#cuz the fake ones are way more jarring and out of place

[lecliss]

Even outside my dislike for Presa, I think her foxgirl styled design is so jarring and out of place cuz Xillia doesnt have an animal person species like some of the other Tales games do, so they tried to make her a foxgirl while still keeping her human and they did that by.... giving her a literal tail thats controlled by magic. She already has a belt on, why not just make it some kind of furry magical whip attached to the belt??? Or better yet. Put an animal person species in the damn game and make her a real foxgirl and it wouldn't be weird at all.

[sarahowritesostucky]

Ignore it if you're uncomfortable💕

Reader catching Steve eating um... "meat" or put suspicion on foods he cook cuz it's a little different from usual meat😔

Idk choose one or maybe both or maybe none

ANYTHING FOR STEVE KAMP I'M EVAPORATING RN

This will be a story told in infrequent, anachronistic snippets, as I love the story idea but don't really want to commit to another WIP. I hope you enjoy!

📖"Amuse Bouche"

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Tags: cannibalism, held hostage, basement wife, captor/captive, dark Steve

Summary: Amuse-Bouche (/əˌmuːzˈbuːʃ/; French; N.) : to delight the mouth.

You feel your ears buzzing as you sit across the island, frozen in place. The soft sounds of Steve's knife against the cutting board drumming in your ears inordinately loud, warring with the drum of your own thundering pulse. You lick your lips nervously, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything.

"Everything okay, Hon?"

You blink, startled out of your thoughts and surprised to find Steve staring at you from where he's working, his eyes boring into you, rather than the raw meat under his hand, the chef's knife in the other. Your heart pounds hard in your chest, and you're sure he can hear it, can tell exactly what you're thinking.

What are you thinking?

"Y-yeah," you stammer, forcing a smile. Oh god, he can tell. He knows what you're -

"Good." His smile is sweet and honest, unsuspecting, and he goes back to his work on the cutting board. You swallow, your mouth horribly dry. "Just hungry, huh?" Steve smirks down at his bloodied hands. "Really worked up an appetite this afternoon."

You chuckle nervously, shifting in place on the barstool. "Haha, yep. Yeah."

"Mm. Well I know how to fix that," he says. Eyes still on the meat.

You look down nervously to it again, and away again before he can catch you looking and see the thoughts going through your head. You avert your gaze around the kitchen. - the beautiful kitchen.

It'd seemed like such an easy mark. Middle of nowhere, no visible security. Single occupant who went away for hours at a time. It'd been easy to case. You'd thought you'd make out good on this one. Just one more job. A little more money to get you in a good spot. Then you'd go straight.

It hadn't worked out that way.

The links on your cuff make a quiet sound as you shift. You reach for your wine glass and take a big sip. It slides over your tongue in a burst of flavors: fruity and lush, decadent yet light. It's red wine, a Beaujolais, your favorite. Steve always pours it for you before dinner, and you always drink it as you watch him cook.

Lately you've been drinking it faster.

Your eyes are back on the bloody cutting board when Steve's amused voice jars you back to attention,

"Need another pour already?"

Your eyes jerk up to him in fright, and it must show on your face, because he sobers. "Hon? What is it?"

You fake another smile - something you've gotten quite good at, ever since you woke up one day in a carpeted cell. "Nothing," you assure him, batting your eyelashes and drinking the last few sips from your glass. You set it back down on the counter. "I think I would like some more, please."

Steve squints at you briefly, concerned, or maybe suspicious, but your smile seems to do the trick and he sighs good naturedly. "Okay, why not?" He sets the knife down on the cutting board and turns his back to you, going to the sink to rinse his hands. "I'm chilling a white for the main, and I thought we could have that honey wine with dessert."

"Oh." You can't keep your eyes off the cutting board - on the carefully trimmed hunks of meat that don't taste like anything you've ever had before ... and on the knife. "That sounds nice."

Steve chuckles. "My little woman loves her dessert wines."

You could reach it. It's within reach. If you just leant across the counter, you'd be able to -

Steve 's hand appears in your field of vision and you flinch. He's reaching to take your empty glass. He eyes you knowingly as he pours from the bottle of Beaujolais. You expect him to say something, but he just finishes pouring and slides the glass back across the countertop to you. "There you go," he says, staring at you.

You lick your lips and swallow heavily, feeling caught. He knows. "Thank you, Steve," you whisper.

The edge of his mouth twitches up. "You're welcome, Little thief."

Your guts churn at the words he's somehow turned into a term of endearment. Steve's no fool. He knew you'd look. He put the knife within reach to test you, and you've failed the test. Internally you sigh, and you meekly sip your wine. You've got a long time to go before you'll be able to get the better of him.

"What's for dinner?" you ask, resigned, eyes back on the mystery meat.

"Rosemary."

"What?" You look up at him, catching the tail end of something indecipherable in his eyes. "Rosemary?" you ask, heart beating faster.

"Mm." He nods and goes to pull something out of the fridge. He returns with a bundle of green herbs. Your shoulders slump. Oh. rosemary. Right. "I'm cooking it sous vide with herbs," he says, and starts plucking the needles off the stalk. "Rosemary, Thyme, bit of sage."

You nod vacantly, thinking of the Francisco Goya that Steve has hanging in the hallway: Saturn Devouring His Son. You used to appreciate his quirky taste in art, had planned to get rich off it. But now you're starting to suspect there's something else to it.

Still, you know it'll infuriate Steve if you refuse to eat the food he's prepared for you, so you focus on sipping your wine steadily, hoping to maybe get another pour in before the meal.

You don't ask what it is that he's cooking sous vide. But deep down, you think you know.

This has been a fill for: @badthingshappenbingo

Card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

Square O4: Kidnapping

Masterlist

[legodamianwayne]

BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

bonus bestie corner

[pandemi-writes]

Ranibow Sprimkles

Centaurworld x DP crossover 

~1200 words, Rated PG-13 for use of single F-bomb

***ENJOY***  

Horse was looking forward to a nice, quiet day in Centaurworld. Even after the war, surprisingly few days had been quiet; her herd either attracted trouble, or just plain seeked it out on their own when the mood struck them. So yes, when Horse saw everyone settle into their Lazy Day routines, she could honestly say that she was feeling just a little bit smug, one might even say giddy, as she laid down next to Rider to get in a good after-breakfast nap while she could.

A bright flash of light startled everyone out of their laze—

Oh come on!

A swirling green portal appeared in the air next to their little camp. It looked so much like the rift between the Human world and Centaurworld, except this one was much smaller and wasn’t attached to any structure, with no key to hold it either! It looked like it was just big enough for Rider to step through, maybe Horse if she squeezed, so that eased her worries some bit—no armies would be coming through any time soon—but they all stood up and got in ready positions just in case.

Just a moment later, a human boy stepped through—or what Horse assumed was a human boy? He looked so different compared to the other human boys she had seen during her life in the Human world. First: his hair was white, whiter than anything she’s ever seen on a human. Second: his eyes, hands, and feet were huge compared to the rest of his skinny frame. He looked so out of place that Horse wondered if he wasn’t from either of the two worlds. Are there even other worlds?

As they stared at him, the boy stared right back, eyes wide, up until he opened his mouth.

“Holy shit—”

Whatever the boy said after that was lost as Glendale started yelling and running around in a panic, arms flailing.

“WOOOOOOAAAA!! HE SAID A BAD WORD, WAMMAWINK! THE HUMAN BOY THING JUST SAID A BAD WORD!!”

Durpleton joined in on the yelling and running, also he was crying. Great. And, of course not one to be left out of a trend, Zulius started crying as well, quickly followed by—when did Gebbrey get here??

Wammawink immediately jumped in to calm them all down with soft lullabies and reassurances.

Meanwhile the boy just looked bewildered. He caught Rider’s eye with a pleading expression. She huffed amusedly, and walked over to stand next to him.

“Um… are they okay? I’m really sorry about that, it just kind of slipped out. You know, when he said ‘Go to Centaurworld’ I wasn’t expecting like half-animal-half-man-things, and I’m rambling…” the boy trailed off. Rider chuckled.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” she assured him. “They’re actually always like this, but you get used to it.”

“Great, ‘cuz I actually came here for something specific,” he stuck a hand behind his back and pulled it back with an empty glass jar from somewhere. “Right, I’m Danny by the way.”

“Oh, I’m—”

“OH YEAH? YOU THINK THAT’S A BAD WORD?” Ched shouted from where the rest of the herd was gathered. Ugh, Ched. “PFFT, PFFT, PFFT! AMATURE! THAT’S AN AMATURE BAD WORD!”

“Ched,” Wammawink warned.

“I’LL SHOW YOU A REAL BAD WORD!”

“Ched, no!”

 “FUCK!”

 Silence reigned throughout the camp, before, of course, more shouting and crying from the others in the herd. Wammawink’s face turned small as she narrowed her eyes and scowled at the boy standing in front of the portal.

“You.”

“Uhh…” The boy tried to back up as Wammawink hopped angrily towards him.

“This is all your fault!” She stopped directly in front of him, and put on—wow, that’s the most passive aggressively fake smile Horse had ever seen Wammawink wear. “What is it that you want so you can leave? Like right now?”

“I, uhh… need to fill this with something called Sparkle Blinkies?” the boy lifted the empty jar. “Do you know where I can get some?”

Wammawink grabbed the jar out of the boy’s hand and tilted her head over it with another scowl and a huff. The boy’s face went through an impressive range of emotions as he watched her fill the jar with her sparkle blinkies. When done, she shoved the jar back at the boy and barely waited for him to have a hold on it before letting it go and forcibly turning him around and shoving him back towards the portal that he came from, all while smiling and rambling cheerfully.

“Well here you go now, all the sparkle blinkies you could want and oh look at that, your reason to be here is gone, such a shame, would love to do this again, but we’re going to be, hm, not here, if you ever come back and your portal is right there, don’t forget to close it on your way out, buh-bye!”

She gave one last push and the boy fell back into his own world…

Probably, Horse thought.

 ***

With a shove from the pink alpaca-centaur-woman, Danny fell back into the Ghost Zone; the portal closing quickly behind him.

He could honestly say that that wasn’t the weirdest world he’d ever been to, but also, he’d be fine not going back there ever again, if it was all up to him. But alas, it was not, so he trudged his way back to Clockwork’s lair. When he got there, he slammed the doors open and flew to the sitting room, where he knew the old geezer would be.

“Hey Clockwork, I’m back with your eye sparkles!” he called, shaking the now-filled jar a bit. The blinky-star things glittered and made little magic tinkling noises. “What did you need them for anyway?”

“Thank you, Daniel,” Clockwork floated over to him and accepted the jar with an outstretched hand, then motioned for Danny to follow him back to where the sofa-chairs and a small table were set up. The old ghost snapped his fingers and two giant dishes of ice cream poofed into existence, piled high with bananas, cherries, chocolate and caramel sauces, and topped with whipped cream. The only thing that seemed to be missing from this picture-perfect dessert was—what was Clockwork doing?

Said ghost had floated over to the dishes while Danny was distracted. He plucked a star sparkle from its jar and crushed it in his hand before sprinkling it over the ice cream, and again for the second one. The old stopwatch then turned around with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye.

“You are just in time for my Ice Cream Sunday.”

“… I can feel the way you said ‘Sunday’ instead of ‘Sundae,’” Danny rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Clockwork tilted his head. “I can put it away if you don’t—”

“Nope! No it’s fine! I am all for Ice Cream Sundays! Thanks gramps!”

Clockwork just smiled as he watched Danny dig into his treat, and started spooning into his as well.

All is as it should be.

[ruminate88]

Free Cell 🃏 (Healing From Emotional Abuse)

In short, Free Cell is a game where all the cards are misplaced and you have to sort them out into their correct piles. So far, healing from emotional abuse has felt that way 😬 Trying to untangle my way out of the lies, the confusion and the mental fog. I have learned so much from watching TikTok but it honestly gets on my nerves too because some of the videos are either hateful, just as cold or they says things like “how to beat the narcissist at their own game” 🙄😲 No…. I don’t care how angry people are. I know all about being angry. I know it sucks to find out someone you believed you loved more than anyone or anything in the whole world turns out to be fake. A person with no personality. A person who just lies non stop. They lie about lying. 🤠 So, it hurts and it sucks but ok, we’re not going to “sink to their level”. They need help and obviously we need help too. I was soooo cold after I was ghosted. I didn’t care about myself or anyone anymore. I only cared about my family but even then I shut them out to a degree and my mom said I pushed her away and wasn’t really talking to her. She still doesn’t know I was ghosted. I haven’t wanted to tell my family anything but I fear I’m going to have to because this “healing process” sometimes feels over my head. 😵‍💫

Also, I wanna talk about the impacts that seem to linger and need your attention. My stomach for one, has been my biggest problem. Everyone around me is upset at how much weight I’ve lost. Some alluded to the notion that I’m purposely losing weight/starving myself and ugh if they only knew. People see me from the outside. They don’t know the internal battles and the hurt. I make myself eat. Even when my stomach feels sick. When I met Jake, he was so intimidating and scary. I had really bad feelings when we talked over the phone. He would yell at me if I was watching tv and not saying much. I didn’t know what to say…. It was awkward!!! He made it awkward and uncomfortable. My whole body was nervous.

THEN to meet cody and he’s saying he’s soooo obsessed with me and I couldn’t eat cuz it was so intense. I wanted to sit in a corner and cry. Cody randomly dumped and that summer I sent him a long text saying I missed him and still loved him… he read it but didn’t respond…. 🤮 I threw up that whole night!!!! Violently shaking and crying! This is not dramatic, I was on vacation with my family and of course I lied to them and said it was what I ate…. They believed me. I never told them I was upset because Cody saw my message but ignored it.

