack starts getting red on the face.

Clay glares at Urban, “Are you two together, together? Or what the hell is going on?”

You nod, “We’re together.”

“Since when?” Jack snaps.

Urban starts scratching at his neck with nerves, but answers anyway, “Her birthday party.”

“We went official after my birthday party.” You shrug.

“Which one? The LA one or the one mom threw?”

“Does it matter? They’ve been dating for months and hid it from everyone. What is mom going to say?” Jack asks, he does a double take, “Mom knows doesn’t she?”

“She has her suspicions, but I haven’t confirmed anything yet.”

Jack shakes his head, glaring at both Urban and you. “YOU TWO KEPT THIS FROM ME. MY BEST FRIEND AND MY LITTLE SISTER, HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?”

“Dude I know it feels shitty finding out the way that you did. I wanted to tell you sooner but your sister-“ You elbow Urban in the ribs

It’s your turn to glare at your boyfriend, “Yes me, I didn’t want to tell my two annoyingly over protective brothers that I was dating one of their friends. I knew how you were gonna react so I wanted time to see where it’ll go and see if there was a way to smoothly tell you about it.”

“This shit is so fucked up, what we heard, no sibling should ever hear that. You two going at it in my work space.” Jack shakes his head in disgust.

“Y/N” Clay starts. “Go home.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Don’t tell me what to do Clayborn. Let me explain-“

Jack scoffs, “I don’t want to hear a word from you, if anything Urb can speak for you. But you’re my sister, you knew from the start that my friends were off limits and you crossed that line anyway.”

“Your rule was a stupid rule and you did it only because you noticed I had a crush on him since middle school.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you just leave please? Can you do that?”

“Jackman-“ you start

Urban grabs a hold of your hand. “Babe, let’s just go.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head, glaring at our hands intertwined together. “She can go, we need to work.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay. I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the show.”

Jack stands up, “No you won’t, I don’t want you coming anymore.”

It’s Urban’s turn to glare at Jack, “Dude come on.”

“She knew what she was doing. I told her plenty of times not to cross that line and she did it anyway. I’m pissed, I have every right to be.” He snaps.

“Just so you know, I didn’t do it to spite you.” You sigh before continuing.

“I tried really fucking hard to follow your idiotic rule, to stay away from him. I fucking moved away from home because I couldn’t handle not being with him the way I wanted to be. I thought with time and with you being an adult, you’d realize it was childish to begin with but I was wrong. You’ll always fault me for loving him and that’s too bad because I know deep down, I’ll never stop and you’ll never be okay with it and I guess I have to live with that.”

Urban turns your way to look at you, “Baby.” He says it so sympathetic, and you know just then how really down you were for him.

You shake your head. “Stay, do what you have to do here and I’ll see you later.” You squeeze his hand before letting it go and walking out the room without any other word.

Urban sighs and looks at Jack and Clay. “I crossed a line, I know that.” He continues. “But it’s also unfair that you knew of our feelings for each other and your solution was to say we were off limits.”

“You’re my best friend.” Jack scoffs.

“And she’s your sister.” Urban exclaims.

“Is she though?” Jack shrugs. “If she would be my blood sister, she wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”

“Jack.” Clay warns.

Urban immediately starts getting annoyed. “That’s fucked up what you’re even trying to say.”

Jack shrugs, “I’m pissed off, I’m allowed to say what I want.”

“Not when shit like that can hurt her.”

“Can we just get back to work?” Jack asks.

“What do you need me here for? Because the last thing I want is to be here while you talk down about my girlfriend.” Urban snaps.

Clay sighs, “Go check up on her, I got it down here.”

“No-“ Jack starts but gets cut off by the glare Clay throws at him. “Fine, go.”

Urban starts walking towards the door but stops halfway to look at his best friend. “Like she said, we tried really hard not to act out on our feelings. You were always her first concern, even if it meant hurting me in the process. That girl, your sister, man she’s it for me and I know you won’t believe me because of my past, but what she said, made me realize that Y/N and I? We’re endgame and it’ll be disappointing if you can’t forgive us and accept it. I love her and I’m not hiding it anymore.”

