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[wentian]

finally got that border from pvp event... 5 years later... but now i have no desire to use it at all 😭

[kxsagi]

OK BUT LIKE

BLLK VROTHERS REACTING WHEN THEIR LITTLE SISTER ASKED THEM TO WALK HER DOWN THE AISLE

maybe rin and sae together

LMAOOOO I IMAGINE THEM SOBBING (we know reo and bachira did lmaooooo

LOVE YOU

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞”

a/n: LOVE YOU TOOO

THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE

ft. mikage reo, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, karasu tabito

mikage reo

the second the words leave your mouth: “reo, i want you to walk me down the aisle,” he genuinely short circuits. mouth hanging open, hand clutching his chest like an overdramatic disney princess. 

“i… oh my gosh. you mean it? me? me?” he sniffles. hard. “don’t do this to me, i just got a facial.” 

reo is acting like he just got nominated for an oscar. suddenly, he’s pulling up pinterest boards, wedding planners, and muttering things like, “okay, so your color palette is soft blush, but with maybe a mauve undertone… no wait, that’s too 2022. do we want more of a lavender-gray? do you want peacocks?” 

the man is GONE. emotionally. financially. spiritually. he’s designing matching custom outfits for the two of you. he tries to hire a mini orchestra to play you down the aisle. he practices different walking speeds just to see which tempo feels the most cinematic. 

and the night before the wedding, you find him curled up in a fluffy robe, hugging a childhood photo of the two of you and softly whispering, “my baby girl is getting married… what if i trip and ruin the moment? should i rehearse again?” 

on the day? he’s sobbing. like, ugly crying. “you’re the most beautiful bride in the whole world. even if you’re not wearing chanel.” 

bachira meguru

you go, “hey, i was wondering if you could walk me–” 

“YES. YES I WILL. A THOUSAND TIMES YES.” 

he jumps onto the couch like you just proposed. nearly knocks over a lamp. his shirt flies off somehow. there’s confetti? no one knows where it came from. 

this man starts training. like, literally. he builds a fake aisle out of cardboard in the living room and practices walking you down it with a random bouquet of plastic forks. 

“you think i can backflip down the aisle while holding your arm?” 

“NO.” 

“… what if i do it real slow?” 

at your dress fitting, he gasps so dramatically the stylist flinches. 

“OH MY GOSH. YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS WHO FIGHTS DRAGONS AND HEALS HEARTS AND *sniff* CAN STILL KICK MY ASS.” 

he cries into your veil. full on, snot-bubble sobs. 

on the actual wedding day, he has to stuff tissues in his sleeves because he knows he’s gonna leak from the eyes and nose. halfway down the aisle he starts whispering nonsense like, “okay don’t trip don’t cry don’t scream don’t do a handstand–” 

you elbow him. 

“right. serious. majestic. i got this.” 

immediately trips over your veil. 

isagi yoichi

when you ask him, he blinks like he’s buffering. “walk you down the aisle? me?” 

he goes quiet, then smiles. softly. that warm, older-brother grin. “i’d be honored.” 

but two hours later you catch him staring at your baby pictures on the couch with glassy eyes. he tries to act normal. 

“i’m not crying. i’m just… remembering. shut up.” 

this man treats your wedding like the world cup final. printed checklists. a backup boutonniere. mints in his pocket. he even puts deodorant on his ankles “just in case.” 

at your rehearsal, he holds your arm like it’s a sacred relic. guides you like a knight escorting royalty. whispers, “you’re so grown up now… don’t fall for any tricks. if he breaks your heart, i’ll break his knee.” 

you laugh. he’s dead serious. 

on the big day, he takes one look at you in your dress and just goes, “whoa.” and then his eyes water. but he doesn’t cry. no. he clenches his jaw like a soldier. 

his walk is steady, but his hand is squeezing yours like he’s sending morse code for “i love you forever.” 

itoshi rin

you ask, “rin, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

“… why?” 

“because you’re my brother, dummy. and i want you.” 

he stares. then turns around and mutters, “… fine.” 

you don’t hear a peep from him for days. you assume he doesn’t care. then you accidentally walk into his room and catch him… researching proper aisle etiquette on youtube. 

he slams the laptop shut like you caught him watching something else. “get out.” 

“… were you practicing your posture?” 

“GET OUT.” 

on the big day, he’s silent. tense. eyes sharp. suit crisp. he sees you in your dress and his whole face cracks. 

his lips twitch. his eyes look glassy. but he holds it in. barely. 

as he links arms with you, you hear him breathe, “you look really pretty.” 

you glance at him. 

“… shut up.” 

he’s definitely crying on the inside. 100%. 

before he hands you off, he looks the groom straight in the eye. 

“don’t hurt her. ever.” 

that’s not a threat. that’s a promise with consequences. 

itoshi sae

you go, “sae, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

he stares at you like you just asked him to do your taxes in a clown suit. “… why would i do that?” 

you pout. “because i want you to.” 

he shrugs. “i guess.” 

but then you hear him cancel a madrid training session the next week. he shows up to fittings. he critiques your groom like a stoic wine connoisseur. 

“his handshake is weak. is that really who you want?” 

“sae.” 

“… fine. 6.5 out of 10.” 

he’s the calmest one on the day of, until you put on your dress. then he blinks a little too slowly. clears his throat five times. 

“… you look alright.” 

“that’s it?” 

he glances at you again. “… you look better than alright. now stop looking at me like that.” 

(he totally cried in the car on the way home. never admits it.) 

nagi seishiro

you ask him and he just mumbles, “ugh, sounds like a hassle.” 

but then you add, “there’ll be snacks at the reception.” 

“what time’s the wedding again?” 

he tries to convince you to be carried down the aisle like a princess so he doesn’t have to walk. 

“what if i just teleport you?” 

“this isn’t an anime, seishiro.” 

“unfortunate.” 

he forgets he’s supposed to wear a suit and shows up in pajamas until reo throws a bowtie at his face. 

when he sees you all dressed up, he blinks. “… you’re sparkly.” 

he doesn’t cry. but he does hand you a gummy bear from his pocket and goes, “for strength.” 

(you still have it in your purse.) 

kaiser michael

“you want ME? the MICHAEL KAISER? to escort you down the aisle?” 

he flips imaginary hair. “obviously. i’ll have to outshine the bride a little, but i’ll try to tone it down.” 

you threaten to replace him with ness. he shuts up. 

he insists on glitter. refuses to walk to “boring music.” tries to choreograph a slow-motion runway strut. 

on the actual day, he’s the only one who bows to the guests and says “your majesty has arrived.” 

but when he sees you? he gets real quiet. 

“… you look beautiful, little star.” he means it. he really does. 

but then he adds, “thank goodness i moisturized today. otherwise i’d be crying and flaky.” 

karasu tabito

“me? walk you down the aisle? damn right i will. who else is gonna make sure this idiot doesn’t drop the ring?” 

he says it with a grin, but when he sees you in your dress he shuts up. fully stunned. 

“… shit.” 

“what?” 

“you’re really getting married, huh.” 

he pauses. 

“… don’t cry, you little gremlin.” 

he’s the one crying. quietly. behind his sunglasses. 

before he walks you down, he pops a mint in his mouth and goes, “you ready?” you nod. 

“cool. i’m gonna make a stupid face to ruin all the photos.” 

“don’t you da–” 

too late. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Confronted with the fact that Maddie had been a ghost but, somehow, you hadn't been able to see her, you'd needed Wally to answer some questions. Unfortunately, the interrogation hadn't gone quite as planned...

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.7

The world swam into focus, reality cementing itself as you rose to the surface by gentle degrees. Shapes bled along their edges, sight still partially in dreams, and your room was late-night dark.

Definitely not time to wake up yet, so why had you?

You sat up on a heavy exhale, groggy as you scanned your body for answers. Nothing. No pain, no desperate bladder, no dead limbs that protested leaving the comfort of your sleep-warm sheets. Rubbing your eyes, you swung your legs over the side of your bed and arched your back to release the tension that had settled while you'd slept.

Slowly, straining your ears, you realized the house was silent. Not the typical clouding of sound that often descended after a certain hour, but absolutely silent. Void of any noise whatsoever. As if every molecule and atom had trembled to a dead stop, sound ceasing to exist with nothing to carry it.

A creeping, crawling sensation nudged your left side, not quite touching; an energy that crested into the barrier separating one dimension from the next. Yours. And Theirs.

You choked on a dry swallow, panning your head to the left, the silence bearing down like a weight on your shoulders. There. At the foot of your bed. A door in its frame, freely standing, ominous and unbelonging.

