#my life isn’t anywhere near where i want it to be and i somehow need to digest this process

[grub-s]

seriously considering stoicism actually

#gotta get a grip #my life isn’t anywhere near where i want it to be and i somehow need to digest this process #of coming to terms with myself

[silassinclair]

It’s my first time requesting, so I’m sorry if you don’t understand my bad english ;-;

May I request a GN readerx Yandere Wild West Outlaw (my brain can’t remember his name) with a reader who sleeps anywhere on anything? There will be one time this man has seen his darling somehow out of the ropes and is sleeping on the roof.

I understand if you don’t wanna do this request, but if you do it thank you from the bottom of my heart! <3

Always take care and take a break when needed~

This request is so silly I have to do it. Also your english is great, don’t sweat it!!

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sleepy Reader

CW// Nothing, just wholesomeness

Masterlist

It’s yours and Maddox’s first night together after he took you from your home. You two are camping out in the desert by a cave. There’s a small fire lit and Maddox’s horse Jasper is munching on some carrots.

But it’s been awfully quiet, the outlaw thinks. Why is it so quiet?

He realizes it’s because of you! You’re usually always thrashing and screaming at him and now you aren’t!

He also realizes that you’re no where to be found… It makes him panic slightly. He shoots up from where he’s sat and he looks around the camp. The desert is dangerous, what if you got stung by a scorpion or bit by a rattlesnake!?

“You come out from where you’re hidin’ missy! Or I outta shoot-”

He nearly trips and falls flat on his face. Looking down he sees you taking a dirt nap, quite literally in the dirt. How did you get so far away from camp? Did you sleep walk? Fall asleep while trying to escape? Whatever it is Maddox doesn’t give a damn, he’s glad he found you.

“You’re a dumb little thing. What would you do without me?”

From this moment onward Maddox sees a repeating pattern. You sleep anytime, anywhere. And on occasion you can even “teleport”. He thought about calling a priest to perform an exorcism on you once.

“Sweet Jesus, this ain’t possible… How’d ya get out here!?”

When you fall asleep while on his horse he sits you in front of him so he can act as a back rest. He doesn’t want you falling off now.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him. You’re so vulnerable when you’re asleep like this. He can touch you without getting yelled at or smacked. So he takes advantage of it.

Combs his hands through your pretty locks of hair and caresses your plush cheeks. Sometimes when you squirm in your sleep from a nightmare he shushes you like a baby and rocks you back and forth.

Stays by your side from now on when you’re asleep after… the incident.

The Incident:

After over a week of being on horseback and foot Maddox finds an old house for them to settle in temporarily. It’s a cute house with victorian architecture. It’s definitely abandoned and all the owner’s belongings are still there. They most likely fled due to the Native American tribe near by but Maddox isn’t afraid of them. He actually gets along with the tribesmen better than the whites who hate him for being half American and half Mexican.

“This place is nice. It almost the same size as my old home.” Y/n mutters as she admires the decor. But her eyes feel heavy, she needs to sleep. This past week has been exhausting.

Maddox notices how worn out she is. She’ll be no good to him if she’s a mopey, tired slug. So he brings her upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed is dusty but it’ll have to make do.

“You’ll sleep here sweetheart. But I’m gonna have to tie ya’ down. I don’t need ya’ escaping now.” Maddox ties a rope from the bed post to her ankle.

Y/n doesn’t even bother to yell or fight back from being tied down. She just falls asleep immediately like a hibernating bear. When she’s asleep Maddox unpacks some supplies down in the living room. He also cooks up a can of beans and digs in.

It’s quiet. All his life he’s been alone, but he’ll never admit he feels lonely. He’s never had anyone to trust or rely on. Most nights he’ll sleep under the stars and talk to Jasper. But he’s a horse so talking to him is one sided.

Even though Y/n is sleeping just upstairs he misses her. Misses her snarky comments, creative insults, and the way she smacks his chest when he gets too close.

“What are you doing to me woman..” The outlaw mutters to himself as he trudges himself up the creaky wooden stairs. He’s in front of her door and he opens it slowly, peeking his head in. But then he slams it open when he sees she’s gone.

“Y/n?” He shouts, looking around the room and searching every corner. She’s missing again! Maddox runs like a cat out of water as he searches the whole house. What if she got hurt!? He could never live with himself.

He kicks open the front door and looks around the property. What if the tribe found her and thought she was a threat? Every negative outcome of what could happen to her comes to his mind. Getting eaten by a coyote is a possibility too.

Maddox takes his hat off and grips his black hair.

“FUCK!” He shouts and kicks the dirt on the ground, the cloud of brown blowing with the wind. Maddox walks back to the house in defeat where he tells Jasper that Y/n’s gone, and she is never coming back. But the horse only exhales loudly and shakes his head back and forth.

“She’s gone buddy. I know you liked her but she’s probably dead in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere!” The man snaps.

Jasper slams his front leg down and neighs loudly. His nose is pointed up towards the house.

“What are ya’ on about you?” Jasper never behaved like this before unless he wanted to try and tell him something. He’s a smart horse, so any sound or motion me makes is usually when he tries to convey a message.

Maddox looks up at the house where Jasper is looking and squints his eyes. He puts his hat back on to cover his eyes from the beating sun. Looking closer he sees a familiar head of h/c hair on the roof!

“Y/n!?” Maddox says in disbelief. How the fuck did she get up there!? Does she even know she’s up there? Probably not.

“Shit boy, what do we do?” He turns to his horse. Jasper neighs louder and Maddox looks back up and sees that she’s about to fall off the roof!

“SHIT!”

Y/n turns in her sleep and falls off the roof. Maddox feels his heart drop and he breaks off into a sprint. Just before she hits the ground he catches her, making them both fall to the dirt.

“Y-You?” Y/n wakes up and sees she’s outside and that god forsaken outlaw is beneath her. His head is under her dress making her squeal and scramble away.

“W-What in the hell!? What do you think you’re doing? Why am I outside and why was your ugly mug up my dress!?”

Maddox groans and rubs his head. He turns to her with a glare and grabs her wrist, pulling her up.

“I ain’t ever takin’ my eye off you again! You ought to be a witch or somethin’!”

From that moment onward Maddox sleeps next to Y/n in a bone crushing cuddle. When he feels her move in the slightest he wakes up and tightens his hold. No way in hell will he let something like that happen again.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #obsession #maddox graves #western #cowboy #request #reqs open

[sea-owl]

@animelover4157

Here's their prompt!

I have always had an idea where Colin’s biggest threat for grabbing Penelope’s attention isn’t a suitor or Eloise.

No no no.

Colin’s biggest threat and nuisance is that he consistently have to fight a big ass dog (like a mastiff, cane corso, Saint Bernard, etc) that Penelope somehow convinced her mom to keep while in the countryside and is the very definition of a Velcro dog. It growls at any potential suitor that shows an interest in Penelope (it’s the reason why She doesn’t have suitors but Penelope is not aware of that).

For Colin, it does something worse. In the rare chance, that it is not next to Penelope, it will purposely move itself right next to/on top of Penelope so Colin cannot sit anywhere near her while it stares him down. This causes to Colin and the dog to race and wrestle one another to get to Penelope’s side with Colin losing 80% of the time and him glaring it down. Penelope thinks that they are playing and are getting along but is completely oblivious of the actual situation.

Tiny woman with a big ass dog. Classic.

Here's what I'm thinking.

So the Featheringtons were out in Ireland to visit Portia's brother, Mr. Finn Carroll, and his family. During their family visit one of the cousins introduced Penelope to the puppies their dog recently had. One of those puppies became attached to Penelope.

"Aw Portia look at that Penelope made a friend!" Finn said as he slid up next to his big sister.

"No," Portia immediately said.

Finn fully looked at Portia. "No?"

"No," Portia repeated. "Finn, I do not need a dog in my house."

"Oh, come on, Porshie!" Finn said, pulling out his puppy eyes and the childhood nickname. Tricks with a proven track record for him on getting what he wanted from his sister. "Let my niece have a puppy! You're already taking away her title as baby of the family!"

Portia sighed, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Finn, I am not dumb. We were both raised with an Irish Wolfhound. That dog will most likely get bigger than Penelope, and they're made for hunting large prey!"

"Yes, but you also know they make great companions!" Finn argued. "And doesn't Penelope need a friend?"

Portia will later blame her pregnancy brain, but when the Featheringtons went home, they brought a new puppy named Artemis with them.

Well, much like the goddess she was named after Artemis was a girl's dog and hated most men. She tolerated a few like the male staff, and she tolerated Lord Featherington on a good day. But most of the time, she stayed by Penelope's side.

"It is like she is sewn to your side," Felicity commented once as Artemis laid across both her and Penelope's laps.

Penelope laughs. "She just loves me."

Artemis barked in agreement.

At her full-grown height, Artemis was about the size of a small pony and was taller than any lord Penelope had ever seen if she stood on her hind legs. Artemis faithfully sticks by Penelope's side despite Portia's groans of dog hair in Penelope's dresses. Penelope only giggles when Artemis's response is to fully lay on her.

Artemis loves her life with Penelope and would only really change one thing. One tiny annoyance in her life.

That damn Colin Bridgerton. He's trying to take Penelope away from her! And he doesn't leave when she growls at him like the other men! He even growled back at her once!

The fool tries to race her too on the rare times she is not in her rightful place by Penelope's side. Why the fool thinks he'll win against her, she'll never know.

Today just so happened to be one of those days. Artemis was out in the park with her family. She was playing with Felicity and Penelope. The two girls throwing a ball attached to a string and having Artemis chase after it.

Artemis sniffed the air and stopped. She smelled Bridgertons. Looking around she spotted the family. Now the Bridgertons themselves weren't a bad thing, a few in particular she could do without and one wished was never around.

Well, it looks like today won't be the day Artemis's wish comes true. Just as she spots Colin Bridgerton he spots her as well. They stare at each other for a moment before both take off towards Penelope.

Artemis stared smugly at the Bridgerton as she once again claimed her prize of being next to her favorite human. Her head resting in Penelope's lap as Penelope pets her.

"One of these days Artemis I'm gonna beat you," Colin swore.

Penelope giggled. "It's so nice for you to play with Artemis Colin. I'm sure she loves racing with you."

Artemis turned her stare onto Penelope, headbutting her in the red head's torso. Playing? Absolutely not Penelope. Can't you see he's trying to steal you?

"You are coming to my family's country party? Colin asked Penelope.

Artemis stares back at Colin. Why hasn't he left yet? He's lost the race.

"Yes," Penelope replied.

Artemis huffed, leaning herself fully on Penelope. Going to Aubrey Hall meant a long carriage ride, AND Colin being around every waking moment. He was worse in the countryside where he had Penelope and Artemis trapped in his family home. Well at least Penelope won't be going to that bad smelling place she goes to ever few nights. Artemis hates when Penelope comes home smelling like that. To the point she almost considered getting Colin to go look for Penelope one night when the rest of the family. If only Penelope didn't lave her in charge of Felicity.

On the trip to Aubrey Hall, Artemis lay on the floor of the carriage by her family's feet. The rock of the carriage lulling her to sleep. At least with this trip, Artemis will have more space to run around temporarily before returning to London for another few months.

Another family was arriving as Artemis' own family were getting out of the carriage.

"Oh Portia!" The mother of the other family greeted Portia.

"Hello Mary," Portia said.

The older women started talking, meanwhile Penelope struck up a conversation with the older daughter.

"How are your first impressions of Aubrey Hall Kate?" Penelope asked.

Oh Artemis has heard of Kate. She likes Kate for how frustrated she makes Anthony. It's funny to watch when Artemis is visiting the Bridgertons with Penelope.

"H-hello."

Artemis looked around before feeling the wet nose of another dog boop against her leg.

Looking down, Artemis saw the smallest dog in her life. Was it a dog? It smelled like one, but how is a dog this small?

The smaller dog stared at Artemis. "I'm Newton! Newton Sharma!"

Oh this is Kate's dog.

"Artemis Featherington," Artemis said. Bowing her head a little so she wasn't towering over the smaller dog.

Newton began to tap his two front feet. Was he nervous? Artemis laid down to be at a more even eye level with him. "Perhaps this will be better to talk?"

Newton lets out a little yelp, one of excitement and moves closer. "Yes! Have you been here before?"

Artemis nods. "Many times. How are you dealing with your interloping Bridgerton?"

"You mean the Viscount?" Newton asked. Newton moved his head a little. "Well, I did knock him into the Thames the other day."

Artemis barked out a laugh. "I'll have to remember that the next time Colin races me near it."

Newton's feet did a few quick taps. Did he have to go? Artemis wondered if she should ask him if he needs privacy.

Before she could Artemis caught a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Artemis let out a whine. Oh great Colin has made his appearance and he has that mischief making smirk of his directed at her.

#newton likes his girls tall #im sorry i couldn't help myself #bridgerton #polin #artemis the irish wolfhound #newton x artemis #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #artemis x newton

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I had a Good!Morgana/magic reveal idea. What if Arthur found out about Morgana’s magic? And decided to be rational and smart about it?

When the window breaks, he realises that only Morgana was anywhere near. It’s just a random thought, but then he remembers all the times her nightmares come true or that she warned him about something and he listened only for her to be right.

Then he overhears Gaius talking to someone and saying that Morgana is too close to Uther and that it’d be better if she never knew about her magic. (even though she’s loosing control and clearly terrified and in need of help, he’s furious about that because magic or no, she’s still Morgana.) Arthur storms off, not bothering to find out who Gaius was talking to because he’s just been hit by the reality that magic isn’t a choice therefore he might have to reevaluate his whole belief system because he doesn’t want to think people can be born evil.

