#She constantly feels 'really bad' for things she could very well have avoided doing

[fragmentedblade]

I care more about the Bloodhound Family Member blocking our way than about Firefly, ngl. He seems so honest and principled, and he feels awful for bothering us while trying desperately to get ahold of the little dignity he feels he has. He says he'll die trying because he has nothing left to lose, and here I am, manipulating his emotions only to get this shady liar to her "secret base" like she is an eight years old that has watched too many cartoons.

[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi, could you please do a story about Chishiya and his feelings for reader. Kuina teases Chishiya for liking reader and she keeps trying to play Cupid but reader is oblivious. He ends up actually getting embarrassed over Kuina bugging him and starts acting awkward towards reader and she wonders why so she confronts him and he awkwardly explains how he has feeling for her. Lots of fluff. I just imagine him getting all shy over not having interacted with girls much.

yay!!!! i love fluffy pieces. in my delusional heart alice in borderland is just a big sit/romcom. and that's it.

no warnings for this one. very vanilla and sweet. also for the sake of SHIT going DOWN on s2, this will be set on the Beach.

"What are you doing?", Kuina came closer with a smirk leaning over the railing with a smirk, next to Chishiya, that was well hidden beneath his hood, watching over you.

"Nothing. What about you?", he tried to appear nonchalant but, unfortunately, Kuina knew him too well.

"It doesn't look like nothing", she replied in a sing song voice, her eyes crinkling with a big smile that held a cigarette tight. "It looks like you're spying and drooling over the girl from the diamonds game!", she kept going, laughing up a storm. Thankfully, her cheery demeanor blended well with the other residents that were drinking and having fun despite all things.

Chishiya had a crush. What was first admiration stemmed from an outstanding performance from her on a diamonds game that took place in a music shop of all places, worthy enough of being invited to be an executive member, now grew into a full fledged crush. And much to Chishiya's dismay, Kuina clocked him immediately and now wouldn't leave him alone.

"Seriously, you've been at it for what? Almost a month now! Go talk to her! We can die at any moment here!", Kuina was growing frustrated. She missed her friend. When he wasn't thinking about his plans and improvised weapons, he was moping around like a highschooler in love and it was pissing her off.

"And you want me to do what? To throw myself at her like Niragi does with these poor women? I don't even have time for this anyway. Didn't have before this, don't have it here, probably not when we get out", he said. Kuina sighed. He really did sound like a mopey lovesick edgy teenager. Thankfully, he had a big sister figure and she was ready to intervene.

It didn't took long at all for Chishiya to keep bumping into you, the pair of you seemingly moved by the strangest coincidences.

First, it was Chishiya being interrupted by knocks at the door while he was tinkering with the tools he managed to sneak into the Beach under his hoodie, coming face to face with you.

"Uhhh. Good night?", he asked, suddenly flustered. Why were you in his room?

"Oh! I'm so so sorry. Kuina told me...", you paused, to check at the plaquette with the room number. "Kuina told me that this was her room. Oh, am I interrupting? Are you... her boyfriend?", this may be a weird way to check but this was the perfect chance for you to see. You've been seeing him in your peripheral ever since the game. You could barely concentrate, he was so cute.

"No! No I'm not her boyfriend. We are just friends", he said.

"Oh! Sorry, one of us must've gotten confused", you said, suddenly awkward. Now what? What would you say to keep the conversation going? It didn't matter because Chishiya shot your hopes down immediately.

"Well, actually her room is in this hallway. 516. Not 502", he said.

"Oh, okay. My bad", you said, turning to walk away, much to the dismay of Kuina who was peeking around the corner to see if her efforts at Cupid were working.

Then it was Kuina asking for help to find Chishiya constantly.

"Have you seen Chishiya lately? Can you help me find him, please?"

"Uhm... So many people. I wonder where Chishiya is"

"Can you check on Chishiya for me? I think he went to the roof".

Meanwhile, he was avoiding you like the plague. In his mind you certainly caught what was happening and was bothered by it. He, on the other hand, was embarrassed as could be. After having a stern talk with Kuina to get her to stop, he decided to save himself even more embarrassment and just avoid you.

You wondered what you did. Usually, Chishiya was stoic and serious. So when you greeted him good morning and he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, you knew you fucked up. But when Chishiya made his best to avoid you during a game, almost causing both of you to fall in a trap, it was time to do the grown up talk and talk to him.

Thankfully, you knew exactly where to find him now. After checking his room, 502, and getting no answer, you went to the next best spot.

You were right. Chishiya was there, on his spot, watching the sky. You remembered the time you had found him here by request of Kuina, and that you had compared him to a cat on a window. He gave you one of his "smiles", which was really just a quirk of his lips up, but now you wondered if he was just being polite.

"Chishiya?", you asked, slowly approaching as to not to frighten him.

"Y/N!", trying to not frighten him did not work. He composed himself quickly though. "What are you doing here?", he said in his normal nonchalant fashion.

"I... Do you mind if I join you?", you asked, sitting next to him in the concrete.

"No, no... Not at all", he mumbled. "What brings you here?", he said before his eyes grew a bit. "Is Kuina looking for me again?".

"What? No. I was just wondering... Lately, you've seem off. Like you're mad at me or something. I just wanted to know if I did something to upset you. I'm not trying to make enemies, especially not here", you seemed so sad, something clenched inside Chishiya's chest.

"You didn't do anything. I was embarrassed", he said after a few beats of silence.

"Embarrassed of what? You did nothing?", you said.

"Well, you see... Kuina is a good friend of mine. And she's been trying to help me. By making us bump into each other. Because since that first diamonds game I... You've... You were... I admire a lot what you did in that game, the way you played", he said.

"Admired?", a dopey smile made its way into your face. You had to add "cute guy you're into says he's admired you" to your list of evidence that you're all actually in heaven.

"Yeah. And as time went on it became a sort of... infatuation. Kuina was trying to help by inconveniencing you. And then it made me embarrassed to think it was because of me", he was looking forward, more through you than at you.

"You didn't need help. You could've just talked to me, like we're doing right now", you said, moving closer to look into his eyes. You felt your heart in your throat but he was so nervous you didn't want him to get even more flustered in case you looked at him funny.

"Yes but I wouldn't know how if you didn't come to me. This hasn't exactly happened before, didn't have the time", he said.

"Oh", you said. "Well, that's fine with me. And we're here now. Talking. And since we're on the topic, I have some sort of infatuation with you too", you said.

"And what now?", he gave you a smile. One of his Chishiya smiles.

"Now we stick together. And one day, when we're back, maybe go on a date", you extended your hand to him.

"Hmmm. Short term?", he took your hand in his.

"We find Kuina. And we thank her. And then we go to 502", you gave him a smile that made his heart do somersaults. He really owed Kuina big time.

[heartbeatbookclub]

I was looking at a few posts about autism (as one does) and it just suddenly clicked into place a fundamental thing about Yuri's character that I'd been grasping at, but hadn't really been able to adequately identify. I still have a much longer and more thorough analysis going through a whole lot of my thoughts on Yuri's character and her experience of autism that i'm working on (of which this will likely be a component), but I thought I'd share this separately just to emphasize.

Post I saw which made this click for me was making fun of the fact that most media depicting impaired empathy in autistic characters explicitly depicts them with this unflappable confidence of never having been rejected by people they love. The crux of this is that in actual reality, autistic people almost always have that experience at some point, for some behavior, for reasons they don't really understand. "There is an invisible line where people will get sick of you, and you have no warning of when you're about to cross it." So frequently, autistic people attempt to ride a razor thin edge, walking on constant eggshells to desperately attempt to avoid crossing that line.

Very often autistic people will attempt to avoid doing anything at all which could be considered weird, or off-putting, and will try their absolute hardest to do things in a way that is acceptable to other people, sometimes to the point of outright suppressing their emotions, because they are afraid that they'll say something just wrong enough that the people they care about will push them away, and they don't understand WHY it happened, but they know it's THEIR fault. Sometimes masking is fighting to appear aloof all the time because you can't regulate your emotions in a way that is acceptable to other people.

And holy fucking Jesus, that fits the exact mold of what I've been trying to talk about with the particular way Yuri's anxieties manifest.

It really feels to me like Yuri has this constant fear of breaking the "rules" of socializing, despite not really understanding what those rules even are. She's constantly afraid of saying something wrong, when she doesn't even know what wrong would be, she's just sure everyone ELSE will know it when they hear it. I think a huge part of her social anxiety comes from her own understanding of herself as a very weird person who doesn't really get a lot of how to socialize, and it seems to me like she's probably dealt with her fair share of social rejection and isolation based on those traits. She then felt she had to take responsibility for those traits, probably because it's the one thing she can change, and she is the one common denominator in all of these bad situations (This is something which is pretty common, actually! "Everyone else can socialize just fine, and I have so much difficulty with it! I must just be broken in some way. I have to try super hard to be normal to make friends!")

I think a big part of why it's so apparent in the Literature Club is because she really thinks she's found a place where she can make friends in spite of all of her issues, so when she starts...being herself, and receives even the smallest HINT of pushback, she overcorrects and tries to rein all of herself in to fix her "mistake", because she really wants to make friends here, and doesn't want them to reject her as well.

She's had this experience of others pushing her away for being weird so often that, coupled with her acknowledged trouble for reading situations, when anybody responds poorly to something and she recognizes it, she immediately overcorrects out of fear of being an annoying burden to everyone around her, and that "correction" consists of suppressing herself into being "normal" (or at least "less weird"), because she believes nobody could actually like her just for being who she is. There's something wrong with her fundamentally, and to make friends, for people to like her and want to be around her, she has to "fix" herself.

it's just, like...

it's really hard for me to interpret Yuri's character that doesn't involve her being somewhere on the spectrum, bros. she's written with such delicately constructed autistic coding, despite the appearance of just being a hackneyed weird girl visual novel trope. she deserves the world.......

[insomniac-shado]

Some random creepypasta headcanons except its just me hardcore projecting the whole time

Toby has facial tics where he’ll push in hard on his nose and it’s constantly red & sore because of that. He also has sensory problems with sounds that have to do with the tip of the tongue, and he’ll avoid using those sounds in conversations as much as possible.

Nina has so much energy that it’s really hard for her to get to sleep; it’s physically painful not to be moving and so she has like 4 weighted blankets on her bed to help suppress that feeling.

Nina’s also aroace. She was in denial for a long time, and when her obsession with Jeff came she tried to convince herself it was romantic feelings, but all that did was make her extremely uncomfortable. Nina eventually learned to accept herself for who she was, and stopped trying to force feelings for people.

Jeff uses his headphones 25/8, he’s constantly listening to music he’s gonna go deaf one day. He also gets really cocky whenever he’s doing something he’s good at, and that can cause him to slip up a lot from being overconfident.

Eyeless Jack had a really bad nose before he was turned into a demon. Like I’m talking he could be sprayed by a skunk and barely be bothered. Now that he’s half demon he can smell EVERYTHING, which he really wasn’t used to for quite some time.

Clockwork sleeps in late a lot no matter how hard she tries not to. Like she’ll set 8 separate reminders at max volume to get her ass outta bed and she sleeps through every damn one.

Jane is really self conscious of her face & hair. She’s always wearing her mask, only takes it off in front of people she fully trusts Clocky is the only person who’s ever seen Jane without it and what’s left of her hair is covered up by a wig.

Kate really doesn’t like to talk to people that much, when she does she acts very timid even if she doesn’t feel timid. When she’s talking with people she knows well however, she’s the most excitable mf in the room

The Bloody Painter is a massive perfectionist when it comes to his art; he’ll redo the most minuscule details over and over trying to get it right. Usually ends up just messing the whole thing up in the process.

Laughing Jack doesn’t feel emotions very well. He’s very numb inside, and often wonders what emotions feel like. He tried asking people how certain emotions felt, but no one would give him a clear answer which frustrated him quite a bit.

