#this is not the first time i cried at this show. i cried during frozen when the phone spotlight happened.

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[jackiepackiee]

After seeing your recent post I'mSending in my request Love!!

How would the bad men take care of their wife who get amnesia due to blood loss which resulted by being shot by a pistol or gets into an accident during a mission.

You have the free dom to make it like a one shot or head canon for these men

Dazai, Kunikida, aktugawa, fyodor, Nikolai, and Chuuya

Other than that take care love!! Make sure to stay hydrated! 💞💞

𝐵𝒮𝒟 𝓍 𝒜𝓂𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲/ 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾, 𝒦𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓀𝒾𝒹𝒶, 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Absolutely mortified

He has memory loss to (from the lab and Araharbaki) and knows how much it can mess with a person

He wants the best for you, and this clearly isn’t that

He fears in his heart and soul that you might question your humanity like he did so he will kill before that happens to you

Back to the mission itself

He hates for you to do solo missions, but Mori’s call is Mori’s call at the end of the day

Even if you weren’t alone, he only trusts a handful of people with your protection

Black lizard, all the executives, and the ADA if it’s during an alliance

But no, you weren’t with a safe group

So when you got hurt (which was not expected, Mori wouldn’t send you on something just to hurt you duh) he was PISSED

Wiped out the enemy in seconds

Yelled at Mori as to why he didn’t just send Chuuya instead

When you’re in the hospital, he waits outside

He would hate to scare you

I mean, he’s pissed and he knows you hate when he raises his voice to any level

But… all hell breaks loose when he finds out you have amnesia

Pushes right past the doctors and doors

If you forget him… he’s flipping tables and going to find whoever hurt you and actually kill them this time

He’s inconsolable

You’re his love, and to forget that is a pain of death

He may not visit you much at first, but he’ll come around

If you do remember him, he’ll take the biggest sigh of relief ever

Hugs you

And believe me, he will buy whatever therapy, drug, or surgery that will help you

Helps you relearn everything important

For your wedding, he had to put on your wedding dress and pretend to walk down the isle to maybe make you remember

Cried at how beautiful you looked

Labels images in the house by event, person in the photo, and date

So you can know what special moments you’ve had

A sliver lining is that he can take you on a tour of the city, showing you all the sights for what for you is the first time

And you forget all the gore and pain you’ve seen in the port mafia

Over all, he’s coping, but he’ll come around and help

DAZAI OSAMU

He is a changed man from the port mafia past, but he almost forgets his resolve

Never has he doubted your skill, it’s the absolute terror and pain he knows other people wouldn’t hesitate to inflict on you that he fears

He’s seen it first hand

So when you’re completely alone on a mission he sorta freaks out

Less jokes, no suicide attempts till you’re back

But… you aren’t back soon?

And when you’re finally back, it’s with Kenji crying and using his super strength to carry you to Yosano

The poor boy was so scared, he had found you while looking at the local park

Safe to say, Dazai was frozen in place at the blood that has trailed from the door to Yosano’s office

He was mad. But not yelling

No, he was calculated and cold

He walked to Fukuzawa’s office, and asked for the enemy name

No one knows what happened in the 30 minutes he was gone…

Back to you, he knocks and talked with Yosano for a while

When he heard you had amnesia, it was the first time she saw him so vulnerable

“Does she remember me?” “I don’t know, Dazai.”

Walked in slowly

If you remember him, he’ll immediately give you a hug

Knowing that is enough for him

But if you forget?

I hate to say this, but he may try to distance himself

“You got your chance with in, and look at what ended up happening” is this thought process

But, he’ll visit Oda’s grave and think it over

He knows then that you need him

You need your husband, your Osamu

So the next few days is him having you help with cases he knows the criminal, but wants your mind to have a workout

Doesn’t try for any affection because he knows you may be to weak

When you finally kiss again, he has never put more passion into anything

During his time of caring for you he doesn’t make a single comment about suicide

After losing your beautiful memories and mind, he can’t imagine losing you

Your life is like a glass, held by his slim hands

And he’ll kill before anyone does this to you again

KUNIKIDA DOPPO

Kunikida is often “serious”, but Dazai can attest he’s never seen him so truly and utterly serious before

Not in his scolding, fatherly way

But in a cold, quiet way

He doesn’t even touch his book for at least a week

Thinks ideals make so sense now that his wife is hurt

And he didn’t stop it

When he first found out, he dropped his book

He clutched his ring to his chest

Walks into the room you’re saying in slowly

“Love? Do you… remember me?” “Sorry, love? Please don’t call me that, sir.”

Tears fall, but he wipes them before you can get concerned

Even if you don’t know him anymore, he knows with your kind heart you’ll comfort a crying stranger

And he wants to be the one comforting you

He tries his best to explain everything

Showing his ring, the photo of the two of you he keeps in his wallet, and even has Yosano confirm it

He doesn’t cope well…

OR

“Love? Do you… remember me?” “Kuni… hi.”

Hides his face in his hands

He has never been more happy in his life

Rushes to you and kisses your hand

Now, he still has to teach you life again

And who better than an ex teacher?

He’s so patient

Uses cute little techniques

He is… okay

I mean, he wants you to be okay

You will definitely heal the fastest with him

He spares all his free time into helping you

Makes little drawings in his notebook for you to learn objects again

And, he readjusts his schedule! All for you

Only for you

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

London Experiences.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

blurb masterlist is here.

authors note - don’t ask me why this idea randomly came into my head because even i don’t have a reason 🤷‍♀️

word count - 2.7k

in which, whilst walking around the streets of london with your fiancé harry and two year old daughter mila whose currently getting her molars growing in, things appear to be going swell until a fan asks for a photo and your little one has to be disturbed.

Having a day off between shows always meant that during that day you got to relax and have a chill day.

But that wasn’t possible when you had a two-year-old who couldn’t stay at home and cuddle on the sofa, no, she always had to do something, whether that was colouring, playing with her toys or acting cheeky towards you and her father.

A couple of nights ago, your two year old Mila had been showing signs of teething, which meant that her molars would soon be growing in, that meant sleepless nights would soon be flowing through your London townhouse.

And the first sleepless night took place last night although it wasn’t until early evening that she started feeling the growing pains.

It really picked up last night when Harry was on stage, and you were sitting in his dressing room, trying to soothe the painful cries of your little one.

You sit nervously in your fiancé dressing room at Wembley, the sound of his electrifying performance of Kiwi echoing faintly through the walls. The room is filled with the faint scent of excitement and the remnants of his cologne.

Mila, sits in your lap, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Her teething pains have taken hold, and no matter what you do, her cries seem to intensify.

You try to comfort her, rocking her gently and singing soft lullabies.

“Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. Mama's here," you whisper, your voice filled with love and concern. But Mila's tiny face scrunches up even more, her cries reaching new heights. It breaks your heart to see her in such distress.

Mila's cries grow louder, and through her tears, she manages to utter a few words.

“Gums... hurt," she sniffles, her voice filled with pain.

Desperate to ease her discomfort, you remember the frozen teething toy you placed in the mini fridge earlier. You gently place Mila on the sofa, assuring her you'll be back in a moment. Rushing to the fridge, you retrieve the cold toy, hoping it will bring her some relief.

Returning to the sofa, you find Mila still crying, her big teary eyes searching for you. You quickly hand her the teething toy, the coldness soothing her tender gums. She clutches it tightly, her cries lessening slightly. You sigh with a mix of relief and exhaustion, sitting back down on the sofa, cradling your daughter in your arms.

Time seems to blur as Mila's cries persist. The adrenaline that propelled Harry through his performance gradually dissipates as he enters the dressing room, his face still flushed with the euphoria of the stage.

He freezes in his tracks when he sees the two of you, his brows furrowing in concern.

He strides over, his steps purposeful yet gentle.

"What's the matter, love?" he asks, his voice filled with worry. His presence alone brings a sense of calm, and Mila's watery eyes lock onto him. She stretches her tiny arms out towards him, her silent plea for comfort.

You smile weakly at Harry, grateful for his arrival. "She's been teething all night. Her gums are really bothering her," you explain, your voice filled with exhaustion and a touch of frustration.

Harry's gaze softens as he sits down next to you on the sofa. "Hey, little one," he coos, his voice like honey. Mila's tears slowly subside as she reaches for him, her tiny fingers grasping his sequin jacket. Harry adjusts his position, making room for her on his lap.

He takes the frozen teething toy from Mila's hands and examines it.

"Do your gums hurt, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

Mila nods, her eyes still shimmering with tears. "Hurts," she mumbles, her voice small and vulnerable.

Harry's heart melts at her words, and he cradles her gently. "I know it hurts, darling. But Daddy's here now, and I'm going to make it better, okay?" he whispers, his voice filled with reassurance.

