#''Why so panicked? I thought I was just spouting bullshit? Or maybe I DO know what you're thinking.

[sage-nebula]

Persona 4 is feeling a bit slow and boring so far in comparison to Persona 3, which is a bit weird considering they jump in with the murder mystery stuff pretty immediately. But it just feels like cutscene after cutscene without much opportunity to actually explore or do much, so . . . hopefully it'll pick up soon.

[weirdsht]

LOL HI I HAVE A THOUGHT AGAINNN HEHEHE

Cale and the gang with someone who's a mermaid? They're scared shitless because of the insanity their fellow merfolk are expressing towards creatures that haven't done them anything too big. They can be transmigrated or just simply too self aware of what kind of people they are going to face if they keep meddling with other creatures' affairs with no reasonable explanation.

I love mermaids lol 😞

It can be platonic or romantic. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE 🔥🔥🔥

Out of Their Minds - LoTCF & Mermaid! Reader

notes: thank you for enjoying my fics! I wrote something more lighthearted this time because I'm realised I kept writing angst. Low-key wanna do a pt.2 of this ngl. Also I know betta fishes live in shallow water but they are the most magnificent fish I have laid my eyes on so I wanted to use them

tags: mermaid reader, male reader (it wasn't planned, i was addressing to reader as a man before I could realise it lol), set after cale heals paseton, paseton/reader if you squint, i made a bunch of bullshit information about mermaids since there isn't much known about them anyways

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Sigh 

“This is what you get for working with shady people…”

You stare at the three mermaid corpses on top of a big rock. It was the middle of the night making the sight more eery. It makes you nauseous. Especially as you notice how one of them is armless.

However, you didn’t pity them.

“Serves you right to be honest.”

You whispered in the corpse’s ear as you sat on top of the boulder. Your mermaid tail swaying against a part of the rock that has no mermaid on it.

“How did you lose your arm though? Did you anger the Whale Tribe so much that they took your arm as a souvenir?”

Looking at the sea you wondered who killed them.

“Maybe it was that ruffian called Archie? But I heard rumours from the fishes that the Whale King will beat him to a pulp if he goes too far.”

Humming in disbelief, you continued talking to the corpse as though they were still alive.

“Hmm, but you guys crossed the line first so I guess doing this much to your bodies is nothing.”

You started thinking about what happened to the mermaid tribe as of late. Some shady organizations came and made a deal with them. You didn’t know much but you heard the organization called Arm was asking for a sea route.

“Wait, it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? You’re working for something called Arm and you lost your arm when you died.” 

With your index finger pointing out, you tried to poke the cheek of the armless mermaid. But alas you couldn’t do it. Too disgusted at their mummified looks.

“Eww, you all look so gross. Why am I even sitting on top of you all? I’m gonna go back now before that weirdo magic spearman who keeps calling himself my hyung looks for me.”

Grimacing at the thought of the guy who insisted you’re his family now, you tried to get off the boulder you were sitting on. You may be an orphan, but you aren’t desperate to acquire new family members.

Shaaaa

As you try to climb down, you hear a soft splashing sound from behind. It sounds like water being manifested out of thin air.

Wait… Water out of thin air?

That could only mean the Whale Tribe. Not just ordinary ones, but one of the Shickler’s children.

Panicking, you tried to turn around while climbing down. Which only resulted in you falling off the boulder and landing hard on your butt.

“Wait wait wait! Is that a sword? Oh my god, it’s Paseton. Wait no should I call you his highness Paseton?”

Teary eyes and mouth spouting a bunch of nonsense because of panic made the half-blood whale stop in his tracks. Usually, when he encounters a mermaid they would spare no time attacking him.

“Are you about to discard those bodies in the water?”

“What? No way! If I did that those weird people would find me sooner.”

“Weird… People?”

Paseton lowered his sword and you relaxed a little. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand before addressing the whale’s confusion.

“Yeah! You should know about it already. I heard the turtles talking about how the mermaids are haunting you because you found out they were working with humans! Oh, but you don’t seem hurt, good for you!”

