#there was this one girl who said she cried about the pics to her mom and her mom said the girl wasnt pretty enough for danny

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi, covey can you pls write a platonic nico x daughter of persephone where the daughter of persephone makes nico, hades, and persephone go see hadestown on broadway with her (also if u haven’t heard hadestown highly recommend amazing musical)

wait for me? / i will; platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb

content: platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb (ft. mom and dad - er, persephone and hades) warning: language but we keep it silly up in this bitch author's note: i dunno if i can even call this a blurb anymore- holy shit its so fucking long but i dont wanna call if a fic bc that feels like favoritism lmao also i haven't listened to the whole play bc i haven't been a theatre kid in many many years and im trying to leave that behind me as i go to college but i do remember absolutely loving the concept and a few of the songs!!

"everyone say 'hi' to the vlog!!" you cheered as you walked in front of you family, spinning the camera around to get you all in view. upon your parents request (demand), you all were dressed in your sunday best. suits, or the closest to a suit nico was willing to put on, midi-length dresses for the girls. all designer, as hades wouldn't be caught dead not in designer. zeus would mock him for eons. nico threw up a middle finger that persephone was slapping away, before turning the camera with a sugary sweet smile.

"hi vlog!" she cheered, wrinkling her nose, attempting to be suave and hip, but not really getting close as nico and you cringed slightly.

"hello vlog," hades added, which had you and nico wheezing and hades desperately asking his wife what was wrong with what he said.

"youre- youre so cordial," you managed to get through you giggles, pointing the camera at hades, who puffed his chest out with a roll of his eyes.

"that would be because i'm old, my sweet girl," he huffed and you beamed a smile at him, spinning the camera onto yourself as the four of you continued down the streets of new york city.

"he's not that old," you smirked, nico snorting next to you.

"anyways, we're off to see hadestown. mom and dad haven't seen it yet and have no idea what it's about. but will took you last week, right, nico?" you asked, leaning into nico's side so he'd be in view. he nodded his head, darting his eyes away at the mention of his boyfriend.

"yup."

"awww! he's getting all blushy!! im gonna tell will-"

"go to hell, y/n-"

"been there, done that. boring!"

"hey, watch it!" hades cut in, with a glare, which you responded wit ha roll of your eyes.

"stop distracting me, im trying to vlog," you huffed, turning your eyes back to the camera with a wide smile, "obvi i can't film inside, but i will take a pic and tally every time one of us cries and whoever cries the most picks what we have for dinner."

"wait, wait. my blossom, you didn't mention this one was sad?" hades hissed to his wife, who shrugged in uncertainty but patted his forearm comfortingly. you and nico shared a knowing glance, tiny smirks playing on your lips.

"okay, okay," you whispered to your camera, bending over in your seat to hide it from the watchful eyes of security despite the fact that it was intermission, "we've hit intermission and i've only cried, like, twice. nico, the rat bastard, managed to stay strong so far. mom's cried, what, four times?"

"nah, closer to five. remember? right at the beginning?" nico whispered and you nodded in agreement before turning to the camera, laughing as you struggled to get your words out.

"but dad, gods bless his heart, he's probably cried twice for every song-"

"no, no, he cried, like, four times, during 'come home with me'," corrected nico and you discreetly tried to hide your giggles with nico, the two of you leaning into each other before persephone reached over, smacking at their arms.

"knock it off. your father is a very sensitive man and you didn't warn him this play was about us. and so sweetly written too," persephone mused to the pair, sniffing near the end, causing you and nico to point over at her.

"that's another one! you're up to five, mom!" bit back nico, clearly proud of himself as persephone glared at the pair, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

"it's not like it matters much, your father will certainly lose- oh, welcome back, my darling, just in time," the queen of the underworld quickly changed her tune, beaming a smile as her husband returned with drinks and snacks.

he glanced at her suspiciously but let it go as he gently presented her with some fruity cocktail he knew she'd like without needing to ask. a blush flushed across her cheeks and hades was clearly proud of himself as he continued to pass out snacks. junior mints and licorice for nico, who took it with one hand while texting will with the other. you bit your lip, trying to zoom in with the camera and see what he was saying but nico caught on quick, shoving the camera away with a huff. then hades set bag of m&m's down in your lap before ripping open his own bag. instantly, you were leaning over to his seat and inspecting his bag, nawing gently at your lip as hades glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"yes, princess?" he asked and you shyly smiled at him.

"could i have some?" you asked and hades frowned, looking pointedly down at the ones that rested, untouched, in your lap.

"you have some."

"they're better from your bag," you gushed and hades melted instantly, pretending to grumble as he presented the bag to you, small cheers escaping your lips as you dug your fingers in. and hades smiled despite himself, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before reaching over and ruffling nico's hair just as the play was about to continue.

the vlog abruptly jumped to a shot of your little family standing outside the theatre in visible distress. nico had his head hung back, waving at his face, trying to avoid tears that he knew will would mock him for. persephone and you were actively clinging to each other, fully sobbing in the middle of new york, mutters and gasps about being doomed by the narrative and love somewhere among the sobs. hades was in shock, tears streaming down his face, and his hands clasped in front of his lips. how he managed to get shocked by a play he lived through, he had no idea. you detangled yourself from your mother, who instantly went to her husband, who welcomed her into his arms without a second thought. you picked up your camera, sniffling as you attempted a smile while holding a thumbs up but the happy effect was lost with the black mascara running down your cheeks.

1.2 k comments:

@/will.solace: awww he blushes when you mention my name 🤭

@/underworlds-favs: die and see if i blush then

@/underworlds-favs: do not use our shared account for your lovers quarrel - y/n

@/underworlds-favs: die and it won’t be a shared account anymore

@/user.1: why your mom kinda...😏🤭🤤😮‍💨

@/underworlds-favs: STOP THIRSTING FOR OUR PARENTS YALL ARE WEIRD KNOCK IT OFF

@/user.2: wait, wait- i need to know who lost and i want, like, full receipts of how many times you guys cried

@/underworlds-favs: in order from least to most: nico - 2, the perfect and stunning y/n - 6, mom - 7, and our emotional king, dad, cried a whopping 36 times 🤩🤩

@/underworlds-favs: do not use out shared account to spread your propaganda - nico

@/user.2: AINT NO WAY- 36 TIMES?????

@/underworlds-favs: i wish i was joking. we had some really good italian that night tho 🤘😋

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #nico di angelo #hadestown

[laramcelino]

My headcanons for the personality of FT characters cus they are very basic, starting with team Natsu:

Natsu:

It's already canon but, he takes fighting me advantage of everyone thinking he is a dumbass, so I like to think he uses it for everything

He is kinda shy when it comes to talk of sex and romance, maybe Igneel traumatized him idk, so he also plays dumb to avoid questioning and chat about it

Also people say because of his behaviors he looks more childlike, but it backfires when they see him getting serious and is not cute as an angry kid

Discretely start to bury himself inside his scarf when feels shy or uncomfortable

He absolutely hates the fact that the girls of the team think he is cute when shy

He is the type of person who acts drunk without even being that drunk

Like he's not a lightweight, but people assume he is drunk when he is only typsy

He likes his hair a lot, and is the only thing he puts a personal care

He hates being touched unannounced

Has a weird memory so he may forget his own birthday, but remember the name of the flower you said you like in that trip five years ago

He haves ADHD and I take no criticism in it

Has dyslexia this is why he struggles to read and write

Cus of his good hearing he gets a lot of gossip on the guild, half of it he doesn't pay attention the other half he ignores for his own good

And half of what he ignores he forgets until the next day the other half he zips inside of his brain forever, he knows some spicy shit

He likes to hear people tell stories so sometimes when Lucy just want to read instead of doing anything "fun" he asks to her to read for him

It's actually a good coach, so kids in fairy tail love to practice fisical fighting with him

Lucy:

Actually knows very well about trade and bargain, so she always get discounts for the team on hotels and restaurants, call it a family trait or evolution for spending too much with Natsu around

She is broke cus gets impulsive and buys too much clothing and accessories

Anytime the boys let she likes to dress them in a more stylish way

She knows how to flirt and it completely infuriates her when it doesn't work as she wants

As a rich girl she learn a lot of "ladylike" things such as table etiquette, embroidery and flower language

She also knows how to speak two other languages

She is a fast learner so domestic tasks where easy to pic after leaving the kozern

The only thing she suffer to learn is to bake, Mira can't help anymore

She bruises like a peach and even if she doesn't have any big scar, she have tons of small ones, mainly on her legs

People think she may be obsessed with not marking her skin, but actually don't, she cherishes her battle scars

She always knows what to gift someone, doesn't matter if it's expensive or handmade she gives the best gifs in the guild

Is a people pleaser, hard

Is the team therapist

Gives good advice but never listen to herself

She can take compliments on her appearance very well, but talk about her talents and the girl gets all flushed

Erza:

Can't cook to save her life

Aside of clothes, weapons and armors she also likes to collect plants

Doesn't means she is good at it

Even if she gets flustered when people mention sex, she haves a very dirty mind and will be the first to think dirty 😏

Is very well organized and enjoy cleaning

Secretly enjoy Natsu and Gray constant bickering, if they are fighting it means they are okay

Is overprotective (mainly to kids in the guild) to the point people need to ask her to relax

And when someone spend time to take care of her she gets emotional

She wish she was better with children but always end up scaring them

It makes her a little scared of being a mom

Once in a mission a bunch of kids run away from her after slaying a monster in a harsh way, the one child who didn't run said they wanna be like her when they grow up

Erza cried about it for an hour

Her sense of style is either terrible or spot on, depends on her mood

She loves when people play with her hair, she often sleep during it

Gray:

Tries to look as cool and stoic as Laxus, but is a dumbass like Natsu

The only thing he is better is at holding his tongue

He had a crush in half of the girls in the guild

He never tried to date cus thinks he would be a terrible boyfriend

Is shy for romance, but will deny it

He is like the protective brother of the girls so he will be jealous of then, especially Erza, Cana, Lucy and Wendy

He likes to hear gossip, even if he don't show or tell anyone

Cana is the one who tells more for him, it's like a bonding time

Also when he knew about the Gildarts thing he felt betrayed for not knowing it before, since they are best friends

Then he blame himself for not being a better friend for her want to tell, and she said: shut the drama! Sit, I have some spicy shit to tell ya

Can't take spicy food

He is very observant and often knows someone is sad just by seeing then

Was the first to understand that Natsu has a crush on Lucy and tease him for it

He have bad self-steam and compares himself too much

Is a heavy drinker but when he gets drunk he became naked honest and may cry a little

He used to go party a lot with Loke and it always end up with him saying: I'm not saving your womanizer ass again!!