Finally, I meet Andrew it was way different with him. He seemed “normal” for a long time but there were some small things here and there that obviously confused me but nothing so jarring as what Jake or Cody put me through… Wasn’t till Andrew started doing the reward and punishment cycle that I even worried and yet I still ate mostly just not a ton. I mostly lived on Mountain Dew. It was AFTER we broke up that I saw Andrew’s true colors and there was sooooo much drama, I just wouldn’t even think of food. I was on edge wondering what’s Andrew gonna do or say next. His audacity with me was unreal. I remember asking one of my nieces, “Hey… Have I ate today at all???” And she was like, “uh… you don’t know?????” 😳😳 So crazy and scary!!!!! I couldn’t focus on anything but how in the world to make Andrew happy and change the outcome of our relationship. It went further than south. It went to a dark place and I was sooo suicidal and Andrew was more than happy. 😓😓😓

Your body recognizes the stress and danger and totally locks up. Everything shuts down and stops working. Stress can cause you so many problems you’ve never had before. I wasn’t a big person to start with. I only weighed 127 lbs. Also stress can cause you to lose hair, can cause anxiety, depression, severe tiredness. There’s so much to work through!!! I knew NOTHING about emotional abuse for so long and could NOT make sense of Andrew. I didn’t understand why he was suck a jerk to me when he originally was so loving and nice. We were together for over a year. My brain and heart just couldn’t understand or stop hurting. I hurt soooooo much words can’t express. It hurts way less to fall and skin up your elbows. (Not being dramatic)

Covid is what it took to open my eyes. Everyone was getting sick and all these weird symptoms. That’s when I randomly lost over 25 lbs but I didn’t know if covid was to blame or not. Especially when covid “ended” and my stomach continued to act up. I realized before covid I often struggled with different foods. Plus the hair loss… I was on vacation with family when I happened to see for the first time how much hair I was losing in the front. I quickly showed my husband scared and said to my family, “Am I sick??????” Your mind automatically goes to worse case scenario 😫 I wondered if covid is to blame yet again HOWEVER, there is a picture of me and my husband from thanksgiving long before covid and when I actually looked, I already had a bald spot starting…. Wow.

Even in 2021, I can’t stop thinking of Andrew and Cody. I feel obsessed with them in an unhealthy way but I don’t understand it all. I’m ashamed to talk about it with anyone but I can’t explain what’s going on. I start to say out loud “I think they were toxic with me.” But idk what toxic really means…. Seems so extreme and harsh. I hate saying it but it feels right. Finally I started praying for answers and 2022 rolls around. Nothing changed for me accept now I’m obsessively wanting to make TikTok’s and talk about my confusing break up with Andrew but can’t post it cuz I’m afraid what people wil say. Am I crazy???? Did I not understand Andrew??? Why can’t I stop hyper focusing on it and trying to make sense. It was so hurtful that Andrew was a robot and what does that even mean??

BOOM in the fall of 2022, my first video shows up on my feed about, “If their words does not match their actions, they’re manipulating you.” 😳 Okay… wow. Now I think Andrew is a manipulator but why?? Why is he a manipulator? Another few weeks or so and the narcissist videos came flooding in!!!!! It was sooooo much information and extremely overwhelming. I felt trapped watching these videos and I had so much to process and make sense. So in 2023, I made this account to write down everything I could remember that happened to me and then I have read back over it all making sense and understanding. Not enough information takes away the pain, makes me trust myself or anyone else ALSO, doesn’t take away the fear.

If I could be so close to people who mirror me and “trick” me, I don’t feel safe. I don’t wanna go outside by myself. I don’t wanna talk to strangers by myself. It sucks but it’s my reality. My mind continues to look out for danger everywhere I go and my stomach continues to tighten, it’s like my body stays ready to take the next hit. Yet I’ve been so tired not wanting to do anything or truly go anywhere accept to my parent’s house. Even then, I’m forcing it.

Moral of this post, healing takes time. You will sort all this out just like in the game of Free Cell. Don’t give up ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[getmemymicroscope]

Apparently this is based on the Hayden Christensen/Jessica Alba-starrer Awake, which I have never seen. ... And if that movie takes as many stupid "liberties" with the medicine as this movie does, I have no interest in ever watching it either.

But first, the "good." I really liked some of the songs back when the soundtrack first dropped back in 2013/2014 - Main Dhoondne Ko Zamaana (which recently made a surprise re-entry into my brain and my 'repeat for a day' playlist at work), Mashooqana, and Soniye - and they're still pretty damn good (Mashooqana is sung at a much higher pitch than I remember, which threw me for a second). And, uh... honestly, that might be it.

And the bad. Man. First, of the good songs, two of them play in quick succession right at the beginning, leaving little to look forward to as the movie progresses. And the songs after that point are just downright bad. ... That entire opening scene was just so dumb. ... Shekhar Suman playing the friend of our 'protagonist' is a bit jarring since they seem to be trying to portray them as similar in age, as in reality he is this actor's father. ... Our protagonist was passable, for a minute, until that ridiculous bullshit with the wine glasses. Like, he immediately went to unlikable - and making everyone else more unlikable doesn't suddenly make him likable. There's not good people in this movie. ... Not even the mom, who is fucking annoying throughout - even if she's right, her approach is 100% wrong. Keeping such a tight grip on your son, even if he has a heart problem; it is no surprise he didn't listen to you. Or that he fell in love on literally the first day he had the slightest bit of freedom away from you. And making her 'right' in the end doesn't fix the fact that she's overbearing, uncaring in her ways (hell, look at how she reacts to "our workers are overworked"), and all-in-all, not a friendly figure at all (the ending doesn't change that either). ... Our hero's narration at the beginning of the surgery, done so that we know he's aware and is in pain, is just bad. Sure, he's screaming cuz he's in pain, but it is so fake that is never anything more than comical (and "turn the volume off" annoying).

And the medical stuff. Oh my god. And a pre-movie title screen saying you're taking some 'liberties' should only be referring to the fact that he's under surgery and yet having the ability to have his spirit wander into the hallway and hear the conversations out there - not the actual medical stuff!

When they all enter the OR, their masks are down. And then they use their gloved hands to raise their masks. Which immediately makes their gloves unsterile. This is why the masks go on first. This is a very common mistake in movies (Dr. Strange comes to mind), but in that case, they're clearly doing it for dramatic reveal of actor (for anyone that hasn't seen the trailer and has literally no idea what they're getting into). Which is still stupid and wrong, but I guess a movie has to movie. But in this case, we've already met our doctor multiple times. There's no dramatic reveal of his full face upcoming. So there's no need to be this wrong on it.

The anesthesiologist that shows up and tries to shake hands. He doesn't, because gloves, but that's not even a funny joke. And it risks contaminating everything.

That entire clairvoyant or whatever episode. I'm not denying that he is having 'anesthesia awareness,' which does exist, but for him to be out listening to a conversation between his wife and the temporarily-out-of-the-OR anesthesiologist is a bit much. So much of the stuff happens in the OR, preventing such; why not just make it all take place there? And then it keeps happening - he's in the waiting room, the hallway, even back at home. And then he literally meets his now-dead mother at their house. Make it stop!

Literally everything involving Ria in the OR. First she, somehow, just simply enters the OR room - no one sees her, let alone stops her. That's not how ORs work. Then, after the 'twist' is revealed and she fails to convince Sam to go through with the plan on his own, she injects the transplant heart with something - WITHOUT WEARING GLOVES! She literally just takes the to-be-transplanted heart in her bare hands!! There's so, so much wrong with this! And they gowned her up, why couldn't they just throw the gloves on as well? Even if you ignore everything about her entering the OR up to this point, this final bit destroys it all.

When Sam, in the middle of this whole Ria thing, has a moment of crisis, he goes and sits down and puts his gloved hands (bloody gloves, at that) up to his mouth. Yuck. Also, contamination.

The first defibrillator scene is all wrong. It isn't 'shock shock shock.' There has to be breaks to see if it actually works. To their credit, they do it better the second time around.

I know this is more about the line than science, but the whole "the heart that loved you is gone, the heart I now have is my mother's and it won't forgive you" is obviously medically incorrect. The heart doesn't actually store emotions like that. But yes, I know this is more about having a more impactful line, so we'll let it go.

Honestly - if he's got anesthesia awareness and is still under anesthesia, his mom's decision shouldn't be a surprise to him.

The scene where he asks her to marry him. I can forgive the fact she's super dressed up while sleeping, because they're at his friends house and just came from a party. But how the hell does she wake up and immediately know that it is 5am? No looking at the time, nothing - just immediately "it's 5am." I don't buy it.

The ending has shades of that Pulkit Samrat/Yami Gautam movie Sanam Re (and not in a good way), with the whole 'heart from a loved one thing.' Also, the boat scene - the mom did everything to save the kid (all the yelling and pointing), but when the father was in the water, she just looked on as he drowned. What is this, the door from Titanic?

I guess the movie is supposed to be pro-mom, but like, it would be nice if the mom was even slightly likeable as person when they're trying to sell us on that.

This movie might not be as bad, medically speaking, as the Aftab/Celina Jaitly/Amrita Arora-starrer Red, but god is it a mess. Which all works wonders to offset any good will brought forth by the couple of good songs at the beginning. And the best song, Main Dhoondne Ko, is saved for the literal end - the final credits - and by that point, you just want it to be done so you can wipe the medical horrors you've just seen from memory.

[prinxlyart]

I also imagine that despite some culture shock, Willow and Amity fit into the human world surprisingly well. Willow's more mellow demeanor and Amity's years of experience in high social culture mean they can fit in well in almost any social setting. Almost too well, after a while it starts to get to Luz since it seems like her witch girlfriends from another dimension do a better job fitting in than she ever did. Cue Luz needing extra love and cuddles

Bruh are you trying to get me to relive my high school existential depression??? Cuz I’m about to lol. (Damn it this is another long one, fuck, why can’t I just answer a question with little blurbs???????)

[tw: for descriptions of bullying, a panic attack and general depressive thought processes]

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Let’s say this excursion to the Human Realm is like a week-long vacation for our girls. They stay with Camila and Luz gets to spend time with her favorite girls and show off the stuff she grew up with. She’s so excited to share all the stuff she loves!!! Like how the trees don’t actually watch you and you typically don’t need to worry about critters attacking you when you walk by. And like. 99% of the things aren’t thinking about eating you. Oh, and just electricity and technology in general.

They come up with their cover story fairly easily (Luz’s girlfriends from another country that are visiting), figure out an easy illusion spell to hide Amity and Willow’s ears, and they’re off to the races. Luz takes them to her favorite after school snack spot, her favorite locally-owned book store (there’s a cat there named Miss Mittens that sunbathes in the display window), her favorite park, etc.

Willow and Amity are having so much fun too; they love learning about the Human Realm, but they love seeing where Luz grew up even more because her whole face lights up when she’s telling them about wherever they are. The first time a truck rolls by (one of those biiigg 18-wheeler delivery trucks) they both nearly scream and are so close to casting something to protect themselves, but Luz reassures them that it’s fine.

For the most part, they just have fun!! Luz couldn’t be happier. There’s something fun about being almost like an ambassador to the people you care about; you get to share so much information and see their wonder and amazement. That is, until Willow decides to walk up to a counter at a shop and ask the clerk about something. Luz doesn’t understand the weird twinge in her heart when Willow does this, but it’s quickly brushed away when Amity grabs her hand to get her attention and ask about something else.

Then the Mall Incident happens. And Luz is shaken. She never forgot about her old bullies but she did forget how much even being around them sent her into a mild state of panic. Sure, she had classes with them all the time, but they couldn’t always be bullying her. They never were as aggressive with their bullying as Boscha had been before that Grudgby match. But that doesn’t stop Luz from shaking slightly for the rest of their time at the mall. She brushes it off when Amity and Willow ask, yeah it was kind of a shock to run into them, but she’ll be fine.

When they get home Willow and Amity know she’s not fine. It was like if Luz was a candle, she’d been snuffed out and they were only seeing the remaining wisps of smoke. It was jarring to say the least, but after talking it out with Luz and smothering her in affection, Luz does feel better.

As their little Human Realm excursion goes on, Luz watches Willow and Amity interact with the Human world with relative ease and that same twinge in her heart is back. She doesn’t know why she feels so odd about seeing her girlfriends just talk with store clerks or restaurant waitstaff, but something about the whole situation is bothering her and she can’t put her finger on what.

That is until one night towards the end of their little vacation when Willow wakes up at like, 2 in the morning to the sound of sniffling (she and Amity are sharing a blow-up mattress in Luz’s room). The alarm bells go off in her head as she registers what the noise is and looks over at Amity only to see that she’s fast asleep. Which means Luz is crying. Willow gently shakes Amity awake before sitting up and checking to make sure she didn’t mishear anything, but her heart only breaks with what she’s able to see.

Luz is curled up in a tight ball, completely surrounded in her blankets, and shaking so hard Willow could’ve mistaken it for a seizure if she hadn’t heard her crying. Willow scrambles onto Luz’s bed and gently drapes herself over Luz’s shaking form, only to hesitate when Luz almost violently recoils at her touch. Amity is quick to join them on the bed once she’s woken up enough to see that something was wrong. Both girls quietly ask Luz what they can do to help her, but her crying only becomes harsher and she starts shaking her head and pounding her hands to her forehead. Willow has to forcibly hold her hands away to make her stop while Amity fetches Camila.

Camila comes rushing in and turns on the light and just starts muttering in Spanish under her breath and she takes Luz into her arms and holds her, just gently rocking her and running her fingers through her hair and still muttering quiet Spanish. Willow and Amity can only watch, grabbing each other’s hands for any amount of stability because their hearts are shattering at the sight of their girlfriend crying so hard.

After a while, Luz’s crying dies down, but her shaking doesn’t. Camila sighs and asks Amity and Willow if they’d like to sleep in her room for the night, to which they both immediately reject. They want to know what’s going on with Luz and how they can help. They’re terrified for their girlfriend and want to do anything they can to help her. Camila feels her own heart melt at that because wow, these girls really do love Luz.

So she asks them instead if they would like to bring their blankets downstairs to the living room and get set up on the couch while she takes care of Luz. Amity and Willow are reluctant to leave Luz, but this is her mom. If anyone knows how to help her, it’s Camila. So they quietly agree and gather up their pillows and blankets and head downstairs and talk quietly on the couch, holding each other’s hands, going over what could’ve possibly caused Luz to break down in the middle of the night.

