#i've made myself sad a little so i had to go all fluffy at the end

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Promise Me

ft Nanami Kento

A/N: Some Teen!Nanami angst! IDK why but I've been wanting to write this for a while. Header and dividers all credited at the bottom. Rating: 13+, fluffy-ish Warnings: Sadness, angst, mentions of death and dying Pairing: Teen! Nanami x Reader Summary: Faced with a solo mission, reader finds themselves contemplating their life in the Jujutsu world Word Count: 2301 Nanami masterlist

With trembling hands, you type out the text message. You’re aware it’s long, more like a letter but in that moment it felt like you would crumble if you didn’t get it all out into words. 

‘Hey Kento. I hope college is going well. You sounded happy when we last spoke. I hope you’re having fun with your friends.

Upper management has assigned me a solo mission. They said it's because they are confident my abilities have reached a stage where I can handle myself and also take down the curse. I know it's because there are no other sorcerers available to accompany me.

Anyway, it's a big step, which is why I called earlier but I know that you’re busy, so I figured I’d text you instead. I leave tomorrow morning. I’m just packing all my gear right now.

And I’ll probably have dinner with my friends tonight and try not to think about the mission. You know how I get when I start overthinking. It’s probably not as big a deal as I’m making it out to be, right? Students take on solo missions all the time.

I have no reason to be scared, right? Management would never assign me to a solo mission they believed was out of my depth, right? I just keep thinking about what it’s like, not having anyone with me. I’ll have to be at my sharpest, so I’m hoping to get a good night’s sleep. 

Call me if you can. Or if not today, then sometime tomorrow? I’ll probably be on the train most of the day but we can still talk. Let me know. I love you.’ 

You hit send and look at your half-packed bag. Each time you attempt to clear your mind, your thoughts threaten to eat you alive. You were terrified at the thought of this solo mission. When management had called you to brief you about it, you had waited for them to tell you who would be accompanying you. The dread that filled your stomach when they said you’d be going alone made you feel like you were carrying around a lead weight. 

This year had been rough. It was the year that Nanami had graduated from Jujutsu High, his college acceptance all arranged, as he readied himself to leave behind the world of sorcery for good. You had attended his graduation, the doting girlfriend, tears in your eyes at how proud you were of him, but also because you knew this meant you wouldn’t see him around here anymore. No more midnight walks, or studying for exams, sneaking into each other’s dorms for little kisses and reassuring hugs. You had never thought his being one year your senior would matter until he had shown you his acceptance letter. 

There was a sense of worry there too, because college meant he was going away from you, but he had held you so tightly, whispering this didn’t change anything. You were always going to be his girlfriend. He would make it work. He didn’t want anyone else. It had been a few months and the long distance was hard but it brought you more happiness than anything around here ever did. 

You continued to pack, glancing at the clock, unable to shake the jittery feeling from your body. It felt like there were a million butterflies in your stomach, and your heart kept pounding even though you didn’t leave for the mission until tomorrow. The innocent morning sun shone through your dorm window, uncaring about the turmoil inside you. You keep glancing at your phone, hoping Nanami will reply, but the screen remains blank. Phantom vibration syndrome kicked in at one point where you could’ve sworn you heard your phone vibrate, picking it up eagerly to check, only to see nothing new on the screen. Your heart sinks with disappointment each time. You knew his schedule and that he was probably in class. He would call you when he could. He’s never not called or at least texted.

As you sit down on your bed, the overwhelming gravity of the situation hits you. You were going alone. There was no backup. If you messed up on this mission…you squeeze your eyes shut. It was one thing if you failed to exorcise the curse. That in some way brought you relief. If you didn’t exorcise it, management would simply express their disappointment and send someone else. But what if…what if…you didn’t exorcise it and the curse…

You gasp, shaking your head violently, trying to rid yourself of the thoughts of death. No, it couldn’t happen that way. You couldn’t die. What you would’ve given in that moment, to not be a sorceress, but to be a normal teenager! To go dress shopping, and enjoy prom, to start writing your own college applications. To know that your life wasn’t in danger and that you would live, live to spend another day with your friends, live to see Nanami again…

Before you knew it, tears filled your eyes, spilling onto your cheeks, and you hugged your pillow tightly for comfort. You remembered how you had cried when Nanami left for missions, out of contact for days, barely sleeping until he sent you a text that his mission was completed and that he was coming back. You remember him training you, always working on your self-defense, making sure your reflexes were honed and sharp. You remember that even when you were sent with a partner, it sometimes didn’t change a thing.

Haibara’s death still hung heavily over everyone, and you think back to Nanami’s expression when he returned from that mission, his eyes dark and solemn, regret lined heavily on his face. It was so unfair, that at the age of 16, he had to endure that. Haibara had been so kind to you as well, the best kind of senpai anyone could have asked for. Nanami never allowed himself to be emotional in front of anyone but had broken down in your arms in the privacy of his dorm room. Neither of you slept well for days after that, often jerking awake in the middle of the night, immediately texting the other for comfort. 

You wondered if something happened to you, would Nanami break down the way he did for Haibara? Would it be equal? Would it be worse?

“Please reply,” you whisper, checking your phone again. Still nothing. Did he not care that you were being sent on a solo mission? Had he finally started to enjoy his life away from Jujutsu High that he wasn’t going to answer you anymore? Frustration fills you and you resist the urge to fling your phone across the room. You curl up into a ball and keep reminding yourself that he’d never play around with your feelings, that he was probably busy, and that he’d call you as soon as he could…

The day passes by in a haze. Still no word from Nanami. You try calling him again but it says he’s unreachable. It only alleviates your trepidation. Maybe he had forgotten you. College was a whole new world after all. You scream into your pillow, allowing self-pity to overtake you. No one understood. Your friends had advised you to break up with him before he broke up with you. That he would find someone else at college, that long-distance rarely ever worked out. 

You fall asleep on your bed in a blur of confusion, unable to ruminate about your situation anymore. 

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Nanami is out of breath as he hurdles through the corridors of Jujutsu High. A few students look at him in surprise and recognition, waving their hands at him as he races past, ignoring their greetings of ‘Nanami senpai!’. 

A solo mission…they had the nerve to send you on a solo mission…His breath had caught in his throat when he read your text, all other thoughts wiped blank. He’d immediately talked to his professors stating he had a family emergency and left hurriedly with nothing but his backpack. 

It took two trains to get here, one of which had gotten delayed. He couldn’t not see you before this mission, a damned solo mission, without reassuring you, without holding you tight after so many months apart. 

A left, a right, another left, then he halts in front of your dorm room and knocks softly. “Y/n?”

When you don’t open the door, he grips the handle, surprised to find it unlocked, and enters quietly. He sees you asleep on your bed, your bag set on the floor. A rush of relief and affection floods him as he sees you holding the little teddy bear he’d gifted you before leaving for college. 

‘Hold him when you miss me, yeah?’ He had said to you. You had immediately named it Teddymin, and he was currently tucked under your cheek as you slept uneasily. 

“Y/n,” Nanami says your name louder trying to rouse you, not wanting to scare you at seeing him in your dorm unexpectedly. You stir, then open bleary eyes. It was dark outside. Who was calling your name and why did it sound so familiar?

“Y/n.” Your eyes fly open and you quickly sit up, unable to believe it. 

“Kento?” You whisper his name disbelievingly, feeling tears well up in your eyes again. 

“I’m here.” He sits on the bed, drawing you close to him. You still can’t believe it. Were you dreaming? Was he really here? You grip his sleeve, hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his skin, and start crying unrestrainedly. All day, you had tried to keep it together, tried to convince your friends, convince yourself, that you had control over this. That you weren’t fazed about being assigned to a solo mission, that you were proud that management trusted you.

But Nanami’s presence breaks your composure, vulnerability showing through. “Why are you here?”

“Where else would I be?” he asks gently, patting your back. “I couldn’t focus in class, not after seeing your text. I’m sorry for not replying but I was basically catching trains all day to come see you.”

“You did that for me?” Your heart swells with love for him. 

“Of course. I just couldn’t…leave you alone, knowing you’re going on this mission by yourself. I had to see you.”

Silence falls between you both, listening to each other breathe. You wipe away your tears and take a steadying breath. Nanami hesitates, then asks, “Y/n, are you sure this is what you want to do? You graduate this year. You can leave all this behind.”

His words root themselves deeply in your mind and you find yourself considering it. Would it be possible to escape this? This unending cycle of fear for your life? “I don’t know. Everyone I know, everyone we know, is part of this. Could I just leave it all behind?”

“You can if you want to,” Nanami insists. “It’s hard, but trust me, it’s peaceful. I don’t want anything happening to you y/n. I’d never be able to forgive myself if I don’t give my best effort to get you away from here.” 

You know he means it, otherwise he wouldn’t have come all this way to see you. “You don’t have to make a decision now. We’ll talk about it after you get back from your mission.” He strokes your hair, reassuring you. 

“I will come back right?” There. You had asked the question that had been festering inside you all day. Nanami freezes when he hears you and his embrace tightens even more. 

“Of course you will. Why wouldn’t you?” He swallows, forcing himself to not think about any other answer to your question. After Haibara, he can’t take any more losses. He couldn’t lose you too. He’d break and probably never be made whole again. 

“I’m going to talk to Gojo. This will be your first and last solo mission.”

You wanted to protest but secretly, you’re relieved. “Would it work?”

“I can try. It’s reckless to send you without a partner.” He pulls away to frame your face in between his hands, heart breaking as he sees your look of apprehension. “Don’t worry. You will get back safely. I know your ability. You are a talented sorceress.”

Hearing his vote of confidence somehow carried more weight than management’s. “I really needed to hear that,” you say in a shaky voice. He embraces you again, gripping you so tightly it hurts but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. 