You gave him a thumbs-up as if you weren’t on the verge of crying because you fell earlier.

The half-blood whale finds you weird. It looks like you have no intentions of hurting him. In fact, it looks like you’re supporting him?

“...You’re that rumoured eccentric mermaid. Son of the previous mermaid leader.”

“No need to make it sound good. I know the rumours actually call me crazy and not eccentric. But yes that’s me, the crazy orphan whose parents got assassinated by mermaids. They're the real lunatics if you ask me.”

Paseton hesitantly shook the hand you offered.

“But why are you here? I heard you’ve gone missing and the mermaid tribe are worried sick looking everywhere for you?”

“You’re one to talk, I heard your sister is going crazy looking for you too.”

Letting go of his hand, you began to explain what happened.

“You already know about it but the merpeople are getting help from above ground. That was also why they assassinated my mother, the previous mermaid leader. She wanted to straighten out the relationship between our tribe and yours. She also initially refused the offer that the humans made. Look where that got her.“

Because of that you became wanted by the merpeople too. They framed it as looking for the lost heir but what they really want is to capture you to exploit your abilities.

As thanks for not killing you, you explained your special abilities to Paseton. Your poison is three times stronger than normal mermaids. You also possess the ability to heal any poison that comes from water and it’s creatures in it. Another special ability of yours is transforming into a fish. A secret ability that only the direct blood of the true mermaid leader can possess.

“My poison is strong enough to do this.”

Stretching your arms, you demonstrated your poison to Paseton by letting it out on the mermaid beside you. This rendered the already armless mermaid tailless.

“The sight is disgusting each time. Not pretty at all.”

You gag as you watch the mermaid’s tail turn into green goo before it sizzles, leaving no trace behind.

“So what do you think? I was planning on leaving these bodies but I can get rid of them for you. In exchange, you’ll let me be on my merry way.” 

Paseton nodded and you took that as a cue to start disintegrating the corpses with your poison.

“Where do plan to go now?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. The mermaids have gone crazy, I’m too scared to even look at them. Both the whales and the whale tribe won’t leave me alone if they see me because they’ll think I’m one of those lunatics. Maybe I’ll forever transform into a fish and create a fantasy nation and call it Lemuria or something.”

You said it in a joking manner but Paseton can see the fear in your eyes as you talk about the merpeople. At that moment the whale tribe prince pitied you. You have essentially become an outsider with nowhere to run to.

He was about to make an offer when a water whip struck beside you.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about, now a water whip is out to kill me. Wait waterwhip? Witira?!” 

You desperately looked at the man in front of you.

“Hey, I helped you get rid of the bodies right? You said you’ll let me go right? So please explain to your sister I didn’t do anything.”

“What are you doing to my brother?!”

Witira’s angry voice from behind made you look at his brother more desperately. Paseton nodded as he walked towards his sister.

“Noona stop, he doesn’t mean any harm. We were just having a chat.”

“With a mermaid?”

Paseton begins explaining what happened to Witira. From how he gets help from a noble to you helping him get rid of the mermaids. He also explained how you’re on the run from the mermaids and the people working with them.

As Paeston speaks you tried to use their distracted state as an opportunity to go back to the sea.

Keyword being “try”.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You feel the humpback whale half-blood scoop your fish form from the shore. 

“A betta fish huh? You’re quite pretty.”

Good thing you’re a fish so the siblings wouldn’t be able to see you blush. Your fins did shine a little brighter though. Light blue with a red and white undertone that makes you look purple glistened under the moonlight. 

But there’s no way they’ll know that’s how you show being flustered in fish form so it’s good.

“What do you want with me? I already did my end of the deal~”

You whined and flopped around Paseton’s hands, throwing a tantrum. The man only chuckled while his sister watched in amusement.

“Yes, yes. But I want to make another deal.”

That made you stop flailing around.

“Turn back first. The water in my hands is running out, you already splashed most of it out.”

