#do you need to feel guilty if this is a skill you have been unable to develop? no of course not.

[desceros]

sometimes i think about the future symphony "i should have married you" post you made and it makes me so sad but the other night as i was falling asleep i was struck with absolute agony by the awful idea of "i should have married you" because marrying her would have made her hamato and maybe just maybe then she would have been able to become a hamato spirit. and the brothers most likely would have been able to make contact with the hamato sprits like they do in the series. and because if he married her at least he would have been able to contact her spirit. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh anyways thought i should share hope your day is going fabulously captain desceros

oh, this is awful. allow me to make it even worse :)

we’ve seen in the series that you dont actually have to have the hamato name to be ‘a hamato’ as april demonstrates. we’ve also seen varying levels of. hm. ninj-oscity? ninpo skills? from the boys. like raph and leo doing a ninja mind meld. just. just mikey.

and we’ve always seen that donnie struggles with ninpo the most.

his ninpo is mechanical. when he uses it at its most conscious level, we see it manifest as blueprints coming together. literal pieces, as if constructed with real material. when he panics or doesn’t go through this process, it’s a vague shape that isn’t as strong or as defined in purpose.

so let’s take this scenario you’ve brought to us.

viola-chan would have, unquestionably, been a hamato. and for that reason, i can definitely see her having a hamato spirit.

…..but i dont think donnie would ever be able to communicate with it.

mikey would be the most likely, since he has the strongest ninpo. but he’d be in high demand since he’s so strong, so i think it would tire him and i dont know how much time and energy he’d have to talk to anyone. not to mention the stress he’d feel when donnie would come to him like Hey Can I Talk To My Dead Girlfriend and mikey’s like…. dude i just got home from 24 hours of straight ass kicking i’m about to pass tf out.

and raph, i imagine, died not too long after viola-chan, so whether he could or not is moot.

leo. well. i dont think leo could communicate with viola-chan either. leo is rather avoidant when he feels guilty or ashamed, and (without going into too much of spoiler territory) he’d feel largely unworthy to talk to you, i think. and since we’ve seen that it takes an open heart to use the technique, it wouldn’t work.

and donnie. god. donnie would try. he would try so, so hard. he would try, hours upon hours, every free moment, banging his fists on his thighs as he’d meditate until he’d collapse. reaching out. seeking. already not as strong at this whole ninpo nonsense. unable to calm himself from the need to see you need to see you please just let me see you one last time please please please that would make it impossible to focus. he’d start thinking about tech that could bridge the gap. that’s how his ninpo works, after all. modeling his blueprint. so if he can design a machine that can talk to you. his ninpo can bring it to life.

but he doesnt exactly have a lot of time to dedicate to a personal project like that, let alone one so fucking insane in scale, so actually impossible to do. and as the time passes he grows more and more obsessed with thinking about it. yet simultaneously more and more sure it’ll never happen. i feel like his last moments, alone, bleeding, staring up at the rust-colored sky, he’d be smiling. because of course he he has some kind of death drone army set to go the moment his ninpo cuts off, and it’s one last middle finger to krang. …but also i think he’d be a little relieved. hoping his spirit will find yours and lavi’s.

(do they? who knows. no more hamato exist in that timeline to find out.)

#ask tag #symphony tag #symphony meta

[francesderwent]

something that I think the “have fun and be yourself” discourse tends to miss is that it’s all very well saying do whatever you want and don’t worry about what people think because the people who judge you aren’t worth your time, but sometimes you choose to act normal because you have a task to do or you’re in a conversation that you care about, and having to stop in the middle for your interlocutor to say bewilderedly “but why did you do that in such a quirky way” would be wasting time and getting off topic. choosing to act normal to avoid that is not being inauthentic out of unhealthy fear of censure. it’s just prudence.

#spoken like someone who didn’t get made fun of by my parents as a child? yeah guilty. I have anxiety but I don’t think people hate me #but babes….I love being normal. I love slipping in and out of situations without leaving any ripples. #it’s like being a spy. #and honestly it’s a way of showing respect to people—recognizing that their time and understanding is as important as your self-expression. #there’s a time and a place for being weird and funny and remarkable #there is also a time and a place for politely following the script #or using clear ordinary language #do you need to feel guilty if this is a skill you have been unable to develop? no of course not. #but it IS a skill and a healthy society (and healthy families) would encourage young people to develop it #the one-sided emphasis on being yourself has utterly failed to keep people from feeling anxious #it has to be balanced by a confidence that you know how to handle yourself in situations! #in which cate tells stories

[kysiori]

clueless caregiver

┊a clueless nagi trying his best to care for his ill gf ┊based on real life events (im sick rn)

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

you had been feeling terrible for the past few days, unable to shake off the persistent flu-like symptoms that had been plaguing you. nagi had been checking in on you regularly, bringing you soup and medicine, and even offering to stay with you until you felt better.

but as much as you appreciated his care and attention, you couldn't help feeling frustrated at his lack of knowledge when it came to taking care of a sick person. he kept asking if you were hungry or thirsty, without realizing that you had lost your appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

"nagi, I'm really not hungry," you said for what felt like the tenth time that day, as he held out a plate of food.

"oh, right," he says, looking sheepish. "I keep forgetting that you're sick."

you tried to hide your irritation, knowing that he was just trying to help. but it was hard to be patient when you were feeling so miserable.

nagi was clearly at a loss when it came to taking care of you, but he was determined to try his best. he kept checking your temperature and offering to bring you anything you needed, even if he didn't always know what that was.

"I'm sorry I'm not very good at this," he says, looking apologetic.

"it's okay," you replied, feeling a little guilty for being so frustrated with him. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

nagi gave you a small smile, looking relieved. "I just want you to feel better," he replied.

and even though he might not have been the most skilled caregiver, you knew that his heart was in the right place. and that was enough to make you feel a little better, even if you were still sick.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagine #blue lock nagi seishiro #blue lock nagi #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #nagi fluff #seishiro nagi #seishiro #bllk x yn #bllk x y/n #blue lock x y/n #nagi x y/n #blue lock x you #x you #x reader #risaзεreads

[arielstruggles]

The Dawn of Regret

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem reader

Summary: You have a crush on Joel Miller and he becomes your patrol partner.

W.C: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut (mdni), P in V sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), Katoptronophilia, praise kink, slight dirty talk, breeding kink, big fat age gap (reader is 26 Joel is 56), angst.

A/N: Happy kinktober folks!. I love angst so i incorporate it in everything :| sorry. I honestly don't know if this will be a one shot or not, we will see. I'm sorry i'm not the best for descriptions. And if i have any grammar mistakes, sorry in advance i am not a native English speaker. Anyway, if anyone reads it, let me know your opinions, love you bye!

ch2 ch3

You and Joel have known each other for quite some time now. It has been roughly four months that him and Ellie decided to stay in Jackson, instead of trying to find the Fireflies. Since then, they were joining you at different tasks. Ellie was too young to join the patrols without a training but Joel, as a 56 years old, fearless man; he was the perfect fit. Well, obviously he was a mass murderer too but it was helpful in this situation. But other than that you were nothing to each other. Just a couple of “Hello”s and “How is it going”s  here and there. But you couldn’t help to feel attracted to him. Normally, you were teaming up with Maria and Joel was teaming up with Tommy but Tommy and Joel decided that they were "sick of each other" so Maria came up with the solution that you were supposed to team up with Joel. It caught you off guard. You were so used to went on patrols with Maria that you didn't know what to do exactly. Not that you were unable to protect yourself or anything. You were living in Jackson for more than two years now and before that you basically learned how to survive on your own. No, it was not a doubt that came from your skills, it was because of Joel.

You were a little bit, just a little bit intimidated by his presence. He was not a chatty, lively man. His brows were mostly furrowed, well he was grumpy to say the least. Not that he was rude or mean towards you. On the contrary he knew where to stand. So, he sort of knew when to be nice which was obviously not around you. But you were not sure if you were okay where he was standing, you wanted more. He was a handsome man, grumpy old man to be fair but it didn't take anything from his charm. His broad shoulders, warm brown eyes, the dimple on his cheek which is a shame that you could barely see since he was not laughing around you that much. He was big and strong. His hands, his fingers... The thought of it showed itself as dampness on your panties. You were feeling guilty for dreaming about him from time to time but in your defense, who would not? Gosh those Fingers. “What would happen if he wrapped them around my throat?" you thought, on the couch where you were lying at the moment. "What would happen if he kissed me, or better bite me?" you get so worked up that dipped your fingers inside your panties.

After you came imagining it was his fingers inside you instead of yours, a wave of warmth washes your whole body. You are feeling so guilty. You are about to go on a patrol with this man and you masturbated, in your couch, thinking of him. And you had no idea how he felt about you, you saw him flirting with women before in the Tipsy Bison however none of them were as young as you. They were mostly older than forty. You are in your mid-twenties. Also, you know the fact that he had a daughter which if she was alive would be older than you so this was both unethical and impossible. You shake your head due to your own stupid thoughts and realize that it' almost three a.m. that means Joel and you are about the meet in an hour. You fix your clothes and decide to make yourself a coffee, you have limited supply of coffees so even though you really love it you can't drink as much as you want to but tonight, or this morning to be precise, you need to.

While you sip your coffee with the shame on your shoulders you hear a knock on your door, you leave your mug on the table and walk towards the door. “Who is that?” you ask, even though the low and husky tone makes it clear that it is Joel, you are just trying to be careful. “It’s Joel. I was just checking you if you were awake.” To hide the reflection of that stupid grin on your voice, you clear your throat “Yes, I am.” You can’t help the heat that rises from your core. “Okay, be outside of your door in 30.” He says and you hear footsteps fading away. You realize you didn’t even open the door, let alone kindly inviting him but it was probably for the best. You still feel warm and fuzzy because of your Joel fantasies. You grab your coffee and sip the rest while thinking of him. 

Once you’re done with your coffee, you step outside of your door with you backpack on your back and gun in its holster, waiting for Joel. After a while his big figures approaches which makes you feel giddy. You curse under your breath for feeling like a high schooler who sees their crush. “Mornin’” he rasps, “morning” you say in return. “We’re heading towards east this time. Tommy claims. There are riders.” It is obvious by his tone that he mocks with his brother. You nod as a response to his explanation and you both start walking. You know, silence is better to search the area but it makes you so uneasy. You want to talk to him desperately. “So, why you and Tommy decided to not to be partners anymore?” you ask, your tone is louder than you expected. “You wanna get attention of clickers or sumthin?” he is not mad, it’s his usual grumpiness but still you feel ashamed. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “sorry.” You murmur, this time your tone is quiet. “He was being a pain in the ass, I’m sick of his bullshit.” He answers your question without looking at your face, you are grateful for that. You hum in return while you keep on walking. It’s still dark outside and cold. You wish you were in your warm bed. But the man who is walking right beside you seems so unbothered. He doesn’t care about the cold or how dark it is. It is as if he is living for the sake of living. You study his demeanor, trying to be sneaky. “Is there sumthin on my face?” “no, i- I’m sorry.” “well, you should focus on the road not me.” his tone is amused this time, not annoyed, not grumpy. You see a smile dancing around his lips, it is not a smile but it’s the best you got which sort of encourages you. “I can do both” “Aren’t you sumthin?” he chuckles, you made him smile.

That little conversation is all you need for you to have a crush on Joel. Not that you had not anything towards him but it was not a strong feeling whatsoever. But the moment you were able to make him smile. Well, it worsens the situation. For the rest of the road, you are mostly quiet. The sun is about to rise, the sky is turning into a lighter shade of blue. The birds chirping. It almost sounds peaceful. In the middle of an apocalypse. You can’t help but laugh audibly. Joel turns towards you with a questioning look on his face. “I was thinking how peaceful it felt. The sky seems so pretty, birds are chirp-“Joel covers your mouth with one of his hands and yanks you to a tree trunk which sends a shock to your body. While you try to grasp what is the reason behind this, he gestures with his other hand to be quiet. You nod in return and both of you listen carefully. You hear the clickers around. High pitched screams of a bunch of them fill the woods. It’s disturbing. You are grateful for it though, it distracts you from thinking how close your bodies are, how one of his hands is on your mouth. After he gives you the que you wait in silence, you kill them one by one. “Morning exercise I guess.” You say. “Yeah, right.” He replies grumpily and rolls his eyes. Here he is again, the Joel you are familiar with. It is saddening honestly. Witnessing a side of him which he only shows people whom he really cares and trusts, which you crave to be one.