Since Sally died, she didn’t get to have much of a relationship with her family anymore. Because of this, she latches onto anyone who reminds her of a parental figure in the slightest.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 12

I need to talk to you, Ian had texted her, that was the reason she was walking towards the Gallagher house that morning.

Desna was quick to cross those few meters knowing that if she had thought about it longer she probably would have stayed home. But she managed to arrive at the house, opening the door of the kitchen.

“Hey, Des,” Fiona greeted her with a smile.

“Hi, Fi,” she said, “Is Ian upstairs.”

“Sure,” she nodded pointing the stairs, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Desna said before frowning, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“My thought exactly,” she heard Fiona say as she run up the stairs. Desna was about to turn to go towards Ian’s room, when she almost bumped into Lip.

“Hey,” she said avoiding to look at him.

“Hey,” he muttered. Desna could feel his posture tense, not sure what to say to her, “A-are you here for-“

“Ian,” she said looking at him for the first time. Coursing herself when her eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer than she had to. She really missed him, talking to him and feeling him against her body. She was so stupid.

“He um… he is in our room,” he stutter pointing behind his back.

“Thanks,” Desna said lowering her head, moving around him.

“Better for you to be dying,” She muttered as she closed the door, catching Ian’s attention.

“Mandy Milkovich tried to have sex with me,” Ian said with panicked voice.

“What?” She asked her eyes wide, “Where? When?!”

“Yesterday,” he said nervously pacing the room, “She waited for me after my shift, she came here.”

“She is quite straight forward I’ll give her that,” she thought out loud.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed sarcastically, “She took a condom out at me.”

“W-what did you do?” She asked her eyes wide.

"I pushed her away!" he exclaimed sitting on his bed, "And I may, or may not had made her cry."

"Was she really upseat?" Desna asked carefully.

"She ran away," he said looking up at her, "Even Fiona saw her."

So Mandy Milkovich was upseat with Ian. An upset Milkovich running around the Southside was no good. They truely were almost criminals, and most of them really were.

"Is it going to be bad?" Ian asked her with big eyes, waiting for her answer, surely hoping to have some kind of encouragement. But she really didn't know. She knew for a fact how Milkovichs could be scary, Iggy was starting to concern her, for what she knew Mikey's father had been more inside prison than outside, and Mikey himself was now stealing Kash's shop regularly, and not only that surely.

"It's very bad, right?" Ian asked nervously, his legs buncing up and down. So Desna went to sit next to him.

"Being rejected, that happen, right?" Desna asked trying herself to find some good side of the situation.

Ian nodded his head qith quick movements, "Right!"

"I mean you cry and ask yourself why, but you get over with it, right?" Desna asked again and Ian nodded once more.

"Right!"

"What the worst thing she could do?" Desna asked and the answer of that question arrived to her that afternoon when on her phone arrived one message from Ian.

Mandy told Mickey I assaulted her, and now he wants to kill me, Desna's eyes widened as she read those words. She immediately asked Ian what had happened and he told her that Mickey Milkovich entered the shop, ready to beat him up. He got away only because he manage to lock himself in the back, and Kash covered for him telling Mikey that there was another exit from there.

That was not good at all. God, how could she made up a story like that? She knew perfectly well what would have happened and Mikey would not have stopped until he got to Ian.

She spent the following hours constantly checking on Ian through texts to know if he was alive. She was even had problems studying now that she know that Ian could have possibly end up in the hospital.

As Desna was pacing in the living room of her house, she noticed a figure limp on the street. Her eyes widened as she realized that she knew that jacket.

"Oh, shit..." she muttered before running to the door, "Lip!" she found herself running to him. As he heard her voice he lowered his head, tyring to not show his face at her.

"Keep ignoring me Des, I'm fine," he said but she was quick to move part him so that she could put herself in front of him, not letting him move forward.

"Jeez, Lip," she gasped, taking a step so that was now close to him. With her hand she delicately moved the hood from his face so that she could take a better look. His left side was covered in cut and bruises. He got a slash over his eyebrow, one over his nose and his top lip was cut open. She even noticed his left arm slightly bent, like he could not move it freely.

"Oh my God," she said, her fingers touching his cheek making him flinch, "I'm so sorry," she gasped, but he shook his head.

"It's alright," he muttered looking up to meet her eyes. She was studying his face closely. She really hoped his nose wasn't broken, or some other bones in his body.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mikey Milkovich," he answered and Desna took a breath, before moving to stay next to him.

"I'll take you home," she said touching his back with her hand.

"You don't have to," he told her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm not leaving you," she answered back. He looked at her, his eyes softened as he observed her face.

"Okey..." he muttered before they headed towards his house. Desna would keep looking him, to see if he was in much pain. She had to call V as soon as they got inside. When she turned she noticed Fiona standing on the porch speaking with Tony, the young policeman.

"Let's use the back of the house," Lip said to her, gesturing at her where to go with a movement of his head, "I don't want them to see me."

"They will anyway," she argued.

"Can you not talk back for once?" he asked turning to look at her.

"No, I don't think I can," she said and her heart melt as she noticed him smiling at her.

"Hey Lip, there's a body on the other end of this," they stopped as they heard Tony's voice, Lip was doing his best to not show his face, but what they had done to him was too evident.

"No, it's cool Tony," as he spoke Fiona saw his injuries immediately.

"Jesus, what the hell, Lip?" she esclaimed, but Lip didn't answered back. He just looked at Desna moving his head so that she'd follow him into the house.

"I'll call V," Fiona said running upstairs, as Desna helped Lip to the kitchen. He set on a chair, making a little graunt, while she went to take a rag before moving to the sink to fill a cap with water. She needed to clean his skin before putting ice on his bruises. Desna duble checked as the frame of an old man dressed in ladies woman sleeping on a chair in the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked frowning.

Lip was holding his forehead, before giving a look in the direction she was looking, then he scoffed, "I don't even know," he said as she walked back towards him, soaking the cloth in the cold water. But when she put the rag against his forahead he issed

"I'm sorry," she gasped moving her hand away just a little bit, "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," she said getting closer, "But tell me if I hurt you," Lip nodded his head before letting her move her hand closer to his face. She proceeded to clean his skin, trying to avoid the cuts. They didn't seem to bleed anymore, but his eyes was getting darker.

"Why is Mikey after you?" she asked softly still working on his skin.

"He's not," he answered, "He is after Ian."

"Jeasus Christ, for the Mandy thing?" she exclaimed, rubbing his skin lightly.

He hissed for a second before looking to her, "You know?"

"Ian told me that Mikey wants to beat him up," she explained, being very gentle with her touch.

"Wish he told me as well," he said with a chuckle. She moved her hand a little bit, she hoped he didn't need any stitches.

"If he did this to you, I'm really concerned about Ian right now," she admitted. Now she was truely worried about Ian's life. Those people were fucking crazy.

Lip nodded his head before tilting his head, with amused eyes.

"Maybe the fact that I said that Mandy is blowing 400 dudes in 10th grade didn't help," his nonechalance made her wide her eyes, she would have smaked him if he hadn't been already beaten up.

"God, would you ever stop with the sassy comments?!" she exclaimed, but his lips moved into a smirk.

"No, I don't think I will," he answered leaning forward towards her.

Desna groaned, "You wouldn't even know how to shut your mouth to save your life."

"Are you worried?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered shortly, now realizing how close they were. They had both leaned forward, their heads inches apart and their knees touching. Her hand still at the side of his face rubbing his cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes staring into hers, "For helping me."

"Don't mention it," she said diverting her eyes to take another look at his cuts. Unconsciusly she smiled.

"What?" he asked her, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I've just realize that the first time we’ve talked you had been having a fight as well," she said remembering him at thirteen years old fighting on the street just in front of her house.

"You had set next to me on the side road with a pack of ice," he remembered nodding his head. That's how they had become to be friends. Desna didn't like to get out of the house as she had arrived in her new home, but after having helped Lip, him and Ian had started to ask her to go play with them, or to walk together to school.

"You had been my first friend," she said with a small smile thinking back at all the years that had passed. Then she noticed him staring.

"You are not my friend," his words made her smile disappeared. She really could not understand him and why he seemed so eager to hurt her lately. But before she could move away he took her wrist in his hand, keeping her close, "But you are something for me," they looked at each other before they started to lean forward.

"What does it mean?" she asked confused.

"I don't know," he whispered before his lips touched hers once again. Desna's eyes closed as she kissed him back. After all those weeks they were kissing again. She had missed him. His right hand moved at the side of her face, as he deepened the kiss. They were lost in each other as the heard the front door open, making them pull away. But the moviment had been so abrupt that Lip gave out a groan.

"You okay?" Desna asked touching his face with her hands. He nodded with squinted his eyes.

"Shit, Lip, what happened?" Veronica's voice made Desna turn to see her and Fiona walking into the kitchen. Desna looked at Lip for a brief moment before giving V space to take a look at him. When she moved she noticed Fiona looked at her as Desna set on another chair, but she ignored it to listen what Veronica was doing.

She had brought all the medicines they had in the house and started to dab Lip's forehead with cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Lip hissed as she did.

"Oh sorry, sweetie," V said gently, as the cracking noise of the wooden stairs announced Frank's presense. He looked at his son, but he didn't say anything as he set on the stool next to the counter, sipping his beer.

"The nose is the most commonly broken nose in boys between the age of 13 and 25," Veronica explained, observing Lip's face.

"T-that's facinating," Lip said before pointig at the man still asleep, "But who is the old dude?"

"It's not a dude, it's you're aunt Ginger," Frank answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lip frowned, "What, the one that owns the house?" Desna looked at Frank, what was he up to this time?

"That's right," it was unbelievable how Frank knew how to lay without flinching, "Hey Ginger," he said towards the man who had been woken up by his loud voice, "Say hello to your nephew," the poor thing looked so confused.

"Dad, stop," Fiona almost begged with an heavy breath.

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?" Lip asked confused as Desna double checking the man. She had not realized he was Mr. Perry.

"Who?" Frank asked with a frown.

"The old bus driver," Desna answered and Lip nodded.

"Sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P," he explained, his eyes breafly meeting Desna's that smile looking down.

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger," Fiona began to explain, before glaring at her father, "And he is too lazy to get the real one."

"Where?" asked Desna with a frown.

"Michigan," Fiona said.

"That's retardedly brilliant," Lip commented and Desna frown at him.

"Really?" she asked as Frank spoke.

"Thank you!" the man exclaimed.

"Or brilliantly retarded," Fiona said and Desna felt like agree. And as Frank thanked again, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her," Fiona complained trying to have a reaction out of her father, but it was useless. Fiona took a breath before turning to Veronica.

"Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" V frowned.

"No." Kev was getting restless everytime he figured out that V or Desna had lent something of theirs to the Gallaghers. He almost lost it the morning of the day before when he learned that the Gallaghers had borrowed their toaster because Carl had broke thiers.

"I'll call and beg," Fiona decided standing up heading to the living room.

"We got those from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn," Debbie said entering in the kitchen with Carl, placing old hairdriers on the kitchen counter, "It'll will be a good way to stay warm."

"You okay?" Desna asked Lip as she saw him move his neck with a painful expression.

"I'd like to say yes," he said looking at her with a small smile that she returned.

"Hey, Kev, it's me," Fiona said with her phone against her cellphone.

"Does she has a chance to convince him?" Desna asked V that glared at her. Probably not. "Maybe you could ask him after sex," she suggested, making Lip chuckle.

Suddenly Frank moved taking the phone from Fiona's hand, "You won't need the car," he muttered and everyone frowned at his words.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked confused.

"She is dead," Desna widened her eyes.

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked looking at them waiting for an answer.

"Ant Ginger," Lip said and Debbie got upset.

"Did you know her?" Desna asked to Lip, that shook his head.

"Debs you've never met her," he said a bit confused.

"And now I never will!" She exclaimed and Desna and Lip looked at each other.

