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harrysfolklore · 2 months

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Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

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"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.

You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.

A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.

"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"

Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.

"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."

"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."

"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.

"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."

He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.

"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."

He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.

"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."

It was safe to say that fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.

"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."

"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."

"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."

"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."

"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"

"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.

"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."

You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.

"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."

"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."

"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."

"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."

"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."

"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."

"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."

He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.

"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."

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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months

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Thankful For You

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: A nurse who has been taking care of the triplets ever since they were born has a surprise for you and Jack in your first holiday season as parents and you realize the amazing tribe of people that you have behind you want nothing but the best for the both of you

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Warnings: mention of d*ath

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Your hands were shaking as you were trying to zip up your coat and they were soon covered by Jack's who simply held onto you for a second before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I got it, baby.” He told you as he finished zipping it up and wrapping your scarf around your neck.

“Thank you.” You quietly said, attempting to not burst into tears.

Thanksgiving was going to look a little different this year seeing as Axel was still in the NICU and Ivy and Autumn had come home a month earlier. It was still very touch and go with him and your only wish this holiday season was to not have to bury your second born.

“You're welcome. You know I got you.” He replied before leaning down to kiss you.

While the two of you went to the hospital to spend time with Axel, your mom offered to keep Ivy and Autumn and the two of you promised that you would be over later.

You and Jack obviously weren't in the mood to celebrate the holidays or be around anyone, but you thought that it would be a good distraction from everything else going on around the two of you.

Jack held your hand as the two of you walked to his jeep and helped you inside while he jogged around to the driver's side. The radio was on a low volume as he started up the car and headed towards the hospital.

The two of you were riding in a comfortable silence as Jack reached over to take your hand in his and bring it up to his mouth so that he could place a kiss on the back of it.

You looked over at him and gave him a small smile.

“You know what I'm thankful for today?” He asked you as the two of you finally pulled up into the hospital parking lot.

“Hmm, what would that be?” You asked as you undid your seatbelt and looked over at him.

“That I can wake up every morning and still see my beautiful wife next to me. I really thought that I was going to have to live without you and I don't know what I would have done if that became a reality.”

“You know me better than that. I wasn't leaving without putting up a fight and I'm definitely thankful for that too. I feel for the mothers who don't even get to see their children after they give birth to them. My heart just breaks knowing that could have been my reality. I didn't even see Axel, they immediately took him.”

“I know. But if he's anything like his mother, which I know he is, he's still fighting because he wants to be here.”

“I feel that I don't sleep well at night because I am so on edge. I just wait for the phone to ring and…” You started to say as you felt the tears coming on and Jack immediately reached across the console to bring you into a hug as you cried into his chest. Jack didn’t really sleep at night either, not since the night that you came home and the nightmares started up again.

He soothingly rubbed your back as he comforted you the best he could.

“He's being strong for us so we need to be strong for him. We made some amazing kids who I know are going to go on to do amazing things. This is only a setback and not the end all be all.” Jack said as he looked down at you to wipe your tears as you nodded and he kissed your nose, making you smile.

“Let's go see our son, he's waiting for us.”

Once the two of you got to the unit and washed your hands, Jack was the first one to pick up Axel who was still wearing oxygen since he had gotten extubated two days before.

You and Jack had lost count of how many times this had happened since he had been born and the crazy thing was that he had only been alive for three months.

“Hi baby boy, it’s daddy.”

Axel immediately perked up from hearing his voice and opened his eyes to look at him which immediately made you smile.

Just then, Cara, who was a nurse and had taken care of all of the triplets numerous times since they had been born, came over to the three of you and smiled. Her sister was actually the nurse who had taken care of you when you had first woken up in the ICU.

“He had a really good night and today is going well for him. When he goes into a deep sleep, we're going to try and turn down his oxygen a little bit more and mom, if you want to feed him while you're here, by all means.”

You immediately nodded and smiled as you stroked his cheek as Jack was still holding him.

“How are my other two doing? Ms. Ivy and Ms. Autumn?” She curiously asked as she adjusted Axel's oxygen in his nose.

“They're fine. Even if they've been home for a month we're still trying to adjust to everything.”

“It'll take time, but you'll get there.”

As Jack was still holding Axel, he immediately took hold of his finger and tightly held onto it.

“He looks like you.” You whispered as you were admiring the two of them.

“You think so? I think he looks like you.”

“Yes and now I'm understanding why I had so much heartburn. Look how much hair he has and he definitely got that from you.”

“He's definitely going to get all the ladies. He already has all of us wrapped around his finger.” Cara said as he ruffled his hair.

“Even though technically you two are the celebrities, he's a celebrity here in our unit.”

“I believe it.” You answered as Jack handed Axel to you to feed him.

“I swear you get cuter every time I see you. Jack, we made cute babies.” You told him and all Jack did was smirk.

“Yeah, he got that from me.”

“Jackman, don't start.” You said while laughing and starting to feed Axel.

“Well, did I lie?”

All you did was look at him and shake your head.

“You don't have a serious bone in your body.”

“You've been with me since you were fifteen, and you're just now noticing?”

The two of you stayed with Axel the entire morning and majority of the afternoon when Cara came up to the two of you as you were getting ready to leave.

“Hey, I wanted to catch the two of you before you left.”

“Yes, what's going on? Everything okay?” Jack asked her as he was zipping up his coat.

“Everything’s fine. Follow me and I can show you.”

Walking hand in hand behind Cara down a few long hallways, you both finally reached one of the family rooms that they had that the two of you had come to know all too well in the last three months, but before Cara opened the door she turned back to the two of you.

“I just wanted to say that I know that this hasn't been easy for you and there's been a lot of uncertainty and I just wanted to tell both of you that you're doing an amazing job and those three have some amazing parents. I know the last place you want to be on Thanksgiving is in a hospital so I got a little help to do this for the two of you.”

Once Cara opened the door, the two of you saw both of your families surrounding a table full of food as well as Maggie holding Ivy and your dad holding Autumn.

“Cara… this is…” Jack started to say, but all she did was smile.

“It was both of your parent's ideas so I just made it work.” She said while shrugging.

“Well we appreciate you either way for everything that you’ve done for us.” You replied as you and Jack pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for taking care of our babies as well as you have.” Jack added as you were attempting to not to cry for the third time today.

“You're welcome. Now let me get back to your little man and you two try to enjoy the rest of your day. Just bring me a slice of pie.”

“You and the unit are definitely getting more than just pie.” You said as she brought you into another hug.

“Go and enjoy your family while I take care of your smallest one.”

Cara walked back to the NICU as you greeted your parents, your in-laws, Clay, Dani, your grandparents as well as Jack's grandparents, both of your aunts, uncles, a few of your cousins and of course the triplets godfather who takes his job a little too seriously, Urban before you were ordered by Maggie to sit down.

“You guys didn't have to do this for us.” You quietly said, but Maggie immediately shook her head no.

“Yes we did and we wanted to. A lot has happened this year and it was only right.” She quickly answered as everyone began to fix their plates.

Dani came up and hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly as you held onto her.

“I love you so much and don't you ever forget it. I'm so happy my baby girl is still here. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you.” She whispered in your ear and you were doing your best not to cry.

“I love you too.” You answered as Urban then came up to you.

“My best friend in the entire universe.” You said as you held your arms out towards him and he quickly reached down to hug you.

Since Urban had been the person that you had told about the letters that you had written before they did your c section, when he showed up to the hospital and saw Jack’s face full of tears, he immediately knew that Jack needed to read the letter you wrote for him.

Urban obviously took it extra hard and didn’t want to believe that anything bad had happened to you, but when it was just you and him in your hospital room as you were intubated and Jack had gone to see the triplets, he promised you that he would do his best to look out for him and the triplets like you asked even if the last thing he wanted to think about was being without one of his best friends.

“Lil Bit! And I know what you’re about to say, I saw my family earlier, but I knew my second family needed me too and I wanted to see my mini me.”

“Well your mini me is doing amazing according to Cara. I just hope we can bring him home soon.”

“I’m thankful that you’re still here because I have no idea what we would have done without you.” Urban whispered in your ear and it took everything in you for you not to cry.

“Urby.”

“You don’t even have to say anything, but just so you know, I would have kept the promise that I made you and the rest of PG are on their way as we speak since we didn’t get to do our friendsgiving this year.”

All you did was nod towards him as Jack placed your plate in front of you along with your drink before kissing your cheek which instantly made you smile.

You told him thank you as everyone began eating.

Ivy was asleep in your arms since Maggie had handed her to you and she was content as you were eating your food while Autumn was wide awake in Clay's arms looking around to see what was happening. She was nosey and you knew that she had gotten it from you.

“How is Axel doing?” Your mom asked the both of you since the last she heard was you crying on the phone a few days ago because he had to be intubated again.

“Better. He's on oxygen and Cara said they might be able to turn it down later depending on how he does and he's feeding really well.” Jack answered as Ivy began to shift on your arms. You began to rock her back and forth and she settled back down.

“One step closer to coming home.”

“And that is literally all we want and all we could ask for.”

“You two are doing an amazing job and you know that we're here for you. Anything that you need, all you have to do is tell us.”

“We appreciate that.”

Everyone had finished eating as you were simply laying your head on Jack’s shoulder who had your hand in his and was rubbing small circles on the back of it as Ivy and Autumn were being passed around and being admired by your family members how much Ivy looked like you and how much Autumn looked like Jack.

“Now you know what we have to do. Go around the table and say one thing that you're thankful for.” Maggie said and Jack volunteered to start.

“I already told her this earlier, but I'm thankful that I still have my wife. I know that I have a tribe behind me and the babies would have been fine, but I know my life won't be the same without you. So thank you for fighting as hard as you did so that you could live and see our babies grow up.”

“You're going to make me cry for like the millionth time today, but I'm thankful for you too. Despite all that happened, we beat the odds and we're still together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you for all that you do for me.”

“My parents!” You heard Urban say and all you did was laugh.

“But you know where to find me once you drop him.”

“Oh lord. Here we go.” You heard 2fo say over his plate of food and you were wondering when he had come in because you hadn’t seen him or the rest of PG for that matter who was sitting next to him.

“Since when did yall get here?!”

“A few minutes ago and we see Clay is still being the annoying little brother who takes his role very seriously.” Quiiso added which made you stifle a laugh.

“CLAY! Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I won't kick you into next week.” Jack exclaimed while glaring at him.

“Will you really hit me while I'm holding my niece?”

“Hand her to Dani and meet me outside. I don’t want her to witness this ass whooping you about to get.”

You simply shook your head at the two of them going back and forth and realized how thankful you were for your amazing friends and family that would do anything for you, Jack as well as your triplets.

The road ahead was probably going to be anything and everything but easy, but as long as you had them in your corner there was nothing that you wouldn’t be able to achieve.

Once the two of them were done arguing and glaring at each other, you tugged on Jack’s hand and told him that you wanted to talk a walk and just have a few minutes with him without anyone interrupting and he immediately nodded.

The two of you were just taking a stroll around the perimeter of the hospital hand in hand when you finally broke the silence.

“Baby?”

“Yes, mamas?”

“I love you and would do anything for you even though I have already told you that a million times today, I just….. I know that I haven’t been the perfect wife and have a lot to work on but….”

“There’s still no one in the world that I would rather do this with. We both have a lot to work on and I love you too. All we can do is take it one step at a time. It’s going to be okay and our triplets will be okay.” Jack answered you as you brought him into a tight hug, thankful that you were still able to do so.

“So, when can we make another one?” Jack asked you while smirking and all you did was playfully hit his arm.

“Talk to me in about four years and we’ll see.”

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hbyrde36 · 3 months

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Times Like These

(The Anniversary Edition)

Link to anniversary post

Now with amazing FANART 😱

When Eddie finds himself back in his living room, staring down a very alive Chrissy Cunningham, after just having bled to death himself in the middle of a nightmare world, he was rightfully very, very fucking confused.

-Or-

What happens when the new guy, who only just got inducted into the fucked up world of monsters and mayhem, gets stuck in a time loop and finds himself responsible for saving everyone?

Chapter 1: The Hell Loop

WC: 2,902 | AO3 link

Eddie could hardly breathe past the blood that was flooding into his mouth, threatening to choke him before he even had the opportunity to bleed out. He tried to keep it together for Dustin’s sake. The last thing he wanted was for the kid to get hurt or have to see something like this, hence the cutting of the rope, but traumatized was a hell of a lot better than dead, so he couldn’t regret either of the choices he’d made.

“I love you, man.”

Eddie forced the words out, coughing and sputtering

“I love you too.” Dustin replied.

Eddie couldn’t see anymore, but the tears in the younger boy's voice were hard to miss.

It was the last thing he heard before he died.

Dying didn’t hurt, quite the opposite actually. Eddie could pinpoint the exact moment he passed on, because it was the same moment the pain stopped. He found himself floating away into an unfamiliar blackness and couldn’t even bring himself to be scared. He was too relieved at being free of the agony and guilt.

Before he could do much more than wonder where he was floating off to, a loud almost overwhelming rushing sound hit his ears. Instinctually, he tried to cover them to drown out the noise, only to realize he didn’t exactly have a body right now. No ears to cover, no hands to do it with.

With that frightening thought his eyes shot open, -oh thank fuck he had eyes again- and his feet hit solid ground. Inexplicably, he was back in the trailer. He looked up to find that the ceiling was intact, and Chrissy Cunningham– whole, and alive, was standing just a few feet in front of him, looking nervous and jittery.

“Are you sure you have it?”

What the actual fuck?

“Holy shit, Chrissy! You’re alive?!” Eddie gasped.

Her face twisted up in confusion, a feeling Eddie was also becoming intimately familiar with. What was this? Some life-flashing-before-your-eyes-on-the-way-to-the-grave bullshit? But he was already dead, he was sure of it, so that could only mean…

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” he blurted out.

Why he was apologizing to some visage of the past that probably wasn't even real, he did not know, but it felt appropriate.

She’d been through a lot.

“You’re probably not alive, actually, if you’re here. Since I'm, y’know– dead, and all.” He continued, letting out a frankly deranged sounding laugh as he began to pace around the room.

“But why are you here?” He mused, thinking out loud.

It could actually be her, he reasoned. She was dead too, right? But that would mean they wound up in the same place and that was absolutely ridiculous.

A sweet little thing like her?

Guaranteed one way ticket to the good place.

And Eddie?

Well, he never had any doubts about where he was going to end up.

The realization hit him like a Mack truck, stopping him in his tracks.

“Oh my god, I’m in Hell. This is Hell. I ran away. I ran– I didn’t even try to help you and then I fucking died!” Eddie let out a painful sob as he dropped to his knees on the floor, hands covering his face. Now that he was back here, having to face her again after what he’d done, It was all hitting him at once.

His voice shook as he continued rambling. “Right in front of Dustin too… and- and now this is my Hell. I’ll probably have to watch you die, over-and-over-and-over again.”

He felt the air shift, heard the light footsteps as Chrissy took a few hesitant steps towards him.

“Watch me die?” She said, voice cracking, sounding so, so small and scared. “Eddie, please… you’re kind of freaking me out.”

Shit, he really couldn’t stop fucking this up could he?

Even if Hell-Chrissy wasn’t real, he still felt horrible for scaring her. None of this was her fault. He rubbed at his face hard and took a deep calming breath before looking up at her again.

She wasn’t looking at him anymore though. She was rigid, staring straight ahead at something he couldn’t see, only the whites of her eyes visible as they rolled to the back of her head.

He jumped to his feet, every instinct in his body screaming at him to run, again, but fuck that. He was already dead, probably, and none of this was real– he was almost sure none of this was real, but maybe he could still try to help her.

Music had snapped Red out of it, maybe it would work for Chrissy too.

Eddie raced to his bedroom, snatching his Walkman off the bed before sprinting back to the living room. He knew it was pretty fucking unlikely that the head cheerleader of Hawkins High was a secret Metallica fan, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.

He gently placed the headphones over her ears and pressed play, the volume loud enough that he could just make out the sound of the opening riff to Master of Puppets.

It didn’t work.

He hadn’t really thought it would.

He forced himself to watch as her body began to float.

Listened to the sickening snap as each of her arms and legs were twisted, and broken.

Stood frozen, a silent witness, unmoving until her body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll.

He didn't even scream.

He’d tried, and he hadn’t let her die alone. It was all he could do.

Hell or not, Eddie wasn’t keen on hanging out with a dead body if he could help it. So finally, he let himself go, grabbing his keys off the counter, and rushed out to the van.

–

Eddie drove slowly, aimlessly around town, at a bit of a loss for what to do next. It was a far cry from the way he’d peeled out of the trailer park and sped down the road on the night of Chrissy’s actual death, heart racing like a trapped rat desperately seeking shelter from a predator he couldn't even see. This time around he just felt numb.

