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[beskarandblasters]

Worth Fighting For

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F!Reader

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Summary: You’re captured in Filly by a group of criminals when The Ghoul is tracking down a bounty, forcing him to go on a quest to find you. Upon your reunion, feelings finally bubble to the surface.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, reader refers to him as The Ghoul, canon typical violence, blood, reader gets kidnapped, angst/insecurity, restraints, fingering, vaginal sex, irradiated creampie, pet names (sweetheart), no use of y/n

It’s just about to get dark in Filly. You’re walking side by side with The Ghoul and the tension hangs heavy in the air between you two. To put it plainly, you’re frustrated. It’s been years of this casual, no-strings-attached type of relationship. You’re never sure where you stand. On one hand, you don’t even know his name. But you’re only the person he holds close in the middle of the night. You’re stuck in this limbo of silently wanting more but never getting it. And every time you’ve tried to leave, you’ve never been successful. You come crawling back not just out of necessity but because your feelings are too strong. The cycle never seems to end. 

“You’re sure the targets are here?” you ask, looking over at him. 

He doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze on the street. “Positive.”

“You know you’re not welcome here.”

“And you know I can hold my own.”

“Let me see the posters again,” you sigh. 

He pulls you off to the side, taking refuge in a dingy alley so no one catches what you’re looking at. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out their folded-up bounty posters. Two men and a woman, wanted by each of the six agencies– Peter Baldwin, Mark Samson, and Lila Rendle. You’ve never tackled a group of three at once but you’re confident you and The Ghoul can get the job done. 

As he’s putting the bounty posters away a voice deep in the alley shouts, “Hey! You’re kind ain’t welcome here.”

The Ghoul turns to face who’s addressing him and immediately draws his gun. It’s a tall, scary-looking man with his own gun drawn. You lean into The Ghoul and place your hand on his gun, coaxing him to drop it. 

“Normally, I condone violence but we have a job to do. We can’t get run out of here just yet,” you whisper. “Just lie and say we’re leaving now.”

“Alright, we’ll be on our way then,” he sighs, putting his gun back in its holster. 

You turn to walk out of the alley, feeling the man’s stare burn a hole into you. But as you turn the corner you hear the man start running. The Ghoul places a hand on the small of your back and urges you forward. You glance over your shoulder and see that there’s a small group with the man, all of them with weapons drawn. 

You try to run faster and keep your gaze on what’s in front of you, narrowly avoiding running into people. The Ghoul draws his gun and shoots a few rounds behind him. Judging by the screams of pain that followed, he definitely hit someone. 

“Fuckin’ bastards,” he curses under his breath, letting go of your back to reload his gun. He turns around fully and opens fire. Explosions ring in your ears as he shoots, desperate to mow down whoever’s chasing you. But the split second his eyes are off of you turns out to be a big mistake when a hood slips over your head. You feel hands enclose around your wrists. You’re being dragged away and it doesn’t matter how hard you fight to break free. Your screams are muffled by the hood and the surrounding gunfire. The hands let go of your wrists and hook underneath your arms while someone else grabs your ankles. Now you’re being carried away and resisting proves to be utterly useless. 

“It’ll be a lot easier for you if you don’t resist,” a man’s voice says. 

Filly is unfortunately the type of place where citizens don’t intervene when they see a group of people kidnapping a woman. Your sense of time is warped. They could’ve been carrying you for five minutes or five hours. But eventually, the sounds of Filly disappear and you’re in the woods. You’re hoisted upright where a different voice commands, “Walk. And don’t try any funny stuff.” 

They bound your wrists and force you to walk. So far you’ve only detected that there are at least two men. But you’re unsure if there are more. Someone reaches for the gun attached to your belt and takes it, leaving you all the more defenseless. 

You walk for what feels like forever, knees threatening to give out beneath you from exhaustion. The sun beats down on you, drenching your back in perspiration. All you can think about is water. God, your mouth is so dry and this hood over your head is suffocating. 

“Where are you taking me?” you choke out. 

“Somewhere far away,” a voice says. Not just any voice– a woman’s voice. 

And then it dawns on you. 

“...Lila?”

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” she sighs.

Before you can respond, they force you to stop walking, holding onto your arms tightly. A door opens and suddenly you’re forced inside and thrown onto a hard concrete floor. You scramble onto your hands and knees as they enter the room. The door slams shut and you’re hoisted up by your arms, dragging you back a few feet until you’re sitting in a chair as your hands are tied to the back. 

It’s only then that the hood comes off. You frantically scan the room and try to gauge where you are but it’s useless. It’s a bleak gray room with no windows and rather large for a single prisoner. There’s no sunlight pouring in from the cracks in the door so you can only assume it’s still night time. Finally, your eyes land on the three scumbags that kidnapped you. Upon looking at them you notice that their resemblance to their bounty posters is uncanny. Each of them has guns strapped to their hips. But one of the men (you think it’s Peter) has two. And that’s when you notice he’s the one who took your gun. Fucking bastard. 

“What’s the point? You know he’s going to come looking for me,” you spit. 

“Maybe he will,” Peter shrugs, “Actually, I hope he does.” 

He walks over to you and crouches down, looking up at you with a menacing grin. 

“Because you’re our ticket bargaining with that creature.”

He stands and rejoins the other two. And with that, they’re gone. You’re left alone in the vast room. You’re just… helpless. Bound to a chair with no food or water. And as far as you can tell, there’s not even a fucking pot for you to piss in. 

Your mind is spinning, wondering how long you were walking for, how long you’ll be kept here. Fuck, you’re wondering where here even is. You think about The Ghoul and can’t help but wonder… Is he even searching for you? Is he relieved you’re gone? Less of a burden. One extra person he doesn’t have to worry about any longer. 

No, that’s foolish. He’ll come back for you. 

You go back and forth, convincing and unconvincing yourself that The Ghoul will find you. But eventually, the exhaustion from walking miles on end catches up with you and you fall asleep in the chair, staring at the ceiling. 

-

You’re startled awake by voices arguing outside. And not to mention, a crick in your neck. Your mouth is dryer than the desert and you feel sore. You blink a few times and try to focus on the conversation at hand. It’s about you. One of the men angrily exclaims, “I’m not wasting precious water on her!”

“Who knows how long it’ll be until The Ghoul shows up. She’s no good to us dead.”

He sighs, “I guess you’re right.”

The door opens and the three of them enter. Mark’s holding a bottle of water, knuckles white with how much tension he’s using to squeeze it. He walks over to you and grabs your chin, saying, “Open.”

He forces you to chug water but you’re not complaining. If someone offers you water, you drink it. Who knows when these fucks will give you any more?

“Can I please get out of this chair?” you ask once you’re done. 

The group looks at each other before Lila says, “Tie her up back there.”

You try to glance over your shoulder at what’s behind you but it doesn’t matter. Because Peter and Mark are dragging the chair to the back of the room, hastily untying you and shoving you on the floor. They grab your wrists and tie you to a pipe. At least you can lean against the wall. 

They leave without saying a word and you’re left alone wondering about how much time has passed… again. 

-

Sleep comes and goes for you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been here. You’re not sure what the time of day is. They could be treating you a lot worse. But you’ve been “lucky” enough to score water and food from them. You’re clearly more valuable alive for whatever their plan is. 

The three of them return in what you deduce is the afternoon, judging by the quick flash of sky you see whenever they open the door. It’s time for more water but all of a sudden, the door kicks in and sunlight fills the room. The Ghoul’s silhouette looms, his shadow stretching and encompassing the room. 

“I recommended you get the fuck away from her,” he says, taking two steps forward. His gun is drawn and he’s wearing a cocky smirk. 

“It doesn’t have to escalate to violence,” Peter shrugs, putting his hands up. “You see, we just wanna bargain.”

“Not interested.”

“It’s simple, old man. We let her go if you let us go. Don’t turn us in.”

“Well, if that was easy, why didn’t you just say so from the start?” The Ghoul says sarcastically. He puts his gun back in his holster and laughs, taking a step closer. “I mean, we’re all adults, right?”

You look at Peter, Mark and, Lila, watching them physically relax. 

“So we let her go and we forget this ever happened?” Mark asks. 

“Oh, I forget the three of you even exist,” The Ghoul smiles. 

Mark goes to free your hands but before he can untie the rope, a loud blast rips through the room. He’s blasted off to the side, falling to the floor with blood pooling around him, leaking from the gaping wound in his chest. Lila draws her gun and aims it at The Ghoul, but he’s faster than her, shooting her in the head. She lifelessly falls to the floor, dead in an instant. Peter was already running towards the door the second the first shot was fired. The Ghoul shoots him without even looking, hitting him in the leg. He collapses to the floor with a yelp, screaming in pain. 

The Ghoul walks over to him as he tries to drag himself away, inching with all his might to the door. He crouches down above Peter and says, “You thought I was just gonna let you off easy for takin’ her from me? You’re fuckin’ stupider than I thought.”

The Ghoul shoots him in the head and stands up, walking over to you and pulling out a knife to cut the rope. He bends down and gets to work, telling you, “I’m sorry it took me a while to find you, sweetheart.”

“How long was I gone?”

“Two days.”

“That’s it? Thank God. It felt much longer.”

It falls silent from you as he works to free your wrists. It’s arousing that he killed three people for you but you’re also half-shocked he even showed up at all. Although, you can’t ignore the excitement brewing between your legs. 

“I’m… surprised you came for me.”

“What?” he says, head snapping back towards you. 

“What?”

“Why would you be surprised?”

“I just… didn’t think I meant anything to you.”

As soon as your hands are free, you bring them to your lap, anxiously fiddling with your finger as you pour your heart out. 

“Why would you think that, sweetheart?”

His voice is so gentle, a side of him you’ve never seen before. 

“I didn’t think you felt anything for me. I didn’t know if I was worth crossing the Wastelands for.” 

He grabs your hands and says, “You saw how I killed those fucks for you, right? The past two days were hell on earth, not knowing if you were okay.”

“Really?”

“You’re worth fighting for, sweetheart.” 

Maybe it’s the overwhelming emotions of being set free. Maybe it’s just the fact of knowing your feelings are reciprocated. But you can’t help but pull yourself into his lap, straddling him and giving him what you’ve been yearning for; a kiss. He doesn’t startle or hesitate. He melts right into your touch. But he doesn’t let you straddle him for long, gently coaxing you onto your back. He’s hovering above you, looking down at you with a smile. A rare kind of smile. For once he’s not smug. For once he’s happy. 