Your heart pounded; breath shuddered; tears welled in your eyes. You recognized it, the dry, greyed wood and rusted handle horrifyingly familiar. You'd seen it, had walked through it twice—in and out—had used it to shut in the monster that had gouged into your innocence; bled it, chewed it up, and spat it out. Fed it back to you as a shrunken, mangled thing.

Please, no.

The rattle of the handle shook through the silence, sharp and metallic and terrifying. Without thinking, you leapt across the space between, threw your body against the door, and held tight to the handle. Sobbing. Screaming for your mother. Help, God, please, help me!

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No sound, no voice, no help. The handle rattled harder, faster; the monster on the other side beat against the door like a war drum.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

The pulse of a tarred heart, the wood swelling forward then shrinking back again. Your knees buckled and you sunk to the floor, gripping the handle with every ounce of strength you had. Tears streamed down your cheeks, each gasp for breath thick and wet, please please no!

"STOP! COME BACK! LET. ME. OUT!!"

Again, you screamed, and this time it cracked through the night, the sound splitting across the silence like a spiderweb. Again. Again. Screaming against the void, against the clattering handle, the battering wood.

The silence shattered completely, a blast of air moved in to take its place, and the door...disappeared. You crumpled into a heap on your bedroom floor, folding over your knees and sobbing hard. And then your mother was there, kind hands and comforting words, cradling you against her chest. Safe. Finally safe.

But for how long?

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

You were spiraling, thoughts a thousand voices rising and falling in waves, most of them warning you against lifting your phone to your ear and using it as a buffer in case anyone walked by.

Well, too late, you'd already done it, because Wally had said Maddie's name. Casually, as if he'd spent time with her, hung out with her like friends do. And Wally was a ghost which meant Maddie was a ghost, except that you. saw. dead. people. Had that M Night Shyamalan flavor to you, but you couldn't see Maddie.

Jesus Christ, my mom's going to kill me. The thought pitched high above the others, over and over again, only quieting when you finally spoke.

"What did you just say?"

And Wally looked slightly disarmed by the question like he hadn't anticipated you'd ask about anything other than how he spent his afternoons. Which, yes, you were honestly curious about, but now.was.not.the.time.

"Uh..." Wally seemed to replay in his mind what he'd said in the last few minutes, "About Field Day?"

You shook your head, simultaneously checking your surroundings. There was no one around; just you and a ghost you r e a l l y shouldn't be talking to.

"About Maddie," You clarified in a hushed tone. "You said you were showing her the ropes?"

"Well, yeah. She's way too in her head about how she died, you know? I just wanted to help get her mind off it for a bit. Why?" Wally suddenly looked worried. "Is that...are you mad? Because she and I are totally just friends. Even though Rhonda thinks I have a crush on her, I don't, so, like, don't listen to her."

You flipped through your mental rolodex, trying to figure out which ghost Wally meant. "Rhonda? The one with the oral fixation?"

Wally grinned a sunbright grin, clearly happy that you could identify who was who amongst Split River High's otherworldly residents. You couldn't help it, your heart melted at the sight.

Something in the air shifted. Thickened. Wally's image suddenly sharpened against a bokeh blur, the world around you easing out of focus. Across from you, Wally appeared to notice the change in atmosphere, his eyes hazing over the way Xavier's did when he indulged his vape.

The urgency you'd felt moments before seeped from your pores and into the breeze, replaced with muggy desire. The feeling reached from your chest to Wally, instinct telling you that he could assuage it if only he were closer.

Your heartbeat skipped and your breathing shallowed as Wally closed the short distance until only a few inches remained.

Staring down at you, eyes at half-mast, he reassured, "Yeah, that's her. But, I swear, she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"Right." You whispered—what were you talking about?—watching his gaze slide left to right then down to your lips where it lingered for weighted seconds. Time lapsed, a drowsy slog from one minute to the next, and all the busy thoughts you'd been having drained from your head. "What?"

Mouth dipping closer to yours, Wally responded, low, simmered, "I didn't say anything, pretty girl." One large hand found purchase on your waist, the other on the slope of your neck, his thumb stroking a blissed path across your lower lip.

He angled his head, tracking closer, breath mingling with yours.

"I'm going to kiss you." He stated and your eyes fell closed. God, his voice; sandpaper hoarse as if he'd already spent careful hours taking you apart and piecing you back together. "Gotta tell me you want it, baby."

Vaguely, you nodded, consumed by the dense, silky warmth that had slumped over you both. "Yeah~."

Wally's lips brushed yours, soft, followed by the wet flick of his tongue. A tease, there and gone, but still so good. A tingle washed over your scalp, down your nape, up your arms; body responding to Wally's touch with an intensity you'd never experienced before. Your mouth parted slightly, drawing in each of his humid breaths like ambrosia as he hovered.

His grip firmed on your waist, fingertips pressed their mark into your flesh, and the tip of his nose grazed your cheek—more, more, more. He shuddered, wanton, the sound filthy and debauched, coaxing a whimper out of you and finally, finally, you felt him press in—

))) bzzzzzzzzzt (((

Your phone vibrated against your ear, shocking you out of the trance. Wally came-to as well, matching your movements and taking two full strides backward.

"Shit!" You rasped. "It's Tilly."

Where the hell are you? The text read in fewer characters, Mathilda's question accentuated by a string of random emojis: A fried shrimp. A potato. Two roller-skates and an angry cat.

"Okay." Wally said. He was scratching the back of his head, looking around himself as if there was some sign of what had pushed you both into what had just unfolded. And then he processed what you'd said, "Wait, who?"

"My friend." You stated as you typed your response. When you finished, you looked at him, phone once more pressed to your ear, "We'll have to finish this later." His expression sobered, a dark, sultry cast to it. "Not that!" You amended, "Maddie!"

Wally's face fell, though he recovered quickly, "Yeah, right, sure." He made to take a step toward you which you reacted to by holding up a hand.

"Just...stay there. Don't. Don't move." Because if he moseyed into your space again, you knew you'd let him have his way with you, carte blanche. "Until we figure this—" You gestured between the both of you, "—out, we need to stay at least three feet apart." If it was good enough for the CDC, it was good enough for you to deter whatever insane bouts of ghost-lust kept affecting you.

After all, you had Maddie to think about. Maddie who, despite what Wally had inferred, wasn't dead because you couldn't see her, even if she was somehow haunting the high school alongside Wally and the others. What the hell had happened to her?

You needed more information. "I have to go before Tilly decides to come looking." Wally nodded sagely, "But...okay, how about after school?" You suggested as you started toward the side door. "Meet me in the theater."

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

You flushed crimson, stammered, "I-good. Great." Awkwardly, you twisted around and set a hastened pace to the door, leaving Wally behind to do with the rest of his day what he would. About to pocket your phone, you remembered, "Wait!" You reversed along your path, returning your phone to your ear when you neared Wally.

He hadn't moved, hands in the pockets of his sweater, a silly grin slanted across his mouth. You almost crossed the imaginary line, overstepping the three-foot mark by inches before hurriedly rectifying the error.

Wally smiled, "Yeah?"

"You can't..." You stopped, started again, imploring, "Wally, you can't tell anyone. Please," pleading with your eyes that he accept the gravity of what you were risking by speaking to him. "If anyone finds out." A worried pause. "No one can know...please."

Disregarding your three-foot rule completely, Wally strolled right into your space, placed one of his big hands on your cheek and smoothed a dry, gentle kiss to the spot between your brows, staying there for a moment before pulling away.

He held your gaze, bold and sure, and said, "I promise, baby. I won't tell a soul." Wally released you with a wink, backing up a number of steps then turning in the direction of the field.

You were marshmallow soft and way too pleased with how he'd bid you goodbye, evidenced by the ridiculous grin you could feel plastered on your face.

God dammit.

You were in so much trouble.

It wasn't until much later, during the interim between 6th and 7th period, catching your reflection in the girls' bathroom as you washed your hands, did you realize: "Oh my god, I dressed like a bat for nothing."

"Huh?" Mathilda stilled, face scrunching, mascara wand paused halfway through combing her lashes, and looked at you through the mirror. "What? Are you seriously questioning your off-brand life choices now?"

"Oh Tilly," You said, doing just that, "You have nooo idea."

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PART SIX - PART EIGHT

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[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi Q, I was wondering if you could maybe do a Tom Holland x Fem reader pregnancy where they tell their families and friends they're having a baby but not saying it's twins in cute ways and then when the babies are born their friends and families go to meet the babies and see how Tom and reader are doing. And the the baby name is May-Penelope Nicola Holland and Harrison Dominic Holland. And Harrison is like in tears as he says "You named your baby boy after me? Me HARRISON?

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Pregnant! Reader

Warnings → Pregnancy, birth, twins, emotional reactions, family fluff.