You look at your pocket watch it reads 8.45. Morning sun shines through the sky, it is warmer than a couple of hours earlier. You still have more than three hours and frankly, after your last unsuccessful attempt to make him talk, you give up. Morning sun hits his face in a way that invigorates his handsome features. You want to reach his face and caress his cheeks, kiss tip of his nose. Of course, you can’t do any of that, how could you? You don’t even know him, he doesn’t even know you. It’s just your hormones talking, you assure yourself. “Cat got your tongue?” he questions your silence. “Huh?” “You seem lost in your thoughts. You were chatty earlier.” “I thought you would be annoyed if I talk too much.” “Yeah, you thought that right.” Well, he is honest at least. You don’t say anything back. He breaks the silence when you find an old shed. “I know this is safe, I’ve been there before you wanna rest a bit? Before heading back to Jackson?” even though staying in a small space with Joel for a couple of hours seems like not a good idea your feet hurt from all that walking and fighting with clickers was draining so you decide it’s for the best “Yeah, sure.” He opens the door and checks out the shed just in case then nudges his head for you to get inside. There is a mirror at the corner. It has cracks here and there and sort of rusty but you can see your reflection.

You sit on a moldy couch, it’s not the best thing to sit but at least better it is than floor. He sits right next to you, you are pretty close to each other. This surprises you but considering it is the only somewhat comfortable thing in this place it should not. The silence is too loud. You want to speak, to say something but you don’t know what to say. It’s as if you forgot how to talk, as if all the words in you have lost their meanings. The hand on your thigh jerks you awake from your thoughts. You look at his hand on your thigh then his eyes. He looks at you as if he is about to devour you. Even if you dreamt about this before, it feels different when he really touches you. You feel shy all of a sudden. “Darlin’ you thought I didn’t realize how you look at me?” his raspy tone sends shivers down on your spine. You want to give in and let him fuck you senseless but a part of you still wants to resist. You clearly have no idea how this thing is going to work or what he really wants. “What? You must be dreaming Joel.” You chuckle nervously. “I most certainly am not.” His hand moves up and up till your crotch but he doesn’t touch there yet. “Tell me darlin’” he leans on your ear, his breath tickles your neck, you’re sitting side by side but you want him on top of you. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.” “Fine, okay. I want you.” you try not to sound so desperate but the last part of your sentence comes out as whining. “Atta girl, was that so hard?” he murmurs and cups your crotch through your jeans. He doesn’t dip his fingers, not yet. He leaves wet kisses all over your neck. You do something bold and climb on his thigh. His large hands find their places on your waist. You kiss him deeply. Your tongues dance with harmony. You get wetter with each passing second and press yourself on his thigh a little more. He moans into your mouth. “Naughty, naughty” a smirk spreads across his mouth. You grind on his thigh more and more; the tension is unbearable at this point. “Joel, do something!” you burrow your face in the crook of his neck “Do what darlin?” “Fuck me Joel.” Your voice comes muffled. You bite down on his neck. he cradles you and take you in front of the mirror which you saw earlier. You are confused. “What are you doing?” you ask him. “Just want you to see everything.”

You are standing before the mirror; Joel is pressed behind you. His cock is nestled between your ass cheeks. His movements are slow, you still have a couple of hours left and everywhere seemed clear so you can take your time. But you are so restless. He takes off your coat, then your shirt, then your bra. You’re half naked. Your reflection in the mirror startles you. You are as much eager as Joel. He cups your right tit. His calloused fingers brush your hardened nipple while he licks your neck. You gasp with the overwhelming feeling. You’re dripping cunt flutters against nothing. You want him inside. “Joel” you moan. He bites your shoulder in return. You both watch your reflections in the mirror. You take one of his hands that are on your waist and slide it into your panties, he takes the hint, an amused laugh leaves his lips but he does not want to tease you so he starts toying with your clit while leaving wet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. While his thumb circles around your clit and he dips his middle finger to your hole. “Aren’t you a slut, hm? Waiting for me to fuck this hole of yours?” You moan to the vulgarity of his words. He adds a second finger, hitting just the right spots. The overwhelming sensation takes over your whole body, you feel weak in the knees and rest your back against his chest more and more. At this point you look like a body with two heads. You feel your first orgasm is about to hit. “Joel ‘m close, I’m so close.” You coo, “let it go baby girl. You’re such a good girl for me, let it go darlin’” he whispers to your ear. You don’t even hesitate to ruin his fingers with your cum. He takes his fingers off of you and licks them. You see the reflection in the mirror. It feels so unholy. You feel as if a sinner, for letting a man who’s the same age as your father, if he was alive, to finger fuck you. “Now darling, I want more. I want to my cock in that sweet pussy of yours. I want to eat you out.” “Yes Joel, please.” Your voice sounds so needy that you cringe. “I want you to watch baby girl. Every second of it.”

He lays down his coat to the floor and then lays you down on it. Unbuttons your jeans and strips down the rest of your clothes. He starts kissing your neck and makes his way down while leaving kisses on your torso. His tongue finds his way on your clit, it moves with ease. You grip a fist full of his hair and press him against your pussy more. The warmth of his tongue mixed with the warmth of your pussy sends shock waves to your body. He eats you out with such ease and pleasantly. Your moans fill the old shed. Then Joel stops, “time to take my cock darling’” he coos and unbuttons his jeans. Cold air hits your glistening folds, makes you shiver. He takes off his jeans and boxers. His fat cock is up against his belly. Your mouth waters, you want to take it to your mouth. He catches your hungry eyes. “Next time darling’”. His tip shines with pre cum. He is hard as a rock. He checks on the mirror, to see your reflections, you do the same. You can’t name the feels in you at the moment because it feels nice. He leans on your body and aligns his cock with your entrance. “You ready?” you nod eagerly. It has been a while-3 years to be precise- since you last got laid and you don’t have that much experience but you want to hide this fact from Joel. Once he pushes himself inside you, you scream. Then you adjust to his size and he picks up his once slower pace. “So wet and tight for me. So pretty.” He mutters in your ear. “good girl, aren’t you a sweet girl for me, darlin’?” you nod, he grabs you by the throat, “Answer me!” his tone is demanding, his gaze is dark. “Yes, yes Joel” you answer but frankly, you don’t even know what was he saying. Your hips move in sync. He is close “Where do you want me to come, darling?” “Inside” you say. You come together.  He fills you up. After you’re both done, he lays on you. You wrap your arms around his torso. It feels so intimate. You have so many questions you want to ask. But you don’t know how he will respond. You clearly have a crush on him but you are not sure if he feels something towards you or if it was just a bodily pleasure. You decide to wait for him to take the first step.

You lay there for almost half an hour. Then he speaks “It’s almost 11 a.m., we better get going.” You can’t tell if he sounds distant or not. He helps you to get up and you wear your clothes and he does the same. You leave the shed and head towards Jackson. He does not talk; you don’t want to talk as well. But you have more than two hours of walking distance so after a while you are so bored of silence and curiosity eats you alive. “what’s gonna happen now?” you ask expecting for him to say something positive. “Nothing.” he almost barks. You are stunned by the tone of his. “Oh?” is all you can say. “Look, it was a mistake, I shouldn’t be so reckless. You forget what happened, I’ll do the same.” It hurts you. He is so blunt and there is no emotion behind his words. You feel so stupid for even thinking this could have led to something. You feel tears sting to your eyes but try to hold them back. You have no intention to feel smaller in front of this monster of a man. You are unsuccessful though. He hears you sniffing, does not look at you. He does not want to feel more guiltier than this. “Now, don’t cry on me.” he wants to sound harsh; he wants you to hate him so that you will never like him. It does not help. He wants you to be safe and being closer to him is not the safest option.

You can see Jackson, you’re close. That means you can go to your home and cry for hours. Your sadness leaves its place to anger. “You know, you are a disgusting man. You gave me hope and now you’re leaving me like this.” You know that is not the truth but you want to hurt him. “You are right about that. But I didn’t think you could be this naïve to fall for me.” “You deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she would’ve hated you.” You can see the burning flame in his eyes. For a second you think he will smack you across your face but he does not instead he grabs your arm tightly. “Just because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ain’t me. You’re nobody.” He leaves your arm and walks towards his home. You stand there like a fool you tried to hurt him but he did it. You start to walk as well, Maria approaches you. “So, how was your patrol? You seem pale.” “It was okay, a couple of clickers, nothing unusual.” Your voice cracks, she looks at you worriedly. “please, I don’t want to talk.” You explain and she nods. You open your door and enter your house. The moment the door shut closed you start crying.

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller hbo #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #kinktober #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #fanfic #joel miller angst

[almond-tofuuu]

Zayne x reader break up prank on him?!? How'd he react?!?

Break up prank on Dr Zayne?! Ofc it's only a prank, none of us would actually wanna leave this man 😚

Playing with hearts💙

Warnings: none except for bad writing and a little bit of angst (happy ending tho bc I cannot bear to hurt this man 😭)

It all began on a lazy afternoon, the sunlight filtering softly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Tara found yourselves with an unexpected surplus of free time. With no urgent missions or reports looming over your heads, you decided to indulge in a few rounds of kitty cards.

As you shuffled the deck, Tara's mischievous grin hinted at an impending scheme. "How about we up the stakes a bit?" she suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Winner gets to choose a dare for the loser."

You paused, considering her proposal. You'd been on a winning streak so far, your kitty card skills unmatched. With a shrug and a confident smile, you agreed, eager for the challenge.

But fate had other plans.

"...I lost?" you muttered to yourself, disbelief washing over you as you stared at the cards in your hand. Tara had orchestrated a flawless victory, leaving you stunned and humiliated. She reveled in her triumph, a victorious gleam in her eyes.

With a resigned sigh, you accepted your defeat and braced yourself for Tara's dare. Little did you know, it would lead to a moment of unexpected turmoil.

Which brings you to where you are now, standing awkwardly outside of Zayne's office as he's typing away on his laptop, oblivious to your current predicament. Tara's 'brilliant dare' was for you to pull a prank on Zayne, pretending to breakup with him, and as a woman of your word, you were determined to see it through. However, as you hovered in the doorway, watching your loving boyfriend hard at work, you couldn't help but feel guilty about what you were about to do. Taking a deep breath you put your nerves aside and sauntered up to his desk. Hearing you approach, Zayne raised his head to look at you, a small smile gracing his face and his eyes softening upon seeing you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you until later tonight, what brings you here, love? You haven't gotten yourself injured again, have you?" Zayne asks gently, his eyes scanning your body for any signs of injuries.

Your resolve wavered as you met his gaze, his concern melting away your confidence. But you pressed on, determined to execute the prank with finesse.

"No, Zayne, I'm not injured.... But I think we need to talk" you try to keep your voice steady as you speak, knowing Zayne is very perceptive so you need to do this right if you want to successfully prank him.

"Oh, it sounds like you've got something important to tell me" Zayne's brow furrowed, sensing the gravity of your words. He rose from his desk, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch with a gentle touch, "go on, what is it you need to say, love?"

As you prepared to deliver the fake breakup, guilt weighed heavy on your heart. But you steeled yourself, unable to back down now. With a deep breath, you uttered the words, your voice barely above a whisper, "I-... I think we should break up..."