As Mila begins to suckle on the toy, her cries become intermittent, her pain slowly fading away. Harry continues to rock her back and forth, his soothing touch and loving presence bringing her the solace she craves.

"You're such a good dad, Harry," you say softly, your eyes welling up with tears of gratitude. "She always calms down when you're around."

A total daddy girl.

Whenever Mila was sick, she always seeked the comfort of her father, she always needed to be near him, as according to her two year old brain she gave the best cuddles and always requested to be with him and sometimes you could join in on the cuddle as well.

Harry's eyes meet yours, a-tender smile tugging at his lips.

“She knows I'll always be here for her, just like I'll always be here for you," he whispers, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.

You lean into Harry's side, feeling the weight of his love and support. The room falls into a comfortable silence as Mila snuggles against her father, finding solace in his presence.

After a while, Harry breaks the silence, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're such a strong girl, m’l’angel. Daddy is so proud of you," he murmurs, gently stroking her hair.

Mila looks up at Harry, her eyes still watery but now filled with a glimmer of contentment. "Love dada," she says in her sweet, innocent voice.

Harry's heart swells with love as he replies, "I love you too, my little angel. Always and forever."

The teething hadn’t stopped there either.

All through the night you and Harry were up tending for her needs at your London townhouse, so much so that it got to around two in the morning and her pitiful sobs hadn’t eased so Harry scooped her up from her crib and brought her into your room and into the bed where the three of you snuggled up and tried to get as much sleep as you possibly could.

Gosh darn her teeth for letting her molars make an appearance.

It was a good thing that Harry didn’t have a show that evening because that means you didn’t have to do much during the day.

That was until Mila woke up from her slumber this morning and requested that she wanted to walk around London like you usually did when Harry had to be at Wembley early.

So here the three of you were, As you stroll hand in hand with your fiancé, down the enchanting streets of London, a sense of joy fills the air. The city pulses with energy, its rich history blending harmoniously with the vibrant present.

To cover up the bags that covered both your eyes and the ones of your lover, you both wore a pair of sunglasses, and the whole family wore a different coloured pleasing hoodie that Mila had chosen for you.

Whilst Harry wore a vibrant green, you had been told to wear a custom light blue hoodie, and then Mila chose for herself to wear a red one.

Harry cradles your two-year-old daughter in his arms, her tiny frame nestled against his chest as she peacefully slumbers. It was her idea to come on the walk, not that you and Harry were complaining because you liked going on family walks around the city you were in, and although London had been your home for the last few years you still got excited walking round its streets.

Her sleep had been far too affected last night for her to be able to stay awake during the day, so after your lunch in a small cage, she request Harry carry her and that was when her eyes closed and her soft breaths create a gentle rhythm, a sweet lullaby amidst the bustling sounds of the city.

You push the empty stroller along the cobblestone streets, its wheels gliding effortlessly over the pavement. The sun casts a warm glow, casting golden rays upon your path, illuminating the love that surrounds your little family.

"So, love, what do you think we should do for the rest of the day?" he asks, his voice laced with anticipation. "We've got this rare opportunity to explore, and I want to make the most of it."

You ponder for a moment, knowing that Harry's presence draws attention wherever he goes. “Well, how about we go for a wander? Maybe Mila will sleep a bit longer, and we can enjoy the city without interruptions."

Harry grins, his dimples deepening. "That sounds perfect. A leisurely stroll with you and our little snoozing beauty. Let's see where the day takes us.”

As you walk hand in hand, the warm sun envelops you both in a gentle embrace. You remark on the pleasant weather, how it seems to smile upon your special day together.

"Quite lucky with the weather today, aren't we?" you remark, casting a glance at Harry's attire—a casual hoodie that shields his iconic features.

You could tell that he was getting a bit sweaty due to the shine his nose currently inhabited.

He chuckles, running a hand through his unruly curls. "Ah, yes, the trusty hoodie. A necessary accessory for me when I want to go incognito."

You playfully nudge his side, a teasing smile on your lips. "Hiding from the paparazzi, are we? I guess it's the price of fame, huh?"

Harry grins, his green eyes twinkling. "Well, a little anonymity never hurt anyone. Plus, it lets me enjoy moments like this without attracting too much attention."

As you amble through the streets, you engage in light-hearted banter, pointing out interesting shops and admiring the architectural wonders of the city. Harry shares stories of past adventures and playful anecdotes from his career, his animated gestures drawing laughter from both of you.

From time to time, you steal glances at one another, your love for Harry growing with every step. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, hand in hand, exploring the hidden corners of London.

As you wander, the hours pass in a blissful haze. The bustling city feels like your own private haven, and your daughter continues to sleep soundly, undisturbed by the vibrant energy around her.

Harry leans in closer, his voice filled with contentment. "You know, love, days like these make me appreciate the beauty of simplicity. Just us, our daughter, and the world at our feet."

You nod, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely, Harry. It's these precious moments that remind us of what truly matters—love, family, and the joy of being together."

As you continue your leisurely walk through the bustling streets of London, a fan suddenly recognizes Harry and excitedly approaches the three of you.

You notice Harry's hesitance, knowing his desire to protect your daughter's privacy. Mila slumbers peacefully in his arms, unaware of the moment unfolding around her.

The fan's face lights up, a mix of joy and anticipation. "Harry, I'm such a huge fan! Could I please take a photo with you?"

There was always one.

Harry's gaze flickers to Mila, concern etched across his features. He glances at you, silently conveying his reservations. You understand his worry but also empathize with the fan's excitement.

Gently, you attempt to take Mila from Harry's arms, hoping to offer him the freedom to take the photo. However, as she wakes up and realizes she's no longer cradled against her father, she begins to cry, reaching out for him.

"Shh, sweetie," you whisper, your voice filled with reassurance. "Daddy just needs to take a quick photo, and then he'll be right back with us."

Mila's eyes well up with tears as she stretches her tiny arms back towards Harry. It breaks your heart to see her upset, but you know that sometimes, moments like these require compromise.

Harry's expression reflects his internal struggle. He wants to comfort Mila, to ensure her happiness, but he also understands the significance of connecting with his fans.

Kneeling down beside Mila, Harry gently brushes his fingers against her cheek. "It's okay, angel. Daddy will be right here. Just one quick photo, and then we'll be back together, I promise."

You take a deep breath, understanding the weight of the situation. "Mila, sweetheart, Daddy loves you so much. He wants to make everyone happy, just like he makes us happy. Can you be brave for a little while longer?"

Mila's cries begin to subside, and she looks at you with tear-filled eyes. Her small fingers reach out to touch Harry's face, as if seeking his reassurance. You exchange a glance with Harry, silently conveying the depth of your shared love and understanding.

With a hesitant nod, Harry turns back to the fan, who has been patiently waiting. A warm smile graces his lips as he poses for the photo, the fan beaming with delight. The moment is captured, a memory forever etched in their hearts.

As the fan thanks Harry and bids farewell, he returns to your side, scooping Mila back into his arms. She clings to him, her cries gradually fading away.

"You did so well, angel," Harry whispers, pressing a tender kiss to Mila's forehead. "I'm so proud of you."

You wrap your arm around Harry, offering support and comfort. The trio resumes their walk, Mila finding solace in the warmth of her father's embrace.

When the fan departes, you notice that Harry's usual radiant smile is somewhat subdued. His thoughts are consumed by Mila, his primary concern being her well-being. The encounter with the fan requesting a photo weighs heavily on his mind.

As fate would have it, the fan, oblivious to Harry's internal struggle, approaches once again, this time sheepishly asking if they can retake the photo. Excitement shines in their eyes, unaware of the impact their previous request had on Mila.

Harry's brows furrow slightly, his patience wearing thin. He takes a deep breath, his voice tinged with a hint of agitation. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we can take another photo. My daughter is still quite upset, and I don't really want to upset her again."

The fan's enthusiasm falters, a mix of disappointment and understanding crossing their face. They quickly apologised, realising the unintended consequences of their request.

You place a reassuring hand on Harry's arm, silently communicating your support. It's clear to you that his priority lies in protecting Mila's well-being, even if it means disappointing a fan.

Harry turns to the fan, his voice filled with sincerity. "I appreciate your understanding. It's just important for me to prioritise my daughter's comfort. Thank you for being considerate."

The fan, humbled by Harry's response, nods appreciatively. "Of course, I completely understand. Family always comes first. Thank you for taking the time to talk to me."

With a warm smile, Harry bids the fan farewell, his focus now fully directed towards Mila. As the fan walks away, you feel a mixture of relief and pride in Harry's unwavering commitment to his daughter's happiness.