Meanwhile, Camila manages to ease Luz into letting go of the death-grip hug she has on her and sit up enough for her to wipe the tears from Luz’s face and ask her what’s wrong. Luz almost starts crying again; it hurts her so much to think about. Not to mention, it’s a dumb fear that she knows shouldn’t bother her but it’s scaring her half to death anyway. Camila just waits for Luz to gather her thoughts, gently fussing over her hair and straightening out her rumpled pajamas until Luz is ready to speak.

Luz admits to her mom that she’s scared of losing Willow and Amity. She tells her about the run in with her old bullies at the mall and what they said about her finding people that “tolerate her existence” and how that hit harder and deeper than it should have. How she can still hear the taunts in her head; about how she probably lied to them in order for them to even bother looking her way or that maybe they were just actresses Luz had hired to make her feel like she was worthy of having a girl on each arm. She knows that shouldn’t bother her because she knows Willow and Amity care about her, she knows none of that is true even in the slightest.

But then she watched them ease seamlessly into navigating the Human Realm and she remembers how long it took for her to even begin to understand the nuances of the Demon Realm and it sort of dawned on her how easily she could be left behind. It would be so easy for them to be able to figure out how the Human world works and to go off on their own adventure together; they’re both ridiculously smart and they have each other, what’s Luz but a tour guide that talks too much? And now they’ve been seen with her in public and if they ever did want to explore more of the human world, they would need to go out of town so they wouldn’t be known as Little Luz-er Noceda’s Fake Girlfriends.

Not to mention that back in the Demon Realm, they’re both known to be smart and powerful witches. Luz still gets odd looks thrown her way as she walks into a new place in the Demon Realm because she’s a Human and Humans Can’t Do Magic. Why would these two beautiful, talented, powerful witches want to be seen with Luz the Human? No matter what world she’s in, Willow and Amity are out of her league and she fears that one day they’ll realize this and just leave her behind.

Camila is absolutely heartbroken at this (and makes a mental note to reach out to that girl’s parents; two years have gone by and their child is still as nasty as ever). She reassures Luz that Willow and Amity care about her so much. She’s seen the way those girls look at Luz when they think she’s not looking and they are so beyond smitten with her. And Camilla’s long since gotten to know these girls. She knows they’re absolute angels with hearts of gold (and would probably die and/or kill for Luz, but that’s a thought Camila keeps sealed away in the darkest corners of her mind). There’s no way either of them think that way and would never leave Luz thinking they were some how better than her or too good for her.

Camila also gently reprimands her for not making these fears known sooner; a whole panic attack could’ve been avoided if Luz had brought this up earlier. Luz finally smiles and admits she went down a sort of intense depressive spiral when they all went to bed earlier that night. She’d been feeling off all week but hadn’t figured out why until it was too late. Camila tells her to go downstairs and talk with her girls; she needs to explain what caused her to have such a fierce panic attack in the middle of the night because they are worried sick. Luz gives her mom a hug and mutters her thanks before she grabs a blanket off her bed and heads downstairs. Camila follows her downstairs but goes to the kitchen instead to start some tea (and maybe check her phone to see if Eda’s up 👀).

When Luz finally comes downstairs, Willow and Amity jump off the couch and approach her to hug her, but remember how badly she reacted earlier and keep their distance while they ask her if she was okay. Just seeing her girlfriends look so worried over her well-being is enough to make Luz’s heart squeeze and she just throws her arms around the both of them and hugs them tightly. They all just stand there quietly for a minute; Willow and Amity are relieved to see Luz is okay enough to be giving them a hug, but they’re still worried about what happened. Eventually Luz pulls away and they all sit down (Luz is sandwiched between her girls and playing with their hands; it’s their go-to comfort seating arrangement) and Luz explains everything she had just explained to her mom.

By the time Luz is done with her explanation, Camila’s bringing out the tea for the girls. She sets down the tray for them and plants a big kiss on Luz’s head and tells her that she’s going to go back to bed, they just need to come get her if they need her. She also gives Willow and Amity big kisses on their heads that makes them all giggle and blush before they all wish her goodnight.

They spend a while going over each of Luz’s fears one by one, reassuring Luz that those fears have no power to them because there’s no way in any realm they’d let something like that happen. They both reassure her of how much they adore her, how much they love her (and both make sure to leave plenty of kisses on her cheeks in between said reassurances), and how nothing would ever change that.

Not to mention her last fear. Amity and Willow out of Luz’s league?? Too out of league for the girl who broke into and out of the Conformitorium twice, who defeated a Puppeteer Demon on her second day on Boiling Isles, who not only get Willow an A+ in a magic track she wasn’t good in but also switched into her magic track specialty on her 5th day on the Boiling Isles; who rediscovered an ancient, long-lost method of performing magic within her first week, while ALSO dealing with an Owl Beast Eda-

And that’s just her first week of living in their Realm. Since then she’s disrupted and completely changed the rigid learning system of their school, defeated several monsters, including the Bat Queen, a Slitherbeast, and GROM, put Boscha of all people so in her place that she’s since sat back and re-examined her entire life, and went face-to-face with Emperor Belos and managed to land a hit on him. Yknow, all within the first month and a half of her living on the Boiling Isles. (With more to add as the show goes on I’m sure)

If anyone is out of anyone’s league, Luz is so far beyond everyone that there was a new level created just for her. It doesn’t matter what some air head bully from the Human Realm thinks of her; she’s literally revolutionized life on the Boiling Isles by simply being the bright, passionate, loving person she is.

Luz is definitely crying by the time they’re done listing everything she’s accomplished. Amity and Willow just snuggle up close to her, kissing her face and her head and maybe her shoulder every so often as they reassure her that they love and admire Luz for who she is and can’t even begin to imagine their lives without her. She never ever needs to worry about them somehow leaving her behind when she’s the one leading the way.

They all end up falling asleep on the couch snuggled up with one another and empty mugs of tea on the coffee table. Camila wakes back up a few hours later and shakes her head at the sight of them; they’re all going to have sore necks when they wake up. But she takes several pictures of them and sends the best ones to Eda. Eda replies almost immediately, informing her of the bet she has going with Lilith and King about how soon after they graduate they all propose to one another and asks her if she wants in on the betting pool. She also comments on how sickeningly sweet those girls are and how she’s about to go puke her guts up and definitely NOT make one of those pictures her scroll background.

[betasuppe]

I sat on the ledge of the building, dangling my feet over the precipice, entertaining some rather dangerous thoughts while looking far down at the pile of trash below that would surely catch my fall.

... if I survived the fall, that is.

I felt some part of me urging myself to slide myself closer to the edge, some building sense of eagerness & excitement, gladly pushing me closer & closer to doing something really dangerous. I don't know why, but I began to slowly inch myself forward. My heart was thudding in my ears & that voice inside my head was getting faster & more excited as I got closer & closer to losing my grip - but I froze at once as I heard someone clear their throat somewhere behind me.

I wasn't alone.

"What the hell are you doing?" The heavy weight of being caught in the act of doing something so wrong sank deep in my gut. "Dear god, Parasite, were you actually about to jump?"

Guilt was weighing heavily on my mind, I didn't want to look back at Obake & see what sort of disapproving glare he would surely be passing my way. Instead, I sank backwards, slowly anchoring myself to my spot on the roof's edge & away from doing something disastrous.

"Uhh, would you believe me if I said no? Cuz, I absolutely was NOT gonna jump - that's just silly!" I heard my own voice, it sounded so jarring playful & energetic considering the grim circumstances. "Why would I do that anyways? That's so stupid! I was just out here getting some fresh air is all & -"

My chest ached as the last syllable left my lips.

"I'm good," I finished, flashing him a huge grin, sticking my tongue out at the end just to make it more like my usual self. "I'm just playing with ya! I knew you were there the whole time!"

Damn, though, it always happened like this!

On my worst nights, I was always too afraid to ask for help & instead pushed everyone away from me, as I was doing yet again tonight. I would cover up my bad mood with some stupid bubbly attitude, which no one had ever been able to see through for what it was- a distraction, that is.

Hopefully, like everyone else, Obake would just accept my words at face value & go away to leave me up to decide my own demise...

I heard him sigh in annoyance & I half expected him to walk away. I closed my eyes & counted slowly, wishing I'd hear his footsteps retreat & he'd just take his leave, so I'd be miserable & alone once again.

Instead, I jolted upright as I heard him approach me & sit down besides me. His shoulder bumped into mine as he leaned over & looked down into the alleyway below. My face flared red as he glanced my way, his classically uninterested expression doing me no good to figure out his true motives.

"That's quite a fall. You'd most certainly die from jumping all the way up here," he said conversationally, casually rolling up his sleeves as he spoke. "Not the most painless way to go, but it could work just the same."

I passed him a confused look. I was honestly surprised. There was no malice, no anger, no accusations or emotion at all as he spoke. He was simply stating facts.

"Yeah? And?" I grumbled, considering taking off one of my shoes & lobbing it at his head as anger took me in the heat of the moment, realizing he might have been mocking me. "Are you trying to accuse me of something, boss?"

"No, no accusations," he replied, still staring over into the dark alleyway below with an entirely too blank expression on his face. "It's just that... I don't think I'd like if you did that," he continued, slowly scrunching up his expression as if he even trying to figure out what he even meant by saying that. "Dying & all that nonsense, I mean."

A weak bit of hope fluttered in my chest. It was barely there, but I could feel it just the same. There was a tightness in my throat & a sudden burning at my eyes as I watched him, trying to figure the madman out.

Was it possible that I had actually found someone who cared even a little bit about me? Someone who would actually miss me when I was gone?

No, honestly, it was just crazy to even imagine! He didn't care. He was just playing some game with me, as per the usual. This was just another chance for him to try to confuse me or lure me into passivity so that he could have me in his clutches & -

"I don't want to see you like this," he stated rather matter of factly as he locked his gaze with me, his hand gently taking ahold of mine while he spoke. "I don't like when you're in pain. How... how can I help you?"

I felt my eyes welling up & I took a shakey breath to steady myself before I would burst out crying besides him.

But instead, my god damn need to cover up my weakness came smashing through my true emotions as I laughed obnoxiously & snatched my hand from out of his grip.

"Oh, that's good! You really got me there, boss! Thought you actually cared - too funny!" I made it look like I was wiping away a fake tear as I rubbed away at my burning eye. "Nice one, Obake! That was really -"

"Stop it, Parasite!" I winced at his stern voice cut me off, easily killing my happy facade in a second. "Stop doing that - that fake laughing thing! I can't stand when you do that - as if I can't see straight through you when you're like that..."

I shrunk back from him, suddenly feeling as though all of my emotional walls & boundaries that had been keeping me safe since I was a kid were broken down at once. Could... could he always see through my lies? I fidgeted with my fingers as my worries pelted me. At once, he collected himself & sighed deeply, rubbing at his temple as if he had a headache coming in.

"Sorry, I... I meant to say that you don't have to lie to me. Just... please tell me the truth or how I can help you." He exchanged a tired look with me, his eyes piecing through my own as I attempted to formulate a response. "I can't help you if you keep lying."

"Well... to start, I don't really like being called Parasite. It's not the nicest thing to call someone," I joked, quickly looking anywhere but at Obake's face. "But, you know..."

"Well, what may I call you?" He asked gently. "What works for you?"

"How about my name? My real name?" I gulped harshly before continuing. "Kei, that is. My name is Kei."

He suddenly smiled at me in a way that he could have easily convinced me that he hadn't already pulled my personal records ages ago. "Alright, Kei. I can do that," he insisted, his hand folding over mine again.

We sat there for a few moments without saying anything, our hands just gripping tightly onto the other like we had become each other's tether to the real world.

"Soooooo..." he cleared his throat before glancing back over at me, his expression was something devious at best. "Unless your dating profile is no longer up to date, you enjoy hot chocolate & walking around the city at night, if that is correct?"

I felt my cheeks flushing as I covered my face with my free hand. Of course he had done his research & found the one & only dating profile I had ever made from back before I started my whole mind controlling leech gig & when I was still trying to do the normal lifestyle thing. I winced as I looked at him through the gaps in my fingers, a harmless crooked smile was pulling across his features as the cringe factor weighed heavily down on me. I hated that he could look so effortlessly handsome, even while I sat here as a suicidal & rather dumpy mess besides him.

"Ugh, you actually found that?" I groaned in earnest. "God, what a nightmare!! I could've sworn I deleted that account like a year or two ago & -"

"You did," he cut me off, his eyes giving off a dangerously playful gleam. "But once it's out there in the web, it's ALWAYS out there. Easy enough to track down, for those who know how..."

"That's good, I thought that maybe you'd..." I chuckled nervously as he gave me an inquisitive stare. "Oh, it's nothing."

"Nothing? Really? As a matter of fact I think it is something, after all... What, Kei? Could you be considering the possibility that you & I had matched on some dreadful little dating app some time ago? & that, what? Perhaps I had memorized your entire profile? In case we ever met one day? Because that's just silliness, of course." He grinned wolfishly at me as I tried to figure him out. Unfortunately, it was nearly impossible to tell if he was being serious or just trying to mess with me again.

"You... you didn't though... right?" I laughed weakly as he stepped away from the ledge & pulled himself upright, dragging me along with him. "Cuz that makes you sound really, really crazy, in the not good way, boss."

"Come along, Kei. Let's go get something to warm our weary bones," he said with a hum, completely ignoring my last comment.

"This conversation isn't over," I playfully punched him in the arm and he smirked knowingly at me. "You've still got some 'splainin' to do."

"Sure, sure, sure. But, let's get some chocolate first." He began leading me far away from the ledge, some odd sense of safety falling over me as his hand held onto mine.

"And I believe you once recommended a little place on Vinton Street some time ago, saying it was one of your favorite little hole in the wall shops unless I'm mistaken?" He looked over to me expectantly, obviously waiting for a reaction on my side.

"Ha, ha, I get it! You did your research on me & now you're just showing off, Mr Tech Superstar," I stuck out my tongue at him as we started making our way downstairs, heading towards the street. "Now shut up & let's get some drinks."

