#y is for you should go commit arson!

[elpis-simps]

When life locks a door, burn it. That's how arson works.

[inseobts]

hiiii!! i LOVE ur fics so mucchh and lowkey felt shy to dump my very vivid and detailed request lmao 🤣 i just thought of a random blurb bc i’m in my feels from reading angst and hurt/comfort, but can you do a fic of angst (ending happy/fluff) with ace x y/n? y/n and him are together on whitebeard’s crew and they got into an argument and stuff when they landed on an island to get supplies and chaos erupts when the marines arrive. their argument hasn’t been resolved but everyone is obviously occupied in getting back to the ship and fighting to escape. ANYWAYS y/n was actually their target and captured her bc she is actually a powerful fighter with a fruit that could be useful to them (idk u pick lol something that’s important as robin-level where it’s vital they retrieve her like idk her fruit can read any script i.e. poneglyphs yadda yadda). and then when the crew depart and do a headcount they realize one member is missing (womp womp) and ace gonna go FERAL to get her back and digging that knife of regret of saying hurtful things during their unresolved argument and cutscene to y/n getting beat tf up like how robin was beat up in water 7 from that mf spandam when imprisoned. OUHHH AND IMAGINE ACE’S REACTION WHEN HE SEES THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE ALMOST DEAD TO A PULP AND COMMITS ARSON and ends happily with y/n back and recovering and them finally resolving their arguement (cue: fluff). tl:dr basically an ace x y/n centered fic in a water 7-type scenario. IM A VERY ACTIVE MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMER AND I NEED TO BE FED (tysm if u take on this request lmao ik it’s so detailed i hope it’s not too much i’m just itching for more one piece fics and i love ur work) 😭🫶🏼

Embers of Regret

portgas d. ace x reader

a/n: the more detailed a request is, the easier it is to write the fanfic, so don't worry—I actually appreciate it a lot! \^o^/

words count: 4.7k

tags: violence, romance, angst to fluff

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You never think, Ace!”

“And you never let things go!”

The argument has been boiling for days, maybe even weeks, but now it’s all spilling over in the middle of the town square, where the crew is supposed to be stocking up on supplies. The streets are noisy with merchants and villagers, but to you and Ace, it may as well be just the two of you standing here, tearing each other apart.

“You act like nothing matters!” you snap, glaring at him.

Ace crosses his arms, irritation flashing in his dark eyes “And you act like everything does!”

“Because it does!” You throw your hands up “This crew, the people we care about, you—none of it is guaranteed, Ace! But you just charge ahead without thinking, like you’re invincible, like nothing can touch you!”

“I can handle myself” he says, jaw tightening.

You shake your head, frustration clawing at your throat “That’s the problem! You think it’s just about you, but it’s not! We... I care about what happens to you!”

Ace scoffs “Right. Because you love worrying so damn much. Maybe you should focus on your own fights instead of wasting time on mine.”

The words cut deep as your breath catches.

You shake your head, frustration boiling over “You act like nothing can touch you... but newsflash, Ace, you’re not invincible! One day, you’re gonna get yourself killed, and—”

He scoffs, cutting you off “And what? You’ll cry about it?”

You freeze.

The air shifts.

Ace seems to realize what he just said, but his pride keeps him from taking it back. The damage is done.

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to push down the sting “Got it,” you say flatly “You don’t need me watching your back or even care about your damn life. Noted.”

Before he can respond, you turn and walk away.

Ace watches you go, his fists clenched. He should call after you. Should apologize. But he doesn’t.

Then the Marines come fast and hard, hitting the town before anyone even realizes what’s happening.

Civilians scatter as armed soldiers flood the streets, and the Whitebeard Pirates instantly snap into battle mode. Marco takes to the skies, Thatch barks orders, and Ace ignites.

He fights like he always does, fast and reckless, flames cutting through the chaos. But his mind keeps drifting, eyes flicking toward the battlefield, searching for you.

He sees you in the distance, fighting off a wave of Marines. You’re holding your own. Of course you are.

And then someone shouts “Retreat to the ship!”

The command echoes through the town, and the crew begins pulling back toward the harbor. Ace doesn’t see you right away, but he assumes you’re moving with the others. You’re strong. You can handle yourself.

He fights. He runs. He gets to the ship.

And he doesn’t notice. Not yet.

The Moby Dick sails away from the island, the battle fading into the distance. Everyone is breathing hard, wounded but alive. The crew takes a moment to regroup, catching their breath, tending to injuries.

Then Marco speaks.

“Alright,” he says, rolling his shoulders “Let’s do a count.”

Ace leans against the railing, arms crossed. His chest is still tight with lingering anger, but he tells himself he’ll talk to you once you’ve both cooled off.

“One, two, three… is anyone missing?” Marco is counting the division commanders first, then working his way through the rest.

The atmosphere is still tense, but there’s relief too. They made it out. Everyone’s here.

Until Marco stops and looks at Ace with a frown.

Ace barely registers it at first, lost in his own thoughts.

Then Marco lifts his head “Where’s Y/N?”

Silence.

The world seems to stop.

Ace’s heart slams against his ribs. His stomach drops.

“I don't know... We had a fight, she's probably just avoiding me?” he says, too sharply.

Marco scans the deck again, his expression darkening “So... she’s not here.”

Ace laughs shortly, disbelieving “What are you talking about? She was fighting, I saw her—”

“And did you see her get on the ship?” Marco’s voice is serious now.

Ace opens his mouth, then stops.

A cold, terrible realization creeps up his spine.

No.

No, he didn’t see you board.

He assumed. He thought you were strong enough to make it back. That once you were safe on the ship you were just avoiding him. That you needed space.

But now...

His hands start shaking.

“Turn the ship around” Ace demands, voice low, dangerous.

Marco’s expression is grim “Ace...”

“TURN THE SHIP AROUND!”

Flames burst from his body, flickering wildly with his panic, his fury at the Marines, at himself.

He left you behind.

He left you.

And if the Marines wanted you enough to set a trap for the whole crew... Ace’s breath catches. His vision blurs with pure, unfiltered rage.

He doesn’t care if he has to burn the entire damn ocean.

He’s getting you back.

Pain.

That’s the first thing you register when you regain consciousness. A deep, searing pain spreading through your body, sharp and unrelenting.

You try to move, but your wrists are bound, shackled in heavy seastone cuffs that sap your strength. Every inch of you aches, bruises blooming across your skin, blood drying where fists and rifle butts had struck you.

The Marines didn’t go easy on you.

“You’re awake.”

A voice.

You lift your head, forcing your swollen eyes open. A high-ranking Marine stands in front of you, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“You’re quite the prize,” he muses “A rare Devil Fruit ability, strong enough to stand alongside Whitebeard’s division commanders… No wonder they keep you so close.”

You glare, lips cracked, but you manage to spit out, “Go to hell.”

The Marine smirks “I think you misunderstand your situation.” He steps closer, his shadow stretching over you “The World Government has big plans for you, Y/N. You have two choices: cooperate… or break.”

You bare your teeth, eyes burning with defiance “Screw your choices.”

The Marine sighs like he expected that answer. Then his fist collides with your ribs, hard enough to make you choke on the pain.

You don’t scream. You won’t give them the satisfaction. But deep down, there’s a gnawing fear.

Where is Ace?

Does he even know you’re gone?

Or did he leave you behind without a second thought?

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace has never felt this kind of terror before. Not when he faced death, not when he fought impossible odds.

But now that he knows you are out there, captured, hurt, alone… It’s unbearable.

The moment Marco looks everywhere on the ship and then confirms you’re missing, Ace doesn’t hesitate. His flames surge, wild and desperate, as he grips the ship’s railing “We turn back now.”

“Ace!”

“NOW!” His voice cracks, his body trembling.

Marco exhales, sharp and frustrated “You think we don’t want to?! The Marines planned this... if we storm in recklessly, we could lose more than just Y/N.”

Ace knows that. He knows.

But all he can think about is the last thing he said to you. The way your face had twisted in pain before you walked away.

The regret is suffocating.

“Then tell me where they took her,” he growls “I’ll go alone if I have to.”

A heavy pause.

Then a voice cuts through the tension “We’re not leaving her.”

Ace turns. Whitebeard stands at the helm, his expression unreadable “She’s family,” he says simply “And we don’t abandon family.”

Ace’s breath shudders.

They’re going back.

He’s getting you back and nothing in the world will stop him.

Your head throbs. Your body is battered. The seastone cuffs burn against your skin, draining your strength, making every breath feel heavier.

Time is a blur, hours, maybe days, lost between moments of pain and exhaustion. But you refuse to break. Even when they strike you. Even when they try to force your cooperation. Because if there’s one thing they’ll never take from you it’s your will.

Footsteps echo down the corridor. A different Marine this time, younger, hesitant. He kneels in front of you, his voice low “I don’t know if you can still hear me,” he mutters “But Portgas D. Ace?”

Your heart stops.

He leans in, glancing around as if afraid of being overheard “He’s coming for you.”

A weak, broken breath escapes you.

Ace.

The Marine shifts uncomfortably and mutters “Looks like he's ready to burn the world down.”

You close your eyes.

And for the first time since you were captured, hope flickers in your chest.

Ace is coming, and he’s bringing hell with him.

Later on the Marine base is eerily quiet, the dim torchlight casting long shadows against the damp stone walls. Somewhere outside, the sound of crashing waves echoes, but inside your cell, there is only the distant clatter of boots and the dull throbbing of your wounds.

You’re too exhausted to keep your head up, but you force yourself to stay conscious. Every second you stay awake is a second they don’t win.

Then the door creaks open again.

“Still alive?”

You barely react, but the voice isn’t one you recognize.

Another Marine, older this time. Not the usual guards. His uniform is crisp, and his presence carries an air of authority. He steps closer, hands behind his back, looking down at you like you’re some rare specimen.

“You’re lucky, you know,” he says casually “Most pirates we capture don’t get this much attention.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have the strength to waste on his games.

“You’re valuable,” he continues “And I’m not just talking about your affiliation with Whitebeard.” His sharp eyes scan your injuries, as if calculating how much more you can endure “Your Devil Fruit, that’s what the higher-ups are interested in.”

You don’t flinch, but inside, your stomach knots.

Of course. Your ability to manipulate minds with a single command. A fruit so rare, so dangerous, that in the wrong hands, it could change the tides of war. Or worse.

“Imagine what we could do,” the Marine muses “With just one word, you could make entire enemy fleets surrender. You could make criminals confess. You could turn Yonko commanders against their own crews.” He kneels in front of you, voice dropping lower “Or you could make Whitebeard himself bow.”

Your jaw tightens.

They don’t just want to use you.

They want to turn you into a weapon.

For a moment, you don’t say anything. Then, through cracked lips, you force out a bitter laugh.

“You think I’d help you?”

The Marine tilts his head “You will. Eventually.”

Your glare is unwavering “Never.”

“You’ll come around.” he smiles “Or I could just kill you and find the Devil Fruit later on so that I can eat it myself. One way or another. The question is how much pain you’ll endure before you give up or die. Either way we win.”

Then he turns to leave.

“Get some rest,” he says “Tomorrow, we start breaking you properly.”

The door slams shut.

You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the fear creeping in your chest.

They won’t break you. They can’t.

Because Ace is coming, and when he does, this whole damn place is going to burn.

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace is losing his patience.