Wendy:

As Natsu acts overly dumb she will grow to act overly inocent

But damn, she had read some of Erza steam books

Lucy caught her and promise to never tell anyone

Can't keep her room clean for more than half an hour

As everyone around her is loud she tends to talk more softly

But when she is too much exited she will be just as loud as everyone else

Can tell you are not okay by just hearing your voice

A great cook, and always offer herself to do the meals

It's also a part of the fact she loves take cares of others

She loves when Lucy and Erza let her braid their hair

Sometimes when Natsu's hair is longer than normal he lets her do some hairstyles too

Is very insecure of her abilities and appearance and is always comparing herself to others

Erza and Lucy noticed it and started to do girls nights with her to talk and relax

Doesn't know how to deal with compliments

She's a silent girl but very clumsy so when trying to sneak into someone she end up telling her position

For now I think is it.

I do not have many headcanons for the exceeds even though I love Happy with my heart (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #erza scarlet #gray fullbuster #wendy marvell

[nei-ning]

Just woke up from a dream where I was going back to my old home with few teenagers, one of them was a girl with long blond hair who was very nice. They lived there, had horses and so on.

I stood on the road, seeing only the backyard side of the house. It looked exactly the same otherwise but windows were bigger and there was 3 or 4 windows instead of 2. Now these teenagers started to escorts me back to my old neighbor, apparently I lived there now. I tried to make a shortcut through our stallion's old fence, but they had added wires on it so I could go under it. I had to return back to the house.

Now, suddenly, I was inside the house. I stood at the hallway and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This house was so different from the inside, so HUGE! Honestly, the house was it's old tiny self from the outside but inside it was like huge mansion!

One of the teenagers wanted to show me around but they went too fast so I, tears in my eyes, lifted my hands and said I want to go alone with my own space since this all is too much. The place had changed completely. As I walked, so slowly, while looking around, there was lots of rooms! Like in one huge room was a wall inside it, behind it being another room with a bed and stuff. Apparently it was young boy's room.

They had antique furniture in some rooms, too. No any room was too full but I don't remember seeing much stuff on the walls. Maybe some big old paintings there and there but that's all. I never went to upper levels even that they did exist. At some point I came in this huge and wide room with same kind of fruit shelves what we have in stores in Finland. They were full of different fruits!

Heard my mom's voice in my head, saying these people grow their own food and sell it as well. Like they had grapes, bananas, melons and so on. One female worker, in a suit, stopped to talk to me but soon someone else came to get her back to her work. I continued forward.

Eventually I met the owner. She was lovely Gipsy (or Indian) woman at her 50's or so. I started to tell her how much this place has change, in a good way, when she suddenly told me to come with her. She took me in her room, or her work room, where she had a box on a table, jewels, crystals, cards and so on. She was some kind of medium or fortune teller. She gave me a red date bag, apparently from their shop originally. I didn't hear her well but she told me to look at the bag while continuing to talk.

On the date bag appeared 4 letters in line beneath each other. I remember all of them were V. First one was V like Veri (blood). Beneath it was another V but next to it was a pic of an olive and beneath that was a pic of some herb. I gently took a hold of the bag and therefor it moved which erased all the letters away and the little wisdom which had appeared next to them on the right. I went nuts in this "Oh no, now I ruined my message!" mode!

I started to mumble cry to this woman who came next to me, on my right, and sealed me in half hug. I kept sobbing to her, telling me how I miss my old home, how my life lost it's base when Roni (our dog) died in 2007 - however I think I meant Verti since Verti started with V and his death took the base of my life. She listened to me a while, then saying I haven't ruin anything and something about the message coming to me again later etc. I felt her comfort with those words and through her hug, but still I panicked and cried.

I also felt how I couldn't breath well, during this whole scene actually - thanks to the mumbling sobbing. The feeling when your nose is blocked with snot and you still, just barely, can get some air through with deep but short inhales? I woke up because of this feeling, instantly turning to look at the clock. It was 15:44.

44 = All is well. No need to worry. (personal message and sign to me whenever I see it)

#Text #Dream #neis dream #Spiritual stuff #10.3.2024

[welcometogrouchland]

for the character ask, Willow and Amity!!!

Willow!

favorite thing about them: I love a lot of things about her! But for now I'll be a bit general and say her arc of continuing to get back up and prove people wrong. I wanna call it perseverance or strength, but it's more like stubbornness lmao. In the early episodes she's prone to defeatism and that's such a far cry from who she is now. She gained hope and belief in herself and leant into the righteous anger she felt watching people she loves be treated like dirt! AUGH I love her

least favorite thing about them: ooh not sure. Maybe that early episode defeatism? Both in an encouraging way where I want her to get back up but also in the sense of "GIRL THIS ISN'T YOUR FAULT NOR THE END OF THE WORLD. TALK TO SOMEONE ABT THINGS!!!" You can see it a bit in for the future too where she interprets hunters ambiguous response ("I don't know") as negative. It's the warped self perception for me /j

favorite line: GRRR THAT'S HARD!! I'm not in encyclopedia mode rn but rn I'm thinking of some lines from Understanding Willow ("you said I was hurting Willow? I was just finishing what you started!" And "it's...a start"). uhh there's also "not if I never look down!" and "it'll be 52 weeks before Caleb's next day off"

brOTP: JUST ONE??? SHE HAS SO MANY GOOD FRIENDSHIPS MAN!!! But either her and Luz or her and Gus

OTP: sigh. Huntlow (I am predictable)

nOTP: her and Boscha. I wasn't in the fandom much during season 1 but I really never got it even back then. That is not a girl who's mean bc she likes you that is a highschool war criminal

random headcanon: OUGH I'VE HAD SO MANY OVER TIME AND NOW I'M BLANKING! Uhh would like magical girl anime (cardcaptor sakura and sailor moon specifically I think). Likes hyperpop and riot grrrl bc it releases her repressed rage and scratches her brain

Unpopular opinion: OKAY I get it. I also want willow to go apeshit, to have her catharsis and maim and kill. But some people characterize Willow as a lot more bitter than she is to compensate for this and I personally don't care for it, lol. It's Awful or anything it's just Not My Girl. She would not fucking say that

song i associate with them: CRIES. SO MANY!! Mona Lisa my mxmtoon

favorite picture of them:

^ this Dana pic!! There's more but I don't wanna make this any longer

Amity!

favorite thing about them: probably how far she's come from being a lonely, image obsessed girl who lashed out at others to a pretty silly but ultimately very emotionally mature person. She takes care of people more often now, while still having learned her lesson about respect and boundaries from labyrinth runners. Also her design/aesthetic

least favorite thing about them: bit wishy washy but a lot of the early season 1 scenes of her bullying Willow, Luz and Co are like. Hard for me to watch sometimes lol. Same with her and Willow in labyrinth runners. Mean girls just hit too close to home sometimes lol.

favorite line: ECLIPSE LAKE SPEECH HANDS DOWN!!! "There are people out there who won't make you feel worthless" SO PROUD OF HER. CRYING RN

brOTP: probably her and Willow since they have the most developed platonic relationship! But also her moments with Matt in for the future lmao (also Gus and Raine. In my head)

OTP: sigh. Lumity (I am predictable. Again)

nOTP: ooh I'm not sure I really have one! At least one that's based in personal squicks/opinions and not stuff like. Shipping her with men. If that's the case though, Amity/Hunter. Gag

random headcanon: she used to play piano as a kid! Was decent at it too even if she only got to play classical. But when she committed to abominations her mom cut her off of her lessons and pushed her away from it since there was no "practical use" for it anymore, not like Amity was going into the bard track. She gets back into it post-canon though :] would also like to jump off that starting point and play bass

unpopular opinion: hhh okay. While I think they could've made things more explicit/dwelled upon/whatever in order to communicate more clearly to the audience, I'm overall fine with the direction they took in Amity's "redemption arc". Bc like. She's just a highschool bully who's already being punished by her family when the audience can't see her. The solution to this would not be to punish her more. Maybe she should've gotten to talk things out more, somebody once pointed out that, in the main big redemption arcs in TOH, nobody really says sorry (ON SCREEN. Apologies are very much implied), just makes a gesture and does better, which I understand but also I like apologies they give closure. But overall I prefer them just giving her the chance to follow through on her promises.

song i associate with them: Babyface by fresh maybe?

favorite picture of them: I DONT HAVE IT RN BUT THE FACE SHE MAKES WHEN BOSCHA GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE IN FOR THE FUTURE AND SHE GOES "heh????" IT'S SO FUNNY

#ramblings of a lunatic #asks #toh #eh i don't need to tag these #hehe these were fun :] thanks for the ask!! #no id

[harukisakisblog]

Angst / Fluff Mitsuba(tbhk) X gn!reader? reader was Mitsuba's friend while he was alive (and Crushing). After his death, they were heartbroken. After making a deal with hanako, they finally meet again.

-Ash

Mitsuba x gn reader

So it's like mitsuba has a crush on y/n and dies? Okay!

And holy moly, I forget I have a request I'm sorry!!!

Well I guess I can make this a normal one, not the yandere one

"Y/n, can you pose for a moment?" Y/n turn to mitsuba

"Sure!"*click!* "let me see it!"

......

..........

That was the last time you talked to him, who had thought that he would die in an accident. You came to his home that day. They didn't let you see mitsuba's body, and you can understand why the way he died is very gruesome. Even if you want to see him it's not like you can.

"I'm sorry, mitsuba-Kun. I hope one day we'll meet again"

Most people look at you with sad eyes, you hold back your tears from falling. After that, you leave and go back to your house, right after you get to bed you let your tears fall. Your heart hurts so much you don't know what to do, mitsuba died and you miss him so much!

The next day you go back to his house. You were invited to his house, mitsuba's mom knows how close you two are so she decides to let you go to his room and...well, suit yourself. When you get to his house you can see her tears ' She must have cried all night' you thought. you greet her and go to mitsuba's room. When you get into the room...you feel like you want to cry again.

"mitsuba-Kun..."

Tears falling again, you hurriedly wipe them out. Mitsuba doesn't like it whenever you cry! You then walk towards his desk, there are a lot of books on it but there's one that catches your eye. "diary..." you read it out loud. But is it okay? To take your dead friend's dairy? Isn't it bad? Unfortunately, curiosity got the best of you. You take and read it

Day 1

I and y/n go to their cafe after school! The way they eat...and the way they walk are sooooooo cute~!