I jolted at once as his hand shifted in mine, & he slowly interlaced his fingers with mine. I sighed - feeling a bit defeated, quite hopeful & a whole lot exhausted - & rest my head against his arm, desperate to hide the growing blush on my face as I felt unbelievably more & more comfortable in the hands of a madman. "I think we both could use a break."

He shrugged easily, a small smile still lit up over his face. "I'm not about to argue with that, my dear. Just glad we're finally getting in one together."

[catgrump]

Hajime with a soft/chubby s/o?

Ye!!! It’s Representation Time! We’re also taking it back to College AU cuz I like College AU; sue me (please don’t)

I chose a “First Date” scenario! I hope it’s a good one!

🌻🌻🌻

When you first swiped right on this guy you’ve seen around campus, you didn’t expect the “it’s a match!” notification to appear instantly

He already swiped right on you

You talk on the app for a few days, and notice that he’s different than the other men you’ve matched with

He’s the only one who hasn’t made a comment about your body.

After giving him your number, he invites you to his place for a home-cooked dinner and a movie. Sounds great.

The day of, you let some friends know “I’m meeting up with this guy; his name is Hajime; he seems really cool; here’s his address just in case” but you assure them you have a feeling everything is going to be great

You arrive at his apartment, and he’s hotter in person. He smiles when he looks at you. “Y/N, it’s great to finally see you.”

There’s a warmth radiating from him that makes you feel at ease when you enter. The smells from the kitchen and the flickering of candlelight from the dining room simultaneously make you even more nervous and more at ease. He’s pulling out all the stops.

He compliments you as he shows you inside, “Your outfit looks great on you, by the way.”

As you sit and eat the meal he’s cooked, your conversation just flows naturally. You both have trouble pausing your thoughts to throughly chew, so there’s a lot of hands covering mouths as you excitedly move from topic to topic

Then comes the part you’ve been both waiting for and dreading: watching a movie.

When you meet up with someone from a dating app, if you want to “watch a movie” everyone knows there’s an expectation of what that really means

Very little movie-watching.

You sat on the couch with tension all through out your body as he sets everything up. You folded your hands in your lap, squeezing them to avoid your legs shaking from nerves

He sits down right next to you, and he has a smile on his face, but you can’t help notice his right leg bouncing. He’s got the same nervous tick. He’s nervous too? You think

He drapes his arm across your back, and you feel like an anvil was just lifted off your chest. This gives you permission to sit closer, resting your head against his shoulder. “Is this okay, Y/N?”

You let him know it definitely is.

As the movie continues, your thoughts are racing. Does he really like me? He’s not just faking being nice, right? I really hope this won’t turn into fetishization.

He turns and looks at you, removing his hand from your back and placing it on your own hand

“You okay? If I’m making you uncomfortable, please let me know; that’s the last thing I want,” he has concern in his eyes

You’ve been hurt before. People you’ve talked with on dating apps have seemingly made you a target for unsolicited advice and rude comments... almost always about your body. Hajime has been nothing but polite and kind, and you’re just waiting for the disappointment that will ultimately come.

“Why did you match with me, Hajime? Please, be honest.” It took all your courage to ask him that

He chuckled a bit, surprising you, “What do you mean?” He avoided eye contact and his face was turning red, “It’s not obvious?”

You felt your heart start to break. You could feel what was coming; you’ve heard it all before: ‘I love folks who have more meat on their bones’, ‘Curvy people are sexier’, ‘I’d love to take you to the gym with me sometime’—

“— You’re really cute and seemed like a cool person.”

You must’ve expressed your confusion outwardly, because now Hajime looks visibly nervous— as opposed to the Cool Guy persona he was trying to portray

“Did I say something wrong?” Hajime asked, “You told me to be honest—“

“No, I just...” you started, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What do you mean?”

You explain to him that people who look like you have a lot of trouble on dating apps, and you talk about why that is.

He squeezed your hand a little tighter when he replied, “I’m really sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

“Yeah, it’s really shitty.”

“I mean, yeah, your body is a part of You, and I recognize that,” he continued, “but you’re also more than a body. I was hoping I would get to know every aspect of you, you know?”

You smile. He’s trying. He’s sincere.

Taking a risk, you lean in and give him a quick kiss on the lips. The adrenaline rushes over both of you as he pulls you back for more.

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i don’t wanna miss a thing | stark! reader

hey guys! this was requested a while ago, just got up to it <3

word count: 1.9k 

Request: You are Stark's daughter and whenever he pisses you off you go over to Peter's house to chill out without Stark knowing and Aunt May loves you. Can be a oneshot or headcanon I'm not picky love ♡

    "Dad, seriously?" you shouted, a mixture of a whine and anger, standing at your dad's heels as he walked away from you.

    "Dead serious," he whipped around on his heels to face you and stared you down, and you folded your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes. Of course Tony noticed, and he furrowed his brows. "And enough with the attitude. Your eyes are-"

     "Gonna get stuck there, yeah, I know," you completed his sentence for him - how could you not, when he'd been saying that to you since you were a child? But if anything, he was to blame for your supposed attitude problem. Attitude was practically built into Stark blood.

    "You're being a little brat. Don't you start," Tony warned, and by the look in his eyes, he was dead serious.  

    Tony had this thing where he didn't like when you complained about not getting what you wanted because- "look around!" he'd say, "what more is there to ask for? He just didn't want you falling privy to the spoiled rich brat trope, which you appreciated, but you both knew you weren't anything like that. And anyways, you still felt like you reserved the right to complain. Like right now, he was telling you that you couldn't go out for your friend's birthday trip to Cape Cod on the weekend because of "family stuff." When did you ever have family things? It was really just you and Tony and your mom - and the Parkers, since you counted them as family. Peter Parker was your close friend, and that was before he became Spiderman. Him being Spiderman now, and working with your dad, was just a small plus.

    "This is so unfair," you muttered, scoffing as you turned around and headed for the door.

    "Don't you talk under your breath!" Tony called after you, and since he couldn't see you, you rolled your eyes hard. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

    Tony's voice was cut off by the sound of you closing the door shut, and walking out onto the cobblestone streets. You'd get on the train and go the only place you ever went when your dad pissed you off - Peter's apartment in Queens. You loved Tony, but sometimes, you just needed a break.

    Walking into Peter's apartment, it was like a wave of calm rushed over you. You'd already relaxed some on the train ride over there, but actually being at his place granted you a homey feeling like no other. You could be with your friend and May, and Tony had no idea. It was your oasis, your home away from home. When you knocked on the door, there was a loud bang, then a:

    "Coming!" from Aunt May, whose voice you instantly recognized.

The door swung open, and you were greeted by the sight of May, who was very clearly frazzled but trying to appear put together. She lost the facade upon seeing you though, and groaned quite honestly,

     "Ugh, YN, I'm glad it's you. I'm a mess right now. Come in, Peter's in his room!"

    "Hey, Aunt May," you grinned, glad to see a friendly face, and she drew you in for a hug before you walked in, closing the door behind you.

May had a big kitchen glove on her hand and her apron was halfway done, the straps slouching down her shoulders. There were also bits of flour in her hair, and the smell of the smoke wafting from the kitchen was somewhere between burning and delicious. She noticed the confused look on your face and laughed, shaking her head with a wave of her hand,

    "Tryna bake. Yeah, turns out the emergency room doesn't train you in... baking mishaps."

You laughed,

     "Don't worry, me and Peter'll help you."

    "No need, hon', just make yourself at home, I'll figure something out. It's good to see- shit," May swore, catching a whiff of the smoke drifting into the living room from the kitchen.

    She ran off, and you shook your head playfully, making your way to Peter's room instead. You knew his apartment like clockwork, you'd been there so many times. You didn't only go when Tony pissed you off, but if that had been the case, you still would've been there a hell of a lot of times. You knocked on Peter's door and he answered, telling you to come in. He was sat on the edge of his bed, headphones in his ears, scrolling through his phone. When he looked up to see you, his face shifted in pleasant surprise. He took one earbud out and smiled up at you,

    "Oh, hey YN. What's up?"

    You smiled and leaned against his open doorframe, glad to see yet another friendly face.

    "Dad drama," you said.

    "Again?" Peter questioned, and he waved his hand in the air, beckoning you to him. You sat on the bed next to him as he showed you the song he was listening to on his phone. "Add it to your playlist."

    "Pete, you listen to the weirdest music," you chuckled, shaking your head- but you added the song to your playlist anyway.

    "It's not weird," Peter frowned. "Probably better than Black Sabbath."

    Your eyes widened playfully and you grinned, knowing that you were the topic of his teasing.

    "Don't say that around my dad."

    Peter's face went red and he seemed to recoil just at the idea of what would happen if he dissed Black Sabbath in front of your dad, who was the number one Black Sabbath fan.

    "Don't have to tell me twice."

You and Peter hung around in his room for a while. You didn't have much to talk about, but Peter could go on and on about his nerdy interests. You kind of just followed him around his room while he showed you all the new stuff that he was working on. It gave you a sense of peace to be around him. He was different from most of your friends, who could sometimes fit the "spoiled brat" stereotype that Tony so faithfully worked for you to avoid. So you liked listening to Pete ramble on about legos and Star Wars - it got you out of your head and made you forget about whatever stupid thing your dad had annoyed you over.

   "And that's the entire plot of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back," Pete said, sitting back in his computer chair while you observed his action figures on the shelf beside his desk, picking up a miniature Jar Jar Binks.

    "Hey, Pete?"

    "Hm?" he hummed.

    "Your aunt's baking... or trying to bake. Should we help her?"

    "Crap," Pete facepalmed, shaking his head. "I should've known. Come on, let's save Aunt May."

     The two of you sauntered into the kitchen where May had her back against the fridge, oven mitts to her face in pure despair. She shook her head sadly upon seeing the both of you, and gestured over to the burnt baked goods on the stovetop.

    "Remind me to never cook again."

    "Don't worry Aunt May, we'll help you," you reassured her, looking up at the kitchen clock. "'S only 3 PM. We've got time."

    "Ugh, I knew I loved you for a reason," May said, and both you and Peter helped her up off the ground. May put a loving hand on your shoulder, a smile on her face. "You're like the child I never had."

    "Hey!" Peter whined, making both you and May chuckle.

    "Works every time," you said, smirking.

You, May, and Peter spent the next few hours baking - it was a trial and error process, especially because May refused to use box mix. She felt it was important that she broaden her horizons and actually learn something new. But at some point, you finished, with flying colors. An array of brownies, cookies, and various baked goods lay before you. And besides, it had been a fun few hours - anything you did with May and Peter was always beyond ordinary. It was more of a dance party than anything else, Peter blasting his "weird" music which you not-so-secretly enjoyed anyway.

    May ordered takeout as well, because "I'm not even going to actually try to cook anything", and invited you to stay for dinner. You figured why not, but knew that it would be smart to get back to your dad afterwards. So once you said your goodbyes to the Parkers, you hopped back on the train to your house.

    "Nice to see you're back," said Friday as you entered the passcode, the gate to your house opening.

    "Missed ya, Friday."

You walked up the steps and opened the door - to your confusion, you were met with the sound of loud music. You were a bit frightened at first - Tony played his music all the time, but the house appeared to be empty, and you had to be alert of threats at all times, even though Tony took care of you without trouble. Then, you realized that you recognized the song, and that you could hear Tony singing from the living room, waiting for you to come to him.                                            

    You hung your head when you saw your dad standing on the couch, arms outstretched and his head flung back as he made a performance out of the song, singing and dancing along. And of course, the song was none other than "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith. And you were his audience. The music rang in your ears and your dad's singing was horrendous, but you couldn't help but laugh. If this was his way of asking for forgiveness, you'd accept.

    He pointed at you, and holding a fake mic in his hands shouted the words,

    "Even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, 'cuz I miss you babe, and I don't wanna miss a thing!"

    You just folded your arms and watched your dad make a fool of himself, but you couldn't lie - it was endearing. Tony Stark was nothing if not a drama queen, and he couldn't help but make a show out of everything, including his apologies. You watched him take a few more gratuitous moments, singing along to the classic song and dancing around, pleading with you.

     Eventually, he hopped off the couch and glided over to you, a crease in his brows as he fake pouted,

      "Missed ya."

     "Missed you too, dad," you smirked, leaning in for the hug that he was offering.

    He knew he pissed you off sometimes - he didn't grovel for your forgiveness, but he knew when he should at least apologize. As much as you and your dad argued, it was no mistake that your love was unconditional.

    ��"Forgive me?" he asked, gazing down at you, and you smiled.

     "Honestly, I forgot all about it," you chuckled, and Tony grinned.

     "Where do you go when you're mad at me anyway?" Tony asked, and as much as you were glad your whereabouts were unknown, you were surprised Tony hadn't just figured it out by now.

    "That's confidential," you reached up and kissed his cheek, even though he had narrowed his eyes at you, distrusting.

      "I'll figure it out," he called after you as you headed further into the house to get to your room.

     "Don't!" you called out.

As always, you couldn't stay mad at your dad for long.

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Hello again! Thanks for the first scenario, I really loved your way of writing! Can i have a new scenario where Takeshi and his s/o broke up for whatever reason and they discover (thanks to lambo's bazooka) that they re married in the future, so they try to make it work again? 😅 I m sorry if it s too specific ahah And don t hesitate to stop me cuz otherwise i ll keep requesting things again and again and again 🤣

Aaaah~ thank you it’s so nice of you and don’t worry, I don’t mind requests! *.*  But.. I hope you’ll not hate me with this one... I realized I took it the wrong way and it’s not what you were waiting for. I’am so sorry ! I’ll try again if you want to!🙇

Yamamoto

Takeshi loved you, from the bottom of his heart, it wasn’t a secret nor for you, nor for anyone, the good news was that you were feeling the exact same way, the bad one is that you weren’t the only one.

Your feelings evolved quickly since you had first met him, as for him, well, Yamamoto being Yamamoto.. he was sweet, nice, caring and charming, it’s his nature after all and he’s made out of gentleness and perfection.