Of course he isn’t happy about it, but Morgana is too good and she never would’ve chosen magic, she was too smart for that in Camelot and too afraid for it to be deliberate. For whatever reason, Gaius was keeping Morgana’s magic secret even from her, so he didn’t want to go to the physician. So he goes to Geoffrey, knowing that like Gaius, he knows about life before the purge.

The librarian apparently hid a bunch of illegal books? So Arthur gets reading and learns about magic, about those born with it, about those who use it for good, that magic could be like a sword to attack or defend. Then he learns that’s wrong, a stab wound is still a stab wound but if he wants to believe magic can be truly good then there has to be more to it than a weapon. He realises there’s no inherent morality in magic, just intent from the person using it and impact of those around. He starts looking at how useful magic can be, how it can heal, you get the idea.

Uther finds out somehow and summons Arthur, Morgana and the council to the throne room so he can sentence Morgana to death. No one knows how to react, but Arthur steps forward, gently pushes Morgana behind him, sending Merlin a look that says to keep her safe. Merlin nods and Morgana is trembling while he reassures her that she’s safe. He promises that no harm will come and that he’ll break her out of the citadel if he has to.

Arthur yells at Uther and eventually throws a gauntlet down, saying he’s challenging for the throne on account of madness. He basically paints Uther to be mentally unstable and therefore unfit to rule. They fight there, and like the scene where Arthur finds out about his mother, Uther is pinned to the throne when Merlin stops Arthur from killing Uther, (there’s significance to that, it wouldn’t bring Arthur peace. But Morgana ordering his execution? That helps her get closure.)

Anyway, Merlin takes the sword and holds it to Uther’s chest for Arthur, whispering something about “Morgana needs him now more than ever.” So Arthur takes Uther’s crown and orders Leon to take him to his chambers and not to let him leave. He then turns to Morgana, sees her trembling and holds out a hand to her. She looks at him suspiciously, so he sighs and tell her they’ll talk about repealing the ban once he’s figured out what to do with Uther.

Morgana frowns, so Arthur says something like “As far as I’m concerned, Camelot is your home. You’re my sister in all but blood, and I’m not going to watch you die for something you had no choice in. We’ll find you a tutor, someone to teach you control so your nightmares don’t bother you so much, and if you want it you’ll have a place on my council. As court sorceress or advisor or whatever you want.”

Then Morgana hugs him, crying and thanking him for everything. Merlin is looking proud but regretfully so because of the situation. Arthur has him clear the hallways so he can lead Morgana back to her chambers where she’ll be safe and where she won’t have to worry about anyone seeing her cry because Arthur knows she’s never really cried in front of anyone but Gwen, only ever fake tears to manipulate men in court to her favour.

They’ve got technicalities to sort out and whatever else but they work it out and basically everything ends up happily ever after.

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana #good morgana #merlin emrys #ao3 fanfic #merlin bbc #i’m bad at tagging #fic ideas #fuck uther #uther pendragon #gaius merlin #bbc uther #fuck gaius #he’s like the fourth worst person in the show #I get why he didn’t tell Morgana about her powers #like I understand the nuance there #but at the same time he’s a fucking idiot for it

[sterekchub]

Can you do one that focuses on derek with someone (Scott or stiles) and his weight gain is focused on his hips, thighs, and butt. So he just has a really feminine shape. And I don’t mind if he acts kinda feminine too😉 but that’s up to you. Thank you!! This would mean the world to me cause I’m home all week with a concussion 🤕. This would make my day!

I’m sorry this is so- so late. But I really like soft Derek. Who acts all tough as an Alpha but Stiles know he just wants to give it all up and be cared for. Maybe Stiles talks Derek into giving it up- let Scott be Alpha and he and Derek should go buy a little cottage somewhere where Derek doesn’t need to always be near death.

Stiles gets them everything Derek refused to get himself. The ridiculous teddy bear, the comfortable sheets with way too many pillows that don’t match, the fluffy slippers, the pictures of themselves and the pack all over the walls.

And Stiles cooks. A lot. Makes sure there’s always desserts hanging around, gets the really expensive coffee machine to make Derek his favorite calorie-bomb sugary coffees. Has a cabinet just dedicated to Derek’s sweet tooth and junk food cravings. He makes meals that are so good Derek knows he’s overeating but just doesn’t care.

And Stiles- he would go stir crazy not working. So he goes to work everyday and Derek is content to clean the house and work in their garden and go and buy the increasingly long grocery list…isn’t nearly as good of a cook as Stiles, but he watches videos to try (and if it doesn’t work out he still eats the evidence)

So naturally it doesn’t take long at all before Derek begins to pile on a lot of weight. At first he gets a little bit thicker all over, abs disappearing behind a pudgy belly…and then the weight all goes to his lower half.

Derek definitely gets insecure about it at first, feels like it’s a more feminine way to gain, but Stiles makes a few…”crush me with those thighs and sit on my face”’comments and spends his evenings sitting in Derek’s widening lap spoon feeding him the entire trifle he spend a day making, and Derek feels better about it.

Starts to feel like a pampered house-cat. They spend all of their free time together, and whether it’s board games or watching a movie or just reading in bed together- Stiles is always feeding him. Derek’s never been big for displays of affection but somehow this he’s okay with. Like Stiles handing him over a a fifth slice of pie or them going out to eat and Stiles ordered extra fries because he knows Derek will want some…that’s more meaningful to him than hand holding or anything else.

His growing thighs and ass make jeans a nightmare- too much work to pull them over his thighs and beach ball sized ass cheek, and then they don’t button over his softer middle anyway. So he starts wearing sweatpants all the time or fuzzy pajamas pants because they’re soft and comfortable and Stiles doesn’t seem to mind.

They start upgrading the house when Derek starts approaching “ass the size of beans bags and hips wider than he is tall”. Make sure all the chairs in the house are armless or wide enough so Derek doesn’t get stuck. Start thinking about expanding the bathtub to a super-sized spa.

Stiles getting silk underwear that fits Derek and his door blocking hips, because Derek needs more nice, soft things.

Derek waddling next to Stiles, who always slows his pace so his massive boyfriend can stay by his side. Makes sure Derek’s thighs are lotioned before they leave the house anywhere because that amount of friction could start a fire with all that chub rubbing together. Always calls ahead to make sure there’s a booth sized seat for Derek- does everything he can to make Derek comfortable and he just…can’t imagine living life any other way.

[chireikiden]

What are the things in lore you would say ZUN 100% retconned/later ignored in regards to his own material?

This was a pretty broad question to answer at the drop of a hat, so I let it sit in my inbox for a while and wrote down a couple things that came to mind in the meantime.

As we all know, yadda yadda, Touhou is very good at simply not bringing things up again, and thus you can very rarely argue that some individual thing has been outright retconned based simply on its absence in later works. Add unreliable narrators on top, and that only really leaves the very clear contradictions.

Early Windows stuff: You can surely find more if you crawl more carefully than I felt like doing, but here’s some that I remember. The EoSD prologue tells us that Gensokyo is just a seldom visited region in the mountains with a few random humans living amongst monsters, implicitly no Human Village, and no barrier around it. Reimu is worried that the red mist would basically flow out of Gensokyo and into what we'd now consider "the Outside World", which may or may not be aware of Gensokyo and just ignoring it. It's not hard at all to slot into the current setting by moving around a couple things, but read on its own without anachronistic assumptions it's clearly different. Basically, it's a good example of how the essentials of Gensokyo as a setting really weren't fully formed until at least a couple games later.

As an extension of that, I think a lot of things associated with EoSD - like the preceding Vampire Incident, the spell card rules, or even the SDM being newcomers to Gensokyo - weren’t even a twinkle in ZUN’s eye at the time he made EoSD, and were only retconned into existence starting roughly with PMiSS. (Them being newcomers is arguable based on stuff like Reimu not knowing the mansion was there, but that’s also easily explained by Reimu being Reimu.)

PCB starts fleshing things out a bit more and has fewer outright contradictions, but still for example claims/implies that humans sealed up Gensokyo in order to lock the youkai inside. Not irreconcilable, especially if you assume an unreliable narrator yadda yadda, but I think it’s fair to consider it retconned.

By the time of IN, the main pieces are more or less in place and there’s a lot less stuff that would need to be retconned later on, but you can still find some messiness especially related to the Moon if you want to read it that way.

Reimu’s luck: While it’s come up on rare occasion, typically in the form of her “intuition” but also in LE where she uses it for gambling, I don’t think it’s ever again been anywhere near as extreme as that time in EaLND where she walked over a river by happening to step on random fish. If anything, she usually seems pretty unlucky at everything that isn’t specifically gambling or solving incidents, but that might be its own hair to split.

Just for bonus points: Since it’s been on my mind. The literal meaning of retcon is “retroactive continuity”. I think the manga, games etc. typically work on a Schrödinger’s Timeline that simply doesn’t exist until it is directly referenced somehow, and even then it’s only loosely defined. For example, CDS and Lotus Eaters started around the same time (in real life), which was also when the first Gouyoku Ibun demo came out. Lotus Eaters could be making long time skips for all we know, but the events of CDS have probably spanned only a couple weeks at most.

And now we have Lotus Eaters' latest chapters taking place shortly after the events of Gouyoku. In that case, when Yukari summons Flan into the Underground to act as her ballistic missile in CDS, is she doing it before or after Okina did literally the same thing in Gouyoku? When does CDS take place in relation to Gouyoku, or any given LE chapter? Or does it, and every Touhou story, merely take place “now”, even if it started in 2019 and it’s now 2023?

Since Touhou stories tend to only reference each other when they feel like it and are otherwise perfectly comfortable just not bringing it up in any way, there’s a good chance we’ll never know. Or they could simply say something in the next chapter just because. But usually not.

#ask #anonymous #general disc.

[1indigoisles]

Chapter 2 - Excerpt 2

Knightville, I had come to realise, would not be Knightville if it did not rain on a near-constant basis.

It was after school, and the town was grey.

Let me rephrase that. The town was greyer than it normally was, and that was because it was raining heavily.

It was a fact of life that riding a bike in the rain looked cool as long as it was on a screen. In reality, you feel the cold wetness like needles digging into your skin, you feel supremely miserable after said ordeal, and you will most likely become a victim of the wrath of the common cold.

Curse Bleak House for being so far away from school.

Curse me for overlooking the need of my umbrella, which was also irritatingly grey.

Curse the color grey.

By the time I got home, I was sure I was going to be sick. I was wet down to the inside of my skin, my clothes felt so plastered to my body I was I afraid they would never come off, the heat and humidity of the inside of the house made the water feel like sweat, and I was pretty sure my sneakers would perpetually smell like rain.

Lila, who was standing next to the staircase as I dumped my helmet onto a small table next to the door, was also wet, but that was just a pleasant consequence of taking a nice shower. Her hair was lost in a white towel, her cheeks were pink from steam, and she was wearing a blue robe that could only be described as ‘fluffy.’

Her mood, therefore, was also ‘fluffy.’

“Hey there, Ken-doll,” she called, a grin forever plastered on her face,“did the rain give you a hard time?”

“Firstly,” I began, pushing my bag off my shoulders, “you are aware of my opinions on the nickname ‘Ken-doll’. Secondly,” I straightened, and gestured to myself, “what do you think?”

Lila grinned wider.

“Also,” I inquired, “isn’t it a bit too early to take an evening shower?”

“I went out of town today,” she informed me, walking up the stairs, “wanted to go check out a nice bookstore for you. But then it rained, and I just felt really sticky, hence the shower.”

I had to stop myself from frowning. Somehow, that first part had struck me as odd, thinking of going anywhere outside of Knightville. Not like it wasn’t possible, but more like it was improbable for anyone to voluntarily leave.

And like many things in Knightville, it was strange.

But if I were to catalog all the strange things in Knightville, I’d have a lot to think about.

Scarlett Raynott, for example, and the weird behaviour of her shadow that day. It was much too dark, for one thing, the shape was too in proportion with her real size and girth, and the whites contrasted too much to have not been there. She had looked sick and pale, and the expression on her face almost seemed... dangerous?

This was just the perspective of the tiniest part of my brain warring with the larger, more reasonable part that kept shouting, You need a therapist!

And then there was Jolene and Rowan Frost, who had no sense whatsoever as to when taking time off school would be a good idea.

Not to mention that I currently live in a house where fourteen people were once murdered.

Even that crack on the floor outside the chemistry lab nagged at me a little.

And I didn’t even know why all of this bothered me so much. Was there something wrong with me?

Or was there something wrong with Knightville?

I know, I know, it's really short, and it took me took me too long, and nothing really happens, I know that. But there was a reason it took this long. Remember this one and sit tight, it'll be important later.

Taglist: @jeahreading, @mayaheronthorn, @damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay

#Land of Magic #Chapter 2 - Excerpt 2 #Novels #Tumblr Novels #YA Fantasy #Indigo Isles #Tumblr Authors #Writing

[callipraxia]

The Unexpected Memoirs of Fiddleford H. McGucket: Chapter Two

Continuing from where we left off in Part I - have a Part II. The typographical errors in the first section are deliberate, reflecting Our Hero's confusion and alarm while writing it. "Denken mit der Hand" is German for "thinking with the hand," which is the slogan of Leuchtturn1917 notebooks, which are rather nice notebooks; I wrote the vast majority of FWJB in three of them I got on a really good sale once, so just a little shout-out there.