It’s been a day since they turned the ship around. A day too long.

He paces the deck like a caged animal, flames flickering around his fingers, jaw clenched so tight it hurts. The crew keeps a careful distance, no one is dumb enough to try and calm him down.

No one can.

He keeps replaying it in his head. The argument. The way you walked away. How he let you.

And now you’re gone.

“Oi, Ace.”

Marco’s voice cuts through his storming thoughts.

Ace turns, his glare sharp, but Marco doesn’t flinch.

“We found the base.”

Everything inside Ace goes still.

“Where?”

Marco tosses him a map, already marked “Marine stronghold, isolated island. Not heavily fortified, but enough of a problem if we’re reckless.” He gives Ace a pointed look “We need to be smart about this.”

Ace grips the map so tightly it crumples “They have her.”

“I know,” Marco says evenly “And we will get her back. But you losing your head won’t help.”

Ace’s fists tremble. He knows Marco’s right, but all he can think about is you, locked in some cell, hurt, alone, and how he left you.

“How soon can we be there?” he demands.

“By sunrise,” Marco says “We’ve got a plan. But Ace...”

Ace looks up, and Marco’s expression is grim.

“You better be ready for what we might find.”

Ace doesn’t hesitate “I don’t care if she’s at death’s door. I’ll bring her home.”

His flames surge brighter, hotter.

He will get you back, and if the Marines think they can keep you than they’ve never seen what happens when fire goes unchecked.

The moment the Moby Dick reaches the Marine base, chaos erupts. The crew descends like a storm. Thatch, Marco, and the others carving a path through the soldiers, clearing the way for Ace.

But Ace barely registers any of it. All he knows is that you’re in there, and he needs to find you.

“Ace!” Marco calls, dodging a Marine’s sword “Stick to the plan!”

But Ace is already breaking away.

He storms through the base, his fists burning, taking out anyone who gets in his way. The halls are a maze, twisting corridors that all look the same, and with every empty cell he passes, his panic tightens like a noose.

Where are you?

His breathing is ragged, flames licking at his skin as his frustration builds. She should be here. You should be here.

He shoves a Marine against the wall, his grip searing into the man’s uniform “Where is she?” Ace growls, his voice sharp with fury.

The soldier screams, thrashing “I—I don’t know!”

Ace snarls and knocks him out cold.

Then he runs.

And runs.

And runs.

But every hallway looks the same. Every door leads to nothing. He’s not finding you.

A new kind of fear claws into his chest, but he knows he can’t think like that. He won’t.

“Ace!”

Marco’s voice.

Then hands gripping his shoulder, yanking him back.

Ace whirls around, flames flaring “What?!”

Marco doesn’t let go. His expression is firm, unwavering “You’re wasting time.”

Ace shoves his arm away “I’m finding her!”

“No, you’re panicking!”

Ace’s breath is uneven, his vision blurred with frustration “She’s not here, Marco!” His voice cracks, desperation leaking through “I don’t—I don’t know where she is!”

Marco’s gaze softens just slightly “Then we regroup.”

Ace shakes his head violently “No.” Every second he isn’t moving is a second you’re suffering, a second too long “You don’t get it—”

Marco grips his collar, dragging him close “I do get it” he says, low and fierce “But if you let yourself fall apart now, we lose her for real.”

Ace stops breathing for a second.

Lose you.

The thought is unbearable.

Marco keeps his hold steady “We will find her. But not like this.”

Ace swallows hard. His body is still shaking, fire curling around his fists but he forces himself to listen. To stop running in circles. To think.

He exhales sharply “Then tell me what to do.”

Marco nods “We need intel. And I know where to get it.”

Pain is a familiar companion now.

You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours? Days?

It doesn’t matter. You’re still here. Still breathing.

Your body is too weak to fight. Your mind too drained to resist. But you keep holding on because you know he’s coming.

Even when the Marines laugh about how the Whitebeard Pirates will never breach the base. Even when they say you’ll be locked away forever.

You know better.

Then a distant explosion. Shouting. Gunfire. And fire.

Your heart lurches.

He’s here, but the door doesn’t open, and the sounds of battle grow further away.

Your stomach twists.

Did something happen?

No. No, you won’t think like that.

You force yourself to move, just slightly, leaning against the cold stone wall. You don’t have much left in you. But if there’s even a small chance, you have to believe Ace will find you. He has to. Because you don’t know how much longer you can last.

“Alright, talk.”

Ace slams the Marine officer against the table, his fire dangerously close to igniting the man’s uniform. Marco stands behind him, arms crossed, while the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates keep the room secure.

The officer trembles, sweat dripping down his forehead “I—I don’t—”

Ace tightens his grip “Wrong answer.”

The flames grow hotter. The Marine yelps, eyes wide with terror “Okay! Okay!”

“Where is she?” Marco demands.

The officer swallows hard “She—she’s in the lower dungeons. Isolated. Special containment.”

Ace’s flames flare. Of course... Seastone.

That’s why he couldn’t find you. Why his Haki wasn’t sensing you.

Ace lets go, and the officer slumps against the chair, gasping for breath.

Then Ace turns and runs.

Your vision is swimming now.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on.

Then an explosion. Not distant, but actually really close.

And then your cell door is ripped open.

A burst of fire floods the room, bright and blinding. And through the smoke you finally see Ace.

You think you might be dreaming.

Because his face, his expression... he looks destroyed. Like something in him has been broken ever since you disappeared.

Then he’s kneeling in front of you, hands hovering over your battered body like he doesn’t know where to start.

“Y/N.” His voice is raw, barely more than a whisper.

You try to smile “Took you long enough.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, a laugh, but not really. More like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“Shut up,” he mutters “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

But he doesn’t sound convinced.

His fingers tremble as he undoes the seastone cuffs, his flames immediately warming your ice-cold skin. His touch is so careful, so gentle, like he’s afraid you’ll break apart in his hands.

You lean into him, too weak to do anything else.

His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you close.

You feel him shaking.

“I thought I lost you” he chokes out.

You close your eyes.

“I knew you’d come.”

Ace swallows hard, burying his face in your hair.

Then, quietly “I’m so sorry.”

But there’s no time to say more, because the base is still burning and the fight isn’t over yet.

Ace holds you tighter, his fingers pressing against your bruised skin like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his grasp again. But you barely register it.

The exhaustion, the pain, the relief, it’s all too much.

The world tilts and then everything goes dark.

When you wake, everything seems slow and heavy, like surfacing from the depths of the ocean, your body weighed down by the bruises, the fatigue, the lingering ache of the seastone cuffs.

You shift slightly, wincing at the pain, and that’s when you realize there’s warmth. Ace.

He’s slumped over at your bedside, arms folded against the mattress, his head resting there like he’d been watching you and passed out. His face is hidden by his wild mess of black hair, but his breathing is deep and steady.

He looks exhausted.

You blink slowly, taking in the dim light of the infirmary, the distant sound of the waves outside. It’s quiet. Safe.

You made it back, and Ace never left your side.

You manage to lift a hand, your fingers brushing against his hair.

He tenses as his eyes snap open, unfocused for a second before locking onto you.

“Y/N.”

Your throat is dry, your voice barely a whisper “Hey.”

For a second, he just stares, like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

Then his jaw clenches, and he sits up, running a hand down his face. “Shit.” His voice is raw, hoarse, like he hasn’t spoken in hours “You—you scared the hell out of me.”

You offer a weak smile “Pretty sure you did more damage than I did.”

Ace exhales sharply, his fingers twitching against the sheets “Don’t joke about that.”

His voice is too tight. Too strained.

And when you really look at him he looks like hell.

There are dark circles under his eyes, his skin paler than usual. His hair is messier than normal, his hat discarded on the floor. His usual reckless energy is gone, replaced by something quieter.

Something heavy.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?” you murmur.

Ace scoffs, but it’s humorless “How was I supposed to sleep?” His hands curl into fists “They had you. They hurt you. And I…”

He cuts himself off, looking away, jaw clenched so tight it might shatter.

Guilt.

That’s what it is.

The weight of everything he said before. The things he didn’t say.

You swallow, shifting slightly, ignoring the way your ribs protest “Ace.”

He doesn’t look at you.

You push yourself up on weak arms, reaching for him “Ace.”

His gaze flickers to you.

“I should’ve been there.” His voice cracks “I should’ve gone after you the second you walked away. I should’ve—” He shakes his head violently “I let you go. And because of that, they took you.”

You take a slow breath “Ace...”

“You could’ve died, Y/N” His hands tremble where they grip the sheets “Because of me.”

You watch him carefully.

This isn’t just guilt.

It’s fear.

You reach for him again, your fingers curling around his wrist “But I didn’t.”

His eyes snap to yours.

“And you found me.”

Ace swallows hard “Barely.”

“But you did.” You squeeze his wrist, grounding him “Ace, I knew you’d come for me. No matter what.”

His breath is uneven, his entire body tense “What if I had been too late?”

“You weren’t.”

He shakes his head, but this time, his shoulders tremble “I can’t—” His voice lowers, raw and broken “I can’t lose you.”

Suddenly, all the anger, all the bitterness from your fight before, it feels so small. Because none of that matters now. Not when you almost lost each other.

You tug gently at his wrist, and after a second, he moves. Slowly, hesitantly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

His skin is warm. His breathing is shaky.

But he’s here and so are you.

Your fingers lift, brushing against his cheek “You won’t lose me.”

Ace lets out a shuddering breath, his hand coming up to cover yours, pressing your palm against his face like he never wants to let go.

You stay like that for a long moment, the storm inside him settling just slightly.

Then he whispers “I’m sorry... For everything.”

You smile softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone “I know.”

He exhales, pressing his face further into your touch “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart clenches.

Because despite everything, despite the pain, the fear, the regret, you never once doubted that.

You smile, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I love you too, hothead.”

Ace lets out a breathless laugh, wet and shaky, but real.

And when he finally kisses you it tastes like fire, and ash, and home.

He holds onto you like you’ll disappear if he lets go. His forehead is still pressed against yours, his breath uneven. You can feel the heat of his skin, the way his fingers tremble slightly against yours.

Everything feels so fragile. Like the moment could slip away if either of you move too fast. But you don’t want to move. Not yet.

Not when you can feel the way his heartbeat stutters under your touch.

Not when he’s finally here, safe, with you.

And then, quietly “You really scared me, y’know.”

You let out a breath “You scared me,” you murmur “Burning down a whole Marine base like a lunatic.”

Ace scoffs, but his grip on you tightens “Would’ve burned the whole damn world if I had to.”

You believe him. You always believed in him. Even when you were angry. Even when you walked away.

That fight. The reason you stormed off in the first place. It feels so distant now. But still, it lingers.

You take a slow breath “Ace…”

He pulls back slightly, eyes searching yours “Yeah?”

You hesitate “Before all this… before we landed on that island…”

Ace tenses. He knows what you’re talking about.

Your fight.

The argument that hadn’t been resolved before everything spiraled into chaos.

Ace shifts, running a hand through his messy hair “You were mad at me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Oh, you think?”

Ace sighs “I know.”

You look away, your fingers gripping the blanket draped over you. The memory of the fight comes rushing back. You had been reckless during a raid. You thought you had it handled. But Ace had jumped in, flames blazing, telling you to stop being so damn stubborn and let someone help you for once.

And you had snapped because it wasn’t just about the raid. It was about everything.