And he’s about to show you why you’re his. 

He kisses along your jaw and down your neck, hand palming your thigh above your pants. 

“You know how bad I wanted to do this?” he whispers, nipping at your skin. 

“Show me,” you whisper back, a shiver running down your spine. 

His fingers tease the waistbands of your pants and anxiously, you start kicking off your shoes. He chuckles and helps you get your lower half undressed. 

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he chuckles. 

“You have no idea how bad I wanted this too,” you whine. 

He chuckles again and brings his fingers to his mouth, getting them nice and wet to play with you. He rubs soft circles around your clit before moving to your cunt, making sure to mention how wet you are already.

“I guess you really did want this so bad, huh?” he teases, sliding one finger inside.

With his face inches above yours, he studies your face, watching as your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen. He curls his one finger, slowly pushing against your g-spot. 

“Remind me, sweetheart. Who do you belong to?” 

“You.” 

“That’s right,” he praises, adding a second finger. 

You moan in response to the newfound girth, feeling your orgasm build. You roll your hips into his hand, moans filling the air around you. 

“You gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

“Mhm,” you whimper. 

“Do it,” he commands, curling his fingers faster and faster. 

You cum hard around his fingers, feeling your wetness soak his hand. He looks down between your legs and curses, “Fuck, you came so hard for me.”

He continues to finger you through your high, feeling your walls pulsate around him. When you’re done he pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to his mouth. He closes his eyes and moans as he tastes you. 

“So fucking good. So sweet,” he comments, resting on his heels as he pulls his cock out. Your cheeks heat up at his praise while he gathers your wetness in his hand, slathering it on his cock. With each of his hands by either side of your hand, he thrusts into you in one swift motion. 

You moan at the feeling of being full and he curses under his breath, burying his head in the crook of your neck again. He licks and nips at your skin while drawing his hips back and slamming into you. You feel your walls expand to accommodate his girth, your mind going fuzzy with nothing but thoughts of him. 

“Fuck, you take this cock like a fuckin’ angel,” he mutters into your skin. 

You moan in response, stars christening your vision as your pleasure builds once again. You squirm and grip onto his coat for purchase. The impending orgasm finally breaks loose, this one even more intense than the first. You whimper and moan underneath him and he makes sure to study your face again as you cum, praising you to no end. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he says, thrusting into you harder until he cums, too. He fucks you through both of your highs, the two of you coming together in a beautiful symphony. His cum spills inside you and the pace of his thrusts turns erratic. Your orgasm begins to ebb and flow, slowly coming to a halt. You return to reality, feeling the aftershocks of bliss until he eventually goes soft and pulls out of you.

He sits on the floor, motioning for you to come over and return to his lap. You straddle him again, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back softly and whispers, “You believe me now?”

“Hmm… I don’t know. You might have to show me again.”

“Not complaining, sweetheart.”

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[lemoncrushh]

Kinda Perfect

Summary: It's a girls' night out and Harry shows up, but you decide not to let your new friend Tiffany know that Harry is your boyfriend.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1230

A/N: Real Harry x y/n, written in 2017. Originally an oc, edited to be a reader fic. Thanks for voting for me to repost all these silly little fics lol. I used to refer to these as blurbs or drabbles, but I think the definitions have changed over the years. They will still be listed under one shots on my masterlist, but they are shorter than most of my other one shots, around 1200-1600 words.

"Oh my God!" Tiffany shouted before immediately covering her mouth with her hand.

"What is it?" you asked, swirling your straw around your glass.

"Is that..." she leaned closer to you in the booth and whispered loudly, "Harry Styles?"

Your eyes followed her gaze across the room where indeed you spotted the tall, handsome man.

"Oh. Yeah," you smirked.

"Wow. Have you seen him here before?"

You nodded. "A few times."

Tiffany sighed, sitting back. "He's so..."

You raised a brow. "So what?"

"Gorgeous."

You jutted out your bottom lip as you pretended to consider her comment. "You think?"

"God, yes. Don't you?"

You chuckled lightly. "I suppose so."

Just then, your best friend Linda returned from the restroom with Jan. Scooting into the booth across from you, Linda grinned at you.

"He's here, did you see?" she cocked her head toward the front of the room where Harry stood.

"Yes," you eyed her.

She bit her lip as she acknowledged your intent.

"Are you talking about Harry?" asked Tiffany, your new oblivious friend.

"Yeah," Linda said quickly before lifting her beer.

"Do you guys know him or something?"

"Oh, yeah, he's Y/N's-" Jan began before you kicked her under the table. "Ouch!"

You watched Tiffany's eyes widen as she gasped. "He's your what?"

"Friend," Linda finished.

"Yeah, friend," Jan grimaced as she rubbed her shin.

"Oh! How lucky. Does that mean...I get to meet him?"

Your gaze shifted between your two other friends who just looked at you dumbfounded. Then you addressed Tiffany nonchalantly.

"Probably."

"Oh gosh! Um...maybe I should go to-"

Tiffany's words stopped abruptly when she saw the tall figure walking toward you. You bit your tongue and held my breath as Harry stepped up to your table, an easy grin on his face.

"Hello, ladies," he greeted.

"Hi, Harry," Jan and Linda said in unison.

He raised his brows at you, noticing my silence. You lifted your hand and wiggled your fingers in a poor attempt of a wave. You could practically feel the nerves emitting from Tiffany as she stared up at him.

"Harry, this is our friend, Tiffany," you said.

With typical Harry Styles charm, his smile widened to reveal his perfect teeth as he held out his hand.

"Hello, Tiffany."

"Lovely to meet you," she replied in a slightly shaky voice.

You giggled to yourself as Harry's eyes locked on Tiffany's, and you saw her blush. You could feel Linda and Jan looking at you, but you knew if you turned my head you'd lose your cool.

"Are we having drinks?" asked Harry when he let go of Tiffany's hand.

"Yep," answered Jan, lifting her nearly empty glass.

"Need another one, I see. I'll be right back."

Harry patted his hand against the table, his rings clicking, before turning in the direction of the bar. However, he was stopped mid-way by a couple other people that he knew, and because he was always so polite, he engaged them in conversation.

"I should probably just get my own drink," remarked Jan with a smirk.

"He's kind of a dork," scoffed Linda.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Tiffany incredulously. "He's kinda perfect."

You dropped your head to keep from laughing as you heard Linda snicker.

"What? What did I say?"

"No guy is perfect," Linda answered. "Even Harry Styles."

"Well, I beg to differ." Tiffany sat back and crossed her arms. "Of course I could never be so lucky to get a guy like that."

"Oh c'mon, Tiff, yes you could," said Jan.

"No way," Tiffany shook her blonde curls. "He's way out of my league."

"Eh, he's not so great," you commented. "He's just like any other guy. He curses and smells sometimes."

Tiffany's jaw dropped as she glared at you. "But you're friends with him. Surely you know how amazing he is."

You shrugged. "I mean, he's cute, I'll admit. And he's funny. But he's...kind of overrated. He's annoying as fuck."

"I have a hard time believing that," Tiffany laughed.

"It's true," you rolled your eyes. "And he's not even a good kisser."

The collective gasp at the table was audible as you realized what you'd just said.

"You've kissed him?" Tiffany whined.

"Um...whoops," you mumbled.

Your eyes met Linda's as she shook her head, silently telling you you'd gone too far. You sucked in your lips and looked up, hoping to God Harry hadn't decided on that moment to stroll back to your table. You were relieved when you saw he was still chatting with a small group of people.

"Did...did you guys date?"

"Um..." you grabbed you cocktail and took a hesitant sip, prolonging your reply. Fortunately Jan took the liberty of replying for you.

"You could say that."

"Oh," Tiffany sighed. "What hap- I mean...why aren't you...um...never mind. It's none of my business."

Before you could say anything else and let her know it was okay, Harry returned to your booth with a glass in each hand. He set them in front of Jan and Tiffany who both smiled and said thank you. Then with a smirk, he beckoned you. Sliding out of the booth, you followed him to the bar where he handed you a drink. As you took a sip, he slipped his hands around your waist.

"I missed you," he whispered in your ear.

"Me too," you said softly before planting a soft kiss on his jaw.

"Mmm," he sounded at the touch. "What time can we leave?"

You chuckled, looking down at your cocktail. "I told you it's a girls' night tonight."

"All night?"

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"So when do we get a Harry and Y/N night?"

"Maybe when you stop following me everywhere," you teased.

"'m not following you," he laughed with a hint of a pout.

Blinking slowly, you looked up at him. "Do you wanna be with me, H?"

Lifting his brows, he nodded. "Yeah."

Tilting your head slightly, you raised your hand to brush his cheek before kissing his lips. "Then be with me."

Turning for the booth, you made your way to the other side and sat down next to Tiffany. You saw that she was fiddling with a napkin, folding the corners until they met in the middle, then opening it up only to do it over again. Your heart sank in your chest. You felt horrible.

"I'm sorry," you murmured.

"It's okay," she blinked, not taking her focus from the napkin.

"No, that was cruel of me. I thought I'd have a little laugh, playing a little trick to see if you'd catch on. But it backfired. I'm really sorry."

You felt Harry sit down on the other side of you as he reached across the table to give Linda her glass. You heard her say thanks as Tiffany shrugged and looked at you.

"It really is okay," she smiled. "So you are together?"

A hand touched your back then, and you felt a warmth surge through your body. Swallowing hard, you nodded. "It's still really new...but yeah."

"I'm happy for you," Tiffany said. "I just hope you know how lucky you are."

You sighed as Harry's fingers traveled up your back and then down your arm until his hand found yours.

"I think I do," you grinned as you squeezed his hand. "And you're right. He is kinda perfect."

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Thinking about how actress!reader was a nervous wreck from the moment the phone call ended. Pacing around the hotel suite as you droomscrolled on twitter instead of getting ready for the day. Prompting Miguel to take your phone away, telling you he’s keeping it for the rest of the day.

Bodyguard!Miguel that had barely enough time to properly prepare himself for the flood of European (and American who had traveled) paparazzi that rushed towards you the second you stepped out of the hotel lobby. A surprise yelp leaves your lips at the sensation of Miguel’s large hands pulling you against him, one arm quickly wrapping around your waist as the other pushes away the buzzing swarm around you. Your mind goes into fight or flight mode from all the commotion, unfortunately your body chooses the third, unspoken option: freeze.