Obeying, you transformed back into your mermaid form. You expected Paseton to put you down then. However, he didn’t and decided to carry your bridal style instead.

He may be the weakest of the whale tribe but his still stronger than most humans.

“So what do you want?”

You crossed your arms, pouting because you lost your chance to make a getaway.

“Well, I was thinking of taking you back with us. You have nowhere to go right? You can just live with us.”

Both you and Witira looked at him quizzically. 

“What’s in it for you?”

“We’ll use your abilities when fighting the mermaids. You also have an information network that consists of sea creatures right? We’ll use that too.”

“Those are my friends, not a measly information network thank you very much. Also, didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m scared of mermaids now. I can’t even look at them.”

“Who says you have to look at them?”

You questioned what Paseton was saying. Meanwhile, Witira observes his brother. She agrees with his plan. After hearing what happened to you and your abilities, she knows you’ll be a useful card.

However, she knows her brother. And she knows that the way he's looking at you means more than what his entailing. He also seems confident that he’ll get you to go home with them before the sun rises.

Hmm, maybe that’s her fault for spoiling him too much…

“You don’t have to face them yourself. You don’t even have to leave the Whale Tribe village if you want. You’ll just have to use your abilities from far away and help us defeat the mermaid tribe.”

“...”

You mulled about it for a few seconds. It’s not like you have anything else to lose as you already lost everything. It is also true that you have nowhere to go. Your sea creature friends can only hide you for so long before you have to run away again. It also doesn’t seem like the humpback whale is lying.

Plus Paseton is pretty cute.

Wait what?

“So I don’t have to face them?”

“No.”

“Will I have my own house?”

“Hmm, not yet but I have a house that’s separate from our family residence. You can live there with me”

“Not bad… You promise I won’t meet them right? Including those crazy people that keep calling themself my new family.”

“I promise.”

“Can you buy me a large fish tank that’s installed in my house?”

“Making demands already? I’ll have a custom-made fish tank and pool, just for you.”

“Okay, deal!”

You raised your arms in celebration, already thinking just how beneficial this whole ordeal was for you. You’ll just have to provide them with your assistance that’s being used for the greater good and you’ll be spoiled as a compensation? Sweet.

Witira only shook her head at your conversation. She could already tell she had a lot to explain to her father once the three of you go home.

Oh well, as long as her brother is happy.

[wonuwrites]

Seventeen Vs. Silent Treatment

angsty thought I had at 4:13am before I had to work the other day. being a creative is rough~

warnings: cracky angst, not my best work but I tried my best xo

❥ S. Coups:

Seungcheol will either force you to talk to him or will give you space there is no in between. He would be like "are you tired of being mad at me yet?" If it was serious he would be so confused why you both were not being adults about it. If it was a prank he would just be pouty and be like "don't do it again."

❥ Jeonghan:

Honestly I can see Jeonghan sighing then just sit next to you and say, "I guess I will wait until you wanna be an adult and talk." He would just be near you until you were ready to talk or come clean about the prank you were attempting to pull. I don't see him be as affected as other members tbh.

❥ Joshua:

You know the Taylor Swift song "The Story Of Us?" Well basically the line "This is lookin' like a contest of who can act like they care less" represented Jisoo and you when you were doing a silent treatment. If anything, he'd be like "two can play that game baby cakes." Whole time you didn't talk to him would drive him crazy (crazier) though. Even though he hates to admit it, he would break first and try to break the treatment.

❥ Jun:

Oh if you did this to Jun, I'm sorry but you are simply an asshole. I don't make the rules just write them. Jun would be so confused and would just be trying everything to get you to talk to him. He'd feel like shit and so confused by the thought of you being upset with him. If it was a joke he'd just be like "I thought jokes were supposed to be funny, (Y/N)." LMFAOOOO

❥ Hoshi:

Soonyoung would just stare at you and keep asking why. He would get a little annoyed by it and would just keep trying to get your attention and get you to talk to him. I can see him being super super dramatic about it and just sighing hella heavy lmfaoooo. He'd just spout random bullshit and just be like "you are ignoring the last tiger in Korea. That's so rude." Just a mess.