Summary → Tom and the reader surprise loved ones with pregnancy news, then later reveal surprise twins, emotional names, and lots of joyful tears.  

First, it started with a test.

Then another.

And another, because Tom wouldn’t believe the first five.

"That’s… that’s two lines, yeah?” He’d asked, staring down at the stick like it was quantum physics.

You just laughed, snatched the test from his hands, and kissed his cheek. “Congratulations, daddy.”

The smile that broke across his face was one you’d never forget. Wide. Teary. Completely overwhelmed. He’d picked you up, carefully, and spun you around the kitchen like you were a feather.

Tom was over the moon.

And then, came the real twist.

At your first ultrasound, the room was dim, and the soft sound of the monitor filled the space like a soundtrack to the surreal moment. You held Tom’s hand tightly, trying not to cry at the sight of the flickering heartbeat on the screen.

That’s when the technician tilted her head.

She squinted. Reached for a knob. Adjusted the wand on your belly.

And said, calmly, “Well... looks like there’s two of ’em.”

Tom blinked. “Two what?”

The technician smirked, like she’d seen this reaction a hundred times. “Babies.”

You both froze. Your heart stuttered. You stared at the screen like it had just betrayed you.

Tom's grip on your hand tightened. Slowly. Like he was buffering. “We’re... we’re having twins?! ”

The rest of the appointment was kind of a blur. Happy sobbing. Slight panic. Then more happy sobbing. That night, Tom couldn’t sit still, he paced the house like a man possessed, muttering to himself about car seats and changing tables and oh my god, do we need two of everything?

“Tom, babe,” you called from the couch, one hand on your still-tiny belly, “the babies are the size of grapes.”

He froze. “Tiny grapes that will need matching socks!”

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A few weeks later, the apartment was full of voices, clinking glasses, and the smell of pasta, Tom’s specialty (with you micromanaging from the couch because no, babe, you can’t forget the garlic).

You’d invited just a small group, his parents, your parents, the Holland brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine. It was casual. Cozy. Just a normal dinner with the people you loved most.

Totally normal.

Except for the cake in the fridge.

Tom was jittery the whole night, bouncing from one conversation to the next, checking the oven timer like it was a bomb about to go off. His excitement was barely contained. You had to physically grab his shirt and tug him down beside you just to keep him from blurting it out early.

“Stop vibrating,” you whispered with a grin. “You’ll give it away.”

“I can’t, love,” he hissed back. “I’m literally gonna combust.”

Finally, after dinner, and after your dad had gone on a ten-minute monologue about his childhood, Tom clapped his hands and said, “Right, we’ve got dessert!”

He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with the cake, a proud little smirk on his face. The room quieted just enough for everyone to hear the rustle of the box lid as he opened it up.

Inside, in neat pastel yellow frosting, it read:

"Baby on Board"

Silence.

Then—

“Oh my god!” Nikki gasped, both hands flying to her mouth. Dom blinked at the cake, then looked at you, completely stunned.

Your mum stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly across the floor, and suddenly you were wrapped in hugs from all directions. Laughter, clapping, crying, it all swirled around you like warm sunlight. Tom beamed, his cheeks flushed from pure joy as he caught you around the waist and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re pregnant?!” Harry yelped, wide-eyed.

“Mate, I knew she looked glowier than usual,” Tuwaine said, pointing triumphantly.

“She’s literally always glowing,” Tom said, completely lovesick.

Harrison was already tearing up, arms folded like he was trying not to break. “I’m not crying. You’re crying. I'm gonna be an uncle.”

“You’re definitely crying,” Sam said, smirking.

Nikki was sobbing into Dom’s shoulder at this point. “My baby’s having a baby,” she whispered like her heart had physically burst.

And through it all, you just held Tom’s hand, heart pounding, stomach fluttering, overwhelmed with how much love filled the room.

No one knew there were two babies growing inside you.

Not yet.

But that would come soon.

And oh, it was going to be so good.

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The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and stress.

You were drenched in sweat, gripping the bed rails like they were the only thing anchoring you to Earth.

“Breathe, darling. You’re doing so good,” Tom said, rubbing your arm with a look of awe and absolute terror.

“I swear to God, Tom,” you gritted out between contractions, “if you ever come near me again with that stupid, smug, sexy body—”

“Copy that,” he squeaked.

The next push was a scream. Then crying, loud crying, and suddenly there was a baby in your arms.

A daughter.

Perfect. Warm. Screaming her little lungs out with a fire that could probably inherit your attitude.

Tom’s voice broke when he saw her. “She’s… she’s got your nose.”

You laughed through tears. “She’s got your dramatic flair.”

But before you could even begin to emotionally process the existence of Baby #1, the doctor calmly reminded you like she was reading off a brunch menu, “Alright mama, one more to go.”

“One more what? ” You groaned.

“Oh right,” Tom muttered, eyes wide again. “Twins. I forgot about the second one. Why did I forget—how do you forget something like that?! ”

You swatted his arm. “Focus, Thomas!”

Ten minutes later, Baby #2 made his dramatic entrance. A boy this time, red-faced and furious, clearly unimpressed with being second. And somehow even louder than his sister.

You collapsed back into the pillows, exhausted and floating. You barely registered the chaos of nurses moving around, Tom shuffling away with the baby boy in his arms to give you a moment with your daughter.

A little while later, the nurse poked her head in. “Your family’s outside. Want me to send them in?”

You nodded, too dazed to form words. You were holding May, her name already carved into your heart. Tom was in the far corner, quietly rocking Harrison, completely out of view from the door.

The room filled quickly, Nikki, Dom, your parents, Harry, Sam, Paddy, Haz, and Tuwaine. The energy was a mix of tears, laughter, and gasps of “She’s beautiful!” and “How are you feeling, darling?” and “You did amazing!” and “Oh my God, she’s got a whole head of hair!”

Everyone was crowding around you and your baby girl.

Then someone asked, “Wait… where’s Tom?”

You glanced over.

Nothing.

“Seriously, where’d he go?” Sam asked.

Tom’s voice floated in from the corner. “Uh... over here.”

Everyone turned.....and then froze.

Because there he was.

Holding another baby.

Wrapped in blue. Sleepy and fussy.

Dead silence.

Then:

“WHAT.”

“NO.”

“SHUT UP.”

“YOU HAD TWO?!”

“YOU’RE HAVING A LAUGH, RIGHT?”

“Oh my God, they’re twins?!”

Tom was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing the baby boy slightly in his arms. “Surprise.”

The room exploded.

Laughter. Screaming. Full-body gasps.

Dom had to sit down, literally sank into a chair like his legs gave out. Nikki looked like she was gonna faint. Hands over her mouth. Tears already welling.

Sam just stood there pointing between the two babies, muttering, “There’s two of them. There’s actually two of them,” like his brain short-circuited.

“Oh my god,” Tuwaine said. “You guys did a heist. A full baby heist. You smuggled an extra human in here.”

You and Tom just grinned, smug and exhausted, while your newborn daughter yawned in your arms like she was already bored of the drama.

Nikki approached slowly, hand pressed to her chest like it was holding her heart inside. “Can I… what’s their names?”

You looked down at the little girl snuggled in your arms. Soft tufts of dark hair. Wrinkly forehead. Already frowning like she had taxes due.

“May-Penelope Nicola Holland.”

Nikki blinked. Once. Twice.

Then tears spilled over.

Your mum gasped beside her, hand flying to her mouth. “You named her after us?”

You nodded. “We wanted her to have strong names. May, for you Mum. Penelope, because I’ve always loved it. And Nicola… for you, Nikki.”

Nikki let out a little sob and reached forward, brushing her fingers against the blanket like it was holy fabric. “She’s perfect.”

Your mum leaned in, kissing your forehead. “I’m so proud of you, honey. Thank you.”

Then Tom came over, absolutely glowing, bouncing the second baby gently in his arms. “And this little lad,” he said, “is Harrison Dominic Holland.”

Silence.

Just for a beat, complete silence.

Then Harrison froze. “Wait… what? ”

Tom nodded, smug. “Harrison. Dominic. Holland.”

“You… you named your baby after me?” Harrison’s voice cracked like a preteen at a school recital. “Me? Harrison? That’s… my real name. You didn’t just think it sounded cool?!”

You laughed. “You’ve always been family. It only felt right.”

His mouth opened. Closed. Then he broke. Face in hands. Shoulders shaking. Straight up sobbing.

“Oh my god,” Tuwaine whispered. “I’ve never seen him cry this hard. Is anyone filming this? Please tell me someone’s filming this.”