Panicked hands go to cover your eyes from the flashing lights, not even thinking about going to grab the sunglasses from your purse. Pupils constricting, your eyes not trained yet to the constant flashing as you attempt to blindly walk through the crowd, your only sense of direction to the car was Miguel. Heart jumping to your throat when you almost miss a step on the hotel stairs.

You couldn’t even hear yourself think over all the noise, people calling your name in an attempt to ask you questions about the rumors, about you and your costar, the constant shuttering of cameras, Miguel shouting at people to stay clear. It was too much.

You knew what you were signing yourself up, the second you signed that dotted line on your manager’s contract. That eventually, you’d activate the stardom you’ve always dreamed of. Your face plastered on big screens, movie posters, you had almost forgotten how quickly those aspirations could turn into something else. Even as a young teen, you watched those TMZ videos of celebrities who had gotten into a scandal being harassed and followed by paparazzi. You always told yourself that if you ever got to that level you’d never do anything to end up in that position.

You didn’t realize that something as simple as gelato could end up so messy.

Bodyguard!Miguel that was finally able to pull you into the car, silence flooding the vehicle as he pulled away from the hotel. Too focused on driving to notice the way your hands trembled in your lap, knuckles turning to white around the hem of your shirt.

Bodyguard!Miguel who was too focused on driving to notice the way your eyes were watering, lashes blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, thanking the lord you wore waterproof mascara today.

Bodyguard!Miguel who was too focused on driving to notice the way your teeth bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from breathing erratically.

Bodyguard!Miguel who finally noticed, when you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a shaky sob.

—

Without much thought he pulled into an empty parking space. They were probably going to be a bit late to the meeting your manager had scheduled but they could wait, you weren’t in any condition to leave the car if he didn’t get you to calm down.

“Hey, hey…” His usual deep voice, now soft as he turned to you and pushed the hair out from your face before gently sliding them down. Rough calloused hands enveloping your softer one. “What’s going on? Tell me what’s going on?”

Another sob escaped your throat as you shook your head, not having the strength to speak yet. Miguel tried his best not to release an annoyed sigh, he wasn’t one to comfort others, it wasn’t in his job description, if he wanted to hear about people’s feelings, he would have been a therapist. But something about the way your pretty doe eyes refuse to meet his, and the sight of your usual sweet smile was replaced with trembling lips and distressed sobs. He couldn’t handle the heartache it gave him.

“Okay, just- breathe… take a deep breath.” He muttered gently, treating you almost like a frightened deer, afraid if he came across as too harsh (despite knowing you were used to his usual cold behavior) that you’d close yourself off more. His hands holding yours as he took his own in example, releasing it involuntarily when you took your own.

If you weren’t in the throes of a panic attack, you would have been a bit weirded by his sudden gentle behavior. Or the way that when you went to take your hand away from his to wipe away some tears that he was already on the job, the warmth of his hand making you lean into his touch for a split second.

“I’m-I’m sorry…” You finally spat out as you sniffed, not noticing the way Miguel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly before you continued. Reddening eyes finally open to his concerned gaze. “I-I know that I’d eventually be swarmed by paparazzi in my career. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.” You explained, keeping yourself from hiccuping as much as you can in between words. “I wasn’t prepared for it… embarrassing I know…” You ended your words with a weak chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but by the way Miguel’s eyes softened ever so slightly, it was obvious he didn’t find it amusing.

“It’s not.” He shook his head slightly as he brought his hand back up to wipe away a few more lingering tears that released from when you chuckled. “I haven’t been doing this job for that long, but I’ve been doing it long enough to tell you that a lot of celebrities don’t react well to that.” His words made you warm with reassurance, his touch made you feel grounded. “No one would in that position, you’re human. Don’t get embarrassed about your emotions.” For one who usually doesn’t do as much speaking in your dynamic, he sure was good with words.

—

Bodyguard!Miguel who wouldn’t start the car again until the teary-eye expression left your face.

Bodyguard!Miguel who excused your flushed cheeks to the Italian summer weather.

Bodyguard!Miguel who pretended like he didn’t notice the way you looked at him during the rest of the car ride, as if he had suddenly hung the stars and moon. Excusing it on just being a tired-like gaze, emotionally draining from the past hour.

Bodyguard!Miguel who didn’t want to feed on any delusions about his feelings towards you.

Bodyguard!Miguel who made sure you were alright one more time before shutting the car off in the set's parking lot…and one more time before you were in front of the trailer that some of the higher producers used as a makeshift office.

—

“Sorry we’re late.” You said as soon as you entered, eyes immediately falling on the group that was sitting around a table with some coffees. “It was hard to get here with the paparazzi.” Not a complete lie.

“It’s fine.” Your manager said as he motioned for you to join the group, sounding more calm then he did at the table, which you quickly did. Miguel stayed at the corner of the room (as always) as you sat to your manager’s right, and to Peter’s left. Next to Peter was his manager, then the head of Marketing, the director and the lead of both of yours and Peter’s Pr teams. (That you had no Idea where even in the country.)

“So we all were talking about how to tackle this situation before you both came here.” The director started as he looked between you and Peter. “Usually, we would just have you both release a statement saying that there aren't any romantic feelings between you both.” The sentence almost sounded like a question but he continued before you could dwell on his tone too much. “But…because this is a romance movie… it wouldn’t help give the movie more publicity-“

“In fact, it’ll do the opposite.” The marketing director butted in as he slid over a sheet towards you and Peter. “We looked at what some were saying online, and overall it would be worse for us if we came out with such a statement.”

“People love it when costars on romance movies actually get involved in real life, it gives them more motivation for them to see the movie. It makes the whole thing more authentic to them, meaning they’ll come watch, meaning more sales.” The director spoke again, making you and Peter share a look. They weren’t thinking what you were thinking… right? “So we were thinking…”

Oh god.

“That you and Peter could…pretend to have a relationship.”

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[themilfsland]

Shut your mouth, Wanda.

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/n: inspired by the best line from the movie "kill your darlings". - I hope y'all know what I'm talking about but if not just roll to the end of this post 😉. It's basically a dialogue.

Nat: why can't she just follow the plan??

Natasha irritated shouted entering the Avengers compound with Steve trying to follow her steps. Wanda and Bruce walking in silence behind them.

Steve: calm down, Nat. She's a kid and is still learning.

Nat: yeah? but it's time for her to know her place in the field, she can't keep putting other inoccent lives in dangerous.

Wanda: heeeey, instead of what you're accusing me, I saved those inoccent lives! - she says getting close to Natasha with a defiant look.

Nat: but still didn't follow the plan!!! Everything was under control there, Bruce was right behind and got the sign! Why didn't you stay on the ship as we told you?

Bruce: guys, that's alright. We did accomplished the mission and no injured. Wanda didn't stick with the plan, ok, but she did a great job after all.

Nat: are you defending her??? - she looked in disbelief.

Tony: What is the reason of all these shouting going on here? - he said leaving the elevator and analyzing the scene - oh these two again...

Steve: yeah and you lost the best act of this aggressive show - chucking a bit he continued - they literally argued during the entire time on the ship.

Tony: what Rhodey usually says? Hmm ohh this will end up as enemies to lovers, I guess..

Nat: not this bullshit again... besides I have some dignity, okay?

Wanda was furious. She just can't stan with this inoccent role Natasha always play in front of people. She was fucking tired of all this ignorant treating. It was unfair and she was done with that so all the anger came out.

Wanda: you talk like a hero, but you fuck me and still don't treat me well in from of the group. How does that work?

Nat: shut your mouth, Wanda!

Wanda: I thought you liked wide open.

Bruce and Steve: woow what is that?? - they said together in surprise.

Tony: oh my god, I KNEW IT!!!!

Nat: go to your room, Maximoff. - she just gave a cold glance to Wanda.

Bruce: guys...what's happening?

It was Natasha who was furious. Not closing her eye contact with the younger, She raised her eyebrow challenging Wanda's next choice.

Nat: now.

Her accent make the word even sharper.

Wanda huffed and turned heading towards the hallway. The tension could be felt by everyone there till Tony broke the silence.

Tony: It will be a long night...

Natasha rolled her eyes and decided to not wasted any more of her energy but she knew she had to put her ego aside and talk with Wanda. The best thing she could do now was, at least, pretend to follow the kid, so as she did.

Steve: come on, Bruce. Let's have some snack. - tapping on his shoulder. - Ohh, Nat, Take easy on her. - he mocked.

Natasha showed her middle finger and didn't look back.

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Yep, that's what I'm talking about 🫠

video credits: elizabettholsenfc on instagram.

[iminlovewithreneerapp]

Pool Party-

A little story based on my alignment chart for pool parties. FT everyone making fun of jsnis the whole time basically.

here it is for reference!!! ^^^

She really didn’t want to do this. Janis thought to herself as she stood outside the large george mansion. 

“Janis let’s go!” Damian shouts behind the girl as he begins pushing her forward.

“Can’t we just go back and finish our movie” She groans digging her heels into the ground. 

“And be antisocial for senior year. No thank you” 

Janis crosses her arms and continues to dig in her heels stopping herself from moving any further.

“Janis, if you don’t stop acting like a child. I’ll treat you like one. Than i’ll have to carry you inside and you’ll be really embarrassed”

“Damian I don’t wanna be here!” She argues stomping her foot before she can stop herself.

Damian raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and walking in front of her.

“I know she was a complete asshole to you. She really has put in an effort to change though. Listen if she’s rude to you one more time we can call it quits and go home and watch the movie and never hang out with them again. Yeah?” 

“What about senior year” She mocks crossing her arms.

“I’ll have you and it’ll be ok”

Janis nearly melts at that and she leans in and hugs her bestfriend (which never happens).

“Hey losers you gonna come in or keep sexing on my driveway!” A loud voice yells interrupting the moment between the two.

Janis shoves damian away with a blush. Janis is not soft so she doesn’t hug. Her cover was nearly blown.

“Ready?” Damian asks janis who sighs dramatically.

“That’s a dumb question” 

“Let’s gooo!” Regina yells opening the door further. 

“Janis walk now or i’ll pick your little ass up” Damian threatens standing and up and stretching his back. 

“You wouldn’t dare!” Janis shouts putting her hands on her hips.

