#protective sister

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Her Little Raven

(Al’Ghul!Reader x Damian Wayne)

*EDITED*

Word count: 4,664

Synopsis: Where Damian Wayne has an older sister. A sister that after being on a six month long mission, comes home to see her brother not waiting for her. A sister who is pissed off and on her way to Gotham. 

Warning: Swear words, angst, and Al’Ghul bullshit

AHHHHHHH I'm starting a new trope!! An Al’Ghul!Reader series will be a constant on this page. I was rewatching “Son Of Batman” and was just imagining Damian and how he would be absolutely soft for his older sister. This is the first one-shot for this series, so feel free to send me ideas for this trope :))

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You were finally on your way home. After completing your six month mission you were coming home. Grandfather had burdened you with the task of tailing a traitor in the League. Your job was to be partners with the mole and go on missions together. 

You were supposed to feel out if he truly was a traitor. During your six month mission you both got close. Not in the romantic sense. Oh no, definitely not in that sense. He was a great partner. He had your back in every situation, every challenge you both faced, every thing you both went through, you did it together. 

You started to see him as a friend. You were getting attached. Something you've been told since birth NOT TO DO. Yet during those months he became your friend. You’ve been relaying information towards your grandfather about your opinion on his character. Whether you truly thought him to turn or not.

 In the beginning you knew he was. You could tell. 

His insentient need to know what was happening, when it was happening, and why. It was obvious. Yet when it came to relaying the information back to Ra’s you lied. You lied because he was your friend. Your first friend. 

Yet your grandfather was still suspicious. That’s why the mission took so long, you were told to keep looking, keep searching, find something that beams in red lights that he was the traitor. 

Five months in on your mission with Theodore is when you got the letter. You've gotten it many times. You've gotten it multiple times for multiple different people and this time you knew who the letter was for. It was the first time you heart seized in your chest. Like blood pumping out of your heart knew what was happening, knew how it affected you.

 The big red letters. 

TERMINATE. 

That was it. You knew what you had to do.

Theodore was out on recon, he was supposed to come back to your guy’s apartment soon. You had everything ready. You had the knife hidden between the couch cushions. snug, you could see it gleam from the moonlight. You know what you were going to do was wrong. Fuck if he found out you’re sure he would kill you. But, you didn't care. 

The door opens and you spine straightens. Your back is to him so you hear his annoying cheery voice greet you. 

“Hey! Y/N, man was it crazy out there, Ra’s was right. They’re def-” he stops his words and you turn your head looking at him with a blank face. “Whats wrong?”

 the genuine concern hurts. It hurts because you know what you’re about to do. “I need to speak with you Theo” 

Thats what lets him know what's wrong. He’s been trying to get you to call him by that for months but no matter what you always used Theodore. He walks quickly towards the couch and sits. “Whats up” yes, it took you a while to get used to his laid back way of speaking, you find it endearing now. 

“I need to tell you something.” So that’s what you did. You explain for hours about what you did. He gets angry. Very angry. It’s when you ask him the question that makes him look at you with a blank face. The face of an assassin. His body become tense, ready to fight you, again it’s funny. Funny because you both know who’ll win.

 “If I tell you the truth, what does that mean for me?” Such a loaded question. Such a hard question that had you worried for months. You know what you'd do, he just won’t like it. 

“Either answer you give me Theodore will end in you walking away.” 

The shocked expression on his face is almost laughable. You feel your lips curl up. “Wh- what do you mean? You're saying you're not gonna kill me Y/N?”

 “No, I'm not going to hurt you Theodore.” 

“Why?” he asks with that smile. He smiles because he knows. Your actually regretting what you said now. 

“Why Y/N? is it because you love me?” he says with a mocking tone and a smile.

 You shake your head this is ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. “No Theodore, it’s because.....you’re my friend.” You finally get out. He’s your friend and you don't want him to die.

 He’s your friend and he should be freed from this life. This life that burdens him, you, your baby brother. This way of life that brings nothing but destruction and chaos. 

Theodore doesn’t deserve that. Not one bit. He deserves to smile all the time, to make everyone’s life brighter as much as he’s made yours.

 “You’re my friend too Y/N. I love you.” He said with a huge smile, you in return give him a small one.

 “What’s the plan?” 

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Theodore is running away. You're helping him, he tried to convince you to come with him. To run away and cause hell. Together.

We’ll be double trouble Y/N! c’mon! 

It has you smiling, because that’s what he deserves. To cause hell and live a long happy life. But, you'll just be a chapter in his. Someone he’ll tell his kids about in the future, when he’s reminiscing about “old times” 

He’s the type to do that you think. Get happy over nostalgic things, you can picture him. Old, smiling, happy, telling his kids all about his life. It fits him. Not, you though, your future is with your brother. By his side. Always. 

You use the knife hidden in the couch to slice his arm. You need evidence of Theodore’s death and the blood of the person you are supposed to kill is confirmation enough. You both travel to California. God, what a horrible place. The air is polluted with sun and happiness. Totally works for someone like Theodore. 

Like the assassin he is, he knows to stay out of trouble. Knows to keep quiet. You leave him there with your dagger. A parting gift. On your way home you think about if you will ever see him again. Hear from him somehow, It brings a smile to your face because you know you won't see each other. And that alone puts you at ease.

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 You’ve finally made it home. If you can even can call it that. You enter the sanctum, walk through the halls making your way up to see your mother waiting for you…..alone. Where's Damian? “It’s been so long my dear.” She greets you as she rests her hand on your cheek.

 “Yes, it has, I've completed my mission Mother, where is Grandfather?” I see her eyes trail away from mine. something happened. Where’s Damian?

You can't see Damian until your dismissed from your Grandfather. “Beloved, Your Grandfather was killed.” Those five words have your eyes bulging. reeling away from her in disbelief. No, there's no possible way your Grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul, Leader of the League of Assassins is dead. “Mother.. I- where's Damian?” you can't deal with that right now. You need to see your brother.