One second passes.....then two, three, four.... The silence is suffocating. After 30 seconds of no response from him, you sigh and look up at him, assuming he already realised it was a prank. However, when you finally see his face, your heart breaks. His brows were furrowed in confusion, lips parted slightly as if he's trying to speak but can't quite get the words out, and his eyes, you've never seen such raw emotion in his eyes, and you realise they're glossy with tears he is trying desperately to hold back. Before you could retract your words, Zayne spoke, his voice laced with pain.

"I see... I'm sorry that you're not longer happy with me... I'm aware that my work takes up a lot of my time, and perhaps I haven't given you as much attention as you deserve..." he trails off, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he fights to keep his composure.

In that moment, you curse yourself for agreeing to that damn bet. Your facade shatters, tears blurring your vision as you reach for him, hands gently cradling his face, desperate to undo the damage. "No, Zayne, please don't think like that!" you pleaded, your voice breaking. "You make me feel like the most special girl in the world! It was just a prank, a really stupid prank. I love you, Zayne."

"A prank?..... You mean, you don't actually want to break up?" Zayne's eyes search yours, hopeful that you're telling the truth.

Nodding, you reply earnestly "Yes, it's all because I lost a bet with Tara. I love you, Zayne, I don't want to break up with you"

It takes him a minute to fully register what you had said, but when he finally does he exhales a shaky sigh of relief, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest, head buried in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent, trying to calm himself. You both stay like that for a few minutes, Zayne refusing to let you go, his voice barely audible as he softly whispers into your ear "please don't ever do that again.... I can't bear the thought of losing you... You are everything to me"

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #fic #its just a prank i swear #im so sorry #pls forgive me #i don't want to hurt you zayne #i love this man so deeply

[octoberclidan]

Are You Okay?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Reader (she/her) is a hunter who lives in the bunker and helps out with hunts, but tends to stick more to the research side of things. Sam is unable to go on the hunt due to a previous injury that hasn't healed yet, so Dean asks the reader to go with him and let Sam do the research. Reader gets hurt on hunt, Dean feels guilty, they both end up comforting the other.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Story:

[Y/N] was sitting on her bed in the bunker, flicking through a book she had found in the library earlier that morning on vampires that she hadn't read yet. Pillow propped up behind her back on the headboard, soft blanket covering her legs, it was a comfortable, quiet morning. Sam had found a new case not far from the bunker that sounded a lot like vampires. In the past, [Y/N] would accompany the boys on hunts; she was skilled with a variety of weapons, was quick to think on her feet, and it helped having a third set of eyes. A few months ago however, [Y/N] had made a stupid mistake on what should have been a simple salt and burn. She had been tired, completely misread the situation, and ended up causing the victim to get hurt. No one died, but it had taken away a lot of [Y/N]'s confidence. She had resigned to taking on more of a research role rather than joining the boys out in the field. This was something both of them had made known that they weren't happy with; they missed having her out there with them.

The quiet was disturbed by a loud knock on the door, followed by the door cracking open to reveal Dean on the other side, who never seemed to wait for answer between knocking and opening when it came to doors. Dean pushed the door open and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. He looked at [Y/N] and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes, why, is that a crime now?"

Dean shook his head and uncrossed his arms, stepped toward [Y/N]'s bed and motioned for her to move her feet so he could sit at the end of her bed. With a huff of fake annoyance, she moved her feet and felt the bed dip as he sat beside her.

"There's a change of plans with the hunt we found last night, Sam still can't walk with his leg" Dean explained.

"What? I thought you called Cas to come heal him last night?"

"Yeah, he didn't answer. He must still be tied up with whatever angel shit is going on in Heaven".

"Right, well you're not planning on doing the hunt solo, are you?" [Y/N] closed her book and placed it beside her before folding her arms and waiting for Dean's answer. She wouldn't put it past him to take it upon himself to clear out a nest of vampires on his own. He slapped his hand down on her leg playfully and grinned at her.

"Nope! You're gonna come with me, just like old times" he winked at her.

"Dean... I haven't been on an actual hunt in months, I don't know. I'm more than happy to help out with the research, isn't there someone else you can ask to help you? Garth? Jody?" [Y/N] nervously started picking at the cover of her vampire book.

"I have Sam for research this time, I need you out there with me [Y/N]" he gave her a small smile of encouragement.

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm just not ready to get back out there. Not to mention I'm out of practice, even if I didn't mess up due to stupidity, I'm not as fit as I was months ago, I'd only slow you down and end up putting you in danger" [Y/N] was avoiding Dean's gaze, becoming increasingly interested in picking off a piece of the crumbling leather on the cover of the book.

Dean reached forward, placing his index finger and thumb on either side of [Y/N]'s jaw and moved her head gently, forcing her to look at him. "You're more than capable of helping, and not just by researching. You're one of the best shooters I've ever met Sweetheart".

"Not much use with vampires Dean, it's a bit hard to decapitate someone with a gun".

"True, but it's a lot easier to decapitate a vamp when it's been shot with a dart full of dead man's blood". Dean stood up from the bed and extended his hand to [Y/N]. "Come on, Sam's figured out the general area that they're hiding, we'll be in and out and back here before tonight".

***

[Y/N] spent the entire car ride to the abandoned warehouse worrying about how the hunt was going to go down. They had narrowed down the location of the nest and were anticipating two, or maybe three vamps at most. Dean was relaxed, tapping his fingers on the wheel in time with his music and humming along. [Y/n] couldn't help but smile, seeing him relaxed, enjoying his music, on his way to kill a bunch of monsters. Dean was in his element. She'd been harbouring a bit of a crush on the hunter for awhile now. Dean was tall, strong, charming, made [Y/N] feel safe and wanted, and she cared deeply for him. She knew he cared about her too, which just worried her, thinking that he would put her safety above his own, and that she would end up putting his life in danger by joining him on this hunt.

"Are you okay? You know it's like riding a bike, hunting?"

"Yeah Dean I'm fine, I think riding a bike is a lot safer than hunting though"

Dean scoffed and reached over to pat [Y/N]'s thigh, sending a small shock of electricity through her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks from his touch, and looked away out the window hoping he didn't notice. "We have a plan [Y/N]. We survey the outside, figure out where they are, then you shoot them and I chop their heads off. We'll stick together the entire time, you've nothing to worry about" Dean smiled at her and gave her thigh a small squeeze before returning his hand to the steering wheel, which brought [Y/N] both relief and disappointment.

***

When they arrived at the warehouse they stayed in the car watching for signs of movement, then together, made their way around the building. There appeared to be two doors, one at the front and one at the back. [Y/N] knew that it made more sense for one of them to take the front and the other to take the back, but Dean had been adamant about sticking together.

"Dean we should probably split up. There's no point in both of us going through one door, that just leaves room for them to escape out the other" [Y/N] pointed out. He knew she was right, if the two of them went through one door, the vampires would easily escape before the hunters had the chance to shoot them with the dead man's blood darts they had with them, and the entire hunt would have been pointless. He didn't like it, but he couldn't argue with her logic.

"Fine, I'll head around the back. You go in through the front door, try shoot if you can, scare them so they try leave out the back door where I'll be waiting for them"

[Y/N] nodded in agreement and turned to start walking towards the front door when Dean grabbed her wrist. "[Y/N], if anything doesn't go according to plan, if one of them tries to attack you, you get out of there immediately, alright? You get out, head straight to Baby, and drive. Here, take the keys"

"Dean I'm not taking the keys. If this goes south I am not just going to drive off and leave you here, don't be ridiculous" [Y/N] shook her head and pulled her arm back from him. "You go around to the back, I'll wait a couple minutes and then I'll go in, shoot them, we cut their heads off, we drive back to the bunker and job done. That's the plan right?" She smiled at him

Dean just sighed and nodded, mumbling something while putting his keys back in his pocket. He then left to walk around the back of the warehouse. [Y/N], holding both the little dart gun filled with dead man's blood and her machete, made her way over to the front door of the building. After waiting a couple of minutes, she pushed the door open. Two surprised vampires snapped their heads in her direction before jumping up and turning towards the back door. Quickly, [Y/N] took aim and manged to hit the closer one, causing him to fall to the ground clutching his neck. The other one had made it to the back door, only to be met by Dean Winchester, swinging his machete and chopping her head clean off. [Y/N] started towards the one on the ground when Dean looked up to smile at her, it was nice when hunts went according to plan. His face quickly fell however when he spotted a third vampire right beside her. "[Y/N] to your right!"

[Y/N] moved to turn her head to her right but it was too late, the vampire had charged at her, knocking her to the ground and hitting her head off the concrete floor. He then made a dash for the door that [Y/N] had come through, but Dean was too quick. Dean pulled the vampire back by his collar, pushing him to the floor before slicing his head off. He quickly went back to the other vampire on the floor, giving him the same treatment. Dean then rushed to [Y/N] and fell to his knees beside her, slipping a hand under her neck and pressing his other to the left side of her chest, feeling for a heartbeat.

"[Y/N] can you open your eyes for me Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

[Y/N] was awake but was struggling to open her eyes, a dull throb at the back of her head. Dean's hand moved from her chest to cup her cheek.

"Hey, hey [Y/N] you're gonna have to open your eyes for me okay? You're okay, just open your eyes, please." Dean pleaded with her. With much effort, she managed to open her eyes, straining to try and focus on the green eyes frantically searching for recognition. Dean let out a sigh of relief when her eyes locked onto his, moving the hand under neck down to her shoulders, and the other one beneath her knees. He lifted her up and walked out to the car, gently laying her in Baby's back seat.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked into her eyes. "You stay awake for me until we back to the bunker okay? No falling asleep. We'll get you back and have a proper look at your head. Fuck [Y/N] I am so, so sorry I forced you to come out here with me". He looked away from her now, the guilt starting to replace the panic. He felt a squeeze on his hand and looked back up to her, to see her smiling softly at him.

"I'm okay Dean, I feel more awake now, it's probably just a minor concussion". Dean couldn't quite manage to smile back at her but he did return the squeeze in her hand before closing the back door and slipping into the driver's seat.

***

Dean carried [Y/N] down the stairs of the bunker. The sound of his steps drew Sam out from the library, and when he saw [Y/N] he hobbled over to them as quickly as he could, his leg still causing issues.

"[Y/N]? Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine Sam, we got the vamps, I just hit my head is all."

"Okay, Dean can you lay her down on her bed and I'll take a look?"

Dean nodded and began walking towards the bedrooms. He didn't stop at [Y/N]'s room, he continued walking towards his own. He pushed open the door and lay her down on the bed before sitting down beside her. "Memory foam, you'll be more comfortable here".

"Thanks Dean. I really am fine though, I'll just have a headache probably". He didn't answer, but he took her hand in his and held it while they waited for Sam. Once Sam came into the room to check her over, Dean left to go find a beer in the kitchen.

***

"She's going to be fine, I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a concussion. She said she doesn't think she blacked out or anything, just was a bit out of it when she fell. She'll have a headache tomorrow for sure and probably a bruise to go along with it, but she'll be good as new after a night's rest. She should probably rest for the day tomorrow too."

"Thanks Sammy." Dean took a swig of his bottle.

"You okay man?"

"Yup."

"Why don't you tell her?"

"Tell her what Sam?"

"How you feel?"

"What like shit? Like she told me she didn't want to come with me and I forced her into it and almost got her killed and now I can't even look at her without the guilt killing me?"

"No, that you have feelings for her."

Dean scoffed and continued his drink, and Sam sighed, leaving Dean to his thoughts.

***

A couple hours and a couple more bottles later, Dean figured it was late enough that [Y/N] was probably asleep. He made his way to his room, quietly opening the door to a dark room. He took off his shoes and shrugged off his flannel, keeping on the t-shirt underneath. He changed his jeans into pyjama bottoms and slid into his bed on the empty side. He kept his distance from her, not wanting to invade her personal space more than he'd already had to that day.

"I'm sorry [Y/N]." He whispered to her sleeping form. "I thought you were gone. When I saw your eyes closed, and you were lying still on the floor... I can't lose you. You and Sam and Cas, you're my family, I can't lose any of you. I need you."