Again, the Prologue and Chapter One can be viewed here. That said, on with the...tale? As before, warnings for references to Fiddleford's OCD, and this time for very mild reference to the existence of sex.

Chapter Two

[A page of the manuscript is creased and stained, letters blurred in places from being handled before the ink dried fully. After the sentence “Stanford? Is that really you?” there is a meaningless series of keystrokes, ‘wekaqothwo[eknf[oaqnwooooejf,’ followed by heavy presence of scribbling, seemingly to conceal a mix of typed and handwritten text. Visible through these marks are variations on the word ‘no’ in different sizes and multiple repetitions of the statements ‘what did I say,’ ‘why,’ ‘I know what I know,’ ‘I’m sorry,’ and ‘God help me’ before meaningful content resumes near the bottom of the page]

Icol I couldn

It’s been a few days since i last worked on myremembering, and I spent them hiding out wherever I could. Couldnt stay still couldn’t rest anywhere not after what I wrote and how it just came into my head.

Stanford.

I suppose there could be two people who both cross paths with me, and they’re both named Stanford, and it’s their first name both times – but I can’t tell, because my brain is playing tricks on me. It has got to be my brain playing tricks on me, but as soon as I typed it, all at once – suddenly, I could see him like he was in front of me – this person I am remembering now, my Friend - in my head, and sure enough, he looked plenty like -

I know it’s insane. It’s got to be. My mind playing tricks on me. I don’t know the man personal or anything, but everybody around here knows all about Stan Pines. People are almost as sorry to see him coming as they are to see me! And, of course, we can’t go forgetting that time he smashed a baseball bat over my head. Though I was peering in the man’s windows at the time.

Why? Doesn’t make any sense. But then, what about my life has made sense in a long time? It seemed like I needed to keep an eye on him, so I did, at least until he knocked me upside the head and let me know he’d decapitate me with the same instrument the next time he found me lurking – though as I recall, he used a much longer sentence which contained a number of elegant terms and descriptions to embellish that idea, all of which I’d rather not repeat, as they were the kinds of things that do not look nice in print.

Because that’s just how Stan Pines is. He’s a big loud carnival man. No subtlety. He comes up with funny stories but he is not going to do the things I half-rememberst he things I have done, that we did, whatever they were. I’m just surprised he don’t chase me off from around the M.S. more often – cause I go there, and it’s like I know what’s real and what ain’t, at least as long as I stay in certain rooms, and I have no business going in the other rooms anyway. One time I did turn the wrong way and somehow end up in Stan’s kitchen and I pulled all the hair I had out and got started on my beard, just trying to get out of there, didn’t want to be in the kitchen, don’t like the kitchen, I was going to leave and then it was like nothing had ever happened and I didn’t know if it really happened did anything happen who wasn’t there I dont rememmbener

It isn’t possible. This person I remember – he can’t be Stan Pines. Stan Pines can’t be him. Something is wrong. I don’t know much to do about it but keep typing, though, and just use Stan’s name until I can think of something that makes more sense, because I can’t remember nothing just thinking about it in my brain like that’s any good. My brain’s no good. Side effects. Scars. Neuroplasticity. But when I just stop thinking and types, then the words just comes, the pictures in my head, the memories….Denken mit der Hand. The fingertips, anyway. It helps.

It isn’t possible. I didn’t work with no Stan Pines, and the Stan Pines I know of ain’t – what? A monster? A hallucination? He ain’t! He’s a real person and I am not going to do anything to him because that would be morally wrong. He exists and has nothing to do with me or monsters or whate ver happened. I’ll just use his name, though, as long as my hands wants to, and maybe figure it out when I can I don’t know what else I can do.

* * * * * * * *

“So lemme get this straight,” said Emma-May, putting the two plates in her hands down in front of each of us before she sat down on her chair at the table. “Some fella you haven’t seen since you were in college and haven’t heard from at all in years just...called you up out of a clear blue sky today, and he did this to offer you a job. Of being his assistant. Building what sounds like something out of Star Trail, and which even you say you wouldn’t have called more than mathematically possible before he said he was actually doing it. Does that pretty much cover it?”

Put that way, I had to admit, it did sound pretty absurd. Definitely way more absurd, anyway, than it had when I’d been the one saying it, and far, far crazier than when Stanford had pitched the idea to me.

“Pretty much, yep,” I said.

“And this genius recluse friend of yours wants you to come up north for months to work on this - and therefore for you go to for months at a time presumably never so much as laying eyes on me or your son?”

I glanced at the son in question. Tater, though, was occupied with cutting his green beans into smaller and smaller pieces and then arranging these pieces into patterns with the tip of his fork, and he did not seem to even notice me. I wondered if he’d even heard what his mama had said. I’d been...peculiar, as a child, no doubt about that, but even I thought Tate spent an awful lot of time seemingly lost in his own little world, busy with who knew what…

“Nobody ever said anything about any of us not seeing anybody else for no months at a time,” said I. “I reckon I can could visit onna weekends..." I considered what I remembered of Stanford's work habits. "Or at least the mail holidays," I prevaricated. "And maybe when school goes on break, you and Tater could come up to Oregon and see me a while. It would do the boy good to get some fresh air, I bet, and everybody who doesn’t already - “ by which, in theory, I meant Emma-May and Stanford – “could get to know each other.”

Emma-May cut her pork chop with deliberate, precise movements. “I’m not sure what good that would do me,” she said, “given how bad this man seems to be at keeping in touch with his so-called best friends. Dropping them for years and then calling ‘em up again only when it’s to his benefit.”

She said that with the same edge to her voice she had had when she was talking about how absurd the whole thing was, and I realized it wasn’t me she was mad at. Well, not entirely me, anyway. Probably to some degree me, being so impractical and all, but it seemed that some of her disapproval might be rooted in some kind of indignation on my behalf.

“Now, Emmy,” I said. “Don’t be like that.” I sighed and shook my head. “Truth be told, honey – until today, I’d half-figured that he was dead – we never talked much after college, long-distance charges, you know, but it was only two years ago he quit writing back if I sent him something now and then. I..." was too much of a coward to find out for sure. "I'm just glad nothing happened, apparently. I suppose genius must have its quirks.”

Emma-May’s mouth tightened up a bit, and I couldn’t tell if it was in annoyance or amusement as she looked back and forth between me and the boy for a moment. “I’ve noticed,” she said. “But you’ve always been able to get enough of a grip on yours, Fids, to do right by people regardless, so I don’t see why you’d excuse someone else for just dropping you for however many years without so much as a word. Much less that you’d do that and then - “

But she didn’t finish her sentence, just shaking her head as she cut her meat again. I frowned at her across the table.

“And then what?” I asked.

“When you were talking about him, trying to sell me on whatever craziness this is,” she said slowly, after another moment. “Your voice changed.”

I continued to frown, even more puzzled than I had been before. “It did? Like what?”

“Like it does when you’re trying to explain what’s so interesting about some dead British lady with a silly name who never even built a real computer, but somehow, she’s really important if you care anything about computers -.”

“You mean Ada Lovelace?” I considered this idea for a moment. “Hm. Well, I suppose Stanford is a brilliant theoretical thinker - “

“He must have been thinking of something mighty brilliant, to pull all this out of nowhere after two years in the middle of nowhere,” she said.

I put my fork down. “Your voice changed just now, Em,” said I. “And I know I’m not any good at telling, but to me, it sounded about half-like you thought I was lying about something, and you wanted me to know you thought it, but I’ve got no idea why you’d think that.”

“Lyin’ is bad,” announced Tate. He never looked up from the green beans, which were now shredded to a scale so small that it was hard to tell what they’d originally been.

“That’s right, it is,” said Emma-May. “And so is playing with your food, Tate. Eat your beans.”

“Waste not, want not,” I added sanctimoniously, not knowing what a hypocrite I was ultimately going to turn out to be.

Still, though – I hope my son took the lesson to heart, and not just because I had dallied with the environmental movement back in my day. It’s because my life has been a perfect example of what that saying means, one of the best I think I know of. What I wasted, after all, was the one thing you can’t ever make more of – that is to say, time. So much time – so many opportunities to be with my wife, with my son – to have any kind of life worth living. Wasted and wasted, and now I sit here, wanting and wanting, with no way to ever address the problem.

* * * * * * * *

“You really do want to do it, don’t you?” asked Emma-May.

We had dropped the subject of Stanford and his sudden offer at the table after we'd turned to the task of getting Tate to eat, and we had not picked it up again after supper. Now, it had been several hours, other subjects had been discussed since, and we had gone to bed, but I knew at once what she meant.

“I’d be lying if I said no,” I told her. Then, as she remained silent, I added, “I know how crazy it’s got to all sound to you, Em, but that’s just because you don’t know Stanford. You don’t know what he’s capable of. And if we’re working on the same thing...what he's suggestin' now...I don’t even know what we might be capable of together.” I felt strangely as if I was a little short of breath, though I was not, at the thought, and clenched a knot of sheets in my hands to keep them busy, to keep them from going toward my head. What I was feeling – it was enough like the nervousness that I sort of wanted to pull my hair, but it wasn’t the same. The mere fact I could control it proved that. But -

“And anyway – let's say you're right for a minute,” I conceded. I didn’t believe it – I don’t think I could have believed it, not then – but I’d learned that sometimes you had to entertain an odd notion to have a conversation with somebody. “But even if you are – if he really has just lost his mind – then I still...I’d still feel like I ought to go and find out for sure, anyway, you know? And try to help him, if I can.”

“And right there’s where I start having a problem with all this,” said Emma-May. She turned onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. The moon was full that night; between that and the indirect glow of the nearest streetlight, coming into our room between the blinds, we could see each other clearly, if only in shades of grey. Shadows lurked under her cheekbones and chin, and the gloom left the glints that were her eyes looking strangely decontextualized. “That’s what I was trying to say at supper. If this man - “ that was the only thing I can ever recall hearing her call him, though I don’t know why – “is someone who’s this important to you – then why don’t I already know him, Fiddleford? Why have I never even heard you mention his name before? Why did he just – drop you for all these years, and why he’s picking you back up now? And why are you even willing to speak to somebody who treats you like that? Much less drop your whole life and go work for him in the middle of nowhere? I’ve never even heard of that town you mentioned – what didja say it was?”

“Gravity Falls,” I said. “Weird name isn’t it? But I guess it suits for somewhere to make a good physics breakthrough.”

“Sounds like a paradox to me,” she said. “Gravity don’t fall, it pushes everything else down under itself. It always ends up at the top, I reckon, if you think about it...what’re you grinning at?” she added, her eyes narrowing as she looked down into my face.

“At you bein’ so particular,” I said. I put up one hand to her face, allowing my thumb to trace the round line of her cheek. In the dark, her hair looked like the void of space as it fell on her neck and over my hand, endlessly dark, only sparsely speckled with the faintest of dying stars wherever the light hit it so as it moved. I could barely stay in a room with her for a day or two whenever she had her permanents put in, but it had been weeks since her last one, and so there was nothing more disturbing in the air than the androgynous, nondescript - though not unpleasant - smell of Pantene Pro-V, now. My hand came to rest on her shoulder, which was bare besides the thin, silky strap on her nightgown. “Come here,” I added, pulling her toward me as I moved to kiss her.

“You didn’t answer none of my questions, Fiddleford,” she said, her voice only just loud enough for me to hear.

“Shh,” I whispered back to her. Her fingers were locked together at the base of my skull; am I imagining it now, with the advantage of hindsight, or did I think, even then, that her grip was harsher than usual, as though she was trying to keep me from slipping away? “We’ll talk about it later,” I added before starting to kiss her neck.

But we didn’t – and if I had been being honest, either with her or myself, I’d have never said that we would. Wasn’t as if we didn’t know better, after all – not like it wasn’t a long, long day’s walk away from the first time I’d ever used sex to distract her from some conversation I didn’t want to have. Instead of trying to answer her questions, for her or even for myself, I lied to the both of us that night and avoided meeting her eyes all I could the next morning as she and Tater got ready to go out for the day. Once they were gone, I went into my workshop and sat down there, barely moving or thinking, even, as the morning crept by. Finally, at precisely 1:30 in the afternoon, the phone rang.

“Hello?” I said as I picked it up, as levelly as I could. “Fiddleford Computermajigs.”

“Uh – it’s Stanford again.”

“I figured,” I said. “Just gotta say the same thing on the work line all the time, though, just in case it ain’t.”

“Huh. Yes, well. I’m sure you know better than I do about...that sort of thing.” I smiled to myself, picturing the look I imagined was on his face as he said that. I wasn’t much of a businessman, but by comparison, I might as well have been the Mister Congeniality of Wall Street. If we did become rich and famous, I reckoned I was going to have to be the face of the operation, pitiable of a condition though this was for the operation in question. “So. What’s the verdict?”

Straight to the point. It seems to me now that I should have realized there was something...off, in that. Stanford had always been the type to prevaricate about asking anybody for anything, talking the problem the long way around the barn and making up all sorts of paper-thin rationalizations, and he wasn’t known for his brevity even outside of awkward situations of that sort. It took him two paragraphs to say what it would’ve taken most people one sentence to sum up, or at least, that was what it had often done before. Now, though…Nothing. Just business.

“I can’t just walk outta my house on a Wednesday without a word to anybody,” I said. “I got client orders to finish up, bills to collect on, and I got a wife and a little boy here….” Stanford said nothing and I sighed. “My life, I can’t just...up and do whatever I want without no warnin’, Stanford. We aint’ kids anymore, you know...but if you give me another week,” I added, with a feeling of doing something wrong and yet utterly inevitable, “give me that and then...I reckon I’m in.”