 You see her eyes trail away from you again. And your heart drops, it twists, it squeezes in your chest. No, no, no, no, absolutely not. Your Mother sees your pained expression. and she quickly reaches for you, Grabbing onto your face. “OH! oh! gods no, Y/N your brother has not suffered the same fate as your Grandfather.” Gods you can finally breathe again. 

You look up at her again because, if your brother is not dead than something else happened. That has you internally panicking again. “Then what has happened mother?”

silence.

You want to kill her. You clench your jaw and ask again. “Where is Damian?” you snap. 

“Damian is with his father.” Blood drains from your face.

 Your brother is thousands and thousands of miles away from you. In Gotham. You’re actually going to kill her. Your body feels hot, the anger is clear on your face because your mother speaks again. Big mistake. “A boy needs his father Y/N. Bruce was happy to take him in. He’s thriving in that environment. He’s training under Batman. He will be back soon. Stop crying.” She speaks in her usual dismissive tone. Like the thought of her son being away from her wasn’t at all concerning.

Like it didn’t affect her.

Like you were overreacting!

You school your expression back into your emotionless mask and stare disappointedly at her.

It’s done you know where he is. You don't spare her another look. You turn on your heels of your feet and walk out of the place, you were so desperate to come back too.

 Your brother is in Gotham City. 

You’ll see him soon.

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Gotham City. When you were little, before Damian was even a thought running through your sadistic mother’s mind....you remember coming here with your Grandfather. 

“Cities like this Y/N, are the places that are in need of our help.” 

“The citizens of Gotham are fools. Thinking their precious vigilantes are going to save them from the scum that run about. Eradicating all of it is the only way. Soon they will come to see it.” 

You remember how bright the sunset was that day, almost as if proving your Grandfather wrong with his opinion of the city. If a city so polluted and needing of the League's help, how could it produce something so beautiful and as innocent as a sunset.

You know now your grandfather’s opinion was bullshit. That the world needs vigilantes. Especially Gotham City. But you were too blinded by anger to praise Batman and his wards at the moment. He has Damian. Bruce Wayne has suddenly decided to play daddy to your little brother. As far as your concerned, the only suitable parental figure in Damian’s life has been you, and that’s not about to change.

 Your brother does not need to be gallivanting in an insipid yellow and green costume in the night. Damian deserves to be a kid. A life you were sure he was going to live when you came back from your mission. You both were going to run away from the sanctum and you were finally going to release Damian from your Mother and Grandfather’s evil clutches, but it seems that Damian has traded a dangerous life for another.

It was easy to get into WE undetected. Shitty security for the company that belongs to the Batman, but you guess having high level security might raise some eyebrows. 

You hear his voice running through your ears from the bug you planted at the end of the hallway. “Yes, Dorris I unfortunately cannot make it that evening.” You hear his footsteps come closer. You look out towards the window relaxing back into his seat. His voice booms from outside the door. 

“Yes....yes I do-” his voice halts once he opens  the door. You would’ve thought he might of known someone was in his office before. Someones getting old, you think smugly. “Im afraid I'm going to have to call you back Dorris.” he closes the door and sets his coat down. “Yes, you too” he sighs and you hear the phone hang up.

 “What do you need Talia?” Hmph. Your mother is who he thinks is in his seat. Funny. You spin the chair away from the view facing towards him. If you didn't know this man was Batman, you would've thought he was crazy for not giving you more of a reaction other than his breath hitching.

 “Y/N.....What are you doing here?” He asks in his usual monotone voice. Anger sparked again within you.

 “Damian.”

 One word that has him bowing his head in understanding. He opens his mouth to speak again, you beat him to it. “Imagine my surprise” you get up from his seat and walk in front of his desk. “When I come home from a six month long mission to find my brother not there.” you perch up on the desk and stare him down with fury in your eyes. 

“That my brother is now living in Gotham City with his father and the rest of the Robins.” You watch as he walks towards his windows and stares out into the distance. His blatant hesitance to answer your question has you regretting coming here first. 

“Your brother is under my care now yes. But I assure you Y/N he is thriving here. You don-” You whip your entire body toward him and advance to his side before he can blink. 

“I DIDN’T ASK IF HE WAS THRIVING HERE BRUCE!” 

You let it get the best of you. You close your eyes and ask the question you've been trying to avoid thinking about on your way here. The question that seems to cause even more weight on your heart when Bruce didn't seem glad to see you, almost hating what you were here for. If Damian was happy? 

You look at him in the eyes and ask it “Is he... Is he happy here?”

 “Y/N-” 

“Disregarding the vigilante work I know he’s doing, his studies, or his progress in training.....is he happy here?” It hurts, god it hurst to ask but you need to know. That he’s finally living out the life he should, just not with you.

 “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

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The drive to Wayne Manor is silent. You didn't expect anything more, neither did Bruce but you secretly hoped he would mention Damian again. You were too afraid to ask. So you went for the safe option, Alfred. 

“How’s Alfred?” you see him glance at you through the corner of his eye. “Fine, never stops telling me I should take more days off.”

 “You should listen” Poor old man, constantly in the vicinity of men in costumes with their insistent need for vigilante work. You truly don't know how he does it. 

“Yeah. I really should.” Silence stretches between you two before he speaks. “And your mother?” 

Your eyes narrow beneath your shades. “Still breathing.....unfortunately” 

He huffs out a laugh and it has your eyes relaxing from their angered state. You see the ETA to be 10 minutes, he couldn’t drive any faster? 

“You and your brother both share the same violent tendencies I see” 

“You have your baby mama and Ra’s to thank for that.” You almost gag at the words you just used to describe your mother, Screw you Theodore for making me watch that horrible excuse of television called reality TV. 

Your words shock Bruce too it seems because he releases a loud laugh this time. He smiles and take his eyes off the road to meet yours. “It seems that six month mission you’ve just returned from wasn’t all that bad.”

