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elvisslut · 9 months

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Tearing me down..

||tw- Suicidal thoughts, attempt at suicide, smut, cheating, depression, in depth details of feelings,hospital,in detail hospital visit||

You knew Elvis was cheating but hearing him and seeing him with someone else was a different kind of pain though. You loved him too much to leave after that so the cheating became more frequent each time you let it slide. Well..you still thought about it but you let it slide pass elvis.

Loving him became a sickness and it was dragging you to your grave. A grave you didn't want people to find out about. Him cheating on you is not only demeaning but it's embarrassing. It hurts to love him an not receive the same love back. He hurts, Elvis Presley for you.. Is the definition of hurt and Belittlment.

But he is also the love of your life. A man you can't live without. "Y/n? You okay? You look really sick" Joe says as he walks in the kitchen, you pouring you probably 7th cup of coffee. Since you caught Elvis and continued to catch Elvis you really couldn't sleep, you had constant fights with him, he hardly kisses you anymore let alone makes love to you.

You used to have such a good relationship, now it's just lies and cries. "Yeah.. Just tired" you give Joe a light smile and walk out the kitchen to the dining room table talking aseatamd watching out the window at the fans aching for Elvis. Elvis isn't even your husband.. You're not obligated to stay. But love works in ways no one will ever understand.

Joe was worried, beyond worried. He loved you like a sister and hated seeing you the state you're in. Elvis got more sleep then you and that in itself is a big thing that's strongly noticeable. Elvis averaged three hours you were lucky if you got a hour.

"Hey doll.. Ya okay?" Elvis said looking over at you with a grown after having come down stairs. "Yeah.. I'm okay" you say getting up and downing the rest of thehot coffee in your cup, going over and pressing a kiss to his cheek, handing him the cup since he was going to the kitchen then Going to the living room.

"E. P. Hey.. Come here" Joe says waving Elvis over to him. "Y/n looks real sick.. Maybe you should take her to the doctor.. " Joe suggests. Elvis chuckles and shakes his head." naw naw she's just tired.. I don' got the time to take 'er and I've got a few girls coming over today.. So I can't be gone" that's it. Joe figured it out. Elvis knew you'd stop caring so much for the girls.

He knew and he was waiting for it. He loved you but the thought of fooling around with you wasn’t much of a turn on for him. You loved elvis so much that no buts ifs ands or wills will ever stop you from loving him with your entirety.

“E..you’re hurting her with all the girls.” Joe says bluntly. “She doesn’ mind. She would have left me after i got caught with Olivia” he smiles at joe earning a frown. “You screwed Olivia? Is that why they ain’t friends no more?” Joe asks, Olivia was your best friend. For years. Then you found her under Elvis and thats when your world started to shatter.

“Im going for a drive ill see you boys later” you say stepping in the kitchen oblivious to the previous conversation. “ill come with” Elvis says looking back at you planing to talk to you about what joe said.

“I um..i don’t think thats a good idea..you just..you stay here” you say giving him a smile and turning around going outside. Joe had a horrible feeling in his gut. He didn’t like that you were going alone but he understood that you probably needed a break from Elvis.

Killing yourself was frowned apon.. But you'd be dead. Why was it so frowned on. It's such a easy escape.. From everything. It's such a easy way yo get away from Elvis.. From the love you have for . You parked the car at the end of the Memphis Bridge and walked the sidewalk amongst others, stopping in the middle and looking down at the water tears in your eyes. It was your last straw a while ago, but it all became too much.. Too overwhelming recently. You weren't going to jump..heights sacred you but you snagged up some pills from Elvis and took them.

"E, y/n's been gone a awful long time" Joe says that's same feeling in his gut getting worse. Elvis sighed and looked at the girls in front of him putting his guitar down. "Wait here girls I gotta go find someone" he says as if it were a harsh task.

They drove around for a while spotting your car then multiple police cars and several people not spotting you. Elvis and joe rushed out of the car, pushing through all the people as time seemed to slow for Elvis. The moment they seen you on the concrete with a officer giving you chest compressions Elvis broke down. Immediately going to his knees besides you.

The officer does a few more compressions and slowly you come back to see Elvis Joe and many others towering over you. Elvis puts his arms around you and squeezes for dear life. He almost lost you. Legitimately lost you. If a officer wasn't here he'd be burying you by next week.

"Oh god, oh god.." he sways with you back and forth sobbing holding you as close as humanely possible. "My baby.. My satnin, 'm so sorry please please don' leave me here. Please mama." his cries seemed to fade out. "Its okay my precious boy.." you say quitly as your conciseness slips from your fingers.

Everything for Elvis was dark once you fell unconscious in his arms that day. You'd been in a coma for a week. Elvis has not once left your side. He felt guilty and hurt that you'd do that but he mostly just felt a feel that had no word. Maybe sad love? Longing? There's no telling.

He knew his was at fault, he knew it too well. He felt regret for every girl he's been with that wasn't you. He couldn't get out of that room but he couldnt look at you. You had so many wires and tubes hooked up to you just to keep you alive.

He bit down on his lip as the last person visiting you left, he cried silently in the chair sat by your bed and the window. He scooted the chair to your side and grabbed your hand feeling the warmth of your skin. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed softly against your knuckles then laying your hand against his cheek, crying harder as he did.

Not knowing if this was the end of you or not. "Pull through this for me baby..ya gotta come back to your precious boy..please come back to me mama" he chokes on a sob and lays his head against your belly.

All the veins in his body pulsed for you. He didn’t realize it till the this week. You may have not noticed but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you whenever you were around him. He didn’t want to touch you in a sexual way not because you didn’t turn him on but because he thought you were too good too important to be touched like that by him.

“You’re my girl..you’re my girl, my girls gotta come back” he cried hearing tge door open to show a nurse the most dreadful part coming in a matter of seconds.

They were able to see if you could make it in your own without the life support. One by one the tubes and wires came off. Coming down to the last one that was helping you breathe. Once it was pulled out his heart stopped. A few seconds and you breathe in heavily for air, the nurses spoke to elvis for a second then left leaving him alone with you again.

Elvis let out a breath of air and rushed to your side again pressing his lips against your forehead. "That my good girl..thank ya.." he said softly tears streaming down his cheeks.

A few days went by and Elvis continued to watch you like a hawk. "Elvis?" you grumble with a cough your throat tremendously dry. Elvis bolt's to his feet and goes to you seeing if you were really awake tears flooding his eyes. You cough again snapping him from his state and rushing to get you water.

"Here baby drink.." he says lifting the cup to your lips and tilting it letting you drink the water slowly. You looked up at his eyes, his pretty gorgeous blue eyes and fell in love all over again.

"'M gonna go get someone.." he says rushing off.

The next few days went by fast Elvis did nothing but kiss you and apologize and pamper you. Then you went home. Definitely a place you wanted to go but.. It hurt to be back though. All the extra pain and hurt. But Elvis was back to being in love with you and it all washed that away.

He smiled at you as you got his help laying in the bed. Your bed.. Your shared bed. It felt so good.. So good to be back in this bed. Your boyfriend laying down right along side you.

He searched your eyes and slowly moved forward pressing his lips to yours and moving his hands up your shirt.

His fingers felt each inch of your skin as he pulled your shirt up and off of you, then working down at your pants tugging them off. "I missed this side of you precious boy.." you say softly reaching up and undoing his shirt, looking back into them pretty blues..

"I missed this side'a me too mama" he softly says leaning down getting another kiss from your lips. He pushes his pants down just enough to pull himself out and gets on top of you lining himself up and pushing in.

Your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you let out a pretty moan just for him. Just for your precious boy to hear. He moves his hips at a steady pace wrapping his arm around your back and holding you close.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, you lean up and kiss them away then wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I love ya..fuck mama..fuck i love ya” he grunts, the noises like music to your ears.

“I-..love you too baby boy” you moan out softly, elvis slows down and gives a few harsh thrusts before you’re both coming on done.

"Ya make everythin' so worth while.. Please never ever scare me like that again" he says tears continuing to stream down his face.

"I promise"

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evescole · 2 years

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eyes on me, babe || s.harrington

summary: steve harrington knew you like the back of his hand - except for one thing: your biggest fear. when he's kidnapped by the russians along with you and robin, he realizes he never wants to see you that afraid ever again.

aka the season 3 russians scene because i love angst warnings: detailed descriptions of injuries, panic attacks, cursing, physical violence/torture, angst she/her pronouns used, enjoy :)

Fear was such a complex emotion that often caused a train of reaction. You could probably list on one hand the amount of times you’ve felt true, heart-wrenching fear in your life. The situation in front of you threatened to move that amount up further and the dread in your stomach was building each second.

It took one glance for Steve to recognize the expression on your face. That was all it ever took for him. One glance and he could read you like his favorite novel. You and Steve were an open book with each other and had been since 7th grade. Then, you almost lost him to his King Steve era before Nancy Wheeler snapped him out of it. Despite all the drama and the arguments, you and Steve prevailed. You knew everything about each other down to the dark details but there’s one thing you’ve never told him.

“Come on, come on. I need a good one. Give me something juicy,” 17 year old Steve Harrington laughed as he leaned against the headboard behind him. “You can’t just say you aren’t afraid of anything. I know that’s a lie.”

It was movie night, a Friday tradition for the two of you when you weren’t chasing after his intoxicated form or struggling with work. More than often he ended up staying over so he didn’t have to return to his more-than-likely empty home. The movie had ended not long ago and faded into a game of random questions that you two played often. Most answers you already knew but you loved to watch him dig himself out of holes and light up at mentions of the kids, especially Dustin.

You shrugged your shoulders slightly from your place resting against his chest. “I mean yeah I’m scared of something but I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Why not! I tell you everything and you’re not gonna tell me your biggest fear?”

You grabbed his hand in yours. “Steve, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He shook his head aggressively from behind you as he closed the gaps and laced his fingers between yours. “But I wanna know! What kind of best friend am I if I don’t protect you from your biggest fear?”

Ever since then, he constantly spewed random guesses to what exactly could be so important you refused to share it. He swore up and down that he would never use it against you for fun but you still wouldn’t give him a slight hint and it drove him mad.

Staring at the large machine the Russians made that was spinning with energy, you tried to not think about the consequences if it worked. The Demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, the Upside Down. It wasn’t something fun to face and the idea of someone trying to reopen the gate was unnerving.

“I don’t get it, you guys have seen something like this before?” Robin asked as she walked in front of you down the stairs away from the Russian infiltrated room. The two of you had clicked easily, both pointing at Steve as a target of fun. You were thankful for her presence to keep your mind from going dark in the midst of the chaos.

“Not exactly,” Steve mumbled quietly as he glanced over his shoulder to the emerging blue light. He wasn’t up for fighting other worldly monsters and really just wanted to be in your room, in bed, cuddling and watching movies.

“Then what, exactly?” Robin countered. She was easily terrified and her confidence was shaken so this situation had her spiraling easily. Usually she could feel some sense of control but she felt helpless down here.

Your feet slipped on the stairs as you ran off the last one while Dustin and Steve attempted to convince Robin that the machine’s success would guarantee world destruction. Steve’s hand instantly caught your hip to keep you from falling as he answered Robin’s questions, unphased by your misstep. Glancing around the room, everything suddenly felt alarming and you took a step back in caution further into his hand.

“Um, Steve?” Erica seemed to pick up on it too as she looked to the boy behind you. “Where’s your Russian friend?” In a true group fashion, everyone’s eyes searched the room for the said missing soldier only to come up empty handed.

You reached over to grab Dustin’s arm just as a bright red light filled the room and an alarm followed. Steve scrambled to the nearest door where you could all see the previously knocked out man was gaining attention from his injury before guards rushed towards you.

“Shit. Shit,” Steve mumbled as he slammed the door shut before turning and pushing you all back up the stairs. “Go, go, go, go, go!!” His fingers grasped at your shirt as he nearly ripped it with the force of his grip.

“Fucking hell, Steve. This is not what I meant by a chill weekend!” You shouted backwards as Dustin guided you through a door. With your luck, it was straight into another room filled with soldiers. You stood frozen for a second before sprinting to the left with a shout.

“Come on!” You held onto Dustin’s arm as he continuously cursed in distress. The stairs in front of you led down to the side of the machine as the room vibrated with energy. Dustin randomly shrieked and pushed the soldier to your left before he continued to run ahead of you.

Stopping just alongside the laser drilling into the wall, Dustin began screaming louder, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” He shouted one final time, holding the word out for longer as you stared at him incredulously.

“Guards!” Erica yelled, snapping you all out of your staring trance before Steve began to run further down the steps. He didn’t hesitate to shove a man over the railing of the stairs before tossing some empty barrels into more oncoming attackers.

“Steve!” You grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him with you as you followed Robin’s lead into a hopefully empty room. After a brief headcount, Steve slammed it shut, using his body weight to keep it that way as guards started hitting it from the other side.

Dustin and Erica scrambled behind you to find some other form of exit as Robin pushed herself next to Steve in an attempt to keep the door from opening. Your eyes scanned the room for something, anything that could help. The heavy feeling was creeping in again and you jerked your head around to look at Steve in hopes of reassurance.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whispered to yourself as you saw the door start to pry open. Without a second thought, you were on Robin’s right side and pushed yourself in between the door and the wall for some sort of resistance.

“Here, come on! Let’s go!” Erica lifted up the grate of an air shaft before climbing in with Dustin hovering behind her. You hesitated at her call, knowing there wouldn’t be enough time for all of you to get over and in before a gunshot went off.

“Go! Just get out of here!” You shouted in return as your feet started to slide beneath you. Your breathing was beginning to pick up and you were quick to try and talk yourself out of the panic attack incoming but it was useless.

Dustin stepped down into the drop of the vent and looked up at the three of you. “Go! Come on, now!”

“No! Just go get some help, okay?” Steve responded. His hands were sweaty with adrenaline and he suddenly doubted his ability as a so-called leader to keep everyone safe. Removing the kids was always the first step in a dangerous situation but knowing you were here and he couldn’t guarantee your safety was enough to send his heart into his throat.

“I won’t forget you!” Dustin screamed before the three of you told him once more to go. The second the air vent cover clanged shut, the door behind your back threw you forward and into the wall on your right sending your head into the concrete wall. A scream almost left your throat at the pain radiating through your skull before you crumbled to the ground next to Robin and Steve.

Guns were suddenly in your face, the sinking feeling of dread now overwhelming as you tried to breathe. Your hands shook as you raised them in the air, mimicking Steve and Robin’s actions as the guards surrounding your small trio.

Sparing a quick glance towards Steve, you tried to convince yourself you would find a way out of this. The uncertainty in his expression didn’t help in the slightest but it only got worse when rough hands latched onto your skin and pulled you from the ground. Your vision blurred with the movement as you tumbled forward.

“No!” You couldn’t tell if you or Steve screamed louder as the guards yanked your arms behind your back to secure your wrists with a belt. “Let me go!” Writhing in their grip, you couldn’t even begin to think of any defense other than biting the hand of whoever was holding your left arm. A sharp sting spread across your face before a gasp escaped your mouth at the sensation. You guys were screwed.

“Don’t touch her! Let her go, she didn’t do anything!” Steve shifted on the floor towards you before a gun pressed harshly against his forehead forcing him back against the wall with a harsh swallow.

The guard holding your arm chuckled at the action, evidently amused. “Weak. Cares what happens to her.” You could understand bits and pieces of his sentence as you silently thanked Dustin for his books on Russian translation. “Take her.”

An ear piercing scream left your throat as they tugged you backwards towards a long hallway. Robin and Steve shouted in panic, both of them too scared to try anything but fearing for your safety. Your cries continued as they pulled you out of view, Steve wincing at the sound like it physically pained him. He never liked when you were upset. He could count the times you’ve cried in front of him on two hands and he swore it hurt him more each time he sat through it and comforted you.

Now, sitting here, with a gun to his head, Steve could only watch as you were ripped from his view with a clear expression on your face that made him sick to his stomach. You were terrified, and there was nothing he could do to help.

The room they held you in was freezing. A shiver ran up your spine every so often as you curled up as best as possible. Every so often you could hear a shout from Steve down the hall causing you to wince at the sound. Your shoulders were tense with the awkward position of your hands being behind your back. All you could do was sit there and wait with hopes that Dustin and Erica would come back soon with some help.

The lock on the door clicked as it shoved open to reveal three Russian guards. Your heart clenched at the sight of blood on their knuckles and you prayed it wasn’t Steve’s or Robin’s. Harsh fingers pressed into your jaw, forcing you to look up into the commander’s eyes.

“He cries for you,” He spoke as he leaned down to your face. “Lies to us to protect you. Shame, isn’t it?”

You twisted your face out of his grip as you glared up at him. “Don’t fucking touch him. I swear to God you’ll regret it.” The notion of Steve being hurt enraged you and terrified you at the same time. You were always so used to his strong exterior that the idea of him being in pain made you want to throw up.

The commander laughed at your attempt to suede him before pain suddenly radiated into the side of your already concussed head. Thrown off balance, you fell back against the bench with a harsh groan as you realized the other guard punched you.

“Oh great, you guys aren’t above hitting females, that’s awesome.” You hissed as your vision blurred again and your ears rung. The metal was cool beneath your back but it didn’t bring any comfort. “Fuck that hurts.”

“Who do you work for?”

Cruel fingers dug into your shoulders and forced you to sit up. You groaned at the movement of your head. “I’m a babysitter. I watch kids. Steve and Robin work at the ice cream place, Scoops Ahoy.” Apparently your answer wasn’t good enough as another aggressive punch had you tumbling to the floor. The copper taste in your mouth told you that one broke skin as you attempted to roll onto your back. “Fucking hell you people are so aggressive.”

“How did you get down here?”

Pushing yourself against the wall behind you, the thought of just screaming at them crossed your mind but you had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well. “There was an elevator at the loading dock and you morons turned it on while we were in it,” You explained as you closed your eyes, wishing this would all disappear. “We didn’t mean to, okay? And if you let us go, we’ll act like nothing ever happened and you’ll never see us again.”

The thing about hiding from reality is things caught you off guard. You always relied on Steve to keep you safe when you wanted to relax and shelter yourself from the darkness of life. He was always there too, until suddenly he wasn’t and you didn’t have time to clock the aggressive kick coming towards you. The sound of your shoulder popping out of its socket was sickening but the scream that followed was even louder.

“Holy shit!” You hissed as tears escaped your eyes at the force of the injury. If this was their reaction to honest answers, you feared what would come if they didn’t believe you. Evidently, you were on the path to finding out as two guards pulled you up off the ground and began leading you out of the room.

Digging your heels into the ground, you tried to stop their movements but it was fruitless. The pressure in your shoulder was suffocating and your head rattled with each aggressive movement. “Let me go!” You begged repeatedly, trying to kick out or twist from their grip. Another door was open and in a blur, you were tossed to the floor again with a loud groan. “Ow, oh my God.”

“Y/N!” The concern in Steve’s voice couldn’t be missed as you attempt to keep yourself from passing out. The ceiling blurred above you as you tried to blink it back into focus. “Holy shit, are you okay?”

A loud groan replaced your words as you pushed yourself onto your knees as best as possible. The light burned as you flopped onto your ass before finally looking up at him. The blood on his face was bright against his usually clear skin and you could see bruising already forming on his cheek. Other than that, he didn’t look too torn up as he sat on the metal bench in front of you.

“Stevie…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He attempted to reassure you but it failed as you recognized a flitter of pain in his eyes. “It’ll be fine, it’s worse than it looks. Wh-What did they do to you?”

You let out a bitter laugh as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs before sitting next to him. He didn’t hesitate to turn towards you and pull his feet up on the bench like you so both of you were sitting across from each other. The bare skin of his shin and calf muscle rested against yours, a small sense of comfort from the horrendous situation.