A complicated situation, because you were sure there were no distinctions between you and the others, it was slightly painful when your feelings became clearer but it was hard to push this ball of sunshine away, so you just suffered from the whole thing while that dork needed your green light to make a move on you.

When he asked you out few months ago, you didn’t really realized what was happening. «Was it a joke? Did he really felt that way? Why me?».  The relationship could have been perfect, he made you laugh, you made his heart thumped hard in his chest each time he saw your smile, unfortunately, Yamamoto was still Yamamoto, sweet, nice, caring and charming, with everyone, for everyone.

Rare was the time the two of you could share some intimate time in public places, girls revolved around him like flies around a jam jar and he wasn’t aware of the hard flirt they were, so he didn’t push them away.

He finally understood how it affected you, he did his best to kiss away your doubts, your fears, about him, your relationship, but the worse were about you and it killed him to see you so sad.

He was constantly on the lookout, stressed that he might do something that could hurt you, and it was  the last straw that breaks the camel’s back, you couldn’t accept to put him in this situation, to change him, because you loved him for who he was, and according to you, he didn’t deserve that.

You took the hurtful decision to stop the relationship, he wasn’t okay with this, you didn’t let him the choice anyways, ignoring his large numbers of calls, avoiding him and his so desperate big honey eyes. On his side, he didn’t know what to do, he would have done everything for you to come back, to make you smile again and again, you couldn’t leave him because of ‘this’ right ? It had to be something else, did you..really loved him in the first place?

As he was mulling over all of this on Tsuna’s bed, a click of the door was heard and he looked back in this direction, your direction, you entered the room agitated, and you tripped on your own feet just in front of him. The three apples tall spotted tornado appeared, running behind you with a bang, a purple bazooka came flying right in your direction, you were both engulfed in a pinky smoke, a wave of heat running around you then – Pouf.

You hesitated to open your eyes at first, nuzzling reassuringly on the soft fabric next your head, the delicate perfume you loved so much tickling your sens when you realized two arms were securely around your form to protect you. Yamamoto didn’t let you go and you lifted your head slowly, the tip of your nose against his neck.

It was an awkward situation, it had been weeks since you didn’t exchange a word, and here he was, surrounding you in a protective embrasse as if nothing had changed. You both jumped a bit when you took conscience of the proximity, eyeing around you with a fake interest.

Here you were, sitting on a large comfy bed, in a well decorated room and unlike Takeshi, scratching the back of his head with no intention to move, you got out of the bed, exploring excitedly around. You took a look at the opened dressing room, taking in your hand one of your favorite shirt

«WOH ! I still have it! It’s reassuring to know it’ll still fit in ten years!»

Your laugh. Yamamoto felt his heart clenched, it felt like an eternity since he heard it, and it warmed his chest in a way only you know how to. A smile came to his lips quickly replaced by a frown, and he let his head fall bitterly on the night stand

«Oh hey! It’s my baseball signed by Ichirō Suzuki !»

You both frozed, item in hands, and you crossed googly eyes in a mecanic movments, did that mean..

The heavy smoke was back, as you in Tsuna’s room, you didn’t stop looking his way and he was searching for your gaze. You couldn’t deny the sparke of hope meandering in your guts, were all of your fears not justified? Could it be that your love was so powerful that you could overcome this crisis which seems impassable at the moment.

Your thoughts were interupted by two hands coming to your cheeks, bringing you back to reality, gleaming hues and perfect smile on a face inches of yours. Takeshi’s lips were so close you could sensed his breath, it was so hard to not be tempted and close the distance in a kiss you both wanted. He pulled you out of your transe once more and in a whisper, he said

«I’am glad I succeed to make you change your mind, I don’t know how, I don’t know when but I promise you that I’ll fight with all I have to secure this future!»

[girls-scenarios]

With a Twist of the Wrist

Idol: Nakyung (fromis_9)

Prompt: It's OK to not working on my Halloween prompts cuz I also forgot about that after that long time XD Thx for re-doing my request again lol Anyway I'd wanna request the same thing I did last time: Witch AU! with fromis_9 Nakyung with the following dialogue: Nakyung: "Hnggg why my love spell doesn't work???" Me the human dude: "First time?" Another thanks!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I just ended up turning this into a regular scenario. It took me a while to come up with something for this prompt but I hope you like what I came up with? Also I made the reader gender-neutral.

♡ Tip Jar♡

Nakyung was by no means experienced with casting spells. Her mother had only recently told her that she was a witch, since the magic power had just started to show, so she was still learning. However, she wasn’t used to a magic spell doing... nothing. Usually if she cast a spell wrong, it made something else happen instead, such as turning a glass of water into slime instead of lemonade. She’d never seen a spell just not work before. Not until now.

She’d wandered into the local craft shop owned by her mother’s friend late one evening after school, bored and needing supplies for her training. Just that morning, she’d been working on spells with her mother, and as she went over the spells in her head, she remembered one in particular: a love spell. When she’d asked about it, her mother had shook her head and flipped the page.

“No need to learn that one, it only brings trouble.”

But Nakyung was naturally curious, and she couldn’t held it. As she neared the counter where you stood with your back to her, she pulled out her wand and took a deep breath. What had the spell been again?

“Amorem ardeo,” she whispered under her breath, twisting her wand like she’d read to do. For a moment, she waited with bated breath, only for nothing to happen. Blinking, she tried it again. Nothing. She’d half been expecting you to turn into a toad or something, but not a single thing had happened. “Why isn’t this working?” Huffing, she looked down at her wand, just as you turned around from your counting, a smile on your face.

“First time?”

“Huh?” She looked up at you, her eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking if it’s your first time trying to cast a love spell.” There was a playful smile on your face and she flushed, waving her hand not holding the wand.

“Um, it’s not what it looks like! I was just curious and wanted to try the spell, it’s not like I wanted you to fall for me or anything!” She knew she was blushing hard, and she only felt more embarrassed when you laughed.

“I get it. But I was asking if it was your first time because your form seems all wrong. I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“I’m Nakyung.” She paused. Raised her eyebrows. “Wait what?”

“Well, I’m not a wizard or anything, so I don’t know for sure. But my brother who owns the place is, and I’ve learned enough from him to say that it looks like your form was off. As in, you weren’t holding the wand correctly.”

She frowned at her wand, confused. “But even if I wasn’t holding it correctly, it should have done something to you. Especially if you’re just human.”

“Ouch,” you said, putting your hand to your chest with a fake wounded sigh. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she stayed quiet. “But that’s probably because of this.” You pulled an amulet from your shirt, and she recognized it immediately.

“Isn’t that one of those protector amulets?”

“Right. It protects me from any sort of spell. So even if your love spell had been cast correctly, it wouldn’t have affected me. Sorry.” You flashed her a smile and she flushed again.

“I-it’s not like I was really trying to make anything happen!” She sighed, looking down at her wand again, testing the weight in her hand. “I guess I’m just no good at this witch stuff. I can almost never get spells to work correctly, and I can’t even sense if someone’s human or not.”

“Aren’t you new to this?”

“Well, yes, but-.”

“Hey, not everyone is good off the bat. It took my brother three years to learn to ride a broom, and I didn’t even get the magic genes from our mom. But,” you gave her a reassuring smile, different than the teasing one you’d sent her earlier. “Now he’s great at magic and wizardry. He even owns his own specialty shop. So you just have to keep at it.”

“You really think so?” She still felt apprehensive, but some part of her wanted to trust you. “I just can’t seem to get used to the wand.”

“I mean, if you have the extra time, I might be able to help you.”

Help? A human? She wasn’t sure how that was possible. “Really?”

“Really. I didn’t get any of the genes, but I’ve been helping my brother and guests for years, and I got a lot of basic stances down.”

“Well...” She wasn’t getting anywhere on her own. It wouldn’t hurt to try. “Okay. When do you want to meet?”

“How does tomorrow around closing sound?”

“I can do that.”

-

For some reason, Nakyung felt nervous throughout the day as she waited to meet up with you. She’d hardly been able to get you out of her mind, but she wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was your smile, or the way you laughed, or her anticipation of any teasing that was sure to come, but her heart wouldn’t stop skipping a beat and her brain wouldn’t stop supplying her with fantasies about how the night might go.

She tried not to think too much about it.

When the time finally came around to leave, she grabbed her wand and some of her supplies that she thought she might need and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Her mom asked, raising her eyebrows as she tended to the plants near the window. Nakyung wondered if she should make something up for a second before remembering that this was a business arrangement, nothing more.

“Just over to the shop. One of the clerks there offered to help me with some spells. They said my stance is all wrong.”

Her mother let out a laugh. “They have that right. Have fun, I hope you learn something!” She waved, and Nakyung flushed from embarrassment as she stepped out the door. She could do this! She was going to fix her stance no matter what!

The night was chilly, but clear and still, and she looked up at the stars as she walked, watching her breath curl away. Determination swelled in her chest, almost making her forget about her nervousness until you opened the door and it came crashing back, making her palms sweat like crazy and her cheeks flush.

“Ready?” You asked with a crook of your eyebrow, and she swallowed before she nodded. She couldn’t back out now.

“Ready. And thank you again.”

“Don’t worry about it!”

-

It became routine to meet every time you were closing up the shop in order for her to practice her stance. For a human, you knew a lot about magic. In fact, she felt like you knew more about magic than her mother, a witch, did.

“It’s all in the twist of the wrist,” you told her confidently, pointing out the drawing in the book before demonstrating it yourself with a fake wand. “With the twist or flick of a wrist, you can change the world around you. But if you don’t get the twist or flick exactly right, you can cause disaster.”

She tried her best to take in everything that you said, despite her nervous heart and the attraction to you beginning to grow in her chest. She was there to learn, after all. She didn’t have time to catch feelings.

-

“Do you ever feel, I don’t know, weird? Because the rest of your family are witches and wizards but you aren’t?” It was a question she’d wanted to ask you since she first heard your story, and one night as the two of you packed up, she mustered all her courage to ask it. You laughed softly, as if the question brought back bittersweet memories.

“It is weird. I kept waiting and waiting for my magic, but it never came. When I was younger, I resented the rest of my family. But now I’m okay with it. I have to be. I mean, there’s a lot of hiding and lying that comes with being a wizard. My brother had to go through a lot when we were younger trying to hide it, so my life was a lot easier than his. I got to be normal.” You shrugged. “Sure, it would be nice to gain the ability to use magic, but I’m okay without it. And my family doesn’t treat me any differently. I still get to work around it here, and that’s fun. I’m happy with myself. I think being human is cool.”

She stared at you with awe and admiration and wondered if she’d be able to say the same. “I think you’re cool too,” she said, and she meant it.

-

It was impossible not to catch feelings. The two of you had plenty in common, and she loved your laugh. Every time she saw you, she found more things to like about you, and eventually, she had to just admit to herself that she’d fallen and fallen hard. What was she going to do now? If she confessed now, would it make it look like she’d purposefully tried to hit you with a love spell before? Would it seem like she’d purposely gotten you to work with her? Her worries kept her up at night, making her wonder what she could do to make the situation less awkward.

The biggest issue was that she didn’t know if you would even want to return her feelings. She wasn’t sure she could face rejection. Not after all this time.

-

The day she got her stance right and finally cast the love spell on the shop cat, then the reverse spell right afterwards, she should have felt relief. Instead, she felt her gut sink as you clapped, grinning proudly.

“You finally did it! I’m so proud of you, Nakyung!”

“You are?” She tried to smile as she brought down her wand, but it was hard. Now that she knew how to flick her wrist and follow the exact directions, you no longer needed to help her. This meant no more nights spent alone with you in the shop, laughing and talking about everything until she had to go home. She didn’t want it to end.

“I am! You don’t even need my help anymore, that was perfect. You’ve got it down.”

She let out a small laugh as she watched the old cat blink in confusion for a moment, then waddle off towards his bed unfazed. She had felt bad about casting the spell on him, but you’d reminded her that the love spell wouldn’t work on you, and assured her that the cat wouldn’t mind, since he was used to spells flying around him at all times. Sure enough, he didn’t seem to care, and she was glad. At least someone wasn’t leaving with a broken heart.

“I finally did it, huh. I guess this means the end of our arrangement.”

You face seemed to fall a bit. “Oh, you’re right. I guess there’s nothing else I can really teach you now.” The two of you stood in silence, watching as the cat rolled over and began to snore.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” She didn’t know where the confidence came from, but her feelings surged up as she looked at you, and she couldn’t hold them in anymore. She was tired of it. So, staring at the floor, she let them come out. “I like you. In a romantic way. Sorry.”

“Wat, why are you apologizing?” Your response made her jerk her head up, and when she saw your face, you were flushed.

“Um, I know it seems weird and all, since you were helping me with a love spell.”

“I didn’t think of it that way, I promise.” You swallowed, and she watched as you grew more red, glancing at the cat and then back to her. “Um, I think I like you too.”

A smile appeared on her lips and she tilted her head. “You think?”

“I-I would like to ask you on a date. If that’s okay. So we can get to know each other more.”

The smile widened as her heart skipped a beat. “That’s more than okay with me. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

It was your turn to grin happily, rubbing at the back of your neck and laughing. Had anyone looked into the window, they would have seen two people staring at each other with matching silly smiles, love-struck under the moonlight as if under a spell. But no spell was needed for this feeling she felt in her chest.

 “How does tomorrow night sound for dinner?’

“That sounds wonderful. I can’t wait!”

[hot-wiings]

Satisfied - Hamilton Musical

Helpless Part Two 

Tip Jar 

[Edited: 10-26-19]

Alright, alright. That's what I'm talkin' about! Now everyone, give it up for the maid of honour Angelica Schuyler! A toast to the groom! (To the groom! To the groom! To the groom!) To the bride! (To the bride! To the bride! To the bride!) From your sister. (Angelica! Angelica! Angelica!) Who is always by your side! (By your side! By your side!) To your union. (To the union! To the revolution!) And the hope that you provide. (Provide, to provide) And may you always (Always...) Be Satisfied. Rewind– Rewind– Rewind– Rewind– I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days. I remember those soldier boys tripping over themselves to win our praise. I remember that dreamlike candlelight. Like a dream that you can't quite place. But Alexander, I'll never forget the first time I saw your face.