With those last words, Urban walks out leaving the two brothers alone to think and process everything that just happened.

*************

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sundew: Chapter 1 (Tom Hiddleston x Mia)

AN: Better late than never, eh? Welcome to Sundew, the long awaited sequel to Sunflower! This series will include adult content, infidelity, the rocky road that is marriage and international relationships, abusive behavior, custody issues and international travel.

Just a thanks to my beta @nyx-umbrakinesis who's been so kind as to cross fandoms to make sure my American ass doesn't look a fool while writing scenes on the other side of the universe from me. Summary: With Mia and Tom settling into the reality of marriage comes untold new obstacles. Between Tom's busy career and Mia's insistence on being financially independent, something has to give. In the chaos of travel, in-laws, potential moves- stress fractures abound. Will the pressure of custody questions or an unexpected memory hiding in the shadows be what fractures their new marriage or can they weather the storms? And if they can't, can they heal? Or will all their hopes and dreams be devoured by the darkness?

The only thing for certain is the way the sun sparkles on the morning dew on a crisp English morning. CW: None

“What’s that?” Sally asked as Mia opened the envelope and dumped the contents onto the counter in the bright, sunlit kitchen. 

“A surprise,” Mia answered, leaning down as if she was sharing a secret with her young daughter, “for Tom. Little books that will let us travel really far away.” 

“Like to where Tommy’s from?” 

“Yep!” Mia nodded, the motion exaggerated for the child, shifting the waves of brown hair over her shoulder. “Go pick up your blocks and we can pack this up for Tom.” 

Sally ran off to do as she was told, leaving Mia with the task of checking their flight information and hotel reservations for the hundredth time that day alone. Travel wasn’t something Mia was well versed in, let alone traveling with a small child. But Sally wasn’t all that small anymore- she started school and was very much a big girl, seemingly growing bigger by the day. 

The stress would be worth it too, for the chance to do something for Tom. To Mia, it felt like there were so few ways for her to show her trust in the relationship or her devotion to Tom. She’d spent what felt like months resisting him, and now she felt the need to undo that. 

“All done?” Mia asked, setting out the small cardboard box she snagged from the resort she worked at. While Sally put the last of her blocks away, Mia set out an assortment of tissue paper, ribbon, wrapping paper, and markers. 

“All done!” Sally clapped her hands once, as if the sharp sound would banish any lingering blocks. 

“Good!” Mia cheered. “Now get on up here and help me pick the papers!” 

Sally was a whirlwind of excitement, drawing on the tissue papers, littering them with hearts, stars, and who knows what other shapes–Mia certainly didn’t know- that bleed through the thin tissue onto the thicker newspaper below. While the tiny artistic terror put the final touches on the papers, Mia wrapped the little blue books in clean tissue paper to protect them from any marker bleed through after covering the exterior of the box and lid with wrapping paper. 

“All done!” Sally declared when she finished her masterpiece, complete with stick figure drawings of a family of three. 

Together, they stuffed the box with layers of tissue, both as a bed for the books and as a blanket to cover them. 

“What next?” Mia booped her daughter’s nose.

“Glitter!” Sally cheered, slipping off the stool and running to the unapproved craft closet holding hell’s sparkle dust. 

“Okay,” Mia couldn’t help but laugh as sally grabbed the too big bottle of green glitter. Sparkling in the bottle were black shiny circles and bright golden stars, making a green cosmic mix that floated on a sea of fine, dark green glitter. “Just a little.” 

‘Just a little’ ended up being quite a lot of glitter dumped into the box. Mia made a mental note to double or triple bag the box before putting it in her carry on. The last thing she wanted was to have the sea of hell sparkles spilling onto what little clothes she was bringing. 

Tom’s picture flashed across Mia’s screen, a smiling man framed in a circle with his name displayed, followed by a little heart. It still boggled her mind that a man like Tom somehow belonged to her. 