And in the middle of it all, Dom stood up slowly. He walked over to Tom, still cradling his grandson, and gently put a hand on Tom’s back.

“Dominic,” he said quietly, a little dazed. “You gave him my name too?”

Tom’s eyes shone. “Yeah. Had to. You’ve been everything I hope to be as a dad.”

Dom just nodded, swallowed thickly, and hugged Tom with one arm while peering down at his grandson.

“I love you, son.”

Nikki laughed through her tears, shaking her head. “You two are going to be the most dramatic parents in existence, aren’t you?”

Tom leaned in to kiss your forehead, smiling like a man who just won life.

“You have no idea.”

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[starlightmeissa]

AO3 | PATREON | DISCORD

i provide chapter updates/new fics about a week early on my patreon, along with wips/original fiction that may or may not ever see the light of day on ao3. all is early access, so all chapter updates go public after a week both on patreon and on ao3!

Chapter Progress

(roughly in order of what will next be updated, subject to change)

note 5/30: yes i know the chapter buffer for fluffy clouds is gone give me two days ok :sob:

fluffy clouds and a tinge of wonder ch 16: posted here on patreon! will go public on ao3 on 5/30 :P

fluffy clouds and a tinge of wonder ch 17: 1208/5000 (outlining this chap and next several, will finish in the next few days.)

fugue state ch 3: 2418/? (working on actual chapter, but need to outline next arc.)

so our god's promise, so we believe ch 3: 0/? words (outlined, just need to sit down and write)

a stranger in the godswood ch 4: 1583/5000(?) (outlined general arc, need to figure out chapter by chapter outline.)

beetle wings ch 2: 947/? (figured out tone, just need to outline this first arc now)

(biggering) so says the maiden ch 14: 113/5000 (backburner. my deepest condolences.)

[rhodesrider]

Gone

Yandere! Cody R. x Black! Fem! Reader

Author’s Note: Now this is total different from my usual content I post. If you do not like this type of stuff which is obsession and murder, Please do not read.

Warning: Once again Minors DNI / 18+ Only, Murder, Unhealthy Obsessions, blood, weapons, psychological horror themes, mentions of cheating, mentions of sexual behavior

You have been warned.

~

“I don’t get why would he just leave…”

Y/N sighed after her sobbing for about a hour, she sat on her bed looking at the note looking over it once more. Seeing the writing was rushed and messy, like he was in a rush. Her ex now MIA left her note and she’s been worried since the sun was up for the morning time. She was so confused in top of that because he was find the other day, he bought her flowers, they went out and watched some movies. They were having a nice time for once besides just arguing and spending the night in separate rooms. But the next morning hit and she was hoping to see him next to her but instead she sees a single note. “Everything was fine…” her mind was clouded, she couldn’t think at all. Just more tears started to fall somehow she felt like it was her fault. She was probably asking too much of him to where he just leaves from being overwhelmed in their relationship. She heard her phone go off and glanced to the side seeing that it was her friend Cody, he was a mostly a busy man, but he always knew when to call. She smiled some and picked up the phone, cleaning her face some. “Hey Cody.”

Cody smiled as he heard her angelic voice, “Hey Pumpkin, you doing good today? You usually text me after I get off work to see how our days were.” She smiled at the sound of her second support, Cody has always been a good friend to her. He listens to her venting and gives the best advice. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t it’s just…he’s gone. All he left was a note. Saying that “You’ll find better” and more stupid shit.” She sniffled and wiped her tears away with a tissue. Cody sighed hating to hear her cry, that’s the last thing he wants. “Did you try his cell?” He asked as he smiled going on another phone, holding it with black gloves and scrolling down messages. “I have and he left me on read. I don’t get what’s going on. Did I do something wrong Cody?” “No no angel, your perfect. He doesn’t know it and I don’t think he’s ever gonna know it.” He smirked. The phone he soon turned off making sure the tracker was off and all. “Give me one second please Y/N.” He put the phone on mute and smashed the phone to pieces on the ground. Turning her back of mute he brought his composer back. “But yea you didn’t do anything. I don’t know why he just up and left you both were having such a good time yesterday.” She agreed fully. As she continued to vent and figure out what’s going on, Cody just simply put her on speaker and walked over to an open space in his garage. He stopped in front of a man, a man that was tied up and drugged in a chair. He just smiled and muted himself again while she continued to vent and cry. “She deserves better ya know? And you can’t give her that. I saw you trying thou.” His gaze darkened. “That was precious. Trying to keep her from me, I’ve been nothing but a great friend to her. But you wanted to be in my way. “Baby I don’t know he gives me weird vibes.”” He mocked as he remembered the times hearing him speak ill of Cody.

He unmuted himself, “Hey Y/N, have you heard from him at all?” He sounded so concerned, it made Y/N worry. “No I haven’t, he even turned off his location.” She sighed as she went to the Ifind app and it was still buffering on his whereabouts. “How about I come over and if we have to I’ll go to the police station with you as well if nothing comes up in a day or two. He can’t just stop all connections with you.” The boyfriend looked at Cody with somewhat pleading eyes, Cody just smiling at him happy he’s finally able to get his chance. “Thank you Cody, I’ll let you know if something comes up.” “Ok sweetheart, talk later. I hate it when you’re upset, hopefully he has a very reasonable explanation for this.” As Cody said those last words he held up a gun. Examining it and the boyfriend’s eyes widened and wanted to scream. The drug isn’t letting him. Cody hung up and kissed the gun looking at the dude. “You know, her favorite color is Green. Did you know that?” The boyfriend shook his head fast trying to defend himself but soon was pistol whipped. “NO YOU DIDN’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT. YOU THOUGHT IT WAS PINK.” Cody screamed in his face in anger, turning absolute red. “You are a waste to her and she still cares. I want that, I want her to care about me like she does for a parasite like you.” He calmed himself, slowly putting the barrel to the boyfriend’s neck looking in his eyes with a darkened deadly glare. “You are nothing more than dirt to the woman. I’ve seen what you are to her. She took care of you and you do nothing for her. She begs for you to go out, but you’re too busy. Doing what exactly?” He scratched his head with the gun and looked in the corner. “Oh wait. Were you doing her?” He pointed the gun to the dark corner. The boyfriend fixed his eyes while he could and stared in fear.

A body.

It couldn’t be who he thinks it was. “When I met her she was easy, I can see why you fuck her. She melted in my hands. She was vile.” He had a disgusted look on his face. “I had to shower and get tested after giving her a good time and cleaning the blood out.” He hissed. “I have to make sure I didn’t contract anything, condom or not. I wanna stay clean for my princess.” He smiled and got up walking over to the spot turning on a single light, showing the rotting body. The boyfriend started to shed tears, seeing that he might not make it. Cody smiled walking back over to the boyfriend and looking at his tears fall. “Weak. You were never for her.” He put the gun down and started to walk up the stairs going back to his home. He closed the door and got the key locking it shut. He checked himself in a near by mirror and saw some blood splatter on his shirt. “Hmm we can’t have that.” He went to go wash and freshen up for Y/N, planning to comfort her. Just the thought of being in her presence made him warm inside, all he ever thinks about is her. And he needs her, if he doesn’t get her no one will. But Cody doesn’t think it could ever get that far. He knows she’s just blinded by stupidity and she’s gonna fall for him. “I love you so much baby.” He sighed in the shower, where he had a cover for his phone to watch cameras. He was watching Y/N on the bed looking at her phone, crying and clearly in distress. “I’ll be there soon baby.” He started to hurry up and finished his shower. He got ready and grabbed his keys walking out greeting his dogs, he went to the car after and rode off to her home. Ready to be of service for her.

The boyfriend in the garage sat in the chair wiggling trying to find a way out. He kept looking back at the body with flies, tears falling in fear. This man was dangerous and he was gonna be with Y/N. He had to stop it. He moved the chair some and hear a contraption go off. He looked around but was too late feeling his knee go in. He screamed to the top of his lungs but no one can hear him. Cody set up a trap and it was highly sensitive. He sat there defeated. Crying and pleading god, wishing he would have treated Y/N a bit better than before. “I’m sorry Y/N…” it echoed in his head as he passed out from the shock.

He’s gonna have her one way or another.

[certified-bi]

A Phone Call

The ringing split the uneasy peace, the kind of peace that has an undercurrent of someone holding their breath and hoping that the shadows in the dark aren't to be realized. Sam opened her eyes and took a moment to check the room to make sure it was the same as when she went to sleep. The glow of the dim lamp, and man she needed to get a new bulb, showed the other bed was the same mess of sheets and blankets Will always left it, her uniform hung up on the leftmost of her hooks with her work shoes directly under it, the dressers had the same arrangement of shower and personal items as always, and the dust around the phone undisturbed next to the lamp as it should be. She honestly didn't think it could ring given it hadn't in the year and change she had been assigned to this building, and she always used the main office phone to make outgoing calls since Ginger and mom always wanted to talk really early in the morning or in the later evening. She grabbed the phone with her glasses clothe and was cut off from even saying hello.