You giggle. Mitsubas has always liked cute things, but the way I walk? What's so cute about that? It's not like you walk with your hands up whenever you take a step.

Day 2

I got bullied today, but you came and saved me! They're so cool, I wonder if I can become cool like them one day...

"one day..." you said, "you...you already become a cool guy mitsuba..." and just like before tears were already falling from your eyes. "I'm sorry, I fail to save you...this time"

Day 3

Y/n and I got partnered up together! I'm so happy! But something feels wrong, I don't know what it is...

"Mm Hm?" Is something wrong? What is it? But it's too late. It's not like mitsuba can tell them what it is. He's dead. Y/n look at another page.

Day 4

They say it's love, but is it? I...I don't know, well even if it's the love I won't tell y/n anyway. There's no way they'll like me

"......."

Day 4

So... I fell for y/n huh? I guess that makes sense. After making sure I truly love them, I'll go and confess to them! After this winter and after school opens! But right now I want to go buy some chocolate and groceries! I can't wait I hope y/n will like the chocolates.

So that's how it is, mitsuba loves you and wants to go and buy chocolate for you but unfortunately, he ended up getting into an accident. You look at the diary again and look at another page. The rest of the diary was just filled with your picture pose and mitsuba's face. There's also a bird, flower, and all bunch of other things he takes a pic with.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry mitsuba..."

You spoke softly, "the truth is...I do love you too" you were planning to confess to him next year valentine. Had you known sooner you would have just confessed to him immediately.

[at school]

"Hey! Didn't you know? There's a rumor that said. There's a ghost that can grant you wishes!"

.....

.......

..........

After school, you go to the girl's toilet. "they said to knock 3 times...but will it work?" 'since I'm here I guess I could try

*knock*

*knock

*knock*

"Hanako-Kun, are you there?"

Silence ....

"huh...I know this is going to happen, well I guess I can go-"

*krick~~~~~*

"eh-eh!?"

From the door behind y/n can see a hand, and then the person goes out. "wha-!" Before you can say anything, it seems like the rumor was true. "yeah! It's me!" you stood there you were too scared, and now what? Oh yea, you need to make a wish right?

"Hanako-san..., um...can you grant my wish?"

He look at

"well that's what I'm here for!"

You look at the floor.

"I...I want to go meet mitsuba,"

"mitsuba-Kun was my friend, and...um...well... He- he died. I want to meet him again"

You can feel his eyes on you, but there's also a pity in those. You're a person who has just lost their friend, and now is trying to meet them again.

"you want to meet the dead. Do you want to know the price?"

Hanako asks, you look at him. "I do..." the rumor said, even though he can grant you, your wishes. In return, he'll take something precious to you as payment.

"meeting the dead. And do you want to live with him forever?" he asked. You fell into silence, "I do...but I also want him to be able to be with me in this school and be together with him at my home. Like how he used to live"

"that would mean you want me to revive him,"

"that is impossible, I am a ghost but reviving someone already dead is forbidden. But, I can grant your wish to be with him."

He goes closer to you, "you want to be with him and see him, but you also don't want to die right? Then sure." "I'll grant your wish"

You don't say anything after.

"mitsuba-kun...can I still be with him?"

Hanako looked at the outside of the window

"yes, but in return, I'll take half of your lifespan. The more you are with him, the faster you die"

You nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"yes"

*click!*

Everything goes to black.

"y/n-san y/n-san!"

You open your eyes and...mitsuba! "mitsuba!" you woke up and looked at him. "haha! What's wrong?" tears falling from your eyes. "i-i thought that you died!" mitsuba does not reply. And then it hits you "y-you..." "you did die?" mitsuba nodded. "I was a ghost for a couple of days. And I know you read my diary! Stupid y/n is so rude. Reading a dead person's diary," you only laughed.

"so...is it true you like me too?" you hug mitsuba "yes I do..." you stop before you continue "in fact, I like you a lot too~" mitsuba then kiss you on your forehead. "y/n...you know what's going to happen right? You're going to died."

"that's fine, I'm with you after all"

"really?"

"yes mitsuba-Kun, I'm not going to leave you again. Let's be together forever"

You both hug each other and embrace the warm feeling you both have. Perhaps to others, this might look foolish, but you want this so...who cares? Perhaps one day, you two will be able to date each other normally.

#submission #tbhk #tbhk hanako #gn reader #fluff #angsty #fanfic

[aleksa-sims]

My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: drugs

Two days later I woke up on the couch and didn’t know what day it was. I just didn’t know anything! The last thing I could remember was, that Daniel’s sister was with us to take our puppy, because Daniel & I, wanted to meet my sister & Jacob to go out. That was two fucking days ago!! Did I even meet Ana? What happened? I had absolutely no idea! And I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t remember! 

My phone rang! So I woke up! I was totally confused. First I woke Daniel up because he was right next to me and then....OMG! I turned my eyes to the left and saw Dominick next to me. I just thought, SHIT! What did I do? 😨....Maybe they had sex with me? 😦 I mean, I knew I would never sleep with Dominick, but why do I wake up between him & Daniel???  That Sofia and Tarek were also in Daniel’s apartment, I didn’t know! 🤦‍♀️

Me: Daniel, wake up!...Please! Come on!... Are you okay?

Daniel: Ha?? 🥴...Babe! You ok? What-.... Shit, what day is today? I’m late for work! 😦

Me: Fuck, D.! You’re gonna lose your job! 🤦‍♀️ Take my phone and look! It’s right in front of you.

Daniel: Damn, I almost had a heart attack! It’s Sunday and we have 5:00 pm! And ....holy shit! You have 120 missed calls!....It was your mom, babe 😟  ...And Philip? 😕  Why is he calling you so often?

Me: Ugh! 😩 I have no fucking idea!....WT-!??? Dominick! 😱 Why the fuck is he next to me? Daniel! 😧 What have we done?.....

Daniel: Umm... ..Why are you looking at me like that? 🤨 I’d never do such a thing to you!......Hey, man! Wake up! 😒

Dominick: Huh? 🥴

Me (to Daniel): I know you would never force me to do something I don’t want! But...🤫 maybe we were so high that we didn’t know what we were doing! You know? 😔

Daniel: I would never have participated in this shit! Even if you wanted to, I’d have said, NO! 😠

Me: Ok, it’s fine Daniel! 

Dominick: What are you talking about?

Daniel: Why are you lying here next to me and my girl on my couch? Did you try to hit her while we’re doped up and didn’t notice any of it? 😠

Dominick: I don’t even know why I’m here, man? And I would never!!...A.! I swear, I didn’t! I mean, I don’t think we did anything. Besides, we’re all dressed! 🤷‍♂️

Me: It’s ok! I belive you!

When I got up from the couch, I could hear a sound, a moan. This guy Tarek heard us all talking and woke up. He came crawling out from behind the couch. I swear, I almost wet myself! I was so scared! 😱 (🤣)

Tarek: Ahhh....🥴 🥴

Daniel: Daamn! 😲 What are YOU, doing here?

Dominick: 🤦‍♂️

Me: 😧 😧

Tarek: So, what's up? 

Daniel: What the- 😦....How long have you been lying here?

Tarek: This is a Goddam bitch this shit! 🤔 Who sold or gave us that fucking smack?? This shit was cut with something that could have killed us all. How many hours have we slept? How long have we been lying here?

Daniel: Dominick and you got it.

Tarek: But my dope’s clean! I’ve known this guy for years! You know? Just before we got here I had a line and I was fine, dude! It must have been something we all took afterwards!

Me: I know how to find out! Check your phones. Who did you call, who called you? I had 120 missed calls from my mom, so I guess, I screwed up. .....And who knows? Maybe one of you took some pics? 🤷‍♀️

After that I finally went to the bathroom and found Sofia, who was also totally confused, but Sofia could remember some details. Sofia came to us a bit later, so she took this shit later and knew what was before.

Tarek: I found three pics from last night, but they won’t help us and it’s better if you don’t look at them. 😬 (It was about Sofia & him.😏😅) 

Sofia: The last thing I know is that I was at home and called you A.! I wanted to meet you. You cried and told me you were with your parents.

Me: What? 😨 Why the hell am I going to my parents? Drugged! You know?

Sofia: Idk? 🤔 .....And you said you didn’t have time for me because you were with Daniel and...Philip? Yeah, I’m sure it was Philip! And three hours later you called me and said that Dominick and Tarek are with you and that I should come here if I want.

Daniel: And what did we do when you came? Did you notice anything?

Sofia: You were all pretty high, and there were drugs on the table. Oh, and when you opened the door for me, you went into the bedroom because A. was there, and I sat down with Dominick and Tarek. Dominick then told me something really crazy about you two.

Me: And what? 🤷‍♀️

Sofia: That you got engaged! 😄... But maybe you were just high, you know?

Daniel: That doesn’t make any sense! 

Me: Who knows what my parents told me and I them? 🤦‍♀️ And- why did we meet with Philip? Maybe we really got engaged and wanted to tell my parents and then.... Philip.😞 I’m gonna call him!

I had to find out what I did with my parents! My mom has tried calling me over 80 times in the last 2 days and I think the visit to my parents was the trigger for this crazy idea of Daniel and me, that we got engaged in our intoxication. And as for Philip, he’s fine! It was not only the three of us together, but someone else accompanied us, Daniel’s sister! Hm...🤔

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I Watched Harry and Meghan So You Won’t Have To

Episode 2

-Oedipus Rex x 3 paparazzi chasing after Meghan in a car and she’s worried for her safety. You know Diana will be milked for this I am super disgusted

-Doria: Harry was handsome - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-Narcissistic Count 1: People were overjoyed I was with Prince Harry - OMG the entitlementtttt

-Voice Over: This girl is a philanthropist - it was probably their connection. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA he thirsted over her looking like a Snapchat dog like - just fucking call a spade a spade

-Also who the fuck nicknames someone H? H does not roll off the fucking tongue it is so awkward.

-Meghan is so pitiful her face was everywhere oh no, Harry cannot save her oh no - do they really think this is a believable denouement in anybody’s life??!!

-Doria exposing Meghan’s social climbing ways - she cried that they lived above a garage. Like yo, your single mom gave you a house.