"Don't give me hard time," Frank complained defensively like he always liked to be, "I've been very upset about it. I'm in mourning."

Desna shook her head, how did they all managed to pull up with Frank's shit was something really unbelieveble for her.

"When did she die?" Fiona asked with wide eyes.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "T-twelve years ago," he stuttered, "I was trying to protect all of you from the drama, how do you think I feel?" he kept justify himself, "That woman was my heart and soul, she practically raised me."

A great fucking job, she did there.

"Dad," Fiona was speaking in the countless attempt to put some sense back in her father's head, "You've been chasing her checks. That's felony. We are leaving in her house. Was there even a will?"

"You don't need a will, if she's not technically dead," Frank said as if it was incomprehensible that Fiona was not getting it.

"Yes, she is technically dead, Dad," Fiona said getting pissed as she moved towards her father, "Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck!"

That was very dangerous, Fiona could go in jail and the other would have been sent in foster care, and Frank... whatever happened it was alright at that point.

"What are we gonna do now?" Fiona asked before Veronica's lips moved into a giant smile.

"Well..."

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Could I request a part two of Sky x Mind Fairy! Reader? Thank you very much :)

A little danger

Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy

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Picking at her cuticles, Y/N couldn’t focus in class. It’s always been difficult for her to exercise control over her magic and plenty have tried to teach her how to quiet the voices she’s constantly praying would go away, but no one came closer than headmistress Dowling.

Under her care, Y/N had very few incidents regarding her magic. Ever since she disappeared, it’s been impossible to get through a single day without issues that made other students wary. No one wanted to be around an out of control fairy with the power many have compared to ancient magic most fairies only get pieces of.

“Perhaps Miss Y/L/N can enlighten us?”

Snapping out of her daze, Y/N can sense the anxiety all of her classmates feel with steady streams of support from a few who harbor empathy – Stella, Musa, Terra, Aisha, Bloom and the new girl she hasn’t met yet. Y/N was never close to any of the girls, sharing a few words with Musa from time to time. Truth be told, she couldn’t let herself care for anyone, she couldn’t burden herself with anyone’s emotions when her own try to drown her daily.

“About what?” She asks carefully and the professor’s annoyance is evident even to those who aren’t mind fairies.

“About mind fairies abilities.”

Clearing her voice, she glances at Musa. “That depends.” Licking her lips, she lets out a shuddered breath. “Weaker mind fairies only sense emotions. Stronger ones can influence such emotions – either change them or take them away completely which can be as debilitating as a sword to the heart if the fairy wills it so.”

Inhaling deeply, she forces herself to look ahead at the professor. “Others can read minds or even control some of them. If the victims are weak minded, unaware of the attack, they can succumb to a powerful mind fairy.” Furrowing her brows, she swallows thickly. “And then there are those who possess the ancient magic”, she can feel everyone’s on edge, worried she might snap once again. Some have even cowered behind their desks in anticipation.

“Those fairies can use telekinesis as well as do all the things aforementioned.”

“Can they transform”, Musa asks and Y/N turns to her with concern.

“I don’t know.”

After class, Y/N stayed behind. Last thing she needs is to find herself in the panicked group of students fleeing the class to get away from her. Their emotions could be dangerous and she’s exhausted, hoping for a single moment of peace.

“I know how it feels”, Musa’s voice lingers in her mind. She didn’t speak it to her, she thought it. And she knew Y/N could hear.

“The constant fear of killing everyone? Really?” Y/N chuckles dryly.

“No, but the voices”, Musa speaks. “They never quiet for me either.”

“Do you feel it, though?” Y/N turns to her with tears in her eyes. “Something’s different since Dowling abandoned the school.”

“Yeah”, Musa stands. “It’s been impossible to ignore everyone’s fears and anxieties.”

“I feel the rage”, Y/N bites her lower lip. “I feel pure, unadulterated rage and hatred and grief and danger I cannot explain.”

Frowning, Musa folds her arms over her chest. “From who?”

Shrugging, Y/N’s lips quiver. “I can’t focus hard enough to identify them. But something bad is coming our way and the fairies that have gone missing cannot be a coincidence.”

Nodding, Musa nears her. “We agree.”

“We?”

Within the hour, Y/N found herself surrounded by the very girls she’s been avoiding. They didn’t fear her, though some, like Aisha, kept a healthy dose of concern alive.

“So, you’re telling me Rosalind is summoning some creatures that are taking fairies but none of you know for what purpose?”

Glancing at each of the girls staring at her, Y/N sighs. They haven’t got a clue what’s happening, but neither does she. At least now, Y/N can breathe easily. The constant feeling of dread that’s been taking apart her sanity makes sense. There is something amidst here and she’s not losing control for no reason.

“Alright. So how do we find out?”

Bloom raises her brows, pointing at the girls. “We will.”

Snorting, Y/N shakes her head. “Why bother telling me all of this if I’m not allowed to take part in any of it?”

“Because you’re having control issues and that’s not something we can gamble on.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N leans back on the wall. “Really, Bloom? We’re talking about control issues now?”

Sighing, Bloom looks at the girls for support but no one says a word. “Sky would kill us.”

“What does he have to do with this?” Stepping closer, Y/N scowls. “What did your boyfriend tell you?”

Frowning, Bloom licks her lips. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shakes her head. “Everyone knows about you two.”

“They’re wrong”, Bloom exclaims. “We’re just too different and decided being friends would be for the best a while ago.”

“And at what point did he decide that you’d all report to him about what I do?”

“The moment Blood witches became part of the story”, Bloom replies.

Biting the inside of her bottom lip, Y/N nods to herself. “You didn’t tell me they’re involved too.”

Blood witches are the natural enemies of all fairies, but their rivalry with mind fairies is incomparable to others. Mind fairies, if powerful enough, can wield identical magic, difference being mind fairies can soil their plans but they cannot fight back.

“It’s complicated.” Musa speaks up.

“Sure it is”, Y/N smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “If you need me, Musa has my number.”

Rushing out of the dorms, Y/N headed straight for the forest. She can feel her own anger bubbling up, tightening inside her chest. Her powers are escalating again, sounds of everyone’s thoughts playing inside her mind are louder, screaming in unison and she cannot find her own voice in their violent chorus.

Grimacing, she’s running past the specialist training grounds, feeling she’s losing the last inkling of hope for an incident free day. And she was doing so well for once, there were moments of pure silence she could hold onto in the morning, especially when she’d daydream.

Falling to her knees, heaving, she tried to pinpoint where she’s gone to but the world is spinning around her as her throat closes up with the panic crawling down to her lungs to rob her of the ability to breathe.

She can’t hold on, the reigns she’s been gripping so tightly have left her with rope burns that send searing pain throughout her very being. And so she gives up. She relents control, allowing the pain out in the world, screaming out as the wildfire burning in her lungs makes its way out her throat.

It’s a raw, powerful way to release emotions, destructible in ways she never dreamed of becoming. The trees around her fall to their sides from the impact as her telekinetic magic escapes her, ripping them from their roots. And in that moment, the woods have cleared, allowing sunshine to warm her tear-stricken face.

And as her focus returns, she doesn’t hear thousands of thoughts plaguing her as usual. She only hears one.

That hurt.

“Sky?!”

Scrambling to her feet, she looks around frantically. In that moment she found the source of both peace and frustrations that she convinced herself is unnecessary in her life, but her heart is screaming otherwise.

“Here”, he raises a hand.

Seeing him on the ground, her heart drops. She did that. She hurt him. She didn’t mean to, but it happened and she has no excuse.

Covering her mouth, she chokes back a sob.

“Are you happy now?!” Her voice is raspy, filled with concern and unimaginable hurt.

Lifting his head, he furrows his eyebrows. “Why are you the one that’s mad at me?”

“Because you could have died!” Coming closer to him, she finds him propping himself up on his elbows. “I could have killed you!”

“But you didn’t”, he smirks. “Besides, I always wanted to know what it feels like to fly.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, her lips part. “Oh my God, you’re insane.”

Chuckling, he sits up. “Just matching your energy.”

“Fuck you!”

“I wish you would”, Sky jokes and her jaw drops.

“Are you Riven?” She furrows her brows. “Did he somehow insert himself in your body?”

“No”, Sky stands up, holding his stomach. Wincing, he licks his lips. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be crude.”

“Lift up your shirt.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“What?”

“Wanna make it up to me? Lift up your shirt!”

Sighing, he grabs the hem of his shirt. “You didn’t do this to me”, he says quietly as she comes closer. Revealing a bandage running ‘round his stomach, Y/N swallows thickly at the sight.

Reaching to the area where he was gripping his stomach moments ago, Y/N pauses before her fingertips touch the bandage.

“Who did this to you?”

“Training’s been different lately”, Sky takes hold of her hand, allowing it to rest over the bandage. The hesitation and the shakiness of her fingers are more painful than the wound itself.

“I’m sorry”, she whispers, eyes still focused on his hand over hers.

“For what?”

“For being unable to protect you.” Looking up, she finds his blue eyes already on her. “If I were a different fairy, I could help you – protect you or heal you, but I’m useless. If anything, I’m a danger for you.”

“You think you don’t heal me?” Sky laughs. “I remember when we met.” Exhaling loudly, he places her hand over his heart now. “Saul and your mom were friends and we spent so much time together. You had the prettiest smile and the happiest laugh I’ve ever heard.”

“And you always teased me about my inability to spar with you properly.”

“Because I liked you”, Sky admits. “You were like the sun and then you were gone.”

“I started exhibiting powers”, Y/N explains. “I hurt you.”

“You barely left a mark”, he insists.

Shaking her head, she bites her lower lip. Dropping her gaze, she lets out a heavy sigh. “There was so much blood.”

Bowing his head, he uses his free hand to show her the scar. “And yet I cherished this every day since you were taken from my life.”

“You’re masochist”, she deadpans.

“Just a guy who really missed his childhood friend.”

“That you liked”, she smiles softly and for the first time in a painfully long time, Sky sees the smile he spent years yearning for.

“Like”, he tucks her hair behind her ear. “I never forgot about you.”

“The terrible sparring partner who almost killed you”, she reminds him. “I’m incredibly dangerous. People around me tend to die.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You should”, she winces. “Ever since the Burned ones attacked the school, whatever control I had was lost.” The sounds of their suffering have unhinged her that night and they haunt her still.

Releasing her hand, he smiles as she keeps it over his chest. She can hear his mind, feel his emotions if she wants to, yet she holds on to the feeling of his heart beating against his chest frantically for her as if she doesn’t trust her abilities, only what’s under the palm of her hand.

Placing the tip of his index finger under her chin, he tilts her head up to meet her gaze bravely. “I’m not leaving you”, he repeats solemnly.

“Because I’m your fairy?”

Cupping her cheeks, he leans his forehead on hers. “Because you make me glad I’m alive.”

part 3

[proxylynn]

…..Im starting to like Damon…please tell me some canon facts abt him and his personality.

[*cracks knuckles* Okay...Here's everything from his bio page.]

Name- Stalker (real name- Damon) Color- Red Age- 30 January 6, Capricorn, chinese zodiac: Rooster, 1993 Height- 194 cm Gender- Male sexuality- Pansexual and poly but only with MC and DG Horoscope- Capricorn Personality- quiet, forgiving, curious, clingy, caring but also violent when he loses his temper, gets jealous easily. Ability- Good sense of smell, strong bite force. He pretty much has ability of wolf. Likes- gardening, roses, meat, calm music, bees, MC, taking photos. Dislikes- loud noises, the feeling of loneliness, getting heart broken, rough/bad scents. Work- Florist Voice- Similar voice with Legoshi from Beastar favorite animal- Bees favorite food and drink- Meat and coffee/energy drinks Kink- knife play/blood play, biting, gentle and rough sex, teasing, sadism/masochism, hair pulling, praise.