Not knowing what else to do, he decided to follow his previous course of action. If he was right in assuming that he was being made to relive his greatest hits from the last 7 days, at least this way he knew he’d get to see Dustin’s face again. He drove towards Lover’s Lake, already dreading spending another night at Rick’s.

–

The morning after a sleepless night found him back in a boat, hiding under a tarp, and clutching tightly to the neck of a broken beer bottle. The numbness had faded hours ago, leaving the door open for anxiety and terror to return in full force. In short, Eddie was freaking out.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d left Chrissy's body to grow cold on the living room floor, but the second he heard the voices outside the boathouse he went into panic mode, just as he had the first time, unsure of what or who might be coming for him.

Would it be more visions from the past? Or had the devil finally sent his minions to collect.

A few confusing moments, and a jab to the ribs with a fucking wooden oar later, Eddie was, for the second time in his life, throwing Steve Harrington violently against a wall and shoving a jagged edge of glass close enough to his throat that one deep breath would draw blood.

He stared into the other boy's eyes from inches away, and he wanted to drop the bottle. He remembered every single thing Steve and the others had done for him as he faced down the worst week of his life, but this could very well be Hell.

And that might not be the Steve he’d come to trust.

The one he’d come to know wasn’t the same stuck up asshole he remembered from high school, who had proven time and time again that he was a good guy.

And he couldn’t afford to be wrong.

“Eddie! Stop!” The thing that looked like Dustin shouted. “Eddie, it’s me, it's Dustin. This is Steve, he’s not gonna hurt you. Right, Steve?”

Eddie, wanting to believe it so badly, actually did lower the bottle a little, only to accidentally drop it to the ground, his only weapon shattering at his feet.

He fisted a hand into the front of Steve’s shirt.

“What are you doing here man, what do you want from me?”

Steve dropped the oar, all the breath whooshing out of him at once. “Dustin and Max wanted to find you. I’m just here to keep the little shits safe, I swear.”

Eddie caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Robin and Max began to approach from the side cautiously. Right, they had been there too, he'd almost forgotten.

“We just want to know what happened, Eddie. We wanna help,” Max said.

It was the earnestness in her voice that got him, that made him finally break and move away from Steve, allowing Robin to rush to his side.

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie said, barely recognizing the sound of his own voice with the way it trembled.

He was sure they wouldn't believe it. If it even mattered, if they were even really here, if any of this was even real.

He was still pretty convinced this was all just some form of divine punishment, and only happening in his own head, after all.

It wasn’t about what happened to Chrissy. He knew they would believe that, they had once already, but whatever else was going on here? This deja vu flashback thing or whatever it was? They had no reason to trust he was telling the truth about the fact that he was dead– or had died temporarily? Or that this had all happened to him before.

It was, admittedly, unbelievable.

So, he made a choice. He didn't tell them that part. He told the same story he had the first time around and they in turn told him a very short history of the Upside Down. It didn’t hit so hard this time, since he’d already heard it all once before, but it was still wild to think about everything this group had been through. He couldn’t believe it’d all been happening right under his nose.

Despite himself, he watched Steve through most of the explanations. Eddie had been so focused on his own experience at the time that he hadn’t paid much attention to him after the attempted throat slashing. He looked dejected, sad, already resigned to the fact that the monsters he’d been protecting these kids from for years now were back, again. Eddie sympathized.

The week flew by in a blur of blood, sweat, and tears, events unfolding in the exact same way that he remembered, and he never said a word about it to anyone.

He kept expecting it all to end somehow.

On the rare occasion that he fell asleep, he thought for sure he would wake up from this nightmare either back in his bed after having the longest most fucked up dream of his life, or somewhere– else, preferably on a fluffy cloud after having served his penance for petty crimes.

Unless god actually did hate the gays… then he was fucked.

It wasn’t until he and Dustin were alone, after fortifying the trailer and getting his guitar set up that he decided– maybe he’d been an idiot to just keep going along with the script like this. It’d been days without so much as a hint of fire and brimstone, so either he'd been sold a bill of goods his whole life about what Hell would be like, or, this was really happening.

Again.

At this point, neither possibility was a particularly good one. If he’d been somehow sent back in time and given a second chance, he had absolutely screwed it up.

Fuck it, he might as well tell Dustin now at least. See what happened.

“Alright, uh, listen, I have to tell you something– and I’m not sure you’re going to believe me but I swear I’m telling you the truth.”

Dustin laughed, bright and incredulous as he checked the plugs on the amp one last time. “After everything we’ve been through the past few days, and the shit I’ve seen over the last three years, do you really think there’s anything I wouldn’t believe?”

Ok, kid had a point.

Eddie took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

Here goes nothing.

“I’ve been through this before, all of it, with you guys. For a while I thought I was in Hell, y’know? Doomed to relive Chrissy’s death over and over again, and between you and me I’m still not totally sure that isn’t the case, but then you guys found me in that damn boathouse just like before, and everything else has happened exactly like I remember, and I-”

His speech was cut short by Dustin screeching, “Are you serious right now?! You have to be fucking kidding me! I can’t believe you… you’re in a time loop and you didn’t say anything?!”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, eyebrows raised up nearly to the bandana he had tied around his head. “Wait, you believe me?! Just like that?!”

Dustin put his hands on his hips, in a gesture that was eerily reminiscent of a certain babysitter that Eddie definitely hadn't developed the habit of staring at at every given opportunity.

Not the time!

“I wouldn’t say, just like that.” Dustin said, snapping his fingers. “If it was anyone outside of the party I would think they were crazy, but this is you we’re talking about. And like I said, after everything? This is not that hard to swallow. I mean, why would you make something like that–”

Dustin stopped abruptly, his entire demeanor changing on a dime as if he’d just discovered something awful. Belatedly, Eddie realized his mistake.

“Eddie, why would you think you were in Hell? Did you… “ The kid trailed off, and when he spoke next his voice was thick with unshed tears. “Do we lose? Did you…die?”

Eddie sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, I didn’t think– I guess there’s no way to tell you I might be repeating time without admitting it. Yeah, I… died. As far as Vecna, I have no idea. I was gone before Steve, Robin, and Nancy got back.”

Before he could respond, the Walkie in Dustin’s hand came to life, with Robin’s voice crackling through the small speaker. “She’s in, move on to phase 3. Over.”

“Guess that’s it. Time’s up.” Eddie muttered.

Dustin bit his lip as he looked at Eddie, eyes questioning and full of fear.

Eddie shook his head, silently answering the unasked question. He didn’t want Dustin to tell them, or try and stop this. It was too late. He refused to risk the kid, or somehow make things worse by changing the plan this late in the game.

Dustin squeezed his eyes closed and pressed the button on the handset to reply, “Copy that, initiating phase three. Over.”

Eddie gave the kid his best reassuring smile as he pulled the guitar strap up over his head and with shaking hands began to play, knowing there was no time to waste.

Bleeding out wasn’t any more fun the second time around.

Eddie had given it his all, fighting tooth and nail against those flying leeches, but there was no use. There were hundreds of them, and only one of him. Just as he had the first time he took off on that bike to lead the bats away, he’d known the fate he was resigning himself to. The difference this time was, he actually had a sliver of hope.

If the impossible happened once, maybe it could happen again.

“Sorry, kid.” Eddie said, choking back blood as he watched Dustin limp towards him. “Didn’t notice the leg last time–“ He paused, panting, trying to catch his breath. Talking had already become difficult. “Shouldn’t have cut the rope, s’not like it stopped you.”

He forced a smile, trying so hard not to let it show on his face just how much pain he was in. Not that there was much point, the kid had eyes. He could surely see the red ruin Eddie’s body had become.

Dustin sobbed openly and it broke Eddie’s heart.

“God damnit, Eddie!” He shouted, shaking his head and pounding the ground with his fist. “Promise me if you get another shot at this that you’ll tell me. Tell me as soon as you possibly can about the time loop. Please! We have to come up with another plan.”

Eddie wanted nothing more than to be able to scoop the boy into his arms and comfort him, might have tried anyway but he couldn't move. “What if you don’t believe me?” He choked out.

“I'm adopted,” Dustin blurted out through his sniffles. “My mom only told me last year. No one else knows, not even Steve, but… I trust you, Eddie. I’d believe you without it, but if you need to, tell me that and I’ll believe you.”

Eddie nodded, or tried to, and felt Dustin’s hand slip into his.

“I love you, man”

“I love you too”

Chapter 2

Thanks to @penny00dreadful for being the best beta, friend and cheerleader.

Shoutout also to @theheadlessphilosopher @withacapitalp and @hitlikehammers for the help and encouragement to do this.

Tagging a few friends that expressed interest or I think might be interested? I am ALWAYS happy to tag or remove - just let me know!

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 3 months

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Part 20 Fishman Island (Sorry if this is a lot)

They make it to Fishmen Island, with Reader amazed left and right from everything and seeing all the different Merfolk

Reader is with Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Ace and Sanji, rencounter Camie and meet the Medika Mermaid Quintuplets (Who are swarming around Reader since she’s small and very cute)

She was concerned when her Big Brother Sanji started sobbing seeing all the Mermaids (Which Zoro and Ace told her he’s fine)

Reader was hiding along with her brothers from the Royal Family (But was begging along with Luffy to get a blood donation for Sanji) and went to town to get blood for Sanji

Y/N was very shy meeting and thanking Madam Shirley

However Reader was really happy to see Nami again (And Nami made sure to take all the kids clothes for Y/N) and was surprised to meet Neptune, the King (She calls Neptune ‘Mr. King’ or ‘Mr. Neptune’)

She and everyone else were surprised to find out they’re invited to the Palace (But doesn’t know why everyone is shocked about them being invited)

When they got to the palace, Y/N was in awe of the Giant Palace and was surprised that Neptune was being scolded, and go along with Luffy and Ace in a bubble to find food, only to meeting the Giant Mermaid Princess named Shirahoshi

Though Reader was horrified to see a giant axe trying to hit Shirahoshi, which Ace and Luffy deflected it to protect Shirahoshi

Reader *Politely* told Luffy to stop being mean to Shirahoshi, and would comfort Shirahoshi whenever she started to tear up (She can understand Shirahoshi’s fear of the outside world)

Shirahoshi and Reader instantly click and form a bond over their shared fear of the outside world, but it’s Y/N who encourages Shirahoshi in seeing the outside world (As Reader’s now a bit more brave and optimistic thanks to her family showing her that she’s allowed to live and be free *Which makes Ace and Luffy smile, happy that Y/N feels and thinks that way*)

Reader feels sorry for what Shirahoshi and her family had to go through after the death of their mother Otohime (And brings Otohime back to life, shocking the Civilians, Hody Jones and his crew and the Royal Family)

Y/N had to hide with Shirahoshi since Hody Jones demanded her and Shirahoshi (As Hody saw Reader is the only Human that he would need alive and plans to use her power to his bidding, even if it’s against her will, something he bragged at Luffy and Ace, resulting in him getting an even harder smack down)

Y/N freaked out when her brother Luffy needed a Blood Transfusion and no one was willing to give any, resulting in her begging Chopper to use her blood (This was a shocking development since they know how Y/N feels about her blood being taken) only for Jinbei to come in a say he’s willing to give his blood since they have the same blood type (Y/N was so grateful she started bawling because her brother Luffy isn’t going to die!)

Otohime willingly adopts Reader to show that there can be change between the Human and Fishfolk (As thanks for bringing her back to life to her family and people, with Reader being proof that not all humans are bad and evil)

Reader wanted to help Jinbei by bringing back Fisher Tiger, but he gently told her no, as Tiger suffered a lot while alive, but maybe if he met Reader during his time alive, maybe, just maybe the hatred and agony wouldn’t have such a strong hold on him (And maybe Tiger finally feels at peace in the afterlife all thanks to Reader and Luffy)

During the huge Banquet, everyone is laughing, dancing, smiling, eating and drinking (Y/N is drinking juice with Ace)

Though everyone was wondering why Y/N is carrying a pillow with her (Thinking she might be tired) only for her to show them by her being quick enough to move Ace’s food out the way and instead with a pillow for him to face plant on (Making Luffy and the others cackle realizing the pillow is for Ace and not her, showing how kind Y/N is for her family)

However, when Y/N went out to play with some of the Fishmen children (With adult supervision from ) she wasn’t there when Luffy was talking with Big Mom, with the threat to make Fishman Island become his territory

Y/N and everyone Pinky Promises Shirahoshi that they’ll always be friends (Reader was the most excited to do a Pinky Promise because she was told it’s an ‘Unbreakable Bond’ between friends and family)

Sorry if this is a lot, I’m trying to remember what happened in this arc and I don’t mind if this gets abridged

I will say this about this piece, since this arc is so massive: this will be heavily abridged, so it won’t include all details that occurred in this arc.

-When you woke up, you were with Usopp, Ace, Sanji, Luffy and Chopper, and while you were worried about the others, Luffy assured you that they were fine, and your group would meet up with them a little later.

-You were amazed walking around, seeing the beautiful buildings and so many different types of Fishman people, there were so many shapes, sizes, and species.

-You then heard a voice, “Y/N!” your eyes lit up as you smiled, rushing towards a familiar face, “Camie!” the two of you hugged each other, Camie sighing deeply as she held you in her arms before she pulled back, tears in her eyes, “I never got to thank you Y/N- for what you did for me in the Auction House. So, thank you Y/N- thank you all! I’m so happy to see you all again!”

-Ace patted both of you on the head as you were both comically crying, others staring at the two of you, thinking you were both adorable.

-You then heard a new voice, “Who’s this?” and, “Who’s that?” and, “I don’t know.”, then, “She’s so little!” and finally, “But she’s cute!” You were amazed, finding yourself surrounded by five mermaids who were very similar before Camie introduced them at the Medaka Mermaid Quintuplets, Ichika, Nika, Sanka, Yonka, and Yonka Two, before introducing you to them.

-They swam around you, using their bubble rings, complimenting you on how tiny and cute you were while you were smiling, telling them that they were so cute which made all six of you smile so brightly!

-You were lying low with the others in Camie’s house, for some reason you were hiding from the Royal Family, Usopp wouldn’t tell you when you asked him, he just said you all had to hide for a while, as they believed that you all were being hunted to be brought before the Royal Family.

-You turned back to see Sanji collapsed, bleeding out again from seeing all the mermaids and you were quickly in tears, sobbing that Sanji was going to die, wanting to heal him. Ace tried to tell you that he was fine, that this was normal, but you sniffled, looking up at Ace and Luffy, begging to go with them to get a blood donation.

-They were unable to resist your teary eyes, and Luffy agreed, and you all headed out along with Camie, seeking out someone called Madam Shyarly.

-She was another mermaid, a shark type one, but she was so much bigger than Camie was, and while she welcomed everyone to her Mermaid Café warmly, you hid behind Ace’s leg, feeling a bit shy.

-You could feel that she could be dangerous if she wanted to be, and there was something about her that was unusual, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

-You were shocked when you learned that she was Arlong’s half-sister, and you realized that’s why she felt dangerous, but she was nice, giving you a room to treat Sanji in. Shyarly was nice to you, letting you sit on her lap as you drank some juice that was prepared while Chopper was treating Sanji.

-You beamed when you saw Nami and the others all arrive, greeting them all and Nami beamed, showing you a shopping bag, “Time to play dress up Y/N!” you lifted your arms up, cheering with her while Robin and the mermaids all giggled, thinking you were adorable.

-You were put into a long sleeve dress that looked like mermaid scales, dark green in color and you twirled, “It’s so pretty!” Camie smiled warmly at you, telling you how cute you looked, “These are really popular with human children, and I can see why!”

-King Neptune was even bigger than Shyarly, but unlike Shyarly, whom you were hesitant, at first, he was different, he felt warm and kind as he introduced himself and you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Mr. King Neptune.”

-The King was nearly assassinated by cuteness, falling to the floor, clutching his chest as your family and the mermaids all laughed, thinking it was funny.

-Everyone was stunned to hear his invitation to come to the palace, but you were more confused as to why everyone was shocked.

-The palace was enormous!! It was also super pretty and everywhere you looked you found something new, something more to look at.

-You, Ace, and Luffy were shooed away while Neptune was being scolded, with Luffy leading the charge to seek out food.

-You came to a massive door, one that was so big that you probably would have fallen on your rear if you weren’t in the bubble and inside you found what you thought was the biggest mermaid you would ever see.

-She was a bit scared, before she calmed, realizing that the three of you weren’t bad people, introducing herself as the Mermaid Princess, Shirahoshi and welcomed your brothers to enjoy her food.

-Shirahoshi was so gentle with you, letting you sit on her hand as she asked you questions about the surface world, and you asked her questions, the two of you instantly hitting it off, bonding over your curiosity of the world.