The way Ace always threw himself in danger, like he had to do it alone. The way he always acted like his life didn’t matter as much as everyone else’s.

And when you told him that, when you yelled at him for it, he threw it back in your face.

And now, after almost dying, after being taken, after him almost losing you, the weight of it crashes down on both of you.

Ace lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Guess I really was an idiot, huh?”

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow “Oh? Now you realize?”

Ace groans, dragging his hand down his face “You’re really gonna rub it in while you’re still half-dead?”

You smirk “Absolutely.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but then his expression softens. His golden eyes flicker with something raw, something real.

“You were right” he says quietly.

That makes you pause.

Ace doesn’t say things like that often.

“You were right,” he repeats, voice hoarse “I do act like that sometimes. Like it doesn’t matter what happens to me. Like…” He swallows hard, gaze dropping “Like I don’t deserve to be saved.”

Your chest tightens.

“But then you got taken,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper “And I—” He clenches his fists “I would’ve burned the whole world down to get you back. No hesitation. No second thoughts.”

He looks up at you then, something pleading in his expression.

“And that’s how you felt, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer right away, because you don’t need to. Ace already knows.

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows “You do deserve to be saved, Ace.”

Ace exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah, well. Guess I finally get it now.”

You shake your head with a small smile “Took you long enough, hothead.”

He lets out a weak laugh, then leans forward again, pressing his forehead against yours.

It’s warm. Comforting. Safe.

You close your eyes, exhaling softly “Next time we fight, can we just skip to this part?”

Ace huffs out a laugh “What, the part where I almost lose my mind looking for you?”

You nudge him weakly “No. The part where you admit I was right.”

Ace groans dramatically “Ugh, never mind. You’re insufferable.”

You smile, your fingers brushing against his. But then you feel something wet against your skin.

You pull back slightly, confused “Ace…”

He blinks, startled “What?”

You reach up, brushing a thumb under his eye.

“You’re crying.”

Ace freezes. For a second, he looks caught off guard, like he hadn’t even noticed.

Then, before you can say anything else, he lets out a choked laugh, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

He sniffles slightly, then smirks at you through his tears.

“Look who’s the one crying at the end.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh with him. A real, genuine laugh.

Ace grins, his hand finding yours again, fingers lacing together. His grip is warm, steady, alive.

And when he squeezes your hand gently, you know neither of you will ever walk away again.

[gguk-n]

Heart On The Grid (Min Yoongi x Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter!Reader)

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Y/N was Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter. It came with a lot of benefits; like she practically grew up in racing. She was karting by the time she was 3 and winning races by the time she was 5. She wanted to be like Beb, she could't pronounce his name properly yet but Sebastian was and is her biggest inspirations. That's how she ended up on the paddock. All the drivers would fret and coo over her. She had the entire grid wrapped around her finger. The drivers would be at her beck and call; if Y/N was hot and uncomfortable they had ice and cold juices and ice-cream ready for her, if Y/N was cold, they would either remove their own sweaters or have an extra pair for her ready. She wasn't only her dad's princess but the entire Formula One's driver line ups.

She would interrupt most drivers during their media interviews who would just smile at her, lift her up and continue on with their interview as if it was the most natural thing. You would find a lot of old interviews of drivers with baby Y/N in their arms but as soon as she would spot her Beb, she would scream for him to come over and take her. Most drivers didn't let her off with a bit of a fight with Sebastian since they wanted to hold her. She was smart, she would talk to them like her parents talked to her; "Nando, I'm going with Beb now. I'll be okay. You do questions and then we can tuddle" she would explain slowly climbing into Sebastian arms who would be smirking at Fernando who was glaring at him.

Whenever she would be gone for school or her karting races, the paddock felt empty. There weren't random stickers stuck to their cars or extra ice-creams lying around. Even the interviewers would miss her since she would give an interview with Sebastian during media day. But most of all, Sebastian would miss his tiny shadow.

Sebastian would try to be there for her karting races as much as he could and she would always talk about Sebastian when she would be interviewed on who was her favourite driver. "So, Y/N, can you tell us who your favourite driver is?" the child interviewer asked. "It's Mark Webber, don't tell Sebastian though" she would tease while looking at him. Sebastian never took it too seriously, what pained him was she was growing up and had out grown her Beb. She wouldn't be as overtly affectionate as she was.

As she grew older, her visits to the paddock decreased with school and her interest shifting from racing to academics and then she started university. It was in University when she was pursuing her masters when she met Yoongi on her exchange programme in Seoul, South Korea. She had gone there to earn a new experience and returned with the sweetest boyfriend. Back then BTS had just started finding their footing in the industry and breaking out even in the west. With all the dating issue in K-Pop and with both their busy schedules, they kept their relationship on the down low. Sebastian was just happy his god-daughter hadn't bought some random man home.

Until one fateful day, Y/N had invited everyone to her house. Her reasoning; she wanted them to meet someone special. Both her father and Sebastian were dreading the day. Y/N cheerfully greeted her parents and Sebastian and his wife, Hannah. Her mother and Hannah were thrilled to hear that she was dating someone; and said someone was currently in the kitchen preparing the dinner. "He cooks?" her mother whispered looking at the man in the kitchen's back. "yes" she smiled looking at Yoongi lovingly. "You guys should sit down" she commented pointing at the sofa. Yoongi came out of the kitchen and greeted everyone. Sebastian and her dad were eyeing the poor boy like he had committed arson. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you" he greeted her father. "I'm a huge fan, nice to meet you sir" Yoongi said shaking Sebastian's hand who had a vice grip on his but Yoongi just smiled and stood there.

The dinner began with out a hitch until they started interrogating Yoongi and the moment he said he lived in Seoul, you could hear the wheels in their head rotating; "Our Y/N isn't moving to Seoul. It's too far away. You can't have her, sorry, but she's ours." the two men screamed. "I'm no ones" Y/N said exasperated. "She's an adult darling, she knows what she's doing" her mother interjected. "But...but" her father tried to reason while Sebastian was shut up by his wife with a glare from across the table.

They finished the dinner without anymore interruptions. "Sir" Yoongi began looking at her father, Y/N was busy catching up with Hannah to notice, "I promise to take good care of her. She is the most important thing to me in my life. I promise to always make her happy and never let her cry. I really love your daughter. Will you let me marry her?" he asked. Both of the men sighed, they looked at each other before her father started speaking; "We can't tell her what to do, but if you really mean everything you said, then we will support her. But if you do anything to hurt her" "I will run you over with my car" Sebastian cut him off. Yoongi smiled, "Never, wouldn't even dream of it" he said.

Once everyone had filed out, at the door her father hugged her and whispered in her ear, "He's okay I guess." he lamented. "I wished you dated someone I knew so I could keep an eye on him but he's okay too I guess" Sebastian said begrudgingly as he hugged her good-bye.

Y/N had gone to South Korea to see Yoongi off for his military enlistment. It was the night before he was supposed to start and the pair were laying in each others embrace as Y/N peppered kissed once in a while across his face. "I love you" she stated. "I love you too" he replied suddenly sitting up. "Y/N, you make me the happiest I've ever been. I didn't think someone else could make me feel this way other than music. Will you do me the honour and marry me?" he asked now on his knee. She was in tears and could only nod. Yoongi slipped the beautiful ring on her finger and pecked her lips. "I love you. Can't wait to spend forever with you" he stated in her embrace. "me neither" she hummed as they stayed like that for a little longer since when the sun rose Yoongi would be gone, fulfilling his duty.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

• • • • •

Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

• • • •

The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

• • • •

"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

• • • •

Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

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8 Tips for Redeeming Your Villain (Without Pissing Off Your Readers)

I won't lie, I love a good redemption arc for a villain. I love watching a formerly deplorable character atone for their sins and come to terms with the fact that they were wrong, and I especially love it when it doesn't come easy (as it shouldn't!). But I also know some writers might struggle with this, or worry about doing so in a way that won't aggravate readers or come out of left field. So, if you're struggling with this, here are some tips to help!

1.) Hint at redeemable traits early: All villains should be nuanced, in my opinion, but if you're going for a redemption arc, you should really dedicate some time to really showing those softer, redeemable sides of your villain from the beginning. It can be hesitation over their big evil schemes, or moments of really profound kindness in the midst of their cruelty. A villain that is too cruel from the get-go being redeemed will feel forced and likely uncalled for, so make sure you're going out of your way to show that the concept of "I can fix them" is actually possible.

2.) A strong motivation to change is a must: Nobody really makes an effort to change their ways unless they have a drive to do so, and the same should go for your villain. Don't make their mission to become "good" just a fleeting phase they happen to be going through (it's not like being emo, guys). Something needs to happen to them to drive them toward that switch. Maybe they realize the consequences of their actions and hate what they've done. Maybe the one person they want to save can only be saved if they change their ways. Maybe their beloved cat almost gets hurt during a scheme and they make the choice to change for their precious furry friend. You can really go nuts here!

3.) Remember "atonement, not apologies": Sometimes, "Sorry" isn't enough. In the case of a villain who might have done some pretty terrible shit in the past, I would wager it's most definitely not enough. While being remorseful is apart of atoning, it's not enough for them to just say "I'm sorry for trying to launch you into the sun" or "I'm sorry for committing arson on your base." Their actions also need to follow their apologies. They need to actually show that they're sorry, and are taking actions to fix the damage they've done. More than ever, their actions will speak louder than their dialogue.

4.) Remember that some actions are unforgiveable: There might come a moment in your villain's evildoings where they pass a point of no return. Some acts of villainy are just too far gone for chances of redemption. This doesn't mean that they can't have some version of redemption, but this just might come in the form of them accepting what they've done and making peace with it rather than being accepted and forgiven by those around them.

5.) Consequences don't just go away because they're nice now: No matter how kind your villain is choosing to be now, and how far they're willing to go to show that they've changed, they can't erase the past (of course, unless there is time travel at play, in which case...we'll talk). The consequences of their actions should still come back to bite them in some way, shape, or form, and they should still figure out how to work through them. Perhaps the villagers are still terrified of them, and likely will be for years to come. Perhaps the death of a loved one was indirectly caused by their wrongdoings, and they have to live with that.

6.) ...and neither does their core personality: At the end of the day, even though your villain is going through their redemption, they're still the same person they were as a villain. They still need to be the same ruthless or calculating or charismatic or dry or whatever kind of person they were to start. They just have less evil goals now. Write accordingly!

7.) The redemption needs to be EARNED: Redemption isn't something that just happens overnight. It needs to be treated like a practiced discipline. Your villain needs to try, fail, get up and try again, fail again, and keep trying. Maybe they almost give up at some point and try to relapse into evildoings. There needs to be a struggle as they come to terms with their actions, learn the correct way to atone, and find ways to make up for their terrible deeds. That way, when they've finally reached their peak of "good," it feels like it was deserved.

8.) Death does not always equal redemption: From years of reading, I've noticed that a common way to redeem a villain is just...killing them in an act of sacrifice. I feel like this only works if there's been a buildup to it. They can't just go out in a blaze of sacrificial glory and expect to be recounted as a hero when they were forcibly lobotomizing innocent children the day before. If your villains redemption arc does end in their death, the other tips still matter--there needs to be a buildup to it.

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The Watchers court p2

BigB: Defendant, who will be your defence?

Punz: I will.

Grian: Defendant, do you accept...

Punz: Punz.

Grian: Punz as your defence.

Dream: I do.