As you continue your journey through the streets, the weight of the encounter gradually lifts, replaced by a renewed sense of peace. Harry's smile slowly returns, genuine and heartfelt, as he immerses himself in the joy of simply being together with you and Mila.

You intertwine your fingers with Harry's, offering him reassurance and gratitude for his unwavering dedication to your family. Together, you create an unbreakable bond, built on love, trust, and the unwavering protection of the precious moments you share.

As the day winds down and the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow across the city, you find yourselves seeking solace in a nearby park. Harry sits on a bench, Mila cradled in his arms, while you settle beside him.

Mila's teary eyes gradually dry, and she gazes up at her father, a sense of adoration and security radiating from her. Harry's attention is fully devoted to her, and a soft smile graces his lips as he brushes his thumb against her cheek.

In this tranquil moment, amidst the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city, you realise that the true measure of a father's love lies not in the number of photos taken or the adoration of fans, but in the quiet, intimate moments where he selflessly puts his child's happiness above all else. And in that realisation , your love for Harry deepens, knowing that he will always protect and cherish your family with unwavering devotion.

[boyfridged]

grief is the defining force in "batman" as a title, but one thing that has always been utterly engrossing to me is that jay was once an outlier in what place this theme occupied in his narrative. for both bruce and dick, grief was motivational; grief was what pushed them into vigilantism. while they later utilised it in completely different ways; bruce became more stagnant and "frozen" in that moment, and for dick it was an impulse that made him more dynamic; they both viewed grief as a form of resolve (even if constituting a sisyphean task).

this is not the case for post-crisis robin jay.

jay enters the role of robin after standing up for justice that was based completely on his own moral intuitions and distaste for the criminal authority figure (the ma gunn' plotline). and while grief was there, it never served as an inspiration during his first missions.

the first time grief becomes entangled with his role as robin, it's in the two-face storyline ["batman" (1940) #410 – #411], when jay learns that bruce hid the fact that willis was murdered from him. he spends a day in his bed, before they encounter harvey on patrol, and jay tries at revenge. later, he merely cries, accusing bruce of "sparing him" knowledge of his father's demise– in other words, sparing him grief, while allowing him in the field at the same time. this is crucial in so far that jay doesn't seem to make a connection between combat and his grief. however, in response, bruce lectures jason about how grief inspires revenge, and how revenge has to be tempered into justice.

then grief becomes an important theme in the beginning of 'a death in the family,' something that i find to be often overlooked. first of all, jay is grieving after gloria. second of all, from the dialogue that is nowadays ignored because of all the retcons to the todd family story, we learn that jay is also still grieving after his parents. in "batman" (1940) #426 alfred informs: “i’ve come upon him, several times, looking at that battered old photograph of his mother and father, crying.”  to that, bruce contends: “in other words, i may have started jason as robin before he had a chance to come to grips with his parents' deaths.” and so bruce realises that the role of robin has not been beneficial for jay in grieving at all.

after years of mourning without closure, jason looks for the solution for his grief in moving on by finding a new family; since he thinks along with the role of robin, bruce is dismissing him as his son, he goes on the journey to find his biological mother instead. in my eyes, this has always been a salient moment. it shows that jay is still searching for relief in mourning in civilian life. this is his first intuition. of course, it does not stop him from turning to his secret identity when he realises sheila is in danger; it does not protect him from his death either.

but the lesson that bruce tried to teach jason in his early robin days was not lost. it was very much learned, and the consequences are tragic; the plot of the utrh is evidence of that. there, the narrative regarding grief aligns with what it has always been in "batman": it becomes a drive to vigilantism. jay is no longer pursuing closure in the civilian dimension. grief becomes something to be "tempered" into justice. and as bruce knows, the line between justice and vengeance is very thin.

so just as bruce is forever frozen in the loop of the memory of his parents' death, jason is now stuck in the moment of his death (and of the loss of his father.) both of their pleads are: no one else, never again. both of them seem to consider themselves exempt from this rule, subjecting themselves to reliving their pain to keep fighting.

still, the defining difference remains; jay's grief not only motivates his vigilantism. vigilantism is also the primary root of this grief. and years ago, he has not seen grief as a matter to be solved by vigilantism at all.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

can I request a m!reader with Task Force 141, (feel free to add any other group if you w) very angsty…..I NEEF THE ANGST OK???? PLS

the m!reader gets placed into the 141, just being a very joyful and playfully sarcastic person all around that everyone can get along with well. M!reader suffers from depression and is very good at masking it, putting up a really strong facade and front. He is pretty introverted and extroverted, he can be very active but also clammy and avoidant at times when he is asked personal questions, deflecting them subtly. He’s mostly quiet-ish, not too loud but loud enough sometimes you can hear him

M!reader is trying to be useful to 141, doing anything but relaxing for a moment. The first to notice anything strange would be Ghost or Price, just a weird change in their mood as they do. Slowly his mask is breaking as they could see the life in his eyes practically slowly drain away, looking as if he had mentally broken

Shortly after all of 141 notices eventually, they would sometimes ask or pry, but m!reader responds with a smile and re-assurance but it’s bs….. they can feel it too but he is still telling them he’s alright. M!reader is slowly losing it internally, but anyways………..,.😭😭😭😭😭😭

M!reader always goes outside during the night and silently breaks down on rare occasions, when he does he just letting the tears fall. This time though 141 follows him outside where m!reader breaks down, anguished filled cries and many years of mental and or physical torment where it makes someone’s heart ache. M!reader is not known to cry so this is a first for them, whispering to himself self-deprecation as 141 now just steps in and comforts the poor m!reader 🥺🥺

[A/n:Thank you for requesting]

Summary:On the outside your a super fun and cheerful guy but in the inside your hurting and you slowly start to lose your cheerfulness

Type:Scenario: 141 X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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You were the most cheerful person. Always having a large smile on your face, cheering others up, etc, etc. You were a happy guy, sorta. There were times when your mask would break, showing your unsettling blank face staring off, but that only happens when you're alone. If someone finds you like that, you were originally alone. Some people, like Ghost, had doubted your happiness due to the fact your in the military, you've seen hundreds die, you've possible been tortured, kidnapped, starved, had to survive with barely anything at your grasp, he wouldn't know, you didn't originally join the 141, so he didn't know, but what Ghost did know was the smile never left, your eyes would sometimes tell other stories but the smile, it was like...frozen there, forever. Price was another to suspect you, mainly because you avoid personal questions like it's a grenade, aka as much as possible you try to run away from it, or throw it back. Getting something personal out of you was like finding a whale in Ohio(as an ohioan, there are no whales. But there a law about them), it's not gonna happen. Trust Price, he's tried. But other than that, only the sometimes emotionless eyes or sad eyes make him wonder if you're really happy. No one else really noticed. They didn't pay enough attention or didn't spend enough time with you to notice. But either way, it wasn't easy to notice. But eventually, you started to break, every act you've put on it coming to an end. Your smile became weaker, less happy. Your eyes become droppy with sadness. You stopped being so cheerful, less talkive, and you couldn't hold on to the act much longer. You stayed outside longer, the crying for hours on end, you were stressed, overworked, overwhelmed, sad, a lot of things but happy wasn't one of them. You tried to talk to Price, but it didn't work. He was either too busy or you were too scared. You also tried telling Rodolfo, That didn't work either. You changed the subject before even mentioning the original subject. You started to activity avoid mentioning it. How much longer could you hold up? Not much longer, let's say that. It's currently taking everything in your power to not break down in front of everyone. It is hard even lasting all day. Shivering from the cold, you hug your knees to your chest, thinking about how to deal with tomorrow. You had nothing planned, but you heard Soap was gonna try and hang out with you, which you were fine with. Sighing, you wiped your tears and stood up. Dusting your pants off, you walked back inside, telling everyone you were just tired when they asked if you were okay. Laying down you looked over at Gaz, your bunk mate, who was asleep, not necessarily sound asleep since he snores a lot, along with random words, like mac...one of the most common words he says. Sometimes you think it has something to do with mac & cheese, that his one of his favorite easy meals to eat. Rolling back over, you let out a small whimper, holding back your tears. You hugged yourself and took a deep breath. Letting yourself fall asleep, for once. When you woke up, Gaz was gently shaking you. Looking at him, it was abit blurry and the light shining in your eyes made it hurt to look in his direction.

"Heeeyyy, morning sleepy head. You need to get up we got training to do"

Gaz smiled at you, a warming smile that would make your heart warm slightly. Giving a weak smile back, you slowly got up. It was more difficult than most days. It was like you had shackles weighing you down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared down at the floor watching the shadow of Gaz go from one side to the other side. He was walking around getting ready for the day. Looking up at him, you watched him tighten his belt before looking over.