“Your cheek is bruised,” He states abruptly as you continued to look at him. He was nervous, you could tell, but he wasn’t as tense as before you were thrown into the room. The exhaustion was clear on his face and you felt the same, you were just glad to be near him again.

“Concussion and my shoulder’s gonna need to be popped back into the socket, no biggie.”

His eyes widened in shock before returning to their comforting gaze as he moved closer to you. The fear in his throat was suffocating and he hated knowing you had to see him like this, that you were even going through any of it. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

You laughed, letting your head rest against the wall behind you. “I wanna believe you, Stevie, but this one’s a bit harder than usual.” You were trying not to let the overwhelming sense of dread and hopelessness consume you but it was hard. Tears burned your eyes as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I just wanted to watch Breakfast Club with you and eat chicken wings and sleep.”

“I know, I know, bubs. And we will, as soon as we find Robin and get out of here. I promise. Gonna make you the best damn popcorn you’ve ever had, m’kay?” You nodded to his soft statement even though you wanted to make a comment about making promises you couldn’t keep.

Your peaceful silence was destroyed when the guards reentered the room. Steve’s body tensed next to you, both of you sitting up straighter. You wished they would just get whatever they wanted over with and leave you alone. At least then you and Steve could come up with some sort of plan in hopes of getting out.

“I ask you one more time, who do you work for?” The commander was done playing around evidently and without giving Steve time to answer, a silver gleaming knife was being pressed against your arm.

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

“Scoops Ahoy!” Steve screamed the answer at the same time as you yelled in shock. “I’m not lying, it’s in Starcourt Mall!”

A harsh punch landed on his stomach as the blade began to cut through your skin. Gritting your teeth in pain, you refused to let out any noise of discomfort. Steve was already blaming himself, you didn’t doubt that, but you wouldn’t let him feel any worse.

“How did you get in?”

Steve gasped for air to answer the question, “I already told you. I told you before. My delivery didn’t come, and my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock. We went in the room and then it turned into an elevator and then… and then we dropped and next thing I know I open my eyes and we’re in this… wonderful facility.”

The knife dragged through your skin slowly as you twitched in reaction, letting out a small groan that had Steve turning towards you so fast you swore he got whiplash. “No, no, no leave her alone! I’m telling the truth, I swear to God! Nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You can just let us go alright, and-and we’re not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on-”

He continued to ramble long enough before you kicked the Russian in front of you in the stomach so the knife clanged to the floor. Blood pooled on your skin before you looked away from the wound with a wince. “Fucking hell! We’re telling the truth! Just let us go!”

The soldiers laughed at your desperation for freedom as you and Steve shared a glance of confusion. There was no chance to figure it out before a guard hit Steve across the face, sending him unconscious as you yelled in protest before darkness spread across your vision and you let the welcoming sleep win.

“Y/N. Y/N, Steve, wake up!”

Robin’s voice echoed in your ears as you let your head fall back with a groan. Someone else was behind you as your skull connected with theirs lightly.

“Y/N! Hi, hi. Are you okay?” Robin’s voice was clear now as you winced away from the light.

“Robs, shhh. Holy shit, I have a bad concussion,” You mumbled as you took a deep breath, ears ringing with her yelling. “Where’s Stevie?”

You tried to feel everything out: the ache in your shoulder and new cut on your arm, you were stuck with your wrists, chest, and thighs restrained against the chair behind you. Headache building each second, you turned to see Robin to your right and Steve to your left, the three of you in a triangle tied together.

“Steve?” You whispered as you tried to nudge him awake. Him being unconscious was the last thing you needed right now, the heavy pit in your stomach finally bursting when he didn’t answer. “Steve, c’mon wake up.”

“He’s been out since they threw you both in here. They haven’t been back since. Said something about bringing a doctor,” Robin explained softly, understanding the light and sounds bothered you without you having to say it.

You almost whined at her words, scared that maybe Steve wasn’t waking back up from the attack they landed on him. “Stevie, wake up. Wake up! You promised me we would get out of here. Wake up. You can’t leave me!” Vision tunneling and chest suddenly feeling like it couldn’t move, you feared the worst. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you tried to breathe through the tension in your throat that threatened to suffocate you. You shook your head to yourself. “No, no, no. C’mon. Not now.”

“Y/N, are you having a panic attack?” Robin asked the obvious question as she tried to look at you. “Whoa, hey, you gotta breathe okay? He’s gonna be fine.”

“Robin, I can’t,” You sobbed as you choked for air in your lungs, feet kicking the ground harshly as you tried to wiggle out. “I can’t lose him. He’s all I have, okay? I can’t, I won’t-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She tried to reassure you but without being able to move, she had to rely on her words to do the best she could. “He’s probably just unconscious and worn out. He’ll be fine. If they wanted to kill him, they would’ve already.”

You knew she was doing her best but it wasn’t helpful enough to calm the racing in your heart. There was a point to her statement; if they wanted to get rid of you guys, they would’ve. Regardless, neither you or Steve did well seeing the other in pain.

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

“Steve! Oh, my God!” Robin’s voice was full of worry as she leaned directly back against his left shoulder to try and see him better. “Are-Are you okay?”

He took a choppy deep breath, “My ears are ringing and I can’t really breathe, and my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that I’m doing pretty good.”

“Good, good, yeah, because Y/N over here is having a panic attack thinking you weren’t gonna wake up.”

“Robin!” You whined in embarrassment at her comment, letting your head drop to your chest. Small drops of blood smeared up and down from the deep slice on your left arm. You wanted nothing more than to just go home with the kids, shower, and cuddle up for movie night. A slight sense of relief came back when you heard Steve speak.

“Bubs,” Steve’s voice cracked as he tried to get your attention, eyes moving to look at you as best as possible. “You okay?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks at his voice and you were grateful he couldn’t see you fully. “Mhmm fine. Good.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Well sorry I’m not feeling very positive,” You mumbled back. Your injuries were starting to get the best of you and the tired feeling was hard to hold back. “Just wanna go to sleep.”

Steve’s leg kicked yours as gently as possible, his hip at an odd angle to reach you. “Nonono, hey, you have a concussion. Stay awake. You better stay awake.” You softly groaned at his word, letting your head rest gently on his shoulder even though it pulled your muscles uncomfortably.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N-Harrington.”

A beat of silence followed her statement before you spoke up. “Did you just hyphenate my last name with his?”

“Mhmm,” She hummed in agreement. “Because you two are rarely separated and you love each other so deal with it. It’s just too trippy, man.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Steve responded to the first part of her initial statement, ignoring the little nudge at your relationship. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You gotta let me just think for a second.”

Robin ignored his request for silence and kept mumbling, “Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click’s sophomore history class? Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That’s what us band dweebs called her.”

“God, that woman hated me,” You added. Your headache was getting stronger by the minute and you prayed Steve had some kind of pain relief in his car.

“It was the first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays and Steve was always late. Always had the same breakfast: bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class?” Steve’s silence was enough of an answer for Robin before she scoffed. “Of course you don’t. You were a real asshole, you know that?”

Steve let out a small sigh before agreeing, “Yeah, I know.”

“But it didn’t even matter. It didn’t matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular, accepted.”

“If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great,” Steve admitted as he let his head drop to rest against yours gently. “Seriously. It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything people say you should care about, it’s all just… bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?”

“I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been… one big error.” Robin’s response pulled a chuckle from you and Steve both. Somehow in the midst of the worst moments, Robin always brought that feeling out in you. “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this.”

You let out a small noise of protest. “Don’t jinx us, please.”

“I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,” Steve continued their hushed conversation. “Really, I do. Maybe you could’ve helped me pass the class. Y/N can only help me so much before it’s impossible.”

“Hey!” You grumbled, “Listen Harrington, sometimes the student is unteachable for the teacher, okay?”

He laughed at your defense, twisting just enough to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m kidding, bubs. You did great. You always do.”

The buzzer of the door ruined the moment as the commander and his guards entered the room again. This time though, a bald man in a white shirt with dark pants came with them and you could only guess this was the doctor Robin was referring to.

The commander leaned down in front of Steve. “Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.” His grimy hand ran down Steve’s neck in faux comfort as your best friend tried to lean away, wincing as the Russian’s thumb dug too hard into his bruises.

Your eyes followed the so-called “doctor” who held a large needle full of blue liquid. “Wait, whoa, what is that?” Your question was left unanswered for a moment as he continued to approach Steve. “Stop stop, leave him alone!”

“It will help you talk.”

“No, no, no!” Steve protested as the doctor pushed his head towards you before injecting the needle into his neck without a second of hesitation.

You turned your head as best as possible as he groaned next to you. “Steve, Stevie. Are you okay?” For all you knew, it could’ve been poison and he was gonna drop dead any second.

Shifting his jaw back and forth, he nodded to you. “Yeah, fine. For now.”

Your attention was drawn back to the doctor who grabbed another needle from his tray, turning to you. “Oh, fucking hell.” You tried to kick at his legs to keep him away before someone’s fingers dug into the raw skin on your arm. A scream left your lips, feet dropping back to the floor as fresh blood poured from the wound the same second the needle entered your neck.

“Let go! Get your hands off her!” Steve shouted from next to you as the doctor moved on to Robin before they left the three of you alone in the room again.

“Holy shit,” You gasped in shock as you watched the drops of blood fall down your arm. Thankfully none of you had stopped breathing yet, so maybe whatever they gave you wouldn’t be so bad.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Robin asked since she couldn’t see what you and Steve could.

“Asshole stuck his finger in my arm.” A sharp hiss left your teeth. This day definitely was not turning out the way you thought it would.

A few moments of silence passed between your trio. Nobody knew what to say. Emotions were tense and it had been over 24 hours since you had seen the normal sky and fresh air. You were exhausted, head leaning against Steve’s. You craved the peace and quiet of your room, his soft snores filling the air. Despite the coolness of your room, Steve’s skin was always warm and no matter how much you whined about being hot, he refused to not be holding you while you slept.

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?” Steve broke the quiet with a light attempt at humor.

“No,” You whispered quietly, voice threatening to give out from all the screaming.

“I mean, I… I feel fine,” Robin added, “I feel kinda good.”

Light laughter followed her statement from you and Steve. She wasn’t wrong, you kinda felt like you were floating on clouds. The pain faded slightly and everything just felt easy.

“Morons,” You snorted in laughter, “They messed up the drug.”

“They messed it up,” Robin couldn’t stop her giggles.

“Morons,” Steve called out, “Hey, morons!”

“Oh man,” You sighed with a smile once the laughter died down. “There’s definitely something wrong with us.”

The door buzzer sent a ringing through your ears as you complained loudly in annoyance. You could see the familiar guards and even the doctor had come to greet you again. The clinging of his metal tools as he unpacked his bag caught your attention easily. The twinge of terror in your chest didn’t last very long, blown away by whatever they injected into your body.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?”

Robin’s joke was left without reaction this time as you stared at the shining tools. Now even more defenseless, you wondered if Dustin and Erica were somewhere safe. Maybe it was a good thing they never returned to help. At least you knew they wouldn’t have to see whatever happened next.

“Let’s try this again. Who do you work for?”

“Scoops,” Steve answered bluntly causing you and Robin to giggle, “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident,” You answered this time, not hesitating to give them a response. It was like your brain just wanted to talk and it wanted to say anything and everything that came to it.

Some Russian was spoken, something you weren’t sure of. The doctor picked up a pair of pliers from his tool set and stepped towards your best friend. “What is that shiny little toy?” The target of the command was oblivious to the danger heading his way.

“Stevie, maybe he’s gonna cut your hair,” You cackled at the idea of Steve losing his biggest trait. “Ha, you’re gonna be bald.”

Robin practically screamed with laughter seconds before Steve was screaming in terror as the doctor put the pliers beneath one of his nails. “Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!”

“There was a code!” Robin blurted, “We heard a code!

The commander seemed somewhat pleased with the information. “What code?” He pushed further.

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day!” Robin was particularly gleeful as she explained how you ended up here. “You think you’re so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and watch kids for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

“Who knows we are here, suka?”

“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

In a flip of panic you turned towards him. “Hey, Steve.”

“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”

“Stevie!” You yelled this time, hoping the force in your voice would make him shut up. No way, no way, was he going to sit here and rat out the little boy you considered your brother.

You hated the way Dustin’s name rolled off the commander’s mouth. “Is this your small, curly-haired friend?”

“Ah, curly-haired. Gread hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”

“Where is he?”

Steve couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “He’s long gone, you big asshole. He’s probably calling Hopper and Hopper’s calling the US calvary. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Laughter burst through your lips as your head fell forward. The ups and downs of your emotions were making you dizzy but this was so fun and dangerous and sickening.

“Is that so?” The commander bent down in front of Steve’s face to mock him. You all burst into another fit of giggles that only escalated when an alarm began blaring through the base. The commander and his two guards rushed from the room to diagnose the issue.

The door slammed open as you recognized Dustin’s high pitched yell before there was a zapping noise. The doctor’s figure crumbled to the ground from whatever the younger boy did before his curly hair was popping up in your peripheral vision.

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve was giddy at the boy’s presence in front of him. “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

“Get ready to run!” Dustin’s command wasn’t left up for discussion as he yanked the belts holding the three of you together off. Erica quickly moved to untie Robin individually before Dustin’s hands were suddenly on your knees. “Y/N, holy shit. Are you okay?”

“Dusty!” Your voice was way too excited in his opinion as he tried to pull his eyes from the dried blood on your skin. His hands moved fast to free your ankles and wrists before he tucked an arm under your shoulder and helped you up. Unlucky for you, it was the one the Russians popped out of socket causing you to yelp and jump away from him. “Ow, that hurt!” Your pain was disguised in a fit of laughter as Dustin stared at you in concern.

“We gotta go. Come on.” Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled you out of the monotone room that had consumed your thoughts for the past few hours. Handling you carefully, he helped you climb into the back of whatever transport they had found, Steve and Robin clambering in after. The door slammed shut, the ringing in your ears making you press your hands harshly against your head. Curling into yourself, you laughed as the cart began to move making you roll around like a ball.

“Jesus, slow down,” Steve’s words were slurring together as he tumbled into your side. His hands were as careful as possible as he tried to get off of you.

“Yeah, what is this, the Indy 500?”

“It’s the Indy 300,” Steve attempted to correct Robin’s statement but failed.

“No, dingus, it’s 500!”

“300!”

They two kept going before bursting into laughter again. Your senses were suddenly overwhelmed, the medicine they gave you blurring together as you dropped into a fit of panic. Head aching, chest tight, you clenched your fingers around your arms tightly as you tried to protect yourself as much as possible. Erica let out a shout before you were slammed against the metal walls of the cart, a cry leaving your lips as you hit your already bruised head. Dustin asked if you were alright but you were too busy trying to choke in air to answer.

More yelling followed before hands were pulling on you, yanking you from your comforting position. Whining as you moved, you let Steve and Dustin practically carry you along slowly into the elevator you came here in.

The chaotic elevator ride went in a blur, Steve and Robin giggling a little too loud for your enjoyment. Dustin was trying to check your best friend’s stability before his finger was poking into his neck where they had injected the drugs earlier. The ride back up to ground level didn't take too long and eventually, Dustin held your hand tightly as he led you from the elevator back out into the fresh air of the night. You thought you were in the clear and could finally go home, take a shower, and go to sleep. That idea slipped away quickly as Dustin started yelling and pulled you back through the side doors of the mall while Erica attempted to corral Steve and Robin. You caught a quick glimpse of the two Russians undercover that were running towards you.

“Whoa!” Steve shouted excitedly as your group turned a corner sharply in the back halls of the mall.

“Where are we going?” Erica asked Dustin, who didn’t give her a clear answer. Soon enough, he was pulling you through the door that led to the movie theater hallway and into an ongoing showing of Back to the Future.

Your feet couldn’t keep up as he ran towards the bottom row, demanding you, Steve, and Robin take a seat. Steve broke out into complaints about the shitty view while shoving someone’s discarded popcorn into his mouth.

“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere,” The younger boy directed.

“Fine, Dad,” Steve scoffed, earning giggles from Robin. You watched Dustin and Erica shift down the aisle to two other open seats. Steve slumped down aggressively, throwing more popcorn than he could chew into his mouth, mumbling that he had no idea what was happening.

Three minutes went by of your trio staring dumbly at the movie screen before Robin spoke up, “Guys. I’m bored.”

“Me too,” Steve blurted a little too excitedly. You looked over at both of them to see their expectant eyes staring right at you. Dustin’s words be damned, you were bored and hungrier than shit.

Moving quickly to the left, you snuck back out the same hall you had walked through. Food forgotten, the water fountains you found looked much more appetizing as you crumbled against it and chugged down water like you’d never seen it before.

Plopping on the floor, you let Robin take over the water fountain you previously occupied. Steve started conversing with her again but their words faded to whispers as you stared forward. Whatever they gave you down in the lab was causing panic after panic. Slumping forward, you wrapped your arms tightly around your legs as you tried to slow your breathing. You thought once you left that elevator you’d be free, but realizing that the guards lurked around every corner was enough to freak you out, especially when you figured out how vulnerable your group was.

“Steve!”

Your cry had his attention instantly, laughter disappearing immediately as he turned to you. He felt bad, but whatever the guards gave him made him want to giggle again. He clumsily clattered to the floor next to you. “Y/N, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Hands were on your arms, your bare skin touching his. “Okay, okay. That’s okay, just breathe for me.” He was trying to walk himself through the normal steps. Helping you through a panic attack wasn’t abnormal to him, and he was always willing to keep you from suffering alone.

“I-I don’t know, it’s too much,” You admitted as you crawled into his lap, letting him hold you like a child. Tingling ran through your limbs, numb to the point where you could barely feel the warmth of Steve’s hold on you. “I can’t, it hurts, everywhere. We can’t get out of here, a-and and you, you weren’t waking up and-”

“Y/N, hey. Eyes on me, babe. I’ve got you.” His fingers were soft as they moved your chin to look up at him. He had never seen your body so tense, so rigid. He knew ever since the demogorgon attack that the nightmares were getting worse but you always, always insisted that you were fine.

You cried into his bloody uniform, hands refusing to let go of his wrists. “I was so scared, I didn't think you were gonna come back to me and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I never told you but I didn’t want anything to happen if I did and I’m just so so scared of losing you, Stevie. Can’t even imagine a world without you and I thought you left me alone and… and…”

So, here you were, a bloody mess in Starcourt Mall when the secret broke free that you had hidden from Steve Harrington for so long. Your biggest and greatest fear had always been so close under his nose and he had no idea. Maybe it was obliviousness or just denial but he had never realized how important he was to you.

You were scared, terrified, of losing him to the point where you didn’t want to risk speaking it into existence. Now, it all made sense though. The moments of hesitation when a plan involved him in the front lines, the over worry when he got into a fight, or the simple things like making him dinner and staying in his usually empty house so he didn’t feel alone.

You couldn’t live in a world where Steve Harrington wasn’t yours.

He felt stupid that he didn’t see it sooner, but you were so good at hiding things when you wanted to. He had slowly been figuring your patterns out but this one was just right out of his reach.

“Shh, it’s okay. C’mere.” His arms held you close, chin resting on your head, tucking you into his neck as he tried to bring you any sense of comfort, to let you know he was here and he was okay. You curled closer into his body, trying not to disturb the wounds on his face. “M’not gonna go anywhere, bubs. Promise. Could never leave you.”

Robin couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized at the way the two of you fit together like missing puzzle pieces. She admired it, yet despised it because she never would get to experience it. You were like soulmates, destined to be entwined infinitely in the universe. She begged, hoped, dreamed that someone would show up and love her for her the way Steve loved you. There was a lot of room for her to grow, to open up to the two of you about who she really was and she would, soon.

“Hey,” She cursed herself as she interrupted your small moment, her eyes drifting upwards as she let her head fall back. “Is the ceiling spinning for you guys too?”