“You’ll come back. We’ll dance together at your prom. You’ll graduate. And I’ll make sure you never have to face something like this alone again.” He says all the things he wishes for you, wishes for both of you because honestly, he can’t imagine a future without you anymore. The conviction with which he says his words fortify you, and you finally manage to pull yourself into a better headspace. 

You wish he could accompany you on this mission, but understand that management could turn this into a cascade of litigation. He had disappointed a lot of people when he had left the school, and you couldn’t risk him using his abilities since he had forfeited his privilege to use them when he had surrendered his rank and title as a sorcerer. 

He presses a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “I love you. Promise to come back safely to me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Nanami doesn’t sleep for the next few nights. Finally, after 4 days, he sees the text message from you. 

I’m back.

It was only then that he allowed himself to break down and cry, not with grief like when Haibara died, but with relief that you had made it.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Christmas Cuddles

Currently dealing with a bad period myself so this is purely a self-indulgent fic 💞💋

Warnings; Soft and fluffy, not canon, no vecna. 💞

Hi everyone :) I'm going on a little mini break for the holidays so I would like to wish you all a lovely few days ahead whether you celebrate the holidays or not 😘

Big hugs and lots of positive vibes to anyone feeling sad or not in the holiday spirit 💞💞

💞

There was only a week left until Christmas, it was the last day of high school before winter break.

Yn had made it as far as trying unsuccessfully to get out of bed before the worst period cramps had her lay back down and give up.

On top of the period from hell was the sniffles as her mother called it. Not quite a cold but not far off.

Her body was aching and she couldn't stop sneezing. This December had been so busy and she wasn't taking care of herself as she should.

Her boyfriend Eddie insisted that she slowed down and would always help her relax when she was with him but this flu bug had hit her hard after she tried to fight it off all week.

With her energy depleted she just slept most of the morning. Eddie had a Hellfire Christmas celebration planned so at least we wouldn't catch this bug.

A little while later her landline ringing wakes her and she grudgingly gets up shivering and snuggled tightly into her fluffiest, softest dressing gown.

It was Eddie.

"Sweetheart? I've been calling you on and off for the last hour. You weren't at school or Hellfire, Are you okay princess?" she feels her heart flutter, he was such a sweet boyfriend.

"I'm fine babe, just bad cramps and I caught that stupid flu bug that is going around"

"You're sick? Oh, baby, I'll end Hellfire early. Come take care of you" she doesn't want him to do that. He's put so much work into this campaign.

"No you worked so hard on this campaign, I'll be fine babe. I'll see you later okay?" he grudgingly agrees and she assures him she is fine.

"I love you Eddie, I swear I'll be okay"

"I love you too sweetheart, I'll be as quick as I can" once he is off the phone she snuggles back into bed and tries to sleep of the worst of the cramps.

💞💞

She wakes to Eddie fluffing her pillow and peering at her concerned.

Wait a minute? Is she in some fever induced dream? Eddie's lips press to her forehead and she smiles, he really is here.

Her alarm clock reads that it's only been half hour since he got off the phone.

He's carrying a bag full of stuff and she sits up still feeling sore.

"Eddie love, I told you to stay at Hellfire" he frowns.

"My princess needed a noble knight to help her feel better and I accepted the quest. Anything to help my girl, who needs many, many kisses and cuddles"

He was so sweet. She squeezes his hand.

"I don't want you to get sick" he shakes his head.

"I won't and if I do it's a noble sacrifice if it means you feel better" he dives into the bag.

"Uh, I don't know if you use tampons or pads so I got both. Also this" he pulls out a big bar of chocolate, flu meds and an adorable teddy in the shape of a bat.

"Oh, Eddie. This is so sweet thank you. Where did you find this little cutie?" she hugs the bat close to her chest.

"Found him at the mall last week. Was saving him as a Christmas present for you but you need a pick me up so he's yours little earlier"

He sits on the bed strips to his boxers and cuddles up beside her and he gently begins to massage her back and belly.

"Just relax baby, I've got you' she sighs contently and cuddles close to him.

"Shall I make you a hot chocolate princess? Watch some Christmas movies?" she nods happily and he puts on a VHS of The Santa Claus.

Eddie makes the hot chocolate and stays close to her, he barely leaves her side and strokes her hair giving her soft kisses and holding her tight.

"Thank you for looking after me love" she tells him gratefully and he softens.

"Anything for you Princess",

💞💞.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Someone To Stay

Summary - Y/N realises she finally found her person who would stay with her, no matter what happens.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

WC - 1130

Warnings - Angst but with a fluffy end

Square filled - If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow ( @taylorswiftbingo ); Free Space ( @supernatural-jackles' TMAS'22)

A/N - Hey guys! It has been a long time! This fic is a little personal to me. It's just about things I have been going through recently and yeah, so I wrote a little something instead of studying. I hope y'all like it! I feel a bit rusty but I hope it's really something more than just word vomit lol

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

“Open the door, Dean–” the thudding on the door ceased as Y/N rested her head against the wooden surface “-open the door, babe. Please.” She tried to listen to something, anything that would tell her he was okay. “De, please, open the door. I'm beggin’ you honey.” She placed her palm on the hardwood, screwing her eyes shut and replaying the moment where it all went wrong in her head.

She did it out of fear and said those words because she was afraid. She never meant it. The muffled footsteps had now died down. The silence was deafening. She balled up her hands and her fist connected with the door and struck again. Again. And again. “Dean, I'm sorry.” I love you. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry that you ever loved me. I'm sorry because I can't be the person you want me to be. The words remained unspoken, weighing upon her shoulders like a dead weight. She wanted to say it all and bare herself in front of him but she never could. She was never good with words. “Honey, promise me to not do anything stupid in there. I'll leave. I'll…I want to give you the space you need. I know I let you down, again, but I still love you like the very first day.”

She had given up, understanding he needed his space and if that meant she had to walk away from him, she would. His happiness was all that really mattered to her. Dean had never reacted so fiercely before but this time she had truly hurt him, pushed him to the edge of the cliff.

Reluctantly, she dropped her hand and moved away from the door when she heard the latch open. Her ears perked up and a shuddered breath escaped her lips. Slowly the door opened and she saw him. Dean saw her too. Dishevelled, tear stained cheeks, eyes turned red from all the crying, she looked up to meet his sad green ones. “You keep hurting me. And I…I keep forgiving you and loving you.”

“I never meant it. Any of those. T-the words. I never meant any of those,” Y/N said.

“But you still said those, sweetheart,” Dean said.

“I'm sorry.” I love you. I'm sorry that I turned out to be a monster you can't love anymore. I'm sorry that I am the reason you can't love me anymore. I'm sorry because I can't stop loving you. She wanted to say everything but yet again, the words died down in her throat. She didn't know where to start. She never did.

“Our love is fucked up, is that what you think?” He asked. Tainted, he meant.

“No.”

“Then fight–” fight for me, he said “-stop pushing me away. Stop trying to walk away from us.”

“I can't–” the words were on the tip of her tongue yet she couldn't say those. She wanted to say she would fight for them but the darkness inside pulled her under, telling her she would never be enough for him.

“All my life, I have had some really shitty people pretend to be the person I can lean on. They stabbed me in my back while hugging me. But you were the only person who made me believe that I can love again, trust again but I am always too scared. That you'll leave me like everyone else. Yet, each time I hurt you, I'm hurting myself too. Because I can't stop.” A stray tear rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.

“Let me break down the walls. I promise to never leave you wounded with a thousand cuts.” His hands had found her face, his palms cupping her cheeks. He wanted her to look into his eyes and know that he wasn't lying.

“But I'll always end up hurting you, sweetheart. I can't–” she screamed at herself to speak up. Tell him. She tried again. She had to tell him. “Dean…I can't…I'm sorry because I can't be the ideal woman for you.”

“I never wanted a perfect girl, sweetheart. I just want you. And you're perfect to me,” she said.

“I'm broken.”

“I'm too. But I have been healing since I found you.”

“I never wanted to hurt you. I was scared. For a moment, I thought you would be better off without me. If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know that you deserve someon–”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, Y/N Y/L/N. How many times can I make you realise in how many ways that you are the one I want? Broken, bruised, battered, Y/N, it doesn't matter. I will take you, with or without scars. It is not your fault that people don't know your worth. You deserve someone way better than those scumbags who just use you for their own benefit. You are not a bad person for not letting them treat you like shit. You are a fighter for kicking all the toxic people out of your life. And you should be proud of yourself.” Dean said and pressed his lips to her forehead, “And I promise that I'll never leave you–” She wanted to believe. She needed to believe him “-unless you want me to go–”

“No,” she said.

“No? Then I'll stay. No matter what happens, I'll stay with you. But you have to show me too that you want me to stay,” Dean caressed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away those tears, “promise me to never shove me out. Talk to me if anything bothers you.”

“I'm not good with words.”

“I know, babe,” he pulled her into his arms, “I know.”

Sniffling against his chest, she whispered, “I'm sorry–”

“It's alright–”

“I love you.” Wrapped in his arms, Y/N found the guts to say every single word stuck in her throat. She let all the bottled up emotions flow. “I love you. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry because I will always be scared that you'll leave me. I'm sorry but I love you.”

His hold around her frame tightened before he tilted his head, dipping down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. Dean said, “There hasn't been a single moment since the day I met you when I wasn't completely in love with you. I love you, sweetheart.”

Y/N reached out to cup his face. On her tiptoes, she pulled him in a kiss, again. Leaning in, he deepened the kiss and they stayed in that embrace for a long moment. They still had a long road ahead but at least they were in this together.

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[exy-shmexy]

Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

Thank you so much for the tag @fortheloveofexy <3

Tagging @halfpintpeach @brokenpinetree @desolatebee

One thing I want to say first is that I am so grateful for all the friends I have made thanks to all these fics. I have met some incredible people who supported me and offered me much-needed feedback when I needed it most so to each of you, thank you for absolutely everything.