"You gonna get ready?"

He still had that smile. Nodding, you stood up and hurried to get ready. Once you're done getting ready, Gaz had already left the room. Looking in your mirror, you took a deep breath a couple of times, making eye contact with yourself. You saw those sad eyes, rubbing your eyes. You looked back at yourself, still with sad eyes. You sighed and gave a smile, making sure to have the wrinkles by your eyes to give the effect of a real smile. Nodding to yourself, you walked out and headed to where Gaz was. You did your best, not enough to please Ghost, but enough to not break down. Going into the kitchen, you stood there staring at the sink. You rarely eat, ever since that wave if depression hit you for the first time your eating habits got worse and worse, you got skinner and skinner, but stronger since you were in the military. Sighing you walked out of the kitchen without eating anything, again. König watched you leave, confused he looked at the skin where you were looking. There was only a cup overfilled with water, but you could see your reflection. König looked the way you left. You walked with your head low, staring at the floor you walked on. Everyone made sure not to run into you or make sure you don't run into them. Walking to Prices office you knocked on the door. Silence. Groaning you knocked again. More Silence.

"Captain Price!"

You yelled with the happiest tone you could muster. Again, silence.

"Alright, I'm coming in"

Opening the door you peeked in.

"Captain....?"

It was dark, flicking the light on you looked around confused. Price wasn't there at all. Sighing you turned around, turning the light off and closing the door, you looked around turning to think of where he could have gone. Walking around you looked for the captain, and you kept looking until evening. Looking over you seen Soap looking at you from across the room. Smiling, he waved you over. Smiling back at him with a wide, warm smile, you trotted over to him.

"Hey Soap, how's it going?"

You and Soap talked for awhile. Cracking jokes, talking about multiple different things, etc. After awhile you said you had to go. Going outside you looked around for Price alittle more, sighing you layed down, and stared up at the stary sky. The moon sighing bright.

"Are you sure about this captain?"

Soap asked while they all walked to the back door. Captain had seen how cautious and panicked you looked awhile looking for him. So much so that you didn't notice him. Ghost was walking next to Soap, with Gaz behind them trying to keep up with them, a tad bit to tired to fully process what's going on.

"You didn't see his face, now did you?"

Price looked back at Soap who shook his head no. Nodding Price opened the doors with both hands, looking around he seen you laying down, staring up at the sky quite far away from them.

"There"

Price didn't point at you or nothing, just hurried over to you. Before he could say anything, Ghost stopped him.

"Price."

Price stopped and looked at Ghost.

"He's crying, seems to have been going on for awhile"

Looking back at you, Price saw your hand wiping your eyes, sobbing quietly, you muttered to yourself. Price looked at you with guilt, now understanding all those times you walked into his room, just about every day. Standing over you, Price looked down. Seeing your fearful shocked eyes, filled with tears, your cheeks shiny from crying. Price signed and crouched down. Gaz leaned against Price, still tired. Soap and Ghost where standing next to Price, also looking down at your hopeless body. Price his hand on your cheek, rubbing away your tears.

"It's alright son, no need to hide it."

Gaz snapped out of it when he heard that. Using Price's shoulder as a lift, looking at you, he gasped. He's never seen you so weak, so vulnerable. Letting out a loud hic, you grabbed Price's hand, ugly crying you let Price hold you.

"Let it all out, your safe here."

You sat up, hugging Price tightly. You cried into his shoulder, hard. Soap dropped to his knees and hugged you, it's the most he could do right now, he had nothing he could say. The lump in his throat preventing him from saying much.

"We got you..y/n we got you, okay?"

Soap whispered in your ear, hoping to calm you down, even just alittle bit. Gaz patted your head, pulling your head away from Prices shoulder you looked up at him. Smiling, Gaz gently caressed your head. Giving warm to your worn out brain, that's corrupted with the wrong thoughts and ideas.

"Hey..y/n,"

You looked at Ghost.

"Why did you hide? We understand if you can't keep going, you knew that, didn't you? We're here to help, that's the point of the military"

Your eyes widened, you didn't have a answer for him. You didn't have an reason.

"I-I..."

You couldn't give an answer. Ghost let out a small sign, not one of disappointment or anything negative. It's just that small air he's been holding in without realization.

"No need to answer, just... try to talk to us, even if it's hard."

You nodded, opening your arm to Ghost. He stared at it for a second before joining the hug. For you.

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[A/n:I'm not sure if this is all that good 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[turntechgaykid]

My Headcanons for the Strawhats: (Monster Trio)

Luffy:

- Low-key has REALLY bad abandonment issues (see him telling Ace he keeps following him into a dangerous forest bc it makes him feel less alone, Sabo's 'death', Saboady, Marineford, etc)

- Autistic

- When he relaxes/sleeps his body will become super slack an his arms an legs will spread out all over

- HATES the cold and his body hurts when it's too cold out (rubber breaks easily when frozen)

- Will drink but is superrrrrrr picky about booze

- Has very green eyes an no one can convince me otherwise

- Love language is Physical touch (He bites people, affectionately)

- (Based on my Headcanons that Luffy is Brazilian and Robin is Peruvian) His first language is Portuguese an if he forgets a word he'll ask Robin to translate

- Favorite color is red (any shade)

- Likes collecting shiny rocks/pretty sea shells

- Is the most emotionally intelligent person on the crew an has really good observation skills but takes most things at face value/doesn't question them bc he can't understand why someone wouldn't want to show/say exactly what they mean

- If he cries or gets embarrassed enough to blush he'll cover his face with his hat

- Likes when Nami/anyone paints his nails but can never sit still long enough to get them done nicely

- Ambidextrous

- Knows a lot about bugs and can rattle off facts about them for hours

- Really really good at guessing games to the point everyone thinks he's cheating somehow

- Has stretch marks alllll over

- Eats so much bc his stomach stretches no matter how much he eats so he never really feels 'full'

- Has HATED Garp ever since he did nothing to help during Marineford

Zoro:

- Has dimples but he's insecure so he tries hiding them

- Everyone thinks he has green eyes but I think he has brown eyes

- His love language is Acts of service

- Extremely touch starved (if someone plays with his hair he is passing out IMMEDIATELY)

- Secretly loves that (other then Robin) Chopper always goes to him first for everything

- Really loves forests, if they land on an island with one he's most likely heading there first

- Unofficial Official first mate of the strawhats

- When it comes to keeping the crew safe he trusts Robin & Sanji the most (other then the Captain ofc) because he knows they won't hesitate to kill someone they're fighting

- Nami is like a sister to him

- Is actually REALLY good at math an confused tf out the crew when they found out (is now in charge of keeping track of the amount of necessities on the ship or how much they need for a certain amount of time)

- Will forget how long he's been going when training an won't realize til someone stops him

- Gets worried/nervous anytime he watches someone walking down stairs

- Knows a shit ton of knife/sword tricks (can absolutely swallow a sword)

- Doesn't like showers bc he hates water on his face

- Is willing to follow Luffy's orders without question (Post time skip, Pre time skip -specifically before thriller bark- Zoro would still question Luffy)

- One of the few Straw hats that hasn't dated anyone (Sanji had some flings w/ regulars at Baratie, Usopp w/ Kaya, Nami had a few flings here an there, Franky had been with a few people back on water 7 and Brook had been with a few people back when he was alive)

- His favorite color is Sage green/Gold

- Taught Chopper some sword fighting techniques (Brook also joined in an taught Chopper some of his moves)

- Loves taking naps with Chopper (Chopper is low-key his favorite person on the crew)

- He an Robin have little competitions to one up eachother with gifts or things for Chopper bc they both wanna be his favorite >:)

Sanji:

- Loves the ocean/thinks it's the most beautiful part of nature ever

- Either is a Queer Cis guy OR a Queer Trans woman<3

- Ace was absolutely his gay awakening but he thought it was a 'fluke' til he stayed on the momorio island and accepted himself

- Sees it as a HUGE compliment when anyone on the crew gains weight bc it reaffirms he's doing his job well :)

- Loves loves loves all animals and won't let anyone hurt them (including rodents/other "gross" animals)

- Has insectophobia/arachnophobia and OCD

- HATES having anything covering to much of his face/head bc of the mask Judge had him in

- Pulls on his hair when frustrated/angry/overwhelmed/etc.

- French is his first language

- Knows how to figure skate, do ballet and learned gymnastics

- His love language is Words of affirmation

- Writes letters to Zeff at least once a week (after the events at WCI he started addressing Zeff as Dad in his letters)

- Is secretly writing his own cookbook

- Has anisocoria, effects his right eye (anisocoria can easily be confused with heterochromia. It gives the appearance of two different eye colors, but the variation only relates to pupil size — which can cause one eye to look darker than the other — not the actual eye color.)