You sniffled as you pulled your head away from Steve’s neck to look up at the indeed bright, moving lights. It was gorgeous, a blend of soft yet bright and elegant color.

Your stomach shifted uncomfortably before all three of you were scrambling to the nearest bathroom to rid your bodies of the toxins that had been plaguing you. You tried not to be too grossed out on the bathroom floor and the cold porcelain toilet you were resting your head on. Letting out a small groan, you tucked yourself against the corner of the stall between the wall and the toilet, letting yourself slump in exhaustion.

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” Robin said as she broke the silence. You could see the backs of her thighs as she let her legs rest upwards against the stall. “Is it still spinning for you?” Taking a second, you looked up and shook your head no, forgetting that she couldn’t see you.

“Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?” Steve asked from the stall next to you. You could barely see his blue shoes and knee high socks against the multicolored floor.

“Maybe, ask me something,” Robin suggested before changing to a Russian accent, “Interrogate me.”

Steve let out a small chuckle, “Okay, interrogate you. Sure. Um, when was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today,” Robin answered without hesitation, “When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

A short laugh left your mouth as Steve mumbled something about the drug still being in Robin’s system. You felt fine now - not back to normal but you didn’t feel as floaty and instead, your body was riddled with pain and exhaustion but you were just glad to be out.

“Alright, my turn. Have you… ever been in love?”

“Yep. Nancy Wheeler, first semester, senior year,” He made a noise with his mouth to imitate a gunshot to his heart.

Despite Steve being devastated over the situation, you were so grateful Nancy snapped him out of his King Steve persona that became so overwhelming. You had been watching your best friend disappear piece by piece, his new friends becoming your enemies with their snide rude comments that Steve didn’t really attempt to stop. So, despite Nancy Wheeler breaking Steve’s heart, you got him back and you were more than grateful for it.

“Y/N, did you just OD in there?”

By the time you realized you were missing the conversation, Steve’s body was sliding under the metal door into your stall and shaking you back to reality. You gave him a small smile, chin resting on your crossed arms as you tucked your knees into your chest. Neither of you talked about what had happened not too long ago and you were suddenly ashamed of your reaction.

“That floor’s disgusting,” You muttered as he settled closer to you. His hands were gentle as they grabbed your ankles and released your legs from their cramped position to rest over his lap, fingertips ghosting lightly over your shins. He needed to hold you, to comfort you the best way he knew how.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He waved his hand lazily towards his destroyed uniform. “Do you wanna talk about it? Robin went to get some more water for us.”

You shrugged lightly, leg twitching as you threatened to curl back into a ball. You felt exposed, more exposed than you ever did to him and usually you didn’t mind it but it just felt weird. Steve noticed, just like he always did, and shifted to sit facing you with his legs slotted beneath yours, his feet resting on the sides of your hips. Tugging you forward gently until your thighs rested on top of his and his hands sat on your waist, Steve Harrington finally looked at you the way he had wanted to for so long.

“I love you.”

Your response was automatic, “I love you, too.”

Steve smiled but shook his head slightly as he messed with you. “Nah, c’mon, babes. You know that’s not what I mean.”

You gave him a half smile, your skin bubbling with excitement. “Stevie, I think we both know exactly what we mean.” You could feel the dynamic shift, both of you could. It was obvious enough but it didn’t feel heavy or overbearing - it just felt right.

“Oh, do we now?” The smirk on his face was smug but it disappeared into the tiniest smile when you rolled your eyes at him and finally leaned forward to close the distance, your lips settling perfectly onto his. Steve Harrington was in heaven, and he was in love. He didn’t know why it had taken this long for either of you to react and make the emotions between you known after so long but he was so glad.

His hands slipped to your lower back to pull you closer into his lap as your fingers sorted through his slightly matted hair. Taking a second to breathe, you leaned back with one hand still lingering around his neck, the other gently brushing the bruises on his face. He was just so real, so close, and somehow still always yours.

The bathroom door slamming open had you shifting your gaze to see Dustin, Erica, and Robin crowding the doorway, the biggest smile on the latter's face as she held water bottles in her hands. Steve moved slightly to see them, his hand never leaving your waist as he turned to see your friends had returned. “Oh, hey guys.”

“Okay. What the hell!”

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mythicalartisttm · 4 months

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What’s your opinion on transgenders people? I ask as i have seen you reblog a few things and I am unsure on your stance. I mean this in no judgmental way i would just like to know your thoughts

anon this ask both excites me and fills me with caution, but! I will provide you with what you seek!

what do I think about transgender people? Here’s my answer to that, but be warned, it is lengthy!

1) they’re to be treated as people, not outcasts. Human is human, and we are supposed to treat fellow humans with love, care, and respect, even if we don’t agree with the people in question, or if it’s just plain hard.

2) I say this with gentleness: their perceptions of themselves are skewed*, and there are many reasons for this with the primary one being that we live in a broken world, which leads to everything else. But one of the absolute worst things we can do to trans people/ people who want to be trans, regardless of the reason, is to go along with the idea that they are or can be any other gender than the one they were born with. As you can probably tell, I believe in the God of the Bible, and that while human hands may have written the physical book, He speaks through the people that wrote it. So let’s let His Word do the talking.

You know the creation story, yeah? It’s ok if you don’t, let’s recap anyways:

Every day for 6 days, God made aspects of our universe, and when He declared everything finished – perfect! God’s work ain’t finished ‘till it’s perfect – He rested on the 7th day (Genesis 1 and 2). On the 6th day He made humans, male and female, and they were made in the image of God Himself (Gen. 2:26). They were also the only aspect of creation God formed with His own hands; Genesis 2:7 says God made the first man from the dust of the earth, and verses 21-22 says He took a piece of the man to make the first woman.

That might not seem huge to you, but it speaks volumes of the care God put into humanity specifically. Everything else – the sun, stars, sky, trees, dogs, almost everything you can think of – God simply spoke them into existence. But for humans; for you, anon? He got up, got His hands dirty, and shaped your head, your heart, your spirit, your body. He gave humanity a literal special touch that He gave to nothing else.

This is reinforced again by God speaking through king David’s Psalm 139, verses 13-16:

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.

God is omnipresent, meaning that He’s everywhere all the time any time, and nothing escapes His knowledge. This includes the creation of a new human being (again: male or female, no secret 3rd option for this one). And because God Himself – who makes no mistakes – oversees and ordains the creation of every new little boy or girl, wouldn’t it make sense that God would make them as He intended to make them: perfectly, without mistake? There is then no ground for the “born in the wrong body” argument to stand on, because God made your body with you in mind; your body was made specifically for you, and there were no errors on His end.

Now, what if you just straight up don’t like your body? I think everyone has disliked their body and/or felt uncomfortable in it at some point, that includes me. If someone’s going through puberty then they are almost guaranteed to be uncomfortable in their body because that kiddo and their body both are growing up. Sometimes you’re uncomfortable in your body simply because it’s changing, but this particular change is a good thing! Going through puberty is a sign that your body is working as it should, even if it feels weird. To try and block this transition from happening, or deliberately alter it, is to actively harm your body’s natural progression.

So yes, I do think that a trans person’s view of their body – that they were made for a different body and so they should change it – is not only wrong, but harmful to themselves in the long run. Why are we affirming this; giving people of all ages the means to scar themselves to feel good in the now?

Last bit before the TL;DR: if there’s anyone out there who thinks God won’t except them for any reason that you can think of, I’m gonna stop you right there. There is grace for you. Yes, even for that; please refer to my pinned post. And also this.

My explanation doesn’t cover all bases I’m sure, but the TL;DR is that the human body is a sacred thing designed by God, with care, made differently and specifically for every individual person, and it is medical malpractice (evil) to alter it within the context of transgenderism. If you have undergone the gender transition at any time – or have done anything else, ever – God still loves you with his whole heart, and He wants you to let Him help you with whatever may have dragged you down this time. Even if it was self-inflicted.

Lastly, some stuff I didn’t know how to cleanly fit into All That

*it is worth noting that basically everyone has a skewed perception of themselves about different things and to different degrees, but in this context I mean “a skewed perception of how a trans person relates to their body”

Creation was deemed “good” before people, but after people, God declared it “very good.” Again, in Genesis 1. I literally cannot stress enough how much God wants people to come to Him for whatever the reason

Chloe Cole's discussion with Dr. Peterson + the comment section and the testimonies in it

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t1oui · 2 months

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hcs that the marauders & the valkyries & the slytherin skittles are all best friends and also gay as hell.

james is the first of the marauders to come out, he's pansexual

his first crush is on lily, who he loudly proclaims his love to. she immediately turns him down on the grounds of 1) being lesbian and 2) being 11 and they become best friends instead

meanwhile in the skittles they sort of all come out at the same time. like they all become friends and then are like hey wait we're all gay

dorcas is lesbian, regulus is gay, pandora is pansexual, barty and evan are both bi & evan is ace

meanwhile, marlene is lesbian, mary and remus are bi, peter is aroace, and sirius cannot be bothered to label himself past "moony is pretty and girls occasionally are too"

eventually the groups begin to mingle both through quidditch and various crushes

aka marlene sees dorcas looking bored out of her mind while watching a gryffindor v slytherin quidditch match and falls in love

(she then gets hit in the face with a bludger and is in the hospital wing for a week)

eventually lily also starts crushing on pandora and james starts crushing on regulus

lily and pandora get together first because they, unlike their friends, are normal about having feelings

eventually mary also starts dating them because hell yeah polyamory

they go on cute dates in hogsmeade and spy on their friends :)

james and regulus get together next, everyone knows james loves very loudly and with all that sunshine focused on him, there was no way reg could last

james, lily, and mary are fed up with marlene pining after dorcas and they get regulus and pandora to help them set the girls up

(as it turns out, dorcas is confident until she's faced with a pretty girl with no boundaries)

of course there's also wolfstar and rosekiller

rosekiller has probably been together this whole time (nobody knows when they started dating, including them) but remus and sirius are painfully oblivious so they don't get together until 7th year and then they seem to be kissing 24/7

("ew," james said, looking up from where he was cuddling regulus in the middle of the great hall)

oh yeah and there's no voldemort in this universe. the only angst comes from the occasional black family nonsense

i just realized i haven't mentioned alice and frank yet so here they are:

they're a few years older than the marauders/valkyries/skittles

james totally had a crush on frank and lily had a crush on alice (another thing they bonded over)

regulus and alice are best friends because alice and narcissa are dating

bellatrix is still kind of insane but in a fun way (idk how to write her as a sane person 💀)

andromeda is the big sister of the skittles, and once the skittles start hanging out with the gryffindors, she becomes their big sister too

walburga and orion still suck. there is just far less angst regarding them.

sirius still runs away first because he and regulus don't get along super well yet. not so much because of houses or family, though those are contributors, but also because they're just very different people. regulus ends up moving in with narcissa and alice and is living his best life

they all go off into the world as best friends and do not die young or in pain or scared and instead live fun lives with each other in a peaceful world, as they were supposed to :)

i will probably write this, at the very least some oneshots for it because AAAA

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tomhollandisabae · 2 years

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glimpse of us - lewis hamilton x reader

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summary; after your reconnection with your ex lover many things are being revealed and many other things are being said

warnings; angst like... a lot of it, mature language, brief mention of blood, pregnancy, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, foul language, daddy kink, p in v) [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

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a/n; so the song only love can hurt like this started playing while i had already begun writing this so... yeah... things are getting really heated :)

'Lewis Hamilton spotted with supermodel Bella Hadid acting cosy. '

It was the third headline you had seen that day about him and his new girl. You and Lewis had been dating for almost three years, but broke up right after his 37th birthday, due to the fact that as he claimed ‘the pressure from his working environment and you were too much’.

He had broken your heart, yet you tried to move on and find happiness somewhere else, but how could that happen since you were seeing him literally everywhere and the fact that he was pictured with other women was making the situation for you even worse.

It had been almost 10 months since January the 7th, yet here you were on your bathroom floor bawling your eyes out about your ex-lover. You had thought many times about texting him or calling him, but you knew better than that. If he was willing to throw away your entire relationship for his career, then you had no reason to speak to him again.

He was now back to his old self, fooling around with supermodels and had no intention of seeing you again. Your trail of thoughts was broken by the hearing of a baby’s cry. You immediately stand up from the ground and wiped your eyes as you made your way back in your bedroom. Then, you approached the precious human being in the little crib and picked her up in your arms trying to calm her down.

Looking down at your beautiful little new-born daughter in your arms, you couldn’t believe that you really were holding her after what you went through. To clear things out, one month ago you went into gave birth, alone as a matter of fact that you had no one to support you – not even your very religious parents that went feral in the hearing of you being pregnant out of marriage- and the result of it was a 6-hour long labour and the most painful thing you had ever experienced that almost costed you your life due to the extreme blood loss that you suffered.

Of course, you never said anything to Lewis as a result that every time you tried to contact him in the first two months, he would shut you down or pick up the phone and without letting you speak telling you that he couldn’t waste his time trying to sort things out in his personal life since he had to focus on the new car launch.

So, after many tries you decided that it was better that way and because you were too pissed at him, you ended up not telling him at all. And here you were now holding your tiny daughter in your arms as she had finally stopped crying and had rested her small head on your breasts. You loved her more than anything in the world and you would do anything in your power to protect her and raise her with kindness and fairness, not like your parents raised you.

Anastasia Cinthya Hamilton would be raised in a healthy environment, away from all the drama and sadness.

Yes, you had given her her father’s last name as you still were feeling guilty about keeping her away from him. She was part of him too, so you thought it would be fair enough to do that. Deep down you knew that Lewis loved children and that he would be the greatest father, yet the fact that he treated you like that made you cut off any contact you had with him.

As you finally put Ana back in her crib, you heard your phone ringing.

“Yes?” you asked curious as no one ever called you.

“Hey y/n, I'm calling to ask about little cute baby Ana and you, how have you been?” you heard y/f/n saying from the other side of the phone.

Y/f/n was one of the nurses that were looking after you while you were at the hospital and in those couple of days you managed to form a great friendship.

“Oh hi, yeah we’re great, what about you?” you asked.

“I'm fine too. So I was thinking that if I was to find you a well trusted baby sister, would you come with me at a party?” she suggested.

Truth was that it had been ages since the last time you had been at a party, but your daughter wasn’t even a month old so you couldn’t leave her just like that.

“I really appreciate that y/f/n, but I can’t leave Ana yet. I'm sorry.” you apologised.

“it’s okay, I understand. We have plenty of time ahead of us.” she replied.

“Yeah sure, look I gotta go, but please feel free to ring me if you need anything.” you said.

“Will do, take care.” she answered and with that you hung up the phone.

Now it had been five hours after your friend had called you and suddenly you heard your door bell ringing. Terrified was a poor word to even describe how you were feeling at that moment, so after you made sure that your daughter was safe, you made you way to open the door.

“Who is it?” you asked loudly behind the door.

“Hey y/n” you heard your heavily drunk friend saying from the other side.

“y/f/n?” you finally opened the door, but what you saw made your blood run cold in your veins. “What... what happened?” you asked with wide eyes while you were already feeling on the verge of crying.

Without waiting any longer, you proceeded to help her inside as you led her towards the sofa where sooner or later, she passed out.

“y/n...” you heard him saying your name from behind you.

“What the hell is going on?” you looked sternly at him as you turned around.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t know you were leaving here. She was pretty drunk and I offered to take her at her house, but she told me to bring her here.” he tried to explain.

“Yeah, clearly you wanted to take her at her house...” you exclaimed in a whisper, but he heard you.

“What do you mean?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Okay Lewis, you brought her here, she’ll be fine. Now you can get out of my house.” you rolled your eyes and pointed at your front door.

“y/n please, can we talk?” he pleaded.

“Talk? Talk about what Lewis? You made it pretty clear all those months ago that you didn’t want to talk to me anymore? So, for the last time, please, get out of my house.”

Before he could respond a baby’s cry was heard throughout the house that made you freeze at your feet, while Lewis looked at you in question.

“what’s that?” he asked curious.

“it’s none of your business, now get out!” you instructed but he didn’t listen.

“y/n a baby’s is crying upstairs.” he said.

“Yeah, I'm babysitting a friend's baby, so what?” you lied as you hurriedly made your way in your bedroom, hoping that he would leave, yet you were wrong as a matter of fact that he followed you.

When you entered your room, Anastasia was crying in her crib so you rushed to her side and immediately picked her up. You walked to your bed and sat on the edge as you lowered your shirt to feed her as it was time for that. After she placed her small lips around your nipple and started feeding, you lifted your head and realised that Lewis had seen everything as he was standing right in front of you, mouth opened wide.

“Lewis...” you tried to say something, but failed.

“What... I... how? I don’t understand...” he was out of words.

“Just let me finish feeding her and I'll explain everything, okay?” you sighed and he nodded, yet didn’t make the effort to exit your room.

“Will you please go downstairs. You're stressing me out and she can feel it too, please.” you told him.

“Yeah, okay...sorry” and with that he left.

After a while, you made your way downstairs too where you found Lewis sat on one of the chairs in your kitchen with his head in his hands.

“Lewis...” you called out his name lowly and he lifted his head to face you.

“Did I really meant that little to you?” he asked with a sad expression.

“What?” you exclaimed shocked and he stood up.

“For the past 10 months I've been trying to get over you, I've been literally sleeping around with every woman I find so I can forget about you, but always fail, yet here you are having already moved on with someone else and not only that, but you also have that bastard's baby too.” he yelled at you and you couldn’t help, but just stare at him as if he had grown another head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you threw your hands in the air.

“You know what I'm talking about y/n... did you even really loved me?” this was the final straw as you lifted your hand and slapped him across his face.

“don’t ever fucking say that again” you pointed your finger at him “you were the one that broke up with me because apparently your career was far more important than I was. I tried to contact you for months, but you always found a way to shut me down. I called you, texted you, went to your house, your parents' house, your friends’ and they all looked at me like I was someone to pity over and back then... maybe I was, because I was desperate, I didn’t know what to do and all of them were telling me that as much as they appreciated me you needed your space. I had no one Lewis, no one! My parents kicked me out of their house as soon as they found out I was pregnant and not only that, but I also lost my job too and thank God I had my own savings because me and my daughter had no one to rely on and as a pregnant woman no one hired me anymore. So don’t you dare ask me if I ever really loved you, when I obviously did. I was alone, pregnant, with no one to comfort me and tell me that everything will be alright, yet I still fucking loved you.” by the time you stopped talking you were already crying while Lewis was just looking at you, trying to find the right words to speak.

“Say something...” you said in a whisper.

“I... I don’t understand... how... it doesn’t make sense.” he simply said.

“What doesn't make sense Lewis, what exactly? Tell me!” you exhaled.

“she’s so... small... when...” he looked at you desperate.

“After everything I told you, you still really think that she is some else’s baby?” you exclaimed crying as his words had really hurt you.

“she’s...” his eyes welled up with tears.

“she’s yours Lewis... she’s your daughter.” you finally told him and you saw a tear rolling down on his cheek.

You wanted to hug him, not bearing the image of him crying, but after what he had done to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to comfort him anymore. The wound was deeper than you thought it was and it was hurting like hell.

“Mine...” he whispered as he sat down on the chair “you tried to tell me...” he looked up at you searching for an answer and as you nodded, he continued “and I avoided you every single time...” he let out a sob as he buried his face in the palms of his hands.

“I have a daughter” he sniffled “I have everything I've ever wanted in this world and more. I have the most beautiful daughter in the world with the woman of my dreams and I was such a fool to let all go” he sobbed even harder this time.

You couldn’t help it anymore and kneeled down in front of him as you placed your hands on his knees in a way to calm him down.

“Lewis... please don’t cry. I understand if you don’t want this, but I had to tell you, I already was feeling so guilty for not doing so all those months bu--” he cut you off.