* * * * * * * *

Maybe what happened next was why I didn’t notice anything odd about what had come before, because getting off the phone sure didn’t end up being nearly as easy of a task as getting onto it had been. It was like, with two words, I’d flipped a switch, and there was the Ford I’d knew – he could always talk your ear off when he got excited about something, sure enough, and his thanks for my agreement were so exuberant, and the praises heaped onto my mechanical genius so exorbitant, that I probably ended up spending a good hour just protesting or pointing out areas where I felt he’d sold himself short – something which would then set him off again on my excellence, and without any of our other old friends around to holler for us to get a room already, we did make us quite the mutual admiration society! And that was even before Ford started telling me more about what work he’d already done on this thingummajig, and way, way before we ever started swapping ideas, bouncing off each other, picking up where we’d left off as though it hadn’t been five minutes since we’d last seen each other….

Oh, how we went on. It lasted for hours, that first real conversation we had, and I won’t lie and say I wasn’t having a ball most of the time, though I noticed even then that there was something about Stanford’s voice which just seemed odd that day. It had a strange, rusty note to it, and that combined with the way he had to clear his throat more and more often as the hours went on by gave the curious impression that (as I would soon learn was in fact the case) he hadn’t spoken for a long time. What I noticed and decided to just ignore, though, without even thinking through "I'm gonna ignore this - "

Like, for instance, there was this moment where he got to describing something in the plans he had made and let slip that he didn’t quite understand it. Why, I wonder now, didn’t I tell him to hang on a dad-gum minute, right then and there? Why didn’t I ask him, Stanford, old buddy, old pal, how did you write or draw it all down if you don’t understand what it is and how it works? If you need me to explain it to you? Or, a little later, when he cleared his throat for about the hundredth time and then said that this was the best conversation he’d had out loud in years – why did I not raise an eyebrow right then and ask, buddy, how in the world else have you been having conversations if not out loud? What’s that even supposed to mean?

Maybe I just can’t see him very straight – 'him' being who I was back then, I mean, not Stanford. Can’t even get my mind – what’s left of it – around someone being as innocent and stupid as that more-than-thirty-year-old man who sat there in that garage in Palo Alto that day. Or maybe it’s just that I was already thinking something that Stanford ended up saying out loud, later on. We had gotten off on a tangent about the old days (Em walked in during that conversation, I recall; she must have heard the racket produced when I was left temporarily helpless with laughter at some half-remembered anecdote. I looked up when Emma-May opened the door, but before I could say anything, she had already backed out of the garage again without a word), and on the other end of the line, Stanford sighed before he said something that surprised me.

“Those were good times, weren’t they?” he asked hoarsely – I doubt he was able to speak a word the next day, which I suppose made it convenient that he really did not have anybody around him to say one to. “I don’t think I’d even realized before how much I’ve missed you, Fiddleford.”

I could have asked him some questions right then. I don’t reckon there’s a snowflake’s chance in Sarasota he would have told me the truth, but it would have caught him off-guard, and he never was much of a liar. Evasion, he could do that well enough, but outright spinning a lie from nothing? Nah, I’d have known when he did it. Maybe I could have even got a clue that could have helped me put it all together a little sooner, before it was too late. Maybe I’d have started having more misgivings, ones I couldn’t deny, and maybe I’d have spent that last week at home talking myself out of going up there, instead of spending it making Em, at least, angry with my constant lack of attention to anything I was doing – a state of distraction she knew full well was just a symptom of the fire Stanford had lit up under my butt, filling my mind up with ideas and plans – enough that I was willing to brush it off as just Stanford being Stanford when he all but nailed one red flag to the mast with his insistence that I not tell anybody where I was going, or what I was doing, or who I was going to be doing it with. Even when that prohibition was extended to what I said to my own wife….

How stupid was I, anyway? I let myself reckon it was all right to keep important information from my wife. As much as it shames me to say it – I reckon I even justified it to myself. That I told myself, ah, well, Emma-May wouldn’t understand what I was talking about anyway, would she? Oh, sure, she’d been to college – but it had just been teacher college. Did that even count, really? She wasn’t any kind of genius, not somebody who could follow a conversation with the likes of us -

Of course, I reckon I did this all sub-liminal like, not realizing I was doing it, because surely I was never awful enough to just say something like that even in my own head? Not about Emma-May, anyway. Not about my own wife – my boy’s mother. Surely I wasn’t that confound arrogant and proud. The thing I remember is grinning and admitting – like the blind fool I was – “I, uh - me, too," before I cleared my throat and tried to think like a businessman. "What you were sayin', though, I think you're right about that - does sound like that project we did on the three-body problem. I reckon we could...."

#gravity falls #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanfic #fiddleford mcgucket #emma-may mcgucket #tate mcgucket #stanford pines #set in the early eighties #new fic #first draft #fanfic update #tumblr fic

[hack-me-jake]

not the same - chapter 5

Characters : Jake x MC (Jade).

Words : 1700.

PROMISE

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We don't talk for hours. I don't move my head away from the window even though after a while I had a strong desire to look in his direction. He had offered me some sandwiches at the beginning of our ride and I didn't refuse because it would've been really stupid. He knew I had not eaten proper food for more than 24 hours.

I wondered where he got the food from. I bet it was not from the motel or anywhere nearby because there was no sign of life or anything around except trees and endless empty roads.

I was growing impatient now. we were in the car for hours, I had no one to talk to, and sitting in the same position for a long time made my body ache. How could he drive for so long? without showing any sign of exhaustion?

I swallow when I look at him. I couldn't see him clearly when he was driving the first time we met because it was night and very dark. In this broad daylight, his posture, his movements, even the way he sat and the way his face was glowing when the sunlight reflected, everything about him made my jaw drop. It's impossible for a human being to look this attractive. I hated the fact that he was irresistible. I hated that I wanted to hug him so bad right now.

Why? Why did I still want him after what he did? Why do I feel safe with him? Why do I feel like he would never harm me even though I've been trying hard to convince myself that he was not to be trusted?

This was crazy. I can't handle this. 

"Stop the car," I command him, sitting up straight and setting my hair. 

"Why?" he asks, not even glancing at me. 

"I need to pee, Jake" I add more when he doesn't stop "Do you want my urine all over your seat?"

He turns the car towards the side of the road and faces me "Five minutes."

"Does that mean you'll leave if I'm not back in five minutes?" My eyebrow rises.

"I don't want your pee all over my car seat. Hurry up and do your thing." I'm surprised by his sudden strong voice. It doesn't sound mean but I guess he never talked to me like that. His voice was always neutral or soft or terrifying.

I get off the car and breathe in the fresh air. Everything is green around me, it feels good. I walk without looking back, somehow I could feel his eyes on me. I keep walking deeper into the forest having no idea where I was heading. After a few minutes, I stop and settle down with a tree against my back so I could lean. 

I sit there for a long time staring at particularly nothing, processing the changes in my life. Being near Jake and not being able to touch him was pure torture.

I wished I could just disappear, forget about everything, and start a new life somewhere... isn't that what we all wish for, all the time? so we could get away from our brutal realities and disturbing thoughts? so we could forget all the sad memories and traumas that haunt us both day and night?

We know it's impossible to just vanish but we still hope. Hoping it gets better. Hoping for something magical. A miracle.

We are hopeless without hope. When we go hopeless, we die. So there's nothing we can do but hope. That's sad-

"It's been thirty minutes." I hear Jake's voice behind me and I flinch.

I don't turn around and wait until he is standing beside where I sit "I'm surprised you didn't abandon me."

He didn't reply anything to that "What are you doing here?"

"We need a break from our journey." I roll my eyes.

He hesitates but sits beside me anyway "We should be hurrying up, you know."

"Don't you ever get tired? You've been driving constantly. I have never seen you take rest."

He turns to me "I thought you were mad at me."

I can't help but smile "I hate you so much."

"Maybe it's better this way." He whispers, sighing.

Confused, I ask "What do you mean?"

He stares at my lips for barely a second and for a moment I think I had imagined it, but I know I didn't.

Removing his eyes from my face, he spoke "It is my promise to keep you safe and I will keep protecting you, even though sometimes you may not understand my ways. I just hope you still trust me enough to know that I will not harm you."

"I don't know what to do anymore." I throw my hands up in the air in frustration.

"Do you really hate me?" He asks, again with that look, he stares at my lips and lets out a heavy breath.

I can practically hear nothing but my heartbeat now. My chest hurts and I want to pull his head and kiss him and...

"I can't control myself around you." his voice is rough and soft which drives me even madder.

I can't believe myself when I say "don't control yourself."

Now we both are staring intensively at each other's lips but none of us move further. It's like there's an invisible wall between us.

His head lowers "I'm a terrible person. We can't..." He shakes his head "We are not supposed to be doing this." There's so much guilt in his voice.

He moves away to get up but I grab his hand and pull him towards me. I touch his face. His body tenses by this unexpected moment but then he leans into my touch and closes his eyes, letting out a tiny moan.

His face is built by a sculpturer, it seems. Perfect curves and edges. So smooth, it's the softest thing I've ever touched. 

His hands find my other hand which lay on my side. He holds it with both of his hands and my entire body is alive with heat. His divine scent is everywhere. I stroke his cheek.

His eyes open and I withdraw my hand when he tilts his face from my hand but still holds my other hand. 

I thought he would open his mouth to tell me that we should be leaving now but he doesn't. Between one blink and the other, his mouth is in mine and his hands are in my hair. There's no softness or patience in our kiss. Soon, I'm flat on my back and he holds himself above me. His mouth moves to explore my neck. 

I put my hands on his shoulders and try pushing him, I start "Jake, tell me-" but he finds a spot on my neck and drops quick hot kisses and I forget what I wanted to say.

I try pushing him again just for a moment "Tell me you won't ever leave me."

His breathing is uneven but he manages to reply "Jade, I think you already know the consequences of being with me."

I want to know his answer, I say in anger and rush "I don't care. Promise me you won't leave me."

He tries to sit back but I have my fingers tightly curled on his hoodie "Jade. You need to think about this-"

I repeat "I don't care." I pull him close so there's no distance between us "I really want you."

He smiles and then whispers "I promise."

-

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #i literally suck at writing romantic moments #😭😭😭

[streets-in-paradise]

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend! Reader - Part 7

Masterlist

Warnings: Chucky doing very fucked up comments.

Summary : Chucky attempts to play his first move against you with one of his classical stalker calls. You know he sees you as the weakest element of the group and his twisted Intervention preys in your biggest fears seeking to destroy your greatest hope. However, a crucial mistake on his part allows Andy to present you with a whole new purpose.

Tags: @barclaysangel ( i finally finished to write this while dealing with my anxiety over the current situation, hope you will like it. Also, i wrote it on the phone so sorry for the mistakes you may find. )

In the peace of your embrace Andy managed to be the first one falling asleep. Judging by the comments you have heard on his insomnia, he must have been too tired or feeling too comfortable with you in order to accomplish that. Confessing your feelings to each other wasn’t an expected part of your childhood reminiscent ritual, but it happened and you were feeling good about that. Finding out you felt the same for him had surprised him the most, Andy was already insisting on saying you needed someone better and you were claiming over and over there was no one else for you. It got to a point where you started to shut him up with more kisses every time he would start bringing up his flaws. The caresses and reassuring whispers must have relaxed him, so you kept doing that even when you began to notice he was getting sleepy. 

It was a perfect moment, you were almost sure nothing could have possibly ruined it until you felt the vibrations of your phone against the wood of your nightstand. Getting called in the middle of the night was suspicious enough already, only your sister in some severe emergency could justify that. Fearing something could have happened to her, you picked up without caring to consider the fact that the number was unknown. 

If she was in danger, her phone could have got ruined and she could be calling you from anywhere else. 

Your doubtful introductory salute found no direct answer, the person at the other side wanted to hear your voice first. Raven would have never done that, not at least at that hour of the night, so it couldn’t be her. 

It freaked you out a little bit, but you tried not to show it. 

“ In case you are wondering, my favorite scary movie is Halloween … Anything else, jerk?”

The Scream reference obtained a chuckle and you didn’t need anything else to understand what was happening. You looked at Andy, still lost in his sleep, and wondered if it was enough to justify waking him up. 

“ Don’t fuck with me, let’s start with that. Shall we?” 

Chucky was ruining everything again, somehow managing to do it exactly the same as the last time. It was only you hearing his voice in the dark while Andy tried to sleep. 

“ This is not what I expected. “ You admitted, then lowered the tone of your voice trying to speak in whispers. “ Of all the shit I could have imagined you say after decades of silence, I gotta say it’s disappointing. This whole thing is a letdown. I get death assholes don’t sleep but, really? A call in the middle of the night? Have you been watching the Scream movies, Chucky? “ 

He noticed the difference and immediately called you out about it. 

“ He is there, isn’t he? Had he already tried to fuck you and found out you are a frigid bitch?” 

The sick insult was vague enough for you to not be able to tell if he was just taunting you or if he had learned private details of your life touching someone who knew you. 