Damian raises his eyebrow in his famous try me face and janis stomps to the door where the blonde stands.

“Janis, lovely to see you” Regina grins.

“Go back to hell” Janis scoffs before it turns to a squeak as she’s pulled back by her shirt from passing the blonde.

“She’s sorry” Damian says as he guides the girl by her shirt like a leash.

“No i’m not!” Janis yells before its muffled as Damian claps his hand over her mouth. 

“Bite me you’re dead!” Regina heard Damian yell as they walk outside. Regina giggles softly and grabs the extra towels before following them outside.

Damian pulls off his shirt and poses in his rainbow striped swim shorts before jumping in. Gretchen lays on the side in a lean chair chatting with cady while karen splashes on the steps of the shallow section. Aaron floats on his back in the middle of the water.

Janis throws her towel down on the chair. Walking over to the side of the pool and dipping her foot in.

 She tosses a football at damian’s head who’s floating on the water after it hits him and he shouts angrily she gets lectured by three different people about pool safety.

After her friends act too much like adults for her liking she walks to the side of the pool and starts sorting through the toys on the side. She grabs a large water gun and looks at Cady, Regina and Gretchen on the side in the lawn chairs. She smirks grabs an extra gun and hands it to karen telling her the plan.

5 minutes later with matching shit eating grins on their faces Janis and Karen walk over to the girls hiding behind their lawn chairs as they talk about nails.

Janis spins and shoots the water at the girls who all squeal and cover their faces. Karen does the same giggling and jumping up and down as she shoot’s gretchen with water. Bored with the amount of water coming out She undos the holder and tips it over spilling the water all over regina.

She grins at the drenched blonde whose hands move into fists. 

“Janis Elizabeth Imi’ike” Regina says in a weirdly calm but angry tone standing up and looking down at the girl she towers over. 

“Hey” Janis smirks innocently. The rest of them watch on in both fear and amusement. Karen sits next to gretchen who dragged her down and ruffled her hair in retaliation. 

Janis and Regina continue in a staring match. Before Janis raises the gun up one more time and lets the last squirt of water hit the blonde right in her face.

Regina’s eyes narrow further as she screams angrily and reaches forward grabbing the small brunette. She grabs her by the back of her shirt and drags her to the side of the pool. 

“you think that was funny” Regina asks spinning the girl to face her.

“Hilarious” Janis smirks. Regina smirks back at her mockingly.

“I hope you find this funny too” Regina says before leaning down and lifting her up. A hand around her waist and one around her leg. 

“No don’t! This is my favorite shirt!” Janis yells twisting in the hold. 

“Should’ve thought about that before drenching me in water!” Regina shouts adjusting her hold on the girl. She looks down at the girl in her arms and smirks.

“Have a nice swim” She says before leaning back and tossing the flailing girl into the deep end. Janis hits the water on her back immediately yelping at the contact. 

She swims up wiping her hair from her face and climbs out of the pool an annoyed look on her face. She takes her drenched shirt and shorts off setting them on the lawn chair and wringing them out. 

She grumbles to herself as she does so before taking a deep breath and climbing back in the water ignoring regina who continues to smirk at her.

She swims over to damian who makes fun of her for a few minutes before they chill and talk about school until they are interrupted by a large yell.

“let’s play chicken!” cady shouted a bright smile covering her face. Karen cheered along at the idea.

“I can ref” Gretchen offered softly coming and sitting on the edge apprehensively. Regina sat next to her and offered to ref too.

“No way Regina! we need an even number!” Janis shouts splashing at the blonde. Still angry at the tall girl.

“It’s too cold” Regina grumbles crossing her arms “plus chlorine is like really bad for my hair.” 

Janis mocks her before swimming over only to be stopped by damian grabbing her, an arm hooked around her waist and stopping her from moving.

“What are you doing?” she shouts exasperated. Flailing her arms in the water slapping at the taller boys arms.

“Saving you from your own bad choices” damian shoots back turning to the blonde still holding his angry friend.

“Come on Regina, your hair will look fabulous no matter what, can you just come in?” Damian offers batting his eyes.  Regina sighs but slowly lowers herself into the water, wincing at the cold.

“Great! So i’m with aaron obviously!” Cady says wrapping an arm around him. Janis continues to fight at damian’s arm still trapping her.

“Do i have to be with her?” damian sighs dramatically and motions to the small girl in his arm. 

“Rude!” Janis yells as Regina snorts.

“No Damian you can pick whomever you’d like” Cady says helpfully.

“Whomever” Janis mocks fidgeting. 

“Karen want to team?” Damian asks the tall girl who nods happily her eyes widened.

“Hey! That leaves me with the monster!” Janis supplies still fidgeting in his arm.

“You’ll be fine” he rolls his eyes and lets go of his hold causing her to sink and gulp a lot of water. 

“Fuck you!” she shouts as she comes back up for air with a gasp, ignoring her friends laughs.

She swims softly over to regina still grumbling. 

“Climb on” Regina sighs lowering herself into the water. 

“What no way!” Janis scoffs shaking her head.

Regina tilts her head and look at the girl. 

“What?”

“I’m not getting on your shoulders! You get on mine” Janis challenged lowering herself in the water. 

“Janis seriously, you can’t even touch.”

“Yes I can!”

“Janis seriously, you were going to get on damian’s!” She shouts ignoring her.

“Well damian doesn’t hate me!” Janis shoots back crossing her arms.

“Jesus Janis, I don’t hate you. I never have. I’m so so sorry for the way I treated you, but i promise it wasn’t out of hate!”

“Than what was it out of?”

“That’s not important can you just get on, before we get disqualified or some shit?”

Janis grumbles and looks up at her again. She mumbles something.

“What was that?” the blonde asks moving closer.

“I said i…” She says trailing off again.

“Seriously Janis, I can’t hear you!”

“I don’t like heights!” She shouts. Regina laughs holding a hand out on her side.

“I’m sorry, I just”

“Ok ok, wrap it up” janis grumbles embarrassed.

“Ok i’m sorry, it’s just kind of funny” 

“no it’s not!”

“Ok, Im sorry. I promise i’ll hold on to you though and if you fall you’ll hit water so it’ll be ok. Yeah?”

“Yeah” Janis agrees softly and swims around behind the blonde and presses her hands on her shoulder.

“Go down” She whispers softly. Regina gulps but begins to slowly lower herself. She resists the urge to gasp as she feels tiny nails rake across her neck and pull her wet hair from behind the neck and lightly toss it over the one shoulder.

“Ready?” Janis asks.

“Ready” Regina replies with a gulp as she sinks and the short girl hoists her self onto her shoulders and immediately grabs the blondes head.

“Oh fuckkkk, this is high” Janis squeaks wrapping her arm around the blondes head.

“Janis Stop” regina grunts shaking her head. The brunette grabs her head tighter.

“Come on we don’t got all day!” Damian shouts as karen sits on his shoulders and picks at his earring. Cady and aaron are in their own world trying to recreate the spiderman kiss, with cady atop his shoulders.

Regina grins as they move in closer and janis’s grip tightens and her legs lock under her arm pits in an attempt to stay still.

“Jay, I promise, I got you. I won’t let you go” Regina whisper. Although she can’t see the girls reaction she feels the hold loosen a bit.  

“Ready teams?” Gretchen asks.

“Ready” Damian smirks at Janis. Mocking threatening glances at her. 

“Wait!” Janis shouts causing everyone to halt and look at her.

“Janis?” Gretchen asks looking at the girl.

“I- Nevermind” she says glaring back at damian who smirks at her. 

“Ready set go!” Gretchen yells as the teams move to each other. Janis shoves at a slippery carts shoulder and watches as she immediately falls off. 

“Aaron and Cady are out!” Gretchen yells in an announcer voice. Damian moves closer to them. Janis stays firm on her shoulders as she and karen shove at each other. Both are pretty evenly matched and staying strong on their partners shoulders.

“Come on Janis!” Regina yells up to her partner. The brunette continues to shove at the tall girl when she feels a grip on her ankle. She looks down eyes wide.

Damian smirks as he grabs her ankle and drags her foot towards her. He begins to scratch at the ball of her foot. Janis squeals and squirms sideways on regina’s shoulders trying desperately to move away from him.

“No! Cheating!” Janis squeals moving on the shoulders. Regina raises an eyebrow at the girls laughing but keeps her hands on the girls thighs not letting her go.

Karen takes the chance and shoves at her. Janis goes to fall back ready to give up but regina grips her further refusing to let get down.

“Janis Imi’ike! I’m not losing this game because you’re ticklish!” Regina snarls holding the girls thighs still as she continues to squirm almost screeching at this point. Regina was way to competitive some times and it seemed she was really desperate to win this one. 

“Please!” Janis screeches yanking at regina’s hands on her thighs. Damian continues to tickle her foot laughing maniacally.

“Janis you fall, i’ll get you worse than Damian would.” Regina warns the girls who’s red in the face.

With a final tug janis removed regina’s hands and falls backwards escaping the tickling fingers.

Regina groans as she hits the water. 

“The winners! Damian and Karen!” Gretchen cheers.

“They cheated!” Regina yells splashing the girl on the side. Janis stands up fixing her hair in the water crossing her arms a large blush on her face.

“I have never lost a game of chicken in my life you little shit.” Regina says spinning to the girl and sticking a finger in her face.

“Chill Gina, it’s just a game” Janis rolls her eyes glaring at Damian. 

“Watch your back shrimp” Regina says climbing out of the pool and sitting next to gretchen continuing her complaining of the cheating.

“I hate you!” Janis shouts splashing water at her large friend who swims over smirking. Damian places a hand on his chest.

“I’m crushed” He pouts standing next to her.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Janis groans. 

“Well technically, I didn’t tell anyone” Damian smirks batting his eyes “plus you telling me you didn’t like the squirming on top of regina” He teases.

“I’ll kill you!” Janis shouts throwing herself at the boy. 

“Careful Jan Jan! Now everyone knows your secret.” He cackles holding her at arm length away.

“Oi! Children! Snacks are here” Regina yells from the side of the pool. Damian smirks and pulls Janis closer.

“I bet Regina liked it” Damian whispers in her ear patting her on the head. Janis blushes and follows him out of the pool and sits next to the rest of the group on the small outside couch.

Chatter rings around while janis sits on the end crossing her arms a pout still on her face. Regina sits on the other side the same expression.