"I love you too Dean". She whispered, turning around to face him. His eyes widened, and he felt embarrassed that she had just heard everything he confessed.

"Are you-"

"I'm okay Dean". She shuffled towards him a little and he opened his arms, letting her lay her head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her and softly kissed her forehead. She drew little patterns on his chest while he did the same with her shoulder. [Y/N] was lulled to sleep by Dean's consistent breathing, and he was comforted by hers. She was okay, she was safe in his arms, and she loved him. Sam was right, Dean was in love with [Y/N].

The end

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[bluenotes75]

Aonunete oneshot

Originally posted on tiktok : @preachneteyam

Theme : friends in denial having a sleepover

fan art : maridee_arts

Aonung stared at the ceiling as he lay on the bed. He had tried absolutely everything: from counting sheep to watching to asmr.

Yet, no matter what he did, he couldn't sleep.

The reason was simple. His mind kept wandering to a certain someone sleeping in the room right next to him.

Yeah, Neteyam.

He knew this sleepover was a bad idea. What did he expect from an activity organized by Lo'ak?

Yet, he hadn't found it in him to refuse when his sister practically begged him to participate - their parents refused to let her go to the Sully’s house alone.

…and maybe Neteyam was also another reason why he agreed. He was his best friend after all.

Either way, he found himself in their living room with a unique thought in his head: passing time with Teyam. He already knew he would have fun in his presence.

What is funnier, however, is that things never went go as planned. Barely 20 minutes into the evening, Tuk stole Neteyam from him and stuck to his side the whole night.

While anyone could think it was an innocent action, Ao'nung knew she did it out of spite for not buying her McDonald's the previous day. (broke after spending all his money on Neteyam, Tsireya and Tuk).

So here he was, unable to close an eye or even think of how to make peace with Tuk no matter how hard he tried. He was in Neteyam withdrawal and he wanted to see the boy so badly.

After an umpteenth failed attempt at falling asleep, the light-skinned boy made up his mind and stood up determined: he would get his daily Neteyam dose. He headed toward the oldest Sully brother’s room and knocked on the door.

No answer.

After a second try, he opened the door to find an immobile silhouette on the bed, submerged in darkness. The dark-skinned boy’s soft snores were all that could be perceived in the quietness of the room.

He walked up to the bed and bent to reach Neteyam's level.

“Tey,” he whispered.

No answer.

The pretty boy was far too lost in his slumber to react. Ao’nung felt guilty for what he was about to do, he didn't want to cut short his hours of sleep, but the need to stay with Neteyam was stronger.

He shook Neteyam’s shoulder softly.

“Uh ?” the dark-skinned boy woke up in confusion, and squinted at the shadow facing him before softening his expression.

“ Oh, it's you Nung.’’

He slowly sat, his amber eyes staring right back at Ao'nung who watched in silence.

“You seem sad, is everything alright ?”

At the question, the wavy-haired boy pulled out his acting skills. He was aware of Neteyam's soft spot for him being sad and he was going to use it to his advantage.

“I had a nightmare,” he whispered, somber expression matching his tone.

The shorter looked surprised by his words, but that startlement soon melted into fondness. He scooped to the left and tapped the space beside him.

“Wanna sleep next to me?” he then asked in the usual gentle tone that Ao'nung has been missing all day.

The latter nodded eagerly, biting the inside of his cheek in hope of hiding his grin as he settled down next to his friend. Neteyam laid to face him and adjusted the bed cover over their bodies.

“You feel better now ?”

Ao’nung nodded before closing his eyes. Just being in Neteyam's presence made him feel much better. Yet, a few minutes later, he was still wide awake.

The small size of the bed made his skin brush against Neteyam’s at each shift. And each contact left a burn on his skin.

It wasn't enough. He wanted to feel Neteyam against himself. So much, it ached.

He stared at the object of his yearning who seemed to be back in his peaceful slumber. From closer, he could study him better, the darkness barely being an obstacle anymore. Neteyams long lashes, his nose adorned with freckles, his lips…

He swallowed. Sometimes he just wanted to-

Ao'nung looked away as his heart clenched. He couldn't let his mind wander to things about his friend. What would Neteyam think of him? Before he could beat himself over it, his eyes fell on another detail.

The red octopus plush Neteyam was hugging.

Two things crossed his mind. First, how precious the was scenery. The shorter one looked so adorable and Aonung was screaming inside.

Second, was how much he wanted to be that plush. Why was Neteyam hugging it instead of him?

He frowned and glared at the plush. Tuk already stole Neteyam, nothing would get his friend's time except for him.

'Watch and see,’ he mocked the poor plush as he rose on his elbows, making the mattress bend under him.

“I'm still sad, can we hug,” he let out before freezing at his own boldness.

Yet, Neteyam seemed too tired to notice as he opened his eyes faintly, sleep having returned to his body. He then opened his arms as an invitation after setting the plushy next to his pillow.

Ao'nung didn’t waste a second to slip into the hold, wrapping his own arms around Neteyam’s waist and hiding his nose right above his collarbone. The latter adjusted his position at the same time, and his braids fell on Nung's shoulders.

The taller sighed in satisfaction as Neteyam's body heat as well as the fruity scent of his shampoo invaded him. Soon after, he felt arms tighten around his neck and fingers play with his locks. He knew it was his friend’s way of comforting him and the embrace was just how he expected it to be :

Soft, welcoming and solacing.

“What about now,” Neteyam’s gentle tone caressed his ear.

“Way better,” Ao’nung whispered as he felt sleep slowly overpower his body.

But that peaceful state didn't last for long.

“You are such a big baby,” Neteyam giggled.

Suddenly energized, Ao'nung jerked up, a fake offended expression painted on his features.

“Hey ! I'm a man,”

Neteyam rose his eyebrow with a teasing grin.

“If that's what helps you sleep tonight,”

Aonung gasped before quitting the hold.

“You are so evil,'' he wiped a nonexistent tear.'' Tuk is rubbing off on you,”

Neteyam giggled once again, before opening his arm wide open.

“I'm joking Nungie, come back here.”

''Why should I? You are so mean,''

''You can also go back to your ro-''

Ao'nung took back his comfortable position with no further complaints.

“Good night,” he heard Neteyam laugh above him.

Silence fell over them as he thought of what to answer.

“With you, it will be for sure. Thank you tesoro,” he finally whispered as he tightened his hold on Neteyam's middle and laid his head on his chest, not noticing the boy's blush. Something else had caught his attention.

“Neteyam?”

''hmm,''

“Your heart is beating so fast,”

The shorter tensed at his words. When Aonung tried to face him, he had hidden his face in his pillow.

“Shut up and sleep,” the boy's muffled voice came out.

“Yes.”

Ao'nung fought down his smirk and soon, he let sleep overpower his body.

And if he stuck his tongue out at the now lonely octopus plush watching them, that's a secret between him and Morpheus.

Extra

Neteyam waited until faint snores filled his ears to finally let go of the breath he was holding. He watched fondly the usual confident boy now sleeping in his arms. It was so cute.

He then blushed as he remembered Ao'nung's hands around his waist. For some reason, it made them more flustered than it should, and he couldn't help but hide his face behind his hands.

His heart skipped a beat as his mind wandered back to the nickname Ao'nung had called him earlier: 'tesoro'. The boy would only call him like that on rare occasions. Until this day, Ao'nung had refused to tell him its meaning and all Neteyam knew was that it was from his first language.

He also knew it made him feel special.

When the shorter felt his cheek heat again, he decided it was enough pining for the night. He pecked the top of Ao'nung’s head, before hugging him tighter and finally closing his own eyes.

The end

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[blu3-j]

I gave in. I'm doing it. I'm writing the fanfiction. Here you go, besties!

Reader X Barnaby and Wally

Good Afternoon Rests

Platonic or romantic?: You can read it however you like! I don't blame you for either.

Tw: none!

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It had been a good few months since you had "moved" to the neighborhood Home. "Moved" as in you woke up one morning in a house within the neighborhood with no explanation as to how you got there from your apartment back in your old world. As it turned out, humans didn't exist here, as did living puppets in your world. The crew had been quite surprised upon meeting their new neighbor. They didn't have a single clue as to what you were! Not even Frank had any ideas. He scoured relentlessly through Howdy's book selection and through his own book collection (despite his entire collection being all about bugs) and never found a thing about these so called "humans."

You did things they could never even fathom: eating, drinking, being in water without having to deal with barely being able to move due to the water-soaked stuffing, even breathing. Well some ideas were more common than others. Despite not needing to eat and keeping food around more as more of a fun activity to make or as art, they knew that there are puppets out there that could eat if the wanted to, like Wally. But they were fascinated nonetheless. And teeth were a rare thing to see on puppets. There were puppets out there that had a few teeth, like buck-teeth or fangs. Never before had they seen as many teeth in one person's mouth as you did.

Even though they didn't quite understand how you worked, where you came from, and what exactly you are, they still welcomed you with bright smiles and open arms.

"Welcome home!"

Currently, you were hanging out with Wally and Barnaby. The two best buds had invited you to a small hangout. Barnaby wanted to test a few new jokes and funny stories, and Wally wanted to practice his art skills by painting the two of you together.

Wally was still getting used to the more stiff and solid silhouette you had compared to the puppets. Unlike you, they didn't have any skeletal structure, so often times their bodies could squish and flail anywhere and anyhow they wanted, so long as their felt didn't rip in the process. Wally loved the practice he got from attempting to paint or draw you. Had had an excuse to take in all of your looks without making you uncomfortable! Oh, how he hated that it made you feel as such! He felt so guilty when you finally explained to him how his staring made you feel. You were just so interesting, and he wanted you to know you had his full attention! He couldn't help himself. Asking you to be his muse also gave him a chance to get to know you more personally, and how he just loved hearing your stories of your world while he painted you. It was so fascinating! And your voice, oh how he could listen to it all day. It was his favorite sound, afterall.

Meanwhile, Barnaby loved joking around with everyone, but he knew he would get the most reaction out of you. He had to admit, he found it endearing how much your eyes could sparkle and light up with joy! And he could tell what kind of mood you were in so much easier with just a small wrinkle on your face, or how much you squished or scrunched your face up with joy or disgust. While puppets could express their emotions just as well as anybody else could, you had the ability to add onto that! You didn't have as many limits as some puppets did (like Frank being unable to smile or Wally being unable to frown) and some of your human features just added more. (Like your eyes being wet all the time so they could shine more.) It meant all the world to him and more when he got you to laugh.

It was a warm sunny day, and you and Barnaby had taken shelter in the shade under a beautiful large tree. Wally was sat in front of the two of you, the canvas sitting on its easel blocking him from you view until he occasionally peaked out to get a better look at his best friends. Barnaby glanced down to you at his side and smirked.

"Hey, Y/N," he started. Wally peaked over from behind his canvas upon hearing the large dog's voice. You looked up to Barnaby and smiled, quick to catch onto his tone of voice. He always had this certain tone of voice when he was about to crack a joke. Like a cool chill breeze before a heat wave. "What do you call a well-balanced horse?" You felt a small cheesy grin make its way on your face.

"What?" You asked, feeling like a giddy child waiting for an answer. You could barely hold back your giggles when you saw Barnaby's smirk turn into a wide grin. He waited a few moments, checking to make sure the two of you were looking at him before he continued, letting his voice fall flat.

"Stable." Wally threw his head back a little and laughed, that monotone laugh of his mixing with your giggles and echoing through the nearby area.

After his laughter died down, Wally managed out a "Oh, Barnaby!" His eyes widened a little as he pulled his paintbrush away from the canvas. "Oh, that reminds me, Barnaby..." He continued, his voice soon drowned out to you.