“Tom’s calling!” Sally cheered.

“Remember,” Mia said as she leaned into Sally’s space, only to see glitter somehow in her hair. It would be there for at least a week, Mia was sure. “Tom doesn’t know we’re going to visit him. It’s a…?” 

“Secret!” Sally finished. 

“Good girl,” Mia patted her daughter on the head and directed her to hurry and go get changed for bed before she turned her attention to answering the phone.

“Hey,” Tom’s voice gave away how tired he was. For him, it was a long day, starting with early morning meetings to go over promotion plans before running to filming. It was all worth it to be done in just another week or so. 

This was one of the silly things that Tom insisted on doing a few times a week when he was able. He would call and have at least a short goodnight conversation, a check in with Sally and, when possible, reading her a bedtime story. It was so important to Mia that he and Sally have a good relationship. 

“How’s it going?” Mia always felt so unsure how to open conversations without feeling awkward. “How’s New York?” 

“It’s good. Hustle and bustle of the large city. You know how it is.” On the other side of the country, Tom pinched his phone between his shoulder and ear as he worked the buttons of his shirt free. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to just be done with the day. “What are my girls up to?” 

His girls. Mia wondered when it would feel less surreal to hear someone say that, for someone to want her and Sally. Could she get used to being Tom’s to the point where it was just normal?

“We’re good.” Mia ran her hand through her hair, pushing the wavey brown strands back from her face. “Just finished some crafts.” 

“What did you make?” Tom’s question was cut off by sally’s eager reentry into the room, now clad in a fuzzy nightgown and big puffy slippers. Most importantly, she had the blue New York City bear Tom gave her wrapped in her arms and brought a distraction with her. 

“Teeth, missy!” Mia called.

“I’m just in time for bedtime.” Tom’s voice drew Mia back to the phone call as the water ran in the bathroom. She knew better than to trust the small child with the task unsupervised. That was asking for the job to be half done with at least twice as much toothpaste as needed. Somehow, the bathroom would also get flooded in the process. 

“You are.” Mia leaned against the doorway and watched her daughter see to the task of cleaning her teeth, feeling so much less alone than she would have a year ago. 

Tom came into their lives and changed everything. To this day, it still scared her. 

 “I’m going to have to order more books,” Tom said as he picked through the ones he had stacked on his desk, all for children and all matching ones on a shelf on Sally’s little bookshelf dedicated to bedtime stories with Tom. “We’ve almost gone through them all.” 

“Kids do reread books,” Mia teased. She always tried to provide a plethora of reading material for Sally, but historically, money prevented any large collections. Now? Sometimes, a box would just show up with a few more books to be added to the remote bedtime story collections.

“We reread,” Tom protested, earning him that musical laugh that was so unique to Mia. It was one of his favorite sounds. 

He was right; they did reread books. The stack wasn’t tall enough to even give a fresh book every night for the month at the frequency of his calls. That didn’t change how good it felt to tease him. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Mia made a show of rolling her eyes, not that Tom could see it before turning her attention back to Sally. “If you want Tommy to read to you, you better go hurry and pick out a book. He’s going to fall asleep if we keep him waiting much longer!” 

“Yep,” Tom yawned on the other side of the country. For Mia and Sally, it was just about bedtime, but for Tom, it was getting late and his morning run was getting closer and closer. It was worth it to him, though. These moments where he could bond with his stepdaughter and wife came far and few between, at least in his opinion. 

“This one!” Sally picked out a rhyming book for Mia to tell Tom the name of. 

In a few moments, the little girl was tucked into bed, leaning into Mia’s side as Tom read the book to them through the phone. Mia traced the path of the words with her nail, smiling down at the child at her side, sagging more and more as sleep pulled her under.

Before the book was finished, Mia was closing the book and working herself out from under Sally as Tom’s voice carried on reading a world away. She clicked off the lights as Tom’s reading came to a close. 

“Good Night, Sally,” he said softly in closing. “I love you.” 