-You pouted lightly at Luffy when he made Shirahoshi cry, being a bit rude, but you were quick to find that Shirahoshi was a bit of a crybaby, but Luffy did appease you and apologized to her, but she was quick to bounce back, and you helped calm her down if she did get teary eyed.

-Shirahoshi could tell that Y/N was a lot like her, cautious and fragile, scared of the outside world, “You’re so brave Y/N- you go out into the world with no fear. I wish I could be like you.”

-You smiled up at her, “My big brothers and the rest of my family keep me safe, and they teach me lots! It’s not like… I’m free now and they let me be free!” They had all heard the pause, your two brothers sharing a hard look between them.

-Your past is something you had yet to be able to tell them anything about, other than a few vague details, but they hoped you would be ready one day to tell them everything.

-When a giant axe flew in, Shirahoshi was quick to shield you, despite being afraid herself, but Luffy and Ace were easily able to deflect it, and she told you about Vander Decker and both Ace and Luffy grinned, promising to keep her safe as well.

-It did cause quite a commotion when you all arrived in the main hall, seeing the Royal Family, Hody Jones and his crew, several civilians who were concerned, the rest of your crew, with Shirahoshi in tow, as she chose to believe Ace and Luffy.

-Hody had come, furious that Neptune had invited humans into the palace, “Don’t you remember what they did to Queen Otohime?! All humans should be exterminated!!”

-You were scared, shying away before you looked up at Shirahoshi as her brothers came over to watch over her, “Who is Queen Otohime?” Shirahoshi told you and the others about her mother, and how she had been attacked and killed by humans, as she had been working on the relationship between humans and Fishmen.

-Nami’s eyes went wide, gasping, “Y/N!” all eyes went to you as your horn flared to life in Shirahoshi’s arms, as you had started crying, hearing about her mommy, hearing how nice she was, and your powers, just like in Skypeia, brought her back from nothing.

-All eyes went wide as Otohime reformed and gasped loudly, looking just as she did the day she was killed, stunning all in attendance.

-You fell to your rear, feeling a bit dizzy as your fever started taking over, Luffy quickly pulling you into his arms as the Royal Family all rejoiced and within minutes, after civilians and guards ran out, everyone knew that a human child brough Otohime back to life.

-Hody was stunned, seeing this, before quickly seeing you as the only human worthy of keeping alive as he cracked his knuckles, “Oi- hand over the princess and that brat- she’s the only one I’ll keep alive. She’s going to bring back more Fishmen, so we can take over.” Ace turned, a fierce glare in his eyes, balls of fire appearing in his hands, “Y/N’s powers are for her to use as she wants! She won’t be used by anyone ever again!!”

-Hody just smirked, immediately turning himself into the Straw Hat’s biggest enemy, “I’ll do what I want with her- and if she doesn’t, I’ll just beat her until she does.” Otohime was stunned, hearing this before a massive brawl happened.

-Otohime quickly turned, “Shirahoshi take Y/N and flee!” Her daughter looked scared, but she felt something new as Luffy turned, giving you to her and she cradled you carefully and took off, rushing out of the palace, fleeing away with you.

-It was hours later when the Straw Hats found you and Shirahoshi, with help from Camie and Jinbei. Your fever was gone, as you had gotten to rest and you got to meet Jinbei, who you recognized, “You helped Luffy when I thought Ace and grandpa died.”

-Jinbei smiled gently down at you, you were so sweet as you held his hand, having no fear, as you knew that he was a nice person and you found out that they were going to be going to war against Hody and his army who shared his views about humans.

-You were watching from the Sunny, having been brought there by Brook, “Just stay here Y/N- you’re in charge of guarding the ship!” He meant it as a joke, as they were all going to be between you and the army, but you were ready to defend it! How- you didn’t know but you were going to do it!

-Otohime, who was still causing shock with her resurrection, tried to appeal to Hody and his men before the impending battle, telling them that they didn’t need to do this- as there were both good and bad humans, just like there were good and bad Fishmen.

-You gasped as Hody slapped her hard, sending her to the ground and Shirahoshi started crying loudly, even louder than before as Luffy pulled Otohime to safety, getting her back towards Shirahoshi.

-You froze, seeing the Sea Kings quickly surrounding Shirahoshi, coming to her aid, sensing her distress, which made everyone else freeze in awe as well, seeing this, but apparently this was something of importance to Fishmen, as there was a prophecy about the mermaid princess being able to do this.

-The Sea Beasts were docile, for the moment, as they were tending to Shirahoshi, who was wondering what was going on before they swam away, Otohime managing to calm her down before they started rampaging.

-You were safe on the ship, watching the fight and you were in awe, watching how strong everyone was now, seeing all of their new attacks and strength, your eyes sparkling.

-You heard a sound behind you, and you turned, your eyes instantly going wide, seeing one of Hody’s men who managed to sneak on board, to grab you.

-Your eyes were wide in fear as he approached, “Hody’s going to be so pleased with me! And you’re going to help us bring all our friends back!”

-Your eyes trembled in fear, falling to your rear as you stared up at this scary fishman, memories reentering your mind of your life before you came to this world, before Luffy, before you were safe, seeing similar men leering down and reaching down to you.

-He grabbed you, lifting you by the front of your shirt and you felt something hit your chest and your eyes widened, it was your baby sword! You quickly pulled it from its sheath and stabbed him in the arm, nothing fatal, but he did drop you, clutching at his arm before you heard Ace, “Duck Y/N!” you did as you were told as Ace flew in, kicking the fishman away from you.

-He was stunned, seeing the bloody baby sword in your hand, you had stabbed that man, but now you were in shock and Ace glared slightly before throwing the offender off the ship and he remained there, to keep everyone unfriendly away from Sunny and you.

-When you saw Luffy, after the battle, Chopper saying he needed a blood transfusion, you were beside yourself, being brought off the ship, but Usopp caught you, holding you as you struggled, “Let me go! Let me heal Luffy!” Nami was trying to calm you, “He needs blood Y/N- you may heal his wounds but he would still need blood!”

-Others, Otohime and the fishmen who laid down their arms, stopping the fight, where stunned when you pulled up your sleeve, showing your heavily scarred arm, in tears, “Take my blood then! Chopper please use my blood!”

-Your family froze, as you were notoriously terrified of anything medical, even a checkup, and to see you willingly offering your blood, breaking down in harsh sobs, you broke their hearts.

-You laid on Jinbei’s chest, clutching at his shirt as you cried, thanking him as he shared his own blood with Luffy, something that was unheard of for humans and fishmen.

-Once wounds were wrapped and peace appeared again on Fishman Island, a massive banquet, with everyone, even civilians, were invited to come and celebrate with the Straw Hats and the Royal Family.

-Otohime stunned everyone there, once everyone was in attendance, by kneeling before you, “Y/N- you gave me my life back, for this I thank you, and you have showed me that no matter how big or small you are, anyone can do anything. I will claim it here and now, as Queen, Y/N is now my adopted daughter!!”

-Jaws dropped all around before loud cheers went around your family, as you now had more allies as Otohime hugged you tightly, smiling down at you.

-You had some quiet time with Jinbei during the party, while Luffy was going to see what was taking Shirahoshi so long, along with Sanji and Zoro, and you asked him, “Do you miss Fisher Tiger? Do you want me to bring him back?”

-Jinbei felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, seeing how selfless you were, petting your hair softly, “I do miss him, Y/N. But no- he suffered a lot while he was alive, but I have a feeling he’s happy now, especially because of you and Luffy.” You looked up at him, smiling softly, “Really?” he chuckled softly, nodding.

-It was a bit odd, about twenty minutes later, when you walked by with a large pillow, as many were curious that you wanted to lie down, Robin and Nami, and even Otohime offered to take you someplace quiet so you could rest, but you just smiled, “It’s not for me!”

-You joined Ace at a large table, enjoying some juice that he got you, and everyone was watching you keep looking up at Ace, like you were watching something before Ace suddenly froze.

-You managed to grab his plate and put the pillow on the table as he face planted down, having a soft landing this time as everyone around howled with laughter, thinking it was funny but also so sweet how attentive you were being.

-Otohime saw you fiddling with your cross necklace, as Ace had told everyone that you had stabbed someone with your baby sword to defend yourself, something that was quite shocking, but Otohime didn’t know that as she was sitting with you while Luffy was talking with Big Mom, claiming Fishman Island as his territory now, “What’s that Y/N?”

-You beamed, pulling out the blade to show her, “A baby sword!” her eyes went wide, worried you would hurt yourself with it, “NO!” as more roars of laughter filled the room, before Brook explained that your baby sword was a gift, and that you didn’t really know how to use it.

-Shirahoshi was trying hard not to cry as you got ready to leave, and you could feel your own tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and everyone in the crew, including you, touched pinkies with Shirahoshi, making a pinkie promise to be friends forever.

-You waved goodbye to your new adoptive family as they all shouted for you to visit, something you were looking forward to, unaware of the dark cloud looming, waiting for you at the next destination.

#one piece #eri reader #luffy #zoro #sanji #nami #brook #robin #franky #chopper #usopp #shirahoshi #otohime

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tetsunabouquet · 3 months

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Hey! How are you? :) I have a very specific scenario lmao bear with me. I work as a Disney princess (Aurora, sleeping beauty) in my local themepark, I spend time with children, answer any questions if they have any, read them book, sing my songs. If there is a birthday party in correlation with Disney I get invited and stuff. I was wondering if you could write how gom's would react to an s/o with a job like this, their reaction with the s/o spending too much time with the assigned prince actors and stuff. This is so horribly cringe omg but I love your writing and wanna see how you demonstrate this! Thanks for reading :)

A/N: Again, than you so much for this request, I cannot express how much I loved writing this.

Akashi

-Considering he has two personalities, it obviously depends on the personality how he reacts to it. -Original Akashi actually is pleasantly surprised and quite interested. I think he really digs a s/o that is wonderful with children. -He is amazed at the way you can remain calm and cheerful even when the kids are acting like complete brats. -Honestly just seeing you on the job is enough to convince Akashi you are marriage material. Your ability to play a role, your warmth that never seems to waver despite how bad some of the kids can be sometimes, it convinces him you are the perfect wife for the Akashi household and as warm as a mother as his own was. -Which is why he actually likes watching you on the job. -He isn't envious of the actors who come and play your prince in a possessive kind of manner, but he always wonders what it would be like to play the part of Prince himself. He often likes to imagine himself playing the part, and sweeping you off your feet in front of the kids. -As for Akashi's emperor persona on the other hand, things are naturally different. -For one, this one can be quite clingy and possessive and he has threatened the life of the prince actors at least once per person. -He's not afraid to make a brat cry so honestly one should tell him to stay away. -But no one ever does, because they know Akashi won't listen. -However, this version of Akashi is the likeliest out of everyone to force your boss to pay you well, and your boss honestly worships you afterwards as your boss feels like the only reason their family is still alive is your grace.

Kise

-At first, he doesn't knows wether he should be happy you are the center of attention for once, or wether he should feel envious he's not everyone's sun at the moment. -Kise actually is wonderful with the kids and gets along great with them. You muse it must be his childish side and his ability to be friendly and charming. -Kise, as a model, does have a little understanding of what it is to be in the entertainment industry and the two of you often talk about your jobs and vision for the future together. -As a model, he isn't jealous of the prince actors either. He also has to do a shoot with female models sometimes, so he understands that its business. -Eventually, he actually gets curious and wants to try out as a prince actor himself, because he's good with kids and he honestly wants to see what its like sometimes. -He didn't last long though. His fangirls quickly got wind of it and booked him so many times for parties, that he had to quit.

Muraskibara

-Nobody was surprised about your job, after all, Murasakibara can be like a toddler himself so the fact you are trained to handle them honestly made his teammates think something along the lines of, 'So that's why she's so great with him'. -He honestly shouldn't be taken to visit you at your job because Murasakibara isn't afraid to go after the kids who steal his candy. His murderous look is enough to have any parent present fear for their kids. -Murasakibara doesn't really cares for the prince actors, but he's annoyed with how much time they and your job requires. He genuinely wants you to be around him 24/7. -However Murasakibara always tries to comfort you in his own ways when he notices you have had a rough day on the job. He can be a surprisingly good listener. -He has his own sweet but weird idea of being romantic. For one, whenever it is December he will buy Disney princess themed chocolate calendars because Aurora was on it.

Aomine

-Honestly his first reaction is some kind of flirtatious comment that should be categorized in the 'horrible pick-up line' section of flirting. You end up laughing at it and thinking he looks so cute when he gets redfaced. -Will not hold back his tongue when a brat is acting up, but if the kid bursts out in tears he gets so apologetic that you think he's only ever looked that sincere whenever he hurts you or Momoi. -He can actually be act like a friendly older brother to the good behaved kids, and you secretly think its the cutest thing ever. -Aomine gets quite jealous in regards to the prince actors. He will try to act nice enough when there are kids around, but if its just you hanging out with your co-workers, then he honestly wants to be there so he can keep an eye on the young men around you. -He's not afraid to throw punches at them if they ever dare to make a move on you. -But leave it to Momoi to have a plan to convince you Aomine is your one and only prince. You honestly could not believe him when he showed up on your doorstep in perfect cosplay, but you were enarmored with the gesture for sure.

Midorima

-Is totally flabbergasted when he learns about our job. Honestly, his reaction is the most comical. -Though he actually does expresses interest and always asks you how your day at work was. -Whilst Takao and Midorima occasionally visit you on the job, Midorima is too busy just appreciating how pretty you look to pay the prince actors some attention. As long as they are nice too you, Midorima is cool with it. -Midorima does worry they are underpaying you sometimes. -Because you have to be good with kids on the job, he actually dares to open up with you about his little sister and any fight or worries he has regarding her (he's too prideful to ask Takao for advice). -His sister adores your job more then he does, which is why he booked you and the other princesses at the park for her birthday. She was so happy seeing 'Nee-Chan' and everyone else dressed up like real princesses for her party and actually dressed up as a tiny Aurora herself to match you. Midorima honestly was melting at how cute the two of you were from a distance, where he took many and many photos.

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Words: 4,162 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: language, mentions of injury A/N: This is part of a series! You can find the rest on my Master List, the pinned post on my blog.

Summary: Injured and scattered, the group tries to find each other.

Your name: submit What is this?

Daryl,

Our son is two years old today. You wouldn’t believe how much he’s changed in only the last few months. It used to be that you could only make out baby babble with a few words here and there, and now he’s stringing together full sentences, expressing his own original thoughts. He looks less like a toddler every day and more and more like a little kid, soon to be asking questions about the world that will be harder and harder for me to answer. He reminds me of you in so many ways and I hold onto this part of you extra tight. When I think of how much you’ve missed of his little life, of all the milestones we’ve already passed, every part of me aches, and to know he’s missed out on having you too... that hurts even worse. I know you would be the most amazing dad. You love as fiercely as anyone could.

When I think of you at all, it nearly stops me to a grinding halt, could bring me to my knees, the pain is still that sharp. If we never find each other again, I think I’ll walk around forever with this poignant sense of something profound missing. It’s hard to write this, but if it wasn’t for DJ, I may have given up by now… But if I know anything, it’s that you’re out there somewhere, still alive, still surviving, still protecting the people you love. I know that beyond any doubt, because that’s who you are. I just hope that in our continued wandering that we find some sign of you. I don’t know what it would be—but Jen keeps telling me not to give up hope, to trust that my intuition is right.

I’m not having that dream anymore—the one I wrote about before where you’re calling for me from the other side of the glass—but lately I’ve been having a new one. I find you again, out in the woods, wandering, and then the next moment you’ve vanished. It’s almost worse than the last dream, because I think I have you and then a moment later I lose you all over again. It feels so unbelievably real. I wake up completely gutted with my cheeks wet. I have to reach for DJ every time.

God, I miss you.

It’s hitting me hard today, on DJ’s birthday. I hope you’re safe wherever you are…

With love, Y/N Daryl was mentally running through the parts of your book he’d already read, and wishing he’d made the time to read more, but he was also thanking himself for not bringing it along. He was certain The Reapers had gone through his pack. He didn’t know what would have happened if Leah had found it… She’d know he’d found you again and then all of this—his pretended disconnection from “those people on the road” and the implied feelings he was manufacturing for her—it wouldn’t have been available for him to try to keep his family and Alexandria safe.

His hand strayed to the left breast of his vest and he could feel the stiffness of the picture in the lining. It was comforting. He hadn’t slept. He was too afraid to. His mind was too busy. He laid on his back on a cot, far off in a corner, and waited.

It had to be near first light when he heard bootsteps coming up the hallway outside. He turned his ear toward the sound, listening intently for anything else that could signal what was happening.

Carver showed up in the doorway. “Get up, dickhead,” he spat. “We’re moving on that info.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

A hand on your shoulder shook you awake and you startled at the sudden jolt.