"Sammy my teacher is making us debate about the humanity of doppelgangers because Derek is a bastard and what if she makes me talkIcan'tthinkaboutitwithoutcryingandIcan'tcryinfront-"

"Ginger, you have to breathe for me." After a few gasping breaths turn into a steadier pattern, "Okay... so your teacher wants you to debate on if doppelgangers are people?"

After a pause and what sounds like a few sniffles, "Mhm, Miss Toner said it was an interesting idea."

Sam honestly didn't know what to do with that. Technically there was nothing illegal about a private school teacher covering the subject even if it was in poor taste. She had heard the hushed debates about whether it was simple mimicry for survival or true thoughts and sapience that explained how close to human the doppelgangers were able to get. If the doppelgangers were thinking beings like humans, was the D.D.D. humane? She had found this thought process naive at best. The kind of thoughts from people who didn't have their childhood ended by watching a doppelganger eat someone they knew and then display sickening mockery to plead not to be hurt with blood still on their lips. To be scolded as if her real father wasn't a corpse behind her, and her little sister's sobbing wasn't-

Pursing her lips and pinching her thigh, she pushed that line of thinking away. It wouldn't do any good to get stuck in that moment now. That's not what Ginger needed. She caught enough of the end of the explanation to fill in what she had tuned out for.

"And so, she said it technically fit in the philosophy part of the course." There was a pause and Sam knew the next question would break her heart before it was even spoken, "Is it... is it bad I want them gone? Does it make me evil?"

Sam deliberately softened her voice and her rage with a deep breath before answering. "Gingerbread I've never seen a single one that didn't try to harm a human even if it wasn't caught. They're killers and they enjoy it." Maybe it was harsh to lay it out like that but unfortunately it was true.

It took a few stutter stops for Ginger to get through her next words. "I-I know. I remember d- I remember. I just feel like I'm losing it with so many other kids nodding along."

And wasn't that the rub? In sending her sister to a safer school, she had doomed her to be one of the few kids with personal experience with doppels. Sure the other kids knew about them in theory, but with them having the best technology and security in the region, even being able to do DNA tests regularly, came the reality that people rich enough to attend were rich enough that when news broke of the doppels they were firmly far away from the threat using everyone else as a buffer. Still... given the choice again she'd do it every single time. Ginger being teary eyed after school was far better than having her experiencing what Anastacha had the month prior seeing a doppel of her mother putting another doorman into retirement right after school. God that had been a bad day to top the many other bad days that made up their lives.

"I know. Your classmates don’t... they don't get it. But you don't have to be present for that debate. I'll make sure of it." Even if she had to get every parent and staff member on the phone before the next day's classes started.

"Thanks Sammy you're the best." And there was the worst part of this whole conversation. The fact her sister had to feel grateful that she didn't have to debate the humanity of her father's killer.

"Of course. Why don't you call mom and I'll get this sorted?" A few more parting words and she was left in the silence of the workers’ quarters. The building hadn't been built with a doorman in mind and it was clear that the room had once been part of a lobby. The beige rug was just a few inches short on each edge to cover the full floor, but that only served to highlight the pattern on the floor and the way it clearly continued into the hallway but ended along the back wall. The ceiling was so high that they hadn't even bothered attaching a light to it. All of it combined into a feeling of liminality that summed up her life fairly well. Staring at the opposite wall for a few minutes she started to plan out her next moves.

The next night and early morning would be full of calls, worried simpering and carefully placed threats she had no way to back up, but the person on the other side of them had no way to know. No one was sure just how much power any given agent or contractor of D.D.D. was given so as long as she walked the line of believability and actual ramifications with grace no one would call her on her bluff. And at the end it was worth it to know that the lesson had been pulled to an optional essay because after all the school didn't want to risk the wrath of the parents who funded them nor the government being... concerned about their legitimacy. ---- Thank you to my beta @dqrshrtck. Further Context for Will & Sam

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[xxmissarichanxx]

✨XMACX Monthly✨ | April 2024

lol i hope u enjoyed the silly update yesterday~ here's the answers to the lil game:

2 TRUTHS • i did draw the line art with my left hand c'''': • may's cover model MAY in fact be a yummy mommy. it's up to youuuuu~

2 LIES • i'll never stop drawing hunks. who would i be without them sobs • i am dropping a BL comic this month, just not on April 20.

you may read this month's update on PTRN for free or below the cut~ you can also view the previous issue here.

I cannot believe we are four months into 2024. What have I to show for it :''''D Anyway, a few announcements:

I got accepted into Citrus Con's Artist Alley this year! I had the honor of sharing my wares during the online BL convention last year. I'm excited to do it again this year! I'm hoping to debut physical copies of some BL comics, and if not, digital copies will be fine too. My bootiful patrons will be the first to read them. Starting this month, I'll be dropping pages. Whatever I finish, it's going up.

You might have also noticed that the banner on the top of my Patreon page changed. It's to reflect the transition I'm making from one project to the next. :^)

Schedule

April 1 - The Fool's Cover

April 2 - XMACX Monthly Update

April 5 - May Cover Model Polls

April 12 - April Cover Model Process

April 19 - Kiki's Sakura Date Part 2

April 26 - Cover Story, Ippon!

April 28 - FBDC Update

April 30 - Sketch Dump

Cover Story Preview | Ippon!

I think I am ready to take on a slightly longer comic than the short ones I've worked on the past few months. SO, I'll be dusting off this old project that features Masa sparring Ken in a judo match.

April OC Birthdays

April 1st is Satoru's birthday because he's a silly goose. He was featured in my short comic last month, Kiki's Sakura Date Part 1. He'll also show up in Part 2.

VN Development Update | FBW

This month I'm picking up where I left off in developing Froot Basket White! I'll be starting with Sutoro's route, which means his will be the first to release!

I've also decided that for Froot Basket White, I'd like to have some pals onboard to help me create assets, so I'll be hiring peeps to draw the background art, food items, and other things I need assistance with. I'll still be the sprite, CG, and UI artist and writer.

I'd also like to properly have the script proofread before I hand it off to our cast members. And when it comes down to it, I'd like to have the episodes tested before release. I'm excited for this project and I hope I can wrap up the story well!

Other Stuff this Month

I'm sorry, but I am STILL catching up on commissions orz. And because I am an Ainosuke and SK8 simp, I'll be partaking in another Adam Zine. I simply enjoy being in the fandom and seeing and supporting peeps who create in the fandom. And I think Ainosuke is an amazing character and if given any opportunity to support him and other Adam lovers, I WILL BE THERE.

In other news, I'll be on a teeny tiny vacay around mid-April. I won't be taking my tablet or laptop with me, so I won't be able to work on stuff. I'll do my best to build a buffer for May because...

Next Month

I'll be gone the first half of May. I'm peacing out. I'll be spending some time with mi mama. I don't wanna even think about projects or work. In fact, I wanna catch up on a backlog of playing some friend's games and reading some friend's comics and novels.

And then I'll cram everything in the last half of the month (like I usually do) LOL.

WATCH BRAVE BANG BRAVERN AND CRY WITH ME SOBS

Mahalo nui, Ari

[wickedsingularity]

Let's Worship for Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 [December 19th]

Let’s Worship for Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist

Summary: After a long and difficult mission where you missed Halloween, Thanksgiving and the start of Advent, you’re finally home with Sam. Catching up on lost time together, you end up using your safeword. Trying to move on with Christmas preparations and traditions, it’s not all merry.

Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), mention of Shang-Chi and Matt Murdock Warnings: None, I think? Some naughtiness? Words: 491

Note: Read more because of the length and a naughty word

For @iguess-theyre-mymess

No banner yet! It will come!

For a few minutes, Sam held me. He had his legs tangled with mine, he rubbed my back, kissed my cheeks and the top of my head. Whispered sweet things to me...

"I'm so glad you're home. I've missed the feel of your skin on mine. I've missed your voice. You smell so sweet. I missed your Christmas baking." That one had me chuckling through the sobs. "I love your smile. I love the way your eyes light up when they look at me. I love the way you whisper good morning when we wake up at the same time on the weekends."

Eventually, my tears slowed and then stopped. I took several deep breaths, breathing in the scent of Sam's warm skin. "Are you mad?" I whispered into his chest.

He tightened his arms around me. "I'm not mad, of course I'm not mad. I am proud of you. I am always proud of you."