“She’s asleep,” Mia whispered into the phone, stepping out of the darkened bedroom and softly closing the door behind her. 

“I’m glad.” Tom tossed the book onto the desk in his hotel room, redirecting his attention back to the task of changing for bed. “What are you up to for the rest of the night?” 

‘Packing’, Mia almost said before catching herself. “Just relaxing. It’ll be an early night- I’m working an early double shift tomorrow.” 

“Shit,” Tom mumbled as he stepped on the belt buckle, failing to navigate changing into shorts to sleep in with any grace. “That sucks, darling.” 

“It does.” Mia almost felt bad for lying to him.

“You don’t have to keep working,” Tom reminded her. “I can get it all.” 

“Tom,” Mia sighed. She knew it was coming. It was an argument they would always have when she was tired or work was wearing down on her. 

“I know, I know.” Tom sighed into the phone as he discarded the idea of sleep shorts, instead climbing into the lonely bed in just his boxers. “You don’t want to depend on me that much.” 

“It’s not that,” Mia said, knowing full well that was exactly what her issue was. “I just- baby steps, okay? I’m trying.” 

“I know,” Tom sighed again as he laid back in the bed, enjoying the embrace of the bedding.

“What are you up to?” Mia tried to redirect the conversation.

“Just getting into bed.” Tom shifted, looking at the wide empty space next to him where his wife should have been. “I wish you were here with me.” 

It was bait. Mia knew it and failed to take it, just like he expected. Baby steps, that’s what they were needing to take. Eventually, one of these nights, he hoped she would take the chance to make their phone calls a little more flirty.

“What’s tomorrow’s plan?” Mia felt bad, leaving his invitation hanging. He was always reaching out to her, offering her some thread of connection and intimacy. She was just not ready to make herself vulnerable in that way yet, not when he wasn’t physically there with her. 

“Morning run,” Tom let the m sound drag out, sounding more like a sinful mix between a moan and simply an exhausted man. Mia didn’t know if he knew the way her heart beat faster when he would do things like that. She didn’t know if she’d ever tell him. “After that, we’re going over the promotional schedule some more before costume and makeup. We’ll probably be filming for the rest of the day, but I should finish earlier for the rest of the week.” 

“Good,” Mia said absently, checking the open bag on her floor one last time to make sure she had everything. Of course, she would check again in the morning, but her anxiety had her checking, anyway. “I’ll let you get to sleep then. We’ve both got big days.” 

“Right.” Tom didn’t want to hang up, but knew she was right. They both needed their rest. “Good night, Mia. I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Mia always felt weird saying it. She did love Tom, but it felt far too soon still. “Good night, Tom.” 

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Brotherly Bonding Day 5: Different Reunion

Playing around with an idea of Dante and Vergil reuniting at 11 or 12 instead of 18, which Changes Things.

The OG anime has Dante living with a woman who was said to be his "mother" at some point in his childhood, and I like to imagine Dante ended up bouncing through a handful of foster families before he went out on his own. The anime has him going by Anthony during this time.

In this verse, Vergil ends up going through one of the towns Dante's in and is stopped by someone who thinks he's Dante. Or rather, thinks he's "Anthony". Vergil has absolutely no idea what this person is talking about and gets increasingly upset by them trying to stop him from going off on his own, until Dante's foster father rounds the corner and freezes because. That child is not his son. He knows what Anthony was wearing that morning, he knows Anthony never wears his hair like that, and most of all-

"Anthony" and his foster mother round the corner a moment later, because they'd been together until the father decided to go ahead for a moment for whatever reason.

Cue Dante and Vergil both freezing while the adults are shocked because what do you mean there are two of them. After a few seconds the two manage to snap out of it, shouting "You survived!?" and "You're alive?" simultaneously, which concerns the adults even more because again, what the hell happened to these apparently identical twins to make them question the other's survival. Their concern only increases at Vergil's "but the house was on fire-" and Dante's "but there was so much blood-".