- Sanji an Usopp are actually really close (both their moms passed bc of sickness both had shit dads plus soba mask + sogeking friendship is superior)

- Sees Zoro as a brother (their dynamic is like the eldest brothers who try to compete over everything)

- Sees Robin as a mother figure but low-key feels guilty about it

- Told Nami everything about his past after WCI and they're really close now

- Sees Luffy a bit as an obnoxious younger brother

- When it gets really hot he'll let Chopper sit inside/in front of the freezer for a little bit

[luizd3ad]

BatFam At Disneyland Headcanons

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Author's Note: This is my First time Writing Headconons so I hope you guys like it and I did it right <3

Also this is based kinda on my experiences at Disneyland which I haven’t been there in like 10 years? So I haven’t been to Avengers Campus or Star Wars so sorry if stuff is wrong so sounds weird.

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Dick: 

-Is actually so excited but doesn't want to show it because he knows Jason is gonna make fun of him.

-He would get so happy when he gets called a ‘Space Ranger’ when they scan his ticket.

-Gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Keeps saying how he can do the Spider-Man's flip at Avengers Campus.

-Is now convinced he can be Spider-Man.

-Tried to get Spider-Man to do a backflip with him.

-Got sad when Babs told him to leave the Cast Members alone.

Jason: 

-Makes fun of Dick because he knows he's excited.

-Is also really excited.

-Try’s to think of a ways to leave Damian because he knows hes going to complain the whole fucking time.

-He's 100% gonna try and flirt with some of the princesses.

-Also gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Gets yelled at by Alfred and Brunce when he tries to hold his middle finger up in the picture with Steph.

Tim: 

-Gets sick on the TeaCups ride.

-He got so excited when he met woody like he was jumping with joy.

-Bro loved Cars Land like he had to be forced to leave.

-Makes everyone wait till the lights turn on in Cars Land

-Cries during ‘The World of Color’ show.

-’Toy Story Midway Mania’ was his favorite ride of the whole day.

-Gets freaked out thinking about Walt Disney's frozen head.

Damian: 

-Complained the whole way there.

-Wants to go to ‘The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter’.

-Gets pissed when he can't go to The Wizarding World.

-Is pissed till they go on Hyperspace Mountain. 

-He had so much fun at StarWars.

-He made a droid and a lightsaber.

-Kept comparing Brunce to Iron man.

Duke: 

-Makes fun of Tim for getting sick on the TeaCups.

-When everyone gets Mickey Mouse Ears he laughs at Dick because they wouldn't put ‘Dick’ on the ears.

-Got a little scared on the Indiana Jones ride, he kept his eyes closed because he was not taking any chances.

-Small World freaked him out a little. 

-He was eating every candy and treat he could get his hands on.

-Pretends he's not sick at the end of the night because he doesn't want to prove that Alfred was right.

Bruce: 

-He begs Alfred to go because he can't deal with all his kids by himself in a place like Disney.

-Man is stressed.

-Mentally complains about how expensive everything is like he isn't a billionaire.

-Grizzly Peak was his favorite.

-He thought ‘Soarin’ was the best ride. \

-Now hates Iron Man

Cass: 

-Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mason were her favorite.

-Doesn't want to but agrees to take pictures with the princesses (she actually really wants to, especially with Pocahontas).

-Meeting Loki was the highlight of her day.

-Convinces Tim that Walt Disney's Head is frozen in the basement. 

Steph: 

-Explains to Damian that The Wizarding World is at a different park.

-Convinces Cass and Babs to take pictures with every princess they see.

-Gets Jason to take a picture with Eeyore and Tigger. (She said it was them)

-Makes everyone watch the parade. 

-Cries during the Fireworks. 

Babs: 

-Get's sad that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Convinces Dick that he can go on rides without her.

-Loved taking pictures with the princesses

-Meeting Ariel was her favorite part.

-Jungle Cruise was her favorite ride.

-Tells Dick to leave Spider-Man alone.

-Tells Dick he can't just ask people to do backflips with him.

-Loved Pixie Hollow. 

Alfred: 

-It was his idea but he wants to stay at the manor.

-Has no idea why Bruce is stressed considering he planned everything.

-Takes princess pictures with the girls.

-Kept telling Duke to stop eating so much candy because he was going to get sick.

-Stand behind everyone during the fireworks and tear up at the idea of this trip healing all of their inner childs even if it's just a little.

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[parkerpeter24]

read ur masterlist all night yesterday and wanted to ask if u still do peter requests? if so could u write one ab reader still coping w losing peter during infinity war (like she’s still having nightmares ab it) and peter assures her that it’s okay and that he’s there :((( ffh and nwh never happened as well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 biggg thanks mwah

this kinda sad :( also, real sorry for so much delay.

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

masterlist

the new home was warm and comfy. not as comfy as peter but still. it had been five years. five years down the drain for you and him. it was hard to believe that he was still nineteen while you were twenty-three, almost twenty-four as your birthday approached.

you smiled gently at may every time you found her sitting on the couch, reading a self-help book or when you found her in the kitchen, making something of peter’s favorite. when peter was out on his patrols, you helped her in the kitchen or around the house, sometimes just watching her favorite reality show on tv.

your family had been one of those that didn’t ‘blip’ and even though now everyone was “saved” with little to no damage– now that the avengers were back together and helping the people settle back into this ‘new world’ that had become– you didn’t feel so secure.

when you first saw peter, you didn’t believe he was real, how could you. what were you supposed to say to him, welcome back? you’d went through a lot these past few years, graduating college, trying to find a new job and a new apartment. you couldn’t get yourself to try to find someone else, someone new. at first you were afraid of replacing your first love. the support group you joined– after being forced by your parents– helped you a lot with that, yet you found yourself avoiding situations with any person that could lead up to a relationship.

you didn’t want to lose another person. you couldn’t.

you cried at nights, holding your fist over your mouth just to make sure your parents didn’t hear you. they had enough on their plates, having lost their friends and colleagues and parents.

when you first saw him, breathing and standing in front of you, those soft, brown eyes filled with tears to the brim, it felt like a piece of your heart returned to your chest. you didn’t know how to approach him, just standing there frozen, with a parted mouth. peter did what was needed and kissed you, his mouth tasting of copper. neither of you could mind the cut over his lip as the need to touch and feel what you’d lost prevailed.

you held each other and cried, not caring if the blood from his forehead transferred to yours.

it felt the same after four months. peter didn’t talk much but every night he loved to hold you and listen to your stories of what had happened in the past five years. he could tell you skipped over the bad parts, only telling him about the new friends you’d made and what new movies and songs you wanted to share with him.

it was hard for the boy to realise how much you’ve been through these past five years– for him it had felt like a few moments before he woke up; but for you, it was five years. saying that didn’t do justice because those were 60 months. 1827 days you’d gone without him. he didn’t believe he could go on for so long.

‘if’ was the word he used to comfort you with as he held you through the anxiety attacks. ‘if i could turn back time,’ ‘if i was there to hold you always, i would have,’ ‘if i had a choice now, i would have never left that bus.’ he mumbled as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

you had a habit of forcing a hand against your mouth when you sobbed at nights but peter held it in his, gently stroking your fingers as he let you wail against his chest, never caring if you ruined however many of his shirts.

he was over at your new apartment on the nights you weren’t at his place. you had started keeping your window open for him again, just like you did in your late teens.

peter slipped inside your room one such night, finding you fast asleep. he quickly changed into a set of his clothes that you’d already kept on a chair in the room. he admired you, getting in bed beside you. his arm automatically wrapped around yours and you snuggled into him in your subconscious state. he pressed his face against your hair and breathed in, getting used to the coconut-y smell of your new shampoo now.

everything was so different but it was okay. as long as peter could hold you again.

[sakasamurai707]

Oh boy I can’t sleep so here’s some Cyberpunk Relationship Headcanons!

Kerry x Male!V

-Kerry genuinely sung the ‘I love you, bitch. I’ll never stop loving you, bitch’ song to V on their three month anniversary, complete with the guitar. V had no idea what to say, and didn’t understand the reference.

-Kerry sleeps starfish style and with his mouth open. V has had to close his mouth because he drools in the night.

-Kerry swore he would never have an animal in his mansion before Nibbles came to be. After he met nibbles, Kerry bought him a throne style cat bed.

-Kerry doesn’t understand that not every kiss has to be with tongue. V has genuinely bitten his tongue because he just wanted a quick smooch before a gig.

Panam x Male! V

-Panam is allergic to pollen, but due to being in the badlands, she never knew until V brought her organic flowers. She sneezed for a week straight before realizing.