“y/n are you crazy?” he looked at you “this is all I've ever wanted and you think I'm going to throw it away. I should be apologizing; I should be on my knees for all I caused to you. I made you go through the toughest stage of your life in such way, you went through so much, all by yourself, while I was all over the place getting drunk and being photographed with every single woman that was crossing my path... I'm so fucking disgusted with myself.”

“you’re right” you finally responded and he looked at you with a hurt expression “but I'm willing to forgive and forget for Ana’s shake. I want her to grow up with both her parents by her side. I put aside my ego and everything for her, she deserves to have both of us in her life. She's half me and you after all.” you explained.

“I want y--” you cut him off.

“No! I will only accept you in my life as the father of my daughter and nothing else. You threw away your chance about us being a normal family the day you broke my heart”

“What if I try and become better?” he asked in despair.

“No Lewis, I can’t go through this again. I'm not trying to risk my sanity anymore. Have you ever imagined what I felt when I was seeing you being photographed going out with all those supermodels that had managed to have what I had for three years, and trust when I'm telling you that they were the best years of my entire life. My heart breaks even more when I'm reading articles about you being with someone else and I've been trying so hard to get over you and by the eighth month of my pregnancy I had partly succeed that, but then when Ana was born and I looked at her in my arms, I realised that she has your eyes and I couldn’t be more happy about it, because after all I still have a piece of you that no one can ever take away from me” you finally stood up and he followed you too.

“I'm sorry... I always was thinking about you and that was the issue. I thought that if I was with some other woman, I would apparently get over you and forget about you, but every single time I was looking at the other person in front of me a glimpse of us was making its way in my mind and the past was hurting me so much. Later I realised that I was trying to found you in them, but I never succeeded, because no one will ever replace you in my heart.” he confessed making go speechless for a while.

“Yeah... umm" you wiped your tears “it’s okay. Now we... we have to work out our relationship... as parents and only as that... for Ana’s shake.” you bit your bottom lip.

“Yeah of course... I can do that and I promise you y/n that I will show you how sorry I am for treating you like that.” he took a deep breath.

“it’s okay Lewis. I'm sure that if you knew, things would be different.” you shrugged.

“Yes, they would be, but I was too foolish to not listen to you y/n, you were so desperate to get in touch with me and I--” you interrupted him.

“Ana is my top priority right now Lewis, I'm willing to forget everything for her sake.” you said quietly.

“Okay...”

“Do you still leave...?” you tried to ask.

“At our old house?” he said and you nodded “no, I couldn’t stay there anymore. Your perfume was all over the place and I couldn’t let go of you like that.” he replied.

“Makes sense... I came by and no one ever answered.” you shook your head “you can stay over tonight at the guest bedroom so you can see Ana tomorrow because I put her to sleep now.” you suggested.

“I don’t want to be a burde--”

“You will never be a burned Lewis... please stay.” you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Okay...” he said in a whisper.

After you helped him settle down in the guest bedroom and you took care of your friend that was sleeping on your couch, you finally laid down on your bed and tried to sleep.

However, two hours had went by and still you were far from asleep. You couldn’t believe that Lewis, the man that you loved for all these years was sleeping in your house. You couldn’t believe that after almost ten months he was at your house a few feet away from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a door opening and closing as you heard someone walking downstairs. You knew it was him and as a matter of fact that you couldn't sleep you decided to follow him.

“hi” you said quietly as you made your way to the kitchen where you found him drinking water.

“hey” he said as he turned to look at you while he placed the glass down “can’t sleep either?” he asked.

“Something like that...” you said and he nodded.

You just stood in front of him, only then realising that you had no reason to follow him downstairs. Lewis was looking at you very carefully trying to understand what you really wanted.

“I should go back to bed--” as you were about to leave, he grabbed your wrist softly and turned you back around.

“y/n... please don’t go.” he got closer to you and placed both his hands on either side of your face.

“Lewis please...” you tried to get out of his grip, not putting too much effort though, as you had really missed his touch.

“I know that I let you down y/n, but please let me make it up to you, let me be there for you from now on. Please, let me make up for the time I was away, let me make up for what I did to you, because I promise you y/n, I will be there for you and Ana for the rest of my life. You are the most important people in the world for me and I know that because the season is not over yet, I will not be able to be with you as much as I really want, so please those days in between race weekends let us be a family, let us at least try to become a real family. Please...” he lowered his head making your foreheads touch.

“Lewis I told you... you can be in Ana’s life as much as you want, we can even move in together for the first months, but nothing else can happen. It's over between us Lewis.” you tried to explain.

“Please, I can’t go on like that; knowing now what I have and what I could have...” he begged.

“Lewis...” you breathed out against his lips.

“Please...” his lips slightly touching yours.

You tried to speak, but without even realising it, his lips were attached to yours in a mtter pf seconds. You found yourself lost in the kiss as you had missed the feeling of him against you. His calloused hands gripping gently your face, his firm chest pressing against yours and his heart beating only for you. You felt complete, you felt whole again.

His hands made their way to your waist pulling you even closer as your own were wrapped around his neck. He bit your lower lip asking for entrance, which you foolish granted knowing now that there was no turning back. You were about to be his for one more time. You were about to submit to him again and become one with him.

In matter of seconds both your clothes were thrown to the floor and Lewis’ lips were attached to your swollen nipple, thing which made your eyes roll in the back of your head as you were far too sensitive.

“Please Lewis...” you moaned.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.” he asked as he started kissing up your chest to your neck.

“I want you...” you cried out.

“You can do better than that.” he said as he continued on sucking on your sweet spot.

“Fuck... please Lewis, I want your cock inside of me, I want to remember what it felt like. I've missed you...”

“you’ve missed me?” he suddenly lifted his head from your neck and looked you in the eye.

“Yes, I did.” you whispered and he kissed you once again, before placing his hands firmly on your ass cheeks making you jump and wrap your legs around him middle as he made his way towards the bedroom he was staying at.

Once you reached your destination, he placed you on the bed and got on top of you. He supported himself on his left hand as his right one made its way towards your sex and started circling your clit with his fingers.

“Fuck Lewis...” you arched your back as he placed for one more time his lips on yours.

You squirmed under him, resulting in him entering two fingers inside of you making you gasp.

“Go easy, I'm still sore...” you interrupted him.

“Okay baby, I got you, don’t worry” he reassured you and pecked your lips as he started moving his fingers in and out of you.

After a little while, he had found a steady but fast pace and without hurting you, he was making you see stars as he was trying himself to remember what your tight walls were feeling like.

“Come on y/n, cum for me... I need to be inside of you.” he cried out and you felt the tip of his fingers hitting against that sweet spot inside of you which made you grab on the sheets even tighter as you finally came on his fingers.

He kept on pumping his fingers inside of you as you were riding your high, but sooner or later you felt too sensitive so you grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him.

“I can’t...” you breathed out.

“it’s okay baby, it’s okay.” he kissed your cheek softly as he pulled his hand out of you and proceeded to lick his fingers.

“Fuck...” he moaned “you still taste as good as before” he said as he buried his head against your neck.

“Please Lewis... I need you” you cried out as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked.

“fuck” you threw your head back in frustration “you can pull out” you suggested in despair.

“Are you sure about this? I mean we all know that the pull-out game doesn’t always work and you just gave birth” he said.

“Lewis I don’t fucking care just put your fucking cock inside of me and shut the fuck up” you looked at him with anger as you really wanted to feel him once again.

“Okay...okay” he nodded and grabbed his dick in his hand making you arch your back as he run his tip over your lips teasing you, before finally pushing inside of you slowly.

“fuck” you chocked in a moan as you felt him entering you.

“Shit y/n” his mouth opened wide as he pushed even more inside you and when he bottomed out, he let out a loud moan as he started nibbling at your neck waiting for you to adjust.

“Please Lew, move” his heart was about to burst from happiness as he heard you calling him by his nickname.

However, as much as he wanted to tease you more, he knew better than to push your limits, so he started moving slowly in you.

“Shit y/n, how the fuck are still so tight?” he moaned.

“Fuck Lew... faster” he didn’t need to hear anything else as he picked up his pace.

He placed one of his hands on your hip for leverage as he pumped himself in and out of you even harder.

“I can’t believe how tight you are baby... fuck you’ll be the death of me”

“mhhmm fuck yess” you yelled out loud as you felt his tip against your g spot.

You were sure that your screams could be heard from outside as Lewis kept on assaulting that special spot inside you, before placing his thump on your clit and starting drawing figure eights against you.

“Oh shit... fuck Lew... you feel so fucking good” you said as you buried your nails deep into his back dragging them downwards.

“Shit baby” he gasped as you clenched around him “I'm not gonna last” he mumbled in your ear.

“Fuck, me too... I'm cumming” you placed on of your hands on his ass pushing him down on you as you felt a knot forming in your lower stomach.

“Cum for me y/n... cum for me baby, milk my fucking cock” he instructed.

“Fuck daddyy I'm coming...” you screamed and came as you made him lost it too and quickly pulled out of you spilling his seed on your stomach.

“Fuck y/n...” he tried to catch his breath “did you really have to say the last part?” he said and you giggled.

Lewis couldn’t feel happier. He had actually heard you giggling and not only that, but he was also the reason for your happiness.

"are you okay?" he asked after a while.

“mhhm... probably won’t be able to get up from bed tomorrow, but yes, I'm fine” you smiled at him.

“Then I did my job right” he smirked and pecked your lips.

“Are you forgetting that we have a baby now?” you hit his shoulder playfully.

“Nope, but that’s why I'm here for. I'll take care of both of you.” he smiled sweetly at you and finally got up, making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving you alone surrounded by many thoughts.

You had no idea what to do now. You had just had sex with him, breaking the only thing that you promised yourself never to do, not even that long after you saw him again. What did that mean for your relationship now? You really wanted him back, but you also couldn’t forget that easily what he had done to you. However, you had said that you were willing to do so for your daughter.

Was the connection you had with Lewis that strong, so not even a day after you reconnected with him, you were willing to take him back with open arms? Well, you had already opened your legs for him...

Maybe. You really loved him still and you knew that back then he was really stressed, your relationship was very complicated and you knew that you wouldn’t last. Probably this was what you needed, a little time away from each other for your relationship to be as strong as it was before everything went downhill.

“What are you thinking about?” you heard him asking as he was cleaning you up, without you even noticing.

“Nothing serious. Can you please grab our clothes from downstairs?” you asked him.

“of course” he replied and after he pecked your lips he went to do so.

A few moments later he came back and gave you your clothes. You watched him as he started getting dressed.

“Lew...” you said when he had only put on his boxers and his head snapped towards your direction, not expecting you to call like that again.

“yes” he replied, but you didn’t say anything.

You only lifted your head singling for him to pick you up. Confused he did so and you placed you head in his neck.

“Take me to the bedroom.” you said “and take your shirt with you too.”

“Okay...” he answered still in confusion.

Once you reached your bedroom, he placed you on the bed and you rolled on your side to grab a new pair of panties from the bed side drawer before putting them on.

“Gimme your shirt” you told him and he did so.

As you were putting his shirt on, he couldn’t help but look over to the crib on the other side of the room.

“don’t wake her up, please. It will be a hell to make her go back to sleep again.” you whispered.

“I won’t don’t worry.” he reassured you and you smiled as you patted the space besides you.

When he laid there, you cuddled up against him as you both wrapped your arms around each other.

“I promise you can officially meet her tomorrow.” you kissed his shoulder.

“mmh... good night y/n” he pecked your forehead.

“Goodnight lew”

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==✦CONTINUATION✦==

Part 1- (Lloyd, Kai, Nya, Jay, Cole, Zane)

This is the continuation for my spirit ninjago au (yeah the au doesn't have a proper name yet so I'm just sticking with that) there may be a third part Idk yet, I'm trying to expand a lot but keep my line of thought straight, expecially since I've been playing honkai star rail my imagination as been going on getting a lot of inspiration with that, mostly the paths system the thing is it may not make sence in a timeline because of dates, and honestly I do want to follow that since It makes some sense but I'll see.

==❤︎CHARACTER INFORMATION❤︎==

Skylor Chen Smith

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died at 96 Height: 5'8½ (1,74m) Status: Kai's wife

A never ending hardworker, Skylor is a dedicated person, even with all that has happened in her life she moves on, "don't let the chains of the past hold you back" is her biggest quote. She still worked at Chen's Noodle House keeping the legacy even after everything, Kai helped even if not has much as she would have liked, but I guess thats a them problem. She is now residing in the cursed realm, the realm of the evil and dead, unfortunately for her the good deeds she practiced were in vain, and even worst for her, her father and clouse were also in the cursed realm, shall she have the pacience to deal with both of them, especially after it got to them that she married one of the ninja, Kai, the worst one in their eyes. Kai visits her in the cursed realm, mostly to hangout and sometimes is able to drag her out of that realm and spend sometimes in the living world.

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Morro Wu

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died in his 20's Height: 6'4 (1,93m)

The people call him "the ashamed" as all that proceeds him as been the shame in his previous actions, a anti-hero. He stills remembers the day he was given a third and/or even fourth chance at redemption, he was in the cursed realm, sulking and poving his power the both new and old ghosts, when Lloyd appered in front of him, he had his arm extanded to him waiting for Morro to take it, Morro was mad but he had to let go at some point, right? So he did, and after a danger in Ninjago that even the Ninja had been spread a little too tin to deal with, Morro joined the battle, but due to him being a little rusty Lloyd gave him a bit of his power, with that the battle was won; to Morro's suprise Lloyd never toke the power back and instead insisted that Morro joined the Ninja becoming the 7th ninja. The rest of the team wasn't too pleased with this, but even soo, who are they to question Lloyd's decision…

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Garmadon

Age- 2000+ (ghost) Died in his 1000's Height (Before death) : 7'3 (2,21m) Height (After death) : 6'4 (1,93m) Status: Misako's husband and Lloyd's father

A tarnished name for sure, all that he has are distante memories of his horrible actions; being separated in two halfs after being revived is sure to bring conflict; one remained in the cursed realm, mostly wandering around, missing his family to no end, and the other was destroying anything that could be considered family. When the half in the living realm died, in came the extended influx of memories that didn't belong to him but at the same time did, he didn't know what to make of it the harm and despair he caused after long having accepted what he had done before- it was too much. But in the depths of that new memory… he could only smile; after everything died down and the living Garmadon stayed alongside Lloyd- the father and son moments he had only dreamed of ever being true had become reality, the laughter and genuine love he felt coming from and with his son, made him the happiest man in the cursed realm; after all he was givin a couple 100 years by his families side until he finally passed away, he made sure every moment counted. Even his marrige had healed to some degree. Now, in the present, Garmadon makes sure to have frequent visits to Lloyd, even if Morro is his only way there, the routine is quite fine for the both of them, Garmadon gets to visit his son and Morro always prefered the quiet atmosphere of the island, where the monestary is currently on. And truth be told, Garmadon, for sure, has given both Morro and Harumi a good death stare for the things they have done to his son, reasonably so.

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Harumi

Age- 1000+ (ghost) Died in her 30's Height: 5'11 (1,80m)

Harumi, often refered as the "wicked princess", in the living she owns a place in the new and improved "hall of villains", while in the dead she continuasly has an aura around her, even if she emitted regret in her past life, now she was surrounded by people who only sang praises about what she accomplished; after all now the people around her were as morally deranged as she was, if not even more. Unfortunatly for her, or fortunatly for the speck of regret she still holds, Morro had long been made aware of what she has done and due to him having to show that he has some moral grounds to be able to continue have the amount of power he was given, he keeps tabs on her and reminds her that she is supposed to be upset at all the praise. And to the new Garmadon she encountered in the cursed realms? A lot of mixed feelings for sure, either way, Morro just makes sure Harumi doesn't get to close.

==✿ADDITIONAL INFORMATION✿==

Skylor and Kai often just walk around Ninjago and think about the past, very old people style; The others tend to comment on their behavior but their stupidity just gets ignored not a whole lot can bring this woman's confidence down.

Kai was very self-conscious about his old lookin' self, Skylor would just make this man's ego go through the roof at times.

Morro, Garmadon have been living in the same home for a while, Harumi just kinda made herself at home, already knowing Morro from a previous prison visit from Lloyd, and just didn't bother giving a reason to why she was there, and Morro just ended up so feed up with kicking her out everytime that he just gave up.

Lloyd has Garmadon's, Misako's and Wu's graves at the end of the backward, beautifully siting under a weeping, tree very well taken care of. Garmadon often wonders if his body is really there or if it's just a memorial (he doesn't really want to check or ask Lloyd about it).

Many attempts at Morro's life have been made, mostly coming from Nya and Kai (water doesn't kill him persay but it sure hurts a whole lot), Jay just annoys him at any moment given, Cole and Zane give him side glances and try not to be hostile, and Lloyd well, his relationship with him has for sure gotten better, time can often heal wounds left by past actions; they often help eachother without much complain, and if there is, it mostly comes from Morro pretending to be upset.

Morro often pretends to despise Lloyd but he does actually care for him; Lloyd is very aware of Morro's true feelings thanks to the power connecting them both, so he just disregards the behavior.

Morro uses Lloyd as a human shield /aff, most of the times he's just possession Lloyd and hanging around but not willing to interact.

Harumi had a redepction arc inside prison and Lloyd would visit occasionally, sometimes he would have Morro with him, that's how they knew eachother, first time they met tho, let's just say, they weren't all too friendly with eachother.

Yes, Harumi died inside the prison, how? Idk, someone didn't like her I guess.

I should mention that most of Ninjago citizens are completly aware of the Ninja's past, mostly due to Cloud Kingdom just releasing many books each with one of the ninja's story, and after years those books were re-written many times and it may have become a game of broken telephone.

That is also why, the people of Ninjago are to the full extent aware of the Harumi's actions, and let's just say Lloyd's die hard fans aren't too happy.

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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The true protection- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted OCTOBER 12, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- talks about suicide, but nothing happens. Um-bitchiness. Fred Lives!

I know that this isn’t how it goes but just go with it :)

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True love is a powerful thing and you learned that in your 7th year at Hogwarts.

You had joined Dumbledore’s army a couple of weeks ago and it was a breath of fresh air, you know, ever since Umbridge stopped you guys from using wands in her class. You could take out your wand and cast a million spells in the room of requirement without getting punished for “going against the Ministry”.

You rushed to the room of requirement after dark with a few others, making sure not to be caught. You guys walked inside and started your lesson right away.

“Alright everyone, today, we are going to keep practicing the Patronus charm,” Harry announced, “now everyone, say it with me just so we know we’re doing it right: Expecto Patronum,”. “Expecto Patronum,” you all repeated.

“Good, good! Now watch me do it once more as a demonstration,” Harry said, “Expecto Patronum!”. Out of the end of his wand burst, a blinding, dazzling, silver stag. “Woah,” you gasped as you watched it run around, even though you’ve seen it so many times it still amazes you. It soon disappeared and everyone started nodding their heads, saying that they were ready to practice.

“Alright, practice,” Harry said and motioned for you all to get started. You walked to a spot toward the corner of the room and started practicing. “Expecto Patronum,” you said quietly, rehearsing the words before doing it full-out. You then waved your wand around a few times and readied yourself. The room was filled with everyone either screaming the charm at their wand or having only a little bit of silver mist.

“Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, only to have a little bit of silver mist come out. You huffed and tried again, “Expecto Patronum!”. It still did the same though. “You’re doing good Y/n, just keep trying,” Harry told you. You nodded your head and tried once more.

You thought of when you and your sister were playing in a field, you didn’t have a care in the world, it was just you and your sister. You were playing animals and you were a horse while she was a bunny. “Hop. Hop,” she said and hopped through the grass. “Neigh!” you giggled and trotted after her. You smiled at the memory and readied yourself again.

“Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, rather loudly. Soon a silver mist appeared and then a hedgehog started scurrying in the air. You chuckled a bit and followed it as it made its way around you. “That’s great Y/n!” Harry cheered from across the room and then went back to helping Cho. You smiled and then felt a presence behind you.

You turned around to see Fred standing there. “Good job,” he complimented and pointed to your Patronus. It immediately went away because you need to stay focused on your Patronus to keep working, and you could not. “Thanks,” you thanked him and looked up at him.

He was very handsome, very handsome indeed. But you two were only acquaintances. You guys hadn’t even spoken before this army was formed and the only reason why you’ve ever talked was that you got paired up for dueling while learning Stupefy and Expelliarmus charms.

“What did you think of as your memory?” Fred asked, “Oh, um, me and my sister playing in a field together,” you told him. “That seems fun,” he chuckled, “Yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. You were never good at keeping up a conversation, especially with a cute boy.

“Alright! That’s it for our lesson today!” Harry announced, “Make sure to not get caught by Filch or Umbridge!”. “Okay, well uh, see you tomorrow,” Fred said and walked away, joining George and the others. “See you,” you sighed.

Over the next few weeks, your liking for Fred only grew stronger. His funny ways and charming smiles just made you swoon over him. When you were around him all you wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, just be with him. You were walking down the hallway when you saw Fred secretly giving kids treats from their Skiving Snackboxes while Umbridge was standing on the stairs.

You just kept walking trying not to look at Fred to draw any attention towards him because if she saw you looking she would get him in trouble and would probably bring you in for questioning. “Hey, Y/n!” you heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Fred running toward you. “H-Hey Fred,” you smiled and kept walking.

“How are you today?” he asked, “Good,” you said quickly, trying to end the conversation for the time being so that you could get past Umbridge. “So I was wondering about today’s lesson if we do anything with dueling would you want to-?”, “Fred, shush!” you scolded. “What? Why?” he asked.

You nodded your head over to Umbridge. You both looked at her, accidentally making eye contact with her. “Shit,” you both mumbled and looked away rather quickly. “Misses Y/l/n, Mr. Weasley, may I ask what you two are doing?” Umbridge called. You both stopped and turned around. “Uh, walking?” Fred answered, making you giggle slightly.

“Mr. Weasley, how about you come to my office,” she told him, “Why?” he asked. “For questioning,”. Fred rolled his eyes and looked at you, you just gave him a small sympathetic smile and watched as he walked with her.

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It’s now a week later and you and Fred really haven’t talked since he had to go to Umbridge’s for questioning. That was until Fred had landed himself detention. “Mr. Weasley, my office,” Umbridge told him. Fred hesitantly got up out of his desk and followed her.

The next time you saw him was in the halls, his hand freshly carved into and a cold, emotionless look on his face. “Hey Fred,” you tried greeting him, but he just kept walking. “Um, how did it go?” you asked, “How do you think,” Fred snapped and looked toward you.

You were taken aback a bit. You’ve never seen him mad at anyone, ever. “Oh, um, s-sorry,” you apologized, not knowing what to do. “No, I’m sorry,” Fred sighed and walked over to a bench, you following behind, “I just, I just hate that lady. She takes the fun out of everything and is so… cruel. This place used to be magical, but now it’s not,”.

Your heart kind of ached when he said that because it was true. It’s not magical like it used to be. “I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it. We just need to focus on things a little more… positive,” you smiled and leaned in a little. “This is my chance,” you thought.

You slowly leaned in and kissed him, but he pulled back almost immediately. Your eyes widened and you stood up, backing away slowly. “I-I’m sorry,” you apologized, drowning in embarrassment and heartbreak. “Wait, Y/n,” Fred said but you couldn’t face him right now. It was obvious that he didn’t like you back. “I-I-I c-can’t I’m sorry,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face. You turned around quickly and ran to your dorm, sobbing.

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The next few weeks were awful. You had to be around him almost all of the time, and before, you found it a blessing, but now, it was a curse. Your heart ached every time you looked at him. You had driven yourself insane over the fact that you couldn’t have him.

You laid awake at night crying and thinking about him. You dreamed about being together, only to be woken up to a heartbreaking reality. He was perfect to you and you couldn’t convince yourself otherwise, no matter how many times you tried.

“Y/n, you need to get over him. He’s stupid to not like you back,” Hermione tried convincing you. You were sitting outside near a tree, crying once more. “I know, I just- you don’t understand! He’s the thing that I want most, and I. Can’t. Have. Him. I’m- I’m-”, “You’re what?” she asked.

“I’m… in love with him. I love him with everything I’ve got. It’s almost painful how much,” you told her. You were in love with him and there was no stopping it.

“Oh Y/n,” she cooed and hugged you which led you to cry more. She then looked down at her watch and sighed, looking up and giving you a look of sympathy. “We’ve got to go to our lesson,” she told you and stood up. “I don’t want to go, he’ll be there,” you pouted. “The only way that you’ll ever get over him is if you face him,” Hermione said firmly and pulled you off the ground. “You’re a great friend Hermione, you know that right?” you told her, she nodded her head and hugged you.

“Are you sure that you know how good of a friend you are?” you asked her. “Yes, I’m sure, why?” she questioned. You couldn’t tell her what you were planning to do tonight, but, you could remind her that it’s not her fault. “Nothing, just know that you’re the best friend a girl could ask for,” you told her and hugged her once more.

She just gave you an unassured, weird, hug back before you composed yourself and quickly headed to lessons, making sure not to get caught. You both walked in and all eyes were on you. You quickly looked down before you both walked up to the group.

Soon lessons started and you were, once again, practicing Patronus charms because a couple of kids still couldn’t get it, which was understandable because it is very hard to produce.

“Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up,” Harry announced, walking around the room, “Keep trying Seamus,” he said and then walked over near you. “Fred, your turn now,” Harry told him. You looked over and saw Fred focusing while George watched his twin. Your heart ached once more, almost bringing you to tears.

“Expecto Patronum!” Fred chanted and a silver Magpie started flying around. You watched in amazement as Fred was finally able to produce one. Fred looked up in amazement as well, before catching sight of you. You made eye contact with him before quickly looking away.

“Just remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused,” Harry told everyone. “Alright Y/n, focus,” you whispered to yourself and thought of you and your sister playing in the field once more. “Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, but only a small silver mist came out. “Huh? That worked before, why isn’t it working now?”. You tried once more, but still nothing. You huffed out and went to try again.

“Are you thinking of the happiest memory you could think of?” you heard someone say from behind you. You turned your head to see Fred standing there with a smirk. He was acting like nothing ever happened. “Yes, I am,” you spat and turned back around. “Well then, think of a happier one,” Fred said like you were dumb.

You just rolled your eyes and looked back. Once you had felt that he had walked away, you closed your eyes, trying to think of what your happiest memory really is. You thought of you and your sister in the field, but that didn’t make your heart happy like it used to. You thought of getting outstanding on a potions quiz that you studied really hard for, still not happy enough. You then thought of when you and Fred were in class together, laughing up a storm. You were admiring his features and every little thing about him.

Your heart filled up with happiness at the memory, making you step back a little and hold your heart, for it had hurt a little. Your lip started to quiver as you came to the realization that Fred was your happiest memory, but also the person that made your heart ache.

You composed yourself for the second time today and readied yourself. “Expecto Patronum!” you chanted. An animal emerged from your wand, but it wasn’t a hedgehog.

It was a Magpie.

You got really confused and then heard people gasp. You looked over at everyone. “Why did my Patronus change?” you asked. Hermione stepped forward a little, “Your Patronus can change due to either bereavement, profound shifts in a person’s character or-” Hermione stopped. Everyone was quiet and watching this all unfold. “Or what?” you asked, kind of scared. “…falling in love,”.

Your heart dropped at her statement. “F-Falling in love?” you shook and looked over to Fred. He was just as in shock as you were. “Falling in love,” Hermione assured. You knew you were in deep trouble now and so did Hermione. She ran over to you as you dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“What’s going on?” asked Fred. “Can’t you see?!” you yelled, “I’m in love with you and you don’t love me back! I’m screwed!”. You sobbed even harder as Hermione hugged you tighter. “Oh my gosh,” everyone gasped. “Y-You’re in love with me?” Fred asked. You just nodded your head and slightly opened your eyes. Fred had a small smile on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” Hermione snapped. “The fact that I-” Fred didn’t finish his sentence. He pulled you out of Hermione’s arms and kissed you. You were shocked at first but started kissing back too. A few seconds later, you both pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes.

“But the last time you pulled away, I-”, “When you kissed me, you put your hand on my hand and it hurt, like, bad. So, I pulled away. I really did want to kiss you back, it just hurt too much but when I tried to talk to you you ran away crying, it broke my heart, to be honest,” Fred chuckled and hugged you tighter when he saw your tears coming back from his statement.

“I’m sor-sorry,” you choked out, “Hey, hey, hey, shhh,” he soothed you until you stopped crying, “you have nothing to be sorry about”. You two looked in each other’s eyes and started to lean in. But right before you could kiss the lights went dark and the room started to shake.

You and Fred both broke from each other’s gaze and looked around at everyone. You all were looking around frantically, all of you scared and confused. Within seconds the glass on the wall where the door to the room of requirement was shattered, throwing glass in every direction. Everyone ducked and Fred covered your body from getting cut by towering over you.

After the glass had all fallen, you and Fred both stood up, watching Colin walk up to a small hole in the wall. He looked through and his eyes widened. You only heard a lady’s voice say, “I’ll make short work of this” and then a small pause “Bombarda Maxima,”.

The wall blew out and everyone inside the room walked to the now bigger hole in the wall. There stood Umbridge, some Slytherins, and Mr. Filch. Draco then pulled Cho into view and you felt your heart sting. She and you were good friends. “How could she do this?” you thought.

“Get them,” Umbridge spat, making your eyes go wide. Everyone in the room started to scramble in different directions, gradually getting caught by the Slytherins. Cho just stood there, not helping one bit.

You then saw Goyle in front of you, ready to grab you but a tall body quickly stood in front of you. You looked up to see Fred, “Don’t even think about it, Goyle,” he spat and pushed you farther behind him.

Someone then grabbed you from behind, yanking you from him. “Fred!” you yelped and turned your head to see Mr. Filch. You tried to get out of his grasp and Fred, who has noticed your absence from behind him, was trying to free you as well.

“Let go of her!” Fred yelled before Goyle yanked him back. Although Fred had tried to get loose, it was no hope, Goyle wasn’t letting go. After a few seconds of everyone resisting and trying to get out of the grip of Umbridge’s posse, you all were caught and Umbridge had one of the most terrifying smiles you have ever seen on her face.

She looked like a full-blown psychopath. “Detention,” she said quietly, “all of you!”. You flinched at her scream and looked at Fred with fear in your eyes. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered to you before you were yanked by Mr. Filch. He had a rather firm grip on your arm, hurting you a lot.

“Stop Mr. Filch!” Hermione, who was being held by another one of the Slytherins, yelled, “You’re hurting her!”. Mr. Filch just growled and made his grip tighter. You looked at Fred and Hermione with tears in your eyes and then looked down at the ground.

You were all basically thrown in your chairs once you got to detention. “You will be doing lines for 4 hours!” Umbridge screamed. “But it’s nearly quarter till midnight!” Hermione exclaimed. “SILENCE!” Umbridge screamed, “LINES UNTIL BREAKFAST, TOMORROW MORNING!”. You looked at her with a shocked expression, everyone else doing the same. 9 hours of cruel punishment.

You started to silently cry when you realized how bad your punishment was and how much trouble you were in. Umbridge then composed herself a little and put back on a smile, “‘I must not break rules’ is what you all will be writing,”.

Everyone started writing their lines and groans were heard across the whole room. You watched as the words were being carved into your hands, “Why did I ever agree to do this?” you whispered to yourself and kept writing. You kept your head down nearly the whole time, trying to hide the fact that you were crying from Umbridge.

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About 4 hours in, your hand was nearly numb and you were exhausted. Every time your eyes fluttered closed for some shut-eye Umbridge would tap your desk with her wand, waking you up.

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Another hour passed and you felt hopeless. You were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally.

Your eyes started fluttering shut once again and yet another tap was made on your desk. You groaned and looked up, finally for the first time in 5 hours. You looked around and everyone looked disheveled.

Ron’s eyes were blood-shot, Hermione’s hair was a mess, George looked like he was about to kill somebody with the way his eyes were drooping, and Fred, well, Fred still looked perfect to you. It broke your heart to see him wince when he wrote another line.

Your lip started to quiver again and that’s when Fred just so happened to look back at you. His heart shattered at the sight of you. Your face was stained with tears, lips swollen, hair a mess, dark circles were under your eyes. You looked so… broken.

Fred looked up at Umbridge who was near you and gave her a death glare. But, he couldn’t do anything. She would give everyone a worse punishment if he were to do anything and he couldn’t do that to everyone, his brother, you.

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Finally, after 9 hours of torture, it was over. “I assume you’ve all learned your lesson?” Umbridge said. Some nodded their heads and some looked so dead that they didn’t even give a response. She giggled, “Okay, now off to breakfast you go,”. You all stood up from your chairs and walked out of the room.

A few kids looked at you guys terrified, for you looked like monsters. Others snickered, especially Draco and his goons who had gotten a full night’s sleep and waited for you outside of the room.

“How was detention?” Draco asked you all. Everyone just gave him a glare and kept walking. Fred soon walked next to you and pulled you close to him. “Are you okay?” he whispered, sounding exhausted. “Yeah,” you simply said, not having enough energy to give a full response.

“Couldn’t protect your girlfriend last night, huh Weasley?!” Draco yelled over to you two. Fred stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Fred,” you whispered as you saw his fist clench. The sleep-deprivation must have caused him to have anger issues because he never acts like this. “Fred!” you exclaimed as he ran over to Draco and grabbed him by the collar.

“You shut up!” Fred screamed, “If you say another word about me or Y/n, you’ll regret it!”. Draco was shaking in fear and dropped to the ground when Fred let go. Fred just gave him one last glare before walking over to you, putting a hand on your waist, and pulling you away from the scene.

“Thank you, Fred,” you thanked him and snuggled into his side, “I’m sorry Y/n. I love you so much, just know that I will do anything in my power to make Umbridge pay for what she did to you. George and I will make it rain hell on her, I promise. I’m going to protect you with all I’ve got, I’ll be your human Patronus”.

You looked up at him and giggled slightly at his joke, “I love you too, my Patronus” you said and kissed his cheek.

“Anyone will do anything for true love, I suppose. They’ll let their heart be broken, they’ll risk themselves, but most of all, they’ll protect you with their life. Which is what your daddy promised himself that he’ll do for me for the rest of his life,” you told your children, who were sitting with you on the couch by the fire.

“Wow, you really must’ve loved daddy. You’re Patronus changed for him before you two even got together,” your oldest daughter, Elena, said. “Yep, I sure did,” you sighed and rubbed your two other children’s foreheads, “now come on Elena, Naomi and Minerva have fallen asleep,” you whispered to her and picked up the 5-year-old, Naomi, and 7-year-old, Minerva, while your 10-year-old followed behind.

The two of you walked to the two younger girls’ rooms and laid them down in bed. You then walked Elena to her room and tucked her in, kissing her goodnight.

You sighed and walked out of their rooms and to the kitchen. As you were cleaning up for the day, a voice boomed in your ear, startling you.

“Fred!” you yelped and hit his chest. “Hi love,” he whispered and kissed you, grabbing your wedding ring and fiddling with it. After you pulled away, you turned back around to keep cleaning up. “You should come and get some sleep, love,” Fred yawned and placed his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

“I know, I know, just give me a few minutes,” you told him. “Love, come on, you’ve been up since dawn,” he told you and pulled you from the kitchen. “Fred, there are still dishes,” you whined, but Fred didn’t say anything. He laid you down on your shared bed and got in on the other side, pulling you into his embrace.

“I love you,” Fred whispered, “I just can’t see you tired anymore, not after all those years ago,”. “Fred, that was 13 years ago,” you giggled, “Umbridge can’t hurt me anymore,”. “I know, but still. I promised to protect you and that was the one time I didn’t. There was so much I could’ve done, but I didn’t and you got hurt and I just can’t forgive myself-” you cut him off with a kiss.

“You might not have protected me that time, but you protected me before that,” you told him and looked in his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asked, “Those were dark times and you, my love, brightened them. I felt so hopeless that year and you saved me from doing something horrible,”. “What did I save you from doing exactly?” Fred asked and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“That day when my Patronus turned into yours, I was so heartbroken and sad that life didn’t have meaning anymore. I had planned that after lessons that day, I was going to pitch myself off of the astronomy tower and just end it all. But when you told me you loved me back, it all changed. I didn’t want to die anymore, my life had meaning and I wanted to live for the first time in months,” you whispered, tearing up at the end.

Fred pulled you tighter into his embrace and kissed your forehead. “I’m glad I saved you that day because I don’t know what I would’ve done with you gone,” Fred said. “You would’ve lived your life to become the handsome young chap that you are,” you giggled.

“No, Y/n, I probably wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. We wouldn’t have our little girls,” Fred was now tearing up too, “and I wouldn’t be married to the love of my life,”. You both looked in each other’s eyes and started sobbing.

“I promise to love you and the girls forever and ever and I will protect all of you with my life,” Fred told you. “And I promise to do the same,” you whispered. And with that, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Falling in love can be painful sometimes, hell, it can be excruciatingly painful. But in the end, it’s always worth it because true love is one of the most powerful things in the world. It’s the true protection.

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Some angst with Steddie fluff.

TW use of homophobic slurs

When Steve was 13, he realized that he may be into other boys. Sure, he thought plenty of girls in his 7th grade class were pretty, but he couldn't help that he also thought some of the boys were pretty, and he may even have a crush on one, namely Tommy.

Tommy had been his best friend for years, it made sense. Their dads were business associates and they were often stuck going to the same stuffy events. They just ended up spending a lot of time together.

The summer between 7th and 8th grade, they spent nearly everyday together, playing basketball, running around town, and just trying to past the time on those long hot days. One day in particular stands out in Steve’s mind. They were sitting by Steve's pool, drying off in the sun. Even at that age, Steve's parents began leaving him home alone, gone for days at a time, not even bothering with a nanny anymore. Needless to say, they were there by themselves.

He doesn't remember how exactly the topic came up, but he does remember asking Tommy. "Hey, do you think it's like possible to like boys and girls?" He was trying gage his reaction, playing dumb.

Tommy looks confused, but not...angry. "Yea, I mean, I guess. Why?"

Steve hesitates, still nervous but reminds himself that Tommy is his best friend. "I don’t know. I mean, like I kissed Tina R. last year at the Snowball and that was great. But I've been thinking about kissing boys too." He quickly looks away, afraid to meet the other boy's face.

After what seems like an eternity, Tommy responds, "That makes sense, I guess. I thought about kissing a boy before, you know..." He pauses, "Just to see how it feels."

Steve risks eye contact. "Really?"

"Uh, yeah." Tommy fidgets nervously.

A burst of bravery comes over Steve as he scoots a little closer to his friend. "Do you want to, um, maybe try it then?" Steve holds his breath once the words leave his mouth, bravery leaving him.

But Tommy nods and starts leaning in, and before Steve knew what was happening, his lips were against Tommy's. The kiss was chaste and awkward, but Steve loved it. When they pull apart, he can't help but smile.

Tommy, though, suddenly stands up, panic covering his face. "I gotta go."

"Wait...please..." Steve tries but Tommy is already running out of his backyard, leaving Steve alone.

After that, they don't talk about it. Steve tried once, only for Tommy to say "Look man, I'm not some faggot. I'm sorry you came onto me, but I'm just not like you. And if I were you, I would keep this whole thing to yourself. Try being normal. Wouldn't want your old man finding out."

And that feels like a knife in Steve’s chest, he knows what he saw, he knows Tommy wanted to kiss him too. But he just nods, never mentioning it again.