“Guys it’s just a game” Cady tries to mediate when both of them shout “shut up!” in sync. 

They turn and look at each other eyes narrowing. 

Cady takes a deep breath. This is going to be a long night.

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 34 - Empty

Everything goes to shit again, who is surprised? Please heed the AO3 tags for this one, immensely dark chapter ahead.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

You could barely make out the jagged rocks below you under the white seafoam that crashed against them, the half moon giving just enough light to make out your surroundings but not enough to pinpoint colours. You probably could have if you had your mask, but you’d left it back at the ship, along with any happy memories you previously had. The sound of the waves crashing echoed up the side of the cliffs, a howling wind at your back bidding you to step forward, encouraging you. Your hand rested on your abdomen, empty, void of anything under the bandage that covered it. Only one week ago you’d discovered you were having a boy, and now you were alone. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks from eyes that already stung from days worth of sobbing. There was no sound accompanying it, you didn’t have the energy left, and your throat was raw from screaming. It didn’t matter, you were exhausted, you were sore, your heart was torn to shreds, but the pain would end soon.

Cold grass coated with the early morning dew wet your bare feet, sore from running over gravel and dirt paths. The sun was doing its best to break past the horizon, but you would never see its efforts fulfilled. You had no plan on making it as far as dawn, this was as far as you go. A lifetime of fighting, and you were admitting defeat. You thought back on the last three days, all the things that brought you to this moment, the things that finally broke you after years of pain and suffering, the things that led you to the cliffside.

[Three days ago]

“Will you just fucking listen to me woman?” Killer shouted after you as you unsheathed your katana to check it over before replacing it and sliding it into your belt. “It’s not safe”

“What am I good for then, Kil?” you huffed, moving to attach your dagger to your thigh, “My role on this ship is as a weapon, I’m not just going to sit around like some broodmare. I feel fine, I’m only five months along for fucks sake”

“But what if they see your belly and target you?” he urged, following you around the room as you gathered your weapons.

“So what if they do?” you replied, “I’ll protect myself like I do from every other enemy. You know perfectly well I’m a competent fighter”

“I know you are, but you’ve been so tired lately, what if you’re not as focused and you make a mistake?” he pleaded, “I’m not asking you to entirely sit out, just go sit with Double like you did when you were hurt, you can still fight from up there, but it’ll be safer”

“Yeah, and no fun,” you complained, “I’m done with this conversation Kil, I’m fighting, you can’t stop me”

You stormed off before he could say anything else, huffing in annoyance. Ever since your belly had started to become noticeable, people had started treating you differently. You felt like nothing but an incubator, like all you were good for was growing babies. The coddling was getting suffocating, you fucking hated it. You were an army destroying weapon, not a fucking delicate little thing. And you enjoyed fighting, so you were just as excited as always when the lookout called out a marine ship had been spotted. Killer had been quick to find you and try to convince you to stay out of it, but you were going to go insane if he made you stay out of fights for the next four months. You’d promised not to use meteor wave, but that was the best you could do.

Kid scowled at you as you appeared out on deck with your weapons equipped and a frown on your face, Killer following out behind you, his shoulders tense. He decided not to get into it, clearly Killer had been unsuccessful at getting you to stay back, and like hell were you going to listen to Kid. Frankly, you were scary while pregnant, captain or not, he liked his balls where they currently were and would rather not have them ripped off today. Cannonfire drew his attention and he started using his devil fruit to send them right back to sender, explosions rocking the marine ship as it drew closer.

“At least stay on the Victoria,” Killer pleaded as he stood behind you, “please, for me”

“Fine,” you huffed, “but that’s as much as I’m willing to hold back”

“Thank you,” he sighed, stepping in front of you so he could bonk his mask against yours as you makeshift way of kissing, before turning back to the fight and jumping the short distance to the marine ship.

The battle erupted on both ships and you swung into action, running between marines and bursting their hearts inside them as you moved. You drew your blade as you approached the back of a marine who was fighting Pomp, taking off the man’s head and continuing without even waiting for the body to floor. You were just as swift as always, just not quite as agile since you couldn’t bend as low as usual. Your swollen breasts complained from the continuous jostling, you really needed to buy a sports bra, but you ignored them and continued fighting.

Mosh cried out from somewhere on your left and you turned to assist him. It was a split second of distraction, but it was enough for a marine to get the upper hand on you, kicking you right in the gut. A sharp pain rolled through you and made you gag, and you grabbed the marine by his neck and melted his spinal cord, letting him fall limp to the ground. You ignored the pain as best you could, continuing at a slower pace as you kept up the fight. Hip appeared next to you, covering your back as she saw your struggles.

Something started to trickle between your legs, and you groaned as the worst cramp you’d ever had ripped through your abdomen. You collapsed against the mast, Hip quick to protect you as you reached down and swiped a hand against the trickling liquid, pulling it back to inspect and finding your fingers red and dripping with fresh blood.

“No no no no no NO,” you cried out as another cramp made you cry out in pain. “Not now, please, please, it’s too soon, you’re not ready”

Try as you might, your body wouldn’t listen to you, leaning against the mast for support as you screamed. Hip took one moment to look down at you, seeing the blood between your legs and the anguish on your face as you looked back at her.

“What do you need?” Hip asked as she cut down another marine.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” another groan was torn from your throat as wave after wave of pain drove through you, an incessant need to push taking over even though you knew it wasn’t right. You squeezed your thighs together, crying out in pain, the cramps getting worse as every muscle in your abdomen tried to push against you. There was nothing you could do, you couldn’t fight it, your body wouldn’t listen. “It’s coming, oh god”

“KILLER!” Hip called out, scanning the deck desperately for the stripped mask of the first mate. He was on the other ship, his mask turning in her direction as he heard his name called. The concern was clear on Hip’s face even from the other ship. He heard your screams now behind her and saw your kneeling figure, his eyes wide as fear overcame him and he ran towards you as fast as he could, cutting down whoever was in his path.

Between your legs something was tearing you open. It was all too fast, the baby was small but your body hadn’t had any time to prepare, you weren’t open enough, and you screamed as it forced its way out. You felt the small head in your hand, kneeling with your head against the mast, your face wet as you sobbed. As soon as the head had passed, the rest came quickly, sliding from your body with a wet squelch and a rush of fluid. You looked down at the lifeless body in your hands, no bigger than a sweet potato, nowhere near developed enough to take even a single breath. Ten minutes ago you'd felt them move inside you, and now they were dead in your palms, covered in amniotic fluid and blood. You quivered, your entire body shaking with a level of despair you never thought possible as you fought to not gag from the pain.

Crying wasn't enough, your rage and sorrow was too much. The air around you began to tingle with electricity, the electrons around the two ships beginning to move faster and faster. You threw back your head and screamed, and in a flash of blinding light, a thick blade of lightning summoned down from the cloudless sky and struck the mast of the marine ship. There was a deafening crack of thunder and wood and the mast split right down the middle, straight to the heart of the ship, where the boat tore open and the ocean began to flood through. Kid called a hasty retreat from the enemy ship as it began to sink, everyone more than confused at what had just happened. They didn't know the pain they would return to on the Victoria Punk, they had no way of guessing how truly wrong things had gone in only a few short minutes.

Killer finally reached Hip, who stepped aside to reveal your crumpled body, cradling something unseen protectively in your arms and sobbing, blood pooling underneath you. He stood over you and finally saw it, his son, his tiny baby, too small to exist, too still to be alive. He roared in pain and dropped to his knees, his tears seeping through the holes in his mask as he clawed at the wooden deck and sobbed. The baby was so small in your hands, he’d never seen something so small. The rest of the marines were quickly cut down, Kid using his fruit to crush the remainder of the ship, before coming to his best friend’s side. He saw the tiny baby, lifeless, covered in blood, growing colder every minute, and he did something he hadn’t done since Victoria had died. He fell to his knees and sobbed - loud, anguished cries that had the rest of the crew pausing and paying attention. One by one they fell to their knees too, the Kid Pirates kneeling in a semicircle that fanned out from you, the air thick with weeping and despair. Only one didn’t fall, as Mohawk made his way through the crowd. He too mourned, but that didn’t do anything to help what your body had been through. You were still alive, and you needed help, that was all that mattered right now. At five months gestation he had no hope of saving the baby, it was an impossible effort, he didn't need to see it to know it'd never taken a breath, it simply didn't have the ability to. You wavered slightly as he knelt beside you, clammy and pale, the pool of blood under you getting wider by the second.

“Yin, I know you’re sad, but we need to get you to the infirmary,” he said softly. “I’m not gonna take your baby, I promise, I just want to help you”

You knew Mohawk was right, you could feel your life slipping away from you as you bled out internally. Killer was lost to his emotions as you tried to stand, holding the small body for him to take. He held it gingerly as you wobbled on your feet, before collapsing entirely as the strain and blood loss finally became too much. Kid caught you easily, sweeping you into a bridal hold. The crowd cleared quickly for him, as he carried your limp body to the infirmary, Mohawk and Killer following close behind. Killer didn’t know what to do, staring down at the tiny thing he could have held with one hand, but cradled carefully in both arms. His son, lifeless, not fated for this cruel world. He was shaking, and Kid guided him to sit. Neither of them spoke a word as Mohawk cursed and worked on you. Bloodied rag after rag were dumped on the floor as he tried and failed to stop the bleeding.

You didn’t wake for another day, the all too familiar sight of an IV in your arm, connected to a depleted blood bag. Your abdomen ached and when you touched the sore area you could feel a bandage covering it. Kid was at your side, watching you carefully as you groaned and sat up. Behind him you could see the flowing blond mane of Killer’s hair, his back to you as he sat in front of the other cot in the infirmary. His mask was on, and he made no sign of moving at the sound of your waking groan, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. You could have mistaken him for being asleep, if not for the fact he was sitting straight up.

Heat adjusted the pillows behind you to help you sit up, you hadn’t even noticed him quietly standing there. Kid squeezed the hand he’d been holding before standing and walking to Killer. He whispered something in Killer’s ear, but the blond still didn’t move. Sighing, he tried to take what was in front of him, but Killer grabbed his wrist and growled.