❥ Wonwoo:

Wonwoo would just have to give you a look which would make you fold quicker than a house of cards. Between both of you, you would be more of the yapper so if you were quiet or giving him a silent treatment he would find it weird and would be even more confused if it was a joke. If it was for serious though, he'd give you a look and maybe arch an eyebrow lmaooooo

❥ Woozi:

When Jihoon noticed you were quieter than normal he would ask what was up. If you said nothing was wrong and then continued to give him the cold shoulder he would just roll his eyes. You were being petty and would come around when you were ready. It was annoying but he would respect your need for space if you needed it. If you got upset by him giving him space, he'd just tell you "well you could've used your words..."

❥ DK:

Seokmin would just talk at you and try to get your attention if you suddenly did it. He would simply be like "hey, you can't ignore me forever. Come on. Please? Baby... Babe... Y/N... lover." He would be just so confused why you would ignore him so quickly. He'd try to hide it but he would be panicking a lot on the inside.

❥ Mingyu:

Depending on the context of silent treatment is how Mingyu would react. If it was over something he found a bit silly or could tell it was in jest he would be SUCH a diva and just say shit like "I knew you didn't love me." If you were being serious I can see him being mad or annoyed. He'd be like Seungcheol and wonder why you both couldn't just be adults about it. He would do everything in his power to get you to talk.

❥ Minghao:

Minghao would just give you a look if you decided to give him a silent treatment. It would honestly piss him off a little if you were genuinely giving him the silent treatment because he would want you to be an adult and use your words that you needed space instead of just ignoring the issues. However, if it wasn't serious and he knew it, he would just ignore you back and see who would crack first.

❥ Seungkwan:

Oh Seungkwan could go two ways. He'd either call your childish or he would be on hands and knees trying to get you to talk to him. He loved talking with you, he loved being with you, so when you took away what he found comforting, he would be so annoyed and hurt by it. If you were giving him the silent treatment as a joke, he would be so annoyed if he was pranked lolol.

❥ Vernon:

ngl, Hansol might not catch on for a bit but if he does he'd find it pretty childish. He'd want to have open communication on your arguments or whatever because, how can he fix something if he doesn't know how or what is broken? If it was a silly reason he might squeeze your cheeks and just be overly flirty to get your attention which would cause you to crack lol.

❥ Dino:

Oh Channie would be so confused if you just stopped talking to him. He might go to Soonyoung or another one of his hyungs for advice. He would find you so confusing. He would apologize and bring you flowers and chocolate even though he wasn't quite sure what the fuck he was sorry about. When you would talk to him again, he would just be like "baby, can we talk it out instead of being silent next time?"

[twistedmusings]

Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

[stellocchia]

I was rewatching the stream where Tommy got locked up in prison with Dream (Tommy Gets Locked In Prison with Dream) and there are just a few quotes that I want to drop here for everyone:

"What's up Dream?" "Nothing much. I lost my clock since the last time you came" "That almost... if you take the 'L' out of that word then it's... it's a different word and that's funny..." "That's the Tommy I know!"

It's just so damn uncomfortable from the get-go. Because keep in mind that Tommy went in there with the idea of getting closure. In hindsight, not the best idea, but it's not like he knew how to deal with what he went through any better.

But no, what makes it so absurdly uncomfortable it's how Dream just effortlessly steps back into the "friend" role. Immediately trying to go back to their old banter and all. And, like, Tommy didn't fall for it entirely. He was clearly uncomfortable as soon as Dream said the last line, immediately going on the defensive again, but it doesn't change that there is a part of him that still had (and possibly still has) a tendency to fall back on that as well.

"I'm glad you came to visit me, you know? It's been a while... I- I wish you'd visit me more"

Like... rewatching it I'm fairly sure that either Dream doesn't understand that Tommy doesn't, in fact, see him as a friend or he's simply very willing to ignore that fact because he's just that desperate to have him around.