"But you're still..." I moved my thigh slightly, indicating his hard cock, pressed against my thigh.

He shivered slightly at the movement and that made my heart skip a beat in delight. "Your comfort is the most important thing, babygirl." Sam pulled away slightly so he could look at me, one of his hands laid gently on my cheek and the thumb wiping away the wetness lingering under my eye. "Not having seen you or held you for so long, I would have been hard even if I hadn't tasted you yet."

I let a weak smile cross my lips.

He kissed my nose and chuckled. "Even if we had gone straight to sleep, I would have probably been hard all night just from having you in the same room."

"Silly boy..."

"Now, you need some sustenance, before we get ready for bed." Sam scooted upwards in the bed and leaned back against the headboard and pulled me up with him, so I sat between his legs, leaning my head on his shoulder. From the bedside table he got a bottle of water and a couple of bananas. "I read somewhere earlier this week that bananas can help you relax and are a good snack before bed. So, one for you, and one for me."

I gladly accepted the bottle of water and banana. We were quiet while we ate. The exhaustion I felt when Shang-Chi, Matt and I flew home earlier was back with a vengeance. And I felt like curling in on myself. I closed my eyes and images of what we had seen flashed across my mind like a buffering movie.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked quietly.

I took a deep breath, pushed the images away and shrugged. He'd see the reports and read the notes from the debriefing. There was no need for me to tell him, but I knew it would probably do me good to just chat about it. But not now. "Later," I replied.

December 18th | Masterlist | December 20th

[wickdcreatures]

          There is a pulsing in his head, low and deep, that reverberates around in his skull each time his eye catches something new. The world around him appears nearly in stop motion — Willow lifts her foot, but the other connects to the ground, cars buffer past him in the street, like he is missing every other frame of his life’s animation. He can’t smell anything more than the thick candle smoke.

          “ Willow, I’m so sorry — ”     He may be out of it, but not so much that he can’t tell how pissed she is. He brushed her off, pushed her away — became something he was not despite himself to placate the shitheads he thought would make him cool. Make him less lonely.     “ I fucked up bad this time, I’m sorry. I really, really fucked up — ”

The wound on his forehead burns, and for a second he’s blinded by the pain. The normal part of him that would laugh this off, make some joke about being JK’s nightmare Harry Potter, is gone, replaced instead with a trembling boy barely holding on to his tears.  He doesn’t have the sense to know where they are going but he trusts Willow to lead him somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. He follows behind her like a shadow, too focused on breathing to say anything else. The panic comes in toppling waves, crushing him in on himself, curled up tightly as if to hold the sobs deep within his chest — which doesn’t work, of course. This is likely the hardest Willow has ever seen him cry. 

He was warned something like this could happen. He stayed away from spirit boards for a reason, he knew that. Mentally he kicks himself, over and over, for being so stupid to fall for it. Why now, of all times? When his protective charms are lost somewhere in the clutter of his apartment? When he’s vulnerable and lonely? He’s so stupid, stupid, stupid!

Now They have found a home.

Another sharp pain in his forehead pulls Salem right out of his thoughts — the feeling of his half polished fingernails digging into the tender broken flesh. The blood flows down the bridge of his nose and over his teeth as he speaks. Something slithers inside of him once again, sending a shiver up his spine.

          “ I think something is wrong. I feel it… It’s… it’s under my skin, I think. ”

When she reaches Salem she is frenzied, disoriented by the strength of the emotions hitting her from all angles and frightened enough to act on her rage. In the ill-lit room, anybody who looks at her might be able to convince themselves that her teeth were just a trick of the light, the darkness of her eyes simply a nightmarish mirage brought on by the drugs and the drink and the terror in the room.

Salem isn't responsive, she puts her hand on his shoulder and shakes him as the group circling the coffee table laugh:

C'mon Spooky, stop fucking around! Your little groupie's getting scared.

They laugh and her as she begins to grow more panicked. They laugh at Salem as he continues to play possessed. Her breathing becomes ragged and her hands shake with a new kind of anger she's never experienced before, even in her most blinding fury as a teenager.

"Salem? Salem, c'mon. Salem, say goodbye, say goodbye and lets get out of here, please? Please--"

There's one douchebag at the table jerking the planchette around for his own amusement and he is the first to get the brunt of her anger as he makes some comment about Salem's little groupie being a psycho. She proves him right by kicking the chairlegs out from under him. They snaps sideways like a twig under her boot and the smell of blood hits her nostrils. The fucker screams. She realises too late that he wasn't sitting on a chair at all.

At the same time, Salem smacks his head against the table and all goes silent in her head again. It isn't that the channel has been closed, but simply put on mute. Through gauze. Muffled and concentrated on a singular point: Salem. She turns to him, her concern immediately shifting back to his seat.

Somebody has the sense to turn the lights on. Under the harsh yellow of the overhead bulb, Willow realises with some clarity that she has lost control and closes her mouth, lowering her gaze to hide her monstrosity as Willow grabs him by the hand pulls him through the house fast as anything.

When they're out (away from the screaming of that one guy) she lets go of Salem's hand and begins to storm forward.

"That was--- That was fucked up, Salem. That was-- are you okay?" She sounds furious.

[tirednerd2012]

I truly adore the idea of Will snapping at everyone because Jonathan was hurt/killed. He deserves to snap, and that really would just set him off. Jonathan’s always been the protector, even as he tried to hide things from will- will saw a lot of what he’d done to keep his brother happy. Jonathan is one constant in his life that he never had to doubt, he always knew love would come from his brother. He also knows Jonathan loves and protects so much it could tear him apart.

Something happens, maybe the confrontation with Vecna or just something with the upside down. Will and El stick together, Jonathan stays behind with some others to be the buffer, back up for any attacks coming their way. The siblings hug one more time before parting ways.

Vecna is defeated, but tells them before he dies that they aren’t without loss either. Neither knows what that means right away, until they get out of the upside down and see Steve running to them, quickly saying it’s Jonathan. They book it no questions asked to where Jonathan is laying. Argyle and Nancy are trying to stop the bleeding from the gashes in his stomach and chest- some upside down creature got him badly while he was protecting people around him. Blood is coming from his mouth, he’s sickly pale. It isn’t looking good.

But Jonathan ever the comforter, even in his dying breath, gives his siblings a weak smile. He holds their hands in his and says he doesn’t regret anything. He’d do it again in a heartbeat. Of course will and El are begging him to stay, saying he’s going to be fine. But Jonathan knows he isn’t. He’s barely hanging on as is. He just whispers he loves them, eyes sliding closed.

Will is shaking, sobbing and grabbing at Jonathan’s shirt. Begging him to wake up. Something someone says or does has him snapping up with a glare and he goes apeshit

Okay so here's the thing: if Jonathan Byers dies in season 5, I'm either going to jump off a bridge or cancel my Netflix subscription or maybe both. He's my comfort character and has been since season 1 and if something happens to him, I will genuinely not be okay. That being said, Will's reaction to his death would destroy me because he would just pull Jonathan into him and beg him to wake up, saying how he can't lose his big brother and how much he loves him. That he still needs him. But for the sake of the rest of this post, Jonathan Byers lives just gets seriously injured and almost dies.

But if it's the AU where Jonathan is Vecna'd instead of Max, they're all fighting Vecna in Jonathan's mind after Vecna used his body as a vessel and once again, Jonathan refuses to leave the twins. He fights with everything he has, no longer caring if he lives or dies, just make sure the twins are safe. And the twins kick ass. El and Will both use their powers to defeat Vecna, who, while basically being torn to pieces, tells them if they go through with it, Jonathan's going to die. He won't wake up. His soul can return to his body, but Jonathan's body took too much damage. He's dead. And this causes Will and El to hesitate, but before Vecna can use his powers on them, Jonathan delivers a fatal blow to the back of the head. He tells them to finish it. And Will's sobbing because it'll kill him so Jonathan just walks over to him and wipes his tears and apologizes, but tells Will he needs to do this. He pulls them both into him and tells them he loves them so much and they made life worth living, and he's okay with this. Will whispers that he's not strong enough for this and Jonathan says he is, and that he'll always be there, even when Will can't see him.

The twins deliver the last blow and wake up in the hospital. Will scrambles, barely able to walk, to Jonathan's side and asks him to wake up, sobbing because he's scared Jonathan won't. He apologizes over and over again and hugs him, pulling his big brother into him and crying against his chest. His best friend in the entire world is gone and it destroys him. Mike gets there and tries to pull him away, but he just screams and breaks down, snapping that his best friend just died and to leave him the fuck alone. How none of them cared about Jonathan until it was too late and how they don't get it. He screams, cries and curses the world because Jonathan's not breathing. Until Jonathan takes a gasp of air and everyone stops. Will looks down and sees Jonathan is still unconscious, but he's breathing. And he eventually wakes up after healing a bit more.