“She deserves to hold them,” Kid said softly, “Kil please, you have to let go. Sitting here staring ain’t gonna do shit, she needs you now. She's alive and she's awake and she needs you”

Killer stood and left the room, not even sparing a glance in your direction, the door swinging on its hinges behind him. Kid took what was on the cot and brought it over, carrying it like it was glass, gently placing it in your arms. Your baby was entirely wrapped up, and he moved the cloth covering its face for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Heat held you tight.

“I’m sorry Yin, there was nothing anyone could do,” Kid sighed. “Mohawk said he was too small, his lungs weren’t functioning yet. Even in a hospital they wouldn’t have been able to save him”

You stroked the baby’s cold face before covering them back up and holding them out for Kid to take. You couldn't bare to look at the tiny body any longer, it hurt too much. He took the baby and placed him back on the other cot, returning to your side. You felt empty, devoid of emotion, you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. All you could feel was heartache.

“He blames me, doesn’t he?” you whispered.

“I’m gonna go get the doc,” Kid sighed, avoiding your question. You let out a sob as he left, the avoidance was answer in itself.

“Shh, shh, I’m still here,” Heat cooed, climbing onto the bed and laying beside you. You buried your face in his chest.

“It’s my fault Heat,” you sobbed, “he told me not to fight and I didn’t listen, I did this, I killed our baby”

“You didn’t,” Heat assured, squeezing you as much as he could without hurting your injury, “A marine did this, not you. It just… wasn’t meant to be”

“I’ll give him another, I’ll do better next time,” you sobbed, “please tell him, please, I need him to forgive me”

“Yin, there won’t be a next time,” Heat sighed. You sat up and blinked at him, your hand going to your stomach.

“There was too much bleeding,” Mohawk explained as he entered, having heard the end of the conversation, “I couldn’t stop it. I had to… I had to remove the whole thing. I’m so sorry Yin”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME DIE!” You shouted, becoming light headed and swooning. Heat caught you and laid you back down flat.

“Don't overdo it, you lost a lot of blood,” Mohawk sighed, “what happened to your body was physically traumatic, it tore your insides. If I was a better doctor I might have been able to save it, but this far from land it was either remove your whole womb or let you die. Kid gave the order, none of us wanted you to die. I know you're hurting right now, but you have friends here, we're here for you”

He injected something into your IV and the dizziness faded a little, and you grappled at Heat's corset to try and sit back up. “Just stay down for now Yin,” he soothed, “I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere”

Two days later and the ship made landfall, and you were immediately carted off to the nearest hospital. The others planned to bury your baby, you didn't want to be there. They said they'd wait till you got out of the hospital, but you told them to go ahead without you. You couldn't bear the thought of watching the tiny person you'd been growing as they were lowered into the ground and covered with dirt, it felt suffocating to just think about. You'd been immediately taken in for surgery, the remainder of your reproductive system removed before necrosis could set in. By now your breasts were actively leaking milk, your body tricked into thinking that your baby had been born and needed nourishment. The nurses bound your chest and it ached as your breasts swelled with milk that only served to remind you of your failings. Every time a baby on the maternity floor cried, your breasts leaked and the nurses would have to change your wet bindings as you sobbed.

Heat was by your side as much as he could be, but since he wasn't family or the father of a currently alive baby, he wasn't allowed to stay overnight. Those extra cots and private rooms were reserved for new mothers with babies to care for, leaving you in a four person room with other emotionally devoid women who had lost their babies as well. Every little step you took hurt like you were being torn open again, but the nurses insisted you keep active.

On the third night after losing your baby, you were walking along the hall of the maternity floor, and a happy couple passed by you on their way from the labour and delivery ward, the woman holding a healthy full term baby in her arms as she was pushed along in her wheelchair by her doting partner. Every nurse and doctor they passed were congratulating them, and you couldn't do it anymore. You could be here, you couldn't keep feeling your breasts leak while the healthy babies of other mother's cried out, you couldn't take the barren emptiness in your stomach. You would have done anything to see Killer, you needed him so badly, but he hadn't even looked at you as Heat carried you from the ship. Did Heat even want you anymore? He was so enamoured with your rounded belly, did he want you if you couldn't give him a baby? It felt like that was all you were good for, but you'd failed even at that. Pathetic, useless Yin, thrown away yet again when you proved yourself to be worthless.

Before anyone could stop you, you started power walking, navigating the labyrinth of the hospital till you finally came to an exit. Wearing only the comfortable shirt Heat had brought for you to sleep in, you ran. You didn't know where you were going, only having seen one small part of the island as you were carried to the hospital, but you ran anyway, hoping something would guide you and you'd find what you needed, an answer for your anguish.

Over gravel roads, dirt trails through forests, thin mudbanked streams and dewy meadows, you ran till you couldn't anymore. There was nowhere left to run, the island coming to an abrupt end as the meadow gave way to a harsh drop. An answer to your prayer, to your pain. Relief from it all, relief from the unbearable sadness that racked through you and shook you with silent sobs. Just one step, that was all it would take.

And so, the sky turning to a pale green on the horizon and the fading stars twinkling above you, you stepped forward.

[NEXT CHAPTER] - link soon

[peculiarbeauty]

not to be gay on main but i am going to be gay on main. it's positivity post time !!! i just wanted to shout out a couple amazing people who have become ultra close to me ( or were ultra close in the past and we reconnected hehe ) this is just a few names, i don't have time unfortunately to write a message for everyone on the dash but please please know that you are special to me if you are a follower. this is never in a particular order.

@seachant - NINI i love you. you are such a breath of fresh air. genuinely a twinkling star that just happened to fall in my vicinity. lucky me tbh. thank you for giving me the chance to be friends with you and write on multiple different blogs with you. writing with your ariel here was such a DREAM of mine. i remember seeing your blog around and just adoring it. we did write previously when i wrote in the fandom but we never became close pals like we are now. seeing your posts makes my day. i'm really happy we are friends.

@dragetunge - MY DEAREST KRIS. we've been through a couple rocky roads together now but we stick together. it's really nice to talk to you. you are the reason i got into httyd. so thank you for that. i wouldn't have took the time if it wasnt for you and I REALLY NEEDED TO. you are essentially the dragon enthusiast of tumblr. i mean that like. literally. when i think of dragon enthusiasts i think of you. fgckjkfg I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KRIS. i cant wait to actually show you my island on dreamlight when it is a fully decked out like yours.

@solehr - sef, i miss you. i cant wait for you to come back and see that i wrote this for you kffdjdf i cannot forget you on this list. you and nini were the first disney blogs to welcome me. thank you for being my friend and allowing me to send you that ghibli movie dkffdj it's been such a pleasure knowing you. i hope for many more memories together. :)

@swevene - DEAREST KELSEY .. my belovedddd. i love our convos even when we are busy for an extended period of time. you check on me every so often and its really an honor to consider you a friend. thank you for being there, i really appreciate it. i hope we have many more memories !!! your beast is so important to my belle, i have to tell you. <3

@oudachi - aka my favorite ark .. in all locations of your blogs .. i could tag literally all of them rn but im not going to dkfjdf we joke about how we always come back together over the years. it doesn't really ??? matter how long we don't talk bc fate brings us back. our first meeting was back in 2015 and i remember you were the realest person i had ever met on this site. that has not changed. i think that more folks should understand how brilliant you are .. not only as a writer , but as a friend. you never leave people out. i've been left out before and it's a very terrible feeling. thank you for allowing me into your circle again after a bit of time of not talking. we picked up like it was such a short time of us not chatting like we were bffs again. i can't begin to tell you how grateful i am. seeing you thrive as well OH MAN .. i love that.

@chainmemories - toma, at this point it has to be obvious but when i came back .. you were the first to show me great excitement. making a blog after an extended leave on the site is a scary thing. it is like walking into the lion's den tbh dkfjfk plus there were a ton of big changes to tumblr so i didn't know where to start. it was scary. you wrote cuphead at this time. i've grown to really love cuphead and many other things because of you. playing mario party at least weekly is such a GENUINE pleasure. you make me feel like i have a place in the community. i can't begin to tell you how grateful i am that you are here and backing me up. i also hope that you know you are this shining star of every community you go into. there is not a community you haven't touched that you haven't left your mark on. of course my precious toma is the sunshine protag lover .. but he is also the sunshine protag in my opinion. i don't take criticism. I LOVE YOU.

@ghostbustingreen - spooky, I LOVE YOU. being in the posse with toma and you has been so so wonderful. i am grateful i get to talk to you on the daily about our interests. seeing you write our fav green plumber is wonderful YES YES. every muse you capture is brilliant though. i love writing with you on multiple of your blogs. simbaaaaaaaa. P.S. i am sorry for our latest party shindig where i continued to take the star away from you. i hope you can forgive me. i really hope our group goes strong for a long time because you guys always make me feel so much better.

@dnangelic - HI FAVVVV. thanks for putting up with me changing blogs on you so many times and still deciding to follow me and look forward to my muses. we are SO BACK on haru tbh. i love writing with you. you have such a grasp on your muse and i don't even know him that well. i wish i knew MORE tbh. the things that we have written though are truly precious and i look forward to future threads. i look forward to your responses truly. thanks for being my friend and also always hyping me up.

@matryochka - i cannot forget my favorite hype queen. dottie, you and i met in dc. you decided to follow me on my other blogs and genuinely messaged me when i was inactive there saying pretty much where tf are u dfkdjkfd WHICH I LOVE THAT. i wish more people would show interest in mutuals they care about that way. im trying to recruit you into our disney princess line up . it'll happen i know it. please know i love you so much. our little conversations are everything to me.

@jokethur - jess .. my beloved. also a hype queen and someone i met in dc. i love you. we don't talk too much rn but you are forever important to me. our conversations got me through some really dark points in my life and i can't begin to say how grateful i am for that. i hope that we have many more memories of chatting. always know i am here and ready to chat. we could stop talking for months and pick up just like that. that's how strong our friendship is <333 i love you. AND GIVE DIX A KISS FOR ME.

@pearlcure - DIORRRR my beloved. being your friend is a true genuine pleasure. IT IS PREDESTINED WE MET. we write the best girls out there. good for us. i love our convos and i love how real you are about everything. your graphics, writing, everything ABOUT YOU is amazing. im grateful we are friends and i hope for many more years together !!