Dante's adoptive parents finally speak after that, asking "Anthony" what's going on, and it would be enough to snap Vergil out of it and make him mad at Dante, who he thinks is running from his heritage, and who he's upset at for forgetting and replacing his family. Two parents, no brother, it must be perfect for him. All the attention for himself. "Anthony's" life (said in a way that makes it clear that's not the name Vergil knows him by) must be great. If that's what "Anthony" wants, he can have it. Far be it from Vergil to ruin the "happiness" he's found.

Finally, Vergil runs. Dante tries to follow, but his adoptive father grabs onto him before Dante can make it anywhere. He demands an explanation, but Dante refuses to talk. They go home and his adoptive parents try for a while to get Dante to say anything, but eventually give up and that night everyone goes to bed distinctly uncomfortable and unsure of what to do.

Brief interlude for another headcanon of mine: I imagine that Mundus actually wasn't aware that Sparda had two children until years after the fire, maybe not even until the Temen-ni-gru. Dante and Vergil were identical, and never at the same place at the same time. He always assumed Sparda's son was constantly on the move- which Vergil was- and that he sometimes managed to get farther in a set period of times than others, for those times that he found Dante after having his demons track Vergil. As such, Vergil ended up being the one pursued for the vast majority of the time. Every once in a while the demons would find Dante and attack, but since he hadn't awakened his Trigger or most of his demonic blood, he was harder to trace and they tended to lose him. Of course, they did find Dante sometimes, such as when the town he'd been in as a child in the anime was attacked.

So back to this verse, with both boys in the same place at the same time, the demons chasing Vergil are lead right to Dante. That night, the town is attacked. Vergil sees them come for him and head to the town, but initially does nothing. It's not his problem. He should keep running and get ahead while they're not on his tail.

...but then he thinks about why they might have gone the other direction. And when the town is attacked and the screaming starts, Vergil eventually goes in with the Yamato, and is lead right to Dante's house, where Dante is standing frozen as demons break in. Vergil doesn't understand why Dante isn't fighting, but despite his anger at Dante, he doesn't want him to die either, and defeat the demons before Dante can be harmed too badly. Dante isn't unscathed- he'd probably be dead if he weren't half demon- but he's alive by the end of it. The same can't be said for Dante's adoptive parents, who were dead before Vergil entered.

After that, Dante and Vergil finally talk. Dante says he wasn't trying to replace Vergil, and it's not like he wanted to forget everyone (even if sometimes he wished he could), he was just scared and trying to do what Mom said. He tells Vergil that Eva had told him to make a new name and live a new life before she left to find Vergil, and he just wanted to follow her last request. He thought Vergil was dead. He was so sure Vergil was dead, and there would have been no one left who cared if Dante existed other than the demons who wanted to hurt him.

The statement about Eva going to find Vergil is basically the turning point of all this. Vergil asks what Dante means, Dante tells him everything, and knowing that his mom wanted to find him too, that Dante thought he was dead and was scared and tried to look for Vergil anyway after he got out of the wardrobe and house (HC that Dante did end up wandering over to the playground, saw the blood, and assumed the demons ate Vergil or something), and that those meant he was wanted basically have a major impact on Vergil's outlook on life and understanding of his current situation.

He pulls Dante onto his feet and tells him to go with him. Clearly, Dante can't protect himself. He needs Vergil. Vergil's going to teach him to fight and how to hide from demons. It's his responsibility as Dante's older brother. ...unless Dante would prefer to live under a fake name with a fake family. ...if he can find a new one. This one is...well. Gone.

Dante says no. He'd rather be with Vergil. He doesn't want people to keep getting hurt because of him either. He'll go. He wants to learn how to fight for real. He doesn't want to be alone anymore.

From there the brothers are reunited, running from and eventually pursuing/killing demons together until they are eventually approached by a human with a strange scar asking if they'd like more power, enough to get revenge on the one who killed their mother rather than just running from his minions....