You had let your mind wander and your gaze to the sky. The clouds were so fluffy today. The tree you all had been sat around was blooming and full of flowers. It was a beautiful day. And here you were with two of your best friends. A content sigh escaped your lips. It was such a nice day, and it was comforting to be around your friends. Who accepted every part of you, who comforted you when you became homesick, who took the time out of their day to something as peaceful as this with you. You felt your body relax, and you closed your eyes. Maybe a nap won't be so bad.

The two best buds had been carried away in their conversation, unknown to your sleeping figure. That was, until Barnaby felt a small weight against his side. Wally's gaze followed Barnaby's. Both of them chuckled. You had explained to them before the importance of sleep to humans, and what falling asleep in the middle of the day could mean. While puppets did need sleep, they often wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the day, even if they tried. They just were never in need of it. It was so endearing to them when you were found sleeping in the middle of a nearby meadow or up in a tree in the middle of the day.

As your mind traveled further into unconsciousness, two voices warmly called out to you. A final caring message before everything went dark on this warm dreamy afternoon.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N."

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[sleepykye]

A clueless Muichiro takes care of you when you are sick~

I REALLY HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LAST FANFIC I POSTED-

IT WAS SO SHORT IM SO SO SOOO SORRY 🤧

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

You were shivering on the top of the mountains as you made your way down. You didn't expect rain to suddenly pour down. You were completely drenched and quivering. All the slayers around you were particularly males. You had nobody to depend on as you didn't like to socialise and you had basically almost no friends at all.

( Forgive me for that part. I know you have friends right..? 🫠 )

Your hands were frozen cold as you sneezed and sneezed. The other slayers looked at you and decided to ignore it and put it off as something light. Not only that, the demon you were fighting used a blood demon art that was related to ice.

You got even colder as your hands felt like freezing at that point. Your nose was red already and your legs hurt. It felt like stopping, but you didn't. You slashed the head off the demon as the other slayers were injured. You felt like fainting but then you couldn't just abandon all these people here by being unconscious,right ?

You internally cursed at the person who made your uniform. You wished that he made one that was like muichiro or shinobu's uniform. Atleadt you wouldn't get cold easily. Your precious kimono was torn apart by the demon as you clenched at the torn parts.

It was then that someone embraced you, it was warm, you felt as if you've been saved. You were comforted by the embrace, it was then when you turned around, you saw muichiro behind you. You were shocked, honestly. Muichiro just put a hand over your eyes and said " Sleep. "

You woke up in a warm and comfortable place. The bed was super fluffy while the blanket kept you warm, you were super cold as you wrapped the blanket around you like as if you were a sushi !

But as time passed, you had been feeling terrible for the past few days, unable to shake off the persistent flu-like symptoms that had been plaguing you. nagi had been checking in on you regularly, bringing you soup and medicine, and even offering to stay with you until you felt better.

Muichiro was clearly at a loss when it came to taking care of you, but he was determined to try his best. he kept checking your temperature and offering to bring you anything you needed, even if he didn't always know what that was.

but as much as you appreciated his care and attention, you couldn't help feeling frustrated at his lack of knowledge when it came to taking care of a sick person. he kept asking if you were hungry or thirsty, without realizing that you had lost your appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

"Muichiro, I'm really not hungry," you said for what felt like the tenth time that day, as he held out a plate of food.

"oh, right," he says, looking sheepish. "I keep forgetting that you're sick."

you tried to hide your irritation, knowing that he was just trying to help. but it was hard to be patient when you were feeling so miserable.

"I'm sorry I'm not very good at this," he says, looking apologetic.

"it's okay," you replied, feeling a little guilty for being so frustrated with him. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

Muichiro gave you a small smile, looking relieved. "I just want you to feel better," he replied.

and even though he might not have been the most skilled caregiver, you knew that his heart was in the right place. and that was enough to make you feel a little better, even if you were still sick.

He made sure to send a letter to shinobu to ask how to take care of a sick person. When shinobu replied back, he drilled all the instructions into his mind so as not to forget. He even wrote it somewhere in a book so that next time when you get sick, you don't have to worry about him not being a good caretaker anymore.

When he returned to your side, you realised he was suddenly an expert. He damped the towel and put it on your forehead. He even made you medicinal tea. You were in disbelief at his sudden skills. But you couldn't help but enjoy this kind of rare treatments from him anyway. You smiled at yourself as you watched him take care of you.

He turned around to face you before saying with a blushing face

" I have decided , I'll give you my heart, and you can have it all for yourself. No matter what , you'll always have my heart, and I'll never have someone else's. You'll always be my lover , my soulmate, and my partner for life, my love. I've never loved someone this much before, and I don't think I could ever love anyone else . "

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

This draft took me foooorever. I was actually planning on just writing about the reader being sick 😞.

BUT THINGS WORKED OUT RIGHTT !!?

#muichiro #mist hashira #muichiro tokito #kny muichiro #mist pillar #muichiro tokito fluff #muichiro tokito x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n

[softpine]

ALL THE DIFFERENT GRIFFINS. IM SO. I NEED INFO. SPECIFICALLY ON GRIFFIN WITH A DAUGHTER??? DO U HAVE ANY ACTUAL THOUGHTS ABT THESE DIFFERENT AUS BC IM SO,,,,,

yesssss i would be happy to share each of the griffins lives!! i'll just run through them in order:

[major trigger warning for child abuse, attempted murder, etc. all the typical finn things]

1- inmate: he... did something... that i can't tell you yet... as a kid that got him sent to juvy for a few years. by the time he was released at 18, he had practically no life skills, no formal education, and the only people left in his life were other juvy kids. he tried to make the best of a shitty situation by changing his name, moving states, and starting over, but it wasn't long before he resorted to petty theft to make it by. his crimes escalated until he was eventually caught for armed robbery and sentenced to 25 to life. it was almost a relief to know that he wouldn't have to worry about making decisions anymore. he doesn't feel like he's ever been in charge of his own life, so being in prison is just more of the same.

2- drifter: he's still a teenager here. he successfully ran away from home as a kid, never got attacked, but instead of going to live with his aunt in new york, he's been living mostly on the road and in shelters ever since. he sticks to smaller towns, keeps a low profile, and makes a living doing odd jobs. he's safe, but lonely. asa knowing his name was a huge shock to him, because no one ever cares to ask his name.

3- kid: he hasn't hit the turning point in his life where every tiny decision can have life-altering consequences, so this is just a representation of almost every version of griffin at age 12. in this particular moment, he'd just gotten into a fight at school which he will be suspended for. i just think it's funny how he calls asa an old man lmao

4- survivor: he was obviously attacked. when he was found many days later, he was barely clinging to life. he suffered the most severe brain damage of all the versions of griffin we've seen, lost his eye, and has never quite recovered from the emotional and physical trauma. he has frequent seizures that leave him unable to work. it's rare that he even goes outside alone, so asa approaching him on the one day when he did choose to go for a walk by himself was not great timing. where this griffin differs is that he was adopted by his aunt after the attack, because his parents were actually charged with child abuse and neglect for their actions on the night of his attack (many people believe they were directly responsible, but it was never proven. they pled guilty to lesser charges to avoid an attempted murder trial). so griffin is actually in new york in that picture.

5- dad: he was attacked and left for dead, but in this universe, he was rescued within a few hours. his attacker had stabbed him in the arm with a broken beer bottle (this happened to all the versions of griffin who were attacked. it's why he wasn't able to fight back as hard). while he was being treated in the hospital, the wound got infected and his arm had to be amputated. the long healing process meant he had to rely on his parents for a ton of assistance and support. they were even more desperate to prove that they can be good parents and that they would never hurt their son, so the 3 of them all became pretty codependent. he lived at home with them until he was in his 30s, but then his dad died of a sudden heart attack (brought on by alcoholism, because he never quit drinking) and griffin realized it was time to move on. he married the daughter of one of his mom's friends, the first person he's ever dated, but their marriage dissolved a few years later for... a lot of reasons. they got a divorce before the baby was even born, but griffin tries to be the best father he possibly can be. he absolutely spoils her (you can see that based on the excessive playground equipment he bought for his yard lol) and she's his entire reason for living now, even though he only gets to see her every other week. he hopes she can stay for longer when she's older.

6- mechanic: griffin (and our finn, for that matter) was a huge nascar fan and his dream was to be a professional driver. that didn't exactly pan out for him, but he does enjoy being a mechanic. he's about 40 in that picture. he was never attacked, never ran away from home, and instead he endured the increasingly horrific abuse until he turned 18, moved out, and never talked to anyone in his family ever again. he prefers to be mostly solitary; never married, no kids, not even any friends, but he gets along with his coworkers well enough. he has an extremely hard time trusting that anyone has good intentions. in his free time, he restores & sells old furniture. his dream is to retire and move to the countryside.

7- sex worker: honestly, probably the most mentally stable griffin on this list... like don't get me wrong, he's still traumatized from the same childhood that every version of griffin shares, and i'm not saying his job is easy by any means, but he has a ton of friends who actually understand him and who he doesn't have to pretend with, he lives with his cousin liz who he's really close to, he keeps in contact with his parents but hardly ever sees them in person (which is exactly how he likes it), and he has a real sense of community. he was never attacked. he didn't run away from home when he was 12 like he planned, but instead waited until he was 14 and his parents allowed him to go live with his aunt with everyone's agreement. when liz, who is older than him, moved out to go to college, griffin followed her and they've been living together for years now. she's the only family member who knows what he does for work, so she makes sure to look out for him. oh also he's the only version of griffin we've seen that has a boyfriend?? he was supposed to say something about him in response to asa saying "i have a partner", but i cut it because i don't actually think griffin would offer that info up to a stranger, no matter how strangely trustworthy asa appears to be.

#if you only knew how many hundredsssss of versions of griffin that i could invent at the drop of a hat lmao #i don't even have to think about them they just float into my brain with no warning #bitchyybabyy400 #asks #nonsims #brandi answers

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 8

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC New as of 7/27/2023

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “What were you doing? You look guilty of something.” 

It’s been seven months since New York. I had a really hard time with my decision to not reach out to Dieter initially. Truth be told, I felt like I had lost a small piece of myself as soon as I deleted his number. I could still feel the hollow place to this day, but I made peace with my decision. It’s what I needed to do for me to get to a better place. I was so afraid of losing myself to someone again and I didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with it back then. Lauren still gave me absolute hell over my decision on a weekly basis.  

I went through a lot of changes during those months. I had been going to therapy regularly, really trying to focus on my mental health. I was learning more about how my marriage had affected me and often wondered how I ever let it get to that point. I was smarter than that and should have realized it sooner. My therapist had mentioned PTSD several times, but I refused to accept that diagnosis. I didn’t want to allow Justin to have that kind of lasting effect on me. The anxiety and depression I one hundred percent agreed with though. Anxiety was something I have struggled with my whole life and had managed fairly well until recent events. The depression was the result of the sometimes-debilitating anxiety episodes. I felt that having someone to just talk to about it really helped. I had opted out of medication even though she brought it up several times. I really felt like I could do it on my own, and I was. I was starting to feel like my old self. How I was before Justin came into the picture. I was slowly deprograming myself so that I was no longer the person he molded me into. In fact, I think I had made it a personal mission to be the exact opposite of what he had expected. It felt very empowering.  

The contract from the New York trip ended successfully. The measures that Carrington had allowed me to put into place before I left caught Jay Brooks in the act. Multiple times in fact. He was currently awaiting trial in jail for a long list of charges. I actually wished I could have been there to see his face when he came into work and was immediately arrested on the spot. Carrington was so happy with the work that he was jokingly threatening to steal me away from Aubrey, but I would never consider moving to New York. I did let him know I was available anytime he needed my consultation services though. He had started spreading the word about my skills and calls were starting to come in for new contracts. I was unable to take them all on, but Aubrey assured the clients I would be supervising the reviews. The whole experience had done wonders for my confidence, and I was proud of myself for pulling it off.    

True to her word, Aubrey did give me a big bonus and a promotion. I was now the Regional Director. It was more of a supervising and mentoring role that required less travel and allowed me to work from home most days. She offered it with the caveat that I handle any of the major accounts. She didn’t trust anyone else with those. Luckily, there were not many that fell into that category. 