Pearl: Then so it will be, defence do you have an opening statement?

Punz: I do. May I?

BigB: Go ahead.

Punz: Thank you. I'm going to be quick, this court is all a sham based on the whining of a delinquent desperate for attention.

Tommy: Oh I'll show you delinquent you bitch! Come here you-

Grian: Order! Order in the court!

Tommy: But-

Grian: 👁️👁️👁️ORDER👁️👁️👁️

Tommy: ...

Punz: ...

Grian: My apologies, go on.

Punz: Y-yes, the defendant just did his job as an admin and the prosecution was just punished for breaking the server rules.

Pearl: ... Is that all?

Punz: ... Yes?

BigB: Ok then, It's time to bring the first witness to the stand.

*in the jury*

E1!Jimmy: Oh wow, you look so cool!

Kristin: Why, thank you dear.

Knight!Grian: Pay attention people. This is important.

Martyn: Bring the first witness.

Tommy: Wait...

Ranboo: U-uh... hi?

Tommy: Boob boy!?

Ranboo: Hi Tommy!

Tubbo: You're alive?

Tommy: How is he alive?

Pearl: Magic.

Grian: We needed him for the court so we took him.

Tommy: You can do that!?!?

BigB: Ehm ...can we go on?

Pearl: Right. Can you state your name, pronoums and occupation for the court mate.

Ranboo: Right! U-uh... Ranboo and uh... what are pronoums.

Pearl: How should we refer to you?

Ranboo: ... Ranboo?

Tubbo: Psttt, they mean if you use he/she/they or something else.

Ranboo: Oooh! Phil was trying to teach it to me! Uh, He/They ... I think?

Jimmy: Writing that down!

Grian: And occupation?

Ranboo: I don't really- uh... I worked at the burger stand for a while? I guess?

Grian: That works. Now you can begin with the examination.

Punz: Objection your honors, this isn't a valid witness.

BigB: Why?

Punz: Ranboo here is famously known to have a terrible memory.

Pearl: Is this true?

Ranboo: Y-yes m'am... but I... I have my memory book with me!

*He holds up a leather book*

Grian: I think it might still be helpful to hear from this witness, objection denied.

Tommy: Hello boob boy.

Ranboo: It's not... *sigh* nevermind.

Tubbo: Sooo... What can you tell the court about Dream?

Ranboo: He's evil! H-he destroyed the community house and put Tommy in exile.

Tommy: Damn right he is!

Ranboo: And he stole the disks right? I don't really remember why they are important but I know they are!

Grian: Anything else.

Ranboo: He ... Killed Tommy, I think I remember it! In prison!

Tubbo: And the book, you haven't made additions to it recently have you?

Ranboo: No! I... I didn't really use it after I died.

Grian: Can we take a look at this book of yours?

Ranboo: O-oh sure!

Pearl: Well... this is actually pretty small. How do you keep all your menories here?

Ranboo: I don't, I had another book before this but it got lost.

Pearl: Oh, that sucks... we'll copy it and put it in the evidence if you consent.

Ranboo: I ...sure?

BigB: Taurtis? Could you bring the book to be copied?

Taurtis: On it!

Grian: Now, is that all you have to say about Dream?

Ranboo: Y-yeah.

Grian: Defence, you can begin your cross examination now.

*in the jury*

Knight!Grian: Not exactly a strong start for the prosecution, all of these acts are hardly illegal.

Voice of The Star: Maybe so, but based on the testimony we may still look at a case of abuse of admin powers.

Kristin: Indeed, and we still have more witnesses after this one.

Punz: Ranboo, you have stated that Dream is evil, why?

Ranboo: What? I-I just said he destroyed the community house... And exiled Tommy.

Punz: Well that's untrue.

Ranboo: Uh?

Punz: Dream did not exile Tommy, that was Tubbo.

Ranboo: W-well, yeah... but Dream was behind it!

Punz: As the one who caught Tommy committing arson and the one who put him on trial, yes. Are either of these crimes, your honurs?

Pearl: ...no?

Punz: Exactly. As for the community house, there is no proof he was the culprit.

Tommy: Bullshit! He admitted it!

Grian: Order! ... Punz, is this true? Did ge admit it?

Punz: ...

Grian: Well?

Punz: He did. However, it was at axe point under threat of violence, his confession is therefore invalid as it was coerced out of him.

Ranboo: W-what about the disks?

Punz: Ah yes, did you forget that Tommy gave those disks over willingly as part of a trade?

Ranboo: I-

Punz: Cleary the witness doesn't know what he's talking about-

Tubbo: Objection!

Grian: ... To what?

Tubbo: All of it!

Jimmy: ...pstt...Can he do that?

Pearl: I don't know, but it sounds interesting.

BigB: Uh...go ahead.

Tubbo: Thank you bossman! First of all, Dream threatened L'Manberg and me into exiling Tommy. He promised the death of every citizien should we not exile Tommy, if his admission is invalid then so was the exile which he should have known as an admin!

Grian: It's true, when I was admin of Evo I had to learn a lot of laws so yes, he should have known.

Tubbo: More then that, he personally curated Tommy's exile! Nowhere in my decision did I ever say that Dream should have done anything more then bringing Tommy outside the country which means all actions Dream took during exile were done illegally!

Ranboo: wow...

Tommy: ... Holy shit.

Tubbo: Second of all, the disks were first stolen by Dream as punishment for Tommy not listening to Dream, what do the admin laws say about stealing players valuable as punishment?

Grian: ... Taurtis, please bring a copy of the admin codex?

Taurtis: Here you go G!

*Grian reads a bit*

Grian: It seems that you shouldn't have had the authority to do so ... however this is a minor offence...

Punz: Ah!

Grian: However you have hidden a lot of information, I suggest you do not do so again.

Pearl: You cunt.

*a lady in the back shouts*

Ianite: That's my son! Wooo!

Tubbo: Mom? Why are you here???

Ianite: To cheer you on! You're doing so good!

Tubbo: Mom...

Pearl: Lady Ianite???

Ianite: Oh greetings saintess.

Grian: Right, Ranboo you may leave the stand.

Ranboo: Y-yes sir!

Martyn: Alright, now there is going to be a 20 minute break before we go to the next witnesses.

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Grougal: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! Qilby: But I'm a vegan. Grougal: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

Qilby: You’re overthinking this. Yugo: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Qilby. What if I’m underthinking?

Qilby: Let’s write Efrim a friendly note, shall we? Dear… Incompetent… Dumbass…

Yugo: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Grougal: The cow?? Chibi: What? Adamai: Grougal, W H Y?

Qilby: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Mina >:O language Yugo: Yeah watch your fucking language Chibi: Okay, who taught Yugo the fuck word?! Adamai: 'The fuck word'. Mina: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Glip: Oh my god they censored it Qilby: Say fuck, Mina. Efrim: Do it, Mina. Say fuck.

Efrim: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Yugo.

Adamai: We should normalize not loving family members. Yugo: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck brother, Qilby” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

Chibi: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. Mina: Well, that was entirely predictable. Chibi: One of them punched a gang member. Mina: Qilby? Chibi: Yugo, actually. Mina: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

Baby Grougal after being born: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Yugo: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Grougal: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Adamai, recording: This is so cute.

Qilby: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Glip: … Qilby: Oh, right. The lying.

Balthazar: I hate you sometimes. Qilby: Well according to this picture Mina drew of us holding hands that's not true. Balthazar: Qilby, you drew that. Qilby: It doesn't matter.

Grougal: This should be illegal! Chibi: It is.

Phaeris is casually searching around the room Adamai: Hey Phaeris, what’re you looking for? Phaeris: My will to live. Mina walks into the room Phaeris: Oh, there it is.

Nora: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Yugo, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

Nora: Made you all playlists! Nora: Efrim, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Nora: Chibi, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Nora: And Shinonome has the ABBA Gold album.

Nora: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT. Yugo: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes.

Kidnapper: I have your father. Yugo: What? I don't have a father… Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Yugo: Oh my god, you have my brother Qilby.

Shinonome: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Balthazar: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Chibi: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Balthazar: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Adamai: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Balthazar: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Yugo: You don't think I can fight because of my height! Chibi: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Qilby can fight in that dress either. Qilby: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

Chibi: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Yugo, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

Efrim: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Grougal: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Efrim: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Qilby: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

[a-very-tired-jew]

They let X happen, why are they doing Y?!

So this is an argument I see in some form in Leftist spaces regarding the response of college campuses to protestors in recent days. Often it's used as "Sure, they'll let neo-Nazis on campus with no problem, but the moment we have a peaceful protest they call the cops." Except here's the problem. It's not a peaceful protest. It's also not a one time thing like the neo-Nazis. Every campus I have ever worked at or attended has had neo-Nazis show up and march around. They were booed and counter-protested. They stood there grinning with their slogans, took their pictures, and then went on their way to post on the internet about how they "owned the libs". Neo-Nazis do not have a prolonged presence on campus and they do not protest weekly for 6 months straight at campuses across the country. Sometimes there's altercations and violence, and sometimes there's not. Usually it makes the news in some capacity and that's it. Compare this to the Western Activists who have been protesting since October. Many campuses have seen weekly, if not daily, protests where protestors have held signs supporting terrorist groups, justified the actions of 10/7, chanted antisemitic rhetoric, and engaged in a whole host of concerning activities that have continued to escalate in some way. This escalation has culminated in different ways across these campuses but has resulted in Jewish students being attacked, Jewish dorms and student centers being defaced, bomb threats, attempted arson, stabbings, and so on... All of which has now led to these same groups, whose members have committed the aforementioned actions in some capacity, to established encampments on their college campuses. Think about that. Your peaceful protests are more violent that neo-Nazis showing up to college campuses. That's why the police have been deployed. You can delude yourselves all you want, but there are clear incidents over the course of these 6 months that show why this is happening, and you have no one to blame but yourselves. We have told you since the beginning that you need to address the antisemitism and radicalization present in your movement, but instead you ignored Jews and claimed Zionists were using claims of antisemitism as a "weapon to silence criticism of Israel". Well, it turns out we were right and your movement is now regarded as a violently antisemitic one by the authorities. Instead of accepting this and correcting it, you have continued to blame Jews Zionists. I would not be surprised if we see this escalate further into violent protests with things like cocktails being thrown, and even then I know you will blame the Jews Zionists for your own actions. Take a step back, breath, and think. Your peaceful protests are more violent than neo-Nazi protests. A Jew should not be saying this. A Jew should not be going "hey, those neo-Nazis? Actually less violent than what's going on right now." It should not take a Jew to point out the sheer ridiculousness of this entire situation. That should be a red flag that something is very, very wrong.

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Guilty Gear request: How about Dizzy with an M!S/O who admits she makes up 65% of his impulse control?

This one is fun. I need someone to hold my impulses back.

-Dizzy holding you back ranged from various things. "Y/N, don't buy that figurine." "Don't bring in the cat." "Don't commit arson." She was doing her best to keep your impulses down. She did manage most of the time, but when she wasn't around... She wasn't sure whether she should expect a new cat or an officer with you. It was always a 50/50 chance.

-At times, she had to physically hold you down from doing something, which was easy with her superhuman strength. Even if you tried to fight back, she lifted you by your neck. As if you were a kitten that had disobeyed.

"Can you let me go?" You pout, as she holds you up. She tilted her head in thought.

"Do you promise not to do anything impulsive?"