“Easy.” Negan’s voice. His hazel eyes were looking right into yours beneath his raised eyebrows. The point of your blade was at his throat.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and lowered it.

Negan was in front of you, palms out. He relaxed as your knife left his neck. “I’m a little worried that reflex isn’t going to stop short one of these times,” he said.

You shifted so you could better sit up against the back of the dingy armchair. “Then stop surprising me,” you said. You winced as you moved and couldn’t help drawing in a sharp hiss of breath between your teeth. Your side, the knife wound from The Reapers, felt like it was on fire. “Fuck…” you murmured, shifting to attempt to relieve the worst of the pain to little success.

Negan’s brow furrowed. “How ya feelin’?” You thought you could hear genuine concern in his voice.

You shook your head. “Not at my best, but I’ve had worse,” you said.

He went on frowning at you. He swept a hand back over his short hair. “I don’t doubt it but, uhh, no offense… you look like shit. I don’t think the whole pale, graying skin thing suits you at all. I woke you up because I was starting to get a little paranoid that you might not wake up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so dramatic,” you scolded him.

Negan gave you a small tight smile despite the situation. “Can’t. Drama. Theater… It’s kind of my thing,” he retorted. He watched as you pulled your shirt up to look at the wound on your side. The surrounding area and the wound itself were an angry shade of red.

Negan saw it. “Well, fuck. That doesn’t look good.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and leaned back against the chair. You’d flushed the stab wound out as best you could and applied ointment but it didn’t seem to have been enough. “No shit,” you said. “Any other earth-shattering observations you want to hit me with?”

Negan let out a dry laugh and straightened up, grabbing his crowbar from where it was leaning against a dusty couch and swinging it absently. “You know, I am actually trying to help you here. You see anybody else around?”

You sighed. “Right. Right… Sorry. Just—this whole situation is—”

“Complete and utter-fucked, five ways ‘til Friday bullshit?” Negan finished for you.

You gave him a long look but eventually nodded. “Yeah.” You pulled your shirt up again and looked at the neatly stitched wound. Negan had helped you with that the night before, and you had to hand it to him that he’d done a good job. “It’s a local infection or the start of one,” you said softly. You paused to think. You had limited medical supplies left and had used the last of the antibacterial ointment the night before patching up your side and Negan’s leg.

“Alright, so, can we kick its ass before it becomes un-local? From what I hear, that’s something to avoid, what with the lack of hospitals and meds these days.”

You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip. The burning and pulse you could feel in your whole side made it hard to think. “Hopefully…”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression darkening like a cloud passing across the face of the moon. “You have a fever?” he asked, and you heard some apprehension in his voice.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.” You mopped at the cold sweat on your brow even as you answered, but you were pretty sure that was just from the pain.

Negan cleared his throat and stepped closer hesitantly. “Can I check without you slitting my throat?” he asked. “I’ve actually already had that done, courtesy of Rick, and it isn’t something I’d like to repeat.”

“Fine.”

He bent his tall frame and put the back of his hand on your forehead. He shook his head and let out a hugely relieved sigh. “No. No, I think you’re good.” You gave him a questioning look. “I had the thought that maybe they’d coated their blades… so that anyone that didn’t die right away would go full-blown undead asshole.”

You fixed a steely stare on him. “Oh, you mean like you did. To the Hilltop.”

Negan gulped and his face fell. His eyes turned down to the floor. “Maggie told you about that, huh?” he said softly.

“Mhm…”

“Yeah. That was pretty fucked up.” He was still avoiding your eyes. “But it was effective...”

“Negan—” you started angrily.

“Hey, I’m just stating a fact! And to be fair, it was a fucking war! I was looking after my own the same way—” he broke off abruptly at the look on your face.

You shook your head. “No. Not the same way I do. Not the same way they were. Not even close.”

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never done anything royally fucked up to keep yourself or people you care about alive? Hmm? Doll,” he said, swinging his crowbar up onto his shoulder, a smirk on his face, “I ain’t buyin’ it.”

You scowled at him. “Don’t call me ‘doll.’ In fact, let’s just table any more nicknames you’ve got floating around in your head. And let’s get one thing straight, Negan. You didn’t care about those people at The Sanctuary. You gave them barely enough to stay alive and it wasn’t even a life. The only person you actually gave a shit about was yourself. And have I done fucked up shit? Yeah. Plenty. To keep me and my son alive… not to set myself up as some sort of wannabe god to assuage my bloated ego,” you spat at him, wincing and putting a hand over your side again and shutting your eyes.

There was a tense pause and then Negan rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and another small laugh escaped him. “I can’t really argue with most of that. You’re right. And I see that Maggie and Daryl have been pretty thorough in catching you up already.” He sighed and sank back down on the wooden chair across the room from you. “But none of that shit matters right now. So, what do we do about your tidy little ticking time bomb there? You have any more of that—”

“No, we used almost everything up last night,” you interrupted him.

Negan laughed humorously. “Now let me make something clear here; you’ve gotta be okay,” he said emphatically. “If something happens to you while you’re with me, Daryl will fucking murder me. That is not an exaggeration. No, he won’t just murder me—he’d probably carve off little pieces slowly. He isn’t gonna hear that it wasn’t my fault. So, for your health and mine,” Negan said, fiddling with the crowbar across his knees, “we’ve got to figure this out. So, what do I need to do? You obviously can’t go anywhere fast at the moment, which is really what we need.”

Your ground your teeth together and Negan saw the muscle in your jaw tense. “You’re going to have to find me some moss and get us some water and fuel for a fire.” Negan stared at you blankly.

“Sorry, did you say fucking moss?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A specific kind. I’m gonna tell you where it grows and what it looks like.” You pulled your pack closer and dug around inside it until you pulled out a small cloth bag and held it out to him.

“Is now the right time for a scavenger hunt?” he asked, but he got up and accepted the bag from you.

“A lot of mosses have antimicrobial properties that should fight the infection and—look, just do what I’m fucking asking, okay? Or I can go myself. Like I said, I’ve had worse,” you started getting out of the chair, pushing yourself up on the arms but the pain in your side seemed to ricochet through the rest of your abdomen and chest and you quickly froze, only partially standing.

“Whoa!” Negan grabbed your upper arm and helped you lower back down into the seat. His leg didn’t feel great, but it was definitely better than your side. “I’ll get it! Fuck, just sit the fuck down,” he shook his head at you. “I can see why you and that pain in the ass Daryl are together. Stubborn with an attitude,” he said with some amusement. “Moss. Water. Fuel. I can handle that. Just tell me what I need to know…”

You did. And Negan set out and returned a couple hours later with all of it.

Soon you had a fire going in one corner near a broken-out window, any smoke trailing up and out—though you’d made sure all the fuel was dry as a bone so it wouldn’t lead The Reapers straight to you. The water had finished boiling and was sitting to cool a bit. Negan was watching you with interest from his seat again as you cleaned as much debris out of the moss as you could.

Negan was casually peeling the bark off a stick, sitting on the stiff wooden chair and watching you work. “Are you going to tell me what the deal is with you and Daryl or what?” he asked.

Your eyes flickered up to his face for a moment and you paused, completely still. Then you went back to what you were doing. “No,” you said simply.

“Ahh, come on. What the hell else are we gonna talk about? I’m dying to know how exactly he ended up having a kid he didn’t seem to know about. Especially one that looks to be about ten years old.”

You tossed the handful of debris you’d been picking out of the moss into the fire. “I’m sure you are. But you’re the last person I’m going to discuss my personal life with, Negan.”

Negan sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Come on. It’ll pass the time!”

You fixed your gaze on him for a long moment. “I’ll give you one question,” you said, dusting off your hands.

“Hot damn!” Negan grinned. “I better make it a good one… Hmm. Let’s see…” A smirk grew on his face. “So, are you guys fucking again? I mean what’s the current status?”

“Negan!” you barked back at him angrily, color flaring in your face. He only chuckled.

“It’s just a question! Anybody can see the guy is head over heels. That was obvious by the way he looked like he was mentally dismembering me anytime I came within ten feet of you.”

You only glared at him. “Do me and yourself a favor and shut the fuck up,” you growled. You collected the moss and plunged some of it into the still warm water and let it soak for a few seconds. Then you removed it and wrung most of the water out. Negan watched with interest as you packed it over the wound in your side and secured it around your body with a long makeshift bandage you’d fashioned from a spare flannel you’d had stowed in your pack.

“That’s gonna fight off infection?” Negan asked, interested. “Seems counter-intuitive to stick some dirty shit you found outside right over a wound.”

“It’s not dirty. And yes, hopefully. Long before we had modern medicine, plants were doing what doctors and pills used to,” you said, climbing to your feet and sinking back into the armchair again with a sigh.

“How the hell did you learn this?” Negan asked, digging in his pack for his MRE and tearing off the top.

You shrugged. “Aren’t we all picking up new things all the time? One of my people, from my last community, knew a lot about medicinal and edible plants. I paid attention.”

Negan nodded, scooping another bite into his mouth. “So, we gotta just wait now?”

You nodded. “Just have to let it do its job.” You sunk back more heavily into the chair and closed your eyes, but they were only shut a moment before Negan’s voice broke the silence again.

“You’re really not going to tell me about you and Daryl?”

Your eyes opened. “No. I’m not.”

He sighed. “What if I tell you about my wife?” he said softly.

Your brow furrowed. “Which one?” you asked sharply.

“The real one.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next morning, you woke up gently. Negan was already awake, standing at one of the dingy windows, staring thoughtfully outside. He turned when he heard you shifting. “You’re looking better,” Negan commented.

You stood and moved without pangs of pain and sighed with relief. Unbinding your bandage and peeling the poultice from the wound, you saw that the redness was gone and it was no longer inflamed. The moss had done its job. You applied fresh, dry moss over the stitches and rebound the bandage.

Negan wandered over, watching you closely. “You good?”

You looked up and nodded. “Yeah.” You paused. “Thanks. For your help yesterday with getting all that stuff.” He nodded once. You slung your pack up onto your shoulder. “Come on. We’ve gotta get to that house. Maybe the others are waiting there.”

“You can’t be serious,” Negan said, nearly stepping in your way as you moved toward the door. “You want to keep going? We don’t even know if anyone else made it.”

You started to unbarricade the door with a grunt of effort. “They did,” you said matter-of-factly.

Negan shook his head. “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do!” you snapped at him, standing up straight. For the first time, Negan saw something like desperation in your eyes. “They made it,” you said firmly, but he heard the shake in your voice. “Now, help me move this…”

Negan looked at you for a long moment and then sighed and pushed the heavy oak desk out of the path of the door.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Maggie, Gabriel, and Elijah waited in silence. The air was heavy with anxiety and Maggie found herself alternately pacing the length of the room and then standing frozen at the window, peering out through the wooden slats. Through the narrow space, she saw figures moving on the street outside but it was difficult to see through the leaves of the shrubs close to the house. “I got movement comin’ up on this side.”

Elijah stood and went to another window near the front door. His knife was in his hand.

“Oh my God. Oh, thank God,” Maggie suddenly sighed. “It’s alright. It’s Negan and Y/N,” she said, happy tears in her eyes.

A moment later, Elijah pulled the door open and the two of you stepped into the dilapidated interior, Maggie rushed over and grabbed you in a hug. “Thank God you’re alright,” she said.

You tightened your free arm around her, bow in your hand at your other side. “You too. All of you,” you said, looking at Elijah and Gabriel as she broke away, but at the same moment your heart sank. “Daryl?” you asked, your brow furrowing and casting a shadow over your momentary relief at seeing the others.

Maggie shook her head. “We don’t know. We haven’t seen Daryl or Frost. Alden’s hurt bad. I left him someplace safe,” she said, her voice breaking. “Agatha. Duncan. They’re gone...”

You hung your head and closed your eyes for a long moment. “Fuck…” Your knuckles shone white as you gripped riser of your bow hard. “Goddammit… I’m so sorry.”

She nodded solemnly and then scrutinized you and Negan more closely. “How are you two?”

You moved farther into the house and stood beside the small stash of supplies. “We took a little damage but I think we’ll be fine. What’s the plan?” you asked, getting straight back to your purpose.

“We’ll wait a little longer for Daryl and Frost, in case they’re tryin’ to get here. But then we have to move. It’s not too far to Meridian from here.”

Negan let out a small scoff and paced away in a small circle, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

Maggie bristled. “Somethin’ you wanna say?”

“Maggie, look at us. We’re hurt. There are only four of us. One more encounter like the one we just had and that number is going to drop to zero.”

“People back home are dependin’ on us. Hungry kids. If we can’t make this work, Alexandria is done.”

Negan sighed and leaned back against the wall, but he stayed quiet.

“So, unless you’ve gotta somethin’ helpful to add, just keep your mouth shut for once in your life,” she snapped at him.

“Hey—” Elijah said suddenly. “Something’s up.” _ _ _ _ _ _

The heavy bootsteps overhead seemed to press on your ear drums as the Reapers moved through the house. Your heart was hammering in your throat. Then suddenly—Daryl’s voice. You clapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping with relief. Alive. He was alive. He was okay. But then your stomach plummeted into the pit of your stomach. But why was he with them?

It didn’t take long for you to realize what was going on. A voice. A woman. “You’re either with us, or you’re not.” Leah. It had to be Leah. It was the only thing that made sense.

Your chest tightened and it was harder for you to draw in even shallow breaths. You closed your eyes, straining your hearing. Daryl again. “What do you want me to do?”

Then it was obvious; Daryl was dropping as much info as he could to you hiding below. 20 people. Weapons. Supplies. Walls. And then he was picking a fight on purpose with this “Carver” asshole.

“Shaw. Wake. Up. Everything is a test now,” Carver spat. “If you think this guy is ever going to give a shit about any of us, you’re gonna fail.”

“He’s right,” Daryl said quickly. “I don’t give a shit about any of you. Except you.” You felt a sharp pain between your lungs. “I’m here for you. It’s no secret I made mistakes. But I’m here right now.”

You were trying to suppress a rising wave of nausea. You could feel Maggie and Negan looking your way and you ducked your eyes, kept them down-turned to the cement of the cellar floor. A second later, Maggie touched you on the sleeve and tilted her head toward the cellar door. With Daryl distracting Leah and Carver, you snuck away, but the painful bubble in the middle of your chest stayed with you.

When you were finally safely away from the town the Reapers had been combing, Maggie stopped all of you. “We can stop for a minute,” she said, out of breath just like the rest of you from rushing through the woods. “We’re getting’ close. About three miles out.”

Negan let out a disbelieving laugh again, but you silenced him with a look. Maggie turned to you and touched you on the arm and spoke to you in a soft undertone. “You know Daryl was only sayin’ those things to—”

“I know,” you interrupted her, nodding, but your face was downturned. It still felt like a knife was lodged upward between your lungs. Listening in on that, Daryl saying those things to another woman, to her, had been excruciating. You hadn’t even realized how much so until you were out of the immediate danger. They seemed to ring in your head. “I’m here for you.” “I made mistakes.”

Maggie frowned softly. “Y/N, you and DJ are his whole life. I was there. I saw it. I saw how he was after. We almost lost him when he lost you. And then he never gave up on you. He never stopped searchin’. Whoever she is, she’s nothin’ to him compared to you. Believe that. Trust it.”

You gulped and nodded again and managed to give her a forced smile, though the worry line stayed between your brows. “What’s the plan for taking care of these assholes?”

You all turned as sticks cracked nearby. Walkers were wandering in. Everyone fingered their weapon but Maggie stopped you. “Wait,” she said, looking at more following behind out of the trees. She glanced back at the group of you. “Think we can find more?”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles #daryl x you #twd reader insert

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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A vampire’s true love PT.1

Summary:A widow and a father is the life of Spider-Vamp or Y/N O’Hara. When going to earth-1610 by pure accident and meeting his brand new lover he goes home happy, finally done grieving his late husband. When he and Gabriella meet old friends again and someone who looks like his late husband chaos ensues

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader has vampiric traits,Reader is Miguel O’Hara’s husband in his earth,Gabriella aka Miguel and Reader’s kid is alive,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader is dating Spider-Noir, Spanish will be used but I’m a no sabo kid so I’ll use Google translate so if I did something wrong tell me and please suggest me websites to use for proper translation,Reader was with the og spider crew during into the spider verse,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

Word bank: Amor = Love, hijo = son

You and Gabriella were here at HQ with your lover Noir, you three were sitting down talking. “Dad! Papa look!” You and Noir looked at Gabriella’s artwork which made you both smile as it was you all as a family. “Aw thank you amor.” “Oh my Gaby, it looks amazing” “Thank you papa!” You smiled, Gabriella has started to call calling Noir papa which is very cute. You’ve seen 2099 Miguel…he looks to much like your Miguel and Gabriella doesn’t like it as well..