TOP 5 (by Kudos)

Patchwork (2.3k, Andreil)

In this one, Andrew lets a bored Neil doodle on his legs, then decides to keep a permanent trace of it. I'm not gonna lie, I'm very surprised this is my number one. I love it dearly, mostly because it's basically just fluff and I'm a massive sucker for fluffy fics, but the fact it's ranking so high is funny to me. It's a little guy, but one I was very happy with in the end.

2. Of Detention and Passing Notes (7.2k, Andreil)

This one started off as a very silly tweet I posted about a High School AU where Neil meets Andrew in detention and bugs him by tossing paper notes on his desk. I had an absolute blast writing it! It's one of my first long-ish one shots so I was very happy with it at the time. Also I had to ask several people about actually getting into detention because I was too scared to get in trouble back in my high school days.

3. On The Road (1.8k, Andreil)

This is basically Neil getting horny while the team is on their way to an away game. I uh don't know what madness took over my brain for this one but you know what? It was fun to write c:

4. Let Our Hearts Do Their Part (8.1k, Andreil)

This... is not what it was originally supposed to be lmao I'm happy with it, but my brain kinda decided to go in a completely different direction than what I originally wanted, which is fine! Sometimes you have a plan but then along the way your idea strays away from it and another sprouts in its place.

5. As It Was (3k, Andreil)

Oof that's the very first fic I wrote for AFTG. It's a sick fic in which Neil gets the flu, is stubborn about it, so Andrew comes back to PSU to take care of him. I really like it, still now. I was sick myself when I wrote it and pretty mad about it so that was a good way to vent lol

PERSONAL 5

Paw and Order (ongoing currently 22k, Andreil)

This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written. This Cat Cafe AU has my entire heart, I absolutely love it and it is just so comforting to write. I have two chapters left to write for it and I'm excited to mark it as completed when the time comes for it although I will probably be sad about it because I just seriously love this silly thing so much.

TW for the paragraph below: mental health, depression, loneliness

Since this post is about being open about your writing, I have to admit that the first two chapters are very heavy on the angst because I was in a similar kind of mood as Andrew is in the beginning of this fic. I tend to get very lost in my own head, and it usually ends up in me feeling very lonely because my brain is great like that. Being able to project on Andrew (sorry my guy) was very helpful at the time. Me being me though, the next chapters get fluffier because even though I try to pretend that I'm a tough emo person, I'm secretly a softie but don't tell anyone. So yeah, this AU will forever have my heart.

2. Querencia (11k, Andreil)

Aw man okay another one I loved working on. To no one's surprise, this is also a very fluffy boy. Neil and Andrew go on a road trip together. This fic has a special place in my heart too for lots of reasons.

3. Snow Angels (1.6k, Aaron)

Listen, we've barely had snow over here. One morning I saw that one video of a dad teaching his kid how to do snow angels, and my brain ran with the idea. It's centered around Aaron because I just know he is the most amazing dad to his twin daughters. Also, they have a puppy.

4. Le Corbeau et le Renard (ongoing currently 40k, all the Foxes)

Basically everything is the same except Ichirou forces Jean to join the Foxes instead of the Trojans after TKM. I have SUCH a love-hate relationship with this fic. I think I was onto something when the idea popped into my brain, but as soon as I sit down to write it my brain just turns off. I like writing about Jean and his relationship with the Foxes, also all the tiny subplots sprinkled in-between, but sometimes I think I was perhaps a bit too ambitious.

Anyway, all of this to say I need to tame this beast and get back to it after I'm done with Paw and Order.

5. Licorice (1k, Andreil)

It's kinda funny because now that I thought about Patchwork again, these two have very similar vibes. I guess I just have a thing for Andreil, being alone in their dorm and some non-sexual intimacy.

#if you read all of this kudos to you I will forever admire you #the way I just decided to ramble on and on #but it was fun! #aftg #aftg fic

[acacia-may]

Regarding how to deal with painful ships, dear Acacia, I have a few suggestions:

Soft and fluffy AU thoughts. Can be fix-it AUs or full blown coffee shops/high school/roommates AUs. You just have to think about the best case scenarios for the ship.

Remember the ship's softer canon moments. Think about the little moments of grace that the writer(s) give the characters in the ship.

Put on the cheesiest love duets you can find/your favorite love songs and mentally play some music videos. It works for me, at least.

Find a new ship (temporarily). Not the top recommended option but maybe thinking of another romance will take your brain off the pain of the pair you were initially thinking of?

Lean into the heartbreak and angst! Beat the writer at their own game of making the ship painful to deal with. Imagine the worst case scenario possible for your ship of choice. Cry your eyes out. And then look back at canon which hopefully isn't as bad as the heart-wrenching scenario you mentally cooked up.

Oh my goodness, I am just squealing over some of these, Erika! They're great suggestions!! Thank you so much! 🥰 I've been trying out number 3 with some classic bubblegum pop songs (and I'm pretty sure "She'd Rather Be With Me" by The Turtles is going to make my Spotify Wrapped this year...😅😂).

Now that I've had a little bit of time to sit with my ships (and my angst), I have been able to think up some story ideas which has been making me feel better about things. One of the ships has a week coming up so I've been trying to channel all of my feelings into writing for that. I've taken your advice and leaned into the angst--while also making an AU fix-it which has been a bit of an interesting combination, something new and different for me (which is a little exciting but also a little nerve-wracking). I've got part of it done, but we'll have to wait and see how it all works out in the end. They will eventually get their happy ending one way or another. I'm determined to make it happen! 💕

The other ship I haven't quite wrapped my head around yet. I absolutely love it, but I also like other ships for one of the characters involved so it's a bit more complicated. All of the ships for that character are sad as heck though so jumping ship to another one (no pun intended 😂) would probably also just depress me. I don't know why I do this to myself... 🙈 There's a third even more depressing ship than the two I mentioned in my post that I also recently picked up, but I'm starting to worry that there's no amount of fluff or wishful thinking that could fix that one. I tried to come up with a happy shenanigans AU for it today and was telling my sister about it (it's an OTP of hers) only to stumble at the last second when I couldn't figure out how to resurrect a character in a way that made sense so it ended up being sad in the end. I think I need more practice for coming up with "Everyone Lives AUs." 🙈 I will just have to keep trying!

Thank you so much again for the encouragement and the great suggestions! You really have such a gift for writing angst and the most beautiful tragic relationships so I knew I could count on you! Thanks, friend! Cheers & much love!! 💕

#acacia's ramblings #erika 💙 #friends #positivity 😊

[guardiandae]

Tagged by the wonderful @rayadraws!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 70

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

710,529

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Punch Man, Marvel. Formerly BTVS.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

" - 2,391 kudos "Natural" - 2,448 kudos "5+7" - 3,341 kudos "Milkyway" - 4,601 kudos "Salvaged" - 6,567

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! But i have a habit that tends to backfire on me... I'll respond to all comments for a while and then after a couple weeks I'll stop responding because I want to finish a chapter first.... this is fine except sometimes by the time I let myself respond to all those old comments it's been like.... 5 years. LOL. But I really do like to reply to every single one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Distance Between Us

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sugar & Spice

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Lmfao. Surprisingly rarely! I've maybe gotten two actual hate comments on my more spicy account. I've gotten more hate comments for making Saitama transmasc, but not by much. But like... I didn't make him transmasc anyway, it just happened. But yeah if people are whiny little bitches and I just roast them and then delete their comment because that doesn't fly for me, especially the transphobic weirdos.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah. Ummm I like it when the weiners touch 👉👈

Actually lemme see. On my main account, my top tags are kind of all over the place. Mainly fluffy stuff, dirty talk. On my secret second account we'll get better results.... Watersports/Urination - obviously. Anal sex - duh, but boring. Dubious consent - spicy. Felching - MM. 🙏 Male lactation - MILK. HIM. 💦

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only "Now Recruiting", which still gets a lot of love tbh. It's about the Avengers trying to recruit Saitama, which isn't too crazy. Fun though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

WOOF. I hope not. The sites that scrape fics are scary.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah 💜 I love my international fans, and I always say yes when someone asks to translate. I just ask that they remember to link up with mine!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My memory is bad but I really don't think so. I don't play well with others >.< Also why I have turned down RP requests every time.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wade/Nate. It might have hibernated for years, but it came back with a vengeance when it came back. But any ship I've written for, it's gotta be a hyperfixation for me, so I promise I love them all.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

[Redacted]. But I'm not sure it's that I never will - it's that I think I overshot my ending and I actually need to hack it back a little and just end the fic. The way I kept going, it would've added another small arc to the fic that made it end on a sad note. And That, I'd probably never finish. The fic is old enough though that even thinking about opening it up to do that makes me cringe.

Secondary: Salvaged. But don't panic! It's not that I'll never finish it, it's that I will but still not any time soon. ;; It'll be a lot of work to open it up again and finish it. I wanna finish some other projects first, including new ones (oops). But I don't feel 'cringe' about opening it again. Just a loooottt of files to sift through.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told my dialogue is amazing. I think it's because I enjoy practicing the lines, over and over again, and pacing everything out to make sure it sounds like something the character would actually say, and somewhat flow in real time.

I'm also quite lucky at being able to have details fall into place in really interesting ways. So that thing that seems elaborately planned out, who knows, lol. It's sort of half elaborately planned and half happy coincidence.

People also tell me that I manage to capture their imagination and especially their emotions. 🫶

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing. Haha. I'll either catch stage fright if something gets really popular (especially if there's a sex scene, oop) or I'll get bogged down with things needing to be perfect, or a secret third thing - I get really attached and don't want to end the AU because then I worry I'll forget it exists.