Tommy starts dating Carol the following year, and Steve takes his advice. He tries being "normal." He becomes the stereotypical high school popular boy, good with the girls, and no one knew his secret.

Even today he keeps his secret from all but Robin. He had a word for it now, bisexual, but that doesn't mean he goes out announcing it. He liked guys and girls, though is crush on Tommy had long since disappeared. But he does like someone new, Eddie.

He'd first realized he liked Eddie after they had saved the world together. He still remembers the terrified feeling in his chest as he ran with Eddie’s body out of the Upside-Down, praying to whoever might be listening to save him. And he made it, and Steve couldn't be more thankful.

Now, Eddie has become a permanent fixture in his life, often hanging out with the larger group. Sometimes, they even hang out alone. Steve likes those times a lot. Eddie makes him feel comfortable, like he can be himself, well for the most part. He still isn’t ready to tell him he is bisexual, and he definitely is not ready for the heartbreak of telling he likes him. He isn’t even sure Eddie likes guys, let alone him.

Tonight, is one of those times where they are alone. It is a few days before Thanksgiving. Steve and Eddie are at the only diner left in town, grabbing a bite to eat before going to a movie. Everyone else was busy. Steve doesn’t know when they started doing it, but when it is the two of them, they find themselves squeezed together on the same side of the booth. Eddie insists it’s so Steve can hear him better. Steve won’t admit it, but the various head injuries have started to affect his hearing, and Eddie seemed to be the only one who noticed. Steve just likes being close to Eddie. Their heads were close together, laughing over something Steve said.

“Steve.” A voice behind them calls out, its Tommy. He must be back in town for the holiday, home from college. Steve instinctively grates his teeth as he walks up, arm wrapped around Carol’s waist. “How’s it been, man?”

“What do you want, Tommy?” Steve says, not hiding his annoyance. It’s not like they hung out sense that fight in the parking lot, only talking to Steve to fuck with him.

“We’re adults now, can’t we just put that stuff in the past and catch up?” He puts on a condescending smile before scooting into the booth across from them, Carol following behind. She quietly adds “Hi, Steve.”

Steve only glares at him, ignoring Carol. Before he can say anything, Tommy gets a look at who is sitting beside him. “Eddie Munson?”

Eddie not phased, just gives a cocky grin “In the flesh…”

“Wow, how the mighty have fallen.” He laughs towards Steve. “I had to see if the rumors were true, some of the guys told me you were hanging out with the town freak, and I guess you were.”

Steve sees anger flash in front of his eyes, pissed off that Tommy thinks he can come in here and just treat his friends like that. He doesn’t even give Eddie the chance to defend himself. “You better watch your fucking mouth.” His voice in angry, a shakiness to it like he is about to lose control.

“Or what? You going to fight me? You didn’t last time, and I doubt you can now. All I am doing is telling the truth. He’s a freak.” He smirks. Steve balls his fists at his side.

He is about to stand up, ready to make his way across the table and kick Tommy’s ass, when he feels a hand on his thigh. Eddie softly says “It’s okay, Stevie. Let’s just get out of here.” Steve takes a deep breath, before nodding, beginning to walk away when Tommy opens his mouth again.

“Listen to your boyfriend, Stevie!” Tommy mocks as they are halfway to the door. “I’m glad you found yourself another faggot to hang out with!” The restaurant is quiet now staring between the boys now. Steve is so focused on Tommy, he does not even notice the panic look in Eddie’s eyes when Tommy said those words.

Suddenly the conversation from years before plays in Steve’s head, and he feels stupid for ever liking the other man. He doesn’t know what comes over him but before he can think better of it, he looks Tommy in the face and says, “I may be a faggot but at least I’m not an asshole!” He raise his voice even louder, making sure everyone can hear him. “And just for the record, everyone, Tommy let the faggot kiss him.” Steve smiles, ready self-destruct and pull everyone down with him. Eddie stands behind him mouth ajar, not sure what to say or do.

Tommy is fuming, and before anyone registers what is happening, he lunges at Steve, knocking him the floor and landing punch after punch to his face. Steve was unable to react in time, knowing he’s not the best fighter. He does get a good few punches in, landing one that cracks the bone in Tommy’s nose. In the background he can hear Carol screaming stop, and it isn’t until Eddie knocks Tommy off of him that he is able to get up. He walks out of diner, bloodied face, without a word. Eddie follows close behind. In the distance they can hear police sirens.

They get to Steve’s car, where much to Eddie’s surprise he gets into the passenger seat. “I’m not feeling too good, Eds…” He says softly. “Can you please just get us out of here?”

Eddie nods, taking the keys and driving them back to his trailer. Neither of them saying much, but Eddie periodically looking at Steve to make sure he is alright and still conscious.

It isn’t until they pull up to Eddie’s home that Steve says, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“What? Why?” Eddie is confused, he has nothing to apologize for.

“For Tommy… and for pulling you into all that bullshit. I don’t want to make things harder for you…you know since my grand announcement inside the restaurant. It’s a small town, I’m sure word will spread.” He laughs sadly to himself. “Steve Harrington, into dudes. I’m sure my dad is going to be happy with that one. What I am saying is I would get if it’s easier for you not to be seen with me.” It hurts to say, not wanting to lose Eddie, even as a friend but he would get it. He looks down.

“Steve, the last thing I want to do is stop hanging out with you. What you did in there, standing up to Tommy, was pretty metal. Even if you got your ass kicked.” He laughs, but his eyes are kind.

Steve hides his face in his hands “Ugh thanks for reminding me.” Steve says, embarrassed.

“That’s not the point I am trying to make. I just think it’s cool how you were able to be open, even if not the best circumstances.” He pauses. “I wish I could do that.”

Now it is Steve’s turn to look at Eddie confused. Even with the bloody nose and black eye, Eddie still thinks he is the prettiest person he knows. “What do you mean? You are one of the most unapologetically you person I know, Eddie. You don’t have all that fake bullshit everyone else has. You’re just you….and I love that about you.” He voice shifts, sounding shyer.

“Being a freak is easy.” Eddie jokes, Steve cringes at the word that he himself used to describe Eddie months earlier. “But um, I’m not ready to come out…like you did. When Tommy called us…you know, I just assumed he was only calling you that because you were hanging out with me. To be honest, I was terrified that someone saw through me, knew I was one.”

Steve is not used to the lack of confidence in Eddie’s voice. He tries not think about what this confession could mean for them, tries not to get his hopes up, focuses on helping Eddie instead. “You don’t owe anyone in this town shit. Eds, if you aren’t ready to have a pride parade in the middle Hawkins, that’s fine. You could find a boyfriend, get married and live happily ever after and it still wouldn’t be anyone’s business if you don’t want it to be. It can be our secret.” Steve puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Thanks, sweetheart…” Suddenly Eddie’s face is bright red, realizing what he just said. He calls Steve little nicknames all the time, but never in serious moments, and never so sincerely. Eddie expects him to freak out. Sure, Steve just said he liked guys, but that doesn’t mean he like him.

But Steve smiles, moving his hand from Eddie’s shoulder to the small of his neck, shifting in his seat so he is staring into Eddie’s eyes. “Can…can you call me that again?”

Eddie can’t believe this is happening, but he goes with it. “Sweetheart…” he puts his hand on Steve’s thigh, leaning closer. “Can…can I kiss you?”

And Steve gives him the prettiest smile he has ever seen, loving the way his nose scrunches when he smiles too big. Its adorable and Eddie has been hooked since the first time he saw it. Steve leans closer in response, resting his forehead against Eddie’s. Steve is inches away from his lips when he says “Only if you promise me you won’t run away from me after…” Steve doesn’t think he could handle someone…Eddie, changing his mind on him.”

“Oh princess, I could never.” Eddie says in breathy voice, desperate for Steve.

Steve’s face tinges pink at the sweet name, but he doesn’t hate it. Instead, he closes the gap between them, lips connecting with Eddie’s, his hands twist in the other man’s hair, the kiss is desperate and needy and everything Steve wanted.

When they break apart for air, Steve notices that he got some of his blood on Eddie’s face. “Oh god, Eds…I’m so sorry.”

Eddie just laughs before pulling Steve close. “Doesn’t bother me…” Before connecting their lips again.

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james potter x wife!reader

okay, what if we see little moments of the two of them raising harry all the way through his 7th year? like harry hosting sleepovers with ron and hermione and ginny and y/n and james being the best parents ever. and dropping harry off for the first time at platform 9 3/4. and girls coming into the picture. and idk, but you get it right?

♡ we deserve this life - j.p ♡

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pairing; james potter x wife!reader

category; fluff, tiniest bit of angst if you squint with reading glasses on

summary; your beautifully regular life with your husband years after the war

warnings/content; none

other; fem!reader, erasure of so much death and canon sadness cos no thanks, bi harry

the war was painfully long and sorrowful, and when you fell pregnant, you were terrified to bring a baby into such a warstricken world.

but when your son was only a year old, the terror ended with what you thought would become a sacrifice. ultimately, things shook out and voldermort was killed.

you and james got the happy years raising your son that you needed.

"this is the life we deserve angel, i promise." james had whispered on the night of your wedding.

philosopher's stone

"go on harry, run!" james nudged your son's shoulder, who gripped his trolley uncertaintly.

you ruffled his hair, "don't worry, dad'll go first."

your husband shifted awkwardly, "erm well, i haven't... in a while, you know... since our last year and..."

with a laugh and an eyeroll, you slipped through the barrier, harry and james appearing just after, confidence restored.

and as harry rushed away to converse and load his things onto the train, you watched him with bittersweet love.

when the train took off, chugging away, james squeezed an arm around your shoulder as you buried your face into him to hide your upset.

"he's gonna have fun! don't cry love."

you sniffled, "oh yeah, like you won't be bawling later."

chamber of secrets

well, have fun he did.

amongst hosting sleepovers with his newfound trio over the holidays, it had slipped his mind to mention he could speak parseltongue, or that the heir of slytherin was traversing the school with a murderous basilisk.

you clutched your heart with an open mouth as you read the letter from dumbledore, "basilisk?" you screeched.

meanwhile james enthusiastically encouraged your son with a howler.

"oh merlin is ginny alright?"

"so proud of you harry!"

"fawkes? oh gods-"

"how's quidditch going anyway?"

"hermione, petrified?"

"oh, and also-" james frowned, cutting himself off and turning to you, "did you just say hermione was petrified? how'd harry and ron get anything done?"

you laughed shakily, still in fear, "oh i'm sure she found a way to tell them anyway."

james noticed your unease, ended the howler and swept you up into a dramatic hug, spinning you round until your ribs hurt from laughter.

"jamie, put me down!" you gasped out through your giggling, which he finally did.

"we raised the coolest son in the world."

prisoner of azkaban

your heart dropped when you read the headlines - peter pettigrew escapes azkaban.

james and you shared a look of pain. for the first time, this was not your husband comforting you when you fretted over harry being so far from home. this was a real threat, maybe even more so terrifying for james.

"mum, dad? what are you reading?"

wordlessly, james leaned back onto the sofa and a ran a hand through his signature mop of hair.

harry moved forward, peering at it, "peter pettigrew? who's that?"

you let out a sigh. thirteen years without harry knowing wormtail as the man that had almost got you all killed had been a push. it was always going to come to this eventually.

you felt better knowing remus would be teaching at hogwarts this year, sirius moving to the castle with him.

still, that night you could do nothing for james but let him push his face into your neck and tighten your arms around him.

goblet of fire

when harry's name was pulled from that goblet, james surprised everyone by being fully and completely on your side, screaming in dumbledore's office with mcgonagall's backing, so loudly the owlery rustled every few minutes.

and when you finally accepted the situation, you were his most enthusiastic supporters, taking temporary residence up in hogsmeade and spending your weekends burning the 'potter stinks' badge.

"you can't beat up a child."

you scoffed, "james, i'm not going to beat him up. the malfoys weren't ever going to raise a nice kid, i don't blame him yet."

james hummed, nodding, "mhm, right, so why is your wand in your hand?"

you looked down at it with a sharp laugh, "this isn't beating him up."

order of the phoenix

admist the war, something you never wanted your son to experience, there was a tiny beacon of what you thought was hope.

harry's relationship problems - he did not consider them hope.

"so in short, i really like cho, but she's just broken up with cedric."

you hummed in thought, "i see. are you close with cedric, will it impact your friendship?"

harry groaned, thunking his head back onto the wall, "well, i really like him too. it's a classic bi crisis situation."

considering the triangle until it made both of your head's hurt, he threw his hands in the air, "alright, i'm putting this behind me and focusing on my o.w.ls, and throwing umbridge off a cliff."

james walked in at that moment and admonished him lightly, "c'mon harry, y'know your mum doesn't like you talking about teachers like that. even sniv- snape."

you snorted, "umbridge is a troll. actually, that's harsh... to trolls."

half blood prince

you and your husband were curled into balls on the sofa, laughing until tears burned on your face.

"half- oh merlin i can't!" you wheezed, coughing.

"prince! oh my, snivellous his royal highness!" james pushed his glasses aside as they grew misty from the condensation of his crying.

you gasped, "he called himself that. seriously."

harry mumbled, "actually, he still does."

and the laughter started all over again.

"also, i kissed ginny."

you bolted up, almost knocking heads with james, chanting at the same time, "knew it!"

deathly hallows

the battlefield was rough and shredded and covered in debris. many had been lost. other's changed for life by injuries. all traumatized by the destruction.

your son trembled in your arms for the first time in a year, exhausted and drained. for the most awful, wrenching, angry feeling in your life, you thought you'd lost him. dry screams had brought you to your knees. but he was here now. it was over.

"you're alright harry, you did so good, i'm so proud of you." you fought back your sob as your husband joined you sitting on the stairs.

families were embracing and mourning across the space, and in this moment, you had never appreciated your family so much.

you deserved this life.

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Ranking the Warriors of other Worlds Death Battles:

//Recently, I ran a poll asking everyone in the audience what their favourite Death Battle to come out of the Warriors of Other World's arc was, and I'm grateful to all those who voted.

//So before I get into the purpose of this poll, I wanted to quickly announce the results of said poll, and go over the community ranking of the series. These are the fights from least popular to most popular with their final percentage of the votes.

9th Place: Seiko Vs Lizard - 1.3% Tied 8th Place: Peko Vs RHM & Sakura Vs Jonathan - 2.7% Tied 7th Place: Akane Vs Chie & Narumi Vs Toga - 4% 6th Place: Komaru Vs Katie - 5.3% 5th Place: Mukuro Vs Kayano - 6.7% 4th Place: Mikan Vs Fluttershy - 9.3% TIED 3RD PLACE: Junko Vs Monika & Kaede Vs Sara - 12% 2ND PLACE: Makoto Vs Phoenix - 16% 1ST PLACE: Hajime Vs Deku - 24%

//With all that being said, while I do appreciate the feedback, I do have my own personal takes on the matchups and how they actually turned out in the end. So I imagine people actually wanted to hear my thoughts and opinions.

//This arc ended up being even more successful than I thought it would, and that makes be pretty chuffed. I was excited for this, and based on the feedback, everyone else seems to like it a fair bit as well.

//So yeah, I will probably be doing this again in the future. I won't, or rather can't, say when exactly, but if this is a concept people can get behind, then there's no reason to end it here.

//That being said, while this is definitely a new style that I'm not used to, I definitely did my best with the writing of this fight, and having my friends IRL help me with the analyses was great. But there are some battles that turned out greater than others.

//So I'm gonna be ranking them, because I know some people really wanted to hear my own personal reflections and feedback on this event, and I'm more than happy to provide it. Going into it though, these are the criteria that I will be judging the final products on, and things to keep in mind.

This will mainly be judged on quality of the analysis, how deep it goes, and how good quality the fight turns out in the end.

Considering we remain unbiased to each fighter, the verdict does not wholly matter.

A lot of this will be judged on the matchup itself, how strong the connections are, and whether or not I would want to see it happen in the actual series.

This is my own personal opinion.

//Alright, without further ado, let's get ready for a RANKIIIING!

#12: PEKO VS RHM

//I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, this FUCKING SUCKED.

//So after I went back to polish and edit the original script to post on Tumblr, this fight and analysis ended up improving my opinion of it, and I don't HATE it anymore, but it still doesn't save it from being the worst matchup in this event by a long shot.

//First and foremost, the reason Right Hand Man ever ended up on Peko's list of combatants was honestly originally done as a joke. We found some loose connections, and decided that he could be a potentially interesting combatant to analyze if he DID win the vote.

//Which we were so damn wrong about.

//But he was by far the character on Peko's list of combatants that we were not only the least excited to do a battle for, but also the one that we least expected to win. But we figured out pretty quickly that he was picked due to the Henry Stickmin games being the most widely popular and well known at the time compared to Peko's other matchups.

//When I first ran the poll for people to vote for who wins this fight, it actually made me laugh to see Peko win the audience vote by a country mile, because to be perfectly frank, not only does this fight have the least amount of serious connections between the two fighters, but it's also the MOST one sided fight in the whole series.

//Sure, Mikan Vs Fluttershy was similarly one-sided against Mikan, but even Mikan Vs Fluttershy still has the benefit of the two characters being fundamentally similar in a way that gives them opportunity to interact.

//These two don't have that excuse because they have some of the most bare-bones personalities in their respective series. RHM is a one-dimensional jackass who's rude and hates everything, and there's no layers to him; not even a real name or a backstory. And while Survivor Peko definitely has grown from her canon iteration, she's still fundamentally a stone-faced warrior with little screen time to help improve upon that.

//And what makes it worse is that with that in mind, an analysis would mainly pertain to the characters unique abilities instead of their personalities and stories. But in that regard, RHM has so much to cover, and by comparison Peko has...NOTHING.

//She just has a sword, and if this was a battle between herself and another sword-user like Afro Samurai, it wouldn't be as much of a problem to cover it, since Afro also has limited weaponry. RHM however, is a machine of destruction with so many tools in his arsenal

//You'll notice that this is the shortest DB in the series because there's so little to actually cover and no way to drag it out in a way that's interesting. The saving grace is that the fight turned out to be alright in the end, but there was no way in a million years Peko was ever going to win this, and that upsets me immensely.

//I don't hold it against the voters obviously, since we were the ones who put the damn stick figure on the list in the first place, but this was not the right call in the end, and I regret it.

#11: MAKOTO VS PHOENIX

//Haha jokes on you muppets, I put your second favorite second from the bottom!

//Why? Well, no reason really! I just...kinda got bored of it?

//This fight has far more connections than Number 12, but still, it didn't turn out to be the spectacle I'd hoped it would be. It turned out to be really hard to portray Phoenix and Makoto in a hostile setting where they're at each other's throats and trying to kill each other. Upon reflection, I think this fight turned out ok, but it still could have been leagues better.

//If actual DB ever decided to do this, I imagine they'd do it better, but also they wouldn't use Survivor Makoto, so I doubt he would really win.

//The analysis was fine, but again, this being the first chapter in the series, it's really supposed to set a boundary of quality more than anything, and every episode that comes after it, save for Peko Vs RHM, just turned out to be so much better. And keeping both of them within character while also making them try to murder each other was far more difficult than it should have been.

#10: SAKURA VS JONATHAN

//The best part about this fight was that I genuinely wasn't expecting Sakura to win going into it. And the fact that she was the first actual fighter who won her battle made a lot of people very happy. Aside from that, there's not much to say here.

//It's a very standard fist fight between two beefy people. and honestly, I feel that Jonathan, as much as I love JoJo, was among the opponents I DIDN'T really want to cover.

//And while I know I said I wasn't taking the verdict into account, part of me is not wholly sure our judgement on this one was correct, and we were worried about facing backlash, but fortunately, everyone seemed to agree with our reasoning in the end.