-V and Panam like racing, but V is terrible at driving. He once accidentally crashed her car into a pile of cacti.

-V and Saul sometimes have family dinner together, and Saul asks really personal questions about the relationship every time. (Example: ‘sooo…have you two screwed yet?’)

-when V can’t sleep, Panam takes him out to look at the stars. The first time she did, he cried, since he’d never seen them before due to the city lights.

….”if we don’t fix this chip thing, V, I’ll be looking up at those. You’ll be the prettiest star out there.”

Judy x Fem! V

-Judy loves telling V about her ocean and fish hyperfixation. Sometimes, she wishes she could afford to go to a real aquarium. V swears if she gets the money, she’ll take her on a date there.

-Judy and V have made braindances before, all to be kept in Judy’s “private folder.”

-V doesn’t understand why Judy is so emotional sometimes, but she’ll awkwardly hug her or kiss her when she starts crying.

-Judy’s favorite movie to watch with V is Ponyo. Judy knows the song by heart and sings it during the credits.

River x Fem! V

-Both River and V really want the other to quit their jobs, so sometimes they jokingly leave resignation papers on each other’s desks. V doesn’t really have a ‘boss,’ so River just leaves a sticky note that says “quit.”

-River really likes iguanas, so when V hatched hers, he cuddled with it more than her for a week straight. V had to deal with it being in between them in bed.

-Joss and V talk a lot, to the point where V will show up at his house just to completely ignore him and talk to his sister. River just ends up standing behind them awkwardly.

-River does the ‘broke boyfriend stance’ every time they’re in a store. Johnny makes fun of him for it.

-River and V are really cuddly, to the point River can’t fall asleep correctly without her beside them.

Bonus!!!! Johnny x GN! V

-Johnny has tried to convince V to kiss the mirror to see if it feels like an actual kiss. (It doesn’t.)

-V has a habit of telling Johnny ‘I love you’ out loud. They said it in front of Hanako right before the relic malfunction, and Hanako looked at them and said

“Uhm…thank…you…?”

-V eventually figures out how to get Johnny a new body and repair the chip. (In my heart I’m delusional.) Once they did, they didn’t let go of each other for weeks. They had the worst honeymoon phase.

-Johnny excessively jokes about soul killer. V does not find it amusing.

Bonus Bonus!!!! Takemura x GN! V

-Takemura cooks most of their meals after V revealed they mainly eat frozen tv dinners instead of real food. He’s Also really insistent that they drink water and shower.

-Takemura once brutally cried after seeing the full effects of the Relic Malfunctions, comparing it to when his Arasaka implants got revoked.

-Takemura didn’t know how to hug someone, so he accidentally nearly choked V.

-he also didn’t know how to kiss, so he just…opened his mouth.

-Takemura doesn’t understand sarcasm, so he takes whatever V says to its fullest meaning.

[rome-writes21]

What’s Wrong But Feels Right - Part 1

Negan x Reader (Male)

Summary - One of the worst days of y/n’s life turns into meeting the man he would fall for despite his intent to.

Warnings - Swearing, Smoking, Alcohol, Blood, Detailed Gore, Detailed Smut…

A/N - So this is my first story 😅 I’ve written small things before but I’ve never committed to a fanfic let alone posted one. Likes and comments would definitely be appreciated, and if you have any suggestions for short one shots (any character) that you’d like please let me know (especially if you’d like smut in it or not). I don’t know how many parts this is gonna have, and i’ll try to post once a week or more.

Also a shout out to @justsomegdude for helping me through hell with this story. He’s a great writer and you should definitely go check out his fics!

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The tears slowly ran down y/n’s face, almost feeling frozen in time from the cold air. Every breath he took made his body shudder, even though they were short and shaky. From his peripheral vision, he could map out a picture of the dead man beside him, Abraham. He hadn’t gotten himself to look over yet. How could he? All memories he once had with his dear friend were wiped away in the blink of an eye, or more with the swing of a bat.

After Abraham, it was Glenn, someone else whom he’d loved like a brother during the 2 years they’d known each other in this god awful world. Each time the bat got swung onto Glenn, y/n’s body flinched, his heart feeling like it was getting crushed more and more with every hit. You’d of thought that the sobs and cries coming from Maggie would’ve made any of the Saviors around them feel the slightest bit of guilt in their hearts, but none of them batted an eye.

No one on their knees were safe, and for all y/n knew, he could’ve been next. But, did he really care at this point? If the people he loved the most were going to continue to get killed in front of him, why would he want to make it out?…Maybe for the revenge of it all, because y/n could slowly feel that emotion creep up on him despite the sobs that poured from his body. The hatred he felt was growing, and he felt that he would soon run out of tears to even want to feel sad.

Negan, the man who’d been running this “show”, grabbed Rick by his jacket, dragging him on the ground to the RV for a drive. All that could be heard now was the breathing forced through the sobs of each individual. The wait for Negan to return felt like an eternity, yet no one wanted him to come back.

Y/n’s eyes were hurting, burning in a way from the amount of time he spent crying over his dead friends. He looked over to Maggie on his left, seeing the pain in her eyes, the color drained from her face, and it only made everything hurt more. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t tried to comfort her in any sort of way. Her husband just got beaten to death in front of her, all while he was being mocked. But he was frozen, just like everyone else, not being able to fathom how someone could do this and joke about it……y/n was still sitting up, but was more slouched, his hands digging into the gravel below him, holding him up. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, and not a single one would settle.

The RV slowly rolled into it’s place from before, the gravel crunching underneath it. The door swung open, Rick being thrown through it, onto the ground. He got pulled and dragged just mere feet in front of everyone else, getting absolutely humiliated.

(Time skip to after “that” situation)

Rick was thrown back into line, Carl’s arm still intact thankfully. Negan was rambling while walking back and forth. It felt like he was looking for something, someone, like he wasn’t done yet, and that fueled the fear again. Losing someone else was something they didn’t know they could bare. Y/n kept his eyes on Negan, following his every move. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do considering Negan took note of this, especially the way y/n was looking at him. The look of pure hatred in his eyes. Negan just did all of what he did to Rick because of the way he was looking at him, and now y/n was looking at him the same way, maybe worse.

Negan turned his attention to the boy, his tone full of annoyance, yet a smile stayed on his face. “Look at you!” He walked closer, his bat swinging in his hand, awfully too close to y/n. “Did you not learn a thing from Rick and what he almost had to do?”

Y/n didn’t respond. Even if he wanted to, what the hell was he going to say? One wrong word and, well maybe there goes his life, or someone else’s. “Nothing to say, huh?….Ballsy.” That’s really all Negan had to say? “Simon, Kenny load him up,” and the two men started to walk towards y/n. Fear struck y/n’s body instantly with those words, knowing there was no way he could resist. He was grabbed forcefully, getting thrown into the back of the truck.

Not too long after, the truck jerked forward. Y/n hadn’t heard any more screams, cries, the beating of the bat since he’d gotten thrown into this thing, and he hoped the remaining people were spared…..Y/n’s mind was blank, all of the thoughts running through his mind before were gone. What was he supposed to think about what just happened?

After what felt like a long time, the vehicle came to a stop, the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut all around. The doors to the truck swung open, three men pulling y/n out, barely giving him time to land on his feet before dragging him inside. The inside of the building was filled with saviors. Y/n realizing how outnumbered they really were was almost laughable.

He got taken to a cell, the door slamming shut, locked. It was pitch black besides the little light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door. The walls, the floor were ice cold. Y/n slowly slid down the wall with his back, sitting down.

He hadn’t gotten sleep for obvious reasons, and although he was exhausted, he couldn’t rest. Every time he’d close his eyes, the image of his friends dead on the ground, blood trickling down their deformed heads took over. He groaned, rubbing his head with his hands.

Jingle * Click

The door creaked open, y/n squinting his eyes a little from the unexpected light. There stood a man in the doorframe, holding a far too familiar object. It was Negan.

[youremyonlyhope]

I hate that High School Musical: The Musical: The Series made me cry at its finale. I was good up until everyone joined in to sing Ricky's song.

Wait.

Spoke too soon. Wrote that sentence during the credits. There's an after credits scene.

....

NO. NOOOOOOO. You made me cry after 2 notes. Literally sob screaming "NOO. NOOOO." at the screen because how COULD they do that to me.

Ok I am not ok. That last part was not necessary. Not remotely necessary. I was good. I was ok. I had calmed down. Sure I had cried earlier, but I was done. I was still emotional but I was like "Oh what a cute show that was better than it had any right to be." and they THROW THAT AFTER CREDITS SCENE AT ME JUST TO MAKE ME KEEP CRYING.

[thranduel]

mike’s letter to will?