Memory problems. Returning to a fic is harder because even after a month I don't remember what happened. And if I'm going without writing for any period of time I feel like I forget who I am as a writer completely. Sometimes I really can't understand who wrote a fic of mine, because it doesn't feel like it was me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Ummmmm I do this very sparingly because I know that google translate is very flawed and I'm not fluent in any other language. Sometimes a little bit of french or spanish has been appropriate for a Deadpool fic, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer <3 I didn't include that in my fic count tho.... I don't dare go back to That Place, even just to look (FF.net)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm gonna have to break it up by ship otherwise this ain't even fair--

"Hello, Handsome" - Cablepool - it's just soooo creative and fun! and COMPLETE! "5+7" - Genosai - another really fun one, emotional ups and downs but ultimately soooo fluffy and nice and one of those fics that changed my life. Almost done! "Yours" - Skirth/Agony - a rare f/f pairing but I really enjoyed writing them <333 COMPLETE "Milkyway" - Eddie/Symbiote - can something be a fluffy family fic AND really dirty filthy kinky at the same time? Apparently, somehow. COMPLETE.

Tagging @aeriamamaduck @pohjanneito and @theomnicode!

#tag games

[notsuchasecret]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I don't think @oloreandil meant to tag me but I'm doing it anyway!

1 - How many works do you have on ao3?

215. I had a huge head start when I did one ficlet a day in 2015, but not all 365 of those made it onto Ao3 (and a few of them were chapters added to other fics.

2 - What's your total ao3 word count?

1,022,445. I'm so sad I didn't even notice when I went over a million on there! But upon checking it looks like it was during my posting for the HQ Monsterlovers Big Bang, so that's not surprising.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Haikyuu!!, but I started with Free!. I've also written for the MCU once or twice and VLD once, but I think there's only one of those ones on Ao3.

4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fool's Gold, Curiosity Killed the Cat (and Satisfaction Brought it Back) , both of which surprised me, Growing Old in Mediocrity, which I seriously thought would be number one, Those Who Wander, and Brave.

5 - Do you respond to comments?

Honestly, no. I feel bad about it and I hate it, but I don't do it. I get so anxious that I'm going to somehow offend someone, or about what I'm going to say, and just. Ugh.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Four Christmases That Totally Sucked (And One That Kind of Didn't) is the only fic I have left up that's just straight angst. I have a lot of hurt/comfort, but pretty much everything I write has a happy ending in one form or another. There is one other fic that exists only if you know where to find it here on tumblr that I deleted all the links to because I got literal death threats over the sad ending and I'm not playing that game with y'all.

7 - What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This one depends on your definition of happy ending. Like I said pretty much all of my fics have a happy ending because of who I am as a person, but some of them require more work to get to than others. the best revenge (you are a life well lived) is by far the one that fits this question the best. Not only did the characters have to work hard for that happy ending, but I did too. To this day when I'm feeling trapped in a PTSD spiral, I can often point at that fic to remind myself that there is a way out, and that there is a life beyond the lowest point. Those few of you who know just how much I was going through leading up to posting this fic, including the night of posting it, y'all know exactly how much that means to me.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but not in a long time. The thing is, I'm kind of an oblivious moron, sitting happily in my little corner of the sandbox and making the blorbos kiss. I do know there had been hate about me that I never even noticed, but the only hate I actually saw was back in 2015, so I'm glad about that.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have been told I write the fluffiest smut on the face of the planet, which is hilarious considering that most of what I write is also pretty kinky. I've been in the sex industry in one form or another for a few years now, mostly on the retail side, and I know some crazy shit, and it's kind of a special interest now. So erotica and smut are my bread and butter, but even when there are chains and whips and chastity devices, there's also a lot of love and aftercare and fluffy, schmoopy, cuddly grossness.

10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Crossovers just kind of... pop out of me. None of them are crazy imo... most of them are Haikyuu!! and Free!, though I'm pretty sure there have been some knb kids as well.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

It was the funniest thing, my longest fic, the one I'm most proud of, was snatched and put up on Amazon for sale. It was a huge thing, so I wasn't the only author scraped, but let me tell you seeing my gay anime magic au fanfiction sold as an actual book with no changes to even the title or the description or character names still gives me a bit of a giggle.

12 - What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

the best revenge objectively shouldn't have taken me over two years to write, but when you factor in all the life shit that happened to produce that fic, yes it should have. Prior to that, I spent 10 months or so writing The Anatomy of an Eternity and I'm so proud of how it turned out and have spent the last, oh god, six years chasing that high.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

One time a co-written fic just fell out of @ezzydean and I like an egg we didn't realize we were laying. Just. Plop! Ezzy re-formatted our chat log into jagged pieces and Feathers on the windowsill and to this day I don't know how it happened.

14 - What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms?

I feel like it's unfair to say SakuAtsu considering I have posted exactly one (1) fic of them, but y'all have no idea how badly these to assholes have taken over my life. I had to give them their own section in my 4thewords writing organization. I hate them so much someone stop them.

15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a running joke that's not actually a joke about "the fanfic I will never publish". It's currently over 100k long and I doubt it'll ever see the light of day. I would also like to finish How Many Crows Does it Take to Screw In a Lightbulb but I don't know if I can finish it as is or if I need to tear it down and start all over since the timeskip.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my characterization is gold, and I'm not discounting that. I think that I'm also just really good at Putting Dudes Into Situations. Since I am, as mentioned, sitting in a sandbox and making the blorbos kiss, that's really what writing fic is to me. I just wanna see what happens to these characters if I stick them in different combinations. I wanna see if they maintain the same basic form when they're not playing volleyball, but are instead navigating the faerie court, or in a magic college, or sailing on pirate ships. How much does environment change who we are and how much is it intrinsic to ourselves?

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Shiny Object Syndrome. I see a fun new AU and I have to physically restrain myself from chasing it down a rabbit hole and ignoring the sixteen other projects I have going on.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Since I'm an Anglophone I don't know how much of a leg I have to stand on in this question. That said, I do believe there are certain things that can't be expressed outside of their native language. That said, I don't think it's my place as a white USAmerican to try and tell stories about what it's like to be xyz other race/culture/experience that I simply don't have access to. I do use Japanese terms in-prose for certain things. Genkan and Engawa are the most prominent things I can think of, since most English-speaking cultures don't really have equivalents in our own homes. Lines of dialog in other cultures are an interesting thing that I tend to avoid specifically because I don't know how to do it well in most of the languages that would make sense for what I'm writing (I speak enough Spanish to pass for a precocious pre-schooler, and I have a decent amount of Latin and Irish under my belt, but none of those really have a chance to come up in what I write, unfortunately).

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Free!. The very first ficlet posted on this tumblr account was written January 1, 2015, and it was the very first piece of fanfic I ever wrote. Because I'm insane like that.

20 - Favourite fic you've written?

I love most of my children equally. That said, the best revenge (you are a life well lived), The Anatomy of an Eternity, and Rowan Berries, Iron, and Other School Supplies all have a very special place in my heart.

I'm not gonna tag anyone directly but if anyone does it from seeing this, please tag me so I can read!

#Life of a Ro

[absotivelyplushilutely]

There were actually Jellycats at the Waterstones I was in this weekend, when I've been in the past there was usually just a couple or none. After I took these photos I actually straightened up the display so everyone was facing out. I didn't get anyone because I didn't have money but I did thoroughly enjoy saying hello to everyone and giving them pats and a little "hand cuddle" (like hugging them but using just my hands so that I don't accidentally get them too close to my face or anything).

I really liked Munro Scottie Dog, they had three there, it was nice to check the texture since sometimes it can be a little tricky to tell (a bit like the curvie Jellycats, a couple of lengths and warm/fluffy type fabric instead of silky soft), if I'd had money I honestly would've been tempted to bring one home. I felt Crumblie Fox and liked that texture too (same as or very similar to the Fuddlewuddles). Fuddlewuddle Dino and Elephant are great, the name made my brother smile, they've both been on my list for ages, and Harry Panda is always very tough to resist because while he's not floppy he does have the perfect amount of stuffing (at least all of the ones I've felt) to where he squishes a little when you hug him but also presses you in a nice reassuring way.

I know lots of people like sharks so the sharks in the second photo are Keel Eco (the brand is called Keel, this collection is the Eco collection it uses recycled materials if I remember rightly) and are very very soft and lovely, the Keel Eco stuff is always super soft (almost Jellycat soft) I have a little Panda I got as a gift and they're great so if anyone is curious about those then I can recommend them. In case anyone was curious my brother's favourites were these sharks and Bashful Tiger (he didn't get anything either because he's trying to save money).

In the window I saw a few lambs but didn't get a proper look because it was getting late, I think one might've been Huddles Sheep though (bearing in mind that I need to go for an eye test and definitely need new glasses xD) very cute!

I'm really excited for the Feb 15th drop, I don't know if I'll be able to actually get anything right away (this month didn't go to plan and I feel like their prices have gone up since a year or two ago which is sad for me), but regardless I'm excited to look when they drop! I got my favourites into the three I'd buy if I could though (three because initially three was how many I intended to get and had allocated money for it but between Build-a-Bear and a few things going wrong I used most of it).

Blowzy Belle Sheep (if I'm picking just one this'll be the one)

Fuzzkin Monkey

Tumblie Elephant (or Cosmo Monster, I keep going back and forth on this one)

Then once Feb is done I need to take a break to let my wallet recover (also I'm out of space so I really need to limit myself more).

#jellycat #plush #plushies #plush collector #plushie #soft toys #jellycats #Keel #Keel eco #I'm trying to allocate money for at least one Jellycat fingers crossed but I'm not getting my hopes up things are off to a rocky start

[viscountessevie]

What are your fav pre S2 fics and post S2 fics?