Backstory- During his younger years Stalker had always been very quiet and awkward around others. He wasn't very popular during his school years and he was bullied heavily due to his shy nature. To stay calm he would carry a rose in pot with him, this would lead to even more bullying. Eventually he became used to being bullied but things became more difficulty when he developed a crush. Being so shy he didn't have the courage to talk to her so he started to stalk her in hopes of getting to know her better. When he finally got enough courage to talk to her and tell her about his feelings things didn't go so well. When she realized that he had been stalking her she became very angry and disturb with him. She rejected him and ruined the rose he tried to give her as a gift of his love. She told other people about what he did and from then on people started to call him Stalker. He didn't care about being called Stalker and over time he accept it as his new name. But being rejected by his crush hurt him very deeply. This rejection angred him so much that one day he killed her. He was never caught for his crime but people suspected him to be the culprit, however they thought he's was to weak to do something like that. He was still bullied and he did his best to avoided others. The bullying did stop when he lost his temper after one of the bullies attacked him and ruined his potted rose. In his rage he attacked the bully and brutally beat them. Afterwards his parents decided to move away to get a new start for him.

As an adult he continued to avoided people but his loneliness and depression became too much for him to bare. He yearned to find someone he could be close to and love but he was fearful of being rejected again. So he went back stalking people he developed an interest with. Even though he believed he won't find anybody he hoped that one day he would find the right one. And even though they were just crushes he would get extremely jealous if someone flirted with his crush. He would kill the ones who tried to take his crushes away. During one of his killing episodes he meet Delivery guy who was trying to find a new victim. Delivery guy was very interested in Stalker and wanted to get to know him better and eventually they became close friends.

-He had crush on Angel but since she is very popular he never really got a chance to get close to her and tell her about his feelings so when the times passed he slowly began to lose the hope that he could ever be her boyfriend what eventually end up to giving up and moving on with his life. It was tough for him but it hurt even more not being able to reach to her. (not to mention he doesn't like being constantly jealous. Which happens a lot when he had to watch others fawning over Angel.)

Extra- -He works at flower shop. -loves dancing. -He played piano when he was younger. -loves swimming. -Has sensitive ears. -He doesn't really know how to cook (maybe simple ones) but pretty much because of this he usually eats the meat raw. (He can eat raw meat without any problem. He won't get sick.) -He owns a big bee plushie what he usually hugs when he's sleeping or when he's feeling sad. -He likes to play games with DG even though he's not very good at playing. -He's only ok sharing MC with DG but he can get jealous if DG gets more attention than him. -Loves chocolate. -Damon has sometimes thought about getting help because there been times when people has told him to get help so he gets these thoughts that he should but DG doesn't like the idea and always tells Damon that he doesn't need it and those people who has said that are wrong and he's perfect how he is. DG tries his best to turn Damon's thoughts away from it because he worries he will lose his friend.

[gamerbearmira]

I'm so happy you liked the resident evil 8 Au! I totally agree that Miranda's new favorite is Mirabel (mostly because she has no obvious mutation and also partially because she's one of the few lords that isn't completely sterile I'm pretty sure most of them are Mirabel doesn't care but Miranda thinks it means she was a more perfect almost vessel and she is a physical embodiment of how far she's come) and I was thinking the same thing about her ability around moths and butterflies I was also thinking that she would be able to make her own silk kinda like a moth/butterfly and she can use the strands to cut like knives or simply make clothes depending on what she wants to do with it. I think the idea of the wings being dragonfly wings is amazing! I am imagining her true mutated form is very insectoid-like and she tries to keep it hidden from her family as much as possible. I agree that Miranda sprung it on her with her family showing up at random but I was thinking instead of Mirabel being the one to infect them it was Miranda or Miranda told her to do it because I feel like Mirabel thinks that she's cursed and is a monster for being what she is. I think their gifts go wonky like sometimes they work sometimes they don't think because it's protecting them from mutating. I think the relationship with Donna is spot on I don't think Monroe would try to manipulate Mirabel I feel like karl would do that a little more. I think also that Alcina at one point was fostering Mirabel when she was younger (only while her house was being built) so she saw her as another daughter until Miranda took her away which makes me think that she would be a little jealous of Julieta/entire family. 100% agree that in her mind her little portion of the village was like a miniature encanto and she treated it as such making hers the most prosperous and the most healthy area I imagine that she has a orphanage kind of near her house that she runs and keeps employed and stocked on things I imagined to try and keep loneliness at bay before her family showed up that she had maids she obviously has no extreme punishments for simple mistakes and allows them to frequently visit home and see their families and actually pays them well she of course is also forced to do experiments somewhere in the house like the other Lords and I think she has a basement specifically meant for that and she blocks the rest of her family from going to it. Speaking of the encanto I imagine that Miranda actually did a mass kidnapping to try and bolster the numbers in the village and to try and clean up a little bit of the bloodlines in the village. With the Ethan situation I think she would obviously try and petition for him to go to her house in the beginning but Miranda obviously does not allow it and she tries to help him as much as she can from the shadows until he gets to her house from there it went exactly how you put it.

OF COURSEEE I FREAKIN LOVE RESIDENT EVIL. I literally beat 5 and 6 with my friend, have watched a ton of play throughs, and am currently playing 2 and 3 (remake). You could say I like it a lil <333

ANYWAY I'M GLAD YOU AGREE❗❗ I mean she's always associated with butterflies, so why not associate her with bugs in general? At least in this au. I chose moths and butterflies as the main, but really it's a multitude of them. Also making her own silk, very cool 🤭🤭 you think when she'd make clothes and they'd just straight up be like armor because it's strong 😭😭 I mean it's strong enough to slive through things.

Karl probs would manipulate her, but she's just not with trying to take her down, even though he's constantly plotting against Miranda. I only say Moreau is manipulative because he tried to make Ethan feel bad for him and then tried to kill home boy (fun fact, that ENTIRE fight couldn't been avoiding if Ethan just took the flask from the window and dipped. What aas he lingering for anyway 😭😭)

Miranda forcing or honestly infecting the family herself would make sense. I imagine she tried to use the Madrigals as experiments, especially Antonio. And I wouldn't be surprised that of the villagers taken, Miranda just took a bunch of villagers to experiment on. Any that miraculously survived probably got dumped back into Mirabel's village. Which I'm glad you agree she thinks of as a Little Encanto <333 Mirabel HATES doing experiments, and especially after Julieta comes, does her best to heal the survivors and send them on their way. She doesn't like it, and outs it off as often as she can 🌚

Her final form being insect like is so cool 👁👁 I can't draw monster to save my life, but I can attempt ❗❗ again, just a mixture of a multitude of bugs. No eyeballs. Idk what it is with Resident Evil and eyeballs, they freak me out EVERYTIME without fail. I think she rarely uses it; it's a lot small than the others forms, but still pretty decently sized. She definitely hides that side from her family, heck she probably hides it from herself 🥸

Also silly idea. Miranda did probably make Casita just. Collapse, I mean it's a house and it's MIRANDA. I imagine all of the Madrigals have some kind of injury from the event, and if they did, they tried to argue with Mother Miranda (despite Mirabel's protests) and learned the hard way that she doesn't tolerate stuff like that and "punushes" them. She doesn't kill them, because she know that would break little Mirabel's heart, so she keeps them alive, but essentially silwnces the Madrigals.

Lady D being jealous is so real 😭 yeah, she's got her own daughters, but there's something different about Mirabel. Maybe it's because she so small and cute, maybe ut's vecayse she got to actually play some role in actually raising her, I mean her three daughters were technically adults, and Mirabel was only a kid. I think the Dimitrescu sisters and Mirabel do get along to some degree, considering they're both somewhat bug related. But only so close 😀

Mirabel genuinely trying to care for her part of the village is sweet <33 she really does try and give these people the lives she knows they'll never truly have. She visits the orphanage several times a week. And despite how gloomy and decrepit the village it, Mirabel's just a little bit brighter. And Mirabel DEFINITELY tried to take Ethan. But Karl just had a bit more sway than her, and Miranda knows of Mirabel's habits of "letting people go". Mirabel knew better than to argue, so after she was reprimanded by Miranda, she piped down. Lady D hated Karl a little but more after that. Imagine how surprised Ethan is when he gets to her part of the village, and she just so easily gicws up the heart flask of Rose 😭 and Mirabel HELPS HIM. He trusts her more than the Duke probably 🗿 Maybe when Mirabel can't directly help him, she sends out her family members to deliver "packages" (typically it's just something to help heal or some spare ammo she had swiped from Karl).

I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH OMG IT'S GONNA STAY ON MIND 🤧🤧🤧

[stayinguplate]

(Finding out Winter King made a Marcy out of ice made me think of this).

Can i request Winter King being platonic yandere towards ice!Marcy and ice!reader?

Like let's say that reader was his younger sibling (they were 5 years younger the him) who had die in a car accident (they were crossing the street and got hit by a drunk driver) when they were, like, 15 years old.

When he become Winter King not only did he made ice!Marcy but also ice!reader.

Platonic yandere winter king x ice reader + ice Marcy

Omg I love that idea  it’s making me kind of tear up  but anyways, let’s get on with the story also I won’t have school for like for four days. So I’m free those four days and I can get as much fanfiction requests as possible.  just wanted to let you guys know .

Anyways, this story will contain platonic yandere tendencies, such as being really overprotective, manipulating,fluff sort of,mentions of death ,angst to yandere then fluff

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Let’s start at the beginning Simon and reader were not like other siblings yeah, sometimes they argued but they make up after a few seconds or minutes they were like two peas in a pod ,like peanut butter and jelly it felt like nothing could separate those two  they stuck together thick through thin .

Simon was always overprotective of his little sister and wanted nothing bad to happen to her , he always checked up on her after school, and during the day ,she would always trust him and tell him things like if people were picking on her or if she felt unlucky that she didn’t get a significant other ,and he would always try to do something about it, and if reader didn’t want him to do anything he wouldn’t he would just sit and comfort her. He wasn’t gonna let anyone ruin them . . . Never in his life

(if reader is 15 than Simon will be 17 I suppose )

If reader wanted to go to the movie with her friends  Simon would have to come because he wouldn’t want her to see a bad movie, right or what if someone takes her after the movie?

Might as well be going with Simon to the movie  because your friends just wanted to be there with you it was supposed to be just you and your friends but Simon had to come along. Your mom agreed that he had to go with you. You didn’t mind it but sometimes it got annoying. 

 you finally graduated eighth grade , you were happy, but Simon was constantly around you in high school who is making sure you were OK and making sure you weren’t getting into any trouble. It got annoying so you started avoiding him but then he always freaked out and started to have a panic attack if you avoided him so you learned to sort of deal with it, plus he was just trying to protect you, then the next year came that’s when tragedy

hit place . . .

Simon was sick and he didn’t go to school that day. There was a big road and you had to walk by it to get home which wasn’t a problem but on that specific day, it was the lights weren’t working and the construction workers were trying to fix it. You were happily walking by enjoying a good day at school and going to the theatre club for tryouts it was late 4:40 the sunset was almost ending you were rushing to get home so you’re mom and Simon would not worry so much and then suddenly you heard tire scratch on the concrete and then everything turned black . . .

You died that day the school called you and Simmons mom and told them the sad news your mom first in the tears

 Went to go sit down on the couch, breathing heavily, not taking it very well 

Simon,however . . .

Felt rage and sadness and felt like the worst brother ever he couldn’t protect a his little sister and felt like such a failure 

Simon fell asleep in your room that day, wanting to feel your presence one last time before having to painfully except that you were gone forever . . .