You smile at the reminder of your friend. “Yes, It wasn't all that bad..” You break eye contact to see the Manor come into view. 

You’re reminded of why you're here. And you don’t know if you want to puke from excitement or of nervousness. Bruce takes notice of your uneasy expression because once he parks and turns off the car he turns to you. 

“There is no need to be nervous, I don't think your arrival will cause Damian to be upset, the opposite actually. All he did when he first came here was brag to the kids about his older sister.” His attempt at reassuring you is appreciated, but you don't let him know that. 

“Where is he?” You ask the question softly this time. “The cave.”

You walk behind Bruce into the Manor. Gives you time to admire his home. Admire the warmth that stems from it. Warmth that Damian deserves to live in. That you know he’s happy living in.

 “A guest Sir?” Alfreds voice bring you out of your thoughts and you turn your body reveling you identity to the man. The obvious shock in his face is clear.

Bruce’s voice breaks the staring contest between you too. “Damian is training right Alfred?”

 “Yes......yes, of course sir he’s sparring with Master Tim.” Timothy Jackson Drake. The robin to come after Todd, Truly a suitable opponent for your brother. 

“I tried to persuading Master Damian to take break but it seems Master Jason and Master Dick egged him on with continuing.” They all seem to have formed a relationship. It causes a sting in your eyes.

Bruce and Alfred seem to notice your silent state, gods you need to stop being vulnerable in front of him. Though you can’t help it with Damian, he’s your one weakness.

 “Though, I know Damian would be exceptionally happy to see you Lady Y/N.” He says with such a warm smile. You smile back and look towards Bruce, obvious want in your eyes to see your brother.

 You both bid Alfred a goodbye and make your way into his study. Such a cliche you think snidely, a secret opening. Theodore would love this.

You nervousness is obvious and your palms are sweating. You both slowly make it down the step into the cave. You can't help but marvel at the architecture and complexity of the cave. 

You both walk towards the balcony and overlook the railing to see him.

  Damian.

He’s obviously grown since you last saw him. And it causes a lump to form in your throat. You see him sparring with who you assume is Tim and you admire their flow. The way they both anticipate their next moves.

 The way Tim matches his skills to Damian’s. And the way Damian doesn't train to harm anymore. 

It almost looks like he’s having fun. It has you smiling through watery eyes. He’s happy. 

The way he shines from Jason and Dick’s cheering. The way instead of anger and hatred painting his face its smugness and a hint of playfulness.

 “C’mon Drake just accept defeat from the 11 year old.” 

His voice. The obvious hint of teasing coating his voice makes your smile brighter. “Shut up Damian, once I win you will be taking over my section of patrol for a week.” Damian groans and rolls his eyes.

 “Yeah! c’mon short stack you don’t want to end up patrolling the fast food area do ya?” Jason tells him mockingly.

 “Yeah little wing is right bud” That has Jason narrowing his eyes towards Dick. “Nothing happens there. Only your handful of crazies who get angry when the workers get their order wrong.” 

That seems to drive Damian more because he's now in facing the side of Tim. Conveniently facing the railing you and Bruce are overlooking from. Because he notices Bruce’s presence out the corner of his eye and then yours. And you swear one your eyes connect you know what decision you’ll make.

 Damian dose a double take and freezes. You see his eyes widen and his shock and disbelief paint his face. “ `ukht ” 

His sudden frozen state has Dick and Jason following his eyes sight to where you're standing. You feel the shock from them too, but can’t find the need to care. 

You keep eye contact with Damian and the relief that envelops you when his face starts to light up and a smile str- 

“OOF!” 

Before any of you can blink Tim tackles Damian to the ground. He’s straddling Damian with his hands shot up in the air, a large smile painted across his face, his stance radiating victory.

 “AHHH! AH HA! I WON! I WON ! YOU LOOSE! HAHA YOU HAVE TO WOAH-” 

Damian throws Tim off him and quickly stumbles off the ground and races up the stairs to you. “Y/N” he whispers under his breath.

 “Y/N HA! AHH SISTER!” his obvious excitement and joy to see you has you racing to meet him halfway the balcony. 

Smiles both painting your faces you catch him as he crashes into you, bringing you to your knees almost falling to the floor. You giggle like a maniac with him in your arms. His long skinny arms wrapping around your neck, clinging to you tightly almost like he can't believe you're here. 

You're not any better either, grasping the back of his head with your right hand and perching your chin on top of his ebony hair. “My little raven, how I've missed you” your voice seems to do something to him because he squeezes you harder and digs his face into the crook of your neck. 

You start to pull back wanting to see his face up close, when you feel him grasp your shirt between his hands and pull you back. You feel wetness on the side of your neck and you just pull him tighter against you. 

Oh. Oh your baby brother is the epitome of sweetness is your eyes. 

“You’re really here” he whispers against your ear. Almost scared like if he’s any louder you’ll disappear. “Yes, yes I'm here Dami” He stays nestled in your arms for a little bit. Relishing in the closeness he’s missed. You don't mind. you’ve been longing to see him since you were sent off on the mission. You let him decide when you part from your embrace and when your (YEC) eyes connect with his brilliant green. You both smile bright. 

“Oh! I've seen you lost some baby teeth since I've been gone!” Your words cause a red tint to bloom across his cheeks, he rolls his eyes with smile “Shut up Y/N!” he says annoyed. 

“Hey! That’s no way to treat your sister who’s traveled thousands of miles to see her little baby brother!” You say with a laugh. That seems to cause another smile break out across his face and he tucks his head into your neck again. You laugh and squeeze him tight against you. So glad that he’s happy to see you. So happy he didn't forget you. 

“Ummm Am I dreaming or is little gremlin smiling?” You turn your head with Damian still resting his face in your neck towards the voice to see Tim sprawled out of the mat where looking up towards you two with shock and awe coating his face. 