“ Poor babe is too tired. We are too busy keeping every single child in this town aware of you.” Was your strong sounding comeback. “ You reached my kids, they know one of yours was there and news travels fast. Friends, siblings, cousins … neighbors. Organized children are your downfall, that’s what I learned last time. You ain’t going to get a new family anywhere near, I have eyes everywhere. “ 

“ You are so fucking ungratefull.” He interrupted you, his way of complaining sounding too parent-like to not be twisted. “ I let you be, you could have done anything with your life and yet you dare to get in a business that enters in direct conflict with mine. Couldn’t you let it go? With your failed child actress thing and the daddy issues, I have always imagined you would end up in porn.” 

He disgusted you to the core, keeping in mind you were around five the last time he saw you made your stomach churn.

“ I found my call forced to take responsibility for what you left behind.  My mom got into occultism seeking for answers and found in that a passtime to escape my dad. She even tried to convince me that my fear summoned you in the apartment of the Barclays that night and the place was haunted. Her medium was the only one taking real care of me and we raised my sister, so now I’m a kinder teacher who does palm readings.” 

“The cunt inside your mother’s womb, I’m more excited about paying her a visit than the very little thrill I can get from you. “ He cruelly mocked you. “ The name was a very flattering touch. Did the shrink tell your parents to pick it for positive association? Was she left in charge of fixing your screwed mind from birth? “ 

“You will never get Raven, she will get you.” You pridefully recalled. “ She is the Scrappy of my Scooby and she grew up to my tales of Andy. If you would have come back for me, you would have found me running after another little girl who just put on a mask from her last halloween costume to recklessly chase you around the apartment with a butcher knife in hand.” 

“ Meaning literally everyone else in my list is more interesting than you … Do you see now why I never returned? Little bitch, you were just a replacement for someone else. There was a time when killing you would have given me great pleasure, but I got the real thing and I don’t need you anymore. You are becoming a pain in my ass in vain. Face it, no matter how hard you try you will never make anyone care. Your dad never cared, I didn’t care. Every single man in your life has abandoned you, maybe that’s why you couldn’t let me go.” 

The words were like knives stabbing your soul, silent sobbing brought you back to the very same state you swore you would never come back. A lonely, hurted little girl preyed on by a monster. 

“ If I clinged to my memories, if I choose to stay awake … It was never for you. “ 

Despite not fully awake, Andy was giving signs of being listening to bits of your answers. You gesturally reassured him to stay calm, holding him tighter. 

“ You have been waiting for Prince Charming to return and slay the dragon. Even though he had also abandoned you, you have made excuses for him all your life. “ Chucky insisted, twisting your words the way he wanted. “ Andy is not your salvation, he couldn’t even save himself. You have no idea of the kind of man he grew up to be, I raised him. The bastard is a psycho and you are the last thing he remembers fondly;you really don’t want to be on his side. “ 

The card he was playing with was a powerful one, he truly knew Andy better than you. 

“ Bullshit. You may have broken him, but he is still a good man. A wonderful, broken man.” 

“ He is lost, he picked all the tricks in my handbook … Including how to rope the naive woman you got fixated on into opening the door for you. His obsession with you it’s more dangerous than what you think, before you could realize and fight him he is going to make you his new toy. You are going to spend the rest of your life locked in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and he will be telling you it's the only way for you to be together because he has to protect you from me. He will say he had to do it because he loves you, but he is the real danger. 

The grim speech should have been enough to make you hesitate, but it didn't.

" And you expect me to believe you called to warn me? YOU, of all people? "

" I called to offer you a deal, the same I did the last time … Give me Andy and I will let you and the babygirl live."

That time you were the one chuckling.

" If you really want to turn us against each other you are going to need more than that, Chuck."

Apparently, the cocky negatory wasn't what he expected and his persuasive tactics kept escalating in darkness.

" Deny it all you want, but I'm the last hope you have of walking out of this before Andy shows his true colors. Think carefully, little bitch … or you will remember me when you will be tied up begging him to stop forcing his damn dick inside you. In that shitty cabin no one is going to hear your screaming and he is so gone in his delusion that he will think you like it. He will even try to kiss your tears as he is coming inside, so happy that you are going to have his children!! You will wish i was there to fucking stab your growing womb, pathetic slut!!! It's over, you have no choice but doing as i say. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TO DISRESPECT ME EVER AGAIN. I'M ALL YOU HAVE, BARBIE!"

He hanged up out of sudden, almost as if anger would have made him deviate from his script accidentally.

Andy was awake near the end, your sobbing and the look on your face explained enough.

" He must have found my old therapist, otherwise i have no idea of where he learned so much of me." Was all you could explain. " He called to brag exploiting my traumas. The pregnancy phobia must have made him very proud, he was extra cruel with that. "

Your enamored friend took a deep breath, seeking to contain his anger because you were already terrified.

" You should have woke me up, never let me sleeping again. Even if you can tell he isn't approaching" He sweetly complained, sitting on the bed to hold you in his arms. " Whatever he has told you, remember it's all lies. It's exactly like you told me : he wants you to feel like shit so you won't stand in his way. "

Tears were still falling down your face, but he wasn't going to give up.

" We ruined part of his scheme without having to spill a drop of blood, and that was thanks to you. It's because you are so smart and kind hearted … and you found a usefull lesson in the shit we went through together. One I didn't seen before. Have you heard that ' kill them with kindness' thing? That's you, and Chucky is pissed off that it worked."

The comfort he was attempting to bring you would have worked, making be you all smiles for him, if you wouldn't be haunted by what you heard.

" Andy … Do you have an isolated cabin somewhere? He mentioned that. "

" It's not the most romantic place, but i can assure you it's not the Evil Dead one. " He answered, worried and weirded by you sudden fright. " … No, no, don't give me that look. Fuck, I should have know he would bring that up. "

You released yourself from his grip to stand up at a prudential distance and he let you do it, but the sudden lack of trust seemed to be hurting him.

" I don't know what he said, but I will tell you the truth. I didn't want to do it before because I feared it would scare you away. " He started to explain himself. " The place is a hunter's hideout and i have one of them prisoner there. As far as I can tell, it's the original."

You weren't dissaproving it completely, so you hesitantly awaited for his tale to end.

" I did all kinds of fucked up things to that doll. Kept only the head as a trophy and tried every single method of torture I had available, that's how i discovered the fire trick. You have seen some of that yourself; I can be a bit too trigger happy when it's about hunting him but that's all. "

The mere posibility of loosing you precisely then, ríght after finding himself enjoying a bit of your romantic affection, got him sincerely desperate.

" I would kill protecting you, but I would NEVER hurt you. " He insisted, approaching to round your hips with his arms looking at you with such broken beauty that you could tell he could be about to cry if he wouldn't feel too ashamed of releasing the tears. " You have to believe me, like you always did … Please. "

It was sincere enough for you.

" i'm so sorry, baby. He had spent more time with you than I ever got, made me feel as if he knew better. " You explained, caressing his face. " He said such horrible things, he wanted me to fear you … It felt exactly as when he threatened me as a kid, he even used the old nickname … Barbie, I can't look at one of those dolls without remembering it. "

As you were speaking, and encouraged by your well receivement, he placed a few pecks on your lower belly. The fabric of your nightgown was a barrier to reach your skin, but that wasn't necesarily the point.

It was a reassuring gesture to prove his devotion loving the spot of you that Chucky hurted. His sweet attentions only stopped to the mention of that name.

" Are you sure he said that? "

Only then you realized you have never told him that specific detail.

" Of course! It was an inside thing he had with me. Whenever he would loose his patience, he would start calling me Barbie. I believe he intends to mock my femminity as fragility. Definitely a mysoginistic thing implying weakness and reliance on him. I was this pink lover girly girl, never have been the queen of challenging gender norms, and I guess Barbie was easier to come up with than Daphne. "

Your guesses didn't convince him.

" … Barbarah Pierce. " He whispered to himself, connecting dots out loud despite you could still hear. " Shit, I'm being such a jerk, there is something else you need to know. "

He encouraged you to climb back on the bed with him before starting and held your hand the whole time.

" You were ríght all along, what Chucky told you that time must had been a twisted version of the truth. " He admitted, hesitant to carry on because he feared your reaction even more than before. " There was another family before mine: a woman and her two daughters. The eldest was of your same age and her name was Barbarah. "

The very few things he knew about the Pierces came from what he managed to read online and his failed experience trying to save Nica. Still, he told you all he could and there was no doubt that had to be the true origin of the nickname. In you Chucky found a reminder of another little girl he despised and that was all. You understood why Andy kept silence on the matter, since untill then he couldn't tell for sure if there was a connection and he didn't want to trigger you in vain. That was your worst nightmare, just like he had the memories of each time the doll attempted to possess him. He was being so considerate of your pain and you loved him for that, but there was no way you would let it go. Andy knew it well. He ended up being the one sedating you with reassurance untill you both finally managed to get some sleep.

That didn't stop you from freaking out the morning after. Kyle offered herself to make breakfast, since she was almost sure you had lost your mind because of Chucky's call. The siblings were watching you sip bits of coffee while nervously revisiting a pile of old books, handwritten notebooks, letters and packs of notes.

Inheritance of your deceased medium friend that you revisited with desperation to find anything usefull.

" You must be scared and I completely understand you… Wouldn't you prefer to talk about it?"

You closed the book before replying her.

" I already called Raven and she is fine, but i don't know for how long. I am aware she is perfectly capable of kicking his ass if he tries to kill her, but never stopped to think what would I do if he possesses her. I'm not going to let her alone for him to take and i am not abandoning Barbie's sister either. "

Before Andy could attempt to calm you down, you pointed at the pile.

" Pick one and start digging, we are looking for anything that could work as an exorcism or to possibly prevent possession."

Your serious determination made him chuckle a little bit.

" … This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. You will get as obsessed as i am, only through a different route. "

He checked the things you recommended him and while digging the pile he did a very strange finding.

" The fuck is this ? "

Picking that particular item from the pile, he then showed it arround.

A Voddoo for Dummies book. Kyle bursted into laughter noticing you mixed that with real stuff.

" Remember when I told you that despite i don't appear in the front page of the search, eventually people always find out? Someone gave me that as a phrank gift like a decade ago. " You explained to them." Even if it's not legit, it can serve as a guide for the mythology. "

He gave you a skeptical look, more amused than concerned.

" Whatever you say, gorgeous. "

Curiosity did make him look into it briefly, but he wasn't actually reading it. It wasn't surprising that you found something first because you knew what you were looking for.

" THE HERMETIC PRINCIPLE!!!" You cheered yourself in a language nobody else was understanding. " How did i missed it? Nadia told me about that so many times!!! Ughhhh, i'm such a dumbass!!! "

" English, please?" Kyle mocked you. " If it's good news, how good is it?"

" Maybe not enough for an exorcism, but it may work as a preventive hack. " You began to ramble away. " When I was told about it I would call it the Upside Down Rule, a bassic prínciple bonding things with their natural contraries. Surprisingly, an example of it was portrayed in Pirates of the Caribbean 3. If the theory is correct, we may just have to twist Chucky's chant to turn his words against him. "

The precise explanation was concluded with a pridefull smile. Despite of how strange it was, the idea has still a sense of inside logic that the audience catched.

Amazed as he was, Andy kissed you ríght there and without any warnings.

" Dating isn't enough, i should marry you. " He sweetly joked ríght afterwards. " ... And then you wonder why he did that? He must be desperate! Soon he would be paying us a visit. "

His lovely encouragement did work that time

" Excellent moment to test the theory. "

Kyle remained silent for an instant, untill realizing nobody seemed to acknowledge what just happened.

" So, Chucky called and you both are going to start dating …. Is there anything else that i missed last night? "

#andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #alex vincent #chucky #chucky fanfiction

[heytheredeann]

Whumpcember, Day 18 - Betrayal

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 02, Emotional Hurt, not much comfort tbh, Strained Relationships, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg is Bad at Feelings, mentions of Ciri, Hopeful Ending            

Notes: This is a small canon divergence in which events after 2x07 went a little differently: Ciri wasn’t possessed, there was a battle against the evil witch where Yennefer almost died (not via self-sacrifice), but Geralt, that was probably in a corner protecting Ciri, left her with Lambert and went to help Yennefer instead. They fought together, won, and then still left with Ciri. All to have this conversation LOOOL. Enjoy!

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“Why did you save me?” she asks, eyes fixated on the fire in front of them. Ciri is already sleep, curled up in her bedroll at arm’s reach from Geralt. If the child hadn’t been the one to position herself there, Yennefer would be all but certain that he put himself between them on purpose, as a protective gesture and a slight to her.

“What kind of question is that?” he asks, after a heavy silence that stretched longer than it’s comfortable.

She snorts, this time turning to him with her eyebrows raised. “First you make a big show of how much you despise me now,” she begins, and somehow her voice doesn’t waver, even as she can feel something bleed in her chest at the memory of his disdain for her. “Then you go out of your way to save my life instead of just letting me die, and you expect me not to confront you about it?”

In spite of her eyes fixated on him, which she’s sure he can feel, he doesn’t turn, apparently focused on rekindling the fire—it doesn’t need rekindling, but he keeps playing around with it anyway, and it pisses her off.

“Not to mention how you asked me to join you on the road to be Ciri’s new teacher,” she adds, because that is certainly odd too. You would think he wouldn’t trust her to be anywhere near him or the child.

“You are the only one who made any real progress with her,” he says, with a shrug. “And you are the most powerful mage I know.”

If he thinks flattery will get him anywhere, he’s dead wrong. “Still doesn’t answer my first question,” she counters, coolly.

Some might say she shouldn’t be looking at the gifted horse in the mouth, but—she doesn’t want his charity. She begged him to understand, and he rejected her, so now he doesn’t get to just save her life and let her join them in their travels without saying a word about it.