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 The mushroom war officially started Simon DIDNT parish as he had the magical crown ,Simon was officially in his early 30s or late 20s it felt like he had lost so much . . . But then one day he found marceline 

Every thing felt slightly better like he had a daughter and he promised to protect her no matter what wanting to make sure that she wouldn’t meet the same fate as you did he wouldn’t let it happen

One day had to be the most hardest day because there was an infestation of mushroom zombies and no matter how much they out ran the mushroom zombies , there was still so many around everywhere they went before Simon made the tough decision to put on the crown to protect marceline the mushroom zombies attack from behind. They were ambushed Simon, and then quickly put on the crown, but it was too late. They had Marceline, and he couldn’t recognize her sweet little face anymore, with her eyes closed and face ruined with cuts he hugged her tiny body tightly sobbing  knowing that he failed to protect someone he loved. . .he lost you Betty, and now Marceline 

 He put on the crown and let the madness and powers take over 100 years went by by this time he saw Princess bubblegum being so happy with her subjects, wondering why he could not have the same out of all this madness he still remembered you and Marceline,his memories of Betty’s memory was so faint, but he could feel it, but he still couldn’t put his finger on it. He couldn’t remember who she really was . . . so then he did the unthinkable and created a curse that will transfer  the madness onto her, and he will be more in control 

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Princess bubblegum was no longer known as princess bubblegum. It was known as candy queen and ice king was no longer ice king instead, it was winter king . . .

As he was done creating his new winter, kingdom into something better and perfect  and please filled with winter and ice subjects and made the ice scouts he still felt like something was missing. Then he realized what he really wanted.



. . . He wanted you and Marceline.  so he created just that he knew you both will still be just ice  so he grabbed a little memory of you two, a bracelet that you always wore and Rambo the teddy bear that Marceline always carried around he put them in the ice memories and created you both. He ran up to you both and ingulfing you both in a tight embrace.  a tear running down his cheek.  swearing, that he won’t let anything bad ever happen ever again.

you both were confused, but hugged him back. “ don’t worry you two you will live in relaxation in this wonderful winter world that I created for the better “ and quickly wiped his tear Marceline smiled “ you’re so silly winter king “ she said giggling winter king gently smiling at Marceline and petted her head gently and turning to you looking more happy then ever you were too young to pass winter king engulfed you in a hug again ” my dear sweet sister i’ve missed you so “ he said as he pulled away from the hug gently and gently put his hand on your face looking at your ice features he didn’t matter if you two were just ice  you both were his family 

“ there’s everything you need here you guys don’t need to leave. I’ll create everything you want just now leaving ever you both stay with me where you’re safe . . . Forever “ 

He said hugging you both more tightly as he felt more of a protective side, coming out,

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“ i’m sorry, but I said no reader” winter king says as he then sits on his throne

“But why not the ice scouts get to leave ”you said a little disappointed as your head lowered ,winter king stands up and walks towards you and uses his hand to lift you head up

As there was a protective cold, look in his eyes 

“ I’m not letting you leave I care about you too much. Plus I’m afraid you’re gonna melt I care too much about you to let that happen.I know what best for you until you are ready ” he said trying to scare you “ do you wanna to melt reader I will rebuild you, but you’ll be in so much pain you’re gonna wish you never really went out, so are you sure you really want to go?”  he said, in the most manipulating tone “ but I’ll let you” he said, as he went behind you smiling knowing that his tricks working as he felt you hesitating

“ I’ll stay here . . . “ you said disappointed and saddened but winter king hugs you gently ” please don’t be sad. Come now let’s go have you and Marcy and.I please snowball fight maybe have some hot chocolate to ” he said smiling as his plan worked 

You smiled back, liking the idea

He wasn’t gonna let any of you leave He’d rather die than let you guys go never again never never never

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Thank you so much for requesting this. I loved writing this so much. I hope you have a good day or night or afternoon. See you next time.  

At the end, it kind of reminded me of this 

 😗❄️🍭🍬🍪🍦☕️

[rocknrollbabe14]

Only Have Eyes For You (Joseph x Reader) (Request) 

Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, Joe fluff.

Request: Okay, so. The reader works on the set of ST and she’s like in the costume department and she has to dress Joseph and a few of the others. They get along vert well and have a lot of fun while dressing him. She has a crush on him but keeps it a secret because she has a lot of doubts and isn’t really happy with herself. And she thinks she will never have a chance with him because he’s so famous and she’s just a costume designer and other girls are way prettier than her. One day she maybe gets hurt but works through her pain because she doesn’t want to cause a scene and Joe notices that something is up which surprises her because why would he pay attention to her? She plays it off and a day later or something she has to go get Joe out of his trailer when he’s with another girl/worker and reader feels hurt (even though she shouldn’t cuz they aren’t anything) so she gets a little cold and keeps her distance. And Joe, being the amazing cute human being he is still very nice and charming which only aggravates her more and she gets self doubts and starts to hate herself for catching feelings for him. Just a bit of angst/self doubt and stuff and then just Joe being cute towards her. Maybe a very romantic kiss, reassurance, and fluff! @theimaginationgotmegood

You never imagined you would have been working on the set of Stranger Things in the costume department. Your main role was the Set Customer and Tailor. You made sure the correct outfit was worn in the correct manner. It was important and imperative that the costumes always fit correctly and were used in the correct sequence as they sometimes filmed scenes out of order.  You had brushed shoulders with Joe Keery, Gaten Matarazzo, Natalia Dyer, Finn Wolfhard just to name a few. But your favorite cast member to dress had became Joseph Quinn. 

Joseph was from South London and you would have never guessed it hearing him talk as his character, Eddie Munson. Joseph was sweet, funny, outgoing, and handsome. But you’d never dare tell him the last part. If you were being honest, you may have a crush on him. It embarrassed you to even admit it. You all had chemistry when it came to working together on set. You all had a lot to talk about and discuss during his sessions. Even if you all had just a few minutes to do so. 

In the beginning, you had no intentions of catching feelings for Joseph. He was an actor, you just a mere costume designer. You knew he could have any girl he wanted. He just radiated confidence and charm. It was hard for you to describe. Every member of the show you dressed was super nice to you and made great conversation with you, but Joseph was just—different. In a good way. He was a breath of fresh air. 

One evening though, after the directors had called a wrap on set, Joseph asked you to join him for dinner and asked you where the best food was locally. He admitted he had no clue as he was not from here. You asked him if he was really asking you and he had given you a confused look before confirming he, indeed, did ask you and valued your opinion and company. It had given you butterflies. 

It was a different atmosphere with Joseph when you all went to dinner. He was a lot more open, letting loose outside of work. He was really funny—making jokes constantly, almost making you spew soda out of your nose. It was embarrassing but he just snorted, causing you all to laugh harder. You all had began to make this a habit ever since. Not that you were complaining. 

Today, you weren’t really feeling up to working, but you had to do your job and plus you really wanted to see Joseph and talk to him. You had burnt your hand really bad last night, making dinner at home. Your hand was sore with some blisters on it, but you had a job to do. You’d make it through one way or another. You had used some over the counter burn cream and hoped it would get you through this work day. You tried to avoid hospitals at all costs. Joseph would be in shortly and you were trying to get everything together. 

Your hand was aching but you didn’t have much time to worry about that. You grabbed two ibuprofen and kept going, quickly washing them down with a sip of water. The concentration that engulfed you was quickly broken when you heard the door open, smelling the familiar cologne along with sensing his presence. 

“Good morning Y/N.”, you heard Joseph speak.

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “Hey Joe. Wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“I’m a bit early, aren’t I?, he asked as he looked at the clock. 

“Yes, but nothing wrong with that.”, you smiled easily as you began to grab his clothes. 

You felt his eyes on you as you walked to the rack, sliding each hanger until you found Eddie’s clothes. You hissed easily, moving your hand the wrong way. You could feel him focusing on you. 

“Are you okay, love?”

Love. That caused goosebumps on your skin, but you prayed he wouldn’t notice. Your stomach even twisted at his words. 

“I’m fine, Joe.”, you breathed easily before picking his hanger off of the rack. 

You turned to see him standing there, his doe brown eyes focused on you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded as you handed him Eddie’s clothes. “Yes, Joe. Go get dressed and come out and show me.”

It took you by surprise that Joseph had noticed something was off with you. Honestly, why in the world would he pay attention to you? You were a nobody compared to him. He had kept his eyes on you, even as he turned to go to the dressing room to put Eddie’s clothes on. It made your heart skip a beat if you were being honest. He just made you feel some type of way. 

“So how do I look, sweetheart?”, he teased in his American accent as he came out of the dressing room, once again catching your undivided attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was different to hear him talk with his accent without the wig. He smirked, at least knowing he had accomplished the task of brightening your day. Whatever was wrong with you. You walked over to him, admiring his costume but also making sure everything was accurate. You held your clipboard, comparing his outfit to the diagram. At least with your job, it gave you an excuse to look at him. 

Even if it was to make sure his outfit was accurate, you wouldn’t be caught stealing glances at him awkwardly. You eyed his Hellfire club shirt, making sure the little snags and holes matched. This was after Eddie had been missing a few days, staying at Reefer Rick’s and his clothes had to be a little dirty and worn. You touched his shirt easily, feeling Joseph’s skin under, giving you goosebumps again. You swallowed hard, trying to shove these thoughts out of your head.

“Looks good, Joe. Everything matches.”

He smiled, satisfied before you removed your hand and scribbled something down on your clipboard. You once again felt his eyes on you.

“Did you burn yourself?”, he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You looked up from your clipboard, shocked he had noticed your hand. It was your right hand, the one you were currently writing with. This had obviously taken you by surprise.

You looked down at your hand. “Uh yeah, but no big deal. The show must go on right?”

He eyed you. “It looks painful, love.”

Love. There that word was again. 

“It is—I mean was, but I treated it over the counter. It’s fine. I’m okay, Joe.”, you reassured him. 

He finally tried to accept this answer and before you both knew it, it was time for him to move on to make-up. Tonight would be a late night on set. You’d get to leave as soon as you dressed everyone and did your part. 

“See you tomorrow?”, he asked.

You nodded. “Tomorrow, Joe.”

He hugged you quickly, catching you off guard. You quickly wrapped arms back around him. He pulled away, smiling before he waved goodbye and was out the door. You stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened. You felt your cheeks burning as you quickly tried to gain your footing. Why was this affecting you so much? You didn’t have much time to focus on this before Joe Keery walked in your trailer, refocusing your attention.

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The alarm clock disturbed you from your slumber as you slammed your hand down on the snooze button almost instantly. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes before stretching. You threw your covers back, a pep in your step knowing Joe was going to be at work and you’d get to see him. You dug through your closet, finally picking an outfit. You did a quick twirl in front of the mirror before running to the bathroom to put your make up on. Taking two stairs at a time, you instantly brewed a quick cup of coffee before heading out the door. You weren’t running late, but you were in a hurry to see Joe if you were being honest with yourself. 

You threw open the door to your trailer. Joseph was always the first one to be in. You began to get everything ready. Before you knew it, you had sort of lost track of time. You eyed your phone. Joe was late. This was very unlike him. It was out of character for him. He was always early, very punctual. You gave him a few more minutes. However, he still didn’t show up. You had a schedule to keep and you needed him to be on time. 

After a couple more minutes of debating whether or not you should take matters into your own hands, you decided you were going to go to his trailer. You hated to go and impede on his privacy, but your bosses wouldn’t exactly like for you to get behind schedule. You climbed the steps to his trailer, your anxiety beginning to rise. You had never done something like this and you didn’t want to come off rude. What if you ruined your relationship with Joe altogether?

Closing your eyes, you mustered up the courage and gently knocked on his trailer door. No answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you knocked again. Still no answer. You twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked and it was. You slowly turned the door knob, opening the door. Your heart instantly sank as Joseph came into your view.

Were your eyes deceiving you? You blinked, opening them again. He was smiling and laughing with another woman who worked on set. You had seen her around in the make-up department. There was that same smile he had given you, time and time again. Was he just charming with every woman? Your mind instantly wondered back to every time you all had went to dinner. You remember that smile showing up almost every time. 

He must have felt your presence. “Oh I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m late.”

He looked down at his watch before giving you a sympathetic smile.