Touya put on the best fake smile he could conjure up. It wasn't a hard task. All his life he’d been putting up fake smiles. Around his fuck-chump of a father, who never gave a shit about him. Around his younger siblings, whom he wished he could protect from his father. He had to put up a fake smile when his father put his mother in a facility. 

Touya imagined when his little brother got married he would be happy for him. But he couldn't be. Not when he was irrevocably in love with the very woman his brother was marrying. 

Touya had to keep reminding himself that he just had to get through the night. Just one night. It was Shoto’s wedding night and he deserved to be happy. Touya could set aside his feelings for one night, then he could leave. 

He had already gotten through the ceremony. Being the best man, he stood by his brother's side as you and Shoto said your I-Dos. He even did his job as the best man. He made sure that everything was perfect. If that meant keeping his mouth shut while the minister asked for any objections, then so be it, he would be quiet. 

Now, he just needed to give his toast as the older brother. He just needed to eat one meal and have a few drinks. Then he would have no reason to stay. Then he could leave and go back to his apartment. Far away from the happy newlyweds. 

Touya stepped up to the stage to give his toast. His eyes were cast down. He knew if he saw your eyes or Shoto’s eyes, he would feel sick. He would feel regretful for introducing you to each other. But he couldn't let himself do that. 

“A toast to the bride! To the groom! From your brother, who is always by your side. To your union, and the hope you provide. May you always be satisfied.”

Touya looks into your eyes knowing this will be the last time he sees them. The flashbacks they brought pained his eyes. 

I have never been the same. Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame. And when you said "Hi." I forgot my dang name. Set my heart aflame, every part aflame. This is not a game. "You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied." "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. You forget yourself." "You're like me. I'm never satisfied." "Is that right?" "I have never been satisfied." "My name is Angelica Schuyler." "Alexander Hamilton." "Where's your family from?" "Unimportant. There's. a million things I haven't done. Just you wait, just you wait..." So so so— So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It's the feeling of freedom, of seeing' the light. It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right? The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes. 

Touya was conversing with people from. It was his job as the eldest Todoroki sibling. He had to go talk to people and be social. Make the Todoroki family look like they were nice and happy. 

He turned around breaking away from the person he was previously conversing with, only to knock into a girl.

“Sorry.”

You looked at him with a soft smile. When Touya's eyes met yours, he became putty in your hands. You were beautiful and he was speechless. But it wasn't just that. something about your eyes was mesmerizing. They drew him in. He wanted to know every detail about you.  

“It's alright. Don’t take this the wrong way but you strike me as a man who has never been satisfied.” 

He had never been satisfied. He never pursued the life if a hero due to a disapproving father. He never pursued college but rather stayed at home to take care of his siblings in the absence of his mother. Touya never did anything for himself.

“I'm sure I don't know what you mean.”

“You're like me. I'm never satisfied.” 

“Is that right?” 

“I have never been satisfied.” 

With every word, you drew him in.

“My name is Touya Todoroki.”

“[Y/N] [L/N].”

Despite drawing you in, Touya had common sense. He couldn't pursue something that his father would try to rip away. 

“Where's your family from?” 

“Unimportant. There are a million things I haven't done yet.” 

You made Touya feel so satisfied. He wanted to be satisfied. He wanted you to make him feel satisfied. You were penniless and came from a family his father would never approve above. He didn't care. He wanted you anyway. You were the one thing he was willing to disobey his father over. 

Everything we said in total agreement. It's a dream and it's a bit of a dance. A bit of a posture, it's a bit of a stance. He's a bit of a flirt, but I'm-ma give it a chance. I asked about his family, did you see his answer? His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance. He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants. Handsome, boy, does he know it! Peach fuzz, and he can't even grow it! I wanna take him far away from this place then I turn and see my sister's face and she is. "Helpless..." And I know she is "Helpless..." And her eyes are just. "Helpless..." And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time. "Where are you taking me?" "I'm about to change your life." "Then, by all means, lead the way." Number one! I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no sons so I'm the one who has to social climb for one. So I'm the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City Is insidious.

Touya poured himself a glass of punch. He parted from you to get a drink, besides, it would look immoral to spend the entire evening with you. At least that's how his father and his coworkers would view it. 

Shoto tugged on Touya's arm and Touya looked into his brother's eyes. They were bright and excited. He was happy for the first time in what felt like forever. 

“Who’s that girl?”

Touya softly smiled in your direction. ‘My future wife,’ he wanted to say. But he couldn't just say that to his brother like that with dozens of people around them. 

“[Y/N] [L/N]. She has a healing quirk. It’s better than Recovery Girl’s quirk.”

Touya wanted to say much more. He wanted to say the intimate things you just talked about. How you shared your hopes and dreams. But he didn't. He didn't talk about how he knew he was in love with you. Maybe that was his mistake. 

“She’s beautiful. How do I talk to her?”

Touya bit his lip and lightly chuckled. The irony. His brother wanted the girl he wanted. What kind of twisted fate was this? He wanted to tell Shoto that he wanted you, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. One look into Shoto’s eyes and he saw the pure adoration and happiness. 

Three things became obvious to Touya at that moment:

#1. He is the eldest Todoroki sibling. As the oldest, he is supposed to marry a rich woman who can birth many children to help success his father's name. [Y/N] [L/N] would not birth many children due to being a busy hero, nor was she rich. 

#2. Enji would just move on from Touya to a different child. Even if Touya married for love, his younger siblings would be forced to marry for status. 

#3. Shoto was a hero, who loved his siblings. If Touya told him about his love for [Y/N], Shoto would step aside. He would silently sit back and suffer while Touya married for status.

This is what pushed Touya to make his decision to walk over to you. 

He lightly tapped your arm to catch your attention. Giving you a smile as you turn around to meet his eyes for the second time that night.

“Hey.”

“Hello again!”

Touya wanted to say fuck it and run away with you. But one look back at his brother stopped him in his tracks. His brother was helplessly in love. 

Instead, Touya grabs your hand and brings you to his brother. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“I’m about to change your life.”

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

And Alexander is penniless. Ha! That doesn't mean I want him any less. "Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Schuyler?" "My sister." Number two! He's after me cuz I'm a Schuyler sister. That elevates his status. I'd have to be naïve to set that aside. Maybe that is why. I introduce him to Eliza, now that's his bride. Nice going, Angelica, he was right. You will never be satisfied. "Thank you for all your service." "If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it." "I'll leave you to it." Number three! I know my sister like I know my own mind. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned. He'd be mine. She would say, "I'm fine." She'd be lying. But when I fantasize at night it's Alexander's eyes. As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn't sized him up so quickly. At least my dear Eliza's his wife. At least I keep his eyes in my life.

“Shoto Todoroki, a pleasure to meet you.”

Shoto grabs your soft warm hand into his cold one and kisses it. Kisses it the way a gentleman would. He was wooing you. It took everything in Touya to not stop him. He wanted to be the one to woo you. To kiss you. To touch you. 

“Todoroki?”

“My little brother, he’s fresh out of UA.”

“Unfortunately, I myself could not fight in the battle due to being in UA. But I would like to thank you and your fellow American’s for fighting. You fought greatly.”

A blush spread across your cheeks. He yearned to be the reason you blushed. This was the start of his envy. The start of his jealousy.

“Meeting you makes it worthwhile.”

Touya watched with a hard forced smile as you and Shoto got acquainted and flirted. It was the most he saw Shoto smile in his whole life. He had to let Shoto have you. He wanted Shoto to be happy. He wanted Shoto to be satisfied. 

“I’ll leave you to it.”

To the Groom! (To the groom! To the groom! To the groom!) To the Bride! (To the bride! To the bride! To the bride!) From your sister. (Angelica! Angelica! Angelica!) Who is always by your side! (By your side! by your side!) To your union! (To the union! To the revolution!) And the hope that you provide! (Provide, to provide.) May you always. (Always.) Be Satisfied. (Be satisfied, be satisfied. Be satisfied.) And I know. She'll be happy as his bride. And I know. He will never be satisfied. I will never Be Satisfied.

Touya knocks back the remaining alcohol in his glass to the back of his throat. He didn't know what glass he was on. He stopped count after four.

His eyes glossed over you and Shoto dancing. Smiles embraced your stupid faces. 

Be happy. 

But he couldn't be. All he felt was sadness and anger. He resented Enji. If Enji had given Shoto a happy childhood, then maybe he would be marrying someone from his class, instead of you. 

If Shoto and Touya had a happy childhood, then Touya wouldn’t feel the need to make sure his siblings were happy and satisfied before he got the chance to be. 

He hated Enji and all he'd done to his siblings. The more alcohol he consumed the more he felt. Maybe there was someplace Touya could go to be away from his father. Away from his father, away from the newlyweds, away from the stress of being a Todoroki. 

There was only one place like that. The villains. But he couldn’t betray his brother, his siblings, like that, could he?

Touya looked at the bottle of alcohol in his hand. He looked over to his brother, then to his siblings, then to Enji. He looked back to Shoto and then back to the bottle. 

His thumb rubbed over the label. DAB. 

Dabi.

“I'm sorry Shoto, but if I stay, I will never be satisfied.”  

[whateverisbeautiful]

Reveling in Richonne

#153: The Chosen (9x14)

One of the main things keeping Richonne alive after 9x05 was the amazing content we got between Michonne and their kids. And this moment right here was one of the sweetest cuz it was a reminder that the family you choose is often the best family you could ask for. 

First of all, this scene on the stones is really cinematically beautiful. I adore the visual of the two of them sitting on those rocks as Michonne patches Judith up. 🙌🏽

As they sit, we come into the scene mid-conversation with Michonne reflecting on how she “was standing right there and it was like you didn’t know me.”

And then like a true giving mother, Michonne quite literally gives Judith the shirt off her back when she casually rips off a piece of her shirt in order to patch Judith up. I love this action. 

Michonne ripped that piece of her shirt off like it’s nothing cuz she’ll use whatever she had to take care of her daughter.

She says, “For a second I thought I was too late. I thought that you’d change and that I‘d lost you.” 

Michonne being scared Judith had detached from her is so devastating. Apart from RJ, Judith was the last remnant of her Grimes Family so it had to be painful wondering if maybe she’d lost her too because of whatever mind stuff Jocelyn was doing on those children of the corn. 

But again, I love that Michonne got confirmation that this little girl knows you’re her mother when little Judith had ran into her arms saying “Mommy.”

So then older Judith reveals she totally has a recollection of that traumatic time when she says, “You didn’t look like you cuz of the blood. But then I saw it was.”

And she goes on to say, “I was happy you found me.” It’s a really sweet moment but also…whachu mean you remember, Judith?

You mean to tell me you know what your mom went through and you’re still upset with her for not letting newcomers in?? 🤔I get she’s young so for her she remembers the past different but still idk about all that.

I love Judith and the actress that plays her and I get why there could be a hopeful tone to Judith remembering that time period but still having a heart for others regardless of that experience. At the same time, Judith knew what her mom went through and still put Michonne through that fear of losing her again by running off today. I was like, listen Judith we can’t be stressing Michonne out anymore...

What I do love about Judith’s line of saying she was happy Michonne found her is that it shows Judith knew very early on that Michonne was the one who would look out for her and keep her safe and nurtured. And it’s cool that now Judith herself gets to dispel that fear Michonne had that she’d changed and lost her.

It also feels deep in the sense that Michonne both found her that day but also found her a long time ago when Judith was just a baby. Look at these Grimes always so happy to find each other. I’m here for it. 

It’s also significant for Judith to mention how it was the fact that she saw Michonne covered in blood that made her hesitant back then. 

As many times as Michonne’s been covered in blood, Judith would never have had seen her like that prior since she was almost always tucked behind safe walls as a baby. So it makes sense that was jarring for her. This is where she learned that this is what mom has to do outside these walls. These are the dark and brutal things that can happen and do happen often. So it’s deep to see that intro to the apocalypse is still etched in Judith’s mind.

But it doesn’t change the way she feels. Just like Michonne in 7x08 where she’s like I know the odds are against us with Negan but that doesn’t change the way that I feel. Like mother like daughter. 

Like me, Michonne’s shocked to know Judith remembers so much from that time cuz she thought she forgot. But nope. Judith remembers Jocelyn and the kids and how they were nice and made it all seem like a game to get the Alexandria kids to go with them. 

She even acknowledges that they were bad people and knows that’s why Michonne “did what she did.”

And Judith says she didn’t bring it up cuz she knew it made Michonne sad. Which shows the maturity of this kid that she’s aware of and attempts to be considerate of her mom’s emotions.  

The heavy trauma of that flashback helped to better understand Michonne’s mindset, but this moment makes you understand Judith more too. When we’re introduced to older Judith she’s a little old soul warrior princess. She’s probably had to see some things to make her that way. So now we know Judith was exposed to one of the most intense things any character has been apart of or witnessed; which is a bunch of slain kids.

Michonne asks why they’re here right now if Judith seems to know exactly why Michonne has closed off Alexandria. #GoodQuestion. And Judith reiterates that their friends need their help. And again Michonne says it’s not that simple. But Judith expresses that it is. 

And then in my absolute favorite part of the episode, Judith says “You’re my mom.” 

Yes, yes, 1000 times yes. 😭🙌🏽💯That’s” You’re my mom.” period. Not “you’re like my mom.” You are my mom. With the Grimes, they’ve shed enough blood for each other that they are blood. 👌🏽

And it gets more beautiful as she says, “You chose to be.”

And then it reaches maximum beauty when Judith says “Because you love me and I love you.” Perfection.  😭🙌🏽🎉

And Michonne nods and sweetly says “I do.” Cuz their love for each other is always evident.

There are so many reasons why I love this moment right here.

1. Of course my nostalgic self just loves these two’s journey together. And it’s so meaningful to know that the little baby Michonne first held in that prison is now older and telling Michonne; you are my mom and we love each other. 