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Annihilation

Project Tempest Archives Footage : ██/██/███

A young girl sits at a plain metal table. Opposite her sits a man in a uniform shirt. On the table to his left, an opaque plastic box.

The man reaches into the box, and withdraws a round, red ball a little smaller than an adult’s fist. He places it on the table between them.

“Okay,” he says, “go ahead.”

Both observe the ball in silence for several seconds.

“Can I touch it?” the girl asks. “It doesn’t count if you pull it apart with your hands.” “I’m not going to.” “Alright.”

The girl picks up the ball. She squeezes it, compressing the foam in her hand, then runs her fingers over the surface. She briefly brings it to her face and appears to sniff it. Then she places it back in the centre of the table.

“Okay,” she says.

Several more seconds pass. Both watch the ball with unbroken focus.

The surface of the ball begins to change. The surface texture roughens. Pieces of foam the size of grains of sand begin to pull free of the surface to fall to the table. Soon the ball is shedding pieces like red snow. A halo of red dust is forming on the surface of the table. The ball begins to noticeably lose volume.

“Alright,” the man says. “Good.” The transformation of the ball ceases. The girl wipes her nose on the back of her hand, and watches impassively as the man picks up the diminished ball. He drops it back into the box, and sweeps the dust to one side.

The girl’s eyes track the particles, watching as they shift in the air current caused by his withdrawing hand. Some scatter back along the path of his hand. The girl’s attention returns to the centre as the man places another ball on the table.

The second ball is green, and made of glossy plastic. It rolls a little when set down, and the man has to reach out and stop it with his hand. When he releases it, it remains in place.

The girl watches his face until he says “Go ahead,” then turns her attention to the ball.

Within seconds, the ball begins to crumple. Strings of plastic begin to peel erratically from the surface, spooling out in every direction. When enough of the hollow shell has succumbed, the entire form of the ball abruptly everts itself, turning inside out as it continues to peel apart. The space that was the inside is already full of shifting threads of peeling plastic.

The man watches with evident fascination until the original form is completely unrecognisable.

“I think I’m done,” the girl says, as the plastic finally stops moving. “Yes,” the man agrees.

He picks up the mass of entangled threads that the ball has become a little gingerly, using only the tips of his fingers, and places it carefully into the box.

The third object is a wooden block. The girl frowns, but says nothing.

“Go ahead.”

It takes almost a minute before anything perceptibly changes. The man’s gaze moves occasionally from the block to the girl’s face. Her concentration remains unbroken, although her frown deepens as she continues to stare at the block.

Finally, a single splinter detaches itself from the surface of the wood.

A few more seconds pass.

“Is that it?” the man asks. “No,” the girl answers with audible irritation.

Over the next minute and a half, several more splinters become evident. Some detach themselves enough to fall to the surface of the table.

“Alright,” the man says, “I think that’s enough.” He reaches for the block, but the girl grabs it before he can. “It is broken,” she insists.

She lifts the block and throws it at the surface of the table. The man flinches, half-lifting an arm to shield himself, as the block splits into three pieces with a loud crack. The smallest of the pieces crumbles further before coming to rest. The exposed surfaces are all splintered, not cleanly broken.

“See,” the girl insists. “I was doing it. It just happens inside, first.” “I see,” the man agrees. He sounds uncomfortable. “Please sit back down.” The girl sits, still looking sullen. The man picks up the pieces of the wooden block, and places them into the box.

“My brain is tired,” the girl complains. “How many more?” “A few more. You have to practice until you’re tired if you’re going to get stronger. It’s like building muscles.” The girl wriggles in her chair briefly, then wipes her nose on the back of her hand again.

The man withdraws a folded tissue from a pocket, and passes it across the table. “Sorry,” the girl says, sniffing, and blows her nose loudly. She places the snot-filled tissue on the table beside her. The man looks at it for a second, then moves on without saying anything.

The next item he withdraws from the box is an orange. The girl’s frown deepens as he sets it on the table between them.