@story-magic - AKA ALL OF YOUR BLOGS HERE AS WELL .. but my darling sleepy. i call you sleepy. i know that you have a name but you will forever by my favorite sleepy sloth. you keep things fair for us in the game. if i ever get down on my luck in party, you try to even the odds for me. i am so so grateful to be your friend. i know i don't tell you enough over discord and the like and you leave me a bunch of cute messages to make my day, but BEING YOUR FRIEND IS A TRUE PLEASURE i've gotta tell ya. i'm really happy we are so close !!! <3 i hope for many more memories.

@0brighta - big shoutout to you, ettie. <3 i know we arent super close but you putting me in your little shoutout post made me really feel so grateful. your blog is this shining, brilliant star. i mean that. like, DANG. shine bright like a diamond. i see that people love you and there is a reason for this believe me - you are so pure. so good natured. i wish more people were like you with their mutuals. letting people know that they matter is something a lot of people do not do tbh. you do that. thank you. <3

@naru-uzumaki - NOODLES .. we are back in action after such a long time of not talking. you and i were close back in 2016 i think?? somewhere close to there. when i saw your blog pop back up in my recommended, I LITERALLY RAN TO FOLLOW because i missed you so much. you are still this positive radiant little sun on the dash .. much like your muse. i am bias absolutely but. your writing and your heart for our favorite ramen lover is such a pleasure to witness. never ever change please. <3

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Kinker's Stowaway

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: The Graysons take in a young stowaway (Jason Todd) during the Prohibition era and he falls in love with the circus.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, John Grayson, Mary Grayson, Jason Todd, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): John Grayson/Mary Grayson

Additional Tags: John and Mary Grayson Live, No Capes AU, Circus AU, Haly's Circus, Fluff, Dick Grayson's POV, Jason Todd Leaves Gotham City

Chapter One: The Rails

In the fall on the East Coast, the train cars got so cold you’d have to bundle up in two pairs of pajamas over your long johns. So most tramps that hopped onto our box cars didn’t make it through the night. It was our last month before we called it quits, so everyone was tired and worn down. Myself included. The train chugged along, lulling us to sleep, shaking to a stop, and waking us up as we approached our second-to-last city. I walked from my room to my parents’, knocking on the side and they opened their door. “Good morning, Dick,” Mom smiled, “You’re in good spirits today.” 

“Buying a book before rehearsal. Do you want anything?” I asked. I always ventured into town when we started in a new place. Especially since I turned eighteen, it gave me a chance to meet people and get a feel for the city before things got hectic. And I’d meet a pretty girl here and there. We left Gotham a few days ago. We stopped lingering there when we ran into trouble with an extortionist when I was twelve. The police dealt with him at the request of a socialite who witnessed everything, but we got in and out just to be safe. 

Dad yawned and stretched. “Aftershave and oranges for me, Dick,” Dad replied. I nodded, looking at the new tinges of grey in his brows. Mom tapped her chin. 

“Oh, Dick! Bring me five yards of tweed and five yards of silk,” Mom replied. 

“What color?” I asked. 

“Whatever colors you want for you and your father’s new suit jackets. Two and a half yards for you. Two and a half for him… And Dick. Pick something nice. We’re taking pictures in Florida at the end of the month,” Mom replied. I smiled and nodded. 

“Aftershave, oranges, five yards tweed, and five yards silk. Got it,” I repeated. Mom hugged me, stopping to cradle my face with her persistent worries written all over her doll-like face. “Mom, I love you. I’ll be alright.” 

“I know… I know but don’t stay gone too long,” Mom replied. I nodded. 

Dad patted my face. “I love you, Dick. Behave yourself out there,” Dad warned me. It was a fair warning. I’d garnered a reputation for being a bit hotheaded. Mom never saw it that way. In her eyes, I could do no wrong. Dad knew better. I lived for thrills, but I wasn’t malicious. Not always . 

“Love you, Dad,” I replied as I slipped away to wash up and get dressed. I buttoned my coat and Mom gave me the money to run errands for her. I started toward town, walking down to the last car and around the corner when I heard one of the bullhands hassling a little boy. 

“Let go ‘a me!” he shouted. 

I stopped and pounded the side of the cargo car. “Hey, Chuckie. Let him go. He’s just a kid. What’s he gonna do?” I asked. 

“I caught this dip snooping around the cars. I think he followed us here from Gotham City,” Chuckie replied. I grinned and took the kid off Chuckie’s hands, grabbing him by his collar when he turned tail to run. 

“Easy. I’m not gonna hurt you,” I reassured him. He was a skinny, scrappy little thing. Dirty face, torn coat, baggy pants, and one heck of a goog. “Who hit you?” 

“None of your—!” I shook him up a little. 

“I’m trying to help you out. Answer my questions, and I’ll buy you something to eat. I’m sure you could use a meal,” I offered, “Wanna tell me where you come from?”

“Gotham City,” he answered, “What do you want with me?”

“Nothing… Where are your folks?” I asked. “Mine are in the third car up front.”

“My folks are dead,” he spat. I frowned, and I think that took him off guard because he softened up. “I wasn’t gonna steal anything more than a few meals. I would’ve been gone without bothering anybody—.” 

I released his collar and gestured with a quick tilt of my neck for him to come along. “Hurry up. I’ve gotta run a few errands for my parents… And don’t worry about Chuckie. He’s just doing his job,” I smiled, “I’m Dick. Dick Grayson of the Flying Graysons.” 

“Jason Todd,” he answered as he reached to shake my hand. Polite . “Nice to meet you… Sorry that I was short with you.” 

“It’s alright. I’m short with most people,” I gently answered. Jason followed me six miles into town, and we stopped at a little restaurant. It opened as the sun came up. We sat at the counter, and I grabbed him a menu. I dipped a napkin in water before washing Jason’s face. He struggled at first, but he eventually accepted the gesture. “You look like a decent kid under all that grease and dirt.” 

“I’ll be out of your hair soon,” Jason promised. 

“Why?” I asked. He blinked hard, but the waitress took our order before he could reply. Jason got a bowl of hot cereal and milk. I got half a grapefruit and a cup of coffee. Jason ate fast, only stopping when I smoothed his hair down. “If you’re still hungry I’ll get you some coffee cake.” He chewed his lip and swallowed hard. 

“What’re you being so nice to me for?” Jason asked. 

“I don’t know. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you? You haven’t done anything wrong to me,” I answered. My parents would’ve done more if it had been them. “Eat your oatmeal.” 

He obeyed, quietly eating until he finished, and turned to me with his big blue eyes, showing me his empty bowl. “Still hungry?” Jason didn’t answer, so I answered for him. I bought two coffee cakes, and we took them with us. 

He smiled as he ate, looking up to thank me. I walked with him until we found a department store. I got my mom’s fabric and my dad’s aftershave there. “What’s your mom like?” Jason asked. 

“She’s nice. Mom loves children. She’s been in the circus most of her life… So has Dad… You’d like my dad. He loves a good joke. I’m not doing them any justice with this description… You’ll have to meet them,” I replied. Jason shrank, raising his shoulders to his ears. “No one’s gonna bother you…” I don’t know why, but I wanted him to stick around. 

Jason took my hand after he finished eating. I squeezed his little hand after I ran my parents’ errands, and we went to the nearest bookstore. “Do you want a book, too?” I asked. 

“I can’t pay you back. I don’t even—.” 

“We’re friends… Aren’t we? What’s a gift between two pals?” I interrupted. Jason smiled. 

We left with two books each and walked back toward the train. He helped me carry the bags. “Jason? How old are you?” I asked. 

“Twelve. I’ll be thirteen in August,” Jason answered, “How old are you?” 

“Eighteen… Did you go to school in Gotham?” I questioned. He nodded. “What’s that like? You’re in junior high… Aren’t you?” 

“Mhm. I can’t imagine you’d find something like school exciting. Your family flies for a living,” Jason replied, “I like school… Don’t get me wrong, but your life seems a lot more fun.” 

I nodded. “It’s fun, but it’s work. Sometimes it hurts… And it takes trust to do what we do,” I explained, “It’s dangerous, Jason.” 

“I bet. Which place was your favorite? Is it always the same?” Jason asked.

“Probably San Francisco. You’d like it there. Maybe you’d like it, too,” I suggested. 

“I’ll never get that far—.” 

I shot him a look. “Don’t say that. You’ll go wherever you like,” I interrupted, “Besides, you might get to come with us if you stick around.” I wanted him to stick around. Some things you just get a feeling about.

[melishade]

Don't worry about the progress you are doing fine. I've been following this fanfic for years and now it is the only one I am keeping track of. I've read this shit for like a hundred times from the start to the finish now and I still enjoy it. You'll get it right. Also 🌻

And I appreciate that a lot. I do. A lot of the people who commonly like and comment on my work like you, @justawannabearchaeologist, @lazymooneye @fandoms-uniteds-blog, @fandomchick80 and more Ao3 commenters like Samuel Y.S. Loe, and Haris. People who made fanart for my work that I put so much time in, like @honey-on-bread. You take time out of your day to just leave a simple like and comment talking about my work, and yeah, some of you guys have been following me for years. It's something I deeply appreciate.

...It's just....I work really hard writing these chapters. I put so much time and so much effort into this crossover that I do enjoy writing. Even if it is a lot of work at times.

The Hizuru OVA took me so long to write, and I had to do so much research in order to create a situation as to what Hizuru would look like during this time period. I had to look up the layout of Japan in 1920s and 1930s. I had to look up the appearance of rulers to make my own OCs to interact with Mikasa. I looked up toys, games, foods, traditions, fighting styles, music, for this specific chapter alone. It sits at 31,301 words, and I'm still adding to it. I'm putting a lot of time and effort into some of the chapters I've written in the past. And when I post it, hoping for some validation, some comments, even a simple 'cool chapter', sometimes I don't get that. I don't get the flood of comments that I used to which is understandable because I don't have that same large audience that I used to have on fanfiction.net. I'm reworking to get the following that I had when I was on that website and that took years to accumulate.

Some of the things that do make me mad though is when people demand stuff out of me. Like "please add this" or "are you going add this character to the story" or "you should really write this" or "I think this would be great" and they'll say it repeatedly even though I've set up ground rules for this. (This is happening more on Ao3, not here anymore. Surprisingly you guys are actually listening to the rules here.) I put so much time and effort trying to craft a story that I like, and some people are demanding that I change a story to their liking even though I've stated repeatedly "I have my story planned out. I have my ending planned out. I'm not changing anything to your whim. I know what I want."