"This is my last visit Dream" "Like e...? Y-y..." "Yeah. Yeah... I'm- this is my last visit seeing you" "You're- like... forever?" "Yeah. Yeah I think so" "Well... forever is a long time"

Maybe desperate then. I completely forgot how genuinely shocked he was at the news that Tommy didn't want to ever go back. I'm fairly certain that this is the first time he's left completely with no words and no idea on how to react.

Also, Dream "forever is a long time" Wastaken having absolutely no qualms as long as it's him and Tommy spending that forever together. This man really needs some new hobbies. Maybe a potted plant or something.

"...you know what? there's nothing you can fu- This is my last time visiting you. So anything you wanna say to me now you can- you have to say to me now. Uhm, 'cause I'm not gonna see you again" "Why?" "Are you fucking-"

See... that's what I mean! Like, yes, he lies and manipulates and all of that, but there could be actual confusion here. Like, I do think that Dream understands exactly how fucked up everything he did to Tommy was. I don't think he's ignorant about that at all. I do think that he may not understand why that would be enough for Tommy to want to stop "their game".

Like, he obviously knows that Tommy has a shitload of trauma from what he put him through, but that's part of the fun for Dream isn't it? So does he actually understand that that "fun" is exactly why Tommy doesn't want to be around him anymore?

"I've been suffering from success while you weren't here" "Me too... except for without the 'success' part, just suffering"

Imagine abusing someone for months and then trying to get them to pity you once you end up in jail, what a f*cking looser! Also, Tommy definitely stumbling with the response because he's just very empathetic even towards Dream. Like, he repeats to himself a few times that Dream did deserve being in jail and that he did do bad things which feels much more like a reminder for himself on why he shouldn't pity him more so than a reminder for Dream.

"You had all this shit coming!" "I did... but... you know? I don't know. Maybe one day, right?" "No! No, have you seen the prison? It's kinda the most secure thing ever! Dude, you're not- you're not leaving here! sam's name still there, okay, thank god" "I'm just saying, like, maybe one day, you know?" "I- I don't-" "Eventually" "Maybe if you have extreme therapy" "Maybe one day I'll just walk out of here. Like-" "No, I don't-" "I feel like I've already been changing since I came here"

It's interesting just how quickly Dream managed to regain control of the situation though. Trying to harp on Tommy's tendency to empathize with people.

"This is my last time here. I might- I kinda- I don't wanna-" "But why?"

He asks a second time? Is he actually just that dense? Like, I get the trying to fish for sympathy aspect. He was trying to get something useful to get out of there and whatnot. But man... that's the guy he literally abused. Did he actually expect it to work? Was he just heavily relying on Tommy's empathy to pull this off or does he actually just not understand Tommy's view on their relationship at all?

"I don't wanna know you" "I mean exile it wasn't too bad, right?" "You fu-" "I mean you still- you had, you know? I mean we hang out and stuff" "I fu- you fucking- you bastard Dream!"

Honestly hear Dream talk about exile is always fascinating. Also, a gentle reminder that Dream was well aware about Tommy being suicidal during the whole duration of the exile. And yet he still defines it as "not too bad" because they were spending time together. Just... that... something alright.

"Listen, when I'm around you my brain feels like I'm fucking conditioned to be your friend but also when I have a knife I wanna just plunge it into your heart man it's like I don't- you don't make me a good person Dream, you make me bad, alright? All this shit that's happened has been because of you and I don't- I'm moving onto bigger and better things now bitch. I- I'm done. I'm done" "But isn't- what if- what if you just- like once a month or something?" "No. No, I don't- I don't wanna know you in my life anymore. This is done"

I simply couldn't not include this. I'm too much of an inniter for that. But also Dream is STILL insisting after that speech. He still didn't give up on getting Tommy to visit him more. It may be that he was just stalling for time until the explosions now that I think about it, but still, wow.