Sanji's Bridgerton Fic Recs

Am I allowed to plug myself? 😂😂 I just never end up on fic rec lists so you know what Imma be shameless and link my masterlist:

I'm really proud of my Kathony one shots (My 10 Things AU is a vibe but I've abandoned it sorry yall 😭) and I think my NB!Sophie fic deserves more love so please if you're interested have a read and let me know what you think 💞

As for the other recs - I'll be honest, I don't read as much fics as I should especially when I have so many amazing writer friends I really feel bad I haven't read or commented enough on their fics! That being said here's all my fave fic writers (literally mainly my friends shsjjsjs cos they're the only ones I trust to get the characters right):

@newtonsheffield aka Molly! She is first fandom friend I ever made in this fandom and the reason I ended up making this blog. I always saw her in the main tag and got really curious about her fics. Then I fell into the rabbit hole that is BSCU which I still need to finish 💀💀. I would rec all of her works tbh she has written something for everyone but my personal faves are the following:

1) Mysterious Fathoms Below - A Little Mermaid Kathony AU that's very soft and hella intimate. I was SUPER hyped for this one and Molly really delivered

2) Through The Wire - This was an intense and angsty AU where Anthony gets amnesia after an accident a little while after dumping Kate when they were getting too serious. It was brilliantly written and I honestly think this is her best work. It's so annoying that the puritans of the fandom gave her so much shit for some of her chapters, they can fuck right off this was my absolute fave fic of hers ever!

3) Royals - Hello we ALL LOVE a Princess Diaries 2 AU! This was such a fun read honestly it's been so long I need to go back and reread. Also watching the movie right after hits different and gives you all the feels

[Ik she has other faves she'd hype up more but I haven't read those yet jshdjjd so I can't really comment on them but oh! Honourable Mention because she's mentioned she loves this AU but it's very underrated and I still need to read it: Post Traumatic. It's a Jurassic Park AU AND Kate is a fight pilot it's iconic]

I would also recommend going through the tags of those fics because she always has fun snippets, edits and playlists for them! It really drums up the hype while you're waiting for it to be updated.

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Next up we have Lil aka @sharmasandcorgis whose writing I absolutely adore and I think she's hella underrated so please go give her some love on her AO3

1) Leap Year - If you haven't already guessed I go feral for movie AUs I think its a film writer thing lmao. Based on the movie of the same name, it's enemies to lovers EXCELLENCE, with a side of fake marriage we love to see it!!

2) Mornings - It's pregnancy Kathony fic and is so so soft and comforting. I was literally Agnes reading it: IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GOING TO DIE!!

3) So I need to catch up on her other fics but she's so brilliant I couldn't pick a 3rd I'm just reccing her entire AO3 works!!

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Zaira aka @jeanvanjer who needs to write more fics for us because her writing is AMAZING, currently only has The Ghost of You up at the moment. Very soft but angsty and sad, get tissues ready before reading.

Look out for her Sugar Daddy Professor Anthony AU at some point down the line.

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Triv aka @hptriviachamp is my fave Regency fic writer because she's very good with the language of the time, does thorough research for every fic and as a Poli-Sci major, always has a political touch in her fics it sets her writing apart from the rest of the writers and makes her stories so unique!

1) Suddenly A Smile, Shyly Obscene - Johncesca's first meeting fully fleshed out. I watched this fic come to life in our GC whenever we had writing sprints and let me say I'M OBSESSED! She really understands Johncesca and the way she writes John makes me go feral, her John is now Canon John imo.

2) The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton - IT'S *THE* NEXT GEN FIC! Charlotte and Clairmont are super compelling especially with how it progresses and no spoilers but there's a suprise on Clairmont's part 👀. It's a really refreshing take on a certain kind of relationship and the characters are just so fun to read about.

3) A Very Bridgerton Diwali - The very first fic of hers I've read. It made my heart sing because it reminded me so much of how my family and I are during Deepavali so it hit close to home in a very soft way.

Author's Pick: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Senior Year (Just Rage) - A Kathony HS AU with all the tropes of a HS au and beats of their story in one fic.

Honourable Mention: I'm Your National Anthem - A very spicy politically charged Kathony Politics AU but it's on the back burner as a WIP and hasn't been posted 😭😭 if it ever comes out please go read it!

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Belle aka @sophiamariabeckett !! My fandom wife 😍😍. Heads up, we're moving into Benophie territory.

1) Bridgertons' Anatomy - IT'S A GREYS AU!! I was really surprised to hear her tell me this wasn't hyped up more like don't yall love Greys?? AND OFC THE BRIDGERTONS WOULD BE A HIGH POWERED DOCTOR DYNASTY FAMILY!

Of course it's Benophie centric and Ben/Sophie (Baek!! She's Korean yall) are super cute in it but my fave chapter is Nepotism Babies where Anthony and Simon meet for the first time 🥺🥺🥺

Soo gooo read it - Belle also made a lot of edits for it, go give it some love!

2) Fallen Through Time - Outlander AU nuff said, very angsty and just iconic I mean when Jamie and Claire are the blueprint and you apply to Benophie it's just chef's kiss!

3) Author's Pick: Dusk Til Dawn - Violet Bridgerton II's Birth! Another fic that was born in our GC and it is so so soft. Okay but like the way I initially wrote From Dusk Til Dawn til I realised that's a video game 💀💀

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Last but certainly not least, Michaela aka @minim236 is literally our fandom's Bob the Builder fix-it fic writer. Canon broke it? Michaela can fix it, yes she can!

Her AUs are unmatched! Lots of fun rarepairs but she makes them work and you can see why they fit together. My personal favourite fic is tied between these two so I'll put them in the order I read it:

1) The Marina/Simon Series - An AU where Simon and Marina strike a deal to enter into a marriage of convenience so she won't be ruined and Simon can say Fuck you to his dad by not having any biological kids to take the Dukedom. Also these two deserve better than being ending up with r*pists (Ik Show Phillip didn't since they won't need to consummate their marriage and she doesn't seem to have PPD but still Book Philip can go die.)

I think this was the first ever fic I read from her?? So definitely has a special place in my heart!

2) [Also Author's Pick:] A Papa Sharma & Mary Love Story. My soft spot is Kate and Edwina's parents I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING and this fic series fulfilled that!! Their love story was so so sweet and we had baby Kate and Mary moments I was sobbing! We also had a moment where Vi was being a ignorant white lady lmaoo it was funny and I lowkey wish she had been called out for it within the narrative hshshs.

Bonus Sequel: Letters Sent & Read

Sorry M I gotta admit I haven't read this one yet but I will soon! The premise is promising and I'm excited to read it 🤗🤗

3) Ruin

He would not ruin her. How could he ruin such beauty? Benedict is an artist without a muse or motivation. Until he is introduced to Sophie Beckett, a guarded ballet dancer who lacks passion and does not want to be his muse. The attraction between them is confusing, especially to her.

I need to read this but it's a monster of a fic and I love that! Hopefully it will be finished by the time I can start it and I'll be able to binge it ehehhe. I will say I always see edits for it and they are amazing!!! So please go give them some love 💞

Also anon I know you asked for Pre-S2 and Post-S2 fics, but I can't recommend any good fics that are canon compliant with S2. I've given up on trying to find good ones without a Kathani jumpscare and I have talked about it on my blog a couple of times (recently talked about it in the comments here) but I hate HATE the trend of Abusive!Sharmas and White Saviour Kathony saving Kate from her 'oh so horrible' family, it's fucked up. Please go read TVWLM and come back with better characterisations of the Sharma Family Unit thanks, we don't claim the dysfunction on the show.

Thanks again for the ask anon and everyone goooo read my friends' work, just absolutely brilliant writers!

#bridgerton #Bridgerton Fic Recs #Bridgerton Fanfiction Recommendations #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kathony #sophie beckett #sophie baek #benedict bridgerton #benophie #Papa Sharma #Mary Sharma #Mr. Sharma #Mr. Sharma/Mary Sharma #francesca bridgerton #john stirling #johncesca #Kanthypants & Eldest Daughters GC #Michaela Tag #Molly Tag #sanji answers

[shinycollarboneapologist]

okay let's be boring and go with ace as a name bc that's my nickname irl bc I'm a massive gilmore girls fan (team logan btw iykyk)!!

I really want to attempt writing fics but I'm wayyyy to nervous! I was okay at English in school and I always send obnoxiously long asks into blogs on here with my ideas based on their fics (sorry fellow tumblr.com authors you all get forced to see my writing) but I have nightmares of writing and putting it on here only to be bullied off the platform ahahahahah

jealous of the sun bathing in England rn its been pissing it down raining all dayyyyy, we only get like 1 week of sun a year and the rest of the time its very stereotypically rainy !! my day was shit but always better after taking to you bff!

also please excuse my excessive use of exclamation marks idk why but to me a full stop feels mean and I also use ellipsis way too much but I, like you, am the drama so I love to build unnecessary tension...

I've actually always wanted jury duty but I've never been called for it, I know it's meant to be so boring but I want to live my jury duty delusion of being a hot juror! a torrid jury love affair? hello I'd read that fic

spring break always sounded so fun to me as a sad English child!! we just call it Easter holidays and be boring and religious but when I hear spring break I imagine drunk people on a beach in florida yk?

my current obsessions for blogs are;

-lottiecrabie (pfms has me in a chokehold)

-toomuchracket (living in the flatmate! matty delusion rn)

-byyourside28 (loving the soft sound series as a person obsessed with getting tattoos)

-justlikemebutsixfootthree (literally all their smut is god tier)

-bookishstrawberry (fluffy and gizmo series has my heart)

-imightgetbetter (the whole love it if we made it series has me wanting children but only fictional ones with matty... the delusion creation is STRONG)

and OF COURSE the no 1 blog on tumblr is the beautiful, amazing and unmatched... shinycollorboneapologist

omg yes to only letting matty into our cottage to sing, we will bring him out tea and cigarettes but otherwise no rats allowed sorry ratthew!! taylor however gets the master suite with a 4 poster bed and unlimited pampering!! same with Ross, George and Adam bc only ratty needs humbling (I really do love you tho Matthew give me one chance I'll be your controversially young gf)

ily bff!!!