With all my newfound free time, I had taken up crafting again. It helped me relax. Lauren encouraged my hobbies and actually put out a lot of what I made for sale in her shop. I appreciated her enthusiasm and support. Most things didn’t last long before they sold, which was an added mood booster that I wasn’t expecting. I had started working out and exercising regularly, which was a huge stress reliever most days. I had also cut back on the drinking, which honestly had started to make me feel like shit. I was well aware that I had been using it as an unhealthy coping mechanism and made a point to only drink occasionally and never when I was spiraling. With all these changes in place, I could feel my confidence growing and I was questioning myself less and less every day. I was learning how to be myself and not care about what I should or should not do or say. I wanted to live my life how I wanted to live it. The opinions of others be damned.   

I was content for the most part. However, I would be lying if I said my mind didn’t wander to thoughts of Dieter at least a few times a week. I just couldn’t fully get him out of my head. I could still feel his magnetic pull calling to me, wherever he was. 

It was a Wednesday, and I was sitting on my couch when thoughts of him started again. I finally broke and checked his Instagram account. The last few posts from three weeks ago were shots of him filming in some exotic location for the movie role he had landed. It was all behind the scenes stuff with his cast mates. It was hard to not feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight of him with the pretty blonde that was starring in the movie with him. She was next to him in every group picture, touching him in some way. I can’t say I blamed her for trying. 

I decided to google his name to see if any news articles came up. There was a new post from TMZ that had paparazzi pictures taken in LA dated yesterday. I felt my chest tighten knowing he was in the same city as me. I often wondered what would happen if I randomly ran into him in town. It would always cause that familiar panicky feeling to bubble up in my chest. I wasn’t sure how I would react if that happened. I did feel bad for not reaching out to him like he asked. Would he even acknowledge me if he saw me out? Then again, we had made it this long without ever running into each other, so I doubted it would happen. Fate of course, always had her own plans. 

While I was sitting, continuing to scroll through news articles, Lauren walked in the front door. I had been expecting her because we had planned to grab lunch. I must have had a look like I had just gotten caught stealing from the cookie jar because she froze, giving me a suspicious look. 

“What?” I said innocently.

“What were you doing? You look guilty of something.”      

“No, I was just catching up on today's news.”   

“Today’s Dieter news?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to know what he is doing.”

“Let me see your phone then.”

She stuck her hand out in front of me. I knitted my brows together and told her no, giving her a pestilent look as I tucked it under me. She laughed.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make it obvious. I’m not stupid. I know you must be checking up on him. I would be. Actually… I do. Often. You know he’s back in LA? Filming wrapped on that movie he was working on.” 

“That’s great. I don’t care. I told you; I’m moving on and I don’t need a man to muddle things up right now. I’ve been doing great without one.” 

“Mmmhmm. Right. Anyway, are you ready to go because I’m starving?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my shoes and bag.”

We headed to a small cafe not far away and had a light lunch. Afterwards, Lauren wanted to stop in at her favorite smoothie shop for “desert” as she called it. It was ridiculously busy, but I humored her. We put in our order, grabbed some napkins and straws, and went to sit in one of the small booths in the back corner to wait. I sensed him before I saw him. Lauren immediately noticed my change in demeanor as my head shot up, looking around the front entrance. 

“What’s wrong?” she said with a concerned look.

“Nothing…I-I…”

I became motionless as soon as I saw his side profile. He was looking at the menu on the wall across from the counter. He briefly stilled too, suddenly looking around, not noticing me sliding down in my seat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… change seats with me,” I whisper yelled at her. 

“What is going on?” she said unnecessarily loudly. 

“He’s here. By the menu on the wall.”

Her head snapped around to stare in his direction. I picked up a straw and threw it at her. 

“Stop it!”

She quickly turned back to see my panicked expression. She looked torn on what to do. 

“Change seats with me, but don’t be obvious. Go get another straw or something.”

She got up very stiffly with wide eyes and walked to the straw and napkin station while I tried to be low key about switching seats, putting my back toward him. I turned my head slightly to watch Lauren. She was very blatantly staring at him as she walked back, not noticing the chair in front of her. She walked into it causing it to screech across the floor as she caught herself from falling on it. It got quiet and every head in the establishment turned to look at her, including Dieter’s. She gave a small laugh and made an “oops” face as she continued walking. I buried my face in my hands, sinking lower in the seat, desperately trying to not draw attention to myself. She took a long route back to our table, looking mortified as she sat back down in my previous spot and mouthed a “sorry” toward me. I just shook my head at her.

“I’ve got to get out of here, let me know when he’s ordering, and I’ll leave.”

“Really? You’re not going to talk to him?”

“Nope and don’t argue with me about it. I can’t deal with that right now.”

For the first time in months, I felt like I was about to have a full blown panic attack. I could feel my heart racing and my breathing was becoming shallow. Lauren could actually see the panic on my face. 

“Ok. Yeah, just go to the car. I’ll meet you there with our drinks.”

After several minutes of him waiting in line, he finally made it to the register. Lauren gave me the signal. I took a deep breath, kept my head down, and got up to move toward the door. I tried to move calmly so I didn’t bring attention to myself. After I exited the building, I stopped briefly, thinking that I had left my phone. I quickly found it in my purse, walked until I was out of view from the shop, then took off into a jog to where the car was parked on the side of the street.

I got in the car and sat down, trying to steady my breathing. I suddenly noticed movement in the direction I came from. Dieter was standing on the sidewalk in front of the shop, looking in my general direction. Shit, did he see me? I scooted down in the seat. He looked around for a minute, excitement quickly turning to defeat when he didn’t find his target. His shoulders and head dropped as he turned to walk back inside, bumping into Lauren as she exited the building, nearly making her drop the drinks. She stared up at him in shock while he was clearly apologizing to her. I could see her nod and mouth “no problem” toward him. She continued to stare at him as she walked away. He went back inside, none the wiser as to who he had just bumped into. Her eyes were wide as she picked up speed in her walk. She handed me the drinks through the window, then got into the passenger side. 

“That was fucking crazy. Also, he is taller than I expected and lot hotter in person.” 

Her eyes were still wide as she spoke. 

“What was he doing?”

“I think he saw you through the window. He turned around when he finished ordering and just took off out the door.”

“Fucking hell. I can’t believe that just happened.” 

I put my head down on the steering wheel and closed my eyes, willing my breathing and heart to slow down. 

I settled back into my seat once I had calmed down some. Started the car and headed back toward my house. We didn’t speak the entire way. By the way Lauren kept glancing over at me, I think she was fully expecting a meltdown, but I kept it together. 

When we walked inside, I sat on the couch, leaning back with the palms of my hands over my eyes.

“Ok, hear me out.”

I peeked at her through my fingers. 

“I think you should DM him.” 

I started shaking my head from side to side as I slammed my hands down to my sides on the couch. 

“Clearly, he wants to see you again. There is no denying that man was on a mission.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t know what that was that happened in New York, but it was too much. I can’t and don’t want to deal with man drama right now. I’ve been doing great. I don’t want to ruin it by getting emotionally screwed over by another guy.”

“You don’t know that he is going to screw you over.”

I gave her a look of disbelief.

“He’s famous, he travels all the time, and constantly has women fawning over him. He even admitted he was emotionally fucked up in a roundabout way. Why in the hell would I want to deal with that? It’s going to take more than a perfectly chiseled face and hot body to make me want to get mixed up in that.”

She rolled her eyes at me while she gathered up her things to leave. 

“Look, just think about it, ok? Clearly ‘the powers that be’ keep throwing you guys together for a reason. Maybe it’s a sign.” 

She shrugged, then walked toward the front door to leave without saying another word. 

I sat there running through every possible scenario of how things could go if I did reach out to him. Most of them were not good. I sighed as I thought about our last night together. That brief moment when he let the walls down and looked like a broken man who had found his deliverance from whatever it was that haunted him. Did I want to risk losing myself to someone else again? Because I felt like that's what would happen. I knew he would consume everything I had left, and I would let him.   

I shook my head, pushing those thoughts away. I jumped up, deciding I needed a distraction. I changed clothes and jumped on the treadmill for a run. I didn’t give Dieter another thought for the rest of the day. Next Chapter

A/N: I hope this makes up for the cliffy at the end of last chapter. Don't worry, the 'powers that be' do in fact have plans for these two. Just remember that as we work through their shit. 😊

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[koraesrambles]

GREAT READING ADVENTURE PART 1 (CW: pictures from the Sandman comics may be disturbing to some)

I started with the Sandman, by Neil Gaiman. A legend in comic spheres, and one that I'd been wanting to read for a while.

I found 10 volumes at my local library and have made my way through two of them so far. First off, as a horror book DAMN. DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN these books do not pull punches. They come at you like a gut punch and just keep going. I like to describe myself as someone who enjoys "horror lite" I love monsters, I love angst and crazy situations and some messed up stuff, but I'm kind of a baby about it. Things like Supernatural, Gravity Falls (It's kid friendly, but there's blood!), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that's my jam (wow, that list makes me feel about 5 years old, but whatever! I like what I like!). The Sandman Is Not That.

The Writing

Don't get me wrong, it is beautiful in every way, but it's also a lot for a wussy like myself. I'm enthralled, captivated, unable to look away, but there have been multiple times where I've needed to close my eyes for a second and remind myself that this is a comic book, and the world isn't necessarily this dark all the time. I'm pretty triggered by children in danger/getting hurt/dying and these books don't shy away from that. But they're also just . . . so beautiful.

The writing is annoyingly amazing. I expected nothing less, it is Neil Gaiman, but sometimes as a writer you look at other people's writing and just sit back in awe. I wish I could write something like this. Or, if not exactly like this, something as beautiful and poignant as this. The story flows so beautifully. Every scene perfectly blending in with the next. Every word feels like it has a point, which makes you want to pay attention to everything to make sure you're not missing anything.

Writing is my main background, but comic writing is so different from prose. This is what I struggled with the most while drafting up OUTCAST ODYSSEY, how do I get everything across that I need to when I can't just write it all out? How do I pace it when telling a story with pictures vs words feels so different? But Neil does this so well. It felt lyrical, and I could see his influence on every single page. The art was done by someone else, but the ideas, the imagry, the way the story flows from one idea to the next, is all a result of absolutely phenomenal writing.

It reminded me to trust readers to read between the lines. It's difficult to find the line between "subtlty" and "confusing" and I am often guilty of feeling like I need to spell things out to my readers so that they won't miss anything, but more often then not that just slows down the plot and makes the whole experience clunky. You don't want to go too far in the other direction either, but Neil knew who his audience was and trusted them to at least give things a second glance. I was worried at the beginning that I'd be too dumb to figure out what he was hinting at, but he was able to patiently feed me the information without me getting frustrated or lost.

It's a skill that comes with experience and practice, but I feel like this story really really shines at it. I found myself studying the way he handled exposition and wanting to emulate it in my own work.

The Art

The art is also stunning. It's not "cute" art. It's not something that I would want to hang up in my house or look at for hours. It's amazing from a skill standpoint (which is easy for me to tell just due to my own extremely obvious shortcomings) but it's not concerned with everyone looking like hollywood movie stars.

Which . . . I mean, that's definitely a feature, not a bug. This story is not supposed to be cute, and a cutsy art style would absolutely ruin the atmosphere. It is rough and full of sharp points. it doesn't shy away from nudity or gore. The characters are not attractive, these are not anime stars, but they are compelling, and distinct enough that I was able to easily tell who everyone is, which is more often then not extremely difficult for me (i think I may be a bit face-blind).