"You're a terrible man, alright?" "I did bad things-" "You're a bad guy. You're a wronging'" "Well, everyone thinks they're right from their perspective that's why I-" "That's not true. That's not true!" "Well, I think I'm right. I did bad things but I did them for good reasons, but-" "What do you mean good reasons? You're a psychopath" "I've learned. Yeah I did bad things but I've learned that I shouldn't have done them"

See, this is what I mean when I say that c!Dream apologists parrot c!Dream's rhetoric completely. Like, the whole idea that Dream had "good reasons" for his actions and that somehow that makes them okay didn't come out of nowhere, but it's sure recontextualized a lot when you understand that Dream is spouting this kind of bullshit just to convince his abuse victim to continue spending time with him. Like, when you actually look at how Dream uses his rhetoric instead of taking it as gospel it becomes pretty interesting to see how manipulative he can get.

"No what- what good reasons? No please, please enlighten us. Please enlighten me!" "I just wanted to- I just wanted to bring the server together. Have it be a happy family, you know?" "Bri- bring the server to- you fu-"

It's incredible how he was able to say that to Tommy of all people. After Tommy just mentioned moments priors how Dream tried to kill Tubbo. After he mentioned that he has trauma related to plain biomes because of Dream towards the beginning. Tommy does immediately call out the bullshit though and that's so satisfying...

"You ruined my past Dream, but you will not ruin my future" "I'm not- I- I- Tommy! I'm trying- I'm trying to change, to be better and not be the same person I was and you- it- it doesn't- y- you can visit me. Like, every now and then, right? It'll help! It'll help! Right? It'll help- it'll help me... be better" "Fuck off mate"

This was honestly the reason I rewatched the stream in the first place. I was looking for this specific quote because I thought I remembered it from somewhere and then I got distracted...

But yeah, the reason I was looking for it is that this is possibly the single slimiest f*cking move on Dream's side. If anyone is confused on the why, it's because, once again, this is emotional manipulation pure and simple. Dream putting the baggage of getting better on Tommy and appealing at his empathic nature to keep him into this f*cking abusive relationship. And also he's doing this while clearly panicked and grasping as straws. Because he does know that Tommy is not going for it right now, it's very obvious.

It's just... slimy...

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 90

[Date: 17/03, 02.33 PM GMT - 17/03, 03.53 PM GMT]

[This conversation was going on in #arg, partly simultaneously to another in #general. The second is referenced later and was posted separately before this one.]  

[Direct continuation of pt 89]

[After Void pointed out the gdoc change, Fetch added another message:]

[Added was: “Please don’t tell them please don’t tell them please just pretend you never saw this just please.”]

Void: “nvm may be just my bad internet fucking things up ignore me”

Jack the Observer: “Oh. I see it.

Little sunflower seeds in green and yellow :)”

[Maxwell: “Where do you see that?”]

Jack the Observer: “Ask fetch, I think. He’s the one who edits the blog”

Jack the Observer: “But it’s there, if you look.”

Maxwell: “Fetch....”

fetch: “It isn't though?? I'm looking at the doc right now and there's nothing about sunflower seeds”

Jack the Observer: “I can send pictures, fetch.

If you would prefer?”

Maxwell: “i cant find anything”

fetch: “jack. after yesterday do you really wanna push me.”

Jack the Observer: “Yeah, i kind of do, actually

I could

I feel like it’s important and relevant information”

Void: “fetch knows best about what is there just ignore what i said,,,,”

fetch: “yeah. let's just ignore it.”

Maxwell: “but you all said...seeds”

donti (e): “... fetch please, this is serious.. it could endanger everyone here”

Jack the Observer: “Sunflower seeds :) leaves in yellow and green. You think if i won’t let Max hide it, I’ll let you, Fetch?”

fetch: “jack. drop it. right fucking now with that stupid fucking smile.”

Jack the Observer: “You are, in fact, just as important as Max is.

Unfortunately.

And it’s imperative that we keep all of you safe.”

Maxwell: “that...is one of the nicest things ive heard you say to us....”

fetch: “i know the doc better than anyone. i know what's there and whats not. if I say there's nothing there then there's nothing there.”