Seriously who are you? And why is a brat like Damian that happy to see you! If you would’ve heard his thoughts, maybe you wouldn't have mad at the name he used to call your brother. Damian is no gremlin! (okay you know he totally is) 

Tim’s question does bring you back to the fact that you have an audience. You also notice Dick and Jason looking at you too with cautious eyes but smiles, and Bruce looking at you both with a certain fondness in his eyes.

“I think the boys are done with training. How about we discuss this over dinner?”

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Having dinner with the batboys as you decided to call them was........ a treat? Their loud but funny personality's had you smiling and laughing during the entire night and Damian clinging to you the entire dinner catching you up all six month you missed was the best part.

 Once Bruce explained who you were to Tim and explained why you caused such a huge reaction from Damian, he went from awe to immediate suspicion, it seems that your relation with the League left him cautious. Understandable, you think and you had no problem with easing his worries with your own explanation but Damian took offense to his suspicion of you.

 “Don't you dare look at my sister like that Drake! She does not need to explain herself to you or anyone else! She will stay as long as she likes and you will do well to welcome her here, or so help me Drake I'll make you wish you decided to bite your tongue!” That certainly caused an awkwardness to hang in the air but Tim immediately apologized seeing Damian’s very real anger and expressed his apology if he made you uncomfortable and his genuine sincerity and concern reminded you of Theodore, and even if you got off on the wrong foot you decided you liked Tim very much.

 You won over Jason when he found out how you reveled yourself to Bruce at WE. 

“Oh! that's so good! Please he thought you were Talia” His loud exaggerated laugh had you smiling confusedly. You could see Bruce rolling his eyes and grumbling under his breath. You suddenly understood the dynamic between the two. “God what I would’ve paid to see his face when you revealed who you were I can-” His words get cut off from his own howling laughter. “Shut up Todd! You're scaring my sister with your monstrosity of a laugh.” 

Once you mention the ride to manor and your conversation you two shared about calling Talia a “baby mama” Dick chokes on his food and immediately makes the connection of reality TV. “You watch Reality TV?!? Huh. who would’ve thought Talia can produce children with actual humor” His snide comment about your mother is laughed at by you “Yes, a friend of mine forced me to watch and I have to say the vulgar things exchanged between the people on camera had me reeling from shock, I think it’s probably rubbed off on me a bit too much” 

The rest of the night is filled with laughs and you have to say you understand now. 

Damian belongs here. 

He needs to be here. And as much as it hurts knowing you aren't the only important person in his life anymore, you can't help but beam internally of happiness.

 If anyone deserves to be happy it’s your brother. And the life he’s grown to know here is something that he is the utmost deserving of.

 After helping Alfred clear the table, you ask Bruce if you could talk to Damian alone for a while. He knows what you’ve decided and he knows how happy it will make Damian. You’re glad that he approves, as much as you respected Bruce his approval wasn’t needed but it was appreciated.

Damian brings you outside, he says it's the best place for important things to be discussed. You can't help but agree once you've made it outside because the calmness that consumes you helps.

 You’re both sitting on a stone bench when he speaks first. “You’re going back?......Are you not?” his words have you stunned in silence they're spoken with such sadness and heartbreak.

 How could...how could he think you’d leave? Now that- 

“I'm coming with you!” Damian yells.

“Damian no that-” you hurriedly try to explain,

 He stands up from the bench, visibly determined to not let you get a word in.“No Y/N if you’re leaving I'm coming with. I don't want to not see you again sister and if you have to go back I'll go back with you!” 

You blow out a breath and smile up at him. “Oh, Damian I'm not going back to the League.” 

“And I will- wait! Wait you're not leaving?” He asks with a confused tilt of his head.

You smile and shake you head, “No Damian I'm not.” It’s now his turn to be stunned into silence. You suppose you owe him an explanation. 

“Damian, this life you’ve built, the progress you’ve made it’s extraordinary! You don’t understand how incredibly proud I am of you. This life you’ve grown in too is all I have ever wanted for you Damian.”

 “I don't understand this sounds like a good bye!”

 “You haven't let me finished Dami.” You scold him lightly.

 “Sorry.” he says sheepishly. You let out chuckle before continuing.

“You’ve inspired me my little raven.” The sudden confusion painting his face makes you swell with pride.

“Not only have you changed Damian but so have I. My six month long mission has opened my eyes on so many things and made me change as a person also. I’m staying here with you Damian.” 

His face lights up and he smiles. Practically jumping in his seat. “Not here!” his face falls confused yet again, oh shit.

 “No! No, I mean not the manor but Gotham. I’m staying here in Gotham.” Relief floods his entire face but also disappointment. 

“I’m staying here Damian, but I need to have my own apartment” It’s adorable to see his pout.

 “But!”

“No buts Dami.” he looks off to the side. “I love you my little raven and this is not about me not wanting to be living with you but I need to have my own place. I am a grown adult. You understand that part right” 

“Yeah, I guess” he says annoyed. Your brother is the epitome of sweetness.

 “Come here.” you say opening you arms.

He looks up at you and smiles and wraps his arms around your neck, tucking his face underneath your chin. Holding him there you can’t help but ask, “You mad at me my love?” 

“No! No, never sister it’s just I wish you could live here in Father’s manor. Although I understand why you choose to find your own place here in Gotham. I’m just happy you're not leaving.” 

“Me too Dami, me too” 

You both look out the garden together, basking in the comfortable silence and welcoming the cool breeze blowing through your hair. Enjoying each other’s company, making up for all the time that you lost.

 “But you’re staying here with Father and I until we find you a suitable enough home.” He says firmly. In a way that you know his decision is not budging.

Yes, how could you forget. Apartment hunting. You can't wait for Damian to reject every apartment you see. “Of course Dami.” 

“I love you Y/N” your heart warms. This is exactly where you’re supposed to be. You’re happy. You're free. But most importantly, Damian is happy and he’s finally free. With your arms around your little brother and head perched on top of his head, You're ready. “I love you too my little raven, more than you could ever know.”

OH.MY.GOD. I am SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!