Soon both of your watches showed Miguel in his suit, he wanted you to chase Miles down. “What’s Miles doing here!? I’m not doing shit for that man” “Same here sweetheart” “Hi bubba!” You were confused until you saw Miles being chased down. “OH FUCK!” “Language dad!” “Sorry hun but why are they chasing him down!!” You texted Miles through your technology telling him where to go and how to lose them.

“LETS GO NOW!” You picked up Gabriella as you and noir went to the area you told him to go. Miles was basically Gabriella’s brother so him being harmed is something you don’t want to happen at all. “Bubba?” “Heya Gaby” You smiled as you handed Gabriella to Miles, he was so tired. You and Noir made sure your watches were off so no one could find your area.

“How’ve you been hijo? Other then being chased down for no reason” “I’ve been good, I feel so fucking scared and wanna go home” “listen we’ll get you home okay” Miles smiled, Gabriella fell asleep on him so you all sat down. You and Noir were calming him down, he’s your son and it’s your job to make sure he’s safe.

Even if you have to kill or fucking die for him, he’s your responsibility. You must make sure he’s safe and if anyone harms him they’ll have to get through you.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #male reader #yandere x male reader #romantic yandere #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #A vampire’s true love series #part 1 of many #Spider-Vamp!Reader

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lluvllimoo · 7 days

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It was all worth it

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Hi sadly this isn’t a tickle fic

Words: 1232

Tw: contains depressing stuff

Also this is a story about the past and since we had a 9th member in the past that we do not have right now i did not include him but that doesn’t mean i dislike him. I respect him and i don’t have anything towards him. So please don’t hate. Thank you🩷

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Do you ever feel sad, but you have no reason to be sad? Depressed, not wanting to do anything but cry and be alone. The reason might be your bottled-up emotions. That just wants to be let out. Maybe you pushed yourself too much. Try to be perfect, but in the end, people always find a way to criticize your work. No matter how hard you tried, someone would always make you remember how dumb you were. Well, in the past, when Bangchan was still a student, he always got told that he should try harder. Little did they know he had many sleepless nights because he studied to try to perfect his exam results. Did he succeed? Yes and no at the same time. Bangchan hated this. He despised the fact that, no matter how hard he studied, he was unable to advance. He hated how people talked down on him for being dumb. He hated the way people would talk to him. They would talk to him like he was the dumbest person on earth. It ruined his mental health. When you looked at his eyes closely, you could see how tired he was. He always wished he was never born so he could never have to go through this hell of a world where everything is just so cruel. When Bangchan was studying, his mind was always on music; that was what he wanted to work on. But he was still too small in this large, lonely world. He couldn't go out there all alone. He tried to convince his mom to let him go and let him work on his dreams. His mom told him he would go one day, but not now. His mom promised him she would send him to Korea if he tried harder.  "Harder? Harder... What do you mean harder?" "I've tried my best, but I'm still not good enough."  "I'm still dumb." "I'm so tired." "Why can't I be like the other kids?" "Why can't I just do it?" "It's not that hard." He couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much. I mean, at the end of the day, he was still a child, not even an adult yet, and he was already struggling with many mental issues. Every day when he woke up, he wished that someone would come and kill him already. Everything was getting too much to handle. He couldn't handle all these problems. "When is this school year going to end?" "Maybe this year is the year I will go to Korea to proceed with my singing career." "Maybe it will all be worth it." "Tsk" "What am I even saying?" "I will never succeed." "It hurts." He couldn't stop the tears. As he watched the sky, he saw seven stars that shone brighter than others.  "7 younger members would be amazing to have." The rest of the night went by in a flash. Chan didn't even realize the sun was starting to rise. Another sleepless night passed by. He went back into his room. He looked through his phone. He saw people who made it to the top. It made him sad again. But this time, he couldn't cry. He cried so much that he didn't have tears to cry anymore.

"If my mom won't let me do it, I'll take things into my own hands."

"I can't keep living like this."

So that is what he did. He looked up flights to Korea. He had some money saved from performing on the streets. To be honest, the time he felt alive was when he was singing on the streets. He booked the cheapest flight and went up to his mom.

"Mom."

"Yes honey?"

"I am going to Korea; I can't do this anymore."

"I can't live like this anymore."

"I already booked my flight."

"I'm going to make my dreams come true."

"Mom."

"Say something."

"Please..."

"Look, honey, I won't stop you from doing what you want to do. I'll always support you, no matter what."

"The reason I didn't allow you to go yet is because I just couldn't bear to see you go."

"Seeing you go hurts."

"But if this is what you want..."

"You should go do it."

"Go and make your dreams come true."

"Me and your siblings will support you from far away."

"I'll talk with your uncle to help you out when you arrive in Korea."

"Thank you, mom."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

-Time skip-

And here it was. Korea, with all of its glory. He finally made it to Korea. He went to his uncle's house to stay there until he had some money to buy his own house. His mom sent him money every month, but that was not even close to the prices of an apartment. He barely made it to the end of the month. But that didn't stop him. He went to JYP to join the auditions. He was a talented kid. He almost made it. What held him back? Well, he was told he was still too young to debut, so he had to train until he was ready.

And that's where it all started. If he thought he had a hard time back then, this was way worse than whatever he had back then. He went through very harsh training. The trainers did not go easy on him. He had to learn everything. He had to learn how to play the guitar. He had to learn how to play the piano. He had to improve his vocals and the ability to dance. It was rough. But Chan did not give up. This was what he wanted all along, and he was ready to give up everything.

-Time skip-

It had been seven years since he came here to audition. He had been training for seven whole years. But this day was going to come to an end. Bangchan got called into JYP's office.

"So..."

"I think it's time, Bangchan."

"It's time for you to pick your members and debut."

"I have some trainees for you."

"We will do a survival show called..."

"What should we call it?"

"I want to name it the group name, but we still haven't decided on the name yet."

"How about.."

"How about stray kids?"

"That sounds amazing, actually."

"Great idea, Bangchan."

"See you soon, then."

With that, Bangchan bowed to JYP and got out of the office. The moment he left, he couldn't stop himself. He cried. He cried over everything he had been holding inside. It was finally happening. Every night, he would talk to his mom, telling her he missed her so much. His mom would tell him how brave he was, and he would debut soon.

"Mom wasn't lying after all."

Soon the survival show started; it lasted about a month. It was tragic. They cried a lot. Made memories. But it all came down to the day they would announce the members. They were standing on the stage with JYP in front of them. Their names were called one by one. Bangchan, Han Jisung, I.N., Hyunjin,Changbin,Felix, Seungmin, and Lee Know.

Bangchan had finally made it. He made it... He went through all of that, but it was worth it. It was worth every second of it.

God had blessed him with one member for each year he trained. It was meant to be.

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Omg im so pissed actually. I uploaded this 4 freaking times. But i had to deleted bc i wrote something incorrectly. It annoyed me so much. Anyways hope you’re doing well. Btw the way you can tell how im doing by reading this…

#straykids #lovestay #bangchan #angst #depression #:/

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redheadspark · 1 year

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For your may prompts!

16. Being ready for the next step with Oliver Wood, I miss him.

happy writing!

A/N - YAY STELLA! I love this request for our boy Oliver! How fantastic, thanks for requesting this bestie!

Present

Summary - Oliver only wanted to think of the future and what was ahead, and all you can think about was the present.

Warnings - nothing but fluff for Oliver!

"We need to go over the plan again,"

"What plan, Oli?"

"Our main plan! You know, the plan of all plans!"

"Darling, I think there has been a hiccup with that plan, clearly,"

Oliver paused as you were perched in your chair, eyeing him with a wide grin as he was looking from your eyes over to the clear evidence that was on your lower stomach.

Your pregnant stomach, shows you were due in 3 weeks.

Oliver, being the over-planner since his earlier days in Hogwarts as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for some years, wanted to plan out his future as a married couple. You both had decent jobs and were making decent money, especially since you two were young and recently married.

The only hiccup that did happen was the Second Wizarding War that took place at your old school, to which you both went to fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It was a long and violent night, though you both made it out alive. Since Voldemort's defeat, Oliver wanted to move on and have a normal life with you. As did the rest of the world, but especially Oliver.

So now, a year after the Battle at Hogwarts and things once again calming down, you found out you were pregnant. You were shocked, but it wasn't too scandalous or a big ordeal. Oliver wanted kids, he grew up around plenty of cousins and little ones in his home and he grew attached to the thought of being a dad. You wanted kids too, though you were thinking that you were a bit farther down the lane in your marriage. But you both were excited, about having a new little one in the world to care for and to raise,

Better now than back when Voldemort was still at large.

"This little one has made a hiccup in our plan, Mr. Wood," You reminded him as he sat on the same ottoman where your feet were perched, taking one foot in hand and massaging the swollen ankles and the sole of your foot, "And although we are excited to have a little one around here very soon...I know you're anxious,"

"How can I not be?" Oliver asked in a shrug, "We're still healin' from what happened. The Weasleys still need us, they haven't been the same since..."

He paused, looking down for a second and you knew who he was talking about. You hummed.

"I know, sweetheart." You reassured him, "I think you've been doing an amazing job looking after Ginny and George, even Molly has been telling me you're amazing for helping her and the family,"

"They've been my second family for some time, apart from you," Oliver hummed with a small smile as he continued his massage on your other foot, "I'm glad we have George as the Godfather,"

"I'm quite surprised you didn't ask Harry," You tased him as he pinched your ankle in retaliation, "We need to invite him and Teddy over for dinner one of these days, after the baby comes,"

"I'd like that," Oliver agreed, you rubbing your belly and leaning back a bit in your chair, "You think we're ready for this? Being parents and having a baby around here?"

"Yes, yes I do," He replied instantly, making your smile go big as he placed your feet back on the ottoman before facing you, running his fingers up and down your leg.

"It's gonna be a huge step for us," You reminded him.

"Aye, but a step we can take together," He explained, "I keep thinkin' back to if we were doin' this during the war, and if somethin' would have happened to ya. I'm just...I'm glad we're doin' this now,"

You sat up a bit and took his hand in your own, feeling him hold your hand nice and tight. Olived love you with all of him, every ounce and every inch. Working so hard to get where you were, dealing with and surviving a War that almost ruined everything for you, it seemed as though you two could conquer anything. You would do anything, be anything, to be with Oliver and to have this happiness stay.

"Me too," You agreed as Oliver leaned over to kiss your cheek lovingly, "And I am still not convinced that we were having a daughter."

Oliver laughed, "I think we are! Didn't it say in that muggle book that if your belly's low it's a girl?"

"Since when do you read those books?" You asked him in a mocked challenging tone.

"Since I found out I'm gonna be a Da!" He replied, poking your side, "Our little gal is gonna be a flyer, like her mum, and a quidditch player, just like her Da!"

"We'll have to see, won't we? And don't start planning her life out already, Oli! Wait until she comes at least!"

"Okay okay!" He replied

He kept that promise, waiting until his daughter Poppy Wood was placed in his arms 3 weeks later.

The End

May Prompt Session

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fuckmeyer · 1 month

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Ok that was amazing!!! I would love more behind the scenes details on CN now 😭 still on my phone so apologies if this is too long

“Answer the question, Isabella,” said Edward. “When did you last feel you were alive?”

With you, I thought immediately. Which led me to a grimmer answer.

“When I jumped off the cliff.”

What if I really had drowned?

“I heard about that,” he said quietly. “Rose told me. She said you were trying to kill—”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Well, you did,” he said. “God, if we weren’t already dead, I imagine I would be furious at you for doing something so stupid.”

“We aren’t already dead.”

“True,” he said. “There is a possibility I am somehow still alive, and my hallucination of you is simply filling in the gaps based on the information I’ve received.”

“You’re alive, I’m alive, and I’m right here.”

I lunged towards him again.

He dodged me, again.

Then he laughed at me. Again.

I wheeled around and snapped, “It’s not funny.”

“Isabella Swan, who lives thousands of miles away in one of the remotest parts of the country, who has never been farther east than Boston, is sitting next to me in a dungeon in Italy as I wait for the Volturi? Yes, in fact, I find it quite hilarious.” Except his laugh hadn’t sounded amused. Actually, he sounded bitter—and thirsty. “I cannot believe that as a figment of my own imagination you should need me to spell out how farfetched a scenario this is.”

“I cannot believe that as a real live person who’s sitting next to you in a dungeon in Italy, I have to convince you I’m really here. Newsflash: stranger things have happened.”

“Such as a vampire falling in love with a human?” he joked dryly. I groaned, rubbing my face in annoyance. “Don’t get me wrong, I understand your existence is predicated on my believing you’re real, thus you’ll do anything in your power to convince me. While I’ll readily admit to fantasizing about you being here, you’re kidding yourself if you think I’m insane enough to believe you’re actually here.”

Oh god. He was insane.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he continued, “we have two possible theories. Either I’m alive and you’re another hallucination—”

“You can hear my heartbeat,” I said, voice crackling. “You can smell my scent. If you wanted to, you could—” taste my blood “—t-touch me, and you’d know—”

“Ah, there it is.”

“What?”

“You want me to touch you,” he accused.

My cheeks had grown so hot, my head pounded. “That’s— I’m just saying, if you wanted to—”

“If I wanted to, what?” he snapped. “If I wanted to, I could taste your blood, is that it? Is that what you want?” I shook. When my lips parted, the bottom one trembled. The chill in his words ran through my veins. “What a convenient situation we find ourselves in. A starving vampire and his singer are trapped in a tiny box where no one can hear her cries for help, and she is throwing herself at me, begging me to touch her so she can—"

“Not throwing. Not begging. No. I-I’m not—I’m not saying you should drink me,” I said, nervousness making my voice uneven. “I’m saying if you wanted to go about this empirically, you would touch me. If I was a hallucination, you wouldn’t be able to.”

“Which provides us a perfect segway into theory number two,” Edward said without acknowledging my comment: “I’m in hell.”

“Hell!”

“All I’m asking is that you definitively prove I don’t exist. Which you can’t. Because I do. I’m trying to make you see that I’m real. That’s it.”

The low growl that punctuated our conversation made me shiver. Every molecule in my body tingled at the same frequency.

“And the second I buy into the idea that we’re finally together,” he said, “you’re going to die in my arms. I see your tricks.”

thank you, anon! :)

COME NIGHTFALL CHAPTER 27: VOLTERRA - DVD COMMENTARY

[i rewrote their meeting scene about a thousand times. i have a billion versions of that Verdict chapter where Edward is anywhere from a slobbering mess to a conniving little gremlin child. anyway, this is the earliest version of this scene, written March 2021:

In the darkness of the cell, I could see nothing except Edward’s marble-black eyes. His growl stole through the air around me. He circled me; the air sifted around me, choking me with dirt and blood and wet rat smell.

I came all the way here to die at the hands of my mate. I survived Victoria and Laurent and Jasper to die at the hands of my mate. I went all that way and went through all that effort to die by the hands of the person I thought I loved. My “mate”. Fuck this guy.

I swallowed, breathing ragged. “Kill me, coward. Do it.”

The growling ceased.

“Edward.”

In the corner, he snarled and snapped his jaws; I flinched, still blind in the dark.

“You’re not real.”

“You can’t smell me?”

Edward erupted into a grin of gleaming black teeth. I inhaled. “Nice try.” Clothing rustled, and a tiny thwip of paper hitting the ground.

My fingers fumbled around the sharp, folded edges of thick paper. My thumb traced the shape several times over. “A crane.” But that paper… Despite the musty stink of the cell, I smelled charcoal, acrylic, dried b—

Dried blood.

My dried blood.

The drawing I had given him. He had folded it. Into a crane.

“My crane.”

Edward’s slight cackle wheezed through his crackling chest; I flinched at the sound. “Can you believe I haven’t killed you yet?”

“Are you going to?”

“No,” he said without hesitation. Then added, “I am going to die here.”

My heart sunk. “You can’t die here.”

“Sure I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“I’ve lived long enough. I met you. I can die.”

“What?” Panic rose in my chest. “You can’t die, Edward.” I couldn’t die. Not until I saw him again. Since this wasn’t technically seeing him, I figured I could get out of this encounter alive with a loophole. “You—promised you’d come back.”

“I did.” Beat. “You’ll have to forgive me for breaking so many of them.”

“I won’t. Not if you die I won’t.” The deeper I fell into this world, it seemed, the tougher choices I had to make. Every step of the way felt like a failure, even if it wasn’t. “You made tough choices.”

“You certainly don’t sound like my subconscious. Maybe I really am dying.”]

[ok i guess we should actually start this scene]

“Answer the question, Isabella,” said Edward. “When did you last feel you were alive?”

With you, I thought immediately. Which led me to a grimmer answer.

“When I jumped off the cliff.” [girl you should have lied what the fuck]

What if I really had drowned?