//But other than that, while there is style, there's little substance. Analyzing both these characters was fine, but not something I remember being that exciting. Similarly to Peko Vs RHM, Jonathan is capable of so much with Hamon, and Sakura is just a regular fighter who turns out to be super duper powerful, but describing her techniques was a bit of a chore.

//What was nice was explaining how the functionalities of breathing work in a fight. That was pretty fun.

//But yeah, while I don't dislike this matchup at all, I still feel like both characters have far better matchups that can happen instead of each other.

#9: KAEDE VS SARA

//Given that she's hands down my favorite character, I was super disappointed with how Kaede's episode turned out.

//Part of it was because we were fully prepared for Kotone to end up winning the poll, but right at the VERY LAST SECOND, Sara swept it out from under her. So we ended up abandoning our planned script and instead rewrote about half of it to make up for it.

//That, and I unfortunately did not time this release well. This fight dropped IMMEDIATELY after Kaede achieved her latest and greatest feat in Survivor, and it made it clear to everybody that she had this one in the bag. Of course, that chapter and this fight were all pre-planned, so I can assure you that it's not unfair or cheating, and Kaede would have won regardless of whether she had taken down Himiko's robot or not. Even still, I do realize just how cheap it might seem from an outside perspective, and I acknowledge this, but trust me when I say that this was little more than poor planning on my part.

//But weirdly enough, what I enjoyed so much about this part wasn't analyzing Kaede. It was analyzing SARA.

//Going into it, we all knew that Kaede was going to win, because she's insanely powerful in DR Survivor, and against Sara, we never thought she was ever going to stack up.

//But our expectations were rather subverted when we started doing the analysis for her. While we were right in that Sara didn't have what it took to beat Kaede, we were pleasantly surprised by how much she DID have going for her, and how squaring up to the Ultimate Pianist turned out not to be such a pipe dream.

//One other issue I have with this part of the series is how much both characters analyses focused on their STORIES more than their capabilities in a fight, but again, like Peko, Kaede's lineup of abilities is rather straightforward and simple, and there wasn't any need to discuss the functionalities of the hacking gun, since Komaru Vs Katie already went very deep into that, and repeating it immediately afterwards was pointless.

//And as someone who loves writing Kaede, it became very difficult to have her and Sara interact in a way that was interesting without breaking character for either of them. The final result and the way they were both portrayed wasn't exactly what I wished for, even if it was...acceptable. It was just very hard to imagine how a fight would start out between them, given that both are very logical and try to assess a situation before deciding to leap into battle, so we were forced to get a little OOC.

//But while it could have been better, what we ended up putting together was pretty fun in the end, so it gets a little higher than some of the previous matchups.

#8: AKANE VS CHIE

//The reason why this fight ends up in the lower half of the countdown is because a lot of the actual fight is just Akane and Chie smacking each other. Chie uses her spells sparingly and there's not much substance to their actual duel.

//But the thing is that it's perfectly in character for both of them, so it's not really a good idea to change that aspect.

//Akane is already a character who I wasn't looking forward to analyzing, since while I don't HATE her, I certainly don't like her as much as ANYONE else in her home game. And a lot of it, for both of them, was going to pertain to their abilities more than their personality and history, since Akane is very one-dimensional, and Chie is a very standard character as well.

//But this was the first fight where I really felt like we were making something special, and again, while I said the verdict does not ultimately affect my ranking, this one is an exception, since I was VERY surprised that Akane pulled out the win.

//I'm GLAD. But surprised.

//Especially given how much people were underestimating Akane prior to the release of the fight, it was fun to see people react to Akane actually beating a character who comes from a series full of infinitely powerful magic users, since I, and everyone else, really underestimated how ridiculous Danganronpa scaling could be.

//And this was the fight that I think got a lot of people hooked on the concept, so I'm grateful that we ended up doing it. If either of these characters ever got into DB, which is quite unlikely, this is a matchup I would really like to see.

#7: MIKAN VS FLUTTERSHY

//Say hello to the thing that made me a Brony.

//Yeah, I had a LOT of fun with this one. I already knew that My Little Pony's lore ran deeper than it really should, especially with the latest DB season running Bill Cipher VS Discord, and I had guessed in advance that Fluttershy would somehow end up taking this.

//The fight is incredibly one-sided, even though neither Fluttershy, nor Mikan are really "fighters" per se. Given the fact that Fluttershy has access to so much powerful magic, there wasn't any way that Mikan could contend with it.

//Even so, the reason why this ended up being a rich man's version of Peko Vs RHM is that Mikan not only has so many more gadgets to work with, but both these characters have interesting, cute and well-made personalities that clash with each other PERFECTLY.

//Of every fight in this arc, this one is the one I feel has the most interaction potential. And in my mind, that tea party absolutely happened when Mikan broke out of that stone.

//When this fight won the poll, I wasn't particularly happy at first, and I still think Medic would have made for a more interesting fight, but I ended up falling in love with this one more than I meant to, especially with how much I learned about My Little Pony, and how much fun I had explaining the lore and scaling of Fluttershy.

#6: MUKURO VS KAYANO

//I had this one a lot lower originally, but when I went back to edit it and reread it, I fell in love with this one all over again.

//Danganronpa and Assassination Classroom have always been fundamentally similar stories, and not just because Monokuma and Korosensei are in similar positions in both.

//This fight was less of an argument between who would win between Mukuro Ikusaba and Kaede Kayano, and more of an argument between Danganronpa and Assassination Classroom, and which one has the more crazy scaling. And it was a BLAST.

//This is one of the few examples in this arc where both fighters are fundamentally similar and formidable warriors, in a way that I felt was akin to Black Widow VS Widowmaker, which to this day, is still one of my top DB episodes.

//And originally, this fight was going to be similar to that Assassin V Assassin fight, but factoring in Mukuro's Battle Trance and Kayano's tentacles, this was going to get anime as fuck at some point, and it did, and I really enjoyed it.

//Mukuro losing kind of sucked, but it didn't affect my enjoyment.

//And while I fully expected Reze to win the poll, given Chainsaw Man's popularity, I think that this is genuinely Mukuro's best potential matchup if she ever became a canon Death Battle character. And you know what? I'd actually like to see it.

#5: NARUMI VS TOGA

//So this was the first fight where I actually thought to myself, "yep, this one is my favourite."

//And as mentioned in the episode itself, we had FAR MORE trouble analyzing this fight than we thought, and we honestly didn't know if Narumi had it in her to beat Toga. It was only after hours of deliberating and getting all our facts together that we decided on a verdict.

//Toga being able to survive explosions that happened INSIDE her body as a result of her fight against Curious was the biggest outlier for us, and we read over everything that both these girls had done before we decided our final victor. And it was a fun ride throughout.

//Especially because I never quite realized just how many connections there were between Narumi and Toga, not even the fact that they're both yandere's for the main protagonist of their series.

//But the fun part was seeing how their own unique styles of fighting, which are REMARKABLY different, stacked up against each other. This fight will never happen, since Narumi Osone was never an official DR character, but if Survivor was canon, I'd love to see it. I've thought of some matchups for Narumi since, but Toga still retains her crown as the one with the most connections.

//Some of the later episodes dethroned it, obviously, but it's still one of my favourites, kicking off the top 5.

#4: JUNKO VS MONIKA

//I was really really worried that this finale was going to suck, and I'm super glad that it didn't. It was by far the most difficult matchup to write because we wanted to make it a spectacle, but were struggling on ways to do that.

//What made it so difficult was the analysis portion, not the fight, and the reason for that is because this is a composite version of Junko, which means we have to go over EVERYTHING she has across the whole series. And given the fact that Junko pops up in basically EVERY ONE of the series iterations, that's a LOT. Monika, in contrast, does not have NEARLY that much, so a lot of her analysis, at least in the beginning, details her origin story, then breaks down her powers and what she can do with it.

//And learning about the actual lore of how DDLC came to be in-universe was super fun actually.

//This was also probably the most even fight in the series, barring one particular fight that we'll get to next, for obvious reasons. Even if the setup is a little convoluted, it's not hard to imagine that someone like Monika could exist in the world of DR Survivor, especially given that there's already a chunky handful of AI characters in the main cast. And in the case of her and AI Junko, when they are at their best, they can both manipulate space and time in the digital world they live in to such an extent that stats practically mean nothing. The real fight comes down to which one of them is the more parasitic AI, just like in canon episode, Ultron VS Sigma.

//And that's what I think really sold this one for me - the fight, and the way it turned out. Junko was smarter, stronger, and generally had so many legs up on Monika that makes it almost impossible to beat her normally, but she didn't have the advantage in the ONE deciding factor that dictated this fight.

//And I think there's something really ironic about that, especially considering that's typically how Junko's plans fall apart in Danganronpa. The only reason that anyone ever beats her despite being so cartoonishly powerful is simply by never giving up, and exploiting the one weakness she has. Something that Monika does professionally.

//So while I do prefer Junko Vs Springtrap as a concept that I would like to see, this one turned out to be way more fun than I thought it would, and I'm glad we did it.

#3: KOMARU VS KATIE

//There's really not much to say about this one, it's just a fun time. But that's what you should expect when you put the goofiest protag herself against the protag of the Mitchell's Vs the Machines.

//Katie's analysis is one of the best in this series, and one of the most fun I had writing. Komaru's isn't AS good, but I still think both were solid sequences detailing the characters and their stories, even if in Komaru's case, it had to be cut a little to go over the important origin points.

//But the very obvious reason why this fight and its conclusion ended up being so good was obviously because of the verdict, and what we broke down in the conclusion. In that from the feats we see of them, Komaru and Katie are fighters on a near equal level, to the point where it's hard to know for sure which one of them could win if they did fight. Thus, it ended up as a draw.

//And I think that's a really solid way to conclude this thing. Both are (originally) gun-wielding teenage girls fighting against a robot apocalypse, with their stories throughout the entire series putting a heavy emphasis on family, and the importance of it. In a way, that makes these two perfect opponents for one another, and the way this fight ended up portraying that in the end was pretty fun to watch.

//And the interaction potential as a result leaves very little to be desired. Their personalities clash perfectly, as do their goofy little quirks and interactions, and the fight itself was also fun, especially with how it takes them across the city scape and forcing both of them to get creative, something they both excel at.

//Like I said, there's not much to say here. This one was just super fun and I like how it turned out.

#2: SEIKO VS LIZARD

//So you know how only like, one person voted this one as their favorite one? Yeah, fuck the rest of you, lol.

//This battle gets my verdict for biggest surprise of the series. Because this one turned out amazing and I didn't believe it would.

//I might have mentioned this before, but originally, the 10th battle in the original lineup was going to be Kuripa, but he was swapped out for Seiko last minute. This is because Kuripa still has some more insane feats on the way in future arcs when he makes his grand return, and I wanted to save his fight for a potential future season lineup.

//Seiko was a GREAT substitute though, especially with her fight against Kanade in the main series coming shortly before this. And weirdly, from both the analysis, to each characters similarities and stories, to how an actual fight between them would go, all of it FUCKS HARD!

//One thing you might have noticed with the lineup of this arc is I really really REALLY wanted to avoid putting any Marvel characters in the polls. The simple reason being that Marvel and DC are so drastically fucking overdone in Death Battle, and I didn't think anyone would want to see it in this because I know I certainly wouldn't.

//This however, turned out to be a GREAT exception. If Lizard ever got into Death Battle, there's quite a few opponents he could go up against; Man-Bat being his biggest contender IMO, but Seiko, I think, is an underrated alternative.

//The big thing that sells this fight for me is that it somehow succeeds at being both a Brains Vs Brawn battle, AS WELL AS a feral monster battle. As mentioned in the post-analysis, Seiko's genius with medicine is so potent, it's not impossible that she could have fashioned a cure for Connors, especially since unlike him, her bestial form still retains some of her humanity. But not only was Connors just too insanely powerful compared to her, he actually had the means to COUNTER this weakness!

//Connors winning was pretty obvious, considering Marvel scaling gets insane, and he was several hundred times more powerful than Seiko, but even so, this fight didn't feel totally lame and one-sided, likely because even though they take different forms, both characters had strikingly similar abilities and feats.

//And one thing everybody knew going into this that I'm so glad we were able to deliver for this was this fight needed to be VISCIOUS. It's basically the epitome of two mutant monsters trying to tear each other to shreds, very much like Beast VS Goliath or Sabrewulf VS Jon Talbein, and the sewer system made for an appropriate and gritty setting.

//This was certainly the most pleasant surprise of the series, and had it not been for one little thing, this would have EASILY been my favourite fight.

//That one thing being...

#1: HAJIME VS DEKU

//I mean...COME ON! How could it NOT be!?

//This is my most wanted Death Battle of all time, and it seems to be the most wanted for the voting audience as well, since it won the poll in an ABSOLUTE LANDSLIDE!

//And unlike the other top spots on the community poll, this is the one that we all actually agree on.

//Not just because Hajime would hands down be the best Danganronpa character to premiere in Death Battle (besides maybe Junko), but personally, Deku VS Asta, Deku's canon episode, left a lot to be desired. It feels like the team were trying to ham up the fact that they were finally getting Deku in Death Battle, but then put him against a super mediocre opponent with surface level connections

//The way THESE TWO contrast though? It runs a LOT DEEPER than that.

//Hajime and Deku's stories are basically the exact same. The only difference is the story beats and the outcome, with Deku's story being that of a rising hero, and Hajime's being a fallen hero. And as a massive fan of both Danganronpa and My Hero Academia, it was my duty to make certain that this one turned out the best it could be.

//Which is the reason why this is so goddamn long. In an actual Death Battle episode, a lot of this important info would be reserved for the black boxes, but since we don't have those, we went over BASICALLY EVERYTHING. And what helped with it is that both characters have deep lore, interesting personalities, awesome powers, and everything we could possibly need to rant on for ages without seeming contrived or bored.

//Essentially, it's the complete reverse of Peko VS RHM, where both characters have abundant content and character, as opposed to basically no content or character. Aside from that, there are three big reasons why this is my favourite one of the lot.

//Exhibit A: Symbol of Hope.

//Up until this point, I have never brought up the music tracks for these battles, simply because, like early DB, a lot of them aren't original music composed for the specific matchups, being either a random video game music track, fan song, or a commissioned matchup track by Brandon Yates, and some of them work better than others (personally hated the Mikan Vs Fluttershy one, but I legit had no other option when it came to a gritty, despairing track that also featured chipper-ass MLP.

//Symbol of Hope is one of the commissioned Brandon Yates tracks that wasn't made for an actual DB episode, but it's one of his best tracks ever. If I have anything to be concerned about, the lyrics of Symbol of Hope contrast quite heavily to the theme of the actual battle we presented, where in the song, Hajime and Deku seem to be at odds with one another, fighting for the same reasons, but are against each other because of their different philosophies. I think this is pretty realistic though, and it doesn't take away from the fact that I still love the track. Plus, it's pretty long, which is good because this fight is also pretty long.

//Exhibit B: Character interactions and dynamic.

//Speaking of which, in this battle, Deku and Hajime's dynamic in this episode is mainly inspired by All Might VS Might Guy, Goku VS Superman 3 and Saitama VS Popeye; kind of a mesh between the three. Throughout most of their fight, Deku's main goal isn't just to win the fight, but it's also to show Hajime the respect he deserves, and give him a battle to remember. Hajime, who doesn't take Deku seriously at first, going along with it for the sake of appealing to this kid, eventually starts to break out into a joyous sweat when Deku raises the stakes and starts fighting him on an equal level; something that Hajime has never gotten in his life since becoming an Ultimate Hope, not even from the likes of Fujimori or Komaeda, other Ultimate Hope's.

//Having Deku's optimism break through Hajime's apathy, even though it costs him the fight, turned out to be a heartwarming, fun ending, and a great way to end the semi-final match.

//And exhibit C: their powers and abilities.

//Analyzing the full potential of One For All and the full potential of the Ultimate Hope was AMAZING, especially given how much we needed to consider for the verdict. As we mentioned, and we stand by this, it's likely that Deku at his full potential is actually physically stronger than Ultimate Hope Hajime, even though his strength is supposed to be the peak of humanity.

//But even if that is the case, there's still the powers themselves to consider, Ultimate Luck being a VERY big caveat to take into account, but the fight we ended up coming up with showed off basically all their abilities and powers without being too weirdly contrived, and I absolutely dig it.

//If there are any issues with this, it's that the setting can be a little confusing, that much I am aware of. Halfway through the fight, it's revealed that Hajime and Deku are fighting in the Neo World because their power threatens to create potential world destruction if they clash, but since all these fights are taking place in a simulation already, it left a few people confused about the situation and...yeah I didn't really think that through, I'm sorry about that one.

//But yeah, that doesn't take away from how much I enjoyed this one, and it's easily my top pick for this arc.

-Mod

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #death battle #warriors of other worlds arc #ranking

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funnefox · 1 year

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I wrote an entire mini fanfic in the comments of this one obscure Gorillaz video that I don't want to go to waste so I'm sharing it with you

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March 7th, 2006, approximately 10:00 AM British time. The windmill island, seen in the worldwide phenomenon that was the music video for "Feel Good Inc.", is attached to Kong Studios as out steps from it not its' owner Noodle, but her bandmate, Murdoc Niccals, cracking his back after hauling some boxes onto it.

"Alright, lass" Murdoc greeted what looked like an ant-sized Noodle from his perspective. "All your stuff's just about ready there. When this shoot ends you can go out into the world and do your own thing for a while." The shoot he was referring to was to be for the final single off of their band, Gorillaz', second album "Demon Days". Murdoc planned a whole action movie-like sequence where Noodle and her island would be gunned down by helicopters and blown up as commentary for the terrorists that have invaded the world since the Iraq war started. To Murdoc, it was a perfect end to a perfect album cycle. To the other members, however, this was seen as something that was gonna be gruesomely sad for all of them.

"I-i'm having second thoughts, Murdoc" Noodle spoke up, sniffling a little bit. "This video isn't good for me"

"Whadaya mean, Noodle?" Murdoc asked his asian partner "We all agreed on this, you know what you're getting into. Plus, this could mean a whole lot for you"

"I know" Noodle admitted "It's just... it's just..." Instead of finishing her thought, the 15-year old music master broke down in tears, crying on Murdoc's blue jeans. "I don't wanna do this. This could be a disaster and end our careers and..and..." She broke down again, leading to the other two members, 2-D and Russel, coming outside to see the commotion

"We started shooting yet? I've been setting up these walkie talkies all day" 2-D started, holding one of the devices in his hand. Russell saw Noodle in her position and piped up "Hey noodle, what's up?" Noodle looked at the 2 boys, still with tears running down her face, and promptly ran up and hugged both of them, commencing more waterworks. "Russel, 2-D. You don't understand how frightening this is."

"I know noodle, it's tough doing stuff like this" Russel said hugging back, surprisingly gentle for a guy his size "I had my fair share of episodes when I first lost Del"

2-D joined the hugging "me too, even during video shoots. When we were making 'Dirty Harry' I had so much heat stroke I could've cried for weeks"

"T-this is different though." Noodle interrupted while still keeping her hug's grip "Murdoc planned something that frightens me. I'm thinking about all these scenarios in my head. What if the island goes out of control? What if the helicopters land on top of me? What if I... die?"

"DIE?!" all 3 boys asked in unison, with Murdoc seeming the most loud. "Listen Noods,you know papa Murdoc always has your best interest in mind."

"That goes for all of us" Russel added "Y'know we always keep you happy in scenarios like this. Remember when you first joined and we got you the best room in Kong."

"Or when we got you a new pet after your dog went missing" 2-D continued.

"Or when we loved your demos so much. We turned it into an album." The typically egotistical Murdoc finished.

Noodle started to calm down a bit from those words "Y-you think this is just another one of those?" She asked

"Positive, lass" Murdoc answered "I would never kill anyone including you and excluding 2-D"

"Yeah, that's ri-wait, wot?" 2-D piped up as he realized what Murdoc said.