2. It’s deep to hear Judith acknowledge the way in which Michonne made the choice to be her mother. (Although it really does feel more like they always were meant to be family). Judith knows that her mom chose her and embraced her and that for both of them there was no looking back. They will be a mother and daughter until the end. 

3. I love the confidence of this statement. Judith knows that Michonne is not the person who carried her in the womb and yet there is no shades of grey on whether this is her mom. And I’m so glad that Judith has this amazing woman that claims her wholeheartedly. 

4. I just love the delivery from both of them. The way Michonne says I do just perfectly conveys how much she really does love her daughter so strongly. How that love fuels her. 

5. These two ladies have lost a lot of family since the apocalypse but I love that, through all the loss and pain, they still have each other and RJ. Rick and Carl were taken from them within about a two year time span and I really feel like had Judith not had Michonne after that and had Michonne not had Judith it would’ve been a much darker time for them. As hard as it’s been post-Rick, I’m grateful that scenes like this serve as a reminder that one; Rick’s love still lives on through them and two; they aren’t alone or without family, they still have a lot to live for cuz they still have each other.  

6.  We’ve now heard Carl, Rick, and Judith tell Michonne “I love you” and I am here for that to infinity and beyond. 

Michonne Grimes is so instrumental to their family and just a true Grimes matriarch. And it’s so perfect that she gives so much love to them and they gave/give so much love back to her cuz they know they have such a gem as their matriarch. Part of what makes the Grimes so royal is that they are led by the queen.  

So after that precious dialogue, Judith says, “And loving someone means doing whatever it takes to keep them safe, right?” and Michonne gets emotional cuz she knows that’s true and it was one of the core values for Rick and Michonne. Plus this sentiment is why she took out that gang of kids in the first place.

Judith asks when did they stop loving Daryl and Aunt Maggie and Carol and the King. And I was like, baby, when they started being fake friends. 🙃 lol I kid. But I very much agree with Michonne when she says, “We didn’t.”

Michonne didn’t stop loving these people. If anything it feels like they separated from Alexandria first. Plus even Michonne’s stricter boundaries were done specifically because she loves these people and wants to keep them safe.

But often the acts of the leader aren’t always visible to everyone, and especially a kid so Judith has interpreted this act as a shunning whereas Michonne interprets her actions as saving and specifically saving the ones she loves most, Judith and RJ. 

Judith asks why does it feel that way and Michonne feels for her so she pulls her into a hug and it’s super precious. 😊

As much as Michonne had her valid reasons for focusing on her own, she loves her kids and values their opinions so she’s always willing to hear Judith out and empathize. And even though I still say Michonne is the one in the right, I appreciate that she and Judith can have this time to connect and have a heart to heart. 

And then we get the last flashback moment with Michonne and Daryl returning to Alexandria with all the kids. And I love seeing Michonne walk back in holding Judith’s hand. You don’t mess with Michonne and her family, especially her children. If anyone was going to successfully bring back to these kids it would be her. Even pregnant.

Also these Alexandiran parents better put all the respek on Michonne’s name cuz she went through hell and back not just for her daughter but for their kids too. And like a real one she brought all of them back safe and in tact. 👌🏽😌👸🏽

I wanted to fight every character, starting with Tara, for having attitude with Michonne after she brought all those kids back home safe and sound and has PTSD from what it took. 

And then imagine the fear she’d have after returning home and having to worry if what she just went through will effect the baby inside her, one of the last things tethering her to the love of her life. 

To just assume she’s being hard and stubborn when in fact she experienced serious trauma...all those characters can catch these hands for not understanding Michonne cuz...

Carol broke from seeing children fall apart. It makes sense why Michonne would be greatly impacted by experiencing that multiple times and in an even more magnified situation.

People were annoyed with Michonne for not being more trusting but Michonne doesn’t have the graphic novels, it��s not like she’d know just right off the bat that Magna’s group would turn out to be good guys. She had an old friend show up to the gates, someone she knew and trusted and that person betrayed her, so yeah it makes sense if she’s ultra skeptical and wary of strangers.

All I know,  is Rick would be so proud of Michonne. 😭 Both in the past and present. He would be in full support of her through all this, I’m sure of it. 

The relationship between Judith and Michonne was depicted in a really real way this season, cuz the tension happens but at the root of it is love. I love that Michonne and Judith both know that even when they disagree they love each other. Even thought the ups and downs they both have a sense of respect for each other. You couldn’t tell Michonne that Judith’s not her daughter and isn’t her everything along with RJ.

There really are people out there who are destined to be in your life. And when it comes to the beautiful duo of Michonne and Judith they truly do feel chosen. 

gifs source: @michonnegrimes @winterswake @ydotome

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Ice Cold Betrayal (Phantom x fem!Reader)

This is just an idea I had for a Phantom x fem!Reader! Meer wanted me to post it so here y’all go~! 

I didn’t clean this up or edit it at all lmao we die like men!

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like okay my idea is what if anti wanted to cause some mayhem so he faked some pics of him getting frisky with phantom's s/o. and they looked REAL.  mostly because anti got a mimic demon he knows to shift into s/o's form for this shit.  and he went to phantom and showed him and laughed in his face and then bailed but phantom was furious. he'd been very busy the last month or so but you'd said you'd understood and he'd trusted you but then he finds out you cheated on him (u didn't tho) and he sorta just...snaps. he doesn't think he just reacts.

he ports into your shared penthouse and you smile when you see him and that just upsets him more and now you're worried because he looks really upset but before you can ask what's wrong he grabs you by your hair. you yelp when he drags you off the couch, you scream for him to stop but he ignores you and a split second later you're no longer in your suite, instead you're outside on the street behind his hotel. the freezing chill of the city winter has you shaking instantly, this not helped by how you were in just a comfy t-shirt and sleep pants (you had just been relaxing at home)

he dropped you onto the ground and you shakily stood up, shivering you look up at him in confusion 

 "Phantom what the hell-" 

he cuts you off with a snarl that has you stepping back in fear, actual fear. he tells you that you're banned from any and all businesses he owns or even partially owns and if you know whats good for you then you'll stay away. you're confused and hurt and ask him what's going on, why's he upset. he scoffs 

"Don't play dumb. You know what you did, and you know I don't allow cheaters in my establishments. Now kindly fuck off for the rest of your life." 

and then in a blink he's gone and you're left half dressed outside on the street in the dead of winter.

all the shops within like a 30 block radius are at least partially owned by phantom. the man has his fingers in a lot of pies and he alerted each and every one that you were not to be served or even allowed entrance. so there's not even anywhere you can go in to warm up. nowhere to get food or water either. you have your phone on you but you check it and see phantom cancelled the minutes (he paid for it so) you're stuck with nowhere to go, no way to call your family, and no money or shelter for the night.

well you've no way to do anything except for try to find somewhere to stay for the night and after getting glares from the couple shops you passed you decided it wasn't worth it to try going in. so with nowhere else to go (and your feet freezing) you shuffled as fast as you could to the nearby park where you curled up under the bridge that went over the bike trail. it was the only cover you could find. it started snowing soon after you settled into your spot.

you were out there for hours. you couldn't feet your hands, feet, nose, or cheeks. not to mention the fact that you were drifting in and out of consciousness. you vaguely heard a ringing sound but you were too out of it to think hard about where it was coming from. 

a bit earlier mare smoke traveled into phantoms place looking for you both. he'd tried texting you and then calling you but he got a 'this phone is no longer in service' message that had him confused.

he looks around, no you? but he finds phantom sitting in your shared bedroom drinking whiskey. he walks in and asks where you are and he's been calling for ages. that’s when phantom unloads the whole thing onto mare and mare just listens silently. mare lets him finish then silence sits between them both for a minute before mare asks  

"And when did this all happen? Like when did anti say this happened?" 

phantom says on so and so date three days ago and mare tells phantom he's stupid. phantom looks up from his drink and mare looks pissed, eyes black and the tear tracks under them black as well.

"I know anti's full of shit cuz she was with me then. We spent the day pulling pranks then we came back here and binged The Office til she fell asleep." 

dread starts to fill phantoms gut. mare starts screaming at him, his form half smoke as he calls phantom every shitty thing in the book, demanding to know where he left you. 

"Where'd you leave her asshole?! I've gotta find her so where'd you dump her, huh?!"

it's a huge scream fest but phantom pulls his phone out and makes a call and soon your phone is back to normal and he starts calling you over and over but you don’t answer. that makes them both nervous so phantom has his tech person track the GPS on your phone. you didn't get far. they see you're about 10 blocks down at the park. 

"SHE'S AT THE FUCKING PARK?! IN 20 DEGREE WEATHER!?" 

 mare is...upset.

well they find you, huddled under a bridge and passed out, and the skin on your face/hands/feet looks red. needless to say they take to to the ER. you're rushed in and they have to wait to see if you're okay. some time later a doc comes out and calls the two and tells them you've got the beginning stages of pneumonia and mild frostbite on your toes, a few fingers, and your ears. thankfully you weren't exposed to the cold long enough for the frostbite to be severe enough to need amputation but the doc says you'll need to stay in observation until you were in the clear.

things are...stilted when you wake up later. 

mare explains what happened (phantom is too ashamed to say anything) you don’t say anything for a time until finally you just say, 

"I'll stop by and pick up my stuff once they discharge me." 

oh boy that whips phantom into action 

“What, why? You don't have to do that." 

but you refuse to look at him. 

"No, I think I do. You made it clear that I'm no longer welcome there. I'll go stay at a friend's or something til I can get a job so I can support myself again." 

phantom tells you he's sorry for being so gullible and to please not leave. you don't want to hear it really. this whole thing was a freezing cold wake up call.

"Phantom when we started dating I had a job and my own place. And over time you convinced me I didn't need that job and you could support me and soon after you and I moved in together."

"....I completely relied on you and your support. Fuck...you even pay for my phone."

"I trusted you more than anyone else. And at the first shitty doctored photo you cut me off like a diseased limb and threw me out on the street like wet garbage. You didn't even let me try to explain my side."

"...I just....I can't rely so heavily on someone like that anymore. Not after last night. I have to stand on my own two feet. They're the only support I can unwaveringly trust it seems."

he says he understands he messed up bad but pleads with her not to just leave. he says she can stay at his hotel if she needs. but she stares down at the blanket in her lap and sighs. 

"I just...need to have my own space right now. The...level of trust you had in me apparently wasn't on the same level as what I had in you so I think some time apart will be good for us. I just...I need to think, Phantom." 

i’m not sure she'd agree to get back together with him tbh

if she did agree to try again, things are clearly different. before he would sometimes just spoil her with fancy dates and gifts and she'd shyly accept them. but now they make her uncomfortable at best. she no longer appreciates expensive gifts and would prefer having her own place. she also got a job and gave him back his cell phone and got her own. and it hurts him every time she winces when he buys her something. each frown she gives is a stark reminder of his catastrophic fuck up.

she accepts the stuff he gets her, begrudgingly. 

but he pops over to her place one day to pick her up for a date and she's still in the shower so he explores her apartment. it's small, but tidy. he goes into her room and stops when he sees the stuff he gave her. all sat neatly by her closet, all unopened and unused. 

he knew it wasn't because she didn't like the stuff. it was all stuff she'd desired but he knew in his heart she didn't trust him enough to use or wear any of it and that hurt more than he thought it would. he knew it was all sat like that, ready to give back to him, should he do something stupid like before.

i think things would slowly start to get closer to where they were before after one night phantom drinks a bit too much and actually cries all over s/o, telling her he's so sorry for hurting her like this and wishing he could go back to stop it but he cant. how she's gonna be hurt forever because of his shitty anger and she didn't deserve that and he doesn't deserve her but he loves her and he trusts her even if he was shit at proving it and if she gives him another chance then he swears he'll do everything he can to prove he deserves her love again.

s/o before then had never seen phantom cry, not even the night she almost got frostbite so this was a bit jarring. then she feels sad because this has apparently been eating away at him for a very long time. and despite her...more self sufficient behavior she really has forgiven him. she still wants to keep her job and pay for her own necessities but aside from that she's happy to start over with him so the next day, 

after he's gotten past his headache, she comes in wearing a red dress he bought her. he's like 'you're wearing it?' and she just smiles and kisses his cheek and asks him if he wants to go on a date. they end up getting some dinner at one of his clubs.

yeah it's gonna take a lot of time and effort on both of their ends, and communication but i think they can salvage their relationship.

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Here just thought maybe some of y’all might wanna see this!

@smolwash @sunrisehoneybee @sierracolorstheworldofwords @tiny-yan-anon

[doublenuzlocke]

Entry #5: Snippets from a Double Dose of Fantasy

(please read the first fic for context and also note that this isn’t as eloquent as I would’ve wanted cuz I had to cut a fair amount of description to fit everything within the 3k limit)

It began with an adventure.

“I heard you have the strength of six oxen.  That you can lift a house with your bare hands.”

The halfling girl was startled out of her book as a tiefling boy joined her by her tree.

“That’s wildly inaccurate,” She huffed as she snapped her book shut and placed it in her bag.  Hands now tucked under her legs, she looked up at him, his obsidian skin framed by the mid-morning sun.  The tiefling’s tail caught her attention as it flicked erratically. She forced herself to look at his grinning face. “Um, who are you?”

A clawed hand reached down, “I’m Gold!”

“…Crystal,” She stared at the hand in front of her face for a moment before tentatively untucking her own to shake it. “Nice to me-Whuh?!”

Crystal’s thoughts were jarred as Gold shook hands enthusiastically before he pulled her up and raced down the grassy hill.  She barely had time to grab her bag.

“Uh, Gold?? Where are we going?”

“Saw an abandoned house on the way in.  Let’s check it out!”

“Wait, hold on!” Crystal started as they dashed through the cobblestone streets.  Gold’s hooved feet clacked noisily on the stone in contrast to the near silent padding of her own bare soles.  He pointed at places they passed and asked about them. She managed to give fleeting responses. The buildings grew more dilapidated and foreboding. “We shouldn’t- can’t- this is-”

She almost toppled into him as he halted in front of a boarded up house at the outskirts of town.  The structure seemed to sag under the weight of time. There were holes and chipped wood and overgrown plants everywhere.  Not even the soft morning light could tarnish the looming dank this place exuded, surrounded by gnarled trees and crumbling walls.  Crystal took a deep breath.