It's dejecting sometimes, and I'm particularly worried that when I do post the Hizuru chapter on March 19th, it's not going to get the recognition and praise that I'm hoping for. And people will just use the opportunity to beg me to write something for them when they are more than capable of doing it themselves. I want to talk about my thought process, my writing process. I want people to see what I see, or come up with a wild theory that I could laugh about, think is good, or even say "damn alright. you get a cookie. good work."

I don't know. Maybe I'm just being childish. I don't like to spoil my work because I want it to be a good experience for those who want to be surprised, and this is the internet. I shouldn't expect more from internet.

[sleuth-mila-young]

🔍 PROMO 🔎

A black screen awaited any viewer who dared to tune in. Judgement here was long gone, it being passed onto the unrighteous. A sizzling, static noise struck the shadow-filled display, absent of any empathetic touch.

...!

"OW!"

A shriek of pain interrupted the solitude.

To follow the yelp, a long, quiet rustle was audible on the other end. Though whatever waited on the other end wasn't visible, the panicked, hurried sounds spoke for them all the same. Rustling and rummaging hissed through the blackened screen. The mental picture could easily be put into your mind.

...After a minute or two of agonizing and awkward waiting, the camera finally took focus, colors flooding the screen. What stood in plain view was a short gentleman with tanned, bronzed skin and short, black curly hair. They smiled sheepishly, smoothing back their hair and brushing off their suit. "...It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." They nodded politely, putting a gloved hand on their heart. "We don't know each other yet, but... I hope we will come to. I'm Mila Law Young, a detective at the Royal Court Agency."

"For a back of a better word, I have gotten wind that thing's have been... risque, around these parts, wouldn't you say? An assortment of crime running in these dark, shaded backstreets, hiding under our noses... And I simply cannot live with the idea that innocent civilians are getting mixed in the middle of it."

"So... that's why I'm here!" Mila beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "To protect and serve! To get to the bottom of these terrible sins that are haunting our youth! Whatever you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. Please remember that I'm a resource, an ear to listen, and, hopefully, a friend."

The sleuth bowed, looking up with a wink. "...I'm at your service."

@ask-a-gremlin @ask-shslpianist @ask-miu-iruma @a-perfect-wish @scxrs-will-fade @roguesinger @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @photographic-misery @obsolete-journalist @demons-for-darling @candy-cocktail @ultimate-class-rep @depths-of-hope-and-despair @devoted-nychta and anyone else not tagged! feel free to jump in/ignore!

[gibbearish]

kinda frustrating how we've spent the last few months acknowledging how a lot of well intentioned but guilt trippy social justice posts are like specifically designed to worm into ocd ppls brains and then now every single post abt palestine is "i dont care how bad your mental health is, i dont care how bad looking at all this makes you feel, if you don't read every single post you see on this topic in full you are a horrible person and directly contributing to their deaths. 'waaaah my mental health' well at least youre not being bombed, did you think about that??" and its like. i absolutely get where youre coming from but you dont get to complain that guilt tripping is bad then turn around and use it anyways because you think the cause youre using it for is worthwhile. like. everyone thinks the cause theyre using it for is worthwhile, thats why theyre using it. but its still a shit way to do it

[lemoncrushh]

Stones T-Shirt

Summary: Commenting on Harry's Rolling Stones shirt at a party leads to going to a concert with him.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1200

A/N: A silly little blurb written in 2017. Originally an oc, edited to be a reader fic.

You'd commented on his Stones t-shirt at a party.

"Have you ever seen them?" he asked you an hour later when you were in the kitchen making a drink.

"Who?" you made a face, completely forgetting about your previous encounter.

Harry laughed, pointing at his shirt. "The Rolling Stones."

"Oh. No," you shook your head. "Never got to."

"Mmm, you should. Everyone needs to see them at least once."

"Well...next time I have an extra hundred or so burning a hole in my pocket, I'll buy a ticket."

"Hey Y/N, are you making me one of those?" your best friend Sheila asked as she entered in the kitchen.

"What am I, designated bartender?" you scoffed.

"Of course! Now hook me up!"

You shook your head as you began to mix her drink, just like you both knew you would. As you poured the liquor into the glass, Harry leaned against the counter.

"They're coming to town next week," he commented. "We should go."

You gave him the eye while you squeezed a slice of lime into Sheila's drink. For a second you thought you'd misheard him.

"We should?"

"Yeah," he smirked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You bit your lip as you handed Sheila her glass. "I'll think about it."

Sipping through her straw, Sheila nodded her head at you. You knew what she was trying to say, but you didn't care.

"Hmm," Harry sounded. "Well, while you think about it...maybe you can make me one of those?"

You glared at him, his cocky expression quickly making your defenses crumble. You chuckled and grabbed a fresh glass. "Sure."

Just then three more people walked in, catching you making Harry's cocktail.

"Yeah, I'll take one too, Y/N!" exclaimed Jordan.

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

"What the hell, who made me bartender?" you argued.

"Harry," Sheila winked.

"But you asked for a drink first," you pointed at her.

"So. He followed you in here first."

You looked at Harry whose mouth grew into a smile. You laughed as you handed him his glass and began making three more. By the time you passed them out to your customers, your own cocktail was watered down. Frowning, you took a sip anyway.

"So did you think about it?" asked Harry, placing his empty glass on the counter.

"Sorry?"

"The Stones concert."

"Oh. Um..."

As if it were a sign, "Start Me Up" began to play from the speakers in the next room. Harry and you both froze.

"Looks like they're playing our song," he chuckled.

"Oh for fucks sake, go out with him!" shouted Sheila.

You shook your head as the color rose to your cheeks. "Alright."

"You won't regret it," beamed Harry. "Everyone needs to see the Stones."

You both stood outside the outdoor venue watching the sun set. You could hear the drum beat of the opening band playing inside as the excitement began to fill your veins.

"So when should we go in?" you asked Harry.

"After sundown," he replied. "That's the best time. Not as many people trying to get in."

You nodded, a little disappointed you'd be missing the opening act, but then again you had no clue who they were anyway. Finally, when the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, Harry grabbed your hand.

"C'mon," he whispered. "This way."

You smiled and followed him up a ramp. You zig zagged through a maze of several barriers until you reached a fence.

"What are we doing?" you glared at him, confused.

"Waiting for the all clear," Harry muttered.

"Wait...what?"

He squeezed your hand and looked at you timidly. "I don't actually have tickets," he admitted.

"What? We're...we're sneaking in?"

"Yeah."

Releasing your hand from his, you felt your stomach plummet to your knees. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!" you shouted.

"Shh!"

"No, I won't shh! I'm out of here!"

"Y/N! Wait!" he grabbed your hand again just as you rounded the corner. "Please."

"You're insane," you grumbled.

"Trust me. We can do this. I've done it before."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" you threw up your hand.

Taking your other hand, Harry looked you in the eye. "Please."

With a defeated sigh, you followed him back to the fence. You watched as Harry carefully climbed over it, landing softly on the grass.

"C'mon," he beckoned.

With hesitation and a sour feeling in your gut, you reached up and grabbed the metal fence, sticking your shoe inside a hole to pull yourself up. When you reached the top, however, you got scared.

"I can't," you shook your head.

"Sure you can," said Harry, his arms out. "I'm right here. I'll catch you so you won't hit the ground."

"It's not that...I don't..."

"Swing your leg over."

Swallowing hard, you did as he said and you were able to climb post of the way down until he caught you in his arms.

"See?" he breathed in your ear. "We're okay."

Once again, you smiled at his use of the word "we".

"This way."

Your hand in his, you ran to another nearby barricade that wasn't as difficult to climb over. And that was when you saw the stage.

"Oh wow," you mouthed.

"Great innit?" Harry smiled.

You weren't close, in fact you were in the very back of the venue, behind the crowd that sat on the lawn. But somehow the thrill of it all made it worth it. Suddenly the lights went out and the audience went wild.

"Let's go over here," Harry gestured to the right and you weaved through several people until you stopped at an empty space between them.

You watched Mick Jagger strut across the stage in all his glory. Your stomach did a few flips until you found yourself cheering with the rest of the crowd. By the third or fourth song, you and Harry were dancing.

"This is so awesome!" you screamed at him as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Glad you came with me?" he leaned against you as the band went into "Angie".

"Glad? I could kiss you right now!"

You realized what you'd said the moment the last word dropped from your lips. Harry's smile faltered only slightly as his eyes shifted between your eyes and your mouth. Then tilting his head, he kissed you.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline still zipping through you from before, or just the mere sensation of his lips on yours, but that kiss was electric. You wound your arms around Harry's neck as he pulled you closer, your kiss deepening. You heard Mick asking "where will it lead us from here," and you found yourself wondering the same thing.

By the time the concert was over, you were wiping your cheeks of tears of joy.

"You okay?" Harry asked as he took your hand and you walked out of the venue with everybody else.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Yeah, more than okay. Thanks for that."

"Like I said, everyone should see them at least once."

"That's not what I mean."

Harry stopped and turned to look at you with question in his eyes.

"Thank you..." you said, "for the best night of my life."

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[ladysqueakinpip]

not me lying wide awake at 5:30am on a sunday on my day off bc after almost a full year I finally FINALLY realized the implication of the end of remember them from the cyclops saga

[qangelbluebird]

Going from dead/non-updating media to technically-updating-but-games-take-years-to-make media to qsmp is wild. From nothing to “the link is still missing where is missing link<-(it’s been a year)” to “do you remember,,,, QSMP,,,, it’s been decades<-(it has been five days. It is coming back in another five days. You people are fascinating(pos))”

[carlos-tk]

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[brokenhardies]

I said it once and I'll say it again. I do not like people painting Okumura's death as a "lol eat the rich" moment because Akechi didn't kill Okumura because he hates capitalism. He killed him because he was commanded to by another rich asshole.

No one benefited from Okumura's death besides Shido and the rest of the conspiracy.

like tbh okumura's death caused me to only hate shido (and to a lesser extent akechi) even more bc its designed to make the pt look bad, as well as take someone who shido believes is a threat out of the picture

its so frustrating when fans go 'um actually this is a good thing' when haru doesnt get closure for her father's actions and her whole arc is built around her being torn between forgiving him and being angry at him - like yeah eat the rich™️ or whatever but that isnt the fucking point

also after that boss fight i wouldve liked the satisfaction of changing his heart fuck you shido