In a different situation, the twins are the ones that have to face Vecna and they need to go to the Upside Down to do it. Of course the teenagers go with them, because Jonathan refuses to let them go into that hell hole alone, but they're also helping with the demodogs and the bats. The twins need to focus all of their energy on Vecna, and the others will handle anything that tries to come their way. The twins kick ass, fighting Vecna together. Will discovers abilities he never knew he had and he uses it to his advantage, as he's able to shape the world around him and he throws Henry off El's trail. As the end of the battle draws closer, Vecna knows he's not getting out of here alive, so he tells the twins if he has to lose, so do they.

Neither of them quite understand until there's yelling nearby. Will turns around and sees one of the demodogs going to attack him only for Jonathan to use himself as Will's shield because his younger brother had no reaction time. The dog slices Jonathan in the chest and stomach and Will screams, the earth beneath them crumbling, every building and old car near them shattering into nothing as Jonathan hits the ground. Nancy shoots the dog, screaming for Jonathan and Steve prevents another one from attacking him while he's down. Argyle tries to get to Jonathan while Will turns around and he and El finish Vecna off.

They run back to Jonathan, Steve lifting up the now unconscious and bloody man to get him out of the Upside Down before the gates close, permanently this time. Argyle helps and Nancy grabs Will, telling him they have to go. They get Jonathan back to actual Hawkins where Joyce, Hopper and Murray (maybe Enzo?) join them and Joyce sees her son with his chest and stomach slashed open and she breaks down. Steve and Argyle lay Jonathan on the ground and Will shoves past them. Nancy starts trying to stop the bleeding and asks Argyle to help her while both of them cry.

He looks up at Will as blood starts coming out of his mouth. And he loves everyone there, but Will's the kid he raised. His reason to keep going when things got too hard. The kid he took beatings for as a child because all he ever wanted to do was keep him safe. Will is his entire world and he's kneeling beside Jonathan with tears pouring down his face, knowing his brother's last act was a sacrifice to save his life. And he gives a small smile as he reaches out his hand and cups Will's face, telling him how he didn't regret it, not even for a moment. He tells everyone he loves them and that he'd do everything all over again, and looks at Will, who's begging him to hold on, and tells him, "You were the greatest gift I've ever received. I'm so sorry, bud." And Will's insisting he'll be okay. Nancy knows there's no saving him, so she leans in and kisses him one last time as Joyce kneels beside Jonathan, too. He apologizes to his mom and asks that she take care of herself.

He squeezes Will's hand one last time before his eyes close and the Byers-Hopper family break down. Nancy cries in her hands, sobbing at the sight of the love of her love covered in his own blood. El hugs Hopper and breaks down while Joyce tries to comfort Will, but he refuses to let go of Jonathan. He holds his brother's body when Mike tries to grab his arm to comfort him and Will just screams. His brother just died. The person he could always count on. Who loved him for him. He was gone and it fucking hurts. Will goes off at everyone, saying they needed a better plan, that Jonathan should have never been in the line of fire to begin with and he curses himself for letting it happen. While he holds Jonathan, Nancy is the one to notice that the wounds are starting to heal. (Will's creative and his DnD character is a healer so it is possible Will's powers will have some kind of healing aspect to them). But Will doesn't notice until Jonathan groans something no one can understand while putting his hand on Will's arm and squeezing it, trying to comfort him.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

WHEN HE SAVES YOU FROM THE PALE PEOPLE

pairing : Austin Sommers x Reader

warnings : pale people

a/n : Austin is so hot ok-

It was just a normal day, walking through Province Town. You had done your food shopping and you were walking back home.

You knew it wasn't entirely safe to be walking around Province Town alone, you had heard of these pale creatures that looked almost like humans.

You knew what caused the creatures to be like that, and you refused to take the pill. If anyone asked you, you would immediately decline.

You knew of the side affects the little black pills caused. And your best friend had taken one.

Austin Sommers.

He seemed OK, and didn't mind killing people for their blood. And you hated that, but you were happy he didn't try to kill you. For now, at least.

He told you on multiple occasions that he wasn't going to kill you or even try. But you still had that tiny suspicion even if you wouldn't admit it.

You carried on your walk, your house a few feet away from you when all of a sudden you were surrounded by pale creatures.

They moved around like they were buffering. Their heads twitching as they bared their sharp teeth at you. They wore long black coats and had shaved heads.

These were the untalented people who had taken the pill. Only those with talent shall not turn into a pale person.

They continued to get closer and closer to you. Fear building up and up inside you.

You let out a blood curdling scream and dropped your bags as you fell to the pavement. You brought your knees up to your face and buried your head between them, trying to protect yourself.

"Hey!" You heard someone shout over your muffled sobs and your rapid heartbeat. "Get away from her! Shoo! Shoo!" You heard the creatures scurrying away.

"Fucking pests. Atleast they didn't eat you before I got here." You recognised the voice as Austin's and looked up to meet his gorgeous brown eyes.

"It's OK Y/n, I'm here. You're safe now, they're gone." He wrapped his arms around you and whispered, trying to calm you down.

"I'll take you to my house, let's drop your shopping off first, OK?" You nodded in response.

You managed to pick yourself up with help from Austin. He took some of your bags whilst you held the rest. You dropped them off at your house and headed off to Austin's.

Once you were at Austin's, you immediately got to cuddling on the sofa. You were obviously still in a state of shock from the event that just occurred.

"I will never let them hurt you. You hear me Y/n? Never."

[scoutdoesstuff]

day fourteen of the tea prompt challenge!

today's flavor is peach bellini, which adagio (the folks i got this tea box from) described as a tropical, happy flavor. i riffed on the tropical part, not so much the happy part tbh.

this is a working part of my homestead fic so i can't guarantee you'll see it in the next update of that, but you will likely see it again if you read that fic

Dean dreams.

“Cas?” Dean whispers, staring at what has to be some sort of dream mirage in front of him.

They’re on a beach, some sort of picture perfect tropical dream with white sand and and blue, blue waves that still aren’t nearly as pretty as Cas’ eyes. The clouds are fluffy like cotton candy and don’t blot out the sun and it’s everything Dean’s ever dreamed of seeing in a beach but he can’t take his eyes off the angel in front of him.

Cas is still dressed in that shitty trench coat, the one that now lives, painstakingly folded, in the top most left corner of Dean’s wardrobe. His hair is a mess and he’s going on a eight o’clock shadow, but he looks whole and alive and he’s smiling at Dean like Dean’s lit up his whole world in fucking technicolor.

“Cas?” Dean whispers again, feels his knees start to give out on him.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, still smiling, voice warm and rough and gooey in all the right places.

Dean’s knees fold under him. He feels himself hit the beach, feels the sand touch his hands, but not in a real, tangible way. He knows it’s happening in the background, but his body can’t process it over the well of unimaginable grief that has poured out of his chest. He boxed it up when they came home with Jack because he had to, because that was Cas’ baby depending on him and he wasn’t going to fucking fail Cas one more goddamn time. But, here, now, with Cas standing in front of him in his scuffed office shoes and crooked tie and kind smile, Dean is fucking broken.

He hears screaming in the distance. He realizes it’s him. Cas is no longer smiling and his mouth is moving, his brows come together, forming a concerned divot in his forehead. Dean feels a sob crawl up through his throat. No one’s here but some fucked up memory of Cas that Dean’s force upon himself while he sleeps, so he doesn’t bother to stop it. He’s on all fours now, staring at the sand that’s pushed up between his fingers while he clutches the ground and crying so hard he might actually puke in a second.

Warm hands cup his cheeks and pull his head up. He tries to fight it for a second but the hands don’t give up easy and Dean is so, so tired of fighting. His eyes meet concerned blue eyes.

“Dean,” Cas says, stroking his thumbs under Dean’s eyes, desperately trying to wipe away the tears there. “Dean, it’s alright. You’re alright.”

Dean’s still sobbing so hard it takes him two tries to speak, forcing the words out through clenched teeth.

“It’s not alright! It’ll never be alright! I fucking lost you!”

Cas’ mouth falls open. He’s got that look about him that he gets when he’s been presented with weird, new data that doesn’t match any of his current running hypothesis and he’s gotta rework everything in his head real fast. Dean’s made him look like that a lot, especially in the early days.

Hands shaking, Dean reaches for Cas. He knows the second he touches Cas, Cas’ll be gone but he’s gotta try, he’s gotta reach for him one last time at least. He has a brief, visceral understanding of what Orpheus went through in that fucking cave.