“This is dangerous.”

“No, Crys,” Gold tightened his hold on her hand, careful not to puncture her skin with his claws.  His gleaming eyes were mesmerized by the house. “This is adventure!”

Before she could stop him, Gold let go of her hand and kicked aside a pile of rotting wood, the remains of a gate.  He trotted over stray roots and debris right up to the front door. There were weathered planks keeping it shut. Gold waved over to Crys.

Crystal hesitated.  Her knuckles were pale as she clutched the straps of her bag.  She glanced around her. Of course this part of town was empty, it nearly always was.  Warnings flashed through her mind as Gold beaconed to her. She did not want to get in trouble.  She could just leave him. Leave him alone and-

“This is a really bad idea,” Crystal groaned as she joined Gold by the door.  He gave the wood a few kicks and attempted to pry the planks off with his bare hands.  No luck.

“Bet you could punch through with your ox strength.”

“Why would I??  I could get splinters!”

“How else are we gonna get in?  Come on! I wanna see if it’s haunted.”

“No way!”

“Boooo,” Gold leaned against the door and pouted. “Well if you don’t want to punch it, let’s just stab through it with your weird spiky hair.”

“What?”

“How does it do that up thing?  I know my hair’s messy, but it doesn’t defy gravity.”

“Sh-shut up!”

“I bet it could take someone’s eyes out.”

“Stop it!” Crys grasped Gold’s tunic before he could say anymore and lifted him over her head.  Eyes shut, she chucked him into the unknown. The anger drained from her as the wood snapped loudly when Gold collapsed the door with his body. “Oh no…”

Gold had disappeared into the darkness of the house.  Crystal squinted and tried desperately to make him out in the gloom.  She nearly screeched as Gold popped his head back out.

“Good job, Crys!” Besides being almost completely covered in grime, he looked no worse for wear. “Let’s go.  I don’t want to find ghosts by myself.”

“Nope!” Crystal made a big X with her arms. “No farther!  I told you it’s dangerous. And besides, I can’t see in the dark.”

“Oh, really?”

Crystal gaped as Gold snapped his fingers and produced a fist-sized flame in his palm.  She glanced between Gold’s grinning face and the fire several times.

“Are you a wizard?”

“Druid, actually.  Mom’s teaching me,” Gold held out his non-firey hand to her. “With my magic powers and your brute strength, we can kick this house’s ass. Together.”

“…” Crystal stared.  This was crazy. She had only just met this kid half an hour ago….  He was also the only kid willingly interacting with her (besides her cousin who didn’t count).  Heck, he had come to her.  Before she could spiral into more uncertainty, Crys took his hand and led the way further inside.

The floor creaked with every step, and the shadows casted by Gold’s fire were menacing.  Their hands were clasped firmly together; their breaths were loud in the near silence of the room.  They stopped at the foot of a rundown fireplace, the brick maligned and cracked. Catching sight of a frame, Gold raised his flame up to cast light on the torn portrait hanging above the mantelpiece.  The painting revealed the profile of an elderly man.

This man was peering over dark spectacles and winking.  One finger was holding down an eyelid to exaggerate his open eye while the other hand held a fake mustache near his lips.  He was smiling with his tongue sticking out.

Crys and Gold looked at each other…

And laughed.

“Some haunted house, huh?”

“My cousin made this place sound horrible.”

“Did she have any stories about this guy?”

“Oh, Arceus, yes.”

Then, the floor cracked underneath them, and the laughter died.  Gold and Crys looked at each other again, this time with fear. Before it gave way, Gold chuckled nervously.

“Uh, you told me so?”

Crystal glared and began to retort.  The floor collapsed. The kids fell. Someone screamed, probably both of them.

Much later, the two would clamber out of the house exhausted as sunset bathed the town in orange.  Crys would outstretch her hand to Gold and invite him to dinner. Gold would smile and accept.

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“Seriously, Mom!  I’m not going to get hurt!”

“Your real mom wouldn’t let you have this,” the blue-scaled dragonborn groaned as he held a basket of dangerous plants over his head.  “Why not practice those spells from yesterday?”

“Those were so easy!  Now, I’ve got these guys…” Gold stepped to the side to reveal a menagerie of critters who looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Following me around everywhere!  Oh, this one’s Demon Lord.”

‘Mom’ watched as Gold gingerly picked up the pure white chick to show him off.  That was definitely not a chicken. Before the boy could present anymore of his weirdly-named friends, the bell at the front chimed.  ‘Mom’ sighed.

“Don’t you have something planned with Crystal today?”

Gold grimaced and placed Demon Lord in his hair, “She’s with Kotone and didn’t want me to wreck anything.”

“Is that what she told you?” ‘Mom’ wondered as he hung the basket on a hook far from reach.  The chiming had gotten more insistent. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

“Not exactly…” Gold muttered and focused on a butterfly clambering onto his fingers.

“Well, why don’t you find her and make sure?” The chiming suddenly stopped with a loud CRNKCH before ‘Mom’ could give anymore parental advice.  He moved the cloth of the door that led into the storefront.  Gold followed.

“Mr. Mom, I’m so sorry!” The half-elf girl behind the counter wailed.  ‘Mom’ silently cursed Gold for making that name stick. “We didn’t want to shout but we needed you to see this so Crys kept ringing the bell and now it’s-”

Standing by her cousin, Crys stared down at the remains of the bell solemnly, “I’ll replace this.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” ‘Mom’ pinched the bridge of his snout. “Gold can-” He elbowed the boy who startled before going to a bin of lodestones. “Gold can fix it.  Kotone, Crystal, what did you two want to show me?”

Crys placed a hand on Kotone’s shoulder as she raised up a tiny cloth bundle, “I wanted to show Crys this little nest of mice, and when we went this one wasn’t moving or- or breathing.  I was really sad and picked it up and then something- something happened and it started moving!”

“Huh…” ‘Mom’ looked down as a little wriggling mouse baby poked its nose out of the blanket.  What once was fleshy pink skin was now a deep blue. “Kotone, what exactly ‘happened’?”

“Um, I picked her up… and then I felt this kinda cold tug.  Not like a bad cold but like swimming in the lake when it’s really hot.  Then, my fingers started tingling, and this baby started glowing and then she was alive!”

“Ohhh,” Gold had moved to them so he could cast Mending on the bell.  He nudged Crys. “Kotone was the wizard all along.”

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“Crys, hurry up!” Gold called from outside the temple.

“Just a second!” Crystal answered as she knelt in front of the altar.  The rainbow stained glass behind it depicted a majestic being: Arceus the Creator.  She bowed her head and sent a quick prayer. Her mouth twitched as Gold and now Kotone’s calls grew more silly.  They were going to be fine. She finished up and stood.

They were waiting for her by a cart.  Hitched to the front was a massive green-tinged dire bear who seemed to be taking a nap.  Kotone was adjusting her pointy brimmed hat and waved as Crys joined them. Gold was half-lounging/half-hanging in the back of the cart and casually picked his nose.  They were going to be mostly fine.

“Is Jolly okay with this?” Crys wondered as she clambered up into the cart.

“Yeah, I asked Gold to ask him and I almost cried.  I love him so much!” Kotone gave Jolly the Bear a fierce hug and woke him up.  He snorted and began to lumber forward even before Kotone hopped into her seat at the front of the cart.

Gold continued to lounge but had mercifully stopped picking his nose.  He glanced over at Crys who was attempting to read a journal, “Hey, remind me what we’re doing again?”

“We’re chasing the dwarven thief from last night.  Gold, you were literally the one who saw him running away.”

“Oh, yeahhh.  I couldn’t catch him even when I turned into a bird.  The fast fucker. Doesn’t he have like a bounty or something?”

“Yup,” Kotone supplied. “But our client just wants him returned home.  Blue’s very worried about him.”

“Wasn’t she supposed to join us?”

“She would have if she didn’t have to watch her… partner’s? Partners’ plural??  She’s busy with a shop. But she cares about him very much, and we- I kind of owe her a favor.”

“Boo, we should have just let the guard find him.”

“Sure, we could have… if you hadn’t insisted that he looked like this!” Crystal shoved a wanted poster into Gold’s face.  It depicted a puffy-cheeked dwarf with exaggerated features. He was very proud of it. Crystal… was not. “This is terrible.”

“Eh, we’ve never caught a thief before.  This is a new adventure!”

Crys shared a glance with Kotone, “I say we drop him halfway to the next town.”

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“I know… I’m an idiot…”

Gold had just endured several furious scoldings from many equally furious adults.  The crimson-haired dwarf seated near him continued to stare after everyone else had left.  Gold glared at him.

“Nothing to say, Silver?”

“…”

“Don’t you want to tell me I’m a fuck up for reviving her that way??  How she’ll never be the same?!”

“…”

“Well, you know what?!  I’m not sorry!  She was fucking dead and that was the only thing I knew how to do to reverse that!”

“…”

“And we killed that monster, too!  It’s done! We did the job! There’s nothing to complain about!”

“…”

“So why don’t you all just lay off and let Crys decide if she wants to forgive me for turning her into something else…!  Hgkkk!”

Silver reached over to pat Gold’s back as he collapsed to the floor.  Gold’s shoulders heaved as he let out sob after shuddering sob.

“Silver… she doesn’t look like her mom and dad anymore.  I took that from her… I…”

“You saved her.”

“What?”

“There’s never a guarantee that you can bring someone back from the dead.  Most of the time, a soul won’t answer the call if they’ve been gone long. You casting Reincarnate on her right then and there was the best chance she had of coming back, and she did.”

“…”

“You did it, Gold,” Silver looked up at the room where Crys was sleeping.  Kotone was curled up by her side. Moving his hand to Gold’s arm, Silver helped him up and guided him to the door.  They needed sleep, too. “You saved her, and we’re all still here.”

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“Whelp, I’m never doing that again!” Gold lounged in a mess of bedrolls as Crys drove their cart.

“Doing what?” Silver deadpanned from the other cart where he was steering Jolly.  Their party was leading a sizable caravan of survivors and deceased. “Fighting my lich father or dying?”

“Both!”

“He seems… cheerful,” The blonde gnome cleric remarked to Kotone from the back of Silver’s cart.

“He’s probably in shock,” Kotone sighed. “How are you holding up, Ms. Yellow?”

“Just Yellow, please.  Dying was… bad, but being in that sea of dead was… It just was, and I felt like I’d be okay with just being.  I wasn’t though.  There’s still things- still people who I want to live for… to live… with?  I dunno…”

“I think I get it….  You know, they’ll be so relieved to see you again.  Red, especially.”

“You- you think?”

Kotone winked, “I know.”

“Hey, Kotone!” Crys called. “If you’re both feeling up to it, we could stop and try to revive more people.  There’s still enough supplies from Lord Silph.”

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“Don’t say I told you so.”

“You can’t stop me from thinking it!” Crys ground out as she sliced at more brambles.  Her breaths came out heavily since she had endured numerous cuts from unforgiving thorns on top of the battle they had faced before coming here. “Next time, make sure your brother doesn’t tag along when we fight fey creatures.”

“We both know Ruby’d been following us.”

“Yes, but you were the one who told him what we were doing.”

“And you were the one who told Sapphire and Wally.”

“… Ugh, we’re the worst,” Crys halted her attack on the shrubbery to bury a hand into her face.

“Nah,” Gold gently pried her fingers away so she would focus on him.  The golden glow of Cure Wounds was as soothing as the calm determination in his eyes. “This is just another adventure.  How do you think the others are doing?”

Fwoom!  Several hundred yards away, a flaming bolt exploded into the sky and was followed by distant shouts and the beginnings of combat.  Gold and Crys shared a look before surging through the brush. Impatient, Gold morphed into a giant eagle and carried Crys the rest of the way into the clearing of a massive tree.

Embedded at the base of the tree, an abomination of water and earth with two gaping mouths thrashed at their friends.  Kotone was as shaky as the ground beneath her feet as she fired off bolts of magic. Silver darted from cover to cover and adapted to the continuously changing terrain as he threw daggers into whatever openings he saw.  Yellow summoned a swarm of holy creatures to distract it.

Another trio was flanking the abomination’s other side.  Red, a human with spiky black hair, tore into its flesh with two deadly blades.  Green, an elven man in practical robes, methodically thrust concussive strikes into its body.  Hovering behind on a broom, a water genasi summoned icy spikes to rain down on the beast.

“Blue!” Crys caught the genasi’s gaze as they flew closer. “Where’s-?”

Blue pointed a finger up into the branches of the tree where three children were encased in a wooden prison.  Wally, a half-elf boy, tended to Gold’s brother, Ruby, who seemed to have sustained a head injury. Sapphire, a halfling girl, made slow but steady work of the bars and splintered them with each strike of a makeshift bludgeon.  Crys could feel Gold’s talons tighten on her shoulders.

“We’ve got this,” she assured him as she prepared to strike.  Gold cawed in response and dropped Crys directly onto the abomination’s head.  Her blade sunk deep into its skull and caused both maws to shriek. Everyone else took this as their cue to double their efforts.

Gold flew up towards the cage as he dodged errant thorny vines.  Sapphire had broken a big enough hole into the prison by the time he arrived.  Wally helped a barely conscious Ruby stagger onto his brother’s back. The kids cheered as Gold flew to the outskirts of the clearing. As he deposited them onto the relatively safe ground, he transformed back into himself.  The abomination still shook with primal rage as it knocked its assailants around.

“I’m not done,” Ruby croaked as he tried to coalesce some magic into his fist. “I can still…”

“…Okay,” Gold whistled to Kotone who threw a satchel in response.  He caught it and dumped its contents at the kids’ feet: a wand, a bow and arrows, and a disproportionately-sized warhammer.  His whistle had also caught the attention of everyone else. Crys jumped from the abomination’s head and joined Red and Green at the front.  She nodded sharply at Gold before she raised her sword and attacked the creature as one with all of their allies.

“TOGETHER!”

And it continued with adventures.  The End.