-ace (my new name rip illicit affairs anon you will be missed)

ps. apologies for the ridiculously long ask I literally am so obnoxious

..... i love gilmore girls. lets chat abt that.

okay that is very ... warranted. i also was super nervous and tbh ... style was probably never going to be posted but i was a bit inebriated after my birthday and just posted it without looking back. look at us now!!! so for that, i say you should 110% just take the leap. i will be your #1 fan actually.

i will send the sunshine and good vibes your way. i usually like the rain a lot, but i can imagine it gets a bit tiring if its like that all year long. im glad you had a good day!!!!

i love your use of exclamation points okay. there i said it. it just makes everything you say feel so excited and happy and i love it. the ellipses ...... love that for us. ofc you are the drama, you're the main character hello.

that is how i want my spring break to be, but alas i am working and writing my silly little stories for tumblr.com. SGLJFDLG easter holiday just sounds so cute though?

okay can we talk about pfms.... because that. that fic is my hyper fixation atm. like i just … it’s everything to me.

also all of those blogs i follow and love more than life itself. most of them axtually inspired me to write myself which is like 🫂 i use all of them as my silly little delusional daydreams (esp toomuchrackets flatmate!matty, the things i would do for that man and justlikemebutsixfootthree’s recent smut… jeez)

please you are too kind. idk abt no 1 blog BUT… i’ll take it okay.

maybe some cheese too, since he is a rat. taylor gets the master suite with us, we’ll bake her little cookies and biscuits and give her the best pampering treatment of her life. (also pls let’s not conjure matty to my blog … that would be so embarrassing to me i think i would keel over and die) (i also will fight u for the spot of matty’s controversially young gf)

ilysm and i hope u have a great day

#ace #rip to illicit affairs anon #u will be missed #ilysm bff

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

the dream I just woke up from oh my God. I was in high school for some reason (I actually have recurring stress dreams about hs and it's always the same building I've never seen in real life and filled with the same people, I was there in this dream too). I had an IV in my arm for some reason?? it hurt a lot and kept pulling and I didn't have a pole for it, I was just kinda holding the bag I guess. anyway the dream started normally- I was trying to remember my schedule and getting distracted, stuff like that, and then. there was this MASSIVE dog? like, big as a car, black and Grey fluffy fur, crazy fangs and angry eyes. it was killing people left and right and it was a mad scramble for safety. blood all over the place and constant screaming. we couldn't get outside for some reason? and the staircases were suddenly decrepit, twisted metal and huge amounts of steps missing but I manged to get up to the top floor (and dream me was mentally yelling at myself for running upstairs lol). everything is eerily quiet now. calm before the storm vibes.there's some more people upstairs trying to make a plan. we're like breaking off pieces of lockers and windows to try and make weapons and discover it's really low quality metal and for some reason? that tells us this was a planned thing and someone let the dog in on purpose? we look outside the window and can see it stalking the grounds, looking for it's next victim. there was a tree in front of the window but it had no leaves and some of the branches were twisted into shapes, which one girl in the group recognized and? that was a clue or something? we end up splitting up to hide. I'm alone in a classroom that has a huge thick curtain on one side of it and I'm trying to hide behind it but it's blowing in the air conditioning like crazy. I'm laying down on my back propped up on my elbows holding like a stick we made out of the cheap metal as a sad little weapon. I can hear the dog in the hallway, growling and slamming into doors. I'm trying so hard to stay quiet and finally it gets into the room I'm in. somehow it doesn't see me immediately but it's slowly prowling around the room suspiciously. there was sunlight coming in one side of the room but the side I was on was darker bc of the curtain and I guess that's why it didn't spot me immediately? it got like right I'm front of me at some point and I wasn't breathing. all the sudden it finally spots me and opens it's mouth wide to kill me, and in a split second I remembered that in percy jackson (lol) they kill the nemean lion by hitting inside it's mouth so I just ram that metal stick I've got right down it's throat. I stab it over and over till it's way passed dead. the rest of the group finds me and we start dismembering the body, someone's gonna bury parts of it on both the east and west coast and someone else is booking a flight so they could dispose parts of it in england, and I think the rest was gonna be thrown in the ocean? we kinda start piecing together that there were missed signs that this was going to happen, something about black moths? I ended up deciding to drop out of school and we all went our separate ways to dispose of the dog's remains. also. this was not crucial to the plot but kept getting brought up throughout the dream- elmo from seasme street was following me on twitter?

#dreams #nightmares #anyone uh. wanna take a crack at that one #if there's any dream analysis queens following me I guess? lol #molly mumbles

[sillytaetime]

Died Out; K.YY ff

Desc:// Maybe things would have worked out... as long as the flame hadn't died out.

Warnings:// none, really. This one isn't suggestive even a little bit. It'd just a cute lil fluffy relationship until the end with the break up and all, that's angsty and kinda triggering so you have been warned!

Pairings:// bf!Yugyeom x reader

WC://569

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There was only one thing that could heal a broken heart. Time, right? No. Sex.

I'm kidding. Time really does make a difference. I spent time figuring out who I was since the break up.

It was kinda nice this way. I'd gotten so used to having someone with me all the time I forgot how it felt to have company in myself. Did I miss Jungkook? Initially, yes. But I'm happy now.

I've found myself and along the way, I made myself a best friend. But that didn't last long til we were trying to suck each other's face off.

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*Buzz buzz*

"Mm- oh, yug, I gotta take this. I'll be right back!" I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Yugyeom and I were quite quick into this relationship... but I think there's good reason for that. We have great chemistry. We never fight and we make time for each other.

"Ok, im back. Sorry about that." "It's alright baby. Was is work again?" "Yeah. They want me to come in." "You should go. I know you want to." "But I wanted this day with you.." "We have tomorrow babe. I'm not going anywhere." "You're right. I'll text you later. Love you." "I love you too."

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Ok so I guess I need to fill you in. I was 13 when Jungkook and I broke up. I'm 18, almost 19 now. Yugeyom and I have been together for 3 of those years.

I'm so blessed to have Yug in my life. He's the sweetest, cutest, sexiest guy I've ever met.

[3 months later]

It's August 13, my birthday!

I woke up to a text from yugyeom. "Hey, wake up sleepy head. Be ready by 8, we have a big day ahead of us!" I smile at his text. "Happy birthday btw!"

It's currently 7:42am so I just throw my haur in a messy bun and put on a pair of leggings and a crop top. At 8 sharp, I hear Yugyeoms horn outside my house. I slip on my shoes and head out the door.

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"Wow, yug. This is beautiful!" "I knew you'd like it." He smiled down at me. The rest of the day we walked around town, watched a movie, got coffee and cake at the cafe... it was perfect. Except for one thing... My heart wasn't fluttering at all. Not even when we held hands... he smiled at me.. when we kissed... nothing.

I figured sleeping on it would be best. I let yugyeom stay over that night and he woke me up with breakfast in bed. "It's your favorite!" "Oh, thank you baby!" I smile so he doesn't think anything wrong. It's weird still no butterflies.

[2 months later]

I'm going to break up with Yugyeom. It's been 2 months and I no longer feel the flame between us. I texted yugyeom about 5 minutes ago to meet me at the park. I've just arrived and I see yugyeom on a bench.

"Hey... yug." "Hey babe, whats wrong? You look sad." "Yeah. I am.. We need to talk." "What about?" "Ok, im just going to cut to the chase. We need to break up." "What? Babe why?" "I've fallen out of love." I didn't even want to hear what he had to say it hurt too much for me to confess this.

For a week, I received texts from yugyeom. And then they stopped.

Maybe we were temporary. It's time to move on. With time, I guess our flame... died out

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Ik this seems rushed, but that how I wanted it to seem and I wanted to keep it short. That probably makes it a really bad fan fic but I hope you liked it regardless. I'm working on a larger project about JK (aside from 97 line) and it's taking up a lot of time to even come up with a plot. I hope you guys look forward to my other works new reactions coming soon!

Requests are always open!

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop senarios #got7 #got7 yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #97 line #dating #fluff #angst #kim yugyeom #yugyeom #yugyeom fluff #break up

[rantofdespair]

My dog died two weeks ago on a Friday at 12:02 in the morning.

We knew it was coming soon. She was fourteen years old as of February ninth. I baked her dog friendly cookies and got us both matching hats. She was a pitbull/lab mix named Darla, as her entire litter had been named after the Little Rascals.

Darla has been around since I was a bit over a year old. The first dog I remember having. She was my dad's dog, but towards the end Dad had to admit she would save me before him.

Darla used to sleep on my bed before her legs got so bad she couldn't walk on the tile. When I had nightmares, she would lick my leg or hand until I woke up. She always stole my fluffiest blanket, and I let her have it. I typically ended up with just a corner of bed and blanket by the time she was comfy. I let her take it. She mattered more to me than I did myself.

She loved playing fetch. Especially with tennis balls. She wouldn't chase them unless they bounced and she could jump super high to catch it in the air. And when we were tired, she would bounce them herself and play catch with herself.

Oh, and she was stubborn. She almost always got her way. Butternut squash on the counter? Not for long. Grandma's thanksgiving roast? I looked away for ONE SECOND.

But we loved her. I loved her. More than anything in the entire world.

It was at 9 o'clock that dreadful night when I noticed how dangerously bloated she was. I brought it up to my mom. "She gets bloated a lot. Just let her sleep it off." It was true. If she got into something, she would get all big.