“I can’t do that,” she says. “Why not?” She squirms, obviously uncomfortable. “I don’t want to,” she says. “Why not?” the man repeats, patiently insistent. More squirming. The girl picks up the snotty tissue, and blows her nose again. When she puts it down, the man is still watching her expectantly. She kicks her feet under the table.

“Why don’t you want to break the orange?” the man asks. “It’s only a piece of fruit.” “I can’t,” the girl insists. “How do you know unless you try?” “No,” she insists, irritated. “I can’t because…” Her mouth twists one way, then the other. The man waits. “Because it’s the same as you. If I broke the orange I might break you.”

There is a long silence.

“Okay,” the man says. “We won’t do that then. Can you explain more?”

The girl sniffs again, and starts to wipe her nose with her hand, then reaches for the tissue. “It doesn’t look a lot like me to me. It’s an orange, and I’m a human being.” “It’s not exactly the same,” the girl says in a tone of exasperation. “It’s just too much the same. Both are… wet, and squishy.”

Another pause.

“How far away would I have to be, for it to be safe?” “I don’t know.” “Can you guess?” “I don’t know,” the girl repeats. “Far away. Really far away.” She eyes the man with distrust. “Really, really far away. And I don’t wanna do it anyway.”

“Okay,” the man agrees, putting the orange back into the box. “We don’t have to. Let’s try something else.” The girl sighs dramatically. “I’m tired,” she protests. “Just a few more.”

[oddly-casual]

Puzzlematsu Another One Overanalysis

Okay so I caved and properly edited my analysis of the Puzzlematsu set Another One. Not sure what its another one of, but I think it might be related to the Angel&Devil set because of its similar theming and colors.

The Angel & Devil set was more about right verses wrong. How the NEET’s approach things they actually struggle with (Example Kara and being a pushover).

The sets are also called Insider, and the description mentions them having an inner battle. More than that I think these sets specifically might be about inner desire, and how they choose to confront the thing their minds hide away.

Each set has one of the sextuplets being suddenly confronted with a shadow with a cracked mask, the last image always being how that Sextuplet choice to confront this piece of themself. I, personally, love the way they’re presented to us.

I like to make myself laugh by saying the shadow is coming out of Osomatsu’s ass.

For Osomatsu’s set, it repeats a lot of what we already know, but I like how it presents it to us.

Osomatsu is a park when his shadow shows up. A place he and his brothers spent a lot of time as children and as an adult its where he can be surrounded by like minded individuals (literal children). In the show itself, Osomatsu is known to bum around the park for day drinking or even just because he has nothing better to do. He’s literally surrounded by nostalgia and I think that’s where his shadow is the strongest.

The real meat of the meal comes from the final image of each set. It’s an explosion of color and conflict and Osomatsu’s just has so much to chew on.

For starters, Osomatsu's mask isn’t the only one with a smile on it. It is, however, the only mask with sharp teeth. Most of its cracks are from the top of the head and barely reach the eyes.

The masks are just that, masks for hidden desire or maybe even their more buried nature. For someone who is openly a piece of garbage, why is the mask so intact? What can we get from the mask itself?

It could be that the mask has such sharp teeth as a scare tactic. Something that makes others steer clear of it as a defense mechanism, or it could be how Osomatsu genuinely sees himself. Someone dangerous or aggressive. The cracks on the top of the mask could even be seen as devil horns, much like the image of Devilmatsu that Osomatsu is known for.

More over, Osomatsu is the only Matsu who is aggressive with their inner self so openly. Is it something he really doesn’t want to deal with? Or something he’s forcefully repressing? The inner self appears smug, like it knows there's nothing Osomatsu could do that would force it away forever.

I also find it interesting and kind of cute- how each sextuplet has a token in Osomatsu’s set, rather than anything that is unique to him. There is the money, but money is superficial. Everybody likes money.

The money itself is scattered and all over the place. Instead, its the little tokens of his brothers that are placed behind protective walls. Kept in place, unbroken, and where Osomatsu can keep an eye on them.