“something is coming…” is the first line in the entire show that mike says while they’re playing d&d…

then this was posted a few tweets down in response and the date says november 6th, 1983

what if the letter was actually written on that day from mike to will because he loves him and he’s so special to him but he never got to give it to him? what if that’s why mike was more distraught and heartbroken after seeing will’s body and the show purposefully focused on his reaction as he cried into his mother’s arms? and remember they actually filmed finn crying his eyes out while riding his bike away and they said it was one of the best scenes but they cut it? why would there be so much focus on mike and will’s relationship but not the others? there’s so much more going on here

and maybe mike and will wrote each other letters a lot as kids and sent them to each other? maybe mike wrote that after the boys left his house in episode 1 and wrote something like “anyway i think you’ll love the rest of what i planned for the campaign. sorry i couldn’t get it done tonight but you mean so much to me and it’s been so fun playing with you guys. hope this is something we can do together for the rest of our lives and it will last until we’re old. love, mike.” this would be such a beautiful and incredible parallel because in 3x03 during their fight, mike says “i mean what did you think, really? that we were never gonna get girlfriends? that we were just gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?” but will never actually implied that or said those words specifically, so imagine if mike used the words he wrote in his OWN letter to will years ago because he was projecting and struggling with internalised homophobia?? also will said “yeah, i guess i did. i really did” and then in 4x08, he talks about wanting to play nintendo and d&d for the rest of their lives. ALL OF THIS WOULD CONNECT SO BEAUTIFULLY AND IT WOULD MAKE SENSE

OR even if the letter wasn’t written on that exact day, that’s probably when they’ll find it when they’re in the upside down in season 5 because time is frozen on that date. it’ll probably be in mike’s basement or bedroom. maybe that’s another reason why mike struggled to write “love, mike” on eleven’s letters because he knows he did it for will and will is the one he truly loves, but he’s just so afraid and uncertain of everything. that’s also probably why he couldn’t send will letters because he was scared. because why else would you lose contact with your best friend? why couldn’t you send him letters when you sent your girlfriend letters? it could’ve easily been done but he purposefully avoided it and then later on admitted he was afraid to lose him. in eleven’s letter, she said will has been acting “weird” because there’s someone he likes. then when mike is talking to will, he says the past year has been “weird” without him. they both also admitted to pushing each other away out of fear of losing each other (mike says it in 4x04 and will says it in 4x08). why are they acting so weird all of a sudden if they’re “just friends”?

if this letter is from mike to will, it would be the perfect way to reveal that they’ve loved each other from the very beginning. the general audience will see it and realise time was frozen in the upside down and it’s an old letter that mike wrote years ago. then no one can say it “came out of nowhere”. they have the perfect opportunity to do this right!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hi! Can i ask in the reader-polarbear-god au, where like when afternoon strikes that's when the reader-polarbear attacks but this time they are nowhere to be found because some random hunter shit them with a crossbow and the

Harbingers, Tsarisa and the rest of fatui are like: 😡 how dare you hurt our polar bear

Usually, when i imagine how the Fatui found out about the real identity of the infamous bear, i portray it as a comedy scene. This one looks more angsty, and OH MY GOD I love angst.

Tsaritsa is pretty used to you; she found out about your true form and identity, yet she decided to keep the secret only for your happiness. After all, your little stunts gave some amusement to her and some of her warriors, so why interrupt it when you cause no harm to anyone?

In your routine, during the afternoon, you pop up around the castle, take your original form, and share some tea and stories with your beloved Cryo Archon. She waited for you patiently, like always, and you didn't show up.

That was strange; maybe you were just late? No, you both are pretty used to that routine, once she saw you taking the form of a bird just to make it in time! Did you get lost in her white country? Teyvat would never allow you to feel scared in your territory...

It wasn't long until she decided to get some help from one of her trusty fatui. Of course, they did not know about your true identity, you wanted to enjoy your carefree life as much as possible, and exposing yourself would just end it. She asked Tartaglia; after all, he was fond of his fluffy bear as much as her, so knowing about your disappearance would give him a rush. On the one hand, he was one of his archon's most devoted subjects, and she knew that a direct order from her, no matter how insignificant, he couldn't refuse. 

His hunting skills were impeccable. He knew where the bears lived—their den, where they drank, and where they hunted. It was crucial when the bear first appeared, and since it seemed that that animal didn't intend to go away, it became part of his routine to go to (fight)meet them there.

When he arrived, what he found was an empty hole full of leaves and some staff that you used to steal from the Habingers. But you weren't there, just like the Tsaritsa feared. From the opening of the cave, a series of foot prints, made by a large animal, So you did get out from the cave that day, maybe another route?

It didn't take long for him to found a strange Trail. It was ..Gold? In a liquido form? What a strange discovery...and then noises, muffled pained whine coming from a near by small Frozen forest. The Golden Trail lead to that foresta and those cries...that was the bear!

In mere seconda, Childe reached the Place and what he found wasn't what he was expecting. Their beloved bear, the Tsaritsa bear, lying on the ground ,with a large Arrow scoarching it's back . A Golden River decorating the White snow and that man....a hunter.

Not even a seconds being waste, Childe attacked the hunter. He didn't care about killing him, not now at least, what was important was ti save the ....wait ...where was the bear now?...A person?!

After that accident, your true form was revealed ...and there was One less hunter in the region.

[tiaamorosa]

Sunset Died - Survivors

After another endless walk through the night, everyone finally arrived at the infirmary, tired and exhausted. VJ banged heavily on the door, but by the green lights that weren't turned off, you knew someone had to be there. When Morgana came out, she was almost a little shocked… She looked around - “Agnes, you… You really made it”.

“Of course, I told you I could do it”. Morgana was overwhelmed and struggled to hold back her tears of joy. “Emma? I almost didn't recognize you”/ “hn, yeah, I probably didn't either, but it's not about me now, Cy finally needs to be properly examined and Blair…”/ “ wait…Cy-clone and…Blair?”.

Morgana went up to the two, who seemed strange to her at first. But then she recognized the petite woman. “Morgana…” She looked at him, and a small smirk stirred inside her as well. “Cy, you…”/ “yes, I know, Chuck Norris. Blair needs rest and I want to be able to breathe properly again…”. Morgana had to process the whole scene around her in her head first. But then she concentrated on her work again. “o.k.,. What about her eyes?"/ ‘Just one eye,… We'll tell you everything’/ ‘M-Morgana?’/ ‘My goodness, Blair… Yes?’/ ‘Are… My parents still alive?’/ ‘hnhn, they're indestructible, should they come here?’/ ‘mhm’. Morgana stroked Blair's shoulder lovingly to show her that she was safe now. “o.k. take her into the tent”.

While Cyclone took care of Blair, Morgana wanted to know everything in detail. “I was really worried, Agnes, I thought you weren't coming back”. Agnes took a deep breath. “I also wanted to turn back at a certain point, but then I just happened to take a wrong turn and ended up in front of a little farm”/ “a farm?”.

“Yes, really. I wouldn't have guessed that anyone lived out there in that area either. And everything there was so… Like in another world, as if nothing had happened. And then suddenly Emma came out of the house towards me.” Emma looked up briefly at Agnes “I was so happy to see Agnes. When she told me that some people had survived here, I could hardly believe it…”. Morgana nodded in understanding. “Yes, it's a miracle. where were you three when it happened?”.

“Blair had Visit her parents the day before, but she'd had another fight with her mother. She came home crying and said she just had to get out, get away from the city for a few days. Then we planned a spontaneous trip, Cy and I were on vacation, so it was a good idea.“

“We just drove, without a specific destination. We had enough provisions with us for two days. At some point we found a great spot by a lake. We were having a great time, and then… We saw them in the sky, falling down towards Sunset Valley. We could feel the pressure waves from the impacts. Then huge mounds of earth piled up, as if a mountain was growing out of the ground within seconds”.

“And at some point you could see the light of the huge flames rising from behind this huge mountain. We were frozen with shock, we cried… And as I said, we didn't expect anyone else to have survived here". ”and this farm? Did anyone live there?” Emma wiped a tear from her face that had run down her face during the story. ”mhm, an elderly lady. She was a bit crazy, but she took care of us”

Morgana stroked Emma's red hair lovingly for a moment. “You were lucky. And what about Blair? The bandage, what's it all about?” Emma sat up a little again and tried to put what she had experienced into words. “hh… The shockwave brought a lot with it, including thousands and thousands of stones and tiny splinters… She got one of them. Right in the eye. It was like a bullet had been fired from a gun. Luckily it wasn't a through-and-through shot, the splinter “only” got stuck in her lens. Gosh, I would have loved to help her, but I didn't know how, I didn't want to do anything wrong… But this old woman…”.