".....Yes?"

"Not good enough. You're going to stay there." She easily held you up, with a smile as you huffed as she was able to easily hold you back. When she got tired of holding you up, Undine and Necro started to take turns to hold you back. She found it adorable, how you acted like a cat that had been denied its treat.

-Sometimes, your impulsive thoughts were just cute. Getting her flowers, taking her out for dinner on a whim. In those times, she was more than happy to let you indulge in your impulses. But, this meant she was never quite prepared for your impulses. They could either be the most adorable and cutest on the planet. Or, arson. She was mentally prepared for both.

[cultofdixon]

Chaos in Threes

Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Carol Peletier [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • You three have always been inseparable since you’ve proven to the world you work better together. You, Daryl, and Carol. But there are always those chaotic moments and hidden matchmaking • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Anxiety / PTSD / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

Chaos kind of follows these three…let’s just say. You fuck with one of them? The other two are hunting your ass down.

For example.

“Well well well…coming for your mans?” Negan smirks when he spotted Y/N trying to sneak into the Sanctuary. Or more so his saviors caught them.

“Nah. I’m actually here for a bite”

“A bite?” Negan looks at them confused before watching Y/N full on bite down on Simon’s hand, hard enough to draw blood. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT”

“YOU SON OF A—-“ Simon tried to pull them off but they weren’t budging and it took the other one knocking them out in order for them to release. “SINCE WHEN IS IT OKAY TO FUCKING BITE PEOPLE?!”

Another example

Noah had cornered Y/N aiming his gun at their head to get them to fall to their knees and surrender. He was just a kid he wasn’t going to do anything. He wanted to save his friend from the hell hospital and needed their weapon. Clearly he didn’t communicate that.

Or the crossbow aimed at the back of his head and pistol pressed into his back wouldn’t be currently happening.

“Wanna see what happens when you take them out?” Carol whispers to Noah as he instantly lowers his gun raising his hands.

“That’s what I thought” Daryl scoffs pushing past the two to help Y/N to their feet as they immediately went back down when they spotted a pack of cigarettes in a dead person’s grasp. “Score”

“Son of a bitch won’t be using ‘em.” Y/N laughs taking out a cig for them. “‘Sides. After that moment, I could use one”

We’ve got more examples

Y/N currently had the Kingdom solider in a headlock as their angry grumbling sounded like an angry raccoon trying to get out of a trash can. He tried to tap out but given Daryl’s slightly amused look when he knelt besides the two. He wasn’t going to tell them to stop until the son of a bitch learns his lesson after threatening to give Carol up.

“You look like yer about to pass out Y/N”

“He’s elbowing my lungs.”

“Then let go”

“Fine. But if he tries to hurt our girl, can I set him on fire?”

“You can’t just commit arson like that” Daryl laughs watching them release the guy as he moves away enough for space and to fall into a coughing fit.

“But come on! It’s the goddamn end of the world. Since when do the laws apply?” Y/N states watching Daryl’s face turn into one like he was about to protest but then it lead to confusion. He had to really think about it.

They would do anything for the other in their trio. Even if things changed and life is different.

~

Y/N sat on the steps of the Grimes residence waiting for Daryl to finish checking the oil to their truck so that they can pick up Carol at the Kingdom and go on a run just the three of them.

“Yknow. We can leave their place, take up one of the townhouse apartments” Daryl brought up the option randomly as both he and Y/N were still holding up in Rick and Michonne’s place ever since they first arrived at Alexandria.

“Askin’ for me to move in with yeah?” Y/N smiles feeling a bit of warmth in their chest liking the idea as the tips of Daryl’s ears turned a bright red that they couldn’t tell with his hair in the way.

“Why not” He closes the hood turning toward Y/N while he wiped the grime off his hands.

“Hey I’m not objecting. I should just say a straight yes next time” Y/N smiles rising to their feet picking up their bag along the way.

Daryl took their bag tossing it into the back when he noticed the mattress in the bed of the truck. “You sleep in your truck?”

“If I doze off” Y/N looked into the bed putting their bow in the trunk looking at Daryl being met with a confused look. “I got tired of laying on metal to stargaze at night so I asked Rick if I can take one of the mattresses in the unoccupied houses and he said sure”

“Until we recruit more people”

“Hey don’t rain on my parade or I ain’t movin’ in with yea” Y/N jokes even if Daryl’s mind ran for miles when they said such.

The first few miles was a breeze and Daryl found himself going through Y/N’s cassette collection that they’ve started at the prison. It was one of the few things of theirs that survived.

“Are you actually going to pick one or complain about the one I pick?” Y/N laughs slightly hearing Daryl grumble a bit in response before taking out a mixtape out of the mix and putting it in.

“Carol is better at picking this shit”

“Cuz she has taste” They state turning on the stereo for them to listen to what Daryl picked and it sounded like they were in a biker bar. “That’s uncanny.”

“I think this was the song playing when Merle beat up the bartender” Daryl says out of the blue as Y/N really wanted to question why ‘Bat Out of Hell’ by a band called Meat Loaf would be the right song for Merle violence. But the two were listening to the song that reminded him of his brother. Neither of them said anything.

Until Daryl ejected the cassette.

“I’d rather listen to the musical shit than this”

“I mean you want—-“

“Fuck no”

Y/N snickered to themselves before stopping at the stop sign and going into the metal box to get their go to driving cassette.

“Since when do yea obey the traffic laws?”

“…since always?”

“There ain’t no cops around”

“Ricks a cop”

“I-…Yeah”

“‘Sides. When a deer tried to outrun me, I blew through a few stop signs and ran over a raccoon” Y/N randomly states catching a confused look from Daryl. “What? I got the deer”

“Did yea even notice it was a raccoon you ran over?”

“Why?”

“Could’ve been a person”

“A person doesn’t explode like that” Y/N scoffs turning their music down a bit once they got closer to the Kingdom. “Get her attention”

Daryl took his radio out of his pack and went to chime in for Carol, but next thing to happen was Y/N pressing hard on the horn. Killing walkers drawn by it won’t be difficult. Apologizing to the gate guards, maybe.

“Jesus fucking Christ I’m coming!” Carol yells over the hand radio as Y/N takes it from Daryl.

“Would you rather have me stand on top of the truck with the music blasting and have you pretend it’s a boombox above my head?”

Silence was met. Until a buzz.

“Always”

Y/N turned the music up on their truck before putting the emergency break on and getting out. Next they climbed to the top of their truck which was easy with their window open. As the car shook, so did Daryl’s anxiety.

“If they fall off I’m punching you Carol”

“They actually fucking did it?!”

Her response was right as she stepped outside the gates to find one of her two best friends on top of their truck with their arms up.

“You pretending to hold a boombox?”

“Yeah but I’m also getting tired” Y/N swung their arms down a bit quick as they stepped back and immediately fell into the bed of their truck.

Carol quickly ran over while Daryl in a panic had gotten out the second the truck shifted with the thud and checked with her.

“You’re a fucking idiot”

“You alright?”

Two different sides. Y/N thought followed by a painful laugh. “Least I didn’t land on my bow…or my bag”

“What you’ve got bricks in there?!”

“Nah, just a scotch bottle I’m saving for a special occasion”

“Is a special occasion you almost dying in your own truck? Cuz I sure as hell could use a drink already” Carol scoffs setting her bag and own bow in the trunk before taking the drivers seat hoping speeding through a few streets would distract her. Besides putting one of her go-to cassettes in.

The three usually drive for hours, scavenging a few familiar places and siphoning gas from a few cars. One incident of Y/N beating a tipped over vending machine with a rock until it cracked open. Carol documenting the scene with the Polaroid camera and Daryl trying not to laugh at their struggle.

Once they found a small area to make camp, Carol and Daryl hung out by the fire while Y/N organized their findings so far in their truck. He fiddles with the fork in between his fingers staring down at the can of beans they found while watching Y/N’s every move. How careful they are…how gentle their hands were with the more delicate items…his mind was lost in their every move. He didn’t even notice Carol leaning into his personal space to state the obvious—

“If you love them why haven’t you said anything?” She said at a normal level which triggered Daryl to cover her mouth causing her to smack him to stop. “What? they are just as clueless as you!”

“Don’t mean yea say it out loud!”

“Maybe doing so would finally have the two of you doing somethin’”

Y/N turned toward the two once they finished what they were doing, seeing them bicker. They removed their headphones to listen given their attention hasn’t been noticed yet.

“You like them! Just fucking say somethin’”

“What if they don’t feel the same way?!”

Kind of hard not to Y/N thought feeling the heat flood their face as they sat on the open door knowing the sudden shame of their truck would make enough noise to catch them off guard. But they were quick to collect themselves. “What are you two arguing about?”

They couldn’t help the laugh that build up inside them and failed to stay when they watched both scramble.

“Nothin’ important”

“Oh it was important. He’s just a dumbass”

“Oh…so. Business as usual?” Y/N smirks watching Daryl’s expression go toward more of anger as Carol dies laughing.

Next course for the night was sleeping, Carol took inside the truck on the seats while the two took what’s left of the mattress next to their findings. Neither of them could sleep right away.

“Can I ask a dumb question?”

“So just your usual questions?” Daryl jokes getting elbowed instantly by Y/N as their smile never faded.

“Yea think we would’ve met in the old world?” Y/N questions, not being met with a response as they sigh. “I would hope so”

“How yea think we would’ve met?”

“Well…I was a bartender. It would’ve probably happened or did and we just. Never talked. But even those small glances in a crowded room…you can find who you’ve been looking for your whole life without exchanging a single word”

It was absentminded the way Daryl turned toward Y/N, bringing his gaze away from the stars and on the real constellation prize right beside him. They looked at him with every fiber of love, admiration, and desire in their core feeling the cosmic pull that drew both closer to the other.

Then the sudden knocking on the truck window startled them both out of their current thoughts.

“IM TRYING TO SLEEP LOVEBIRDS” Carol yells making the two blush to the words before straightening out.

But Y/N still took a chance and took Daryl’s hand into theirs. Letting him squeeze theirs and never let go.

Until they got back on the road in the morning.

The three stopped at a warehouse to rummage through the ruins of it. In hopes for pretty much anything. Y/N also being a bit of a tech nerd, was going through every black safety box that would carry expensive tech to see if they can find anything on Eugene’s list he gave them. Carol quietly snuck up on them as she was going to ask them if they could crack open a door on the opposite side of the place when she noticed them staring at Daryl who was keeping watch of the isle the two were in.

“What did you say to him last night?”

“What I wanted to and I heard as much as I wanted from both of you last night”

“So…Can I stop trying to hook you two up together and you can just rip off that bandaid?”

Y/N was about to say something when Daryl whistles for the two’s attention indicating walkers. Carol quickly ran over to see how many and noticed that the entrance they didn’t come in from wasn’t barricaded enough for that size of a herd.

“Y/N we gotta bug out” Carol yells as Y/N quickly collected their things tossing their bag on their back as they held something in the palm of their hand that could slow their movement.

“I’ve got an idea but I need both of y’all out of the building”

“Y/N—-“

“You trust me right?” Y/N frowns looking at Daryl and his stress induced expression.

“I’m coming back for yea if you don’t come out in three minutes” Daryl scoffs quickly running out with Carol as Y/N got to work.