This story has been in my drafts for two weeks and I think this is one of my favorite things I've ever written. I can't wait to write more about Al’Ghul!Yn and I have so many ideas for her YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND!

Hope y’all enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated! - Yella <3

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Till The End Of The Moon - Ep. 17

[purple-striped-shirt]

Hello!! Hello!!

I really like the way you draw characters from eddsworld and I appreciate it, especially when you draw John, he looks so charming then and then, and I was thinking, what about my character Lil from eddsworld, like his sister, I know what it is It’s not true then, but I hope you like it! :3💜

I tried to make it as presentable and beautiful as I could, even if you like it, I will try to make more art as best I can! :)

(You can make art about him, but it’s not necessary😇)

You did a beautiful job on your oc! 💕 I’m honored that you were so eager to share Leela with me. Keep up the good work! 😄👍

[galacticrainbowsaz]

Meryl is Vash's younger sister that is absolutely done with his shit (but will continue to support him, cause lord knows he needs it) and no one can tell me otherwise

[ispeacetoomuchtoaskfor]

No one:

Literally my entire family:

*displays so many adhd tendencies*

*lives in chaos*

*it's full of love and laughter but we're also insane*

Me:

*the only one going to try and get a diagnosis*

Okay but in all seriousness none of us but the youngest ones have it as bad as me so it makes sense. But I'm just saying. If we all got psych evaluations, I'm pretty sure that only one of us and the two year old who's too young for a definite diagnosis anyway would remain undiagnosed with some form of neurodivergence

Maybe my mom but she has more subtle adhd tendencies and aphantasia.

Tbh, this is part of why I am intensely glad we're homeschooled. First off, we don't have to deal with any of the bull the rest of y'all get. Second off, as nd as we are? Some of us would be bullied, and I cannot guarantee that murders would not be committed.

... okay probably not murder but definitely assault. There are too many protective older siblings in this family.

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Pazu's older sister and tagging along with him and Sheeta to keep them safe from harm

Masterlist

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Shellfish is very protective of her baby brother… especially if she can feel that others have bad intentions.

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R Town | Ch.10

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POV: M

Warnings: Domestic abuse, Rape/Non-con, Blood, Mental health issues.

Index | Ch.11

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R Town.

The only place I considered home, but a place I never felt the need to return to again. It's funny, really. I remember crying endless tears the day I left this town. I was eight at the time, clutching onto my older brother's hand and begging my parents not to leave this place. Not to leave the only place that felt safe and secure to my child-like brain.

Now, standing next to Felix at the podium as he continues to introduce his new Sex and Strip club, I don't feel safe at all. Maybe I would have in different circumstances. Like if I came back here without him next to me, with a new last name, and no pain between my legs from Felix fucking me into submission in the limo.

No. I don't feel safe here because he's with me. He's in the town that I've always loved, and just his presence in this town is turning the sky a dark gray. Probably because it's actually going to rain soon, but I blame Felix for anything bad that's yet to come.

I don't voice these options. Fuck, no. That will just lead me to have a broken arm, or wrist, or whatever body part he could get a hold of.

Like now, as he's saying to the crowd, "Welcome... to the Lee Club," he's grabbing my hand like his goal is to break my fingers. I get the hint, and so I smile like I'm actually okay with my husband having a Sex and Strip club under my and his name.

It's not my choice to have it under my name, however. And it's not his either. My parents made sure of that when our marriage contract was written up. The day my life came to an end, my voice was lost forever. Not my real voice. The voice that allowed my opinions to be heard when it came to my life.

The tarp on the business falls, and I watch with the same fake smile as the lights flash on. "Lee Club" is plastered in bright pink letters above the front door. The whole building is decked out in black and red. All the colors that get people's juices flowing and ready to fuck the first person they see when they enter the building.

I don't want to look anymore. Why would I want to look at a place that my so-called "amazing" and "caring" husband built? I won't give him the satisfaction of me looking at it for long. This much I can do. His eyes are more focused on all the prostitutes and strippers that are walking out of the building, anyway. Ready to welcome all the people and hope that whoever wants them for sex will be quick and pay them well.

I feel bad for the new hires. They don't know what type of boss Felix truly is...

That's when I glance at Daisy. She has her blond hair slicked back and in a high ponytail. Wearing a similar pair of lingerie as the rest of the girls. I insisted she come with us, and she was happy to tag along to this new town. Not enough excitement or need to stay in the old place we lived in for her, she said.

She was the only girl in the last club that wasn't either using drugs or trying to get on my husband's cock at the old establishment. Not that many of the girls or guys at the old establishment wanted to get on his cock, to begin with, but not many had a choice either.

No... Daisy is different. She stays out of view from Felix and only converses with me when it comes to any problems. She learned that coming to me instead of Felix with concerns about what's supposed to be a "safe" sex and strip club environment very early on.

We ended up building a connection, and a few tequila shots later one night, we spilled our sorrows into each other's laps. Now she's the only person on this entire planet that probably knows every little thing about me.

That role, of knowing all about me, used to belong to my brother. But once the contract was set and the marriage date was picked, I wanted to tell him nothing. I didn't want him to know his little sister was being groomed for a life of misery. So, I distanced myself.

The night I... told him to leave... I hoped he would start over somewhere fresh. Leave our family to the dust and actually have a chance at a good life.

It's then I skim my eyes over the town folk, feeling lucky that no one looks familiar. Then again, I haven't been here since I was eight, so if anyone is someone I know, then they are now all grown up and unrecognizable.

It's when my eyes go to the back of the crowd that I have to hold my breath not to gasp. There were a hundred people in front of him, but with only a split second of visibility, I saw him. With his dyed dusted-purple hair peeking out of his black hoodie and face full of shock. Exactly how he looked last time, I saw him.

My brother is here, and he shouldn't be. He shouldn't be anywhere near Felix ever! Felix has never done anything to him personally, but I know Jimin. He's not someone that easily hides his emotions.