He made it clear that he hates her, so he doesn’t get to delude her that that isn’t the case.

[More on Ao3]

#whumpcember2022 #yenralt #yenralt fic #the witcher fic #geralt x yennefer #yennefer x geralt #the witcher #the witcher netflix #not spn #my fanfic #i won't have time to post tonight so here it is loool

[artemis32]

Hi! could you do a platonic yandere one shot of Gojo? where the reader is his daughter, like a jealous and protective father with his cute mochi! I really love this childish man.

Thanks for reading me XOXO

Platonic Yandere Gojo Satoru I

Hi :)) I'm sorry I took so long to get to this, I'm absolutely swamped with exams and assignments, and a bunch of wips.

Also, we're going into winter now, I'm so excited for the cold weather :))

This is my first ask/request, so I'm not 100% sure how this is supposed to work, so here you go. I really hope this is at least somewhat how you wanted it. Please note, I altered the ages of the characters a bit to better fit the storyline.

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Part II

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Your birth could have come about in one of two ways.

Firstly, and the one that I believe to be more likely - it could have been an accident. A one night stand, a brief relationship, something like that.

Whether the woman tells him about her pregnancy or not, he’ll find out eventually. 

The second option, one that isn’t really possible in my mind - it was an arranged relationship. The higher ups, those in charge of the jujutsu world, decided that they needed someone who was tied to Gojo, someone he cared for. They wanted someone who would be more easily manipulated to their will, and someone they could use as a means of controlling the strongest sorcerer.

So a woman was chosen, the a female sorcerer from one of the top three clans, someone who had great potential, but had been sidelined because of her gender, someone who had been controlled by the rules of the jujutsu world her whole life. After all, women weren’t viewed as equal to men in the jujutsu world.

Gojo was reluctant and moody throughout the entirety of the negotiations leading up to it, especially considering he would have been quite young, most likely in his late teens. This would be around the time he starts acting out, becoming more reckless and stubborn.

I don’t think he’d be particularly drawn to the woman he’s forced to be with - he does the bare minimum, eager to get on with his life. 

Either way, you were born. A beautiful baby girl.

There had been a few complications with your birth, and your mother had passed shortly after she’d held and named you.

Gojo Satoru hadn’t ever thought about having children. He loved them, sure. He was kind to them, and often tried his hardest to make sure they got the childhood he never had. By this time, he would already have started teaching at Jujutsu Tech.

But teaching was different - he truly didn’t intend to have children of his own. 

No, he didn’t want to subject anyone to what he’d been through. He didn’t even want a child growing up in the jujutsu world in general. 

If he had learnt anything over the years, it was that this world stole your life away from you. Childhood, freedom, family and friends, all of it slipped away over time. Even being the strongest didn’t keep those he loved safe from the fate shared among all jujutsu sorcerers.

Assuming you were conceived after a one night stand, when he first found out about you, he was in shock. To his credit, he hid it well, playing it off with his usual childish humour and cocky attitude. But beneath his cool façade, he was panicking. This isn’t what he wanted. And now that the higher ups knew, there was nothing he could do to protect his child, or the mother of his child. 

He was saddened to hear of your mother’s passing. He felt guilty, believing that her death could have been avoided, had she not fallen pregnant. He also felt guilty about subjecting you to loss and death at such a young age. He didn’t want you to feel guilty or sad about your mother’s death.

For the first few days following your birth, he refused to go anywhere near you. He was afraid of what would happen once he saw you. He was afraid you’d cry, that you’d somehow pick up on his guilt, that you’d blame him. But most of all, he was afraid that he’d love you.

He didn't want you in his life, he didn't want to put you in danger like that.

The nurses insisted that he be there to comfort you. After all, you had no other family, it was just you and your father. You were restless, as if you could sense the death and despair following your birth.

So he sucked it up, suppressed his own feelings of guilt and sadness. He needed to be there for you - his daughter.

The sound of your cries filled the corridor, getting louder as he neared your room. He slid the shoji open, plastering a large, stiff smile onto his face, cooing to you as he approached your crib. He ushered the nurses away from you, gently picking you up and cradling you in his arms, rocking you slowly as your cries quietened down. 

And at that moment, he fell in love with you.

His beautiful baby girl.

How could he possibly have made you wait this long? All of his previous fears seemed ridiculous as he stared down at you in awe.

You looked a lot like your mother. You had her beautiful hair, a small tuft already grown on your head. You also had her nose and her bright eyes.

The only traces of himself that he could see in you were your small lips and eye shape.

You were beautiful, his little miracle.

Something about the way you stared up at him made his heart swell, a wave of protectiveness rushing over him as he ordered everyone out of the room, never taking his eyes off of you.

No one dared to protest, and they all left without another word.

Gojo Satoru vowed to himself, and to whatever higher power there may be in the world, that he would protect you with his very life.

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You’re a quiet child. Not nervous or shy, just quiet.

Plenty of people question whether or not you’re truly Gojo Satoru’s child - how could you be so calm all the time. Surely you should have inherited your father’s energetic, charismatic personality. 

Gojo hated when people asked if you were really his daughter. He tended to be a bit more hostile than necessary when people said anything about you.

He was an attentive father, making sure he was there for you as often as possible. He was there for every milestone, every birthday, every holiday. He was there when you had a nightmare, when you felt sick, when you were excited because you learnt a new word or drew a picture of the two of you.

He was there for everything. 

Sometimes though, there were times that he couldn’t be there. 

When you fell and scraped your knee at the age of four, he was in Kyoto exorcising curses. When you found a stray dog, abandoned in some dark alleyway, he was at Jujutsu Tech, teaching a class. When you first saw a curse - a monstrous blob, incapable of stringing together a few words - he was in a meeting with the higher ups. 

Even at that age, barely old enough to read, you’d understood the stress your father was under. You made it a point to never bother him with much, not wanting him to worry about you when he already had a lot on his plate.

What you didn’t know was that he kept track of every one of your movements. Every breath you took, everywhere you went, everything you did, every time you blinked - he knew everything. 

He was so paranoid, so scared to lose another person he loved.

So he kept tabs on everything you did.

The person who’d bumped into and knocked you down had disappeared the following day. The stray you’d been cooing over had been presented to you as a gift a week later, looking healthy and clean after a bit of pampering. The curse you’d encountered had been brutally exorcised, quickly being disposed of once Gojo found it.

This behaviour continued all throughout your life, and you were none the wiser.

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Megumi was likely your only friend, and he wasn't exactly expressive.

The day your father had told you that you'd be meeting a new friend, someone who would come by every now and then, you'd been ecstatic.

Up until that point, you'd been coddled and babied by your father constantly, and while you loved him dearly, you were eager to meet new people, someone your own age.

When you'd first met Megumi, he'd been cold and abrasive, brushing off any questions you asked him and treating you like an idiot.

Gojo had to hold back from throwing him across the room, but when he saw that Megumi's words didn't bother you, he reigned in his temper a bit.

He regretted it almost immediately when he realised that you and Megumi had become friends. Honestly, that was worse than him brushing you off.

Now all of your attention was constantly on your new friend, and you rarely paid any mind to your whiny father - a fact that he was sure to bring up at least five times a day.

Your father's dramatic demeanour never bothered you. In fact, it was somewhat of a comfort to you. He was always able to put you in a good mood, no matter the circumstances.

Megumi's sister, Tsumiki, was like an older sister to you too. You rarely saw her, but when you did, you eagerly asked her many questions and gladly accepted any attention she gave you.

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You'd only ever interacted with a small handful of people - your father and Megumi being the people you saw most often.

Growing up as isolated as you had, you never really had any interest in leaving your comfort zone, or your father's side.

Which is why Gojo Satoru had almost had a heart attack when you approached him one day and asked if you could join Jujutsu Tech as a student.

Sure, he knew this might happen one day. He knew you'd want to leave your home and see what the world had to offer.

He just never imagined that you'd want to leave this early. What made your request even worse is that you wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

It seemed as if his worst fears were coming to fruition. You wanted to leave him. He didn't want to lose you, not after he had already lost so many people.

He became silent, and his face turned blank before he told you to give him some time to think.

You nodded and ran off to some other corner of the house, believing that your father would make the best decision for you. He always would.

Now, Gojo knew he couldn't tell you no, especially not with his only reasoning being his own fears.

So he thought it through, and came up with a way to keep you safe.

He already knew that Megumi cared for you, probably more than he should. But that wasn't something he could be upset about - not when it played in his favour.

You scrambled into the room when he called for you, eager to hear his final decision.

He looked at you for a long moment, staring at his pride and joy, his reason for living. If anything ever happened to you, he knew that he'd have no reason to continue on. He'd already lost so much, he never wanted to lose you.

Pulling himself out of his reverie, he plasters on a smile before talking to you.

"Welcome, first year student of Jujutsu Tech!"

You tackle him in a hug, nearly knocking him down on your excitement.

He laughs along with you, suggesting an extravagant dinner as a celebration.

At the back of his mind, words of concern tug at him. He suppresses them, shoving them into the darkest corners of his mind.

He truly tried to be a good father. Sure he was protective and jealous, but he cared for you and made sure to put you first.

That was enough.

Right?

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The second years all loved you, naturally.

At first they'd been skeptical, dreading having to deal with a mini Gojo. One was enough work, two was sure to send them to an early grave.

They'd been pleasantly surprised by your calm demeanour, and they were captivated by how their ever eccentric teacher turned into such a gentle person around you - all soft words and light hugs.

Maki was by far your favourite amongst the second years. Her abrasive personality cracked when you were around, and you treated her a lot like one would an older sister. Your relationship with her was a lot different than your relationship with Tsumiki.

She constantly teased you, and was more than willing to train with you. She was also sure to yank Gojo aside when he tried to steal your attention away.

Panda tended to smother you in a hugs whenever he saw you, often forgetting that you needed to breathe. He also slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying you around while insisting that you didn't need to walk.

Inumaki was the person you went to when you needed a laugh. After you deciphered his language of ingredients, you'd found that he was perhaps the funniest student in all of Jujutsu Tech. His cursed technique also fascinated you.

You'd heard plenty of stories about the infamous Yuta Okkotsu, but unfortunately you'd never met him. When he had first come to Jujutsu Tech, your father had kept him far away from you, concerned about your wellbeing.

By the time you'd joined Jujutsu Tech, he'd been sent away on a mission in Africa with a fellow jujutsu sorcerer.

Megumi was the only first year you knew, and as you excited as you were to meet other new people, you were also very happy that you'd be with someone you already knew.

Your father knew how excited you were and he was happy to see you this carefree. He also knew that it would be good for you to finally be around people your own age, not just Megumi.

While he understood and appreciated how everyone fawned over you, a part of him felt angry about it. You were his. His daughter. His ray of sunshine. His.

It pained him at times to see you interact so happily with other people, to see your attention on people other than him. 

But he sucked it up, buried his feelings of jealously. He did it for you. Because he knew how much you loved being out, with people your own age, how much you enjoyed living like a teenager for once.

He allowed you this bit of freedom, because no matter how much it pained him, he made a vow to himself that no one would be allowed to steal away anyone’s youth, not even himself. 

That was why he was very grateful for the students you were surrounded with. He knew that they all liked you, and that if push came to shove, they would protect you if he couldn’t.

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You heard from your father that there would be another first year - a girl from somewhere in the countryside. She would be joining Jujutsu Tech, and it would be her first time in the big city, a fact that you were very excited about. You couldn’t wait to show her around and ask her all about life in the countryside.

Of course, things changed once there was another addition to the first years. 

You’d been given strict orders to stay away from certain areas of Jujutsu Tech, and you were placed in the third years’ care while your father and the higher ups took care of some problem that had arisen.

After a bit of prodding, your father revealed that the newest first year was in fact the vessel for the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen. Before you were even able to ask, he told you firmly that there was no way you’d be allowed anywhere near him.

But as always, your father gave in soon after that, allowing you to finally join your fellow first years in lessons and missions. On the condition that himself or Megumi were always by your side.

Yuuji and Nobara were besotted with you from the very first moment they laid their eyes on you. How could someone so soft and sweet be related to their childish teacher. Of course, they treated you with the utmost amount of care, something that greatly eased Gojo’s worries.

****

Over all, most of the people you encountered at Jujutsu Tech would love you, and Gojo would feel slightly more at ease, knowing that you’d be safe whether he was there or not.

That doesn’t mean he’s any less possessive. He'd be sure to constantly give you the easiest missions, and pair you up with the strongest student available. He make sure that people went easy on you in training, and that you were always well taken care of.

He’d take you to small cafes all over Japan for lunch, or sightseeing overseas if you needed a break. He would never take you with him on missions - he knew he was strong, but he would never put your life in any unnecessary danger.

You’d also better pray that you never get so much as a scratch while on a mission. Because if anything ever happens to you - well, you’ll never leave the Gojo clan estate ever again. No amount of begging from anyone will ever get Gojo to change his mind on that.

And if you got hurt because of someone else’s negligence...

Their death would not be a swift one. He would be sure to show them exactly why he was considered the strongest. Human or curse - no one would be safe from his wrath if anything ever happened to you.

As for romantic relationships - Gojo would prefer to deal with that problem when it came. Thinking about it made him shake with suppressed anger. No one would take his daughter from him. No one.

If you decided you loved someone - well, he was sure you’d forget about them soon enough, especially if they suddenly disappear without so much as a goodbye.

And if you ever found out exactly what he’d done to keep you safe all your life?