-OMG Meggy goes “my skin was lighter”

-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEGGY WAS A NARC FROM YOUTH - SHE OCCUPIED HALF A PAGE ON HER ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHERS YEARBOOK

-I’m Not Like Other Girls TM = I WAS NOT PRETTY, I FOCUSED ON BEING SMART SAYS THE DEAL OR NO DEAL GIRL

-GREASE TV COMMERCIAL - OMG, this dead horse will get beaten forever. I CHANGED THE COMMERCIAL, I WAS A LITTLE ACTIVIST I CANNOT THE SELF ABSORPTION

-“I have never heard the N word before in my life”, “Before the UK I was white passing, why did I lose my white privilege” THIS IS WHY MEGHAN IS NOT THE REPRESENTATION I WANT AS A POC this lady is not fighting racism she just wants her White priv back

-Spoiled brats wants protection for paps because they’re entitled bijjes. When William says - we don’t use tax payer money FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND Harry cries race. Like idk man, if I had a choice for my taxes to go to healthcare for the poor versus making sure Meggy Markle gets her narcissistic ego stroking - I would choose the healthcare in a heartbeat

-Like if you wanted security for Meghan - pay for it yourself. BUT YOU CAN’T CAN YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE A SPOILED PRIVILEGED ASSHOLE.

-Also it is 20 mins of this episode and they’re still whining about paps, security and race. I CANNOT

-Race race race, mixed mixed mixed, blah blah blah, joke joke joke

-Harry bragging about his travels on our taxpayer dime like the spoiled fucker he is.

-Harry’s 2 brain cells thinking Meghan’s slow as fuck turtle on weed speaking cadence is smart HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-Harry claiming his white as fuck ginger haired children are mixed so they showed black and white pics cause his kids are whiter passing than white paper

-Meghan claiming she’s a product of divorce but I’m 100% sure her mom was the mistress - oh no fact checked - she’s married to him

-This girl remembers a poem she wrote in high school but cannot remember the interview where she said she chose Prince Harry over Prince William WHAT. THE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-Paparazzi, evil media, blah blah blah blah. Imma skip this

-I skipped 10mins its still evil media, Meggy is unsafe, blah blah blah.

-Side note when they inevitably divorce will she make a documentary about how he’s so stupid?

-“I didn’t know anything, I was in ripped jeans and barefoot, I was meeting the Duchess of Cambridge but I call her Kate” SHUT THE FUCK UP

-“I cannot believe you can’t just hug people you have just met! Like aren’t we all huggers? I can just do whatever right?” I CANNOT I WANNA SLAP HER

-“How do you tell someone you curtsy to your grandmother” oh you dimwitted child, you really fell for her cheap penny act that she doesn’t know anything about royalty

-Meghan bowing like a medieval wench FIRST OF ALL IT IS OBVIOUS SHE NEVER WENT TO THE MEDIEVAL TIMES DINNER BECAUSE NO ONE BOWS LIKE THAT.

-Harry’s face at Meggy’s confabulations. Yep asshole welcome to the rest of your life. You two brats deserve each other.

-There is just no sincerity in Meggy’s body isn’t there? At least Princess Kate is who she is on and off camera?

-Eugenie and Jack LOL MEGGY JUST FEELING HERSELF

-Harry saying his family was impressed - a ginger cannot land a beautiful woman OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA - this is what he thinks his family would he impressed by because he has done absolutely nothing to be commendable

-Race, race, race HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-What’s wrong with me? Meggy asks. You’re a narcissistic bitch, that’s what.

-HAHAHAHAHAHA FOR ALL THE BUILD UP TO HER CAREER THIS DOCUMENTARY DOES NOT SHOW THAT SHE WAS A DEAL OR NO DEAL GIRL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA WHAT A NARC

-People acting as if Rachel Zane was such an iconic character uhhh I hated Rachel the most she sucked

-Meghan tried her best to break into showbiz, BUT ACTING IS NOT HER PASSION - DOES THAT MAKE FUCKING SENSE?! Or is this the nice way to say she had no fucking acting skills

-I’m not the one thing person I am not like other girls, I do it all *wink

-The Tig was a really successful business HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

-I just wanted to volunteer, I didn’t want to win an Oscar - SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TRY YOUR BEST TO AUDITION. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

-OMG friend Silver *pause for laughter*

-meghan is a needle in a haystack HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-It was a magnum HAHAHAHAHAHA - I wanna slap this bitch

-Downward dog - I WANT TO SLAP HIS IDIOT FACE

-Painting Meghan as new Nelson Mandela who will change the world cause she will marry into Royalty - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I cannot continue I’m too angry this is a big joke

#harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #jokers and clowns

[saiharacryharasj]

Some shameless self promotion to get started.

Galaxy Adventures! Character intro;

Base is used in pic, but character is mine

Meet Sarah! Real last name unknown

"Well hello friend. Are you here for a rest, or here for directions. None the less, it's wonderful to see you again."

Age: 16

Height: 159.9 cm

A young light spirit who used to be human before her birth world was completely reset. Her, along with many many others who have survived the same thing, now resides in the newly created world of Solaria and works to help keep other worlds and universes from facing the same fate as hers.

Travels to numerous worlds under the protection of the GDD and her new found status, to attain her ultimate goal.

Very sleepy girl, angry marshmallow

In the world of TWST

Finds herself, along with a few loved ones, guarding young Yuu as they try to survive Night Raven College and their numerous problems

Commonly fills in Yuu's role of therapist once it becomes too much

Runs around either helping people, talking to people, stalking people, or causing minor problems

Naps anywhere and everywhere

She's attached

You wouldn't think she'd be in Genshin

But she is ( ╹▽╹ )

Forged herself a fake anemo vision

Sticks to the Traveller the entire time, she was separated from her family

Does not like Paimon, the feelings are mutual

Uses a scythe!

(Enemies do a double take upon seeing that)

Imagine you wanna talk to the famous traveller after hearing of their amazing exploits,

You have to get through a pesky fairy thing and a small girl giving ya the most threatening smile manageable (they protective)

Welcome to Jojo's

She cried upon arrival

Calmed down real quick though

Stays through all the parts, she wants to sleep more now

The introduction of stands to this world has confused her, but she thinks it's all cool

Jonathan is still her favorite JoJo, he gave her food upon first meeting

She's way attached

She cried multiple times here

Marshmallow is sensitive

Konosuba what?

She never knew a lot about Konosuba other than the fact that our MCs are all weird and useless in some way

She still wasn't prepared

Wanted to punch Aqua as soon as she opened her mouth

"I am nonviolent, however I will gladly throw a chair at your face."

All said with a sweet smile on her face

Loves every explosion Megumin causes, got hit by 60% of 'em though

Darkness low-key scares her

*Kazuma uses steal on her* "Jokes on you, I have another pair!"

High-key tries to befriend literally every big enemy

Let's fly high!

This time, she spawned in someone's home, awkward

The Hinata family was so confused but ultimately just went with the flow(after a whole scream session of course)

Hinata's mom decided to flat out enroll her into Karasuno as well

Yay, she has to go to school all over again (⌐■-■)

She clings to Shoyo, almost everywhere

Meeting the team was fun for her, she hid behind a door the entire time, only found out because of our queen Kiyoko

Clingsss

Climbs everything she sees, she's gonna give Suga and Daichi a heart attack

It's so Miraculous!

She was so bitter when she was assigned to watch over this world.

But! She's got her friends

Tatiana and Cassidy, and numerous other friends who thankfully know just how to calm her down

She begrudgingly befriended Marinette and Adrien

Ignores Alya completely

Dotes on Chloe and Mylene

Currently trying to curb some of Marinette's worst habits

"Mari, she's only talking to him. That doesn't necessarily mean that she's trying to date him. Adrien's dense as a rock anyway."

Still wonders why people don't get the Marinette and Adrien are Ladybug and Cat Noir

Probably losing braincells

Naruto running from responsibilities

She also cried here

Too many keep taking her soft appearance and assuming that she won't hit them

Not to mention that everyone here talks about her quiet voice and lack of presence

She made up multiple jutsu on the spot just to spite them and cause them pain

"Forget you no Jutsu: Bug Off" *target goes flying miles away*

Has a ball exploring

Would like it if all the ninja villages would stop trying to use her though

Stays literally no where anyone can find her

She nabbed at Naruto as soon as she saw the kid, he now lives in a wonderful little home she built in the village

No one questions how she doesn't age

Despite her loving this place, she still grabs at the next chance to jump back to Solaria

Black Butler?

Save this girl

Her being is similar to that of an angel, Sebastian tried to discretely kill her multiple times

Now uses Ciel and literally anyone else as a shield

Thankfully after proving to be useful enough, Ciel decided to keep her so he ordered Sebastian to stop his assassination attempts

The fiend is bitter about it

Sarah clings once more, she dotes on poor Ciel

He got mad

So she clings to Alois once he finally pops up

Mad that people keep trying to kill her, so she just pwns them and leaves

"Running from world to world is oh so exhausting. Maybe I should just sleep some more. That usually fixes everything."

#oc artwork #original story #Sarah J #This is sorta a self insert #A better version of me #multifandom fanfiction #twst #disney twisted wonderland #genshin impact #konosuba #jjba #haikyū!! #miraculous lb #black butler #naruto

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Home Sweet Home Chapter 6

Her eyes blinked open, sleep still ever so present. She looked at the clock and saw that it was definitely, in fact, 8 am.

On a Saturday.

Even though she was a teenager she was still very much used to waking up early. It wasn't due to Harrison, or school. She just for some reason had a internal clock that woke her up early every morning despite her wanting to be a night owl.

She got up slowly, and stretched her way into a upright position in her bed. 

Harrison was on a trip with her father to visit friends and family in Chicago, so that meant she had the weekend to herself.

She checked her phone and noticed she had a couple missed calls from Eddie, and texts as well.

Firstly being from her father, letting her know they made it to Chicago and that Harrison was doing very well. He even sent pictures.

The next messages were of course from Eddie, and she shook her head as she read them.

One asked if she was up.

The next asked if she was ignoring him.

The third said he would just call he when he woke up.

And the last was a dick pic, with him saying that she could dream about it if she wanted to.

Honestly she knew he was trying to make her laugh by any means necessary, and laugh she did.

He really went to all ends of the earth to make his girl smile.

She texted him back that she was up, she wasn't ignoring him, and that his picture would be printed and hung on her wall next to the photo of her grandma Frances. She went so far as to say she thought it was a nice touch, to have his balls out in the open for the world to see.

She got out of bed and decided showering was her best option, choosing the clothes she'd wear for the day before hand.

Jumping into the shower she felt the stress and worries leave her body as the hot water cascaded down her back and through her hair. She washed her body, taking care to be gentle on her stomach. While she was still a small girl, she felt as if her stomach was still her worst quality.

As she got out and wrapped herself in a towel, she realized her window was still open from the night.

A nasty habit she kept, even after her mother warned her of the people who would love nothing more than to break into their home and she was giving them a one way ticket to crime-ville.