I look away from that part of the crowd and glance back at Felix. He's starting at the girls that were hired at the new club like they're ready for the taking. New girls to crush their souls and teach them that any guidelines they were promised he'd follow, that he's not actually going to follow.

God, I fucking hate my husband.

The place is not officially open, and people start pilling into the club. Which of course, Felix follows the crowd. He is one of the owners, after all. I started following after him since I am the other half of ownership of this stupid club. But Felix has other plans. Once Felix spots me following him, he pulls me by my wrist to get me closer to him and whispers with his deep voice into my ear, "No, no. Your going home."

I stare up at him, confused. "But it's the opening and I'm-"

"Your going the fuck home."

No one around us heard this little exchange. Hell, if anyone was looking at us, they probably just thought we were whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. Because that's what "perfect couples" do. Too bad Felix and I are far off from being a perfect couple.

I nod my head because I know if I say anymore, it will be hell to pay for me later. I begin my descent down the stage stairs and walk past Daisy before I get into the car.

"Leaving already?" Daisy says to me, a little upset that the only person she knows in this town is already leaving her own reveal.

"Yeah." I glance over at Felix, making sure he's a safe distance away and out of earshot. "Fuck face told me I have to go home."

Daisy scoffs and shakes her head. Staring at the man with eyes that wished they could kill. "Figures. He can't let you have one day? What about the girls?"

I understand Daisy's concern instantly. When I was at any of our past clubs, Felix laid off the girls and guys. I make sure everything is kept up to code, and for some reason, he acts like the perfect boss when I'm there.

"You'll look after them, yeah? I'll be back here tomorrow."

Daisy nods her head, but even after my reassurance of me being here tomorrow, I can tell she's worried. I'm worried too, but I can't save everyone.

I can barely save myself.

As I get into the car and think those exact words, I already start preparing myself for what is yet to come.

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You know that feeling when you are in an airplane, and you are so high in the air that your ears start to feel funny? They eventually ring because the pressure from the atmosphere is too much on your ears.

That's what I hear when Felix touches me. Never-ending rings in my ears, and the prayers in my head for this to end already.

The second he got home - earlier than usual, but who knows why Felix does half the things he does - reeking of alcohol, cigarettes, and sex. He burst into our room, acting like the door was heavy, and stumbled as he walked over to our bed. I watched the entire embarrassing occurrence from underneath the sheets. Hoping he would think I was asleep and leave me alone tonight.

That was a dumb thought, though, because, of course, he doesn't.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know your up, M." Felix says and grinds his already half-erect cock against my ass.

I curse under my breath and try to remove his hand that's going up my nightshirt. "Please, Felix. Not tonight. I'm still in pain from earlier."

Without warning, Felix flips me over and lays his weight right against my back. I feel the pressure of his entire body on top of me. Caging me between him and the mattress. "And you think I give a fuck, why? The whores here are to loose for my taste. I want the tight pussy you got."

I struggle against him, as always. Get hit in the side of the head for doing so, as always. And I always wonder why I never leave this conciseness. Even as he forces his dick inside me, I question why I don't allow myself to just completely shut off from the world. As he fucks into me so violently that I smell my own blood, I wonder why I don't just be the "submissive wife" he wants me to be.

And then it's when he cums into me, no more than five minutes later, that I remember, because I'm a Park. A stubborn, strong-headed, high will powered Park. No legal name change will ever change that in me. It doesn't matter how many times Felix fucks, hits, or kicks me. I'll always fight him. I'll always have something spiteful to say.

Because that's what M Park does and will always do.

Luckily, after Felix is down with me for the night, he's out like a light. My favorite part of the entire exchange. I can't tell you a single time, not even on our honeymoon, that I enjoyed having sex with him.

They tell you your first time is supposed to be "special" and that you're supposed to feel like a "whole new women" afterward. Well, whoever first said those words can suck my ass.

Organisms? Never heard of them.

Bleeding that won't stop until I take a shower? Pain that lasts a whole day and keeps me up at night? We're good pals.

And that's what I do - shower, I mean. I waddle my way into the bathroom, trying not to hiss as the pain sets in down south, and I take a shower to wash away the blood and disgustingness he left behind inside me. Scooping that shit out because there's no way I'll ever have a baby with him.

I wanted to get on birth control after we first had sex, but Felix canceled my appointment when he found out. I don't think Felix actually wants us to have a child together, but it's just another way he can control me.

And, because I fucking can, I leave the new mansion we just bought. Felix won't be waking up until late hours tomorrow, and this is always when I decide to make my life worth it. To get away from all things Felix and forget at night how terrible my daily life is like. Nightlife is better anyways, even if it's three in the morning.

We're back in my town, after all. I know I was saying before how I wished we never came here, but now that I'm here, exiting the front door and smelling that familiar fogged-up air, I'm loving this. Feeling a peace for the first time in a long time.

A flashback of Jimin and I coming outside of our childhood home at late hours of the night come to mind. The smile I gained for being in this town again falls as soon as that moment comes to mind. I know I'm going to have to talk to him, my brother, Jimin, eventually. It will start off sweet with a bunch of "I missed you so much" kind of things, but then Jimin will eventually bring up the obvious.

The wind blows my hair into my face, and I consider it a slap in the face from the universe. The universe telling me to stop worrying and run. Run and find the life you're always wishing for.

So I run.

I run down the driveway, past the neighboring mansion Felix was talking shit about earlier today, and straight into town. The street lights are lightening up the road I remember racing down in my youth. I'm glad to see the familiar coffee shop is still standing from all those years ago, although it has a different name now.

Kim's Coffee.

Now that I'm glancing around at all the shops and restaurants, most of them have names that either say "Kim" or "Park." Park because this town used to be named Park town, and technically still is on paper, but I guess once our moving truck left this town, they took my family's last name right off the sign. Only leaving the 'R' for some reason.

Damn, that was a depressing day. I wonder if you could consider it a second Great Depression, just without the low funds of money? Whatever.