Well, he had no problem confining you to your bedroom. It’s not as if you could escape - Gojo Satoru was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer for a reason.

Overall, he's a good father, and I think that the possessiveness he displays presents itself as a combination of his personality, and a fathers protectiveness.

He would never hurt you, but other people aren't as lucky. He has no qualms about getting rid of people that get between the two of you, especially if they try to hurt you - or worse, if they claim they love you. There's no way anyone loves you more than he does.

And he'll do anything to prove that.

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Scenario: Levels of Intimacy

Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

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[sinnabonka]

It’s cursed speculation time: worst case scenario

I’m drunk Chuck and this post is my design for the ending. Or, I am Gabe from “Mystery Spot” and i am here to teach you a lesson.

Disclaimer: I believe with my whole heart that nothing from this post is anywhere near what we are getting. It’s me being sarcastic. It’s a joke. I think I’m being hilarious, please don’t take it away from me. None of this should be taken seriously. On the opposite, the solemn goal of this post is to show that you should put all the negativity aside and stop worrying. We are up for a happy end!

You can check my opinion here and here.

About ep 19 here.

Light, camera aaaand action!

Cas is not coming back. He just isn’t. The best season arc ever written in Supernatural? Oh no, you are just seeing things again.

Has been to empty before, bounced back twice? Naaaah, this time it’s different. This time it’s for good. No further explanation, just take my word for it.

Regarding Dean. He is not feeling this way about Cas, he can’t reciprocate and he won’t, this was a strictly brotherly relationship for him all way long. The looks? The jokes? The prayer? The parallels with Cain and his wife, with Sam and Eileen, Charlie and Stevie? The despair every time he loses Cas? He’s just a flirty little drama queen, sweetie, and you are delusional.

Sure, he is brokenhearted by the loss of a friend, but never mentions to either Sam or Jack what has really happened in the bunker. Why? Castiel is gone, that’s enough. No reflection on the matter whatsoever, they won’t ever speak of him again.

Character development who? Dean is still an angry man with his rock music, his car and his daddy issues, with “DON’T DESERVE - DON’T CARE” tattooed on his knuckles.

Cas’ confession goes in vain, as well as his sacrifice. Dean doesn’t get the message.

Dean keeps the jacket on as a reminder how hard he fucked up with the whole kill Bill(y) idea. It’s the coal fueling his anger, you know, the only thing Dean Winchester knows.

There’s also guilt, caused by the idea that, at the end of the day, Dean is the reason Cas is dead. Silly angel puts another brick in the wall of his self-hatred. The wall so high he soon won’t need Falcon 9 to reach Mars.

Forgiveness? Redemption? Learning, discovering new things about himslef for at least the last five years? Uh-huh, thanks, but no thanks.

Jack who? Something definitely went wrong with Billy’s plan of taking Chuck out, but we just pretend it never happened. We need Jack to sacrifice himself somehow, for the only acceptable ending, so he simply goes supernova. Again. But this time doesn’t miss.

What about Ruby? What about “you made it loud”? What about Lucifer attempting to get out? “Last time it took all the archangels to cage me” anyone?

Just sweep it all under the rug and forget it ever happened, for god’s sake, it’s not like every second of the show has to actually mean something.

The issue of Jack dying is also never addressed ever again, it just was meant to end this way. No biggie. His troubled relationship with Dean? Their touching conversations with Cas and Sam? The character’s arc screaming “I’m perceived evil, but I don’t want to be” not finished? Come again?

The show is about family. The Winchester family. And following the logic of never ending brothers’ deathly ping pong, it all ends with one of them dying during the fight. To save the second one, of course.

Which one? Dean always throws scissor, so it’s kinda predestined.

How? Heroically, given his unhelthy and unhelpful tendency to put everyone but himslef first. He didn’t even have to die, we see it clearly later, it’s done just for the sake of the Winchesters early seasons dynamics. Dibs on dying first!

Bobby? Eileen? Charlie? Another twenty humans? Sorry, kinda forgot to write them back into the script after they’ve vanished.

Let’s say they are not dead, just away. That’s a happy thought, right?

Everyone we cared about for years is either dead or gone, monsters are still lurking under the kids’ beds, but at least God is dead. That’s a win!

Fifteen years, a few apocalypses, a handful of deathes - yet no reflection, no regret, no lessons learned. The message from the creators: no matter what’s the journey, you still end up where you begun.

The last Winchester takes Impala, salts and burns the dead, and finally drives back to Stanford, following the dream of finally doing law after the exhausting years of killing, being killed and all the side effects.

And to celebrate the beginning of his normal life, Sam hits a dog, for crying out loud.

Happy end!

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Could you please write Jason and Y/N (Father of Mine Universe) with prompts 48, 31, and maybe 30? could go either way.

Even if you choose not to write this, thanks for creating Father of Mine, it's one of my favorite fics!

Father of Mine

48. Using your body to shield them from attack.

31. Hurriedly checking for their pulse.

30. Performing CPR when they stop breathing.

Jason and Y/N were walking along the water after getting dinner.

Most of the harbors in Gotham were run by one crime lord or another. Which meant that there were very few areas on the water for civilians to enjoy – or feel safe. 

But Jason knew of a strip that was under the radar.

There were a few other couples with the same idea. And random groups of kids and teenagers hanging out and messing around.

Jason was relaxed.

That was his first mistake.

Jason had immediately clocked a random middle-aged man who was covered in sweat and was visibly trembling.

Being far too familiar with the sight, Jason assumed the guy was another unfortunate addict. 

But then he noticed the man was carrying a backpack.

Jason had all of 5 seconds to realize what was about to happen.

He shielded Y/N with his body while screaming as loud as he could, “Get down!”

Jason knew he couldn’t save everyone, and Y/N would always be his number one priority.

The next second, the bomb exploded.

The impact knocked Jason unconscious.

For how long, he had no idea.

He was disoriented from the explosion, his ears ringing from tinnitus and his vision struggling to focus from the vertigo. Yet, somehow he could still hear the beating of his heart in his eardrums. 

People were screaming in pain around him and others were crying as they looked down at their loved ones. Half the harbor was on fire from the explosion. Cement and debris was everywhere. Jason’s hair was grey from it.

He blinked and then panicked.

“Y/N!” Jason screamed when he realized she wasn’t anywhere near him.

He jumped to his feet and whipped around in every direction looking for her.

“Y/N!” He screamed even louder, his throat burning from the effort.

Then he realized when the explosion when off they had been standing next to the railing that blocked off the water. The railing that had now been blasted away and into the harbor.

Jason sprinted to the edge and looked down at the black water below.

Without hesitation, he dove into the depths.

It was almost impossible to see anything.

But just seconds later, he found Y/N unconscious and completely submerged.

Jason had never swam faster in his life.

But when they breached, Y/N didn’t gasp for air.

She was completely unconscious.

Jason’s eyes darted around, trying to find their escape.

By some miracle, there was a rusty ladder that led back up to the pier from the water.

Jason put Y/N’s body over his shoulder as he climbed the ladder, silently praying that the metal didn’t break under their combined weight.

When they reached the top, he gently laid her down and his fingers shot to the pulse point at her neck.

Nothing.

“No, no, no,” Jason mumbled. “Y/N. Come on, baby. You’re not doing this to me.”

He found his Red Hood comm in the pocket of his jacket, and put it to his hear.

“Contact Bruce,” he commanded the AI as he started performing CPR on Y/N.

“What is it?” Bruce answered with slight panic. 

Jason had never called him like this before. And therefore Bruce knew immediately something terrible happened.

“Get the fucking jet here right now,” Jason growled.

“What’s happened?” Bruce asked, but it was obvious he was moving around already to leave.

“There was an explosion. She doesn’t have a pulse and she’s not breathing,” it was all Jason was capable of giving him. “Just get the fucking jet here now!”

He didn’t have time to explain more and hung up. And he didn’t have to say Y/N’s name for Bruce know who he was talking about. There was only one woman in Jason’s life that would have him sounding so panicked and desperate.

Jason continued his CPR, fully focused now that he knew Bruce was on the way.

Still nothing.

He did another round of compressions.

Jason’s eyes started watery as his mind began to believe that Y/N wasn’t going to make it.

He wouldn’t survive.

Y/N had changed his life. She made him better, made him good, made him want to worker harder – do literally anything to become the man she deserved and to continue to be deserving of her love.

“Please,” Jason whimpered. “Please don’t leave me.”

But then Y/N’s eyes shot open and she immediately turned over and started coughing up water.

“Holy fuck,” Jason gasped in relief at the sight.

Y/N continued coughing until her throat was scratched and dry.

Jason rubbed her back, trying to comfort her without preventing her body from getting all the water out of her lungs.

After she finished, she was shaking from being freezing cold and from the shock.

Despite him also being wet, Jason put his coat over her shoulders.

“Don’t ever fucking do that to me again,” Jason begged Y/N as he pulled her into his arms. 

He kissed the crown of her head and hoped his body heat would be enough to warm her up.

“What happened?” Her voice had never been raspier and it was now quivering.

“A bomb went off. I thought I shielded you from it, but the impact must’ve thrown you into the harbor.”

“I’m OK,” she tried to tell him. But her shaking voice was unconvincing. 

Jason wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon.

It was only 5 minutes later that the batplane touched down on what remained of the pier.

Jason looked up to see Dick, Tim, and Damian jump out and immediately start helping the injured.

But Bruce, dressed in his Batman uniform, was walking straight to Jason and Y/N.

“She needs to go to a hospital,” Jason called out when Bruce was a few yards away. “Her heart stopped beating and her lungs took in too much water.”

Jason knew Bruce wouldn’t argue with taking Y/N there immediately.

Bruce was clearly relieved at seeing his daughter alive and conscious. But that didn’t mean she was in the clear. Nearly drowning still had its risks. If her heart stopped beating, she was in danger of brain damage or pneumonia.

“I’ll take her. You help the others,” Bruce ordered as he stepped forward to take Y/N from Jason’s arms.

“Like fucking hell I am,” Jason growled as he stood up with Y/N in his arms.

Bruce was about to fight him on it, but then he met Y/N’s eyes. Her skin was pale and almost had a blue tint to it. She looked so small and vulnerable in Jason’s arms. Not like the strong and grown woman that had first strutted into Wayne Manor.

“I’m not leaving her,” Jason added for good measure.

Bruce finally sighed and nodded. “Take the jet. You know where to go. I’ll meet you there.”

Before Jason could carry her away, Y/N whispered, “What about the others?” 

Her eyes tried to look around her boyfriend’s broad shoulders to see the other victims.

“B is going to help them,” Jason gently told her. He even angled his body to block her line of sight. She didn’t need to see any of it. 

“We already have ambulance and firemen on the way,” Bruce added, hoping it would convince her further not to worry herself. 

There was nothing she could do for them anyway. 

Then Bruce locked eyes with Jason. “Go. Get out of here. Take care of her.”

“Always,” Jason muttered quickly before hurrying Y/N to the jet.

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Y/N woke up to two low voices clearly having a serious discussion, but trying to keep their voices down.

When she opened her eyes, Y/N realized she was in a hospital room. But it wasn’t just any room. It seemed like a five-star hotel with how fancy it was. It didn’t have that sterile smell or those harsh fluorescent lights that caused headaches.

“It was a turf war,” Bruce told Jason quietly. “Carmine has jurisdiction over the harbor the two of you were at tonight. But Farrelli wanted it for himself. He forced his latest victim to bring the bomb.”

Jason crossed his arms. “So, the guy was dead either way, Farrelli just thought he’d put him to some use before he murdered him.”

Bruce nodded. “And kill five more people with him.”

“Five people died?” Y/N burst out without realizing it.

Both men’s heads whipped in her direction.

“You’re awake,” Jason sighed and immediately rushed to her side.

“What hospital am I at?” She mumbled, looking around again.

“Gotham General,” he told her as he sat on the edge of the bed to face her.

Jason gently grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. But he had no intention of letting it go, keeping a tight hold and rubbing his thumb back and forth across her skin.

Bruce was slower to join them as he walked with his hands in his pant pockets.

“This isn’t Gotham General,” she commented with a suspicious gaze. 

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Well, as soon as Bruce arrived, they realized that you’re Gotham royalty by blood, and brought you to a special suite.”

Then Y/N’s eyes slowly moved to her father. “Five people died from the explosion?”

She needed to know. But she also knew that both men would try to protect her from possible survivor’s guilt.

So Bruce just nodded.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asked, trying to distract her by changing the subject.

“Tired. And my throat is sore,” she admitted with a light shrug.

Then she looked up at Jason and really took him in.

There were dark shadows under his eyes – the eyes that were still a bit bloodshot. 

Had he been crying? She hadn’t registered that. 

His hair was a mess, probably from drying haphazardly after jumping into the water to save her.

“Are you OK?” She asked.

It would be right on brand for Jason to risk his life saving her, but ignore any and all injures that he’d received from the same life-threatening travesty.

“I’m fine. Always am,” Jason reassured her too quickly.

Bruce chimed in,“We were all just worried about you, Y/N.”

Both men knew her next question was going to be about the well-being of Damian, Dick, and Tim.

“Can we go home?” She asked softly.

Y/N had always hated hospitals. And once her mother got cancer, Y/N absolutely despised them. Now all she had attached to them was bad memories that constantly threatened to trigger her. 

“They just need to get a scan back, make sure everything’s good,” Jason tried to comfort her. “Once that’s good, I’ll take you home.”

He knew her distaste for hospitals and was prepared for her to want to escape at the earliest opportunity.