You smiled dryly. “It’s fine, just wanted to make sure you—everything was okay.”

The woman met your glance. She was blonde haired with blue eyes and her make-up was perfect. It seemed she had no flaws. She appeared to be perfect. Why would you even allow yourself to even think for a second that he would be interested in someone like you? Someone as plain as you? You hair wasn’t always perfect. You were sure your make-up had flaws at times.You had to redo your eyeliner twice this morning. You struggled with your imperfections. You had at least a dozen you could think of right off the bat.

The woman whom he was talking to made you instantly feel inferior. She eyed you and you felt like she was also picking out all your imperfections. 

“I’ll be in my trailer.”, you said quickly. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”, he said but you had already turned to leave.

You heard the woman laugh before hearing her faintly say, “Sorry to keep you Joe.”

You rolled your eyes as you rushed back to your trailer. You cursed yourself mentally. How could you have even began to allow yourself to catch feelings for him? He was way out of your league. You were sure of that now. You should have known better. Instead of feeling excited to see Joe, you instantly felt dread. Dread was a word you never wanted to associate with him, but you couldn’t help how you were feeling. 

He came about ten minutes later and he tried to make conversation with you, but you weren’t interested. The sooner you could forget about your crush on him, the better. You would force yourself to forget about him and the feelings you had for him. Even if it would hurt like hell. 

“Want to join me for dinner tonight? My treat.”, Joe asked, trying his best to get you to at least smile at him.

He could sense your coldness towards him. It confused him. Were you mad because he was late? Was he missing something? He wasn’t sure what he had exactly done to make you this way towards him, but he wanted to attempt to fix it.

“I can’t Joe, sorry. I promised my best friend I’d meet her.”, you said coldly, dryness laced in your voice.

He almost looked disappointed, maybe even slightly embarrassed as he nodded. “Right, sorry.”

You finished with his costume and was never so glad to see him walk of your trailer. You crossed your arms, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes. Why were you crying? You had no right to cry about this man. It wasn’t like you all actually had something. He wasn’t yours to cry over. But you had felt like you all had actually had a connection. A connection that was blossoming into something more. However, your brain quickly reminded you that he wouldn’t date a girl like you.

You muddled through the rest of the week, barely speaking to Joe anytime he was in your trailer. He would attempt small conversation with you but you would quickly shoot down his advances. He would compliment your outfit or your hair. Or he would make a joke that was actually funny and you wanted to laugh, but you had to force yourself to barely fake a smile. It made you sick. It made you upset. He was still trying to charm you even though you were making it clear that you could care less. It hurt to behave this way towards him, but you had to put your wall back up with him. The one you had let come down so easily. 

Joe came in quickly. “I’m early this time.”, he laughed nervously.

“Yeah.”, was all you said.

He came over to you, sitting down on the couch you were sitting on. You usually took a small break between characters. You didn’t even look up at him. 

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”, you asked, not looking up from your magazine.

“Can we talk?”, his voice was serious.

You could feel those brown eyes on you, watching you, waiting for a response. You easily closed your magazine. You had worked really hard to build your wall again. You weren’t letting it down with him again. You finally looked at him.

“About?”

Your voice had a slight snip to it.

“Have I done something?”, he asked, concern in his eyes.

“No.”

He nodded. “But you respond like that.”

“You just asked me a question.”, you said easily before picking up the magazine again. 

Joseph sighed, feeling frustration rise in his chest. “Look, you’ve been cold and distant towards me since that day you came to my trailer and I was talking to Laura.

Laura? She had a name. That made it even worse for you. You could now associate her face with a name. Joseph and Laura. How nice.

“So what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just sorry I barged in on you and your—”

Your mind was fighting the urge to say girlfriend. 

“Girlfriend?”, he finished for you.

You nodded, your heart sinking even further. “Yeah.”

He snorted playfully, laughing.

You glared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. What was so funny? Was it funny that you had cried over him?

He quickly straightened up. “Sorry, she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “No?”

“No, Laura is nice, but she’s not exactly my type.”

You felt that feeling of hope come back. However, your brain was in a fight with your heart. 

“So what is your type then?”

Joseph laughed before smirking. “Well, I know this really beautiful girl. She’s very talented. She makes me laugh. Super cute.”

You eyed him. “She’s a lucky girl then.”

“Well, that’s the thing. She doesn’t exactly know I feel this way about her.”, he smiled at you, detailing his dilemma.

You had no idea who he could have been talking about. Maybe one of the actresses in the show he works with, maybe a friend he had known for years, maybe someone new, someone else. You had no clue. All you could think of was how lucky she was. 

“Maybe you should tell her.”, you suggested easily, looking down at your hands nervously. 

“I don’t know. She’s been giving me the cold shoulder lately. Every time I ask her out, she comes up with some reason she can’t join me.”

You felt your stomach knot up instantly. Was he talking about you? He couldn’t be talking about you. There was no way in this world that Joseph Quinn was talking about you. You felt his eyes still focused on you.

“Maybe she didn’t know you were asking her out on dates.”, you suggested, shrugging.

He laughed playfully. “I honestly thought I was making myself clear.”

“Just come out and tell her how you feel.”, you suggested again. 

Joseph nodded and smiled before edging slightly closer to you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Do you think it’ll work?”

“I hope so.”

“Well in that case, Y/N, you seem to have been missing my advances.”, he sounded very eloquent as he reached for your hand. 

“Joe, I’m sorry, what?”, you laughed nervously. 

“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before. Would you join me for dinner tonight? As my date, love?”

His voice was as sweet as honey. You were glad you were sitting down or you would have went weak in the knees. He was confident in his words. 

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He laughed again. “Really.”

“Are you sure?”, you asked.

You were always self-self conscious and even more so now. 

“I’ve been sure since I met you. I don’t know why you find it so surprising.”

You eyed your all’s hands. “I don’t know. I know there’s prettier girls out there and you could have any of them, Joe.”

He chuckled. “Not in my eyes. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I could have them but I only want you. I only have eyes for you.”

His words of reassurance sent chills down your spine and caused your stomach to twist. He was leaning closer to you, so close his cologne tickled your nose. His eyes looking into yours was intense. Without thinking, you scooted a little closer to him. You both didn’t have to use words right now. His actions were speaking just fine. His free hand found your cheek, caressing it easily. You bit your lip in response.

He leaned in easily, closing his eyes and your body quickly responded by doing the same. You felt like you were melting when his lips met yours. His hand moved down your cheek easily. His kiss was soft and tender before he broke it, watching you for a response. He could read it on your face that you enjoyed it. You all shared another kiss, this time a little deeper but still as romantic as the first one. 

“So, what do you say, love? Maybe we can go back to your place after and get to know each other some more?”, he suggested. 

You nodded, smiling so much your cheeks hurt. “I’d love to, Joe.”

[lcvernat]

I’m Sorry | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey :)

Idk if you’re doing requests or not but if you are…

I wanna ask if you can please do a Nat x TeenR with Angst or Nat x femR with anxiety

Tbh as long as it has Angst in it :)

You dont have to give me any recognition for it as long as you tag my bestie @romanoffs-widow in it bc she loves this type of thing 🥰 thanks!

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: definitely very angsty, anxiety, panic attacks, overall bad mental health + pls read at your own discretion!

A/N: hi anon! i chose to go with nat x fem reader for this request :) i hope that’s okay!! and i hope your bestie enjoys <3 + for everyone out there who suffers from anxiety i hope this fic gives you some sort of comfort and just know you’re not alone, i promise you, and my dms are always open if you need someone to vent to!

Living with anxiety was like having a shadow following you constantly: you could never get rid of it, could never quite catch a break. It convinced you of things that you knew logically couldn't be true, but that didn't matter because your brain couldn't help but believe in it and send you spiraling. It made you second guess and overthink everything, and it made the simplest of daily tasks impossible. Sleeping was really the only time that you were free from the torment that was your thoughts.

You never quite fit in anywhere. Your friends quickly became tired of you bailing on them at the last minute when they invited you out, so they eventually just stopped inviting you. You couldn't quite blame them, but you didn't know how to explain that the very prospect of going outside made you feel so violently nauseous you spent most of the morning sitting on the floor of your bathroom beside the toilet, and then every time you ended up cancelling because you just. Couldn't. Do. It. And you felt pathetic for it.

All you wanted was to be normal. To make these thoughts go away. To stop freaking out about every single thing. Yet they never went away, no matter what you did. The physical symptoms had to be the worst to deal with. You could manage the thoughts sometimes, could ignore them sometimes, but the nausea, sweating, shaking, and the constant feeling of something being stuck in your throat was a nuisance to deal with. You felt so drained from it some days that all you wanted to do was lie in your bed and cry.

Oddly enough, the only time you felt solace was on missions with the Avengers. You had to be focused, with one specific goal in mind: the mission objective. It left no room for your anxiety to manifest, and it was one of the only times you were free from its grasp, despite it defying all logic - death-defying missions should’ve been the one thing that elicited anxiety in you, but it didn’t, and instead simple, mundane tasks such as going to the grocery store seemed catastrophic. It was stupid.

Through the Avengers Initiative you met your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, and she made everything better. You’d told her about your anxiety, knowing you couldn’t keep it a secret from a super spy who would inevitably find out, and despite you thinking it was pathetic because she had gone through so much more in her life and had seemingly never been left debilitated by the mere thought of going outside, she assured you that you weren't pathetic, and your feelings were completely valid. She understood you. She didn’t push you, and she didn’t get angry if you had to back out on dates because you couldn’t handle it. She quickly learnt what usually overwhelmed you or triggered a panic attack and made sure you avoided those situations or if you couldn’t avoid it, she’d be there by your side throughout all of it. She knew exactly how to help you when you had a panic attack and she was so loving and patient towards you, you were so eternally grateful for her. You don't know how you had managed to get this lucky, she was well and truly a miracle.

But of course, anxiety just couldn’t let you have good things without poisoning it. ‘She hates you’, ‘you’re literally so annoying’, ‘she doesn’t love you’, ‘she’ll leave eventually because everyone does’ - constant thoughts of self-hatred wormed its way into your mind, despite your best efforts of keeping them out. It got tiring, sometimes, trying to get better, because anxiety had to be one of the most persistent monsters on the planet. It never went away, no matter how hard you tried to make it go away. Your chest constantly felt tight, your hands constantly shook, you felt nauseous nearly all of the time and your mind was on constant overdrive: the thoughts never stopping. You just had to live with it.

Some days were worse than others. Today was a particularly bad day. You didn’t have any energy to get up, and had spent all day lying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Nat and Steve had an important and quite dangerous mission coming up, so the redhead had been away all day preparing for it, which meant you were alone in your shared room. It was late evening now, and the room was starting to get dark, but you didn’t have the energy to get up and turn on the light. This morning, the thought of getting up and facing the day was so impossible you were nearly sick, so you just couldn’t do it. You couldn’t battle it today, you just couldn’t.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and footsteps walking in filled the room. The footsteps soon stopped in their tracks though, when they saw that it was nearly pitch-black inside and the light wasn't on. The only light was the screen of your phone, barely visible under all of the covers you had covered yourself with in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the world. The light switched on then, the room filling with the glaring yellow of artificial light as you squinted your eyes, letting out a grunt of annoyance.

"Y/N?" Natasha's voice sounded cautious, as her footsteps slowly resumed, getting closer to the bed. "Are you okay, moya lyubov?" Her voice was soft as you felt the bed dip with her added weight. Her hand came up to gently remove the covers from your face so she could see you. All you do is shake your head the tiniest bit, such a small action that anyone else would’ve missed, but Natasha didn’t.

“What’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

You frown. That was a tough question. What was wrong? You didn’t know. Nothing bad had happened to you recently to make you feel like this. You didn’t have anything major happening this week that would’ve caused you to feel anxious. You simply woke up today with an insanely overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Worse than normal. There was no actual reason for it. There rarely ever was an actual reason.