The Kim stores, on the other hand, I don't 100% understand. I know my husband dislikes the man that has that last name, but I never listen to Felix's opinions. That, and I just don't understand how one person owns all these businesses within one small town.

It's then, as I'm walking down the middle of the road, that a lit-up game store catches my eye. It seems, besides the Lee club next door, it's the only business open late.

I walk up to the store and read on the front door a sign that reads in bold letters, "OPEN 24/7."

Back in the day - ew, that sounded like I'm old - back when I lived here the first time, I remember coming to a similar game store like this with a friend. We would come into the store on the days we didn't have school and play any and every game from open to closed.

My favorite game was always Dance Dance Revolution. I kinda feel bad for my friend now because I would play that game over and over again with him, and he would somehow never complain. I know he was bored of the game, but for some reason, he would play it with me anyway.

When it came to closing time, we always tried to beg the store owner to keep it open for another hour. This usually ended us with a broom almost hitting us in the heads as the guys chased us out.

I hear myself laugh at the memory and cover my mouth like it can keep the sound inside. Luckily, no one is around to hear my embarrassing laughter of the memories I have with a boy I used to cherish. I wonder what happened to him.

I then look up at the game store sign, and I'm surprised to see it's the only place that doesn't have a "Kim" or "Park" word in the title. Instead, it reads, "Jeons Games."

Why does that name sound so familiar?

I've met too many people with big names to try and remember. Without a second thought, I walk into the game store.

The smell of new and old game machines blasts my senses. I walk around looking at every machine with the biggest smile on my face. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've been in a game store like this, probably since I left this town originally.

The store is covered in all different shades of blues and pinks. The lights on the ceilings are LEDs to hue the entire place in a shade of purple. The wallpaper is black to let all the mixing colors vibe together. It's honestly a really cool-looking game store.

I skim my fingers around the joystick of a game that looks like its theme is wrestling and find myself giggling with joy for touching the plastic. When I look away from that game, is when my heart nearly stops in my chest. Right there in the middle of the store, basically, the crown jewel of the place is the game Dance Dance Revolution.

I speed walk right to the game and grab onto the bar in front of the arrowed floor. Feeling so youthful as I stare at the game that used to be my treasured favorite. I look around the store to see if anyone is there, and fortunately, no one is around to see what I'm about to do.

I dig a quarter out from inside my jeans pocket and put it in the game slot. I let the game do its magic and shuffle for a random song. It ends up picking the song Dancing Queen by ABBA, and I'm too excited to play the game to pick a new one.

It ends up being the perfect song because I'm dancing my fricken heart out! Feeling on top of the world as I hit each arrow on time and pat myself on the back for still having the skills to get a high score in this game.

By the time the game comes to an end, I'm out of breath, sweaty, and having to hold myself up by the handlebar. I watch the screen load up my finale score, and I'm happy to see it's a pretty high one.

It's when the screen highlights the top scores that my smile falls, and I actually have to do a double-take at the person's name who's claiming the top score. I say the name out loud, emphasizing each syllabus as I read it to myself, "Jungkook."

I'm flooded with so many forgotten emotions and memories that I could cry reading his name, but that doesn't stop the emotions I feel next when I hear the owner of that name say my own name.

"M."

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Index | Ch.11

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike protects his sister in every FNAF universe.. right?

[floette777]

Nickname

Later:

After playing the SV dlc I couldn't help wanting to make this mini pokemon comic! All the characters in the dlc are so fun and interesting with their personalities!

The story around Kieran's friendship/Little crush for Juliana in the dlc is so cute and sad how it ends in a teal mask. Juliana feels awful about what she and Carmine did to Kieran back in Kitakami and tries to apologize but he left before she got the chance to.

Plus Kieran doesn't have a smartphone so she sends mail to him almost every once a week thanks to Carmine giving her the mailing address and hopefully he responds but it never happens.

Well her joining the BB academy she can finally have a chance to rebuild their broken friendship but thanks to Drayton's trolling it's gonna be a lot harder and awkward for her to talk to Kieran.

Here is the sequel:

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Killer Queen Masterlist (Steve Harrington/Cassie Henderson)

Formerly “Life is Strange”.

Cassandra Delphia “Cassie Dare” “Cassie” Henderson is wild, dangerous… insubordinate… Right here, folks. right here.

Steve Harrington and Cassie Dare Henderson–best friends since diapers until the dare of 1979. It turns out that breaking and entering into the Hawkins Lab wasn’t a good idea when Dustin’s older sister, Cassie Dare did so because she when went in and didn’t come back out until being found near-dead in the woods three weeks later with no memory whatsoever from entering the lab but she hasn’t been the same since. She was distant and aloof despite the attempts of her little brother, Dustin and her best friend, Steve Harrington,  but the day that Will Byers goes missing she starts remembering things when she mysteriously gains strange abilities the same moment the gate opened and she meets a strange little girl who looks so familiar to her.

Warning(s): Cursing, PG-13 Sexual Content, 80’s Homophobia (Not explicit, just a comment here and there from Tommy and them.)

Pre-Season One:

Prologue (September 8 to September 29 of 1979)

Season One/November 6, 1983 to December 12, 1983:

Season One Cast

Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson 1983 Bio

The Vanishing of Will Byers (November 6 to November 7 of 1983)

The Weirdo On Maple Street (November 7 to November 8 of 1983)

Pan Henderson 1983 Bio

Holly Jolly (November 8 to November 9 of 1983)

The Body (November 10 of 1983)

The Flea and the Acrobat (November 10 to November 11 of 1983)

The Monster (November 11 to November 12 of 1983)

The Bathtub (November 12 of 1983)

The Upside Down (November 12 to November 13 of 1983 + Epilogue taking place on December 12 of 1983)

Post Season One/Pre-Season Two

Season Two Prolouge: Summer of 1984

Season Two/October 29 to December 15 of 1984)

Season Two Cast

Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson 1984 Bio

Pan Henderson 1984 Bio

MADMAX (October 29 to October 30 of 1984)

Trick or Treat, Freak (October 31 of 1984)

The Pollywog (October 31 to November 1 of 1984)

Will the Wise (November 1 to November 2 of 1984)

Dig Dug (November 2 to November 3 of 1984)

The Spy (November 3 to November 4 of 1984)

The Lost Sister (November 3 to November 4 of 1984) ???