“I heard about that,” he said quietly. [i vaguely sketched out Alice's POV from when Bells jumps off a cliff. dated December 2022: "Rosalie calls Edward and tells him Irina is on her way to the Volturi. She feels that Edward needs to take responsibility for Isabella because Irina going to the Volturi means that everyone’s on the chopping block. She advises Edward to stop Irina before she gets to Italy.

How would Rosalie call Edward? You have to assume I suppose that Edward flew from Brazil to Miami only for Rosalie to call the airport and request that a Mr. Edward Masen pick up the phone.

Why doesn't Edward corroborate? Why the fuck would he? This gives him perfect plausible deniability to go off and kill himself with reason so he's never tempted to come home to Isabella again."] “Rose told me. She said you were trying to kill—”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Well, you did,” he said. “God, if we weren’t already dead, I imagine I would be furious at you for doing something so stupid.” [this later becomes inspiration for Chapter 5: Alliance of By Starlight.]

“We aren’t already dead.”

“True,” he said. “There is a possibility I am somehow still alive, and my hallucination of you is simply filling in the gaps based on the information I’ve received.”

“You’re alive, I’m alive, and I’m right here.”

I lunged towards him again.

He dodged me, again.

Then he laughed at me. Again.

I wheeled around and snapped, “It’s not funny.”

“Isabella Swan, who lives thousands of miles away in one of the remotest parts of the country, who has never been farther east than Boston [visited, never lived there], is sitting next to me in a dungeon in Italy as I wait for the Volturi? Yes, in fact, I find it quite hilarious.” Except his laugh hadn’t sounded amused. Actually, he sounded bitter—and thirsty. “I cannot believe that as a figment of my own imagination you should need me to spell out how farfetched a scenario this is.”

“I cannot believe that as a real live person who’s sitting next to you in a dungeon in Italy, I have to convince you I’m really here. Newsflash: stranger things have happened.”

Oh god. He was insane.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he continued, “we have two possible theories. Either I’m alive and you’re another hallucination—”

“You can hear my heartbeat,” I said, voice crackling. [bro the amount of times Edward has hallucinated or pretended a human's heartbeat is Isabella's is INCALCULABLE. she has no idea how terrible an argument this is. it's like The Tell-Tale Heart up in this bitch] “You can smell my scent. If you wanted to, you could—” taste my blood [the desperation is palpable. she has wanted him to drink her blood since Chapter 14: Explanations of In The Afterlight when she first dreams about it lmao] “—t-touch me, and you’d know—”

“Ah, there it is.”

“What?”

“You want me to touch you,” he accused. [YES GIRL SAY YES]

My cheeks had grown so hot, my head pounded. “That’s— I’m just saying, if you wanted to—”

“If I wanted to, what?” he snapped. “If I wanted to, I could taste your blood, is that it? Is that what you want?” [YES] I shook. When my lips parted, the bottom one trembled. The chill in his words ran through my veins. “What a convenient situation we find ourselves in. A starving vampire and his singer are trapped in a tiny box where no one can hear her cries for help, and she is throwing herself at me, begging me to touch her so she can—"

“Not throwing. [girl you just threw yourself at him] Not begging. No. I-I’m not—I’m not saying you should drink me,” I said, nervousness making my voice uneven. “I’m saying if you wanted to go about this empirically, you would touch me. If I was a hallucination, you wouldn’t be able to.”

“Which provides us a perfect segway [WAIT this should be segue holy shit i did not mean the scooter!!!!! omg i'm editing this rn] into theory number two,” Edward said without acknowledging my comment: “I’m in hell.”

“Hell!” [i really wanted to make a Dante's Inferno/Biblical reference, but at this point i was rushing to get the last chapters out. i wanted it to be over; i was so disappointed at how CN had turned out. shoutout to my beta Soup for helping me get over the finish line!]

“Of course, you would want me to touch you.” The edge in his tone grew. “You want me to bite you, don’t you? You want me to taste your blood. You want me to drink every last drop from your beautiful veins until nothing is left because you are mine, mine—” [thus far, this is the closest Edward has ever come to admitting the truth to her: he has a very real desire to drink her blood. to ME this scene is so sexually charged...]

“All I’m asking is that you definitively prove I don’t exist. Which you can’t. Because I do. I’m trying to make you see that I’m real. That’s it.”

The low growl that punctuated our conversation made me shiver. Every molecule in my body tingled at the same frequency.

“And the second I buy into the idea that we’re finally together,” he said, “you’re going to die in my arms. I see your tricks.”

send me 500 words of my fanfic & i will give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet

#thank you!#asks #come nightfall #come nightfall outtakes #fanfic DVD commentary

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 14 days

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din reveals something he's suspected

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I apologize for not posting yesterday. So it looks like there is only one chapter left to The Crestworld part of Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest. Then the story will enter a brief hiatus, while I focus on other stories and more parts for OUTRC. Thank you all for following.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Awkward conversations and question, banter, confronting a suspected thought, memories. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

AO3 Link | Words: 1,138 | Previous -> Next

Main Master List | Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Listening to Din describe Camilla, made her sound special and other worldly, it made me wonder if maybe Din was embellishing a little. However, that didn’t matter really, it was his wife, he could embellish all he wanted for her memory.

Yet when he finished the air in the truck was heavy, almost as though his sorrow and grief came back to the forefront. I wanted to make him laugh and smile again.

“She sounds amazing, especially since it truly takes a very special person to put up with you” I smirked looking over at him, as he narrowed his eyes, “I’m kidding. Seriously, though she sounds wonderful. I wish I got to know her, she seems like someone I would’ve wanted to be friends with.”

He hummed in agreement, “She was. She was really wonderful, and as much as I don’t want to say this, she would’ve wanted to be friends with you too.”

“That would’ve been fun for you.”

“Tell me about it.” He grumbled.

“It’s nice to know Grogu inherited a lot from her, it’s like she’s still here in a way. After all, he doesn’t ever seem to have a bad day, plus he has the cutest smile and laugh.”

Din chuckled “Yeah, he did. I’m grateful I have him, it definitely makes me feel like she’s still around somewhat.”

I could understand that, I wish I could talk about my parents, my siblings, I miss all of them, for their safety and for mine, I can’t talk about them with anyone, but that doesn’t prevent me from being there for either of them. Maybe, I can do that to honour Camilla, to help look after her family, who she clearly loved dearly.

“Din, you know if you ever want to talk about her I’ll always offer a listening ear. Sometimes sharing stories about the ones we love keeps them alive in our memories.”

He simply nodded as his hand tightened on the steering wheel, he pulled into Boba’s ranch in one smooth motion, putting the car in park, “Thanks, that’s the first time in a long time I was able to talk about her and not feel completely shattered afterwards. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

Din’s eyes locked with mine as we sat in the truck. I could see why Camilla and him made sense, he had the rough exterior, grumpy, short tempered, but she was sweet and kind, loving and patient. She was his better half, two sides of the same coin.

Plus, they were both very attractive people, it was evident how much they loved and cared for each other in the pictures Din had around the house. Even though she’d been gone for a number of years, the love they both felt was still very evident in the house.

Made me wonder if that would’ve been my life, if I … if I hadn’t married my ex. Granted, however, there’d been no one in my life that made my heart flutter when I was younger.

Why couldn’t I’ve had that kind of warm and loving relationship?

Why couldn’t I have met someone who’d look after me, care for me, and protect me?

Why did I have to marry …

My eyes focused on the fence in front of us as flashes of my past played before my eyes, the pain, the trauma, the tears, the countless nights that I wished I hadn’t been forced into that marriage.

“Ann?”

Din tapped her shoulder, pulling her out of whatever was going through her mind. He didn’t have to be a psychologist to know she’d gone through a pretty rough time, that much was evident with how she reacted to certain situations.

“You okay?”

I nodded, closing my eyes, pushing away the memories, “Yeah, sorry. My mind wandered.”

“Hey, I want you to know, if you ever need to talk, I’ll listen too.”

In that moment, he couldn’t help notice how her deadened eyes, her tightened shoulders, the way her fists clenched against her thighs, she looked as though she was holding the weight of the entire galaxy.

He let out a weighted sigh, he was going to take a chance to tell her this, because … well it was the right thing to do.

“Ann, I know something happened in your past.”

Her eyes shot wide open as her head swivelled to look at him in one quick and determined move, he held his hand up to reassure her, “I want to make it clear, no one said anything nor did I ask anything. Alright?”

She didn’t really respond, simply keeping her eyes locked on him, until she let out the slightest sigh, “I don’t know anything about what happened to you, but I can guess, from what I picked up on over the past few weeks. Like the way you clocked everyone in that dinner, the way you picked the seat that gave you the most coverage, even though I took the seat with my back to the wall, you tried your best to stay low and out of sight. Not to mention, the way you make sure your door is locked when you go to bed, or the way you clean up after yourself, always keeping things tidy, like you don’t want to leave an imprint of yourself anywhere in case you have to leave in a hurry.”

He watched as tears welled up in her eyes, he didn’t want her to freak out, but he wanted her to know she could trust him, that he’d be there to listen, to help her if she needed, “You’re running from someone, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t find the words, no matter how many times I swallowed, or blinked, or looked around for a sign that it was okay to open up, to trust him. As much as I wanted to answer, the word ‘yes’ just wouldn’t escape my mouth. I couldn’t even nod in agreement.

“It’s okay” he nodded as a solemn smile graced his lips, “I figured as much. How bad?”

My eyes dragged down slowly, as I focused on my hands, I slowly breathed in and out, taking one final swallow to calm my nerves. However, despite how hard I tried to quell my fear, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I gripped them harder against each other, when did they start to do that?

“Bad” was all I could muster, as I kept focusing on something other than the questions he was asking.

“How long?” Din’s voice was soft, solemn and strong. Letting her know it was all up to her to answer the question, she may not have wanted him to know.

“Long enough”

“Hence the fake name.”

I looked into his eyes, shock ringing through them; I couldn’t believe he’d known my name was fake this whole time.

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heliads · 6 months

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Your fics are amazing!! I especially love the Unwind ones! :) Can I request an angsty what-if fic where Connor doesn't go deliver his letter and is there when Nelson finds the antique shop? I don't know how specific you want me to be in my request, but a fight scene between Connor and Nelson would be cool (Nelson deserves to be punched). Thank you!

yes...YESSSSS

'guess that's growing up' - connor lassiter

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warnings: blood, violence, death

Five years ago, if you had asked Connor Lassiter where he thought he’d end up in life, he wouldn’t have said the basement of an antique shop. He certainly wouldn’t have expected to be in that same basement twice in the span of a few years. Life has a way of throwing you a few curveballs. It isn’t Connor’s fault if he can’t help but follow their winding paths until he ends up exactly where he started.

It isn’t like he’s back to square one. It can’t be, after all the friends he’s made and lost. Still, it’s hard to shake the feeling that he keeps getting dragged back home. As a kid, he’d always dreamed of running away and making it big, and then he’d actually had to run away when he found out he was going to be unwound. Now he’s back in Ohio, and although Connor finally has a hope for the end of unwinding thanks to the Rheinschild organ printer, he knows as surely as anyone that if this doesn’t work, the last of his luck might finally have run out. He was born here almost eighteen years ago, and he might just die here too.

Connor tries to keep his emotions light, but it’s hard, especially after being stuck in Sonia’s basement for far too many days. It took forever for them to leave the first time, and now he’s wondering how long they’ll spend trapped inside the lightless cellar now. Maybe someone will come down here decades in the future and find his old, brittle bones propped up in a corner someplace, the Akron AWOL reduced to a skeleton with a white, wiry beard like in the cartoons he used to watch as a kid.

So no, he’s not exactly doing a great job of staying optimistic, but it’s hard to get up the energy to converse with the other scared unwinds down here when he knows how this is going to end. It’s not his first rodeo. Nothing gets better before it gets worse again. Why take the time to memorize everyone’s name and favorite color if they’re just going to get ripped apart again in a matter of months? Connor might as well spare himself the heartache. If they do get unwound after all, some future client would probably appreciate it if Connor’s heartstrings were tugged as little as possible.

It’s not a funny thing to think about, but Connor’s sense of humor has gotten increasingly jagged and sarcastic as of late, if it wasn’t already bitter in the first place. When he tries to be funny, he just ends up cutting to the bone. He’s not Hayden. He’s never been good at making the jokes land when he needs them the most.

Hell, maybe that’s what’s unsettling him the most about being back here. If it weren’t enough to see the same familiar shadowy walls and low ceiling (look, there’s the place he gouged his initials in the corner two years ago), Connor has to do all of it not only with new faces but with the ghosts of the former ones.

Thinking about who had been here with him before makes his stomach roil with guilt and regret. Roland is unwound now; Connor has his arm and is starting to understand his surly temperament, his gut reaction to snap at everything around him instead of smiling. Mai became a clapper and blew up Happy Jack; Lev was there with her, chemicals in his veins, but saved himself when she didn’t. Hayden is still alive, hopefully, although Connor hasn’t seen him in ages; he misses Hayden’s sense of humor most of all.

The only repeated characters in the basement are Risa and himself, but even they are so fundamentally transformed from who they’d been at the start that they could be different people entirely. Connor isn’t sure that he’s at all recognizable as Connor Lassiter anymore. He has the same skin, or most of it, but that’s the end of the similarities. Connor is left wondering how everything changed so drastically over two years, which leaves him in a state of hazy dread.

And then, of course– well, there’s the letter, and that blows everything else out of the water.

Sonia still has his letter, the one she’d had him write to his parents when he first showed up at her antique store. All of the notes from past unwinds she’s harbored are still here. The thought unsettles him more than Connor would care to admit. Even if the kids who wrote them are long since stripped of their parts, dead and gone or maybe somehow still alive, their writing is still here. He wonders if his handwriting has changed since he wrote it last. If Connor saw a few sentences of his letter, could he recognize it as his own, or is even that last hallmark of the boy he’d been gone from him forever?

Connor can’t help but obsess over every detail. It’s hard not to when Sonia keeps bringing it up. He’s not sure if she thinks he’s dramatically different from the boy he’d been, but she must want him to return to that former version of himself somehow, because she’s offered for him to hand deliver the letter to his parents. In fact, she seems rather put off by the fact that he hasn’t leapt at the chance.

It’s not the first time in his life that Connor doesn’t have the right answer, and just like every other impossible choice, Connor isn’t even sure that there is a right way to go about this. He can take his letter to his parents, the people who had him unwound in the first place. He can be the bigger person and forgive them for wanting him clinically dismembered. Maybe, after time, they’ll even be able to move on from it and grow back together again.

Or, far more tempting still, Connor can let his resentment stand as firm and impenetrable as a fortress. This is the choice that calls to him the most. Why should he forgive them? It’s up to his parents to reach out to them first, even if they have no idea if he’s still alive nor how to contact them. Connor is not the one who wanted his own flesh and blood unwound. There’s no reason for the responsibility of breaching the immovable gap between himself and his family to fall on his shoulders.

Still, the Objective Right Thing to do is to give them the letter. Connor knows this, in a shifting, sinking feeling in his stomach, like when you tell your first big lie as a kid even though you know it’s wrong. Connor should meet his parents again. Probably.

Problem is, he doesn’t want to. The anger may not be as white-hot as it had been when Connor first found out he was going to be unwound, but it’s still there, simmering beneath his skin like a stovetop that wasn’t turned off properly. He isn’t going to burn down the house, not yet, but the possibility is there.

Risa would support him in this, Connor knows that. She immediately advocated against it, citing the immense risk posed by leaving their hiding place in Sonia’s basement. She doesn’t know the conflict in Connor’s heart quite as well as the terror of getting caught by the Juvenile Authority, though. She never had a family to love and loathe like this, and although Connor hates to say it, this will be the one time her advice won’t be as picture perfect as usual.

Sonia can sense this hesitation, and she’s been even pushier than usual in an attempt to convince him to visit his parents. At one point earlier today, Connor was helping her bring down some groceries when she asked him again when he was planning on leaving.

“I’m not going,” Connor had complained angrily, and immediately felt like a kid throwing a temper tantrum because his favorite shirt was in the wash or something stupid like that. So many unwinds here would kill for a chance to see their parents again, and here he is practically frothing at the mouth at the thought of it.

Sonia had raised her eyebrows at that, but said nothing, for once. Connor had lugged the last of the bags down and sat in silence, fuming, until he finally cooled off again. He feels bad for snapping at Sonia like that, especially when she’s risking her life for him by harboring unwinds right underneath her shop, but not bad enough to deliver the letter.

Sonia doesn’t usually check up on them during the day, electing to preserve her ruse by manning the counter of the antique shop, so Connor assumes he’ll have all day to practice an apology before she checks up on them after closing time. Maybe he’ll write her a letter. He could both thank her for shoving him in her basement for so many weeks and also say he’s sorry for being an ass. He probably owes a lot of people similar letters. He’s been an ass many times.