And really, that can mean so much. From- he loves his brothers- to -yikes- but regardless I think its an interesting way to frame Osomatsu’s perspective of his family and his inner self.

Karamatsu’s location of choice is a little hard for me to put my finger on in terms of meaning. Really, if we wanted a place that mostly belonged to Karamatsu, he would be on the bridge or the roof even. Except he’s not, so I wondered what made this window so important.

On one hand, I think they chose it as a reference to The Karamatsu Incident, even the sky changes when the shadow appears.

It could also just be because Karamatsu’s home is his safe place and where he likes to look at himself the most.

It’s also a little on the nose that his shadow comes from the mirror in a time of literal self reflection. Not to mention the shadow is the only one that directly grabs Karamatsu- almost like its demanding his attention.

For such a flashy guy, Karamatsu’s final image in the set is shockingly simple. The only thing really note worthy of his background would be his glasses and the arrows.

As for his glasses, they do get broken quite a bit in the show. He also uses them to hide, or appear more confident. In this confrontation, he doesn’t need to hide- hence why they're so out of reach. It could also be hinting at a shattered confidence.

The arrows? I’m not completely sure why those are there. The only thing I can really think of, is Todomatsu and the Five Demons. When each brother was hit with arrows when Todomatsu was eating them up verbally.

Which could mean the arrows are a stand in for hurtful words. If we want to take it more literal, then the arrows could represent the stand still Karamatsu feels in his life. The arrows are stuck, embedded in crystal. They cannot fulfill their purpose and they cannot go further than what they’ve reached. If you catch my drift.

Karamatsu’s mask is the only one with a frown on its face. The only shadow that shows its sadness.

We know Karamatsu is an emotional and sensitive guy, so that isn't too surprising. He tries to be a larger than life cool guy, but he’s actually super sensitive (His background being the most cracked and shattered could also hint at this.)

But his mask is just a bit more cracked up then Osomatsu’s, and if we follow a similar line of thinking when it comes to the mask, it could be how Karamatsu sees his buried emotions. Sad and pathetic- or its just how his emotions really are.

Not to mention Karamatsu is the one comforting his inner self. Meaning he is aware of its existence, accepts it, but still hides it. That, or he understands it but just isn’t ready for the mask to come off yet.

He’s cringe and he’s not free

This set feels like the equivalent of doing something fun only to stop and realize you probably look cringe as fuck. Like drawing your homestuck oc in 2025- I say, as I look in a mirror

Once again, Choromatsu is in the comfort of his own home, where he can indulge in his interests and have fun. That’s when the self reflection kicks in, but its inviting and encouraging. It wants Choromatsu’s attention, or maybe to distract him.

Like Osomatsu, most of the meat comes from the final image. I’ve noticed Choromatsu is very self aware, but chooses denial more often than not.

Choromatsu openly admits to being a pervert. That he likes being lazy, and that he is an asshole- yet he’ll double back into denial right after confessions like that.

His background is structured, but its also breaking apart. Things like his glow sticks and his cardboard appliances are restricted by vines with thorns. Though I still have some trouble trying to figure out what that means.

Thorns can generally represent sacrifice or even just holding something hostage. Really, it could go either way.

Choromatsu could see these things as something he’s forcing himself to hold onto despite the facts that they’re holding him back.

It could also be things he feels like he can’t indulge in, because he needs to be proper member of society. Only his inner self trying to get him to let go of expectation. A battle of mind and heart.

Choromatsu doesn’t look at his inner self, but they are physically touching. Meaning he knows what his inner self wants, and he is aware of it, but he’s trying to pretend it’s not there. Like he doesn’t want to acknowledge it as a piece of himself but doesn’t force it away.

Sources!

Here’s the fandom Wiki for the set itself

The images themself I got directly from User @snowimatsu appreciate you sugarplum

It was really fun revisiting an older analysis of mine to touch it up, especially seeing how differently I view the characters now. I should have the younger brother’s dissection up by tomorrow. Kiss kiss!

Edit:

The younger brothers have been finished. Enjoy!