"As if anyone would jump into her window in Hawkins." She often thought to herself.

She shrugged, did her daily skin care routine and walked out of her connected bathroom.

Whilst decideding on clothes, she almost screamed when she turned around.

"Hi"

Eddie sat on her bed, cheekily smiling at her.

"You know, out of all this time I've known you... you've used the front door once, maybe twice." She spoke, hands on her hips and decided on wearing a pair of black leggings and a old raggedy Van Halen t-shirt of her moms.

Dressing herself she finally turned around, pulling her hem down and leaning against the dresser.

"And no ones even home besides us" she spoke, about to laugh herself to tears.

"I mean, had to keep up the romance some how" he shrugged, staring her down.

Thats when she really laughed, a full on belly laugh at that.

"Eddie... you do realize that key i gave you was a key to our front door? Dad got pissed the last time you snuck in because he just finished painting and you ruined the coat" she said in-between laughs.

The look on her face brought a oddly familiar warmth to his heart.

He missed this, he missed her laughing.

"You mean to tell me I've had a key to your house and I didn't know?"

She knodded, the laughter dying down and she just smiled.

"Do you want to uh.. do you wanna go back to my place? Wayne is going to kill me if I don't bring you over at some point and time" he asked, pointing towards the window.

She walked up to him and cupped his face, leaning to his level.

"Well I'm not climbing through the window thats for sure"

He shook his head and smiled. Oh, if only she knew what she did to him.

Soon after they heard cries coming from another room and she went to go get him, but Eddie stopped her.

"Let me.. I need to make up for lost time.."

She simply knodded in agreement, allowing herself to relax for once.

Eddie's point of view

I walked in the direction of the soft cries, scared honestly out of my fucking mind.

The idea that I, Eddie Munson, town "freak" and local D&D Dungeon Master, was a father scared the shit out of me.

What if I was like my old man? What if I end up just being a fleeting p.o.s just like mine? I don't wanna put them through that..

Finally arriving at the door I slowly opened it, noticing the crib was sat against the bay window that had light curtains drawn, making the scene just alittle movie like.

We always did have a knack for dramatics...

His tiny, beautiful face peered back at me with the crying ceasing to exist. He had a mop of curly dark brown hair and blue eyes just like Eloise. I couldn't help but smile.

Once I reached him, all I could do was smile and he immediately held his arms out for me. I gingerly picked up, bouncing him on my hip.

"Hey there little guy! Did you sleep well? " I asked and he simply smiled and laughed.

"I agree, s'pretty rough sleeping through the night but it'll be ok" I spoke gently, kissing his forehead and holding him close.

Walking back to her room, her back was turned to us. I leaned against the door frame and smiled, watching her move as she picked up things around her room.

For being such a disaster (in her mind), she sure didn't like clutter. Always had her bed made, always organized. She had the trailer looking great when she was here before.. Wayne always thanked her for getting stuff picked up so "it didn't look like a fucked up frat house"

"You know, staring is very rude, Munson. And you're teaching it to our son none the less" she spoke not even looking up at us.

"I'm just watching you" I replied, Harrison cooing with me.

"Well do you see something you like I assume?" She stood up, hands on her hips and peering back at me. She held her arms out for Harrison and he gladly went to her. A familar person that makes him happy, I couldn't blame him. I remember when we, and by we I meant me, would drink and she would let me sleep in her arms, always played with my hair until I fell fast asleep.

"I see something I love.." I said lowly enough for her to hear and she simply smiled.

"Listen.. uh, how about I take you guys back to the house? Wayne's gonna be back later and he's been asking about you" I asked, scratching the back of my head.

"Sure.. um... we'll just have to get Harrisons things and all that." She replied, changing him out of his dirty clothes and getting him ready for a bath. I agreed, and she filled the bath up with just enough water and let him play around.

"Could you grab a clean diaper for him? And pick out some clothes.. just please don't have him looking like a mess" she spoke, sitting on the toilet lid and watching him.

"Of courseeeeee!" I spoke dramatically and she simply laughed and shook her head.

I missed that laugh..

~

Third person point of view

Eddie's arms were extended out as he did a bow and curtsied. Always being one for the dramatics, Eloise laughed and shook her head. He was always alittle bit more than out there, always doing the absolute most and drawing attention onto him.

In his mind, if he was the towns "freak", he was just going to make the most of it and own it like he was the one who came up with it.

In the beginning it hurt his feelings alot although he would never show it to anyone. He was just used to it, the bullying. It always was a factor in his life rather it was at school or at home.

If it wasn't Jason Carver and his merry gang of dickheads, it w was his father. And he would be damned if he let anyone see his emotions.

But then after Eloise asked him if he was ok one day after the jocks poured spaghetti on him, he broke down. Eddie was tired of running with the punches. He was tired of being strong and just embracing it.

Eloise was his best friends younger sister. She was quite, and beautiful. While she wasn't the popular crowd's radar as much due to her brother she was a target every now and again.

He decided that day that she was worth it, she was his person. She was the only one other than her brother at the time that would make sure he was ok. That made sure he was taken care of, that would help Eddie clean himself up.

She was his light at the end of the tunnel.

He walked back to Harrisons room and kinda searched for clean clothes through the dresser. He did infact stumble on a Metallica baby onesie, and his mind was made up. He grabbed the item, some pants and a diaper and ran back to her room and smiled at the site of her holding Harrison in her arms wrapped in a towel. He was laughing while she blew raspberries on his chest laughing herself.

Eddie took the site in smiling. Her dimples showed, hair flowing and she was just a site to see.

And he thought to himself that he was going to make it his mission to show her that trying again was the right choice.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie stranger things #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #joesph quinn

[stevesorgasmicriffs]

when i was younger, i was the definition of a troublemaker.

i was unruly, disruptive, misbehaving. i dissociated a lot. i had trouble making friends and forming solid connections in school. seems like the only people i really ever talked to were the teachers who gave me detention, they were actually nice to me albeit yelled at me for being so all over the place. i couldn’t sit still. i talked too much. i talked too loud. at least that’s what all the kids said about me.

turns out all my behavioral problems were linked to something, not just loneliness and countless insecurities. whenever my mom wasn’t being a kindergarten teacher, she was a therapist. i liked to think of her as my own personal therapist. but one time in elementary school, she brought me to another therapist, and after a few tests, they concluded that i had adhd. not the most severe case, they said. still, it was enough to make me think i had a terrible curse. an irreversible infliction.

i spent that night like i did all my other nights after i went to school and successfully failed at making a single friend: cried myself to sleep. i talked because i was lonely. i thought too much because there was nothing else i could do. and it only felt wrong to occupy my time this way.

luckily, this was years ago, and i could also very easily put the past behind me. i matured since then, although my adhd hasn’t completely gone away. and i have a new pastime, helping my mom out in the kindergarten classroom.

“this will help you i think,” she had said to me when i first heard about the opportunity, “since you struggle to make friends.”

“but mom,” i chuckled, “i’m 23. these kids are not even five. how could they possibly love some big dumb freak like me?”

“don’t call yourself that,” she responded sternly, “and just believe in yourself. they’re too young to know how to judge, or to know what adhd is. all the kids’ attention spans are pretty short, anyway. i mean come on. they’re four.”

that was why i called her my therapist. because i knew i could count on her to turn my outlook around straight away.

i quickly became popular in that classroom.

there were two girls who always sat next to each other, emma and ashley, who would always be so excited to see me.

“patrick!” emma would exclaim, looking up from her coloring book, while ashley would simply jump out of her seat, run up and hug my legs. she was a real sweetheart. loved to hug. even if it was a stranger. green eyes and long straight dark hair that her face always seemed to hide behind. emma’s was more short and blonde. and she had blue eyes.

i knew emma lived with her parents are her older siblings, alex and tegan, who were actually twins. tegan was an 80’s-obsessed dancer, and alex liked to play acoustic guitar. they all lived in my neighborhood.

ashley too. she was an only child, but i got to see her mom pretty often. ashley’s full name was ashley amberlyn perry, which was the most regal name i’d ever heard. she was beautiful. her mom was a banker, and she was married to some lead singer of this huge rock and roll band who always seemed to be on the road, on tour. apparently ashley looked just like her dad. her dada, as she would often quipped. my god, did she miss him.

“mommy,” she would say to her mom during drop off, tugging on her arm, “i want dada to see this. can you show this to dada? please?” and it would break my heart how nicely she would ask, knowing it would be an indefinite while before they’d see each other again. rem, her mom, told me that her husband, stevie, loved and missed their girl to death, often bragging about her to his bandmates and showing pics of her to them. always facetiming, always texting. it was hard being a single parent. i felt for rem. but she seemed pretty confident in her abilities.

“miss ruby’s making us color today!” emma would then say (she was the more talkative one), and miss ruby was how the kids knew my mom.

well, every kid except for one.

hannah was my little sister. it actually came as a surprise to us all, when she was born. i was too scared to hold her, so i would always observe my mom holding her from afar. i had a deep fascination for babies when i was a teenager. for some reason. it was more of a random infliction that slowly went away when hannah began to grow up.

yet i often feared that she would see me the way i saw myself. troubled, confused, immature.

but hannah had her own imperfections that made her special to me.

every time i would scan around the classroom, she’d always sit at a table near the corner of the room, all by herself.

she loved to color. she was one of the most imaginative kids i knew. the problem was, she was also one of the more inverbal.

contrary to what everyone thought, she didn’t have autism. she was simply the polar opposite of what i was when i was around her age: antisocial. but don’t let that fool you. on the inside, i knew that she was the biggest angel, the biggest sweetheart, and she had the biggest love for me. mom too.

our dad was really the only one who wasn’t the kindest to us. to anyone, really. we never got to see him much, but when we did, hannah would hide in her room because she got easily scared. give her a break, she was only four.

my mom was trying her absolute hardest to get her to open up more and make friends. but she was stubborn. the only person she ever really opened up around was me.

apart from having attention deficit, i was a pretty basic, average guy. i liked to play video games. i liked to watch late night star wars marathons on saturdays. other times i just liked to be outdoors, sitting under this tree we have in our backyard near the giant pond that connects all the houses in our neighborhood. these ducklings would sometimes crawl up into my lap, and they’d have the cutest squeak. that brought me peace. nothing, no force in the world could possibly disturb it. not even my own negative thoughts. i never seemed to have any when i was in the presence of nature, or children. mom says that was effective in offsetting adhd.

one day i decided to take a seat next to hannah.

she instantly shied away from me, grabbing fistfuls of where her hair hung down and covered her face with it.