“What did she do?” . For Morgana, of course, the whole thing was important and interesting to know. And Emma continued. “As crazy as she was, she had incredibly steady hands. She had a good look at the whole thing and she offered to help her and remove this huge splinter.“/”And how did she do that? I mean, something like that is a risky procedure and really requires a steady hand and surgical skill”. Emma lifted her shoulders and shook her head. “I don't know, I wasn't there when the old lady did the operation. But when she was done…”.

“…Blair's cries of pain stopped. The woman used various herbs from the surrounding area to promote the healing of the surrounding eye. But it took a very, very long time before the healing could be seen…”. Morgana raised her hands and placed them on the sides of her head, a little stunned but still amazed. “It's also a very sensitive area…”/ “mhm. everything should have healed well by now. The lady told us when we left that the bandage could be removed in 2-3 days. Oh dear, and the cows…"/ ‘Cows?’.

“She had given us three cows to thank us for our company. But they ran off on the way…"/ ‘I think that's less tragic than Blair having a splinter in her eye’/ ‘I know, but we could have used those animals here, couldn't we?’/ ”Meat is a bit scarce at the moment, yes. But what about Cyclone? He's got a bandage around his ribcage…”.

“Oh… he fell once on our journey back. I heard the crack, but he ignored it the whole time. Then he even came up with the idea of carrying them. He does everything for her.”

Meanwhile in the tent. Even though Blair was tired from the long journey, she also enjoyed the moment with Cyclone. It didn't feel so stressful anymore. “Take off your hat”/ “How do you know I'm wearing it?”/ “I just do. I thought it was silly when you bought it in that store”.

Cyclone took off his hat and leaned down even closer to her. “Try to get some sleep, okay Darling? “/ ”mhm. Are you going to talk to the others?" ‘As soon as I've got an overview of which of them are the good guys and which are the bad guys…I'll come back later’/ „mhm…“

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover ☺

[walkawaytall]

You asked for numbers, here are my numbers:

2

But knowing how this works, I'm pretty sure somebody already sent it ao back-up number is 12

See, I really am getting to these prompts blindly chosen from this list!

This one took forever in part because I kept hating the ideas I had for it. I think this is all right, though. Thank you for leaving a number!

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2. eye contact across a crowded room

Han would be surprised if no one expected him to change his mind and promise to stay after he and Luke were brought back to Echo Base. Beings always treated near-death experiences like they needed to change everything, like every time his life had been on the line, he should have gained some sort of perspective. But there was no perspective to gain this time.

As far as he was concerned, the decision to leave wasn’t even really his to make. Well, it was and it wasn’t. He could stay; he had planned on staying, had promised Leia he would stay, even; and then a bounty hunter’s blaster bolt had burned the previously unmarred skin of her neck while another punctured skin far too close to her heart, mere millimeters away from being a kill shot, and that decision had been walked back without anyone involved wanting it to be.

There had been so much blood.

So, his mind was made up. He was on his way out the same as before, even if he and the kid had nearly frozen to death. Han hadn’t let any previous near-death experiences derail things for him, and he wasn’t going to start allowing that to happen now. He was okay, Luke would be okay, he and Chewie would leave, and Leia would be okay. They’d be safer without him around, attracting the attention of cartels. There was no reason to stay.

It seemed like half the base was crowded in the hangar when they landed. The medics took Luke first since the kid was barely conscious. They almost insisted Han be transported to the medical wing via hover-stretcher, but he insisted he could make the trip on his own.

When he left the ship, he saw Leia walking alongside the medics moving Luke through the base. She paused suddenly and looked back, meeting Han’s gaze. He could see from meters away that she had dark circles under her eyes, that there was some indefinable quality to her face that he associated with her crying — maybe some unusual coloring or puffiness that he’d only ever seen during the few vulnerable moments they’d had over the years when she’d allowed him to wipe tears from her cheeks.

She was really worried about the kid.

She said a few words to one of the medics, then, to Han’s surprise, broke away from the medical entourage and doubled back to him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, voice raspier than usual. “They were supposed to bring a second stretcher—”

“Told ‘em I could make it fine,” he said, his eyes not budging from hers.

Leia shook her head and said, “You’re such an idiot.”

Han didn’t have time to get offended before she slid her arms under his and hugged him tight.

Large, furry arms wrapped around them both, and Chewie howled far too close to Han’s ear. When all three beings had extracted themselves from the embrace, Leia said she needed to follow after Luke and headed in the direction of the medical wing.

[We stayed up all night hoping you would show up,] Chewie said quietly, sliding his arm around Han’s shoulders in an attempt to help him walk that he felt was mostly unnecessary.

“Yeah, well, was a little busy tryin’ not to freeze to death,” Han said as they walked a few meters behind Leia, also headed toward the medical wing.

[She cried when they said they found you.]

As if she sensed they were talking about her, Leia paused before rounding a corner in the corridor and again met Han’s gaze from meters away. She said nothing in acknowledgement, but seemed to be waiting for them to catch up.

“Thought we could walk together since we’re going the same way,” she said when Han and Chewie got close to her. She fell into step on Han’s right side and slid her own arm beneath Chewie’s, supporting Han’s lower back.

He glanced at her as they walked through the corridors, trying not to think about the fact that this was likely the last time she would touch him, that it might be the last time she wasn’t entirely pissed at him. He was still leaving after all.

[amyyythestarry]

THOUGHTS ON THE NEW TBHK CHAPTER PT. 2!!

OK SO, READ MY OTHER CHAPTER ANALYSIS FIRST.

But, this one is just gonna be about the whole Hanako crying after Tsukasa took Nene.

So I’ve seen someone give their reviews on the new chapter and I totally admire their perspective. But also they open up a lot of new theories and thoughts about characters that I would have never thought of.

So I now think that Hanako wasn’t just crying because Tsukasa stole Nene ( That’s definitely one of the reasons ).

He’s probably also sad that he got left out!!

Ever since Tsukasa showed up in the broken clock tower, he was only focused on Nene. Appeared right in front of Nene, directly talked to her, was in her perfect line of view. Meanwhile, Hanako just couldn’t see him clearly more than one time.

Talking to Nene directly about the ‘old Amane’. Hanako is just there.

He finally got in front of them both. But he’s still only talking to Nene. Hanako is just there.

Partly in Hanako’s line of view for a mili-second.

Goes right over to Nene and stays there. Hanako is in the background again. Even while this happens.

He can’t clearly see what going on behind him, when the kiss happens he strains to move his pupil. He knows they’re kissing because of the ‘mwah’, but he can’t see it! Only in peripheral vision. Only from the corner of his eye can he see just a little bit of what’s going on. And it’s right beside him.

Tsukasa’s taking Nene away, and Hanako doesn’t have any other choice but to stand there, and reflect on what’s going on.

I feel like he was thinking “My brother came here, talked to Nene only ( Left me entirely out of the one-sided conversation ), kissed her and ditched me with just a single goodbye.”

Tsukasa only talked to him three times during the whole interaction!

But the whole time he was having that one-sides convo with Nene. Hanako was still just there. The background character while all of this was going on.

Hanako was left out!

He cries his eyes out by the fact that, not only his brother taking away Nene, but ALSO DITCHING HIM. NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM. Totally ignoring him and only interacting with Nene!!

Tsukasa seems to always talk to Amane whenever he is around. He always greets him in a hug or whatever, talks to him, includes him in the conversation, most of the time. Right?

Especially in Hell Of Mirrors. He was paying attention to Amane.

And in the PP arc.

But that wasn’t the case this time! Tsukasa didn’t give his brother a hug, a greeting “Aaamane” was all he got out of this chapter, and it was barely a greeting. Just to see if Amane was also frozen.

Not only did his brother steal his assistant, but he also COMPLETELY IGNORED HIM!

‘TSUKASA WASN’T MAINLY FOCUSED ON ME?? WTF, THE BETRAYAL!!!????’

Betrayal indeed.

Amane probably isn’t used to that. Not used to Tsukasa brushing past him, more eager to talk to someone else more than he’s eager to talk to his big brother.

I’m not saying it hasn’t happened before. Tsukasa definitely has thought of other things besides Amane. Definitely. Amane isn’t the only thing that’s on his mind 24/7.

But Amane probably doesn’t want to hear that, that his brother doesn’t prioritize him over anything or anyone else. He wants to be comforted by the fact that his favorite person in the world is totally obsessed with him, he invades Tsukasa’s thoughts only, nothing else.

But, this obviously, probably showed Amane that’s not the case.

His brother left him out. He was left out. He doesn’t like being left out.

But he was, and at the end of Kamome too.

Most be a lot to take in.