But this was different. God help me, I KNEW it was different. She was waddling. She didn't lift up her head. She practically collapsed on her dog bed in my parent's room in the corner by their own bed. Dad was working overnights, so he wasn't there. Mom let me make myself a bed beside my dog so I could make sure she got better since everyone else was going to sleep. I put my fluffy blanket she loved so much on top of her so she wasn't cold.

For four hours, I laid there. Quiet as can be. Petting her. Making sure she knew I was there. Her eyes...I'll never forget how milky they looked. How they kept darting around the room, terrified and sad, until they landed on me, only a silhouette, and she calmed down for a few seconds before it started again.

Then she started panting. Fast. Shallow. Her head on her paws and her eyes milky and scared. Around 11-11:30, she insisted on standing up, because she was just so stubborn she would lay back down. She walked to my dad's side of the bed, sniffed his clothes on the floor, and walked back. The second time this happened, her back legs gave out on the way back. I carried her back to her bed. I put the blanket on her. I cried and pet her and told her she was okay.

My fries woke up my mom. "It'll be okay." She told me. "It's probably just a seizure. It'll be okay. Let her sleep."

I believed her. But I knew it wasn't just a seizure.

And I laid there beside my dog. She seemed thirsty, but I didn't get her any water. I didn't want to leave her side for a moment. I should've gotten her water. I could've at least made her a bit more comfy. Maybe she would've been okay.

I laid there. And then I leaned against her and started watching a show on my computer, I guess for her to focus on.

Five minutes and 49 seconds into the show, at 12:02 in the morning of a Friday, my dog stopped breathing.

I cried for three, maybe four hours after that. I begged her to wake up. "You're supposed to wake up. Wake up, Dee. C'mon, Darla Roo, you're supposed to wake up and lick my face cuz it's all a joke it's all a joke wake up wake up wake up please please please"

We buried her the next morning with her bed, and planted a dogwood tree over her head. I've never seen my dad so upset he fell to the ground sobbing like that.

I put the first scoop of dirt on her.

It's been two, almost three weeks. I still cry every day. I don't think there are words to describe the physical pain losing your best friend gives you.

I'll be turning fifteen in five days. It'll be a pretty sucky birthday, because I don't have my best friend there to celebrate with me.

I still can't bring myself to take off marching sweaters for me and her on my birthday list. I haven't touched our matching hats. I can't say her name. I can hardly talk about her. I lied to my dad and told her she was sleeping and that she knew he wanted to be there. She was awake. She was scared. And I wasn't hugging her, I was watching a show. But I know that'll break him, so I lied. And I had to wash my fluffy blanket. I can't use it anymore because it doesn't smell like her.

And she wasn't just a dog.

"just a dog" doesn't wake you from nightmares

She doesn't block you from leaving the house just because she wants one more pat

She doesn't put her head on your shoulder when you give her a hug

She doesn't lick your tears away or jump over six foot tall fences just to play catch with you and your dad.

Darla wasn't just a dog. She was family.

#not just a dog #miss her #little rascals #dog #doggo #loss #grief #rants #much ranting

[joanna-olson]

So, I've wanted to write this fic for ages, but I've had this massive case of writers block, so I'll just throw this headcanon out there.

We all know that Billy's mom left him with Neil, because she too was abused. And Billy hasn't had any contact with her ever since, probably because Neil prevented any form of contact. Billy is not bitter that his mom left, on the contrary, he understands why she did. As he's getting older and more often than not becomes the target of Neils rage, he dreams up a world where his mom comes to his rescue and love him unconditionally, as a mother should. Of course that never happens, but Billy still has this idolized image of his mom.

Fast forward to when Billy is in his early twenties. He is living in Chicago with Steve, they both have worked on their shit and they are happy with the live they've built together. One day a letter arrives from someone Billy doesn't recognize immediately. When he reads it he is thrown into a spiral of shock, surprise, happyness and uncertainty. It's from his mom. After all these years she's found him and wants to reconnect. She explains that she struggled financially and with her mental health after she left, that Neil prevented her from contacting him and that she didn't know how to find him again once she figured her live out.

Billy spirals emotionally. This is what he's been waiting for for years, but now that it happened, he doesn't know how to handle it. With some encouragement from Steve he writes back. They write back and forth and start talking on the phone. Billy learns that his mom lives in a small town in Texas now and that she's married to a widowed pastor now. She tells him about her five stepchildren and that she doesn't have anymore children of her own. Billy tells her a bit about Hawkins (the bits he can) and his live in Chicago. He doesn't mention Steve.

After a a few months of phone calls and letters, his mom flies to Chicago, so they can finally meet in person again. Billy is nervous as hell. He can't sit still on the days leading up to the meeting and smokes more than he usually does. They meet at a small coffeeshop in town and after an awkward moment his mom pulls him into a long and tight hug and Billy relaxes. They talk a lot and spend the day walking around town. Billy is happy and feels all warm and loved. His dream came true, his mother is back in his live and she's showering him with love.

They have dinner at a small and cozy pizza place. Over dessert his mom smiles at him and asks the question Billy has been nervous to answer. "So, tell me, Billy, is there a special Lady in your live?" And Billy is silent for a moment. He knows that attitudes towards gay people aren't to favorably and Steve and him usually don't really talk about their relationship unless they are among friends. But this is his mom who's smiling at him warmly from across the table. His mom, who he remembers to be a bit of a free spirit from when he was a child. His mom, who is the polar opposite of Neil, so surely she will understand. So he tells her. "Actually there is someone. His name is Steve." He holds his breath as he watches her reaction. He doesn't really expect what happens next. The smile falls from her face and her expression freezes for a moment. After a few heartbeats she tries to smile again, but it looks pained. She says "Oh, really?" and tries to change the subject. But they don't get back into the easy conversation. It's as if the mention of Steve's name and the reality of their relationship hangs like a shadow between them. His mom asks some awkward queations Billy is pretty sure she doesn't want to hear the answer to. Soon after she tells him that it was already late and she was tired.

So they pay and she's saying a hasty goodbye and leaves. No hug, no warm smile. Billy is shattered. The walk home is the longest he ever took. Steve is there when he comes home. He smiles and asks how it's been, but shuts up as soon as he sees Billys face. He's there in a heartbeat and pulls Billy into a hug. Billy can't help it, he starts crying. Steve is there and holds him tight. They don't talk about it that night, Billy can't. He just cries into Steves shoulder until they both fall asleep late at night.

Billy and his mom had made plans to meet again the following day, but Billy doesn't hear from her on that day or the days after. He feels hurt and betrayed, but there's this voice in his head, that sounds suspiciously like Neil's that whispers to him. "What did you expect? Nobody could love someone like you."

About two weeks go by until another letter arrives. Billy puts off reading it until Steve opens it for him, so he has to. His mother apologizes but tells him she can't let him into her or her new family's live until he "repents from his sinful ways." There are bible quotes, some of them in a different handwriting (Billy guesses her husband's) and parts that read more like a sermon. There's also a brochure for a camp that could help him "finding his way back into gods light."

Billy is gutted but he had already expected something like this. Still holding the letter and reading his mothers words hurts like hell. Steve holds his hand while he's reading the letter and pulls him into another hug when he's done. Billy doesn't cry this time but falls into a stoic silence. It's a sobering realization that even his mother's love was conditional.

They burn the letter and the brochure on their stovetop. Afterwards Steve cooks them pasta and just chats away. Billy listens to him and even laughs a few times at the stupid things he says. They sit on the couch and watch TV while they eat.

"You know we should invite Joyce and Hopper for a few days." Steve says after they sat in silence for a while. "Will's looking into going to College here. We could show them around a bit." Billy knows that they don't really need to show Joyce, Hopper and Will around Chicago, they had been visiting them quite a bit over the last few years. But as he looks into Steve's big brown eyes, that are so full of love and warmth, he understands why. His own family may not love him and reject him, but he had built another family with Steve and the gang of nerds he'd driven around since they were pre-teens. Hopper who was grumpy and and constantly annoyed, but was always there with a word of advice over a cold beer when he needed it. And Joyce who was more of a mother to all of them than his own mother could ever be. Heck, even Nancy and Jonathan who they didn't see that often anymore but who they'd call every other week or so. Billy felt warmth in his broken heart, mending the cracks and filling him with love.

So he said "Sure, why not?", and smiled at Steve. Steve smiled back and pulled Billy in a soft and gentle kiss. This, Billy thought, was what real love felt like. This was home.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy's mom #i might still turn this into a proper fic #but probably not too soon #anyways #i've made myself sad a little so i had to go all fluffy at the end #i love the found family trope #also i've read many headcanons that billy's mom was this loving mother who would accept billy #and i love that a lot #but i also wanted to explore the idea of her not being that

[myersmikey]

Standing Up (OG!Michael Myers x Reader)

Original post date: November 7th, 2021

Summary: YN is at Smith's Grove at the same time as Michael. Takes place shortly before he escapes in 1978. YN got sick of hearing the staff (especially Loomis) demonize Michael instead of giving him the help he needs. Maybe he just needed someone to stand up for him.

Warnings: Small amount of violence, takes place in a sanitarium, fairly heavy cursing (mostly in the middle part because YN is angry.), if you like Loomis a lot you maybe a little upset

A/N: I made this one because I get mad/sad when I think about how the mental health system failed Michael. Also I tried out using "I" rather than "you" (ex: I walked over there instead of You walked over there.) And I really didn't like it, so all my works after go back to using "you."

Word count: 2.4k

The time was a few minutes past one in the afternoon. It was lunch time for everyone here at Smith's Grove. I wasn't hungry today so I was pushing my food around the tray with my fork, my chin resting in my hand. The food here was always bland. It's not surprising, honestly. They're not going to spend the extra money to get decent food here. But I wish they would at least give us some salt and pepper.