“Scan?” Y/N questioned.

“You didn’t have a pulse,” Bruce explained. “You have a concussion. We need to make sure there was no brain damage or any lasting side effects.”

“Right,” she mumbled, trying not to sound worried.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jason reassured her as he cupped her cheek.

“Perhaps you should stay at the manor for a few days,” Bruce offered. “You can relax and not be bothered.”

“She can not be bothered in our apartment,” Jason interrupted, giving him side eye.

“Jason…” Y/N warned gently.

She knew the signs of Jason getting worked up. The fire in his eyes was always something Y/N could read – more than anyone else.

Bruce wasn’t offended by Jason’s little snipe. He was used to his temper. But his gaze did turn rather serious. 

“Could I talk to you outside for a moment?”

Jason was about to refuse, not wanting to leave Y/N’s side. But he knew that would just most likely lead to an argument. And Y/N didn’t need to hear or see that. She was already exhausted and recovering. The last thing she needed was to witness was her father and boyfriend going at it – especially over her.

So Jason just nodded and stormed out of the room.

The quicker they got this over with, the better.

As soon as the door closed, Jason was sizing Bruce up.

“What exactly is your next move?” Bruce questioned.

“I’m going after Farrelli,” Jason rumbled, as if it was obvious.

No one put Y/N in danger and got away with it. Jason had already come up with a plan on how to seek his revenge. 

It was going to be gruesome and dirty, but nothing less than what the bastards deserved.

Bruce clearly had expected this answer. “So do you plan on doing that while you take care of Y/N?” And he tilted his head as he challenged Jason.

“Are you really trying to stop me?”

Bruce took a step forward. “No, Jason. I’m trying to protect you from yourself. You get blinded by vengeance. And I let you get away with it. But now your actions don’t just effect you…they effect her, too.”

Jason blinked.

“Y/N needs you right now. Even though she will act like she doesn’t.” Bruce inhaled. “If you’re going to put revenge over her wellbeing, she should stay at the manor.”

This was a somewhat of a warning – an opportunity for Jason to do the right thing before he could make his mistake.

Jason’s head hung low now. “I can’t let him get away with it. She almost died, Bruce.”

“And he won’t. But we’ll take care of it,” Bruce promised.

Jason thought it about a moment, before he finally nodded slowly. “I think the manor would be good. But I won’t leave her.”

“I never said you had to,” Bruce corrected.

Jason nodded again and made his way to the door of Y/N’s room again.

“Jason?” Bruce called.

He turned around with an eyebrow quirked.

“Thank you for saving her life.”

Jason tried not to roll his eyes, but took a few steps back to Bruce. 

“You have your opinions about me and her, I’m sure. But I want to make this is clear: I’m always going to protect her. Always. What happened tonight is never going to happen again. I’d die protecting her.”

Jason didn’t wait for Bruce’s response before turning back around. 

But just as he opened Y/N’s door her heard, “I know, Jason. I’ve always known.”

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Jason was able to convince Y/N to stay at the manor.

And she surprisingly agreed – as long as he came with her.

Alfred spoiled her rotten with all of her favorite meals. He was constantly bring her tea or coffee. 

Damian ordered all of his pets to keep her company and cuddle with her. To the point where Jason was annoyed because there was literally no space for him.

Tim downloaded a hundred movies for her to watch. 

Dick sent flowers and chocolates. 

Even Clark stopped by when he heard what happened. 

Unbeknownst to Y/N, all the boys and Bruce were working on taking down Farrelli. 

If Jason was the man from just a few years ago, Farrelli’s corpse would already be rotting somewhere in Gotham. But he had changed. Now they had to do things the right way.

Jason stuck to Y/N’s side like glue. He hovered, watched her like a hawk, wouldn’t let her do anything on her own.

After of a few days of this, Y/N finally had enough.

“You gonna talk to me anytime soon?” She asked him in bed on their third night.

Jason broke their eye contact.

“Jason. Please?” She whispered.

Silence filled the room.

“I can’t do it.”

Her brow furrowed. “Can’t do what?”

For a split moment, she thought he was about to try and break up with her. 

“I can’t watch you get hurt again. I just…I can’t.”

She cupped his cheeks. “But I’m right here. And I’m fine, Jason.”

“When I…” He hesitated. “When I died. I knew it was coming. I saw the bomb counting down and I knew there was no escape. I accepted my fate. I knew I was going to die. And I was scared.” 

Jason shook his head and took in a deep breath, “But Y/N…that was nothing compared to what I felt when I was convinced I’d lost you. I’m never been so fucking terrified in my life.”

Y/N smothered him with her embrace. “I’m so sorry for scaring you. But I’m OK. Please just focus on that. Please.”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Jason whispered into her hair. “This place was hell before I met you. And I have no fuckin’ interest in fighting it without you.”

Y/N wished she could promise Jason that she would never leave him. But she was the child of a mother who passed far too soon. She knew life and death could be so cruel, ripping the loved ones away with or without warning.

No, she didn’t die this time. But who was to say something like this wouldn’t happen again? And maybe next time, she wouldn’t be so lucky. They lived in Gotham after all.

“Fate may have other ideas…But I never plan on leaving your side, Jason. I love you too much to do anything else.”

Jason actually laughed. “I can fight fate.”

He’d done it once before.

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[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Six)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,937

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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The Afternoon Before (Cillian’s POV)

Before the opening, Denise had the opportunity to show both of her parents the art which she had created.

Neither of them had seen the photographs before and were rather excited to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Alight, alright…here they are’ Denise said with excitement and, whilst her mother smiled and told her how beautiful they were, Cillian gulped harshly in surprise.

‘Dad, do you not like them?’ Denise asked as he stood there, chin dropped and speechless.

‘They are amazing’ he confirmed although he wished that he had some warning beforehand when it came to the content of the pictures.

Cillian wasn’t sure whether he should look at the pictures in detail or whether he should try and look away. Seeing you like this was difficult and his manhood soon began to stir as his eyes gazed over your perfectly shaped breasts and your messy hair.

The Opening Night

You stood in front of the large mirror in your bedroom at your parent’s house just outside Galway and tried hard to clip your hair up which had always been a struggle.

Somehow, you managed and the tucked-up hair allowed you to show off your exposed shoulders and back.

The black dress you had chosen for the gallery opening was made out of stretchy fabric. It was simple but yet elegant and left the entirety of your back exposed while a rim of fabric ran across your neck.

You were lucky that your breasts were small as there was no way you could wear a bra with your dress and you certainly didn’t need to.

The dress was flattering around your hips and finished just below your knees.

‘You look nice’ Connor said as he picked you up from your house and, fortunately for you, your father wasn’t home in order to make a scene about your revealing outfit. Your parents were strictly catholic and wouldn’t have approved, nor did they approve of Connor who, in their opinion, was way too old for you.

‘I look nice, do I?’ you chuckled, having hoped for him to choose a different word perhaps, such as ‘beautiful’ or ‘stunning’.

‘Yes, very nice…let’s go, huh?’ he then said and you nodded, following him to the car.

The drive to the gallery took only 15 minutes and, after Connor had handed his car keys to the valet, you walked inside the building where, almost immediately, you spotted Denise and both of her parents.

‘Oh wow, you look amazing’ you said to Denise before giving her a big hug. As usual, her clothes were colourful and unique.

‘So do you in your sexy black dress…Connor, isn’t she stunning?’ Denise winked, before saying hello to him also.

‘Yeah, she looks nice’ Connor then said, causing Cillian, who was standing behind Connor, to cock an eyebrow. You noticed him looking at you with burning eyes, clearly having noticed the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

‘Hey Y/N’ he then said, before giving you a friendly hug as well before you greeted Denise’s mother the same way.

Breathing in Cillian’s scent took your breath away and you immediately forgot about Connor by your side until Denise took it upon herself to introduce Cillian and her mother to Connor as well.

Just as you got talking, the others arrived and it was Amalie who stole the show, wearing the shortest dress she could have possibly found.

You couldn’t help but notice that Connor was staring at her and it was obvious to you that he would have liked it if you wore something more revealing like her.

‘Can’t walk in heels Y/N?’ Amalie then asked sarcastically and you shook your head, wearing nice but flat sandals with your dress.

‘I never saw the point of high heels. They are rather impractical, don’t you think?’ you asked, but Amalie ignored your question and immediately began to hit on Cillian instead which was rather amusing to watch.

***

After the initial chat, you allowed Denise and her parents to talk to some of the other artists and guests and disappeared into the crowd with Connor, trying to hunt down the photographs Denise had taken and which you had not yet seen.

‘You didn’t tell me you knew Cillian Murphy’ Connor said somewhat surprised and you told him that he was just Denise’s father so you didn’t think to mention it. Of course, you would never have wanted Connor to know that you had, in fact, slept with Cillian.

‘Whoah…and you also didn’t tell me that you look like this beneath all your clothes’ Connor then said all of a sudden, interrupting you mid-sentence, as he glanced over to where the photographs of you were displayed.

‘Well, if you had bothered to take off my clothes first before we had sex then you would have known’ you winked as you grabbed one of the glasses of champaign from the bar.

‘We were short of time but, perhaps, I can make it up to you tonight’ Connor then winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, thinking back at this one night a week or so go which was the first and last time you had sex.

‘Apparently you were short for time, yes’ you said teasingly, reminding him that, after ten minutes of missionary, he realised that the football was on and left you high and dry and certainly dissatisfied.

‘Tonight, you can show me what’s under this dress and I will worship this body of yours’ Connor said and his comment made you chuckle.

‘We will see’ you smirked and, just as you did, Cillian walked past the two of you and smiled.

You hoped that he didn’t hear any of this but, then again, if he did, you hoped that it made him at least a little bit jealous.

‘So, what do you think?’ you then suddenly heard Denise ask from behind and, because you were so busy starring at her father, you didn’t realise that she was there.

‘These pictures are amazing Denise’ you said as you were extremely happy with the result.

‘That’s what dad said too actually’ she then said, causing you to blush.

***

As the evening went by and Connor had one glass of wine after another and making several inappropriate and rather controlling remarks, you knew it was time to leave but, Denise didn’t want you to go just yet and, in the end, you told Connor to take a taxi home and that you would see him in the morning.

Luckily for you, he agreed and you were beyond embarrassed by his behaviour as he was trying to dictate what you could do and what you couldn’t as the night went on.

‘He is…uhm…interesting Y/N’ Denise’s mother then said before continuing on and asking you whether you don’t think that he’s a bit too old for you.

‘Oh, I see, you spoke to my parents’ you chuckled as you watched Cillian sip on his glass of wine while cocking an eyebrow.

‘I am just saying, I can see their concerns’ she went on to say, causing Denise to roll her eyes and it was at this point when Cillian interrupted his ex-wife.

‘That’s enough. I think she’s old enough to make her own decisions’ Cillian said and it wasn’t until, some point later when you followed Cillian down one of the hallways to get your coats from the cloak that you had some privacy and Cillian voiced his concerns.

***

‘Be careful alright’ he said after he told you that he was concerned that Connor acted in a controlling way and that he didn’t like the way he was speaking to you.

‘This is not how I meant it Y/N. I am just trying to look out for you’ he said and you couldn’t help but laugh, which is when he pulled you around the corner of the hallway, worried about someone listening to your conversation.

‘Listen, I don’t need you to tell m what to do. I am not your child’ you huffed out somewhat irritated by his comments and you weren’t sure whether it was his concerns that bothered you or the fact that he never contacted you again.

‘Look out for me? That’s funny. It really is’ you chuckled before asking him why he had never contacted you after your visit to Dublin.

‘Why would I have contacted you? I made it pretty clear that, what happened between us, was a mistake. It can’t happen again’ Cillian huffed out and, just as he did, you shook your head in disbelieve.

‘Alright, that’s fine…but stay out of my private life then, please. I don’t need this kind of lecture about who I should be with and who I shouldn’t be with from you’ you said angrily.

‘Common Y/N, you can’t tell me that you actually have feelings for a guy like this. You are more sensible than that’ Cillian said with frustration.

‘I think neither of us have been acting sensibly lately Cillian, wouldn’t you agree?’ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

‘That’s not the same Y/N. Like you said, it was just sex between us. But with him, it’s more than that isn’t it? You are dating him, are you not?’ Cillian then asked sternly.

‘Oh my god, are you jealous?’ you asked angrily.

‘I am not fucking jealous. Why would I be jealous?’ Cillian then asked annoyed.

‘How the fuck do I know. I don’t know how the hell your brain works. After all, you made the same mistake twice. Once, I can understand, but twice?’ you asked with fury.

‘And so did you’ Cillian blurted out.

‘Uhm, yeah, but I didn’t say it was a mistake, you did. For me, it wasn’t’ you huffed out.

‘Fuck, this isn’t going anywhere, is it?’ Cillian then conceded angrily and you shook your head.

‘No, it’s not, just leave me alone, okay?’ you then huffed out angrily and, just as you did, you could feel Cillian’s hands on your hips and your back pressed against the wall behind you near the stairway.

There was an awkward silence between you as you stared into each other’s eyes and, just after Cillian looked over to both sides to ensure that you were alone, he pressed his lips onto yours firmly.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth as you gave into this kiss. Your hands were soon tangled in the top of his hair while his hands were caressing your face.

But then, all of a sudden, you pulled away and shook your head.

‘No…no I am not letting you do this again’ you huffed out before walking off.

Whilst you wanted him badly, you didn’t want him to walk away from you again, saying it was a mistake.

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