“hey,” i chuckled softly, “i’m no stranger!” i glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was in the middle of coloring a page with turtles.

“whatcha working on?” i asked her, hoping she’d tell me.

no response.

seeing the turtles on there made me think of something else.

“did you bring misha today?” misha was her stuffed turtle that she always brought with her to kindie. out of the oodles of stuffies that she had piled atop her bed in her bedroom, that one was probably her favorite.

hannah shook her head.

i frowned and glanced down at the coloring book in front of me, yet to be colored in. someone else was supposed to be sitting here, another kindergartner. yet nobody decided, or bothered, to come back here to this table. it was a little isolated. maybe hannah liked it that way.

i began to grab a couple crayons and color in one of the pages myself.

i hated that i never learned how to color inside the lines. hannah (and all the kids for that matter) knew how to color inside the lines, even at the age of four. and they knew how to color lightly. me, on the other hand, always pressed down to much on the wax, so my colors would always appear darker. “why do you color like that?” emma asked me once. “i’ve always colored like this,” i replied, feeling my face turn slightly red.

“alright class, lunchtime, get ready to wash up!” my mom’s cheery, emphatic voice interrupted my stream of consciousness. “pat, that means you too, bud.” i could feel her gaze over my way.

strangely enough, i didn’t feel embarassed by this, but instead, comforted. it felt like i was back in kindie myself, getting ready to eat my pb&j with applesauce.

hannah had something similar to that, except it was a strawberry purée in a squeezy tube. and she’d always want to eat lunch with mom. i did too, just because i didn’t want her to feel left out or alone. even if mom was there.

“hannah, c’mon, take my hand,” i held my hand out for her as i got up, but she shook her head and got up, walking over to mom on her own.

i sighed and looked down at my half colored turtle, half the color not where it was supposed to be.

i looked over at hannah’s, perfectly neatly colored, lightly scribbled, the colors matching and appropriate.

my eyes flashed back to mine. since when was a turtle red and blue?

back to hannah’s. when my eyes travelled down to the bottom, i saw a small, barely noticeable note written on the bottom, in tiny black lettering:

i want to play hospital at home.

i smiled and wrote right underneath it:

okay, you can be the doctor, i can be the patient.

hannah’s room had a loft attached to it, as did mine. my loft i used for mainly video game console storage, plus my flat screen tv was there. that was essentially my gaming room. in my bedroom i had a few of hannah’s drawings hung up on a tiny bulletin board right beside my bed. they were pretty neat.

hannah’s loft had even more stuffed animals on the one side and a paper sign taped above them on that wall that read “animal hospital.” on the opposite side, there were a bunch of these balloons in a rainbow of colors that you’d find at a dollar store, and a nearly identical sign taped on that wall that read “balloon hospital.” hannah had some of the neatest writing i’d ever seen for a four-year old. it was astonishing. outstanding. but what was cute about the whole concept was, all the stuffed animals and all the balloons had bandages all over them, and sometimes the balloons would “travel” over to the stuffed animal side to comfort the ill and the injured, even though they were injured and ill themselves. (in explanation, the balloons and stuffed animals in hannah’s world were all anthropomorphic.)

hannah loved to play that game. it made me so happy and warm inside to see her living in her own little world, like basking in a dream. that was how she cheered herself up when she was feeling sad. that was her comfort.

i still didn’t know where she got all the bandages from. maybe she raised the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, it was at a perfect level for her tiny hands to grab. and she stuck them everywhere on those poor animals. and balloons. sometimes she’d get some stuck on herself. that was cute to see, i’ll admit.

and i still didn’t know where her fascination for them, or hospitals, came from.

she was a pure, innocent soul.

it absolutely crushed me anytime she got scared of anything.

so what i would do was something that was fat beyond my level of comfort.

as a naturally dyslexic person, i found it strenuous to read, not to mention the inability to focus for more than two minutes at a time didn’t help much either.

yet i liked to sit with her and read to her. she absolutely loved it.

usually the time to read to her came when she got frightened by the dark or storms. that’s what every four year old was afraid of, right?

but there was another special circumstance where i would read to her.

one time, when the kids were playing on the playground, i was too distracted by all the hubbub occurring on the actual playground equipment to notice my mom carrying a crying, red-faced hannah over towards the entrance to the school.

“mom what happened?” i immediately asked. “is hannah okay? where are you going?” and that’s when i noticed one of her kneecaps was red and raw, bleeding ever so slightly.

“oh no,” i whispered softly, expression mimicking my tone.

“watch the kids for me,” my mom told me, right before i offered to help clean up the blood and stick a bandage on the wounded area.

i paid attention to how hannah was holding onto my mom, as if for dear life, sobbing into the crook of the neck with noticeable tears.

i was too distracted by that to notice anything else that was going on.

“watch the other kids.” that command rang in my ear. but none of those kids mattered to me in that moment.

i’d run back inside, following my mom, where they were in the classroom putting some peroxide on the wound.

“patrick, what did i tell you,” my mom sighed exasperatedly.

“mom, i’m sorry…”

“i specifically told you to…”

“i just wanted to make sure hannah was okay,” i replied in a low voice, strung with guilt.

“can you please go back out there and watch them?”

“but hannah…” that was my only thought.

“hannah will be fine. she will be fine. don’t worry about her right now. i’ve got her taken care of. now what about all those kids out there without a supervisor?”

“i-im sorry…” i sighed and hung my head down ashamedly, running back outside to find all the other kids perfectly fine, playing the way they’d been playing.

i glanced back to the entrance to the school. i still didn’t know if hannah was okay. she was still crying. she was still sad.

i rushed back inside.

“patrick!” my mom explained crossly when i rushed back in.

“can i read to her afterwards?” i asked.

“yes, but that’s not important right now, you have a job to do, go do it…”

“i’m sorry,” i whispered, my breath catching in my throat slightly before i headed back out.

when we all went back inside from recess, i located the rocking chair in the back of the classroom, where my mom usually sat to read storybooks to the kids.

right before i was about to sit down in it with a book i’d picked out prior from the bookshelf in the back of the room, my mom called out to me, “not right now bud, end of the day, remember?”

“i was just gonna read to hannah,” i called back.

i could hear my mom audibly sigh. “there’s just no fixing you, is there?”

“mom, i’m sorry, but i just thought… thought it would make hannah… hannah feel better…” i hated that i stuttered whenever i got worked up.

and whenever i got worked up, i always had to force myself out of the classroom.

so that’s precisely what i did.

and i didn’t talk to my mom the entire ride home.

or during dinner that night.

or said good night to her.

i just sat in my room, on the floor, alone.

until i felt a small hand grab mine and a small person sit down next to me.

hannah smiled and me and showed me a book that she picked out from her own personal bookshelf.

“you… you want me to read to you?” i asked, my discouragement slowly fading away.

hannah nodded, a sad gleam in her eyes. “you said you would.”

i glanced down to her bandaged knee, where i could see a small bit of it was still exposed, poorly covered up by mom’s first aid.

i quickly ran out of the room and returned with another bandage in my hand, carefully peeling off the paper back and sticking it on the spot that mom had missed.

“are you feeling okay?” i asked hannah, and she smiled and nodded, squeezing my hand.

then i glanced down to her lap.

“what book did you pick out?” i asked her.

she set the book down in my lap, which was one about a princess who had to live with her evil stepmother and stepsisters.

“here, let’s go into your room,” i said softly, fearing i’d wake mom up.

so we both got up and i took her hand, leading us both into the blush-colored room next door.

i felt like a giant sitting down on her bed, but hannah didn’t seem to mind it.

i opened the book and began reading it to her, slowly, pointing out certain words and illustrations much like mom did when she read to them.

and by the time the book ended, all hannah’s tears had dried up, and the puffiness and redness in her face had gone considerably down.

i glanced back at the cover of the book, noticing the illustration.

“hannah,” i whispered, “would you want to live with evil stepsisters?”

hannah shook her head.

“what about sisters in general?”

hannah shrugged.

“would you rather have an older sister or a younger sister?”

hannah said nothing, but instead gazed outside her window.

i directed her attention back to me.

“would you rather have a sister… or a… or a brother?” i then asked, to which i got another silent answer.

i had to think for a moment.

“would you… rather… would you rather have a… an older brother or a… a younger brother?” i then asked.

this time, hannah cautiously took my hand, squeezing it tenderly, and rested her head on my stomach, shutting her eyes.

“older?” i asked.

hannah nodded.

me?” i looked down at her.

she smiled slightly and nodded, squeezing my hand more. “a patrick,” she whispered.

[bonesofwomanhood]

Well, it's been a few crazy weeks. I hate doing things, even if it's something i enjoy, knowing that i have to do something later just puts me in a bad mood.

I'm already in the new apartment, i had to leave a lot of my stuff, i cried a lot, i think mom must be mad at me for being such a cry baby. I want my stuff, this place is so small and i have no choice more than stay home all day so i feel trapped, before i had another room i could go to, now i don't. I wonder if this is how my fish felt. I feel so guilty, this apartment is still nice, had i been 19 i would have loved it, i wanted a very small place but now i'm sad, i'm trapped and i had to leave lots of my stuff. I feel like i'm being cruel to this place, it's giving me a roof so i can stay safe and four walls so i won't be outside scared, yet i'm being ungrateful by complaining that it's small. I'm sorry. Mom had to come earlier today to help me get rid of stuff, even when it was trash i cried and felt guilty for throwing it away, i kept saying sorry to the things. I'm 24, it's so stupid, i'm so stupid. So, so stupid.

It's in the same building too, so my creepy neighbour is still here.

I would also love this apartment if i could go out, it's such a nice place to come back to, small but comfy, cute. Yesterday i was scrolling through instagram and saw a story someone posted, it was an old pic i think, because i know the girl who posted it and she is 30 but said the pic was in her 20's. It was her and her best friend at a restaurant having a drink, they looked really pretty and it seemed fun. For one second i thought "Oh, it's gonna be so fun to come home after a drink" and then i immediately got sad. It's not gonna happen to me. I can't go out. I can't go for a drink or for a walk at the park, i can barely go to a store. It's not gonna happen. I will never be a girl that goes to have a drink and fun with her friends then comes back home to her cute, small apartment. Instead i am trapped between 4 walls and i get scared of going to the store in front of the building. I guess i could take an uber to go somewhere but then i have no money for that and everyone always gets so mad at me for going by car, because it's spoiled to do so when it's so easy to take the bus or a train (but i can't be outside!!!) Even if it's my money. And any way, it's not like i have fun outside, i will have a hard time the day before and the day after. I hate watching instagram stories because i want to join. I want to take a bus to go for a drink, i want to go to a park, i want to sit outside in a restaurant. I have to be inside everywhere and everyone gets mad and i get sad and i don't even enjoy it (but i would never tell someone i didn't have fun) and any way it's not like i have someone i can go to. I have no close friends, althought i do think lots of people consider me their friend (or at least i get called that) but i only consider someone a friend when we talk often, if we go 3 weeks without talking then, i know nothing about you.