It was fairly quiet in the cafeteria. There was a little bit of chatter around, but mostly I could just hear the clock on the wall ticking obnoxiously loudly. I sat alone at a table near the wall, same as usual. I don't really like being around people too much. I liked to mostly keep to myself, at least while I ate. Glancing around, I can see everyone wearing the same plain white hospital gown. Some people sat in groups, others sat alone. Some of the people who sat in groups would eat in silence, just enjoying the company wordlessly.

I sigh and glance down at my food, which was only a step above cardboard, and forced myself to take a small bite. I needed at least a couple bites, gross as it was. I'd only been here for a couple of months now. Unfortunately, I still wasn't used to the food. Glancing up again and looking at a table several away from your own. A man sat there alone. He poked around at his food most days as well. His hair brown and slightly curly, his face was always covered by a paper-mache mask. He never spoke to anyone and I didn't blame him. I know his name is Michael and he's been here most of his life now. That thought made me sad. This place was pretty miserable.

There's been a couple times now where I've considered sitting with him. I never planned on talking to him, just sitting with company since we both seemed to be similar in nature. I have also seen how he's treated by his doctor and the nurses here. I've heard them talk about him to his face and behind his back. It pissed me off. He always wore masks that he made so it was difficult to tell if the comments bothered him at all.

I never could end up working up the courage to go sit with him. I wasn't scared of him, despite knowing he murdered his sister when he was a kid. I just didn't want to bother him. Taking a sip of my drink, I glanced up at the loud clock. Lunch was almost over. I suppose I should try to take at least another bite or two before time was up.

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It was our daily time outside now and thankfully it was sunny out. It wasn't too hot or cold. I sat on the ground with my back against the wall of the building. Much like at lunch, I didn't participate much in any outdoor activities. I typically kept to myself outside and would either sit while thinking and watching the clouds or read a book from the library. Occasionally, I would get up at walk laps around the courtyard.

Today I just wanted to stare up at the fluffy, white clouds. It always helped to relax me. Today had been uneventful so far, but it wasn't bad. The warm sun felt nice on my face and people weren't being too loud today. There were several tables outdoors but I never minded sitting on the ground. Some people read, some socialized, and others would exercise in some way.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fresh air for a few minutes before hearing a certain loud voice. I groaned when I saw it was that annoying doctor, Loomis. He wasn't my doctor, although I had seen him a couple times after I'd first arrived. I never liked him. He always talked about and seemed weirdly obsessed with treating that guy, Michael like he was a monster rather than a human being.

I pinched the bridge of my nose before glaring up at him and the guard he was talking to. "Make sure you watch him closely. You never know when that devil might snap." Here we go again. "I know, Sam. You tell me everyday and it's my job. I can handle it." Said the guard. "Yes well, you can't let its silentness fool you. Behind those masks it wears are the eyes of pure evil." The doctor stated.

I pinched at my nose tighter in irritation. 'How is this asshole allowed to get away with calling Michael an "it?" You're his doctor for fuck's sake. Shouldn't you at least pretend to care about him?' I wondered where Michael even was, anyway. Opening my eyes to look around, I saw he was sitting nearby me. He was on the ground too but he was far enough away that we weren't in each other's space. 'When did he even get there? Dang, he's quiet when he moves around...' I thought to myself.

"All he's doing is sitting there. I have this under control." I could hear the guard speaking again. Loomis just shook his head. "Well, that's precisely what it wants you to think." the doctor said in return. I wondered if Michael could hear any of this. He was sitting farther away from them than I was. I'm sure he's sadly used to hearing this crap all the time, but I still was silently hoping that maybe he wasn't hearing the mean comments this time. I shot him a glance. He was gripping at his clothing hard enough that his knuckles were white. Yeah, he was hearing it.

Sighing and looking ahead of me, I found myself getting worked up as well. I know what he did, but dammit, he was a kid then. I'm not excusing it but he still was a human who deserved help and to be cared about. One more nasty remark rolled out of the doctor's mouth before I'd finally had enough.

I stood up and brushed the dirt off my backside real fast before marching over to where the two were. They both stopped speaking and looked over at me. "Would you shut the fuck up?" I said bluntly right at Loomis. "Excuse me!?" he blinked in surprise, thinking he had to have misheard me.

"You heard me." I spat. Clenching my hands into fists by my side, I kept staring straight into his eyes. "I'm getting really sick and fucking tired of you always demonizing your own patient." Loomis blinked in complete shock. "Are you really defending that monster? Since when are you friends with him? He doesn't have any friends!"

Rolling my eyes and letting out an irritated chuckle, I say "Maybe he doesn't really want friends because he has trust issues. Because of people like you who are supposed to care but instead demonize him like he's not human."

"You must know he's a murd-" I cut him off by saying "Yes, I know. He's not the only one here who's hurt people. So why do you insist on treating him like he doesn't deserve help or love? I'm sick of that damn mouth you have on you. This place clearly needs better doctors."

The guard finally snaps out of his stunned state. "(L/N), knock it off. Sit your ass back down before I file a report on you." I scoffed and turned around to walk back to where I was sitting before, mumbling "Whatever..."

I make it about halfway there and notice that Michael is looking up at me. His grip on his clothes loosened. I glance down at the ground and almost make it to the wall. And then I hear that asshole doctor mutter "I guess freaks attract freaks..."

I start seeing red as I stop dead in my tracks. I'm not looking at Michael, but I hear him shift in his spot. I smile and let out a chuckle and run my fingers through my hair. Spinning on my heel, I march right back to where the doctor is now turned to prepare to leave and the guard with his focus on Loomis.

Grabbing a fistful of that tan trenchcoat and flipping around to face me, I then punched him in the face as hard as I possibly could. I immediately felt a jolt of electricity through my body as the guard tazed me and I fell to the ground. The guard yanks handcuffs off of his belt and starts putting them around my wrists. He then roughly pulls me to my feet. Knowing I wouldn't be able to stand easily after that, another guard runs out and grabs my other arm to drag me inside the building.

I glanced up at Loomis to see him holding his bleeding nose. I smirked at him. No one can say he didn't deserve that one. As I was dragged through the doors, my eyes fixed out past the doc. Michael was now up on his feet and staring my way. What I didn't know was the rare shocked expression he wore under that mask of his.

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I had spent some time in solitary confinement for my violent outburst. Honestly, I really didn't care that much. Sure, it had started wearing on me a bit near the end though.

I sat down on my bed in my real room and yawned. It was almost bedtime in the building now and I was exhausted. After performing my nightly routines, I curled up under my blanket and closed my eyes.

I start drifting off to sleep quickly before I hear a loud click. My head shot up and looked to see my door now wide open. Thoroughly confused, I threw my covers back and tiptoed my way over to the open door. I peeked my head out and looked left and right.

Slowly, I see some other patients wander our of their rooms. 'My door isn't the only one that opened?' I thought to myself, confused. I glanced to my left again, not sure what to do.

All of the sudden, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist. Whipping my head around, I come face to face with a familiar masked man. "Whoa..." I said quietly. Looking at him this closely, I could see now that his eyes were blue. "Michael, hi... What's going on?"

Without saying a word, he tugs at my wrist. "You want me to follow you?" I guessed. He blinks at me and then does a quick nod. Still confused, I nod back before I start walking with him. His grip on my wrist loosened slightly, but he never let go. I felt my face heat up at this and looked away. 'Where in the world is he taking me?' I wonder.

After several turns and going through a few hallway doors, we both finally reach the door that leads to the outside. I still had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I could trust Michael with whatever he was doing. He looked behind the both of us before pushing open the door and pulling us both through to the stormy outside.

His hand moved down from my wrist to my hand before pulling me over to a nearby bush. I wanted to ask him what we were doing sitting back there, but realizing he hadn't let go of my hand, I felt my face go completely red again. I sure am glad it's dark out right now...

After a few minutes, a car pulls up to the gate. Out jumps a frantic Loomis who runs over to the phone to contact guards. That's when I notice that a lot of the patients have gotten outside.

Michael gives me a tug while keeping low and positions me beside the passenger door. Before I could even whisper to him about what we were doing, he leaps up onto the top of the car. 'What the hell...?' I think and watched as he reaches in and grabs the nurse in the driver's seat.

It takes less than a minute before she flees the vehicle in a panic. Michael uses that opportunity to jump into the car before reaching over and opening the passenger door from the inside. I look up at him and he motions for me to get in the car. I hear that annoying doctor yelling and the sound of gravel beneath his feet as he runs toward us.

With no more hesitations, I jump up into the car and slam the car shut after me. Michael stomps on the gas and we are out of there in a flash. The realization settles in that I just busted out of the sanitarium with Michael Myers. I let out a small laugh, which draws his attention. I then bust out laughing and look over at him.

"Michael, what is even going on? Why did we just bust out of there? I mean, I'm glad to be out of there though. That place is awful..." I trail off before continuing again. "Why did you bring me with you? I'm sure it would of been a lot easier and faster if I wasn't with you." I say and look at him. For a minute, there's no response or reaction from him and I think that I might not get an answer.

Then I feel a hesitant hand on top of my own hand. I look over at him again. He briefly removes his hand and points at his nose and then points behind us in the direction of Smith's Grove before placing his hand back on mine. It takes a second for me to understand before a large smile spreads across my face. "Yeah, I messed up his nose pretty badly, didn't I?" In response, I feel a squeeze from his hand to mine. "You're welcome..." I whispered softly. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with all of that everyday. It wasn't right. No one deserves to have those things said about them." I finish. Feeling his thumb lightly stroke my skin, I finally moved my hand to interlace my fingers with his. The entire drive to Haddonfield was mostly silent, but I sure couldn't wipe the stupid smile off of my face.

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