The Mind Flayer (November 4 to November 5 of 1984)

The Gate (November 5 of 1984 + Eplilogue taking place on December 25 of 1984)

Season Three/June 28 to Unspecified Time Between September or October of 1985)

Season Three Cast

Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson 1985 Bio

Pan Henderson 1985 Bio

Suzie, Do You Copy? (June 28 to June 29 of 1985)

The Mall Rats (June 30 of 1985)

The Case of the Missing Lifeguard (July 1 of 1985)

The Sauna Test (July 2 of 1985)

The Flayed (July 3 of 1985)

E Pluribus Unum (July 3 to July 4 of 1985)

The Bite (July 4 of 1985)

The Battle of Starcourt (July 4 to July 5 + Epilogue Taking Place on Unspecified Time in September or October of 1985)

Season Four/March 21 to March 29 of 1986)

Season Four Cast

Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson 1986 Bio

Pan Henderson 1986 Bio

The Hellfire Club (March 21 of 1986)

Vecna’s Curse (March 21 to March 22 of 1985)

The Monster and the Superhero (March 22 to March 23 of 1986)

Dear Billy (March 23 to March 24 of 1986)

The Nina Project (March 24 to March 25 of 1986)

The Dive (March 25 to 26 of 1986)

The Massacure at Hawkins Lab (March 26 to March 27 of 1986)

Papa (March 27 of 1986)

The Piggyback (March 27 of 1986 + Epilogue Taking Place on March 29 of 1986)

Season Five (Rumored to Air in Late 2025 or early 2026; Time Jump Length Currently Unknown)

[lazylittledragon]

you know what fuck it we’re doing dadstarion

[esyra]

Haven't heard from family in days. I feel like it's time to accept they're gone. I know in my heart Palestine will, one day, be free, but it wasn't supposed to be like this.

We feared another Nakba, and it happened. 700,000 pushed out of their homes in 1948 to 1 million being forced to leave their homes in 2023.

We thought it couldn't get worse or more deadly than the Israeli invasion in 2014, and it happened. We lost 2,251 people in 50 days then. Now we're past 2,300 in one week.

What I heard most from my grandmother the first days it's that "this time is different". And I feel like a rock is crushing my heart in pieces because i've been hoping that speaking out, teaching people about the historical oppresion of Palestine would help but it's not helping. Nothing is changing.

I feel like I'm screaming into a void. There's some sympathy from people online, until I see content documenting Palestinian oppresion being flagged as 'hate speech' or check the comments of any updates on Gaza and it's: "blame it on hamas", "tell them to give up hamas", "the hamas asked for it". They're not even among civilians!!!!!

My heart feels full seeing the manifestations in favor of Palestine, then I see police forces breaking protests apart and remember that the people that can actually save Gaza don't care.

If there's nothing left to do but to watch the extermination of my people, then I'm going to beg for anyone reading this to please don't forget. Please.

Israel is hiding behind Judaism to commit genocide against Gaza. Netanyahu supported the Hamas militant group to prevent the establishment of the Palestine State, and now he's using them to justify his agenda of ethnic cleansing. He abandoned Israelis and left them to die because he cares more about seeing Gazans dead!

Every single person and institution supporting and financing Israel is complicit. I hope the deaths of every Palestinian haunts you for the rest of your lives and that you never find an ounce of forgiveness, for you do not deserve it.

Just as in the Iraq War, the US government is financing and cheering for the slaughter of millions of innocent Arab lives. The media is complicit by engaging in biased propaganda and other nuclear powers, such as the UK and Germany, are complicit too. You are fascists and war criminals and every drop of Palestinian blood is in your hands. I hope every single day, for the rest of your lives, you look in the mirror and see nothing but the blood you've helped spill.

This serves as yet another proof that not a single Western in a position of power, be it in the media or in government, sees Arabs as humans beings.

For decades, the US has comitted terrorism and crimes against humanity in the Middle East and has NEVER been held accountable. Over one million in Iraq; over 150,000 in Afghanistan; and now they'll turn Gaza into a graveyard. Punishing selected soldiers over the years does not erase the fact that the American military and its government validates their crimes during execution and are never punished for it.

Please never forget: Joe Biden is a genocidal terrorist, Rishi Sunak is a genocidal terrorist, the American Democrat Party and UK's Labour Party are led by genocidal terrorists, the European Union is led by genocidal terrorists, fuckass Walt Disney Company is led by genocidal terrorists; every celebrity that called for Palestinian death or stood by silently while ignoring our suffering is a genocidal terrorist.

May Allah protect the people in Palestine and grant the martyrs the highest level of Jannah. Wallah what keeps me here is knowing that the Akhirah is theirs. May Almighty Allah grant us imaan and Taqwa as high as the people of Gaza. Ameen.

[ronon-dex]

rewatching and the way luffy has no concept of personal space within his friendships is so endearing to me. the way he'll lay his head on nami's and straddle zoro and squeeze-hug koby without a single thought that it might be too much too fast. he loves like a little kid, and he sees the world like one too - just a massive playground where anything can happen. it's easy to see why his crew are drawn to him, especially nihilists like nami and zoro who have seen the worst of people. he represents the hopeful little kids inside them 😭

[linefelcei]

"Mom's not here and dad's busy, let's go on a run, Mel!" 🏃‍♀️💨

[marenwithanm]

You know Zelda, most Links actually were children during their adventures. Breath of the Wild Link Georg who was over 100 years old was an outlier and should not have been counted

As you can see, I'm still not over the idea of a younger Link and older Zelda in alttp. She feels so bad about dragging a little kid into this whole mess 😭