The art adds to the horror of everything. Even when things are supposed to be calm, or sexy, or whatever, there's an edge of panic and unease to it. Part of that is the reader knowing that there's more going on behind the scenes then the character knows, but it's also the style. The heavy black shadows, the hard lines, the emphasis on some details while the obscuring of others, it all combines to perfectly compliment the writing. It's not a pleasure to look at, but that's absolutely the point. It's also extremely difficult to look away FROM. How can something simultaneously look jarring, eerie, and unpolished, while also whispering "Yes. This is beautiful art. Look at it. Bask in it."?

I'm a newbie artist. It's way beyond my skillset to even begin to figure out how they were able to accomplish this. But someday I hope I figure out the secret.

The art perfectly compliments the writing, and the two work together to tell the story. I remember feeling a little annoyed on the artists' behalf that the Sandman is always known as "Neil Gaiman's" when the art side of comics is so incredibly important. The art sets the tone and compliments the words. It helps with reading between the lines and helping us know how seriously we should be taking the words.

Characters

All of the characters are great! Except the ones I already knew. I'm not saying they were bad, just bland compared to everyone else. Constantine, the Justice League, every cameo that came up and I was excited for felt . . . not quite out of place, but not quite seamless either. I was most excited for Constantine, and he was fine, but I probably have enjoyed him more in every other comic I've ever seen him in. I know they were all included just to try and sell the first few issues of a new story, and I respect that (the amount of comics that I've read just because my favorite character showed up for a few panels is . . *cough* embarrassing), but I was kind of bummed by how little conflict they added to the story.

Constantine immediately agrees to help Morpheus (which, okay, he can see how powerful Morpheus is and doesn't want to get on his bad side, totally in character. But I like Constantine best when he's being a bit of a dickhead), when I was really expecting a bit of tension or at least antagonism between them. We briefly see Etrigan but he is so quickly outshined by Lucifer that I nearly forgot about him, Scarecrow shows up but I didn't really feel like he added much besides a familiar face, we see Scott Free (who I know very little about) and J'onn (whose reaction to Dream was probably the most interesting) but all they do is immediately tell Morpheus where he needs to go. Why were they so quick to be okay with this obviously terrifying powerful force just grabbing stuff? I guess I understand why J'onn was okay with it, since he knew who Morpheus was, but it still felt weird that there wasn't even a single moment of hesitation or resistance. They basically served as a plot GPS.

Again, there's nothing wrong with any of them, they just didn't feel as vibrant as all of the other characters we were introduced to. Even the woman who gave Dr. Destiny/Dr Dee a ride was more vivid and felt more real and purposeful than the cameos did. At least to me.

The original characters (or at least everyone I didn't recognize. Was Dr. Dee a Gaiman original or had he shown up previously? Cuz he was very much A tier villain for me,) were all amazing and vivid and lively. I cared about them way faster than I normally do, especially at the very beginning of a story. The cameos felt exactly like what they were: Cameos to sell the book.

Final Thoughts

This book is, objectively, better than anything I will ever create. And that's not even a diss on myself, it's just objective fact on the quality of this piece. I learned a lot looking through it, trying to figure out what Gaiman did that worked vs didn't. The lyricism vs crassness of the writing, the way the art complimented the dialogue, how the panels flowed and where it was easy for me to follow vs where I got a little confused. It's a beautiful book and I can absolutely see why it's a graphic novel must read. I'm planning on reading the rest of the series, but I can only read one volume a day, because the horror of it all absolutely follows me after I close the last page.

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[becorbin]

5 Mothers Who Can't Love

1 | The Severely Narcissistic Mother

Drama, Deflection, Denial

Deeply insecure and filled with self-doubt which drives their hunger for approval and admiration

As children age more stress occurs for mother while less adulation is received

Mother progressively sees children, especially daughters, as their rival

May be intermittently affectionate

Takes credit for others’ accomplishments but blames others for her failures

Has an Insatiable appetite for attention

Overly dependent on other people’s opinions

Compelled to prove herself

Jealous & envious

Lacks empathy

Behaves emotionally & dramatically, even to the point of being bizarre

Disagreement with this mother triggers inner turmoil for her

Makes others feel guilty for pointing out her behavior

Overlooks her own shortcomings and emphasizes children (often daughters) deficits

Refuses to acknowledge her wrongdoing

She is above reproach

Lies/gaslights

“That never happened”

“I was only kidding”

“You’re being dramatic”

Challenges the child’s memory, their ability to think rationally and their worth

May assign a child that can do no wrong and a child that is the family scapegoat

Lack self-awareness and ability to be reflective

At their core is a deeply engrained personality disorder

There was likely rivalry in this mother’s upbringing

Daughters of The Severely Narcissistic Mothers

Often lack self-confidence & enthusiasm

Fantasize about being powerful and admired

Often go to great lengths for intermittent affection

Distrustful of praise

Live in their mother’s shadow during childhood

May have been “the child that can do no wrong” or the “family scapegoat”

Want to believe their mother has their wellbeing at heart & may resist accepting otherwise

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2 | The Overly Enmeshed Mother

Bonding Turned To Bondage

Their “closeness” is often suffocating, invasive and one way

The enmeshment dynamic soothes their own fear of abandonment

Can’t let go, pushes herself onto the children

Makes herself the center of the child’s world

Does not encourage her children to have their own free will

Hovers, rescues, advocates for child

This mother does not allow the child to have differing needs, desires, or feelings

Creates a dependent child

Hard to see where the child’s life ends and the mother’s life begins

Mother places the burden of their happiness on the child

Offers resources & support that illicit a sense of obligation and dependence

The child’s “best friend”

Does not respect privacy

“Let me do it for you”

Daughters of The Overly Enmeshed Mothers

Feel inadequate

Unable to develop their strengths

Not provided the space and opportunity to persevere

May lack the skills to problem solve

Difficulty enforcing boundaries with mother

Love equates to giving up their own desires

Feelings of guilt when expressing their own feelings

May be an adult, but often still a child emotionally

Feel they can’t survive without their mother

Lack autonomy

Attuned to mother’s emotional state

Putting themselves first feels like a crime

Lack confidence in their abilities

Both moth and daughter are clinging frightened children

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3 | The Control Freak Mother

“you’re doing it wrong”

Director of the environment, people, and project

Domineering, not subtle, authoritarian, possibly a bully

Controlling or bullying gives her a sense of power

Criticizes, insults, threatens

Children’s feelings and wants do not matter

Bossy or even cruel

All or nothing thinking

Likely doesn’t work well with others

This mother may have been the “preferred child” growing up

May feel underappreciated but refuse to let others help or heavily criticizes help

Micromanager and sees others as incompetent

Pays attention to details

May hold child to impossible standards

Rules, routines, drills

Typically this mother is displeased with her life

May have also had a controlling mother

Without a sense of empowerment, they feel lost

Daughters of The Control Freak Mothers

Learn to be a target; quiet, passive, tolerant

May fantasize about escaping

Feel the need to exert control as an adult

May put others needs before their own

Don’t trust their own judgment

Lack dignity and self-respect

Vulnerable

As adult may rebel or become a bully to exert their longing desire for autonomy (repeating the cycle)

May partake in self-destructive behaviors due to enormous anger that has built up

May be a people pleaser, bully, or perfectionist

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4 | Mothers Who Need Mothering

Sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays

Missing in Action

Checked out

Puts any energy they have into their own survival

Not available; shuts herself in her room or lays on couch for long periods of time

Doesn’t get kids ready for school

Withdrawn into their own world

May be at home, but not present

Will not notice your accomplishments

May sleep, watch TV, complain often, abuse drugs and alcohol

Doesn’t make meals

Mother morphs into a helpless and needy child

In a dark spiral of depression, ill and suffering

May not care for children or even herself

Lacks rules, discipline, and boundaries

Daughters of The Mother Who Needs Mothering

Take on role of parent

Try to make everything better

Pity their mother

Wise beyond their years

Responsible

Likely become caretakers by profession; often nursing, social work, and counseling

Ability to be cool, collected and capable

Often support others success and happiness but overlook their own

Do not put themselves first

May have protected mother, lied for her, defended her, been her confidant

Overdeveloped sense of guilt

Asking for help makes them feel weak

May feel angry, unappreciated or used

Ignores own feelings

A child in this role was not given opportunity to fully explore and develop their individual self

Trained to be an expert in others’ needs

Carries horrendous emotional load

Vigilantly anticipates possible difficulties to diffuse problems before they occur

Feels ashamed and inadequate that they cannot save their mother

Do too much, give too much

Has a treadmill of problems to be solved

Confuses love with pity

Do not understand reciprocal relationships that are free of the need to rescue

Have a sense of being an alien or being different

Have been robbed of a childhood

Chronically find themselves in a counseling/caregiving role (repetition compulsion)

Repetition compulsion; the need to repeat old behavioral patterns with the hope of getting different results

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5| Mothers Who Neglect, Betray, and Batter

Mother becomes monster

Unavailable, distant, cold

Preoccupied with themselves, self-centered

May overlook sexual abuse of children in order to avoid being abandoned themselves

Unwilling to pull children safety

May even blame children for being abused or molested

Children become a dumping ground for the mothers unresolved emotional baggage

Resent children, treat them as objects, blame them

Fail to protect them from predators and may abuse

May have been severely traumatized or from a loveless household

Never learned tenderness or empathy

Stranger to love

Children are the scapegoat for mother’s anger and feeling of helplessness

Look away and rationalize their children being abused

The truth becomes the enemy

Daughters of The Mothers who Neglect, Betray, and Batter

Fearful, angry, hungry for affection

Struggle to find themselves

Feel invisible, unwanted, ignored

Starved of attention, warmth, touch and support

Feel guilty and that things are their fault

Often expect the worst of people (may become an overprotective parent)

Paradoxically, may be desperate for love, overlook red flags; become a victim, again

Do not feel worthy of love

Feel angry inside which may lead them to become abusers

Feel violated, damaged and isolated

Unconsciously pulled towards unstable or dangerous partners

Never Underestimate The Power of Familiar

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Based on the book written by Claudia Black

Mothers Who Can't Love

In addition to defining common mothers who can’t love, this book also includes techniques to overcome the wounds inflicted. Some of the techniques include acknowledging the painful feelings, tapping into the wisdom within their anger and grief, changing behaviors, and setting boundaries.

♡

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.”

Maya Angelou

♡

Healing comes from

looking at what happened

how it impacted you and

what you can do about it now

♡

The Effects of Neglect and Abuse of a Mother Can Be Severe

But The Healing Can Be Equally Dramatic.

♡

You were wounded,

not ruined.

If you liked these words read more at twoforsue.com

#motherwound #mommy issues #ptsd #posttraumaticstressdisorder #toxic parents #raised by narcissists #toxic mother #mentally ill #toxic mom #mentally fucked

[bbygirlky18]

Can i request a Billy Gunn fic and maybe a wrestler he is not fond of mentions y/n who is a female wrestler in a promo and he dishes out some words and a beating with either the acclaimed or his kids. But they aren't dating yet until afterwards like a confession of feeling or something if that's okay with you?

Admiration for Her! Billy Gunn

Billy Gunn x y/n

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 593

A/N: Hi everyone!! This was sent in by Anon. I'm sorry I didn't write this sooner, I was busy doing other things but I'm taking requests on this acc and on @livslunaticdamiansdisciple18 so feel free to send some there. Let's get into it.

Y/n is your name.

Hope you like it.

Billy Gunn had always been a fierce competitor in the ring, known for his quick wit and powerful moves. But there was one particular wrestler that he just couldn't stand - John Morrison. Morrison constantly boasted about his skills and never failed to mention his admiration for Y/n, a rising female wrestler in the industry.

In a recent promo, Morrison couldn't help but bring up Y/n once again, causing Billy's blood to boil. 'And let's not forget about the beautiful Y/n, the most talented wrestler I've ever had the pleasure of watching,' Morrison announced, with a smug smirk on his face.

Billy, who was watching backstage, clenched his fists in anger. He had been crushing on Y/n for a while now but had never mustered up the courage to confess his feelings. And now, Morrison's constant mentions of Y/n just fueled his jealousy even more.