Sitting up in the bed, Natasha moving back slightly to give you space, you start to play with the hem of your sweater. “I don’t know,” you mumble almost incoherently, your voice so small and fragile from not being used once today.

Natasha’s gaze softens as her hand reaches out to tentatively take yours. She gives your hand a squeeze. “I’m always here if you need to talk, you know that,”

You inhale, the familiar feeling of your chest tightening an unwelcome accompaniment. God, why were you feeling like this today? Nothing. Was. Wrong. “I don’t-“ Your throat feels tight. You swallow, the object in your throat not loosening, “I just- I need to be alone. Please.”

You never pushed Natasha away. Never. She was your rock, your medicine, your cure. The only thing that could make you feel better. But right now, you needed to be alone. So, it wasn’t surprising when confusion quickly followed by pain flashed across her features. She didn’t say anything, she just simply nodded. Natasha got off the bed, slowly making her way to the door. The soft clicking of the lock sounded as she left.

You couldn’t breathe. You rubbed your chest, but the tightness didn't ease. You clench your fists so tight you know crescent-shaped marks are engraved into your palms. 5 senses. 5 things you see. Hear. Feel. Taste. Touch.

You’re okay. Okay. You’re fine. Nothing’s wrong. You’re okay. You’re fine. Fine. You’re okay. You are okay. Nothing’s wrong.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

You hold your head in your hands and cry.

You’d fallen asleep after. Your body and mind so tired you couldn’t stay conscious for another minute. You woke up feeling disorientated and groggy. The light was still on. Checking your phone, you realized it was well past 3am. You bite your lip before running your hand over your face. Chancing a glance at the other side of the bed, it was to no surprise that it was empty.

You felt horrible to think that Natasha never went to bed because you wanted to be left alone. You’re a horrible person. Horrible. You needed to find her. Your body screams in protest as you get out of bed for the first time in ages.

You opened the door, not surprised to be greeted with darkness as the team had clearly retired to bed hours ago. You make your way quietly through the Compound. You don’t know where Nat could possibly be. Unless she was rooming with Wanda tonight to give you space. Maybe she’d be better with Wanda anyway. At least Wanda wouldn’t have to cancel on dates because she couldn’t do it.

No. Don’t be stupid. Nat loves you; you know that.

You decide to check the kitchens first and are thankful that you don’t need to explore any further because there she is: sat at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of her. She turns at the sound of your footsteps, and her eyes widen when she realizes it’s you.

Natasha is in front of you in an instant. She doesn’t touch you. She doesn’t say anything. You play with your fingers nervously. You look down at the ground as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you start, your voice shaky. Natasha interrupts you before you have a chance to continue by gently lifting your chin to get you to look at her.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she says softly.

Frustrated tears spring to your eyes. Frustration at yourself and for feeling this way, for not knowing how to fix it, and pushing Natasha away too. God, you hated yourself sometimes.

"I do," you say, "I'm sorry for pushing you away, you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry for being like this for no reason because my life really isn't all that bad, you know? People have it worse and yet they aren't anxious messes all the time. You've had it worse, and you manage fine. I don't know why I'm like this and I hate it and I'm so-"

You cut off, unable to continue because the object in your throat has gotten bigger, preventing any words from getting out. You can't breathe again, and tears are streaming down your face. The next thing you feel is Natasha's arms wrapping around your body. You wrap your arms around her as tight as you possibly can while your head goes to rest in the crook of her neck and all you can do is just cry.

Cry because everything's been too much recently, too overwhelming, your mind has been a hellscape that you can never escape from, and it's just gotten too much to handle. So, you let it all out, you cry, and Natasha holds you through it all; her arm rubbing up and down your back, a steady rhythm to comfort you.

You don't know how much time has passed since you've stopped crying. Your throat is dry and sore, your cheeks are stained with tears and Natasha's shirt is wet from where you've cried. You pull away, hands reaching up to wipe away your tears, but Natasha gets there first. She dries your cheeks with her thumbs, her touch so gentle and tender as she cradles your face in her hands.

She kisses the tip of your nose and your nose scrunches in response.

"Don't ever say you're sorry for feeling the way you feel, okay?" She starts, her voice soft yet said with so much conviction you nearly start crying again, "Your feelings are completely valid, you are not a burden, or a mess, or anything else that your brain tries to convince you that you are, because none of it is true. You want to know the truth? All of us are messes, really, and it doesn't matter whether someone has it worse or not because we're all going through our own shit and battling something on our own and it is still completely valid even if you think your battles aren't valid. Some people are just good at hiding it. I am so sorry you have to battle this anxiety all of the time, and I know it must be exhausting, but you are the strongest person I know, okay? You will get through this, and you will get better. Whether it takes months or years, you will get better, and I will be right there by your side all throughout it. Some days will be worse than others, but I know you and I know that you can get through it, and you know you can go to me for anything. I love you so much, you know that right?"

Tears have sprung to your eyes again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Complete love and adoration for the redheaded woman that is currently cradling your face in her hands fills all of your senses. You nod, a smile making its way onto your face for the first time in a while.

"There's that smile I know and love," Nat says softly, returning your smile as she pulls you in for a hug again. Your smile widens as you lean back to kiss the love of your life.

You break apart to lean your forehead against hers, "I love you so much, you're the best girlfriend ever," you whisper against her lips.

"No, you're the best girlfriend ever, and I love you most."

It was 3am, you were standing in the Compound's kitchen wrapped in your lover's arms, but that was when you knew that every single word that came out of Nat's mouth was true. Even if you wake up tomorrow and have to battle your anxiety all over again, Natasha will be right by your side throughout it all. And you'll get better someday.

Maybe not today, but someday. And that was enough.

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[lastoneout]

It really is wild to tell a doctor to their face that I have tried to "push myself" to regain my mobility and it put me on bedrest for like three fucking months only for them to be like "well have you tried pushing yourself to regain your mobility??" like bro going on a 15 minute slow-ass walk around my neighborhood once a day for a month took away what was left of my mobility for THREE months and my knee STILL hurts more now than it did before. Pushing myself lead to me permanently making my pain worse, not better.

I also wasn't kidding about the cooking thing, I broke down about not being able to cook because I love cooking so much and eating take out and boxed/frozen food all the time SUCKS so my fiancé helped me make just spaghetti one night, just sauce, cheese, and noodles, it took 45 minutes, I was wearing my knee brace, and I sat down as much as possible, and I was in so much pain by the end that I could barely stand. How do I "push myself" in this situation?? I can't even make a basic dinner for myself and my fiancé without having to give up doing anything else including showering and giving my cat her meds and shit like that for the entire rest of the day. How do I push from here??

Like I just genuinely don't know how you can hear all that and then say to my face that continually injuring myself in this way is going to yield positive results. Every time I have pushed I have limited my mobility further. My PT even TOLD me I shouldn't reach the point of being in actual pain while exercising, if I'm hurting really bad I need to stop so I don't injure myself. How does my PT know that when my fucking rhumatologist doesn't??? How does it not make sense for me even just stay mobile until I hit my limit and then use the wheelchair so hitting my limit doesn't mean "not being able to do anything for the next two days"?????

It's like they think I just started hurting and fucking gave up immediately. I was forced to quit my job THAT I LOVED SO MUCH because even when I hit the point where I could barely walk or sit without pain I didn't want to give it up, I kept pushing myself until my fiancé would have to practically carry my ass to the car at the end of my shifts, and it ended with me so disabled I still can't work. My fiancé legit has to constantly step in to stop me from pushing myself too far because I just want to do the things I want to do and I will hurt myself because of it!! I'm independent to a fault, I hate nothing more than admitting that I can't do something I want to do. Every shred of mobility I have sacrificed has been torn from my very unwilling hands, I haven't given up, I've had it taken from me. I never stopped trying to keep walking, keep working, keep cooking, keep going places, I had to stop because I had no other alternative. It was that or destroy my body. And tbh overall I still chose "destroy my body" more often than I should have.

But they still act like I'm giving up. Like it's me being lazy and stupid that got me here. Like if I was willing to just cope with the pain and not give up it would fix everything even though I already tried that.

I dont hate being disabled, I really don't, even though I've had to give up so much stuff. I grew up with a disabled mother, she's used a wheelchair my entire life and tbh I'm thankful because it seems to have spared me the all too familiar abled worldview that disability is something tragic and shameful and horrifying. It's just life, it's always just been my life, and becoming disabled was pretty easy to accept because I never saw it as a tragic fate to be avoided at all costs. This is the body I have, this is what it can and can't do, my life isn't over it's just different now, I'm allowed to mourn what I used to be able to do while recognizing that I can still live a full life with the right kind of medical care. Most of my frustration comes from people projecting their ableist feelings about disability onto me! It's why "oh but you're so young" comments make me want to deck people.

The only thing I hate about being disabled is other people and all their fucking issues that they keep projecting onto me. The way doctors act like it's better for me to give up everything I do just so I can eventually maybe regain some of my mobility rather than give me the help that would ACTUALLY make that possible. And I cannot stand the way I'm treated like some sort of stupid infant who doesn't have any idea what's best for her because I recognize my own limitations and ask for help. The pain isn't even the worst part, it's the dehumanization and infantilization. The insistence that suffering is better than "giving up" and using a mobility aid. The idea that something happening to someone like me is a tragedy and not just part of life. And the way it constantly makes me feel like I'm the problem when I fucking KNOW I'm not.

Every issue I have faced has been a result of the way other people have treated me. My mobility probably wouldn't even be as bad as it is now if my doctors had Fucking Listened To Me when I first brought up my chronic pain as a teenager, because if they had they would have figured out that I have EDS and will always be damaging my joints and thus need braces NOW to prevent that damage from progressing. I hate thinking about how not being taken seriously by doctors is what got me here in the first place. I'm so fucking tired of my fate being in the hands of people who won't help me and then blame ME for how bad I'm doing and insist I have no idea what I'm talking about and helping me would make things worse actually and have you tried just suffering more.

It's legit inhumane. I just want to be treated like a person, and maybe have some recognition for the way other people constantly make my life hell rather than people acting like I got myself into this situation when I fucking didn't, they did.

I was never the problem.

[bonefall]

something that I feel like is ignored by everyone in the fandom is how lionblaze didn’t even mean to kill russetfur. he was trying to get her of off firestar, who she was killing, and she wouldn’t let go so he pulled harder and she broke. i haven’t read the books in a good few years but I remember that he was horrified. yeah, battling is their whole culture, and cats inevitably die from it, but everyone saw him as a monster for something he didn’t even mean to do. honestly, I feel like he would’ve been justified in scratching flametail up a bit when he walked over the border and started taunting him. medicine cats must also follow the warrior code, which means no trespassing

another thing is that everyone gives him crap for like. imagining himself killing heathertail even though they were definitely intrusive thoughts and he was clearly upset about them. as someone with intrusive thoughts myself it’s pretty disheartening to see people talk about how that makes him an obviously bad person (cat?)

i want people to acknowledge that he’s scared by his own strength, that he’s scared he’ll hurt those he cares about, and that he was very much struggling after accidentally killing russetfur. yes, he’s really not that good of a character, but he still has internal conflicts and a personal story, and after a certain point he just sees himself as a war machine, something to be used for the good of the clan, no matter how he feels about it

ShadowClan's hypocrisy in that battle always frustrated me in general. At various points in TNP, Po3, AND OotS, ShadowClan openly and flagrantly disrespects the code and attacks over this border constantly. Then the minute ThunderClan retaliates at all, suddenly they have to hand-wring about how sad it is that it came down to this

Russetfur can kill whoever she wants but Lionblaze defending his leader? That's just too far I guess. Like what happened to the goddamn Battle Culture? These pansies would never survive a battle for Sunningrocks.

I remember being a kid and wanting this battle for SEVERAL books, and then getting to this battle and... honestly I can't really remember much after it. It probably actually made me ragequit lmao. I definitely did not get to Flametail's death.