Working with Eugene leads to a lot of ideas. A brand new watering system for their farming plot idea for Alexandria. Or the water based fire extinguishers with reused metal from the fallen walls of Alexandria for Oceanside’s rare forest fires. New defense system to keep walkers out of the outside the wall crops at the Hilltop. Corn based gas for the cars to avoid runs out to siphon cars with limited gas.

Then well. The IEDs.

Y/N figured out how to make quick IEDs that could emit frequencies to distract walkers. But given they were prototypes. Once they placed enough in the building, they made a break for it with a few knife blows to a couple walkers to get out of their way.

“What’s takin’ them so fucking long?!” Daryl snaps as Carol watches the door seeing it swing open to show their third.

“Start the car. They’ll jump in”

“I’m trustin’ yea” He scoffs and pressing on the gas getting them forward as Y/N went in a full on sprint.

Once Y/N jumped onto the open door pulling themselves in enough to close it with the help of a speed bump. They sigh slouching over the edge only to be startled up when an explosion meant to only emit sound—-set the entire building on fire.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO?!” Carol snaps looking in the mirror to see the fire they started.

“My calculations were wrong” Y/N yelled for Carol to hear as Daryl looks back to see the damage.

“THE FUCK I TELL YEA ABOUT COMMITTING ARSON?!”

“ITS THE APOCALYPSE I CAN DO WHAT I WANT” Y/N snaps back watching the stop sign fly past. “THE FUCK I SAY ABOUT STOP SIGNS!”

“NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT TRAFFIC LAWS”

“RICK DOES”

“Ladies ladies!” Carol yells to stop them both as she couldn’t stop laughing at the two arguing with one another. “Save it for the fucking bedroom” and that led to more laughter from the woman.

“Can we fucking open that bottle of scotch now…” Daryl groans once he slowed the truck to a stop.

The two couldn’t contain their laughter upon hearing that.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

haunted houses and séances

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (platonic) robin buckley x fem!reader (platonic)

wc: 1.4K

warnings: cursing, spooky ookey vibes

A/N: i think this is the best one. really popped off.

masterlist / steve harrington / robin buckley

🎧 cry me a river

“we should do a seance. at the creel house.”

thirty seconds of silence before- “what the fuck, robin? what’s wrong with you?” steve chastised her at the horrible activity she presented. and you agreed with steve, just in softer words. “it’s bad to mess with places of the dead.”

robin scuffed, “afraid of ghost?”

“yes.” “no way.” you and steve replied at once. you glared at each other before you continued talking, “well, not completely, but messing around in places with bad history is never a good idea. their souls could be stuck there and they could kill us or steal our bodies to travel the living world. bad idea, bad idea.” finishing your point with your arms crossed over your chest.

steve chuckled, “you watch too many horror movies.” he turned to robin, “i’m not scared of something that doesn’t exist. but it’s a dumb idea in general, it’s trespassing. i don’t want to think about being stuck in a jail cell with the two of you.”

robin groaned, “you guys are lame! come on! it’s halloween week, we already did a bunch of the traditional stuff. let’s be dumb teenagers and pretend to summon ghosts.”

you piped in, “if you do it wrong you could summon a demon by accident.” you watched as steve and robin looked at each other before laughing at your words. you slouched back into your seat. they think you're crazy and you're not crazy, shit like that could actually happen.

“okay now i want to do it just to freak you okay. i’m in!” steve joined robin in the kitchen of her house where the three of you were supposed to have a nice movie night in while eating some pumpkin bread her mom made, but no. now the three of you were driving in steve’s bmw with a bunch of candles heading to an actual haunted house.

“i fucking hate you guys.” grumbling over your secret love for the both of them. choosing to join to balance out their shared stupidity.

robin turned in her passenger seat and steve looked in his rear view mirror. they both wore annoying smirks that you knew would be wiped clean soon. “you love us too much to hate us, oh dear y/n.” robin sang.

you begged to differ at this moment, but you bite your tongue.

“casa ala creel.” steve announced as his tires squeaked quietly to a stop in front of the decaying house. “steve, stick to english only.” robin commented without looking at him, eyes only on the gloomy shutters. she almost looked to be buzzing with excitement. “alright! let’s light this bitch up!”

“are we committing arson now?” a deadpan comment while climbing out the back seat to round the trunk. robin shrugged her shoulder with her arms full of candles, “who knows. nights still young.” and she began the walk up the ominous steps.

a look over your shoulder at steve just as he closed his trunk, “you're seriously entertaining this? just because i’m considering this a bad idea?”

steve’s amused eyes softened just a bit, “no. well, not entirely. thought it would be best to do something dumb while i’m around. your big strong protector.” a proud grin on his lips.

you scuffed while leaving steve behind. “oh yeah. the boy who got his ass kicked twice. big strong protector.”

when you joined robin at the front door the candles were on the ground and she was bouncing on her feet, head bobbing around. “okay, best way in?”

“umm, leaving this place and going back to your house?” still trying to get her to change her stubborn mind. robin ignored you, her head still flitting about looking for entrance. you see her stop then walk off to the side.

“so, how are we-“ and steve was cut off when robin threw a brick through the stained glass window of the front door.

“that was really pretty,” a little annoyed at the ruined design. robin smiled brightly at the two of you while sticking her hand into the hole, fiddling until she found the knob and turned it with a twist. the wood door creaked open, inviting all of you inside its body.

“i hate this.” declaring the statement for the fifth time that day. steve and robin waved you off as they held their candles in wobbly arms, stopping in the foyer before robin declares the attic is the best place for this stuff. “they do it in all the movies.”

you kept your hands clean while the two numbnuts created a large circle for everyone to sit in, you still worried you're gonna accidentally catch on fire. begrudgingly you joined sitting crisscross applesauce with a hand in robin’s left and steve’s right.

“okay, everyone close your eyes and i’ll start us off.” and you were happy to let robin take the lead. she took a deep inhale followed by an exhale, then she dramatically spoke into open air.

“oh, ancient creel house. we come to seek answers from the previous inhabitants of this haunted home.” she paused and there wasn’t a noise. “first question,” and you could hear the subtly lit at the end of her sentence telling she was smiling. “was henry creel gay?” and steve stuttered a laugh with robin joining. you sighed and slumped.

“seriously, robin? that’s your pressing question?” glaring at her with fire lighting your pupils. she groaned and rolled her neck, “chill. was just kidding. seriously, is anyone stuck in this home? not able to pass to the other side?”

the wind was howling outside the cracked attic window. a low thudding was heard from downstairs but you just thought of it being the weary bones creaking. there was no whisper or phantom chill, the fires kept their shape and bright color.

“anyone else have questions?” robin puckered her lips while bouncing her knees in lessening patience. steve shrugged, “can we leave soon? i’m getting hungry.”

“only if y/n asks a question.” their watchful eyes spinning onto you. a crinkle formed at your nose, “hate you both. fine, i have one simple request.”

“floor is all yours.” robin closed her eyes and leaned back. steve squeezed your hand tighter and you puffed out a breath of air. “okay, um, whoever is in this house, tune the radio downstairs to blare your favorite song from your time.”

all three of you looked up to the ceiling and around the room hoping to hear even just the faint static from the broken radio. but nothing, just branches hitting the house and leaves skating by. steve sighed, “this was a waste of time.” and he dropped both your and robin’s hand to stand up and crack his back.

robin scuffed, “you agreed to this, idiot.” “yeah well i only did it cause y/n didn’t want to. wanted to rile her up.”

a shove was pushed into steve’s calf, “asshole.”

“fine. whatever just blow the candles out and we can-“ steve was cut off by a loud swish of air blowing through the room, all the melting candles defused from orange flames to snaking smoke. you shivered harshly, steve and robin pulled at their coats and sweaters.

“i wasn’t the only one who felt that?” robin squeaked. you and steve nodded a no to her question. “alright now we get the fuck out of here. just- just leave the candles.” steve helped you up from the ground and pushed you and robin ahead of him down the stairs.

making it back to the lower level of the house you couldn’t help slowing in your steps when you started to hear a crackling sound. instead of heading straight out the door you walked into the sitting room where the broken and decaying radio was lit in electricity, the tuning dial untouched but the stations were changing in a quick hurry.

“guys?” calling for steve and robin who watched from the foyer. they reluctantly moved to join you and their eyes widened and throats swallowed harshly at the scene before them. and before anyone could make some type of comment the station cleared and a loud song from the sixties was blaring like a tornado siren throughout the house.

I cried a river over you

Now you say you’re sorry (you say you’re sorry)

For being untrue (so untrue)

the three of you screamed till your lungs burned and had one of the two pull you along out of the house and back to the safety of steve’s car. he hurried to start the engine and you could still hear the music being played, messing with all of you.

Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river

I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me out, out of my head

“i fucking told-“ “you told us! we get it!” steve yelled as he pressed on the gas causing his tires to squeal a high pitch on your getaway.

-

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi giggles!!! I hope you're doing good!

Do you think we could get some Loid Forger stuff? 🥹 I'm so excited about the movie coming out soon! I've had an awful day at work, so do you think you could write some supportive, platonic, x reader, fluff? Maaaaybe with some smol tiggles thrown in if you want! Go ham!

Love you buddy! ☺️🩷

Rachi! :D *Hugs* I'm sorry you're having a rough day- I hope my little dabble can bring you some joy! I've gotcha covered :D

(Also a gentle reminder to everyone that I do need a headcanon! Rachi and I decided on one in the DMs what the headcanon was :3 If I don't have a headcanon for the event I won't be able to write it- sorry!)

“I am going to commit arson and burn down my workplace.” You announced as you walked into the Forger’s apartment.

“Bad day?” Loid, used to your declarations of crime, barely looked up from his coffee as he read through the last of the newspaper. “Want some cookies? I made them earlier.”

“Yes please.” You slumped beside him on the couch, grabbing a handful with a groan. “Today was absolutely awful.” You went on to share the day’s events, munching on your snack between. Loid had abandoned his newspaper as he turned his full attention to you, sipping his coffee and humming along as you ranted about your awful boss.

Eventually, when your snack was finished and your eyes were slightly misty from frustration, Loid reached out and squeezed your shoulder, eyes kind. “They sound terrible. Let’s kill them.”

“Pfft!” You sputtered on your drink, unable to fight down the laughs at how serious Loid sounded. “Yeah! We’ll bury them in the backyard!” Your giggles grew, and Loid soon was chuckling alongside you, shaking his head. “Eden wouldn’t like it though- say, how is Anya and Yor?”

“They’re out having some mother daughter time with Bonde. When they get back we’re thinking of ordering in. Would you like to join us for dinner?” His voice always got so fond when he spoke of the girls. It made your heart swell.

“I’d love that. Thank you.” You leaned back in your chair, the happy buzz you were feeling starting to fade as you reflected on your day. “I don’t know what to do, Loid. Should I stay or go? And if I were to…where would I go?”

“That’s something you have to decide for yourself, (Y/N).” Loid patted you on the knee, squeezing it gently. “I can’t tell you how to go about your work, but I can say I support you. We’ll all be here whenever you need us. Whether you need words of wisdom.” Something cheeky entered his grin as he suddenly squeezed a smidge higher up your knee, making you squeak and double over. “Or if you need a laugh.”

“Aheahhhahahha! Lohooohohoid, stahahhap!” You giggled out, zapping away his hands from your knee. In retaliation, you jabbed his side, making him jump with a snort. “Ugh, you’re terrible. But…really, thanks.”