Connor is idly monitoring the sounds upstairs, waiting to tell when Sonia will come down again so he can have his statement ready, when he first hears the loud thump. Noise isn’t uncommon up above; customers buying large objects can be heard huffing and puffing as they drag their purchases to the door. However, this sounds wrong. The voices Connor makes out through the dusty floorboards don’t sound like people ogling antiques. One of them sounds cruel, and the other, Sonia, sounds distorted somehow, unlike herself. They’re too quiet for him to hear, but none of it can be good. Then Sonia lets out a cry of pain, and Connor knows for certain that something is wrong.

All of the other runaways in the basement perk up. Fight or flight senses are always amplified among AWOLs. Connor silently gestures for them to back away from the cellar entrance, holding a finger to his lips. This could be a Juvey-cop, so they can’t risk exposing Sonia through too many sounds. Risa picks up a wrench, testing its weight experimentally, and Connor and the others follow suit. Whatever’s going on up there, it can’t hurt to have a weapon.

They wait in tense, painful silence, and then there’s a softer thump from above as the rug is flipped off of the trapdoor and Sonia shouts down for Lev of all people to come up and help her with something. Lev isn’t here, he hasn’t been near Sonia’s shop at all. Sonia knows this, and she’s well aware that the kids know this, too.

Connor’s eyes widen as he puts it together. This is a trap, obviously. Risa, sensing the same thing, grabs a small, blond kid (Jack, maybe? Connor tried not to learn their names. Unfamiliarity makes it easier to lose them) and starts to push him up the stairs, promising that she’ll be right behind him. Connor moves to join her but Risa stops him with a single harsh look.

“Don’t you dare even poke your head out,” she urges in a terse whisper. “Whoever’s here is probably only looking for you. Don’t make a sound.”

Connor would like to argue with this, but he knows she’s right. Odds are somebody saw him through a storefront window or something after closing. It’s not right to let Risa fight his battles for him, but maybe the intruder will leave if they don’t see the Akron AWOL. It’s not lost on him that Risa and the blond boy might get taken away anyway all for the sake of covering for him, but Risa’s not taking no for an answer, and she’s gone within a moment.

Connor paces back and forth, unsuccessfully trying not to let his panic show. Beau, one of the latest wannabe top dog types, starts prying at a window in the back, which is good. Odds are, they’ll need a second way out of here than just the trapdoor. Connor is about to pitch in and help when he hears a gunshot up above, followed by an agonized cry by Risa, and then all bets are off. Risa’s plea for him to stay hidden is gone from his head. If his worst fears are true– if she was shot, if she was dead– nothing matters anymore.

Connor bounds up the stairs two at a time, emerging into utter chaos. The blond kid is crumpled on the ground, a mess of blood and gore coating his chest. A grungy man is standing over his body holding a real gun, not just a tranq. Risa is beating him with a wrench, but he throws her off of him the second Connor appears. The man’s face cracks into a leering grin, and Connor realizes that he knows this man. It’s Nelson, the cop he shot so long ago.

Worse than that, it’s not just Nelson. Half of his face has been replaced with unwound flesh. Connor discovers with a sickening lurch of his stomach that he knows the donor, too. That’s the good side of Argent Skinner’s face isn’t it? Come to think of it, Connor hasn’t seen Grace in a little while, too. He silently hopes she’s alright, then shuts off every part of his brain that isn’t wired to defend himself. Nelson looks crazy. He has to be ready for anything.

Nelson lets out a slow, cackling laugh. “Connor Lassiter. In the flesh.”

“Nelson. In somebody else’s flesh.” Connor mimics. “What did you do to Argent Skinner?”

Nelson rolls his eyes elaborately. “He got in the way. I think his fate is obvious, isn’t it? I needed new skin. He needed to learn his lesson. No one crosses me and gets away with it. You’ve been on the run for a long time, but I’ve caught up to you at last. I always catch my prey.”

To the side, Risa is slowly getting to her feet, but there’s a gash opening up on her temple. Behind her, Sonia is chained to a chair, obviously in pain. Only Connor can save them. Only Connor can save himself.

Nelson starts to glance over at Risa, following Connor’s line of sight, so Connor quickly speaks up again to distract him. “So what, are we going to fight again? Boring, but let’s get on with it. Do you want to get out your tranq gun for old time’s sake? Maybe I’ll shoot you again. They might give me a new nickname for that.”

Nelson actually growls in anger. “I’m not interested in tranq guns, Connor. A permanent solution is better for you.”

He’s still holding the gun he just used to kill the blond boy, and Connor realizes with a sinking lurch that Nelson is planning on utilizing it for a second kill. This time, Nelson isn’t leaving until the job is done. Sure, it would be good to collect the payout of grabbing the Akron AWOL, but this is personal. Nelson can make up any excuse he wants about why Connor forced his hand. In the end, this is about Connor repeatedly humiliating the guy, costing him his job, his life, his flesh and bone, everything. One of them is walking away from this, not both. Perhaps neither of them. Looking up at Nelson, Connor finally knows: this is where it all ends.

“That’s fine with me.” Connor tells him. “I’d like to get rid of you, too.”

He briefly considers going for the ‘nice socks’ distraction, but, afraid of having used it one too many times, Connor decides to ignore the pleasantries and just get going. There’s a table of antiques next to him; Connor grabs the closest heavy object, a brass candlestick, and lobs it at Nelson’s head. The former Juvey-cop manages to duck, but not entirely, and the metal clips him on the temple.

Nelson grunts in pain and angrily points the gun towards Connor, who frantically hurls himself to the floor. The shot misses, shattering a glass cabinet and sending the contents showering to the floor. Connor picks himself up and sprints away, hoping Nelson’s more interested in him than staying to finish off Risa and Sonia.

Luckily, the guy’s got blinders on for anything that isn’t his least favorite AWOL, and Nelson gives chase immediately. Unluckily, this means that more bullets are directed Connor’s way. He skids through a series of small displays, using the advantage of a few tight corners to remove himself from Nelson’s immediate line of vision, then ducks into a hiding space below a desk. There, he waits, one hand clamped over his mouth so Nelson can’t hear him breathing.

Nelson stalks slowly from room to room, Connor can hear the thud of his boots against the ground. “Come out, Connor,” Nelson calls, “Let’s settle this like men. You can’t hide forever.”

Maybe not, but he can certainly push off more fighting as long as he can. Nelson was a cop once, he’s got way more combat training than Connor. Connor’s only hope is to stay one step ahead and confuse him into letting down his guard. There’s no way he’s winning a direct fistfight, so Connor has to be as difficult as possible.

Something dense thuds on the ground, then the glug of liquid pouring out follows the sound. Connor has no idea what that could be, but there’s no mistaking the subsequent click of a lighter. “If you won’t come out on your own, I have no problem smoking you out. I hear that’s best when taking care of rats. You have to burn down their nest to kill the young.”

Connor does not know much about rats, nor the proper method of extermination, but at this moment he doesn’t like any of it. Nelson is just as stuck in here as Connor if the antiques shop goes up in flames, but Connor realizes with a sinking feeling that Nelson doesn’t care about getting out if Connor doesn’t either. As long as Connor dies first, Nelson is happy.

Connor, however, needs his friends to stay alive. He rolls out from under the desk to find Nelson crossing over the threshold of the room. The former Juvey-cop bares his teeth in a grin. “See, there you are. I knew you’d let your feelings get in the way of your own self preservation.”

He holds up the lighter triumphantly over a slick of what might be rubbing alcohol or gasoline. Connor tries to stay cool, but his hands twitch at his sides. “Easy, man. You don’t want to blow yourself up, too.”

“How considerate of you to think about me,” Nelson muses. “I won’t return the favor.”

With that, he drops the lighter. The liquid immediately erupts into flames, streaking out of the room and into the next with lightning speed. Connor shouts in despair, but it’s too late. He can only hope that Risa was able to get Sonia out, that the unwinds in the basement could get the window open. Hope is all he has left. That, and the undeniable anger coursing through his veins. Nelson wants to play with fire, does he? Connor is more than willing to follow suit.

He’s not stupid enough to start a fight in a burning house, so he runs for the back door, which opens up into a barren grassy patch hemmed in by a fence. Good; Connor doesn’t want Nelson running. If Connor is the only one that survives the fire, he will make sure Nelson pays for it.

Connor makes it out the door first, so he has enough time to pick up a rock and hurl it at Nelson’s head as the Juvey-cop chases him out. This time, Nelson doesn’t duck, and the man cries out in pain as the rock connects directly with his left eye. Whatever Unwind’s eyeball ended up in Nelson’s face, he hopes that they’re not aware of the injury. He wants only Nelson to feel the agony of the blood welling up in the ruined socket.

Nelson clutches the bloody wound, swearing at Connor. “Do you know how costly those things can get on the black market? I’ll have to replace it with yours to even things out.”

“Try it. See what happens,” Connor dares him, and lunges for the man.

Nelson’s sense of balance is still impacted by the blow to the head, so Connor manages to tackle him around the middle before Nelson is even aware that he’s attacking. They roll around on the ground for a little bit, exchanging punches back and forth, before Connor is able to force him onto his back. From there, it’s easy to keep him pinned and rain blows upon his face.

He used to get in fights a lot before the unwind order, it’s all coming back to him now. Nelson tries to shove the barrel of the gun towards Connor, but Connor knocks it out of his hand in an instant. The man’s face is almost unrecognizable by now, but Connor isn’t done yet. This man is responsible for so many teenagers being unwound, doesn’t he deserve this punishment? He, too, should be in pieces. Connor can arrange that.

Nelson tries to shout something, but the words come out garble and broken around his swollen tongue. It’s going to attract attention, if the inferno behind them hasn’t brought scrutiny already. To shut him up, Connor wraps his hands around Nelson’s throat and starts to squeeze. It’s easy at first, just a matter of applying pressure. One of his hands– the right one, Connor thinks, but he’s not entirely aware of the difference nor why it should matter– tries to back out, but Connor redoubles his efforts. Nelson is not getting away. Not this time. Not ever.

It takes Connor a long time to realize that the man is no longer moving. Longer still to realize why. Connor has never killed someone before. He didn’t think he could, but. Sometimes we learn things about ourselves later than we expect.

Connor falls to his knees, leaning back slightly as he stares at his handiwork. His heart beats an urgent, irregular beat, telling him what he has known for a while now but is certain of today: he is a terrible, terrible person. Lev wouldn’t blow up Happy Jack, even Roland couldn’t kill, but Connor could. There are no lines he would not cross, no boundaries he cannot push. He is, at last, well and truly feral. No wonder the world wants him in pieces.

People are starting to emerge from their houses, attracted by the glow of the fire and the jumbled shouts of the fight. Connor is sheltered by the fence and hedges for now, but soon they’ll come for him and find the bloodied corpse of the former Juvey-cop. There are very few people who would mourn for Jasper T. Nelson, if there are indeed any at all, but any witnesses will see a dead man and a living killer and know who is worse off at the moment. The dead rest. The living do not.

Risa finds him first. She skids over the ground to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. Dimly, Connor is reminded of tackling Nelson to the ground, one rough arm against his throat, but this is Risa, this is different, this has to be different. Not everything in this world brings death. Still, it’s hard to remember now.

“It’s over,” Risa breathes against his ear, “It’s over. Let’s go home.”

Connor isn’t looking at her, though, he’s watching the flecks of burning paper float down around him like snow. In his head, he’s a kid again, bundled up in a parka and too-big snow boots. He’ll grow into them; so will his brother, in a few years. Now Lucas gets new clothes and Connor gets nothing at all. Lucas has had two winters now of being the first one to run out into the yard in the fresh snow, of sinking the first boot prints into the endless expanse of white, and Connor hopes to God he’s loved it.

Connor stretches out a shaking, blood-spattered hand and picks up one of the pieces. It’s an envelope, the contents either ripped away in the wind or already burnt to bits. Right now, the delivery address is damn near indistinguishable from the coarse ash rubbed against it, but Connor can pick out the words by heart:

Claire & Kirk Lassiter

3048 Rosenstock Road

Columbus, Ohio 43017

As he watches, the smoke from one corner of the envelope picks up into a spark, which turns into a flame that gnaws away the words one by one. Like unwinding, his mind whispers. Each letter ripped away to some new fate. Risa has to pluck the quickly burning paper out from between his fingers so Connor doesn’t scorch himself. He doesn’t even notice the flames are at his flesh until a dull, throbbing ache some time later.

Connor is still in Ohio. He’s within driving distance of his house, but there is something Connor has known from the moment he came back here, from the moment Sonia put that letter in his hands again, from the moment he throttled Nelson until the light left his eyes: he can never go back. That house is for the whole, and although Connor still has possession of all of his limbs, he cannot ever be described as such again. He is not his father’s son. He is not his mother’s boy. If there was ever a Connor who could return to the Lassiter family, he is not the one who just strangled a man to death. There is no place in Ohio that Connor can ever return to again.

“No,” Connor chokes out, half-gagging on the wet slurry of ash and blood in his mouth, “No. I have no home.”

Risa’s saying something soothing about how that’s not true, he’ll always have her, and they’ll find a way, they always have, but he’s not listening anymore. Instead, Connor’s face is tilted back, letting the sun wash over the gouges on his cheeks, his split lip, the bruises already flowering under his skin. He stares once into that blinding light, then snaps his eyes shut.

The elder Lassiter boy is dead. Only Connor remains.

requested by @bopeisdope, i hope you enjoy!

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 10 months

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I’ve had this headcannon for a really long time: Wen Ning can sing really well (even now as a fierce corpse), but is really shy about it because Wen Ch*o and Co used to make fun of him for it. I really wanna see the juniors (+wangxian potentially) catch him when he’s really in the zone. He just turns to see a small crowd of awed teenagers (Once again I am here with my Wen Ning appreciation agenda)

🧟🎶❤️‍🩹(he can sing really well, but is self conscious cause he used to get made fun of. He sings a lullaby for the kids after a bad night hunt. It worked wonders.)

These prompts are super similar so I've decided to combine them! One is from the fluff prompts, the other is from the emoji event. I hope it was worth the wait <3

Uncle Ning, sing to me too!!

The juniors huddle together in front of the campfire, quieter than usual. Their expressions are haunted, still thinking over the happenings in their night hunt, the way they fell victim to those vicious ghosts, the feeling that they were going to die by their hand. The images the ghosts materialized for them to see, the paralyzing fear, the way their bodies shook with the adrenaline of wanting to fight for their lives but being unable to.

Wen Ning showed up at the perfect time, saving their lives and destroying those ghosts - but what if he hadn't? How could they ask to be allowed to night hunt alone if they nearly died in their first mission?

Wen Ning hands each of them a pastry he got from his quick trip to the nearby town. They thank him and bite into the treats, the sweet taste distracting their bad thoughts momentarily. While they eat, Wen Ning stokes the fire, and checks over the surroundings for any dangers.

"Uncle Ning... tell us a story?" Sizhui asks, and he looks so much like his younger, scared self in the Burial Mounds that Wen Ning almost feels life beat into his heart.

"What story would you like to hear?"

"Something nice..."

Wen Ning thinks over a few seconds before taking a seat next to the kids. "When I was little, I used to be very scared of the dark. To be honest, I was scared of everything, but the dark especially. So my mom, who was a cultivator, invented a lullaby that had a protection spell in it. She'd sing it to me every night and so I stopped being afraid of the dark... of anything really."

"What happened to her, uncle Ning?" Jingyi asks as he finishes his treat.

"She became ill and died shortly before the Sunshot Campaign started. A degenerative disease..."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, it's been a long time ago... But... I think my mom's lullaby could help you guys... want to hear it?"

"Mhm!"

And so, Wen Ning closes his eyes, and he imagines his mom's kind smile and her beautiful voice, the melody, the soft words of her song. He's both her and himself, 5 years old and 35, parent and child all the same, and if he could, he'd cry.

Sleep, my baby, the stars shine for you

The sun and the moon and the fireflies too

My love will reach you like the sky meets the sea

And they'll watch over you, and I'll join you soon...

It's been so long since he's thought of this song, since he's thought of his mother, since he's sung anything. He hums the melody, and sees himself fall asleep on his mom's chest, with Wen Qing by his side, when the world was still beautiful and alive. When they all were.

Wen Ning opens his eyes, and he's met with the juniors' awed expressions. The fear is now replaced with wonder, and their faces no longer bear the aftermath of a terrible night hunt.

"Uncle Ning... your voice..."

"I know it isn't very good-"

"It's amazing!" Jingyi intervenes, "Can you sing us some more songs?"

"You...like it?"

"Of course! You're so talented! You could make a fortune!"