Bonefall Lionblaze

Anyway I spoke about the fight from a Bonefall Rewrite lens a couple days ago if you'd like to see that, including how I want Lionblaze to take away how he feels like Bramblestar used him as a war machine, Dovepaw thinks it's ironic he resents the very thing he's doing to her, and also what the political ramifications will be in ThunderClan (mixed but neutral).

In addition this battle is now going to actually be something that Bramblestar could have avoided. Firestar is dead by the end of Po3, so there's no need for false signs anymore. Bramble just throws his weight around; ShadowClan doesn't act like the hypocrites they are in-canon either.

As for Lionblaze, he is getting a full character arc in Po3! The climax of it is during the reworked Tribe Visit, where the Clan cats help to remove Flick's rogues. Lionblaze learns a lesson too well; that the point of strength is to use it to protect others, and the mindset causes him to shove his daughters Ivypool and Dovewing into harm's way.

Though I'm also working out how much of Lionblaze being terrified of his powers is staying, and what it will look like. I think a problem with canon is that so much of it really gets lost... because he DOES become a short-fused, impulsive war machine after OotS.

In-canon he almost mauls Heathertail, DOES maul Crowfeather, kills Russetfur, takes a life from Harestar, and infamously threatens Shadowsight... and only one of these actions was accidental.

In my rewrite I'm actually MASSIVELY mitigating this by removing the mauling and giving that to Hollyleaf... and I'm considering what sort of person he's going to be post-OotS as well, if threatening what is now his GRANDSON (father of dovewing) is actually something Bonefall Lionblaze would do.

But... I do try to hold close to canon. So the question comes down to;

Keep the earlier material where he is grappling with intrusive thoughts, and write a less violent character in future arcs

Eliminate the intrusive thoughts so that his later, current canonical personality isn't bad rep.

I am leaning more heavily towards eliminating the intrusive thoughts, in this situation. I value my portrayals of neurodivergency and I am feeling that the way I plan to write this character (pro-war, assertive, being feared by other Clans) would make for really bad implications if he was also dealing with intrusive thoughts, and not just standard legitimate "oh god i cant control my own strength" thoughts.

I'm still unsure though. Let me know what you think I should do in this situation. I can elaborate if more context is needed.

Canon Lionblaze and bad mental health rep

in-canon, the problem is Lionblaze doesn't just have intrusive thoughts that terrify him and he desperately avoids- he has violent, impulsive actions to match and is a legitimate danger to the people who anger him, before and after losing his powers.

(the 'after' is important because this is not only a result of magic powers)

Squirrel it away under canon's horrible representation of mental illness; the only character that has ever had intrusive thoughts in canon is "holding back impulses" he acts on with increasing frequency. It is a very problematic concept to begin with.

For those who don't know; Intrusive thoughts are unwanted by definition.

An intrusive thought is the worst possible thing your mind can conjure up in that moment and are very upsetting to experience. Whims are not intrusive thoughts. They're common with anxiety, depression, OCD, and PTSD; and it is extremely rare (and a sign of a BIG problem) that they are ever acted on.

To be clear though... Lionblaze has not had an intrusive thought that we know of since OotS. After worrying that he would hurt Cinderheart, but then cat-marrying her... it seems like they've just gone away.

It could be that we aren't in his POV anymore, or, it could be that they've abandoned this aspect of the character. Considering that TBC Lionblaze has ended up changing into a character that is a lot more violent and impulsive, it seems to be the second option.

[recurring-polynya]

People now hopped on this theory that the reason renji wasn't in rukias fears was bc she had absolute confidence in him and his abilities and she had nothing to worry about when it comes to renji as opposed to byakuya, ichigo and orihime. And i wish i could subscribe to this theory as well but i feel like that's not how fear works? And if rukia believes renji is invincible and nothing bad can ever happen to him ever... that's not really a good thing. That's why renji being the "fear you've been trying to avoid" worked so well, but kubo had other ideas i guess. How probable do you think this theory is?

I am always going to look to the manga first for "what Kubo meant", and I think the manga-only scene where Rukia tells Renji to go hide himself between fights is a pretty strong argument that she does not have anything close to "absolute confidence" in him. Further, the strongest evidence that she might have that view is the fact that she tells him he can handle Mask by himself, except that the delivery of that line in the anime came off to me as a lot less "I have full confidence in you, babe" and a lot more "This man is a clown and you can have him."

It feels like the anime is trying to cram as much as they can into a very strict time limit, and they are stripping out what they gotta in order to do that, most of which is character stuff. The way they paced the episode made me feel like you were supposed to be focusing 100% on how spOoOooky As Nodt's fear powers were, and 0% on whatever Rukia was going through internally.

The OG anime did Renji dirty constantly. TYBW has not been nearly so bad, but they are definitely reducing Rukia and Renji's role from that in the manga (and perhaps they are doing that to everyone. I can't speak to that, but R&R are my blorbos, so I can say for sure that they have both lost a lot of scenes and not been prominently featured in trailers despite being longtime primary characters.) Whether or not "something bad happening to Renji" was the reason he wasn't included in Rukia's first fear montage, the fact that they didn't just plop him into it suggests to me that Kubo had a reason, and that it was a strong enough reason that they kept it that way. Personally, I'm just going to keep believing my unhinged secret Renruki content conspiracy theories, and the fact that the anime cut it just supports the idea that there was secret, volatile content that was worth cutting.

[terraco-07]

I'm gonna start this off by being self aware. Vriscourse in 2024 is so funny and kind of silly in a way so take as little or as much of this as you want. I think I should lead in with Vriska is divisive on purpose. Her entire story is rife with places where you can either hate her, love her, or find shades of grey. I love Vriska as a character, but I want to be perfectly clear. Vriska Serket is NOT a good person, but imo very few people are. Narratively speaking Vriska grows up on a hostile planet where she's forced to kill for her Lusus. She also has the influence of Mindfang's journal to contend with. Vriska never knows who she is, she's always living in someone else's shadow and constantly hating it. Yet at the same time she's trying to live her life by some grand formula. Let's take Tavros for example. By virtue of Karkat and the descriptions we get of Alternia we see the word pity used several times when describing Flushed feelings. Can we take it with a grain of salt and assume that Karkat a known romance over enjoyer is being an unreliable narrator? Sure, we can. That said I think that wording is relevant here. In Vriska's head she feels bad for this guy and thinks that she's the only one who can fix him. On top of that you add in that her hero was flush with a powerful bronzeblood and you've put massive blinders on yourself. She becomes so self absorbed with this idea that she ends up going way too far in her efforts to bring him around and pushes heavily past his consent and boundaries. (Looking at that kiss scene). Even after his death she says maybe 2-3 things about ahh man maybe I shouldn't say bad things about that guy anymore or am I bad for killing (another) friend. She's young but I think the lack of remorse is something that matters here when looking at her in adulthood which is what we're really trying to get to here. As for the previous murder it's barely even touched. There's an air of well Aradia killed me back so we're all good. Even though she ascended to God tier and initially Aradia was just a ghost who had to deal with it while Sollux had to cope with the fact that physically it was his body that killed his matesprit. General other beats are the arrogance, easy to anger, and lack of empathy. Which we actually get to see some development on those from pre retcon Vriska! More on that here in a second.

Holy shit Gil, you're rambling so God Damn much why do we care? I don't know, don't ask me, but here's why all that foundation matters. If we're thinking about the theoretical for any Homestuck character as a whole I feel like we have to consider who they are in adulthood. Tons of discussion and debate all circles around "well they were kids!" Okay, well lets talk about what they could be as adults. So with everything we've already brought up about Vriska, how does she act in her 20s? Personally I think she struggles post game. She has no mental purpose for a while and she's in a place where she doesn't have to fight just to live so that means tons of time to sit around and think. We've seen from pre retcon Vriska that when the stress is off she does actually consider what she's done to a degree. Do I think she thinks about Tavros or Alternian sins all that much? No. I think she doesn't like her younger self (like most people) and does what she can to avoid being like that anymore. That comes with painfully slow growth and still a lot of bridges in need of mending. Those same traits of being self centered and needing attention are there but they're a little more tempered. She can at least listen now and has the emotional intelligence to realize when she's hurt someone and actually care about that. In summary: Vriska is a complicated and flawed character and saying that she did nothing wrong but also saying she did everything wrong are both incorrect. There is nothing defensible about her acts (She fucked up bad) but we can understand why she may have done them without condoning them. As an adult she is still kind of an asshole but she's not to that same level and she gets to grow into a somewhat reasonable adult that is still a dick at times. Also if you got this far then enjoy my shameless Vrisrose propaganda. They get in fights all the time and want to beat the shit out of each other nonstop. Both of them suck and it's so funny.

[finniestoncrane]

Okay so even though Arkham Eddie and Connie are like canonicallly married in my heart, what would Connie think of the other riddlers? What would they think of her?

If Arkham Eddie wasn't in the picture would she fall for any of them??

I just have to know I love Connie sm ♡♡♡

- Effy♡

ok i have been dwelling on this and thinking hard about it since you sent it in ef so let's DO THIS

also here's an image i posted of connie in the server but haven't posted here. she has exceptional boba aim

dano: i think connie has the potential to be most afraid of this eddie. she's not a fan of the unpredictable nature, it unsettles her. outside of his mask and criminal violence, she'd find him adorable, but he's for sure the most terrifying to her. i think he'd like her though! she's weird and shy but in a loud and defiant way. he could learn a thing or two from her

young justice: she'd be all over him. and i think it would terrify him to have someone as vocally into him as she would be. but she wouldn't be able to help herself. he's like a baby version of her eddie, he needs love. she'd find it hard not to squish his cheeks constantly. i think having someone who was so super vocal about how adorable he was at every opportunity would do wonders for him. he'd love her for sure

telltale: the accidentally a little bit too loud whispering of the word "daddy"... she'd be all over him. it's debatable whether he'd reciprocate any of her feelings at all, but she'd be taken in instantaneously by a silver fox with a smug attitude and the energy to... do... so... many... things...

unburied: i don't really know much about pokemon, except i know the villains are team rocket. and i think connie and this eddie would 100% be the team rocket of their universe. i think the other rogues would refer to them as the "wonder twins" in a cruel, ironic way. they'd be far too mischievous and adorable together

btaa: honestly? i think she'd be fine to work with him, but she'd probably get along better with miss tuesday. if it wasn't for the fact that he sounded so incredibly handsome and charming and sexy, she'd think of him the same way as telltale. she needs a bit of something weird about a boy, and btas and twojar are too classically handsome for her. the combination of her and miss tuesday would drive btaa insane, so she might not last long

gotham: it's autism for autism romance. connie is... hyper-aware of how people can be cruel and dismissive and mean when someone's trying to talk about their interests, so she'd definitely be one of ed's favourite people immediately. plus tall and skinny and smaller and fat is a top tier pairing silhouette, a classic. AND connie likes gross things and criminology. and she likes holding hands and kissing without tongues, both things i am sure ed is fond of, just look at him

twojar: all bodies are beautiful, but connie's not super into like buff guys? bad experiences, they tend to either not like her because she's fat or think she needs to work out more because she's fat. which is a shame because i think he would be into having something soft to press against his rock hard tits

btas: oh god this has the potential to be the sweetest combination, and the most valuable for both of them! i don't know how well they'd do romantically, but the two of them as a duo? even just as friends? bliss. connie would appreciate having an eddie who was polite and calm and willing to explain things and i know he would love having a wide-eyed little idiot to listen to everything he said and go "wow that's so cool" afterwards

capullo: as a self-insert, i'm afraid connie would be hugely attracted to this loser. BUT as a slightly better version of myself, she's aware of her worth as a human being and would probably give him a miss. yeah he might be fun to flirt with or to tease, but she'd avoid being pulled into his bullshit. and i think he'd curse himself for that because he would be very aware of what he was missing