Cas doesn’t disappear when Dean touches by some miracle. Dean starts sobbing again, clutches at Cas’ shirt and tries to real him in closer towards Dean.

“Dean — Dean you didn’t lose me,” Cas whispers at last, hands cupping Dean’s cheeks with renewed purpose now that his buffering time had done its work. “I’m right here.”

“You’re gone, baby,” Dean whispers, drinking in this beautiful mirage of what could’ve been even as he mourns what was. “I fucked up and you died on me and I’ll never get to hold you how I wanted.”

Cas stares at Dean, eyes going sharp and tactical like he’s planning on how to best strike next. Dean tries to recoil because getting that face from his half-assed love confession is somehow worse than getting a no, but Cas won’t let go.

“Cas?” Dean whispers, scared in a way he hasn’t been around Cas since that time in the crypt after Naomi had crossed all of Cas’ wires.

“This isn’t the empty,” Cas says, eyes going sharper and sharper as his brain goes a mile a minute. He’s not hurting Dean and he’s using his thinking face, so Dean waits him out. Exercises patience, like he fucking should have when it would’ve made a lick of fucking difference in their futures. “This is you, Dean Winchester. You’re really, actually here in front of me. How on earth did you manage that?”

“Cas?” Dean tries again. Cas comes out of Thinker Mode and focuses completely again on Dean.

The beach begins to warp around them, sky going muddy brown in spots, random trees becoming twisted, blackened nightmares, and patches of sand starting to ooze inky black goop.

“Cas, what the fuck is happening?” Dean asks, clinging harder to Cas’s shirt.

“Dean, look at me,” Cas says, like that night where he ordered Dean to protect Jack. Dean misses him so much he’s powerless to resist. Cas’ eyes are so goddamn blue. “I am not gone. I am coming back to you if I have to march through fucking hell itself.” Cas breathes hard for a moment and the sky turns green above them, making everything look diseased. Cas pulls Dean closer. Dean studies his face, tries to commit it to memory, tries to tell himself this just a fucking dream and nothing is going to come of it — “I love you more than anything and I am going to find you.”

Dean feels himself start to cry again. This can’t be real, this has to be dream, why is Dean’s brain hurting him like this?

“I love you,” Cas says again, as though he can brand it on Dean’s skin like his handprint and then kisses Dean hard. Dean deepens the kiss, turns the kiss as heated as he can while the world seems to split apart around him. He lets Cas claim his mouth for a few precious, insanely hot seconds and then Cas is gone, like he was literally ripped out of Dean’s arms by someone … or something.

Dean wakes up.

[bleachhaven]

Can I request Jushiro? An very Self anxious, overthinking, depressed reader? Maybe she can be a sotaicho? And he catches her late at night at the bonsai lake after work on his way home, where she was hiding to cry silently?

A/N:

I didn’t exactly write it as reader and Jushiro being in an established relationship but maybe this is sort of how their relationship blossomed? I hope this is what you meant. This is what flowed when I got writing!!

Thank you for your request! I’m so excited to write about Jushiro for the first time! 

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Ukitake Jushiro with an anxious Reader

You adored Matsumoto fuktaicho but sometimes her tendency to not really be conscientious with her tasks kind of drove you mad. Being the 3rd seat of the 10th Division was a lot of work. Rounding up all the paperwork scattered on the fuktaicho’s desk in time to meet the 1st Division deadlines, making the training schedules for the higher seats of the whole division, acting as a buffer between Hitsugaya taicho and Matsumoto fucktaicho whenever the latter wanders off on non-official business...even hiding the sake from their sharp eyed taicho fell upon your little shoulders.

You loved your job, and most of all you absolutely loved your division...but sometimes, it all got a bit too much. Especially considering that the annual review was coming up, and you were only half way through it all. You had been in the office, trying to finish up whatever you could and it was way past midnight when you realized you needed to go home.

What triggered your breakdown was honestly a very insignificant thing. You were walking through the bonsai gardens of the 13th division on your way to your home, when your sandal strap just broke. It was just the regular standard sandal issued for every shinigami uniform. It wasn’t even expensive. You already had a spare in your closet because you knew this pair was done for.

But knowing those things logically was one thing. Breaking your sandal had you spiraling into an anxiety driven breakdown, and you were sitting in Ukitake Taicho’s bonsai garden, sobbing into your hands like a child. Your only saving grace was that everyone must be already asleep considering it was so late at night, and no one would know how you shamelessly cried it all out of your system

Everything came crashing down...the overwhelm over all the tasks you still had to complete, anxiety over all the tasks you already had completed, and everything else in between.

He didn’t know what woke him that night. He’d gone to sleep earlier but he was up in the middle of the night for no good reason at all. Maybe it was a small coughing fit, or maybe it was a bad dream...either way, he couldn’t remember why. But here he was, strolling in his bonsai garden, trying to settle his mind enough to maybe go back to sleep. The moon was shining down upon the seireitei. The night was crisp and chilly but not overly cold enough to be uncomfortable. The whole world seemed still, shrouded in shadows and silence.

At least until the muted sound of stifled sobs startled him. He walked in that direction till he could finally see the source of the sound. He recognized you instantly - the third seat of 10th Division that Matsumoto-san had running harried. Unintentionally, of course. You were so deep into your misery, that you didn’t even notice his presence. So he cleared his throat politely to let you know you were no longer alone.

“Ukitake taicho!” you gasped, hastily trying to wipe away the tears streaming down your face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize...I’m trespassing, I know. I’m sorry...I’m just...” and your face crumbled in the middle of trying to explain you weren’t trying to disturb.

“Oh no,” he said, trying to soothe you. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m glad you’re uh...enjoying...my bonsai this evening.”

His casual politeness towards you, pretending like you weren’t really bawling your eyes out for no good reason...it made you smile through your tears. Ukitake Jushiro was probably the most nicest and well-liked person in the whole of seireitei. Everyone felt cared for in his presence, and all the women (and some men) had a crush on him. With good reason too. The way he smiled made everyone swoon, yourself included.

Now, he bestowed that swoon-worthy smile on you. “Would you like a tour of the garden?” he asked, his hand gesturing to the bonsai behind him. You were so shocked by his invitation that you were already nodding your acceptance before you even thought it through.

He kept up the polite conversation. The two of you slowly strolled across his gardens, and he explained the history of each of his bonsai trees. His soft soothing voice, and strong reassuring presence had you calming down quicker than any breathing exercise could.

Soon enough, you were lulled into such a secure feeling that you were unloading on poor Ukitake taicho of everything that had you anxious and overwhelmed. He listened intently, asking appropriate questions and allowing you to vent to him without trying to offer solutions. It was...so refreshing in itself.

“I don’t know how to deal with everything, honestly...” you finished.

“Hmm...” he said. The both of you had stopped walking, and were now standing side by side staring at the gardens.

“Do you have any advice you could offer me?” you asked, hoping you weren’t overburdening him with your problems.

He smiled. “The first thing I would tell you is that nothing is ever as terrible as it might seem at first. The world won’t end if every report wasn’t absolutely perfect, or if everything was not always turned in in time. You’re doing the best you can. You have to remember that.”

“I know!” you sighed. “But there’s so much to do...”

“You could always ask for help. I’m sure if Matsumoto-san knew you were having trouble with the deadlines, she’d gather up a few seated officers to help you out, wouldn’t she?” he asked

“I never thought of that...” you confessed, feeling a bit silly. Of course the rest of your division would have helped you had you but asked.

“It’s alright,” he said with a smile, that had you instinctively smiling back at him. “Sometimes when we get so busy, we forget that the simplest things can be the best solutions.”

“Thank you so much, Ukitake taicho!” you gushed, feeling truly grateful and relieved that he had been the one to find you, and you hadn’t been left alone with your negative thoughts. “You’re very kind and I’m just...thank you!”

“Well...I’m not your Taicho.  I think after tonight, we could be considered to be friends, and friends always help each other when needed, don’t they?”

“Friends?” you gasped.

“I think so,” he confirmed. “In fact, I think it would be far more appropriate if you called me at least Ukitake-san instead. And I insist that you join me for tea once in a while. You’re always welcome to seek me out if you need to.”

The offer honestly flabbergasted you. You couldn’t even process the last bit of what he said, you were still hung up on the first part. “Ukitake-san?!”

“There you go,” he grinned. “You’re getting the hang of it already.” He laid a soft hand to pat you on your shoulder. “Good night, ______-chan.”

And he was slowly walking away leaving you sputtering and blushing, unable to fathom how you’d been crying one minute and then all of a sudden, Ukitake Jushiro and you were friends! After all, you don’t invite just anybody to tea at the Ugendo, do you?

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