“Anytime.” He said just as the front door opened, Yor and Anya entering with Bonde.

“(Y/N)!” Anya all but squealed seeing you, practically throwing herself into your arms. Yor was equally excited, her hug much more gentle as Anya rambled on about the day’s adventures. Beside you, you could feel Loid smiling as he took in the sight.

You snuck a hand out and squeezed his, bringing him officially into the pile.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

[invinciblerodent]

as i was making my way through the Shar temple as Petyr in increments, I kind of couldn't stop thinking about how this whole thing is a real eye-opener of a formative experience for him.

he's got... very little experience with any organized religion. He grew up among druids (I feel like it's rather natural a fit for a rather neutral/neutral good-aligned ranger), so he wouldn't say that he's a believer of any one specific faith, he's more in the "well of course the ancient powers are in perfect balance as they should be. gods are real, yeah, but they too are just pieces in this game- larger pieces, but pieces nonetheless, just like you and me" school of thought. His "faith" is less one with tenets, and rules, and a deity, and more of a general, handwave-y type of... mystic spirituality, where it's okay for him to just be as decent as he can be (which, the bar is at roughly his ankles there), do what he strikes him as right, and the rest will sort itself out. (If he had any magical aptitude, he would be a druid, but he doesn't, so he isn't, basically.)

so I imagine his utter bewilderment reading Sharran texts for the first time, which is a bit after he's accepted that he has feelings that go beyond just simple attraction for Shadowheart. This guy, whose entire Thing is being adaptable, going with one's fancies as they strike, and a "live and let live/why exactly should I care, quickly" type of philosophy, is now forced to be confronted with the objective reality of a religion that (while he knew some about in a very general, abstract sense) not only is preaching things that are sort of the partial antithesis of what he believes in, but it is also... making Shadowheart act completely different from the way she is when they're alone together.

She's normally so fun. She trades those silly, flirty quips willingly with him, and despite the mischief, she really isn't as secretive as she likes to pretend she is. She's kind to animals, and likes pretty flowers. Her touch, while she is prone to prodding a bruise just because it's funny to watch him jump, it's -frankly- the warmest he's known in a very long time as well as... one of the first that isn't just a quick fuck/fwb/hmu-when-you're-in-town type of arrangement. She may tease, but she also fusses, and eases aches and pains that he's used to taking days in a mere instant, and, well, when her finger brushes the inside of his wrist as they sit by the fire, that's really nice.

The person he knows her as, they're a sweet, warm person with a lovely teasing edge, a "friend-but-something-else-too" who teasingly says things like how his presence makes her smile, and though the Shadow-Curse is weighing heavily on all of them, making them act strange (my hc is that all of act 2, they're all snappier, quicker to anger, more anxious and more prone to putting their respective feet in their mouths) this... ardent, reverential worship, especially of a goddess who sounds objectively pretty damn terrible, is kind of scaring him.

When he's thumbing through the books in the Silent Library, each sounding worse than the last (and the darkness and destruction of Reithwin heavy in his mind), he just... steals glances at her doing the same with that serene expression (as if languishing in grief and darkness is somehow a good thing), and he feels like he's seeing... almost a stranger, wearing her face.

He's more or less accepted that his casual interest has turned into him full-on falling for her the moment he handed her that night orchid, and laughed with her at her (kinda terrible) joke, and now there are these texts all about how... love is a disease, arson, and an insult to Shar's infinite darkness. No matter how he bristles at the word "love", that... must be a really strange feeling.

It'll be really thematically appropriate for the commitment dialogue to come at the heels of her casting Shar aside. And despite how dense he normally is (with his 8 INT/8 CHA combo), it really feels a little like he knew that this was going to happen at a point much sooner than she did.

Maybe it's a type of intuition. Maybe it's just wisdom. But learning about Shar after getting to know Shadowheart, yeah, it would be hard to see that Sharran ideal in her.

(They really went all the way in showing us early on that this is not right for her, huh.)

[sparkling-assistant]

Yo! Sparkle sent me this note

'A - Arson

B- Barson

C- commit arson

D - Don’t come near me, I’m going to commit arson

E - evaluate best building to Arson

F - FUCKING COMMIT ARSON

G - Go, commit arson

H - hell is Arson

I - I’m going to commit Arson

J - jambalaya Arson and Jake Paul is going to die by arson

K - killed by Arson

L - live, laugh, love Arson

M - Maybe I should die by Arson

N - no arson is bad

O - open your heart to arson

P - painting of arson

Q - question about arson

R - rebel for arson

S - Stab people with Arson

T - tell me to commit arson

U - utopia filled by arson

V - violence with Arson

W - win for arsonists

X - xylophone of Arsonist

Y - yes arson

Z - Zero Arson = bad'

You better but that arsonist on a Leash!

-Mod 2900

“SPARKLE-“

[abandoned-spectrum]

Ok, so!!

(Also expect some art of this, soon. I love this au!!)

Basically, Psyche, Risk, & Lin all like human stuff & yoink stuff off shipwrecks. Psyche leads, Risk’s lookout, & Lin’s backup. They all have this cool secret hideout club where they put all the human stuff.

One day, they get in a scuffle with a shark & their respective parents (ESPECIALLY King Leo) are PISSED that they snuck out & got hurt. & get grounded. Except for Lin, his parents don’t care. Sooo Leo appoints the boyo to… make sure Prince Psyche doesn’t get in trouble. Or else. :)

Needless to say, Lin tries his hardest until HOLY SHIP THATS A SHIP. The twins’ ship that is! Their mom is a dreaded pirate, but they managed to escape by stealing a pretty beat up one from the harbor. Blah blah blah, the storm happens, & The merdudes save the twins.

The green idiots are like “wow those guys are cool. We should go look for them.” “Shouldn’t we be focused on HIDING FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT and STEALING A NEW SHIP??” “Y e s”

Then it all goes to shit on the merdudes side bc Risk ratted them out to Leo. &… Accidentally got the cool secret club destroyed. :(

I should probably say that King Leo doesn’t like humans bc his wife was human, but the other people in her village killed her once they found out bc a certain mermaid (Red)’s been luring & killing their fishermen. Yeah so they thought Red was Leo. But he doesn’t know this & thought that it was the humans fault for being shitty to the “one exemption”.

Red & Jinx have been spying on this for Onyx, & offer to help all three by taking them to Onyx. Psyche refuses at first, saying that his dad told him that Onyx is a shady little shit who commited underwater arson, but Red tells him that Red didn’t want to do that in the first place, & was forced to bc of a contract she didn’t read the fine print on. So Psyche goes too I guess.

Cue Onyx. It’s Onyx, not much I can say besides “ohhhhh you’re alll soo saaaad ofc I’ll help you poor unfortunate soullssss :((( fuckin idiots…”

“The deal’s basically: you three get legs (at the cost of one of the 5 main senses for each of you) but if you manage to get the twins a new boat ya stay human. Otherwise, ya have the same fate as these two bozos.”

Then Red offers to sabotage help the trio, Onyx reluctantly agrees to keep the facade up, & thus they’re now on land.

Psyche loses his sight, Lin loses his hearing, Risk loses her taste (everything just tastes rotten), & Red, who’s already lost touch (she’s numb to pain & temperature), loses her sense of smell.

They eventually find the twins, who’re dumb as bricks, so they don’t recognize Psyche & Lin at first but Psyche points it out immediately. Then they question how Psyche was able to swim to shore when he’s blind…. Easy. Risk helped.

Then cue a silly “escape from the authorities” sequence, said coppers turning their attention to the pirate crew in black cloaks stealing stuff afterwards.

The main group finds a broken-down ship, &… It should take about 3 days to fix! Perfect! Except Red keeps “accidentally” breaking materials.

They all bond, having a small celebration on the night of the second day. They joke around about becoming pirates that get rid of evil pirates & take over their ships! & eventually the jokes became an actual offer to the mer-quadrio. The original trio agrees immediately, but Red’s… a bit hesitant. But shrugs & agrees.

Later, she’s pulled aside by a spying Jinx saying “hey, Onyx wants to know how the plan’s going.” & Red responding “lol they’ll never finish it in time. :)”

Guess fucking what

They were able to almost finish it in time before Red makes it all go go shit & destroys the ship. Then sunset happens… All four turn out to be merpeople, the twins are…. Pretty stoked about this ngl. They think the tails are pretty. :)

But then Jinx & Onyx appear, Onyx yoinks the good trio back underwater… King Leo bargains for the kids… Onyx wants the Trident, Leo agrees, Onyx starts sending a Tsunami onto the city on the surface…

The twins save as many people as they can, grab a ship, & Mint tries to pull THIS

Onyx just casually,, peaces out from this shit au & gives its Admin Perms to Mint. She passes out, Ditt takes her back to shore, Red & Jinx are defeated by the mer-trio, & yahoo the day is saved!

Leo apologizes, Red & Jinx are freed (NOT FROM SUPERHELL-PRISON THAT IS), & thanks Mint & Ditt for their help. Unfortunately, Mint now seems to be the host to Onyx’s powers, BUT, it looks like she can USE those powers for GOOD!! (THAT’S RIGHT. ONYX DOESNT BOTHER MINT ANYMORE IN THIS AU. MINT JUST GETS TO BE A SILLY WITCH BITCH)

With the help of Leo, Mint manages to make it so the whole group can be on land AND in water! However, Leo doesn’t want to be a bad dad & leave these children (one of which now having the powers of the Catwitch… or… Catfish Witch? Idk) alone on a ship. So he hands his crown down to his friend, Azure, & is now Co-Captain Leander of the Mermeta Pirates!

Finally watching the live action little mermaid (haven’t finished it but it’s. Ok I guess. Poor Unfortunate Souls was good.)

Anyways THINKING OF A LITTLE MERMAID AU WHERE ITS LIKE,, PLATONIC/FAMILIAL LOVE INSTEAD OF ACTUAL LOVE

Psyche as Ariel (stealing KH’s thing where the bois (just unfortunately Sora :( ) have shark tail-esque designs. Psy’s a Dogfush Shark!!)

Lin as Sebastian (His tail looks like a Lemon Shark’s)

Risk as Flounder (Her tail looks like the royal gramma, but it does have a few stitches here & there.)

Onyx as Ursula (looks the exact fucking same as its nekomata form, but the two tails have silly little fins, & it has floatie things on the front legs.)

Red & Jinx as Flotsam & Jetsam (Black oil-like goo covers their original tails, with chains made of said goo holding them down.)

Mint & Ditt sharing Eric’s role, I guess. (SILLY LITTLE SAILOR UNIFORMSSSSS!!!)

Leander as Triton (Whale Shark tail >:) )

My basic story idea’s going in a reblog bc this is getting too long!!!

[wol-fica]

-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞?- 𝐏𝐓𝟑

parings - wenclair x daughter!reader

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - family draamamammamaa

an - wanted to give some sappy R moments with her mothers ( won’t last long tho )

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“Keep a smile on your face Luka, you look stupid when you’re sad.” You murmured to your brother, eyes on your principal as she recited the rules for parents weekend.

It was a dreadful day, grey clouds rolling overhead while a chilly wind blew threw the quad. Students were strewn across the area, some sitting on the picnic tables while others stood shivering in the cool air. 

Principal Weems was giving announcements for todays later arrivals; the parents. Soon, the school will be overrun with families from all across the state who have come to see their children’s accidemic successes.