Did you need anything? I can't walk on the street okay but i can take a car to buy you a thermometer if you need it or i can help you tidy your room or i can make you dinner or i can just say good morning. If we don't share life then we are not friends, i guess i'm annoying. I need a word for people that consider me a friend but i don't consider them one. I know i'm the one that's in the wrong here tho, that's why i often feel lonely. I haven't told most of those people about my issue tho, it's a burden and something i'm embarrassed of, as long as they always see me inside, they might notice i act weird but they don't have to know.

Anyway, i wish i was the close friend of someone and i wish i could take a bus and go have dinner and then walk a few blocks from the bus stop to my small, cute apartment. I wish i wasn't me.

A few days ago i was talking to someone i adore about killing myself. About what happened the past few months. I didn't want to tell her, but i felt pressured at the time. I shouldn't have said anything because she texted me quite a bit more than she usually does which can only mean one thing, i'm an awful person that worried her.

I still avoid the numbers 24 and 25 as much as i can, i fear it might be my last year. I seriously thought about it today and got so scared. Will i make it to 30? I want to, but if it's still like this, is it even worth it?

#vent #agoraphobia

[girlbosslrell]

ok now that i’m done picard, here are my thoughts (spoilers ahead):

young guinan is everything. i want to be her bff. i want to pet her dog.

chris and that random doctor lady were sooooo lame lol oh so you met and fell in love in three (3) days and now you wanna give up all your friends and stay in the past with her? booooooo.

annie wersching was an absolutely kickass borg queen. i liked her in marvel’s runaways (VERY underrated show and better than most of the disney+ marvel shows oops) but i love her even more here. i was captivated every moment she was onscreen

speaking of borg queens, i felt so bad for agnes wtf??? she was SO LONELY. maybe if her friends just reached out to her more she wouldn’t be tempted to link up with the actual literal borg queen what the hell. shame on her friends honestly. my poor girl :(

controversial opinion incoming in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... i don’t like seven and raffi 😬 i like the IDEA of seven and raffi. i love seven of nine being gay. however, i think she was really rude to raffi for like... the majority of the season. maybe all of the season?? like everything she said to raffi was way harsh. when she called her manipulative?? that was too far for me. raffi is a lot of things, she’s a recovering addict and a lonely woman (lotta those in PIC it seems) but she is not manipulative. i wanted to ship them but i honestly think raffi deserves someone who respects her more.

THAT TRAUMA PLOTLINE.... WHEW. hit me like a ton of bricks. i cried at picard’s mom’s suicide. as a mentally ill woman, i relate so hard to mentally ill women in media. to see renée and yvette struggle like that... to see renée succeed but yvette ultimately succumb to her mental illness... i think it was the most competently handled plot in the entire show, and i do not say that lightly. the idea that grief and trauma has us stuck in our past isn’t new to star trek (hello ds9 s1ep1), but i think they demonstrated it brilliantly in PIC. the fact that we get flashbacks to picard’s trauma throughout the whole season but don’t really get the full picture until the end was well done because not only it built up suspense and anticipation, but it also showed how he was repressing those memories. until he didn’t. until he let it all out and forgave himself and let himself accept love. that was brilliant. i cried. thank you for that season-long therapy session q

SPEAKING OF Q..... 😭😭😭 q my beloved!!!! he DIED? i mean they kinda left it open, like maybe sending them to the future wouldn’t kill him because he didn’t have to send rios too (thanks dumbass romace plot) but still omg my baby, my qq.... 😢 the idea of a universe without q makes me very sad

but let’s not end this on a sad note. PIC s2 was good, so much better than s1 but the bar was literally on the floor LOL. i don’t think picard will ever be one of my favourite star trek shows, but the way it handled trauma makes me hold it in very high esteem, and i am cautiously optimistic about what they will roll out for season 3

#annie.txt #pic lb

[loverdudearchive]

😗

#dont rb #🌊 #thinking about my mom's weird grasp of my gender identity #when i came out to her she cried and said something about 'it jus feels like (deadname) is dead!' and shit but like #i know she was somewhat aware of it beforehand and she basically always uses gender neutral terms for me? #like when i was leaving to go back to my dorm after staying for dinner on monday and like #my parents were saying goodbye on the porch and because of daisy we were all sad and they were just- #-like thanking me for being so present all of that week and stuff and as i was walking away my dad was like #'you're a good girl' and my mom slightly overlapped him saying 'good kid' #not like snapping at him/correcting him but just like saying it cause she knew girl would make me upset #it's like. that one pic like. she's a lil confused but she's got the spirit #OTHER THAN ME BEING TRANS THEY'RE LIKE REALLY GOOD ABOUT THIS KIND OF THING THOUGH? #like understanding people's kids are their own people and not property of the parents and you can't control who they are etc #and like if a friend of mine came out as trans they'd probably be like oh ok! #but when it was me they were like #but ur our widdle girl :( this hurts us #and i'm like YOU GUYS? YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS #and so i backtracked and was like 'oh you can call me she and (deadname) it's ok it's fine idm' even though it's hell #back in june when i came out i mean #anyway. idk it was just funny #bittersweet because she's trying but doesn't want to say something specifically masculine

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

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Y/n  sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n  informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool. 

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 3

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines

Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!! Y'all enjoy this now, because it's only gonna get so much more angstier soon. -Thorne

Set Three Months After PT. 2:

She didn’t have to look up to know who entered the shop, because his voice carried over the air. “Melisandre!”

Humming, she immediately plated a pastry and a hot coffee, sliding it on the counter just as he sat down. “Good morning, Wally,” she greeted, watching him take a bite. “Right on time, as always.”

He smiled, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “Morming Merisamdmur,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes with a snort.

“Jeez Wally, didn’t your mom teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

Shrugging, he swallowed and said, “I was trying to be polite.”

“I think it’s more polite to chew with your mouth closed and speak after you swallow.”

They glared at each other before one of them cracked a smile and they fell into laughter. She tossed a napkin his way. “How’s your day going so far?”

Wally groaned and laid his head on the cool marble countertop. “I’ve got so much to do today, it’s not even funny.”

“Well, well, Wally the procrastinator is finally feeling his toes at the fire, huh?” She ignored his glare. “What do you have to do?”

“Barry needs my help with my cousins and my friends are coming over today to hangout and I haven’t bought any food or drinks for that and I have yet to even start cleaning my house.”

She giggled and reached over, patting his head sympathetically. “There, there, Wally. Everything will be alright. Why don’t you just bring your cousins over to your house and watch them while you hang out with your friends?”

“Because my cousins are annoying and I’m not subjecting my friends to that,” he countered and propped his chin on his palm. “Unless…”

She cocked a brow and waited for him to continue and he offered, “You come over with my cousins and help me watch them?”

“No.”

“What! Why?”

“Well for starters, I don’t know your friends and it would be weird for me to just show up.” She countered.

“They’ll like you though!” he cried, and his hand shot out, wrapping around hers. “Please, Melisandre!”

“Wally, I’ll just watch your cousins at my apartment and Iris can just come get them later, that’ll be easier and won’t force me to sit in a group of people who don’t know me.” He tried to speak but she tossed another napkin, hitting him in the face. “I’m watching Dawn and Don so you and your friends can hang out without being bothered, and that’s final.”

His face pinched. “You sure you can keep up with them?”

Something passed between them and she quirked a brow. “I can keep up with you, can’t I, Wally?”

Wally chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a fair point.” He glanced at her. “They would like you though.”

She ignored the comment in favor of, “Tell me about them. What are they like?”

He inhaled sharply and took a moment to think. “Donna’s strong willed, Roy’s loud, Lilith likes to get in your head, Garth is easy to annoy, and Dick’s kinda the glue that keeps us together.”

“Dick? He get that from Richard by asking nicely?”

Wally barked a laugh. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna tell him you said that.” He nodded. “But yeah, his name is Richard Grayson, but he goes by Dick.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was lucky that Wally was looking at his watch then.

Don’t ask. Don’t do it. Leave it alone.

But she couldn’t stop herself.

“Richard Grayson?” she feigned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Wally met her eyes. “Bruce Wayne.”

She snapped her fingers. “Right! The ward.” Wiping the counter, she added, “I heard they added a new addition to that family too. A daughter, right? Cassie? Cassidy?”

“Cassandra,” Wally corrected. “Yeah, that’s Dick’s new sister.” He put his elbows on the counter. “She’s nice, doesn’t talk a lot though.”

“The quiet one, then?”

He laughed. “Of them all.”

Don’t dig any deeper, (Y/N). Keep your fucking mouth shut and let it go.

“I always wondered what happened to that other daughter he had,” she murmured, and Wally’s face blanched like he’d witnessed a murder.

“What?”

She met his gaze. “He had another daughter. I think her name was (Y/N).”

He swallowed thickly. “He does.”

“Does? She’s still around?”

“Yeah, she’s in some Italian villa.”

“Wait really? I thought she died or something?”

“What? No! She left—” Wally snapped his mouth shut like he was about to reveal a secret, but she knew anyways. “She left and went to Europe for a mental retreat.” He finalized and she wondered if that was the story Dick told him to say if anyone asked. Or maybe it was Bruce.

“It’s been like three years now, right? You’d think she’d post something on social media.”

“The whole point of a mental retreat, Melisandre, is to get away from social media.”

Oh please, I know plenty of elite who do that shit and still post crap on their socials.

“There’s no way that girl hasn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, she’s the daughter of a multi-billionaire. There’s no way a girl that wears Gucci belts and carries Prada purses keeps herself off social media.”

Wally’s eyes narrowed like he was thinking hard about something and she internally cursed.

Oh, smooth move you dumbass.

She coughed and waved a hand. “Well, it’s all theory anyway.”

After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah…theory.” Wally got to his feet and handed her the empty plate. “I should go ahead and get back to my place and clean up before they get here.”

“Have fun,” she smiled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Take a pic with me.”

“What? Why?”

“So, I can tell my friends about you and prove I’m not lying.” He pouted. “Pretty please, Melisandre?”

Don’t do it. Dick will know. You know he’ll know.

She smiled despite her internal thoughts. “Sure.”