Wen Ning feels like crying, though he can't anymore. He used to be made fun of, be called all sorts of unkind names whenever he tried to sing - so he stopped. He hasn't sung anything at all long before he even died. Wen Chao would call him a failed circus worker, a worthless artist, whatever he felt like - and now Wen Chao is dead and these kids like him. Like his singing, his stories, his guidance, trust him with their lives.

Wen Ning sings to them all the songs he can remember.

He wishes Wen Qing could hear him too. She used to love it when he sang to her.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts

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the-himawari-otome · 3 months

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B's-LOG July 2023 - Utakata no Uchronia Short Story Translation [Terse Liar]

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It was the middle of the day with trails of steam hanging in the clear sky.

I arrived at Hangetsudou—a familiar general store slash mechanical workshop.

"—Are you in, Tsuyukusa?"

I peer into the shop, but it appears deserted.

After a few seconds, a familiar voice calls back from upstairs.

"...My hands are a bit full right now. Just come up."

"Got it!"

Well, he did answer.

(But I wonder if it's a bad time...)

Normally, he comes down as soon as he gets a visitor. But this reaction indicates how busy he must be.

I climb up the narrow staircase and enter the workshop on the second floor.

"Come on in. What's up?"

Tsuyukusa asks with his back turned to me, his gaze fixed down at his hands.

Tsuyukusa is the apprentice of an expert mechanic that used to frequent my home, and he's been a friend of mine ever since we were kids.

"I was passing by, so I just figured I'd check up on you. Sorry for bothering you. I'll head back for today."

"Huh?"

Tsuyukusa lifts his head and looks over his shoulder.

"No, don't go home."

"But you're working right now, aren't you?"

"...I want to tinker with this machine, but I also want you to stay."

I really don't wish to bother him while he's concentrating. I can come back any time if it's inconvenient for him.

However.

"You came all the way here, so I don't want you to leave. ...Take a seat over there? Please?"

"...If you say so."

I can't refuse if he insists.

I still felt like I was intruding, but I fold my legs and sit down on the cushion that Tsuyukusa pointed at.

"!"

He breaks into a wide, happy smile and returns to his work.

In his hands he holds a brass pocket watch.

(Amazing...! I'd love to own my own watch one day.)

But they're so expensive you could easily purchase a house for that price.

And in any case, they're rare items, so it's not that easy to get your hands on one.

"..."

As I watch him at work, carefully and delicately unfastening various sized gears with baited breath—

"Hey."

Tsuyukusa, who had been focused on his hands, lifts his face again.

"I know I'm the one who told you to sit over there, but when you stare at me so intently, it's a bit... erm, how do I put it?"

"Hm?"

"...It feels embarrassing."

Tsuyukusa's gaze wanders around the workshop.

I swear his ears peeking out from his blonde hair are tinged a bit red.

"I wonder this every time, but you always watch me without getting bored, huh? Don't you get tired of it?"

"Well, I love it after all."

"........."

"I mean, things that have stopped will come alive when you tinker around with them. I can't help but admire that."

"...Right, that. I know. Thanks."

"?"

I intended to convey how great he is in my own way, but it seems I didn't do a very good job.

"I may not be familiar with mechanics, but I know that you're amazing!"

"...Err, that's too much."

"After all, you have a magic touch that can fix anything. I can tell how much you care about machines!"

"Umm..."

"Maybe that's why I feel so comfortable in your workshop—mmph."

All of a sudden, a fluffy, soft rice cake is shoved against my mouth.

I take a bite on reflex, and the refined sweetness of red bean paste fills my mouth.

"...I had some stuffed rice cakes that I got from someone. Want some?"

"...Mm, mmph."

(He made me eat it before he even asked...!)

I wanted to say something like that surprised me, or that I can eat it myself. But I just chewed wordlessly.

Tsuyukusa reaches for a small teapot and adds some tea leaves inside.

"I'm a bit tired, so I'm gonna take a break. Sit with me."

As he speaks, he pours hot water from a metal pot and quickly brews some green tea for us.

"—So? What happened?"

I blink my eyes as I chew the rice cake.

"I assume you have a request for me. Am I wrong?"

I swallow the food in my mouth and take a sip of green tea.

It tastes delicious.

I let out a breath and begin to speak.

"So, you see. There's a water well in our district that's in bad shape."

According to the reports, the pump mechanism that draws the water up might be broken.

"I was wondering if you would take a look at it."

"Sure. If that's your request."

Tsuyukusa agrees so readily that it feels a little anticlimactic.

"Not having access to water would be a problem. I'll finish this job up and go take a look at it today."

"!"

If Tsuyukusa's going to take care of it, then there's no need to worry anymore.

"Thanks, Tsuyukusa. You're a lifesaver! I can't think of a more reliable mechanic than you!"

"...Ahh."

Tsuyukusa casts his eyes down slightly.

"Yeah, of course. ...If not, then you'd go to someone else."

For some reason, his voice that quietly spilled out with a sigh sounded sad.

A mysterious hesitation hid beneath his bashful smile.

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#utakata no uchronia #utakata no uchronia tsuyukusa #so I realized recently that this guy is sooo secretly in love with the MC and now I can't stop thinking about him #that's also one of my top fave tropes #sorry awayuki but im dying over here now #can this game be out already

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Consequences Of The Wilderness ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE THE FIRST FIC FROM THE NEW PROMPT CYCLE! This is courtesy of the wonderful Jameson/Marvin anon, thank you so much for sending this in! It's time to have fun with our favourite septic survival guy + the best dad... LET'S DO THIS!

Angus had been trying to figure out for a while what exactly it was that made Chase the most incredible father. There were endless factors to consider: his patience, kindness, the way he gave his time, how he helped his kids feel like they were listened to. But Angus had discovered a factor more important than all of these. Somehow, Chase had retained the ability to remember what it was like to be a child, and never attached shame to “childish” things. That meant whenever his kids had a nonsensical, wild, silly idea, they knew they could always bring it up to their dad without worrying about being shamed or made fun of or told to “grow up”. The child in Chase was still alive, and Angus thought that was amazing. Though, it also meant he was having to keep his senses keen as he lead Chase through the manor’s woodland, knowing at any moment Chase could dart away into the undergrowth out of excitement.

‘Ooh, that’s burdock right?’

Chase asked, and Angus huffed out a laugh as he jogged to catch up with him. He glanced at the plant Chase was pointing to, and grinned.

‘Yep. Y’know you’re gettin’ pretty good at this.’

‘Well I’ve got a pretty epic guide.’

Chase bumped shoulders with him with his own grin. Chase was planning on having a little exploration/camping trip with his kids, and figured the expansive woodland around the manor would be the perfect place for it – but he wanted to make sure he knew what things to forage and what things to not touch under any circumstances, and so had asked Angus to give him the guided tour of mother nature. Angus was more than happy to be of help, loving teaching people about nature and survival stuff whenever he could – though he hadn’t banked on Chase getting sidetracked every five minutes by a cool mushroom, patch of moss, oddly shaped tree trunk, or every single squirrel. One of which Chase had had spotted, and darted after yet again.

‘Oh for– Chase slow down!’

‘Relax Angus I’m good!’

Angus sighed with a laugh, trying to keep pace with him whilst also keeping his keen gaze on the forest floor.

‘Yeah, you won’t be good when you get caught by one of King’s traps because you’re not watching your step!’

Chase rolled his eyes and turned to face Angus, walking backwards at the same time as he smiled.

‘Oh relax! You said they’re not dangerous and besides, I have you! What trouble could I possibly get int–AHH!’

This, is what we in the storytelling business like to call ironic. Angus gaped as he watched Chase get suddenly suspended upside down in the air, courtesy of a hidden rope loop catching his ankle, tightening, and triggering the hidden pulley system camouflaged by the nearby oak tree. After a few second of shocked shrieking and flailing, Chase realised the trap was indeed harmless, and now hung limply in the air with a red face as Angus burst into cackles. The survival expert’s mirth was full of snorts as he grinned at Chase, his eyes bright as he remarked.

‘What was that you were saying–?’

‘Don’t even start! Goddamnit– can you just get me down, please!’

Chase tried reaching up towards the rope around his ankle, but unfortunately he was nowhere near flexible enough – nor did he have a lot of stamina, since he and Angus had been out and walking for two hours already! He grunted for probably around five minutes, before once again going limp and pouting at Angus. Angus, who for the whole five minutes had not stopped laughing, had also decided to whip out his phone and take pictures.

‘This is too good. Yep, these are definitely ones for the fridge–’

‘Angus!’

Angus snorted at Chase’s indignant, embarrassed voice, and took a few more snaps before putting his phone away. To Angus, this was the most perfectly hilarious thing that could have happened and he was loving it. He came up to Chase, tilting his head down at him as he shook his head and tutted.

‘I warned you to be careful but nope, you just had to go and walk backwards of all things.’

Angus smirked, making Chase’s cheeks redden even more from the teasing.

‘Now look atcha, all strung up with nowhere to go… and out here in the wilderness, anything could getcha.’

Angus said… and something in his voice sent a little chill down Chase’s spine. Chase squirmed as Angus started to pace around him, circling him as his smile got bigger and bigger, and the glint in his eyes told Chase that something mischievous was brewing in his mind.

‘Angus… Angus c’mon, just get me down! I’ll watch where I’m going now, I promise!’

He said, but there was no dissuading the mischief that had taken root in Angus now. It was the same with every Septic ego – if there was even a flicker of mischief in their minds, it would grow into a raging fire, no matter what. Angus’ dark brown eyes flicked over Chase’s stomach, which was pretty exposed thanks to gravity making Chase’s t-shirt slip down.

‘I think you need to learn what happens when you don’t keep your wits about you in the wild.’

Angus reached out and ran his fingers along Chase’s tummy, before treating the soft skin to a flurry of scratches, drawing out a surprised squeal from the suspended dad. He burst into giggles, his dangling arms flailing wildly (and with little effect).

‘AHH! Nononohoho nohoho tihihickles noho tihihickles!’

Thanks to the might of gravity, and the un-mightiness of Chase’s limbs, kept him helpless to the tickly onslaught, which Angus found utterly delightful. He gasped in mock shock, eyebrows knitting together with faux concern as his fingers continued their dance.

‘Oh no, you’re not ticklish are you?’

Angus’ blunt nails were the star of this tickly show so far, their scrapes coaxing out sweet snorts from Chase through his giggle fit.

‘Anguhus plehehehease! Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!’

‘Listen man, the wilderness isn’t fair! And when you don’t watch your step then you gotta pay the consequences!’

‘Nahahaha! Lehehet mehehehe goho yohohou ahass!’

Chase retorted, and made one last ditch attempt to grapple with Angus, but the survival hunter merely chuckled and moved so he was stood behind him. Chase squealed when Angus wrapped his arms around his middle from behind so he could keep on tickling, now pinching the flesh of his stomach.

‘Oooh you almost got me there! Too bad you’re stuck huh?’

Angus teased, snickering as he gave Chase’s bellybutton a sneaky boop, earning him a cute yelp. Then Chase felt like he was being electrocuted when Angus’s nails swept to toy at his ribs with tweaks and flutters – he let out an initial howl of laughter before descending into cackles, his body wriggling like a fish on a line.

‘STAHAHAHAP OHOHO GAHAD NAHAHAT THEHERE!’

Chase babbled. Angus grinned, and lowered his voice playfully as he stroked his nails back and forth in-between his ribs.

‘Y’know, this is pretty entertaining. Maybe instead of camping we should keep you like this, then your kids could have fun tickling you to smithereens!’

I think it’s safe to say that Chase’s face was fully magenta. The most flustering image appeared in his head, a compilation of the memories of every time his kids had ganged up on him and tickled him (usually so they could get pizza, or ice cream… or both). They always found his tickle spots with their little fingers, and their delighted giggles were always so infectious! Chase knew he’d never survive if they tickled him whilst he was like this!

‘NONONOHOHO OHOHO GOHOHOD IHI’D DIHIHIE!’

Chase face was screwed up with his mirth as Angus laughed, now tracing little circles against Chase’s topmost ribs.

‘Naahhh we’d keep you hydrated and full of snacks. I bet you could go for hours.’

‘OHMYGOHOD YOHOHOU’RE EHEVIL!’

Angus laughed again. It was a deep, warm sound, the kind that would soothe you to sleep by a campfire in spring, under normal circumstances. For Chase right now it was an entirely flustering sound, and he knew it meant something completely and utterly mean was about to happen. At this point Angus’s fingertips were hovering at the base of Chase’s armpits, which were still covered by his t-shirt. Angus slowly came around to stand in front of him, and he was wearing a grin of such wickedness that it made Chase tremble.

‘Oh you haven’t seen evil yet my friend…’

Chase’s eyes widened, and he squeaked as his t-shirt was yanked down further. Angus had it so it covered Chase’s face, effectively blindfolding him whilst at the same time revealing his armpits properly. Angus smiled and cracked his knuckles nice and close to Chase’s head, enjoying how he whined at the sound.

‘This is evil.’

Angus reached out with his pointer fingers, and used them to scratch furiously in Chase’s hollows, making the man jolt and shriek with bright, hysterical laughter. I ought to say that the sound made the birds flee from the trees or made the squirrels scamper and hide, but the nature here was well-accustomed to human mirth, and so continued with all its merry chirps. Meanwhile Chase was squealing, mainly due to the fact that not being able to see was driving him crazy!

‘OHOHO MY GAHAHAD THAHAHAT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!’

‘Ooohhh the wilderness has really got you now!’

Angus replied, his grin wide and practically feral now.

‘NOHOHO IHIHIT HAHASN’T YOHOU HAHAVE!’

Chase retorted, his voice reaching higher and higher pitches as he laughed and laughed.

‘Are you sure? Why don’t you tell me what you see?’

‘SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU!’

Angus chuckled, and his voice slipped into a gravelly tone once again as he added all his deft fingertips to Chase’s armpits. He adopted the “light and fast” technique, keeping his strokes light whilst his fingers moved with a pace that would easily break the sound barrier.

‘Careful Chase. The wilderness doesn’t take too kindly to being insulted.’

‘AHHH OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAYSHIT IHI’M SOHORRY I’M SOHOHORRY!’

Chase rambled, his voice cracking through his laughter as the sensations, which he was still utterly blind to, drove his ticklish underarms wild. His mind kept trying to deceive him that Angus had actually just unleashed thousands of tap-dancing ants into his hollows – it was maddening! Chase knew he couldn’t take much more, hence the babbled apologies. But of course, Angus wasn’t going to give him mercy that easily.

‘For what?’

‘FOHOHOR INSUHULTING YOHOU!’

Angus grinned, focusing his flutters right at the centres of Chase’s open underarms.

‘And?’

‘AHAHAND FOHOR RUHUNNING OHOFF AHAHAND NOHOT LIHIHISTENING!’

Chase wailed, making Angus chuckle fondly before he finally ceased his tickling. His fingers went to the rope around Chase’s ankle and a moment later he was free, landing in a soft pile of leaves. Chase was the most adorable giggly heap of limbs and flushed cheeks as he hurriedly pulled his t-shirt back down, his eyes watery as he hugged and rubbed at his midriff.

‘Ohoho my gohohod…’

Angus grinned, resting his hands on his hips as he looked down at Chase.

‘You alright down there explorer?’

Chase smiled and nodded bashfully, accepting Angus’s hand up with a giggle.

‘Yeah, though I don’t know how me and the kids are gonna camp if there are secret traps like that everywhere.’

Angus chuckled, and nudged his shoulder as his expression softened.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll disable them so you guys have a safe area to camp in.’

Chase smiled at him, fiddling with his fingers as he replied quietly.

‘Really?’

‘Of course buddy.’

Angus gave Chase’s shoulder a little squeeze, his voice dimming down to a warm, soothing tone.

‘The kids are never gonna forget camping with you for the rest of their lives, because you’re an epic dad and you’re gonna give ‘em the most fun time ever. I know it.’

Chase’ eyes, already watery from mirth, got even glassier from Angus’s kind words. The two hugged wordlessly for a few moments, and Angus patted Chase’s back as the dad gave him a squeeze. When they parted Chase wiped the corner of his eye and smiled.

‘Thanks man.’

Angus smiled and winked softly.

‘Anytime. Now, you wanna see a cool clearing that’s perfect for your base camp?’

‘Hell yeah!’

Chase giggled, his face lighting up at the thought of more exploring – though when they headed off this time Chase had a more careful pace, which made Angus smirk. Angus was right too. When Chase’s kids did arrive, just as the sun was setting, Chase (with Angus as his eager helper) had created the most elaborate set-up of tents, fairy lights, snack hordes, and even designed his own little guide books with blank spaces on some of the pages, so his kids could mark down their finds and have those memories forever. That is the best consequence of the wildness: memories that are guaranteed to last a lifetime.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOO, WOO LUV YOUS!!

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