Unable to control his emotions any longer, Billy stormed out to the ring, interrupting Morrison's promo. 'Enough with the Y/n talk, John. You don't know the first thing about her,' Billy growled, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

Morrison, taken aback by Billy's sudden outburst, tried to defend himself. 'Oh please, Billy. You're just jealous because y/n would never give you the time of day,' he retorted, smirking once again.

Enraged, Billy didn't even bother waiting for a response. He charged towards Morrison and began delivering a series of powerful punches. But he didn't stop there. Billy grabbed Morrison's acclaimed and used it to hit him repeatedly, sending a clear message - don't mess with Y/n.

After finally getting his anger out, Billy stood over Morrison's beaten body, panting heavily. But then, he realized what he had just done. He had let his emotions get the best of him and had possibly jeopardized his career. What if Y/n saw him in this state? What would she think of him?

Feeling guilty, Billy looked up and saw Y/n standing in the corner of the ring, staring at him with a mixture of shock and concern. Without thinking, he made his way towards her, feeling the need to explain himself.

'I-I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to...' Billy trailed off, unable to find the right words to say.

Y/n just shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. 'It's okay, Billy. I know you were just defending me,' she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

In that moment, Billy couldn't hold back any longer. 'I can't stand seeing you with other men, Y/n. It drives me crazy. I...I have feelings for you and I just can't ignore them anymore,' he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but her smile grew wider. 'I've been waiting for you to say that, Billy. I have feelings for you too,' she admitted, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

As the crowd cheered and the cameras rolled, Billy knew that he had taken a huge risk - both in the ring and with his heart. But as he held Y/n in his arms, he couldn't help but feel like it was all worth it.

In the next few weeks, Billy and Y/n made their relationship official, much to the delight of their fans. And as they walked out to the ring together, hand in hand, Billy couldn't help but feel proud to have Y/n by his side. Finally, they were both champions in love and in the ring.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

#billy gunn #billy gunn x y/n #billy gunn x reader

[allzelemonz]

Doodles: Abe X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Epilogue-ish, vague time setting, Reader is also a ranch hand, Abe draws, slight misunderstanding/miscommunication but it’s resolved quickly, fluff, you can pry my background/side character from my cold/dead hands Summary: Abe has a bit of a crush on the new ranch hand, so he channels it by drawing.

Abe doesn’t typically get distracted. He works hard and always tries his best. But ever since Mister Geddes introduced you as the new ranch hand, he’s been distracted. You shook his hand and he found himself unable to speak his own name, you smiled at him and his heart doubled its pace, he was smitten from the moment he met your eyes. He feels guilty staring at you. It’s indecent, staring at folks usually is, but he can’t keep himself from it. The way you hold yourself, the way you walk, everything makes a flutter appear in his stomach.

So he draws.

He finds the odd scrap of paper and an old pen and he just sits during his short breaks, eating between covering the pages with images of you. With how often he does it, he’s become pretty good. He started with little things, hardly resembling you. But as he recalls the image of you hauling hay across the ranch, he draws each line with skill.

“Hi, Abe.” You call, walking past him.

He scrambles, holding the paper to his chest as his heart threatens to burst. You’re just passing by, that’s all, just saying hi.

“Hello!” He calls back, getting ahold of himself before you’re too far away

He brings the paper back to rest on his lap, staring down at it with a feeling of nerves. You haven’t come that close to him since you first came to the ranch. What if you caught him drawing, if anyone caught him drawing? He’s gotten to the point where there’s no mistaking who he’s scribbled onto the pages he tucks in with his clothing in a chest by his bed. Would you be disturbed? You might never look at him again.

You might leave the ranch to get away from him.

He crumbles the page into a ball, holding it tight between his hands. His heart has calmed down from the scare and he takes a few deep breaths before he stuffs the paper into his pocket and gets back to work.

The tools need proper care, Abe convinces himself that everything is due for an overhaul of maintenance just so he can stay inside. He doesn’t think that he can handle seeing you again after what happened. He’s not sure what to do with the drawings, but the one resting in his pocket feels like it’s burning a hole in the fabric.

“Hi again, Abe.”

He jumps a little, not having heard you come in. His eyes dart away and he tries to focus on his work.

“You mind sharpening this for me?” You ask, holding out an axe.

He glances between you and the tools he’d been cleaning. “Uh, sure, okay.”

You smile at him when he takes the axe from your hands and he nearly drops it.

“Are you okay, Abe.”

“I’m, uh,” His face flushes, so he turns around quickly. “I’m just fine, partner.”

Abe stands by the sharpening wheel and begins his task, trying not to look at you.

“Do you not like me or something?”

Abe stops stepping on the pedal, a bit of panic taking over him. “No, no, no.” He shakes his head and turns to you. “Yer just fine, Mister! It ain’t nothin’ like that.”

You cross your arms and Abe feels the panic increase.

“What’s it like then? Everybody around here gives me the time of day, except you.”

The way you point your finger at him makes his heart sink. “I-I don’t mean nothing by it.”

“You scared of me?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, sir. I ain’t scared of ya, I just…” He can’t find the right words, he doesn’t even know the right words.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I know I haven’t been here long, but you always seem strange around me. I just want to know why.”

“It, uh, ain’t yer fault, Mister, it’s mine. I, well, I’m a bit of a mess.” Abe says, glancing around and attempting a laugh.

You stare at Abe for a moment. He refuses to look at you, his eyes focus on the axe in his hands, then the wall next to you, then the ceiling, anywhere but you. You’ve been here long enough to know Abe is relatively put together, everyone speaks highly of him. If he’s acting so oddly around you, there must be a reason.

“I think I’ll work with the cattle, finish the wood later.” You say, meeting Abe’s eyes for just a second. “Thanks anyway, Abe.”

Abe tries to form words, but he just stands there, holding the axe with a red face as you leave. He tightens his grip on the axe as he huffs in frustration. He sets down the axe by the wheel and fishes the paper from his pocket. Once he smooths it out, you stare back at him. This version of you has a smile, seemingly welcoming and unbothered. His grip on the paper tightens and he looks up to the lantern on the wall. Before he can change his mind, he grabs the lantern and opens it so he can stick the page inside.

You spend most of the day working with the cattle. The infamous bull is especially moody every time you go near him, the ladies don’t seem to care about your presence nearly as much. When you do everything you can there you go back to retrieve the axe and continue your wood chopping. Abe isn’t there anymore, so you carry on and find the axe among the other tools. As you walk, you feel your foot hit something. You look down to see a lantern on the ground, the flame snuffed. Under your foot is a half-burned piece of paper. You pick them both up, placing the lantern back on the wall and lighting it again. The paper is blank on one side, so you turn it over. It’s a drawing, a pretty good drawing of you. The eyes are even, the nose matches yours, every detail is perfect as if someone spent hours pouring over the little sketch.

This is why Abe acts so oddly around you.

He isn’t particularly jumpy, but his nerves are on edge today. He drops the bucket he’s carrying when you say his name. When he turns, you’re looking down at a piece of paper. He scrambles when he realizes what it is, trying to explain himself, but no coherent words come out and you stop him.

“I like it.”

Is all you say and Abe blinks as if he can’t see properly.

“Ya do?”

You nod. “It looks like you worked hard on it.”

Abe's heart beats heavily against his chest and his mouth goes dry, only having the sense to nod in confirmation.

“Is this why I never see you, you’re too busy drawing me?”

You say it with a smile that eases Abe’s nerves but makes his stomach flip.

“Not all the time, just when I got nothin’ else ta do.” He fidgets with his hands as he smiles at the reality of you liking his drawing.

“Why me?”

Abe glances back up to you. Your face is kind, a soft smile present, and your focus is on the paper. He looks back at his hands, searching for an answer. He knows why, but he’s not sure he can say it out loud.

“You sweet on me or something?” You ask.

Abe’s face flushes as his eyes dart up to you for just a second. He attempts a laugh to make it seem less awkward, but it comes out as a rhythmic exhale that only he can hear.

“It’s alright if you are.” You say, stepping towards him. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Abe looks up when you hand the drawing back to him. He takes it in his hands for a moment before giving it back to you. “I want ya ta have it.”

You hold your hands over his as you reach for the paper. Abe steps closer, his eyes meeting yours when you’re only an inch away from one another. He leans in, pressing your lips together. It lasts for only a second, just a ghost of a kiss, but it’s still enough to make both of your hearts speed up.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x male reader #red dead redemption x reader #rdr2 abe #rdr2 abe x reader #rdr2 abe x male reader #rdr2 epilouge #pronghorn ranch #x reader #x male reader

[boonsmoon]

To Grow Old With You

Request: Can I make another request? Well, I had in mind a scenario where Crimson and the reader have a son and what kind of father Crimson would be, I imagine that at first it is very difficult for him because of his personality of the but in reality his baby is very calm and sweet, which makes him happy since his baby looks more like the reader despite being the spitting image of him, although from time to time he brings out some of Crimson's personality. @ladymoon210

Kind of confused on the wording But this will be a father Crimson/raising a son with Crimson oneshot Decided to add this onto the Traitors Love saga lol

Request Masterlist Series ML father!Crimson x mother!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

It was hard on both of you at first, really. As far as Crimson and you were concerned, dragons couldn't procreate. At least not from scratch like humans.

So for several months, and to his dismay, Crimson had to put aside any plans regarding dragons. This was completely new, something he's never heard of, and Crimson needed to get everything figured out before it was too late.

Too late eventually did come, and you had a son. When he came out looking human, Crimson came to the conclusion that due to being superior dragons, your past as humans must've caused this. Your son looked more like yourself, which Crimson happy about.

As the more open and caring one, you naturally were able to understand your sons needs. Crimson; however, lacked this skill, and as the mother you do so much of the work already, so a part of him did feel guilty when unable to tell if the kid wanted to sleep or eat.

The first couple months were the worst, full of sleepless nights and no progress in bonding. Things got better around a year later, though.

Your son calmed down and became much easier for Crimson to handle in some aspects. Such as noticing gestures for certain wants, grabby hands mean to hold or food. Rubbing the eyes meant tired or upset.

What didn't change was the lack of sleep, and how Crimson desperately wanted to let you rest for at least one night. One night, his genius mind came up with a great plan.

You went to get out of bed and quiet the baby before Crimson grabbed your wrist, "let me handle it this time."

You were almost shocked awake, "are you sure? I'm used to it so you can rest-"

"You can trust me on this," and Crimson went to get your son.

What he did wasn't try to rock the kid or sing, but rather make some plans with him, "it's been too long since I've been thorough with our attacks."

It turned out the idea was a win-win. Crimson got some future planning done, and the whole thing was SO boring your son fell asleep instantly.

"Crimson... Did you have him watch you all night?" You questioned, seeing the baby sleeping like never before.

"Haha, as if! He fell asleep before I finished Act 1 of the plan for next week," Crimson smirked, proud of what he did.

You looked shocked and then laughed, "you bored him to sleep then! How could you torture our baby boy like that?"

Crimson turned away from what he was working on to face you, "it is only torture for idiots like you who don't understand the process."

In the middle of your bickering your son woke up, you don't know when, but it seems he heard your conversation. And it looked like he wanted to be apart of it.

"Now look, your foolishness woke him up," Crimson said, turning back.

"That's fine, I'm sure he needs the stimulation after what you put him through," you spoke back. You went to pick him up but got denied.

Crimson say this and laughed, "it seems even he knows it is wiser to be here with me!" Crimson picked up your son and showed him the plans.

"And he's been such a nice boy, you tainted him, I know it!" You faked cried. After the silly bantering you left the two alone so they can bond.

Crimson turned the boy around to look at him, "yes, you are quite sweet; however, it seems you were doomed to a life of intelligence with me."

should i turn Traitors Love into its own little series?

obv not a full fic, but short scenarios here, and silly headcanons there

#ragna crimson #crimson ragna crimson #ragna crimson x reader #crimson x reader