Wally grinned and raised the camera where she was in the background. She threw up a peace sign and gave a cheesy grin, momentarily blinded by the flash of the camera.

She spun and filled a bag with pastries then handed it to him. “Here, so you can give even more proof.”

Wally took the bag and hopped onto the counter, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Melisandre!” And he was dashing out the door.

You’ve ruined it all. This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And it’s going to come quicker than you think.

She frowned and wiped down the counter again, trying to ignore her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe, it wouldn’t.

***

Waving Barry and Iris off, she smiled as the twins climbed into the backseat of their car and the taillights signaled their departure. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the mess the two tornadoes had left. Even for the little she had in her apartment, they sure did know how to make a mess.

She sighed as she bent over to pick up one of the cushions when her doorbell rang and she stood up, confusion coming over her as she made her way to the door.

“Hello?” she asked, and a muffled voice echoed from the other side.

“Melisandre, it’s me, Wally. Can I come in?”

She opened the door, surprised to see him. “Wally? What are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends?”

“Yeah, I told them I had to do something really quickly,” he said as entered her apartment. He took a moment to examine her living room. “Man, Dawn and Don did a number here, didn’t they?”

She chuckled. “We had fun building forts.” Nudging him in the side, she added, “I don’t mind the mess.” She looked at him. “Do your friends know? About you being…you know?”

He nodded. “We’re all special in some way.”

Understatement there, Wally.

“So, why tell them you need to do something then come to me? Is everything alright?”

Busying herself with the couch cushions, she waited for him to explain, but nothing could’ve prepared her for his words.

“It will be once I get to the bottom of it…(Y/N).” She froze for a split second, but it was all he needed. “It really is you, isn’t it?”

(Y/N) stood upright and gazed at him. “When did you know?” Her voice was a lot colder than she meant for it to be.

“I had suspicion for a while, but when I showed the picture to everyone, Dick said it looked like you.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I thought I did a good job changing my appearance from three years ago.”

Wally didn’t laugh, he merely gaped at her. “Why?”

“Why what?” (Y/N) knew what he was referring to.

“Why’d you just leave?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have any idea what your family has gone through since you disappeared on them? The grief? The shame?”

She shrugged. “I explained everything in the letter I wrote my dad, Wally. There’s no reason why they should still be concerned with me.”

“They love you!” he shouted, taking her by surprise. “They love and miss you so much!”

“My family ignored me for eighteen years straight, Wally!” She yelled right back. “What was I supposed to do? Sit and pretend being forgotten was all normal?!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shove at his chest. “I chose to leave because my next choice was taking a swan dive off Wayne Enterprises!”

His eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I left because the only person who cared about me, was me.” She turned and fixed the final couch cushion while he watched her do so.

“They’re still looking for you, you know. Dick is always staring at his phone hoping there’s a text from Jason or Tim that they’ve found a sign of you.”

(Y/N) sighed. “If you’re trying to guilt trip me, Wally, it’s not going to work.” She shot him a glare. “I got over the fucking guilt the second the flight to Central took off. I got over the fucking guilt the night I laid in a hotel room bed curled into a ball where I cried myself to sleep. I got over the fucking guilt the moment I realized I’ve done so much better on my own than when I was there.”

She marched up to him and got in his face. “I got over the fucking guilt when I realized Barry and Iris Allen were more of a family than four brothers and dad ever were.”

They glared at each other and finally, she let out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already started a new life here and I have no plans of ever going back.”

“At a college that doesn’t have a real name. You know that’s illegal, right?”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, Wally? March into four-C and tell them Bruce Wayne’s daughter is going to school under a false name? We both know you wouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell Dick,” he suddenly shot back, and she went rigid.

“You wouldn’t dare,” (Y/N) threatened and he took a step towards her, getting nose to nose with her.

“Try me.”

They stared one another down and she said, “I think you need to leave, Wally West.”

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He spun on his heel and marched to the door, but stopped when she questioned,

“Are you really going to tell him?”

Wally gazed at the ground for a moment then he murmured, “…No…it’s not my place to.”

(Y/N) swallowed and nodded. “Thank yo—”

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I’m lying to my best friend about knowing the real location of his baby sister he misses dearly.”

She looked away. “Cassandra is his baby sister now. He should focus on her.”

“You really have no idea about what they feel for you, do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, and she grunted.

“Get out, Wally.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gone,” he spat, slamming the door behind him, hard enough that it shook the walls that held the doorframe.

(Y/N) stared at the door for a few moments then cursed sharply and collapsed onto her couch, eyes directed to the ceiling. Three years down the drain in one conversation.

Way to go, (Y/N). You did a spectacular job of keeping it all under wraps.

She groaned and picked herself off the couch, not caring about the mess as she headed to bed. She’d deal with it all in the morning.

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[rw47vr-key]

Family -The heart of home

(I don't own the pic)

Hello my dears!!💙

Hope you're all doing fine.💕💕This little one shot is inspired on an imagine post by @hacked-by-jake (sorry dear,I don't know where that link is😅,Please send me if you can🙃 )

Edit : based on THIS but I forgot to include that part😅

I'm still a beginner in writing and wrote this out of nowhere suddenly,so please forgive me if there's any mistakes.

*runs hectic and dashes half the people nearby*

"I'm sorry, so sorry"

*again runs hectic*

"Oh! Come on hackerman!! This is not a marathon,you don't have to run here like this.Besides, your girl will be fine"

Jessy who is standing beside him,hits his hand and said, "Dan,please shut up"

"Dan,You'll act the same if Jessy's in that situation",Lilly tells Dan, by pointing finger at his girlfriend Jessy.

"Hey! We're not even a couple. we have just started dating", replies Dan.

"Wait Lilly, why are you dragging m..."

"Can't you all be serious atleast now?, Richy and Cleo say in unison.

"Guys! This is a hospital! Keep your voice down!!",Hannah tries to keep them quiet.

*Jake still panting*

Thomas pats Jake's shoulder, "Hey man! Don't worry, they'll be fine."

"What did the doctor say?"

.......

"What's the silence?

.....

Did so-something happen?"

***

Few hours before

"Did you eat in the morning?"

"Yes"

"What about the tablet,you said you were feeling dizzy again,did you take that before your meal?"

"Mmh yes"

"Did you drink water?"

You chuckle "....yes,Jake"

"What about the new shoes,I ordered and gave you yesterday? Was it comfortable to walk?"

"Honey, you don't have to worry about me.Everything is fine.Besides,your sister Lilly is helping me right?"

"You don't trust me,bro?",Lilly hears since the speaker is on.

"What? You put it on speaker?,Ok doesn't matter.Its not that I don't trust you,sis. I-I actually wanted to be with her at this time.But--

"You don't have to worry about my sister-in-law, you'll be back today evening right? You just went yesterday afternoon to a nearby town for that work.You already miss your wife and your baby huh?,Lilly teases her brother and laughs.

"Of-of course I miss them.It feels like an eternity to me."

"You're still blushing and stuttering like a newly married couple.Well,I'm Outta here",she waves goodbye to you and tries to leave your room.

"My darling MC! You miss me right?"

"Jake I-I ",you then suddenly scream and yelp while Lilly runs back to you..

"... Darling? MC? What happened??

"Lilly!!,what happened to MC!?"

***

"What happened? Why are you all silent?, his eyes turn red and tears already flowing.

Cleo: "Ja-Jake,you have to calm down first. It's just ,the baby is not breathing properly, and it's difficult to deliver the baby."

Jake felt like his whole world has been destroyed and couldn't take it anymore.He just sat down in shock in a corner and hid his face and weeped silently.

*in Jake's mind*

I should have been with her.What if something happens to her and our baby because of me? It's all my fault. I-I should have cancelled my work.What am I going to do without... No!! Mom, please, please don't take them with you!".Shit! Why am I thinking like this!?

No one knew what to do.Everyone were so worried too.They just hoped everything will be alright.

After sometime

*baby cries heard in the ward*

Jake slowly lifts his crying face and runs to the door,while Dan pulls Jake and says,"Man! Wait for the doctor!!"

The doctor comes out and gives a warm smile: "Both are safe now.You can go and see,one at a time after she wakes up.

Jake thanks the doctor and nurse and everyone hugged and cheered for him.

"Who knew hacker boy will become a dad?",Dan says and everyone laughs.

"Sshh!!!",a nurse passing by asked them to not make noise.

All just went silent and were embarrassed, while Dan still tried to say something, Thomas gestured him to shut his mouth.

*After an hour or two*

Jake walks nervously to you and sees you.He caresses your head and kisses on your forehead."Are you ok?"

"I'm alright,honey."

He hears a little squeaking ,meek voice on the other side of your bed in a crib.

You nudge and ask him to go and carry the baby.

He just stares at your eyes as if telling that he doesn't know how to do it.

Luckily a nurse enters and gives the baby girl/boy to you.

Seeing a tiny ,cute infant wrapped in white cloth, eyes blinking and smiling widely without any teeth, in your arms made him as well as you very blissful. Especially, you were so glad to see Jake's reaction.

He seats on the corner of your bed and slowly tries to hold his baby in his arms and asks you repeatedly whether he was holding right.

He then finally looks the baby altogether for the first time.The baby suddenly helds his little finger and shakes it.Jake's already brightened face, glowed so much with happiness but suddenly you heard him sniffing.

"Baby! Why are you crying?"

*sniffs* *sniffs* "Finally,finally I-I feel like I'm in home aft-after a long time."

He looks at the baby and at you and then says"We're a family now".

You were also weeping in happiness and hugged and caressed his hair.

"Yes! Yes Jake!, We are"

***

"Jake!! Jake!! Honey? Get up!! Why are you crying??"

You were both in the bedroom and you released his hug while sleeping ,since you heard him murmuring something and crying.

"Jake!!"

He jerks and gets up from the bed and looks around in confusion,while you were wiping his tears.

"Where is the baby?",he asks.

"Which baby? " . Then you blush and say "Oh,you mean your wife? I'm here.We got married only yesterday and you already miss me?"

He looks at you in bewilderment and finally realises.

"Ahh...It was a dream?",he rubs his eyes and sighs.

"Wait, did you have a bad dream?"

"No"

You still were confused but he assured you he was fine.

He gave a weird sneaky smile and then approaches you, whispers in your ears that gives you chills," Get in the bed again"

" We're already in the bed,what do you mean by.. "

*you widen your eyes*

"Jake!! You!!"

___the end____

Let me know how it was🙃

Have a great day/eve/night lovelies!!❤️💜

Oops I posted it by mistake,hope there's not many mistakes😅

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