Noodle sniffled happily at that remark before simply stating "Arigato. That helps".

"You're not gonna miss us for too long anyway. We'll be giving cues for you on these walkie talkies" 2-D instructed

"Yeah, all you gotta do is listen to the three of us and the whole shoot will be over before you know it" Russel said in his street connotation

"You promise it'll be that simple?" Noodle asked.

"Promise" all 3 boys responded

"Noodle! Hurry up!" A voice belonging to director Jamie Hewlett screamed "the video was supposed to be shot yesterday"

Noodle, still a little nervous about the video despite the pep-talk, climbed onto her island using the rope that it was tied to.

"You won't forget about Mike while I'm out there, will you?" She asked before making it all the way on

"Will never be outta sight" Murdoc answered "I'll give him plenty of fluids"

"That's Shaun! Mike's her Monkey" Russel corrected

"Right, right, of course" Murdoc murmured, the alcohol from his box lifting starting to kick in

"See ya later, Noodle. Good luck in the video" 2-D happily waved.

"Sayonara for now, 2-D. Don't forget to talk" Noodle waved back as she fully stepped onto the island.

With that, Noodle went to the anchor mechanism at the back of the Windmill island and turned the crank on it. It was soon unleashed from its' shackles at Kong, floating off into the british sky. The last thing Noodle heard before she fully left the studio's vicinity was Murdoc's pet raven, Cortez, cawing at the island.

#Fanfiction #Gorillaz #Phase 2 Gorillaz #2-D Gorillaz #Murdoc Gorillaz #russell gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #El Manana #in my mind this is the last interaction Noodle has with any band member before she finds Russell at the end of the On Melancholy Hill video #Also lost some sleep over making this yesterday #Youtube

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gas-station-chai · 11 months

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Tony Vargas Vs the World

So @multi-lefaiye and I have been cultivating another AU. Mashed TFTGS with Scott Pilgrim VS the World and got this beautiful Jantonio-centered mess :3 (with Tony as Scott Pilgrim and Jack as Ramona Flowers)

First evil Ex: Karl Thomas:

Jack’s first ex is the one who’s super easy to defeat (like a mini-boss) so he doesn’t really matter. I’ll make him Jack’s first stalker from vol 2, Karl Thomas (the guy who had a shrine of jack and his missing socks and hair clippings in his trailer). Jack and he dated for like a week or two in middle school, but Jack interpreted “you’re my partner now!” for “let’s pair up on this project” and didn’t realize Karl’s intentions until the project was over and he kept hanging around him. Karl's still stalking him in this au too and Tony ‘defeats’ him easily in battle… with a gun (/hj)

Second evil Ex: Benji:

Next ex on the list is Benji! “Jack, what the hell! This guy’s huge!!” “What can I say? I like guys that are bigger than me.” “Everyone is bigger than you!” “Haha yeah” (Battle ideas: Hunting? Either each other or things in the forest. Or hunting each other in the forest)

Third "evil" Ex: Rosa Vasquez:

Third ex is Rosa <8 “Hi, Jack!” Rosa waves excitedly at Jack, who waves back with a friendly smile. Tony: “Oh, what? She doesn’t seem so bad, why’s she on your ‘evil ex’ list?” Jack: “Yeah, Rosa’s not so bad. We still hang out once in a while! The weird, Dark God possessing her, on the other hand…” Tony: “The wha--” Tony’s interrupted by the giant tree root hand that snatches him up and drags him into a fight with the now possessed!Rosa

Fourth and Fifth evil Exs: Brick Roscoe x2 (Xavier’s idea <8)

Jack dated one of the brick roscoes for a few months, probably shortly before Jack left for college. He never actually found out that there were two of them and that they were identical twins until much later, because neither of them ever said anything. basically they both just kinda gaslighted jack for a while and each dated him while he thought he only had one boyfriend. he broke things off with both of them when he found out (which happened when the bricks messed up and forgot to coordinate their schedules so they'd never both be in the room with jack at the same time. offering him a threesome did not make him feel better about the whole thing.) In terms of the battle, I think playing up the identical twin thing would be fun. probably a bit predictable, but y'know.

Tony: oh god which one do i fucking shoot Jack: SHOOT THEM BOTH

i think a fun tie-in with this would be like. early in jack and Tony's relationship, Jack asks him if he has a twin, and Tony says no, and Jack says "oh thank god."

Tony: Why'd you ask?? Jack: Uh. don't worry about it.

Sixth evil Ex: Jerry Pascal

6th ex is Jerry :D They dated in college and Jack really liked him until he started getting interested in this new cult that started warping his mind. Jack had to break things off when Jerry wouldn’t stop insisting on him joining so they could “put a stop to all the world’s suffering together,” whatever that meant. (battle idea: battle of wits? Tony thinks it’ll be a piece of cake because this guy acts dumber than a rock. Ends up getting his ass kicked kahoot style)

Seventh evil Ex: Spencer (Fucking) Middleton

7th evil ex is the one and only Spencer Middleton! Jack’s most recent (and most evil) ex of them all. Jack won’t even talk about why they broke up, so Tony assumes it’s really bad. He does tell him that it was his most recent breakup, though, and they’d been dating for a few years after meeting at one of his part time jobs. Spencer's probably the one who orchestrated the whole "League of Evil Exes" thing just to piss off Jack and make his (dating) life a living hell. (Battle idea: fistfight!!!)

feel free (please do) drop suggestions for how jack met/broke up with other exes (or any other trivia you'd wanna add)

#That's all we got so far #Probably gonna add this one to the AU list #chai guy rambles #chai writes stuff #chai guy can't finish his prompts for shit #tftgs #tftgs jack #tftgs tony #jantonio #fuck it im not tagging all of them #xavier my beloved friend #yeah thats right he gets his own tag bc ilh #also if you can't tell. i'm losing my mind #VS the World AU #tftgs au

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ive been on a light novel kick recently

lemme summarize some thoughts on them:

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! 1-4: i thought it would be a standard "hypercompetent female lead in medieval europe" story and it was for the most part, in terms of convenient contrivances to make whatever whimsical actions that Rishe takes, but i appreciated the set dressing, at least. Rishe is funny and the repeated time loops makes for an entertaining premise.

The 100th Time's The Charm: She Was Executed 99 Times, So How Did She Unlock "Super Love" Mode?!: god this sucked. this honestly felt like reading a novel published by an 8 year old. so fuckin juvenile

A Lily Blooms in Another World: sometimes all you need is some simply girls who love each other.

The Apothecary Witch Turned Divorce Agent: interesting world with just enough worldbuilding, i liked that it didn't get explicitly romantic at the end, and I really enjoyed Carla's brazen attitude. Either she fit really well into the world around her, or the world was written to support her character, but either way, she felt like a complete product of her world and upbringing in a way that was really refreshing.

Did I Seriously Just Get Reincarnated as my Gag Character?! 1-2: there sure was a whole lot of talk about how much her character absolutely sucked despite being the most powerful being to the point of absurdity. i know the point is the contrast between game mechanics and expectation vs how she would be as a function of the world, but man that point was harped on a lot. as a protagonist, gotta say, trans as hell, that won a lot of points with me. "oh i'm suddenly my off-main RP character now? guess i'm a girl now, full-on. hell yeah" now that's the true trans rep we need

The Drab Princess, the Black Cat, and the Satisfying Break-up 1-2: it was alright, i feel like i would've been more invested if everyone wasn't secretly in love with her though i suppose it is an interesting subversion of the usual "plain boring princess" trope that everyone is actually super on-board for her to become queen. she's a deeply tragic heroine, honestly, and i don't think that's the intention at all.

Saint? No! I'm Just a Passing Beast Tamer 1: if this was a oneshot i'd be chill with it but the fact that it carries on somehow makes me feel so tired.

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss But I'm Not the Demon Lord: i read the manga first and this was just more of the same. it's cute, i like Yumiella as a protagonist for the same reasons i like Carla from Apothecary Witch. i wish we had a bit more on Alicia's whole deal because she could've been interesting at the end there but instead she just made the whole thing boring as fuck. probably my favorite moments in the novel were Yumiella grinding the boss for drops and the Patrick confession scene for two different reasons

The Alchemist Who Survived Now Dreams of a Quiet City Life 1-3: i had access to 6 volumes but i had to stop in the middle of the 3rd one. i was displeased but willing to continue in the first novel when one of Mariela's first actions as a protagonist is to engage with the slavery thing, but willing to put that aside, but then we had several monologues about how much slavery sucks alongside diatribes about how it's Jay's/Sieg's/etc's own fault that they got sold into debt slavery. the chapters in the 2nd and 3rd novels where Jay is there being absolutely fucking miserable and you're expected to nod whenever the book says "Jay didn’t reflect on his own part in this at all, spewing resentment instead." made me fucking incensed. my breaking point was in novel 3 where a minor protagonist just straight fucking rips one of his teeth out after strangling him and replaces it with a Pain Tooth of Make Your Slaves Obey More, and it's immediately followed with that above line. just. jesus fucking christ.

The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick Up Trash 1-4: hey speaking of slavery, in this one they spent 2 novels telling the main character she should buy a slave, and then she gets there and is like "man this is kinda fucked actually" and doesn't, so good for her, but i read it immediately after Alchemist Who Survived so i was a little pissed at the fact that slavery was also a thing here because please that's not a system that is necessary to your world stop fucking doing it

ROLL OVER AND DIE: I Will Fight for an Ordinary Life with My Love and Cursed Sword 1-4: anyway not to continue talking about slavery but if you're gonna have it, do it like this one did, and make your main protagonist claw her bloody way out of slavery with incredible brutality and swear that she'll kill more slave traders if they lay a hand on her girlfriend. that part was great. shame it gets mega fucking transphobic at the end though, that whole bit about Mother being explicitly textually transgender and then not using the correct pronouns for her, the genitals = sex = gender segments, the gross parts where they discuss how Mother "isn't even a woman, yeah that tripped me up too, how gross is this dude". fuck that. the fight scenes and fucked up body horror parts are great though. and it's got a manga by minakata sunao, which is a shame given [gestures at novel 4]

She Professed Herself Pupil of the Wise Man 1-8: honestly i enjoyed it more than i was expecting. mira's cute, this is another one of those trans-as-hell novels where the protag is like "i guess im a girl now! this is great!" but i do find it incredibly unsettling how everyone is commenting on her looks and whatever if she's supposed to be, essentially, a 12 year old girl. deeply gross anime bullshit aside, it's fun. i thought i had more thoughts on this one so i was saving it for later in this list but honestly thats all i got. gross sexualization/infantilization of a young girl, but otherwise just a fun little fantasy jaunt

A Tale of the Secret Saint 1-4: fia's an idiot, i want more of her taking control in battle situations and less waffling about Great Saint abilities and fake-deep "political" """intrigue""". if you say any of these stupid-ass old men are her love interests i will throw a knife at you, and if the book goes in that direction even slightly i will Murder. canopus's devotion in the last novel was borderline for me dropping it. the manic obsession/devotion to fia is supposed to be humorous, i think, but it just comes off as deeply unsettling when the novel reminds you, as it often does, that fia ruud is a 15 year old (reincarnation of an incredibly sheltered woman who died at 18, so honestly even her mental age doesn't add much here). i know this is one of those chill life fantasy novels but i honestly want fia to serve actual consequences for the insane shit she does, not just passing-by mentions of having to do more laps or take training more seriously or being teased by her superiors or whatever. it's fun enough to keep reading though, i guess.

#light novels #im not gonna tag all of these individually #thats too much of a pain in the ass #spoiler warning for any of the novels i mentioned here

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Our Time To Bloom

Chapter 5: So, fare thee well

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Summary: Two months after the war, the couple is more distant than ever. Kate accompanies her grandfather on a trip to Ireland, where her past and present will collide in unexpected ways. Charlie stays in Romania with a decision to make: will he follow her and uncover all unsaid things? Romance/Drama /Mystery

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kate Williams (hphm mc, original female character) established relationship

A/N A bit of a filler chapter. With the master’s ending and the possible new job and everything, it’s been impossible for me to post.

7th, July, 1998

The days that followed Bernard’s letter were excruciatingly monotonous and silent. Kate was confined most of the time to her study, reading about anatomy and spells, trying to find a definitive solution to Charlie’s knee. He, on the other hand, was busy with the newborn dragons, and starting the program of reintegration into their habitat, always with a question burning in his throat regarding the letter from the ministry that he found hidden between the pages of a magazine.

The day of her departure, he found himself leaning against the doorframe of his room, waiting for Kate to close her backpack and the suitcase she had decided to take with her. He thought that perhaps with a smaller one and a charm extension she would be more comfortable, but he didn’t comment on that.

“Ready?” he said as she adjusted the backpack on her shoulders. Despite how little he wanted to see her go once more, he offered her a half smile as he saw her brown eyes sparkle with emotion. It had been a long time since he’d seen her so excited.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said in a low voice.

Charlie reached over to grab the suitcase and held out a hand. Kate interlaced her fingers with his, which immediately calmed his nerves. He watched as she tilted her head curious as to why they hadn’t shown up in Bucharest.

Kate felt Charlie squeeze her hand, stroking her skin with his thumb, and looked up into his eyes. He was worried, she could tell, there was no need for legilimency. The reason for it escaped her.

She reciprocated the caress, trying to make the expression of pure sadness she suddenly saw on his face disappear.

“Let’s go,” he murmured. Kate nodded and braced herself.

As usual, as she crossed the gap between locations, her stomach flipped. The nauseous sensation lasted for an instant, exactly until her feet made contact with the floor of a shadowy alley. She glued her back to the stone and closed her eyes without letting go of Charlie’s hand. For several deep breaths, she concentrated only on the sensation of Charlie’s thumb caressing the thin skin on the back of her hand.

Opening her eyes, she met his, a shadowed expression on his face. Slowly, a wrinkle appeared between his brows.

“It’s been a long time since it affected you like this,” He commented quietly. Dropping her luggage to the floor, he brought his hand up to her cheek. Kate dropped some of the weight of her head on it for a moment. “It’s never made you this pale.”

“Out of practice.” She averted her gaze to the alley entrance, glimpsing part of the columns that built the Bucharest train station. Her chest shrunk for a moment.

“Yes. Let’s go.” Charlie released her face so he could carry the suitcase, making them both miss the warmth of the contact almost instantly. Kate gave his hand a squeeze, preventing him from releasing it as well, and together they stepped out of the shadows.

Bucharest’s North Station awaited them on the other side of the broad Avenue they were crossing. The imposing building of stone columns and huge doors hid behind its walls the departure point for multiple shuttles to all parts of the world, sharing space and time with the Muggle train station.

Without letting go of their hands for a moment, they crossed the veil that separated the two worlds and entered a wide gallery of red and black beams. The place was ablaze with energy; groups of people were coming and going, eager to get to their destination or excited to be back.

Charlie gave a gentle tug and pulled her closer to him as he saw that no one had any qualms about bumping into them as they passed.

Stay close.

He glanced at her, surprised again at the lack of response and, judging by Kate’s concentrated expression as she searched for the meeting point, the message hadn’t even arrived.

He saw her point towards a spot near the magical platform in the distance, where a sign hung that simply read ‘Portkeys’ next to the symbol for magical transportation. Shoulder to shoulder, they made their way, dodging as best they could the amount of people around them.

“You take care of yourself, okay?” said Charlie once near the inspector, pulling her suitcase closer to him, “Let me know when you get there.”

Kate felt like her chest was going to burst. She was making a great effort to hold Charlie’s sad look without breaking down. She just nodded.

“Last chance,” she offered him a small smile, “Never mind your luggage, we’ll buy you clothes there.”

The redhead let out a laugh, his brown eyes turning glassy with each passing second. He grabbed her face with both hands, gently, a gesture asking her to please not pull away. Kate let herself be done when she felt his lips on hers, soft, unhurried.

It had been so long since they had kissed like that, slowly, simply enjoying each other. Nothing like the hurried, dusty and sweaty one in the middle of a ruined castle, death at their backs, not knowing if they would see each other again afterwards.

And yet, even though he was taking his time, even though she was letting herself be carried away by his caresses, even though she was tangling her fingers in his red curls drawing him closer to her, even though she let out a sigh when his tongue brushed her lower lip, that kiss tasted like goodbye.

Again.

With one last chaste kiss, they stopped their love show when they heard the last call for the portkey. Forehead to forehead and nose to nose they shared a rueful smile for a moment until they parted completely. Kate saw Charlie’s expression change almost imperceptibly, even if she couldn’t do legilimency, she knew he wanted to tell her something.

“What?” she murmured only to him, her hands still on his neck.

He simply shook his head, forcing a smile.

“Have fun, it’s your chance to disconnect from... everything. Give my regards to your grandpa.”

“Will do.” She released him reluctantly before grabbing her bag and starting to walk towards the portkey. Before she could get very far, Charlie placed his hand on her elbow, tugging it once more until they were impossibly close.

“I love you.”

“I want you to come with me.” She said at once, breathlessly.

Charlie didn’t respond. He didn’t say he wanted to accompany her. He didn’t say he wanted to ask her about the letter from the Ministry or about the book. He didn’t say that he wanted her to send him letters from Ireland, or that he hoped with all his heart that she would retrieve whatever she had lost there.

Can you hear me? asked Kate into his mind. Her eyes travelled quickly across his face to identify any reaction, any indication that the message had arrived. However, nothing signalled he could hear her.

Can you hear me? She tried to shout again, but try as she might, Charlie only broke eye contact to glance over her shoulder, unaware of her desperate attempts at communication.

“You should get going,” he said, handing her the suitcase.

He simply left a kiss on her forehead and watched her march towards the golden statue where several wizards and witches were standing around.

With her backpack slung over her shoulder and squeezed between two witches chattering incessantly, Kate searched the crowd for Charlie’s gaze, hoping irrationally that he would walk in her direction and touch the statue with her.

He offered her a smile that tried to be encouraging, but she perceived it as melancholic as she felt. A deep voice announced the impending departure, and that was her cue to touch the metal of the statue.

And from one moment to the next, with no time for a final farewell, Kate disappeared into thin air.

Charlie watched as the people around the portkey twisted in a swirl until they vanished. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out of the station, dodging the crowd. When he reached the street, he hesitated about returning to the cabin and, with a glance at the clear sky began to wander down the avenue.

The intention was that the walk would clear his mind, distract him from the thought that he would be alone in the cabin for two weeks. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last, but the fact that he hadn’t told Kate everything he wanted would fill him with anguish. He could already feel the lump forming in his throat.

A sense of frustration suddenly came over him, and he let out a snort. Unconsciously, he began to walk faster, shaking his head at Kate’s stubbornness, reproaching himself for not knowing how to handle these past few months.

Overwhelmed by the crowds of people crossing the avenue, he detoured through the narrower streets, meandering through the alleys, guiding himself by stores and food stalls he recognised so as not to lose orientation.

He came to a park he used to frequent with Razvan early in their friendship. After walking for a while, she sat down on one bench under the shade of the trees and plopped down on the backrest.

What was he supposed to do? Pack up his things and move into a sanctuary tent? That might delay Kate’s decision to move back to London.

He tsked. Why hadn’t he mustered the courage to talk to her sooner?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp shriek from his right. A family approached down the road, a couple of children hopped about trying not to step on the lines of the pavement and a man hoisted a baby onto his shoulders with ease.

With his heart pounding, several images came to mind; his mother scolding him and his brothers for trying to climb onto the roof, the Twins’ shop, he and Ron playing chess on the sly, teaching Ginny to play quidditch, pulling gnomes with Percy, the smoking towers of Hogwarts, Tonks laying lifeless under the rubble, the image of his family crouched over Fred’s body.

Staring blankly at the spot where the small group had passed, Charlie reached into his pocket and, for a long moment, stayed there, tears silently running down his cheeks and his throat constricting with the thought of everything falling apart.

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