Among that group will be your family, consisting of your parents, brothers, grandparents and uncle. Your mom had insisted on them coming to visit you and Luka, so now the two of you had to worry about impressing all seven of them instead of just four.

“I’m not sad.” Luka whined, pouting slightly, “I’m freezing.”

“Suck it up, weather should not the thing to defeat you today.” You said, wincing when the wind stung your skin, “We still have to deal with them.”

“I’m excited to see everyone, it’s been awhile since Uncle Pugsley has visited.” Luka replied, “Are you ready for Louis and Leo’s chaos?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes at the thought of your younger brothers causing havoc among the school. They will be the death of you, it was just due time until it happened.

“They will behave, or I will throw them into a pit full of rusty needles.”

Luka chuckled, rocking on his feet to keep himself warm as Weems finished up her announcements. 

“Your families will start to arrive in about twenty minutes, I suggest you prepare yourselves!” Weems said, dismissing everyone with a wave of her hand.

You cracked your neck, closing your eyes while you rolled out your aching shoulders. The past few nights  you had decided to skip sleeping and study the next chapter of Goody’s book; Spells On The Natural Elements, which provided a plethora of useful information for you to use. 

Her book has been very interesting, full of spells, potions, ways to commit arson, and even illustrations of mythical animals that she apparently had encountered. Drawings of her life in her village and her distaste for a certain “Crackstone” could be found on almost every page, which was so humorous to you. 

“Y/N.” Luka said, bumping his shoulder into yours, “I think they are here.”

Your head turned to the doorway, watching as adults and kids spilled in to greet their nevermore children. Among them, your dark family could be seen entering with grace; excusing your younger brothers sprinting at you and Luka.

“¡Hermana! ¡Hermano!” Leo said, jumping into Luka’s arms for a hug. 

Louis was close behind him, shoving himself against you and pulling you into a bone crushing embrace. Your arms were tight at your sides, rigid whil he hugged you.

“Louis.” You snarled, looking down to give him a deadly glare, “Let go.”

He complied, grinning and turning to greet Luka. Leo stepped up to you, but thankfully he had enough of a brain to only hold out his hand for a fist bump. You reluctantly complied, cringing all while you did.

“Nice to see you big sis.” He said cheerfully, giving you a smile, “How’s school going?”

“Utterly horrible.” You replied, a small frown forming on your face, “The people here are disgusting.”

“Sounds awesome.”

You nodded, your focus now on your remaining family members that were making their way towards you. Your uncle looked nervous but happy, waving to people as he passed by. Your grandparents, cheery as ever, had glowing smiles that reached just to their eyes, age barely showing on their clear skin.

And then their was your parents. 

Your mom was first, decked out in her colorful attire of white jeans, a large pink coat with feathery edges, a bright blue top, pink winter boots, and a rainbow beanie that draped over her pink and blue streaked hair. Your mother was right behind her, quite the opposite of her outfit. She was dressed in black combat boots, black cargo jeans, a white and black stripped sweater with a black jacket over it, and a thin black scarf to top it all off.

Revolting.

“There are my two favorite eldest grandchildren!” Your grandfather said, pulling you and Luka into a tight hug, “How have you been?”

“We’re alright, just chugging through the school year.” Luka replied, scratching his neck nervously while you scowled.

“I hope you both are enjoying fencing class.” Your grandmother said, gracefully gliding over with a smile, “Have either of you gotten the title?”

“Y/N has!” Luka said happily, but shrank down when you glared at him warningly, “But she doesn’t care for it.”

“Just as an Addams should, you take after your mother so well.” Your grandmother said, clasping her hands together in praise.

You sighed, internally cursing yourself for getting that title. Fencing was never a huge interest for you, but after Weems practically demanded that you take the class, you decided to give it you all rather than be just mediocre. Hence how you got the spot as the teams captain.

“There’s my girl.” A voice sounded, causing your eyes to widen and turn around a little to fast.

Your mom was there, a smile on her face as she held her arms open to you. She was one of the very rare few who you tolerated hugging, something about her embrace was so warm and comforting to you.

“Lobo Madré.” You stated before walking into her arms, your face tucking itself into her neck for comfort.

“What’s going on sweetheart?” Enid questioned with concern, rubbing your back with her hands, “You doing okay?”

You nodded, holding on tightly to her body. She smelled of some sort of fruity perfume, the thick scent invading your senses. Her hugs felt like home, which is where you so badly wanted to be at the moment. 

Soft hands came up to your shoulders, pulling you back from her so she could inspect your face. The back of her hand went to your forehead to check your temperature, a frown gracing her lips at the feeling.

“You’re a bit hot. Are you feeling okay?” She questioned, brushing a lock of ebony hair out of your face.

You shrugged, now recognizing the aching headache that sat in the front of your skull. Your eyes closed at the throbbing pain, subconsciously leaning yourself back into your mom’s arms.

“My head hurts.” You mumbled, practically going limp in her warm embrace.

“I think it’s a fever.” She spoke softly, almost as if not directed to you, “Willa, I’m gonna take her to her room.”

“Do you want me to come with you? Is it that bad?” Your mother asked, turning to face your mom.

“Is it okay for her to come?” Enid asked you, squeezing you to get your attention.

You nodded, too sleepy to argue or consider the consequences of your parents potentially finding Goody’s book. Your brain felt foggy and dull, and thoughts were not processing correctly through your head, which meant the percentage of you saying or doing something to reveal your little secret was a solid 75%.

“Okay.” She replied, then turned to address the rest of the family, “We’re gonna take Y/N to her room!”

Everyone nodded, turning back to Luka to talk about school. Your mom clasped her hand in yours and led you along, her arm around your back to keep you steady. The walk was painfully long and uncomfortably quiet, the silence causing anxiety to rise in the back of your throat with each step you took.

Soon, you arrived at the burgundy-scorched door, its brass handles welcoming you into its space. The large, half-rainbow window sent rays of colorful sunlight onto the oak floors, cascading your face in light as you entered your dorm room.

“You kept the window the same?” Your mom questioned, a small smile on her lips, “I thought you would rip it off.”

“Never had the time.” You mumbled, heading to your bed to sit down. 

You sat near your pillow, using your body as a wall between the book and your concerned parents. Your nerves were aflame at the thought of yourself getting caught, but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Wednesday was surveying your room, her fingers tracing the old wood as if she were reminiscing her time at Nevermore. The way her black eyes scanned the room made you nervous, like you didn’t meet her standards of living or something.

You heard shuffling behind you, your mom emerging from your bathroom with a cup of water and some ibuprofen. She came around your bed, sitting next to you to hand you the medicine. You slipped the pill into your mouth, taking the glass from your moms hand to help you swallow it.

“That will help you feel better.” Enid said, pulling a piece of hair behind your ear, “You should sleep as well.”

You nodded, setting the now empty glass on your desk before moving to remove your shoes. Your mother came around to you, grabbing the chair from your desk to sit in front of you.

“Have you been sleeping normally? Any random headaches or feral urges?” Your mom asked, her hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner, “Has the moon been exceptionally interesting lately?”

You sighed, shaking your head no. Whenever you got sick or received any migraines, your mom would immediately be concerned if you were potentially wolfing out, but that never was the case.

“Just headaches.” You said, kicking your shoes under the bed, “And some nausea.”

“Dizziness?” Wednesday asked, leaning her hands on her knees whilst watching you, “Light Headed?”

“Yeah…” 

She pursed her lips, giving Enid a look that somewhat resembled an “i think i know what’s going on.”

“Have you had any visions?”

Your head shot up, a look of pure horror on your face. Why would she ask that? Did Luka say something? What do they know?

“No, of course not.” You responded a bit too quickly, your voice shaky and untruthful.

“Y/N…” Your mom said, running her hand up and down your back, “Be honest with us.”

You sucked in a breath, your bottom lip slipping in between your teeth. You had two options; tell them the truth and potentially lose your progress with Goody's book, and also be sent to therapy. Or lie and say you are just feeling sick and a bit feverish because of the drop in temperature.

“I…” You started, your voice faltering under your mothers deadly gaze, “I’ve been seeing some things…”

Wednesday sighed, shaking her head slightly and looking away from you in disappointment. She stood up, walking towards your window to look out of it.

“You should have told me.”

“Why?” You asked, confused at her statement, “What would that do?”

She turned around, disbelief on her facial features as she stared at you. Your mom was silent beside you, her gaze switching between you and Wednesday.

“Because I can advise you, so you don’t end up hurting yourself.” She said, slowly turning back to the window.

“Like you ever cared before.” You muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

She whipped back around, now standing in an offensive stance.

“I do care, you are my child.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and standing up to brush your pants out.

“Doesn’t feel like that.” You said, walking around your bed to put your uniform jacket in the hamper.

“I’m sorry you don’t acknowledge my affection for you.” She stated; a challenge.

“And I’m sorry you can’t even get your compliments across without cringing in disgust.” You growled, throwing your socks into the laundry basket.

“Y/N.” Your mom scolded softly, a warning to back down.

“No, let her be defiant.” Wednesday said, rolling her eyes at you, “She will see where it gets her.”

“Probably in the same spot I’m always in; the corner where no one sees me.” You replied snarkily, shaking your hair out.

“Y/N!” Enid said, now standing up to face you, “Don't speak to your mother like that.”

“What difference does it make? You two don’t give two shits about me anyways.” 

Your mother  gave a low hum, stepping towards you until Enid stopped her by putting her hands on her chest.

“Enid let go, she shouldn’t be allowed to act like this.”

“Yeah, let her go!” You shouted back, a coy smile on your face, “Let her hit her kid and see what it does!”

“Y/N stop.” Your mom said, turning to you with a glare, “We did not raise you to act like this.”

You laughed, shocking the both of them. Your body doubled over with a giggling fit, your eyes wet from tears.

“You barely even raised me at all.” You wheezed, wiping some wetness from your eyes.

“Dammit Enid, let go.” Wednesday snarled, trying to push past her wife, “Her attitude is pissing me off.”

“And honestly!” You continued on, knowing your next point will hit a nerve, “I wish you two were never my parents.”

The silence in the room was deafening, one could hear a pin drop if they stood in the space. Normally, you would find people's utter shock and horror to be amusing, but being that your mom’s mouths were wide open in disbelief, you felt a pang of sadness in the pit of your stomach.

Tears were first, welling up in the rims of Enid’s eyes. They cascaded down her face, dripping off of her chin and onto the floor. Her lip wobbled sadly, and you almost felt bad for her. Wednesday on the other hand, was completely frozen. She looked as blank as an empty canvas, her normally terrifying eyes looking dull and distant.

“You don’t mean that…” Your mom said slowly, her voice shaky from crying, “Tell me you don’t mean that.”

Feeling defiant, you stuck your chest out and tilted your head up slightly, “Every. Word.”

Unsurprisingly, Enid let out a sob, her body collapsing into Wednesday’s arms. The latter held her close, a familiarly disappointed look directed at you.

“Hope you’re happy.” She said to you before taking Enid by the hand and leading her out of the room, leaving you alone.

Typical, You thought.

A voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to run after them and apologize, to take back every word and say it was the fever talking; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

You were stubborn and single-minded, only looking out for yourself and ignoring anyone’s advances of trying to be close to you. Friends were not an option, and you wouldn’t even care for them anyways…..wait…..that sounded way too familiar.

Maybe you were more like Wednesday than you actually thought.

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