Jack the Observer: “You put it there, Fetch.”

fetch: “there's nothing there.”

Jack the Observer: “ Uh huh. /s”

jaynoblade: “he's right. there's nothing there. i just looked”

fetch: “im not ignoring anything there's nothing there.”

Jack the Observer: “Jay, what the fuck”

jaynoblade: “genuinely. i just looked. nothing”

donti (e): “hey hey hHEYyyyy chill”

Jack the Observer: “Is it gone — wait”

fetch: “check for yourself, jack”

[Context: Fetch deleted his edits about the seeds.]

Jack the Observer: “Oh, no i still have it”

fetch: “as i said. there's nothing there.”

Jack the Observer: “I still have it. And i have more pictures if you want to see them.”

donti (e): “... seeds?”

Maxwell: “thats just an image of a previous thing?”

fetch: “how do i know you aren't just editing shit”

[donti (e): “... seeds?”]

Jack the Observer: “I’m trying to have Fetch tell you first.”

kateza: “Hi good morning what’s going on?”

Mothbo: “Jack saw something no one else did”

[fetch: “how do i know you aren't just editing shit”]

Jack the Observer: “Fetch. You know I don’t lie.”

[Mothbo: “Jack saw something no one else did”]

Jack the Observer: “Haha :)”

fetch: “but you sure as hell spout a lot of bullshit.

now for the last time. There's nothing. there. Fucking drop it.

please.”

Jack the Observer: “And now instead of knight you sound like Max

Crazy”

Maxwell: “what?”

Jack the Observer: ““Oh no, i don’t want to tell them, please i just want to suffer by myself and not accept any help even though I clearly need it, no everyone else is busy, everyone else is stressed, they can’t know please don’t tell them”

That’s what you sound like

And that’s what Fetch sounds like too”

fetch: “you better watch your fuckin mouth, pal.”

Mothbo: “Jack, that's not going to help them all. I know you're hurt cos of Syd but don't take it out on them.”

Maxwell: “....”

[Mothbo: “Jack, that's not going to help them all. I know you're hurt cos of Syd but don't take it out on them.”]

Jack the Observer: “I’m not angry, I’m amused. And I’ll admit, slightly frustrated. What is up with these people and their self esteem issues.”

fetch: “what's up with you and your attachment to someone that doesn't exist anymore?”

Maxwell: “.....fuck off”

Jack the Observer: “If you don’t tell them within the hour ill see you in #img”

[fetch: “what's up with you and your attachment to someone that doesn't exist anymore?”]

Jack the Observer: “Oh, so you don’t exist when Knight is out? Shut the fuck up”

Maxwell: “i....”

Jack the Observer: “I’m glad you’re not all acting so goody goody and nice talking me anymore. This is refreshing.”

[People tell Jack and Fetch to stop arguing with each other. That just solved nothing and there’s no time to waste]

fetch: “i don't have the energy to fight anymore. there's nothing in the doc, whatever you have is edited bullshit, end of story.”

Jack the Observer: “Okay, we’re just going to ignore someone purposefully endangering their own health then. Sounds good to me /s”

[kateza: “I just woke up, I’m assuming something supposedly happened with the doc, I’m assuming the edit history was checked can we please stop fighting I don’t like this”]

Jack the Observer: “I can see something important. I’m being forced to keep imperative information to myself. You can see why I might take issue with this.”

fetch: “i thought you loved keeping information to yourself. that's what an observer does right. he just takes in information and does nothing with it. he doesn't get involved.”

Jack the Observer: “This is different.”

fetch: “of course it is.

just drop it.”

donti (e): “ah.”

Jack the Observer: “Yeah it fucking is different, Fetch. We fucking need you on this team. We’re meant to just ignore when you’re hurting? We’re meant to ignore when you’re endangering yourself?”

fetch: “i said. drop it.”

Jack the Observer: “Holy fucking shit not everything is about Syd”

Jack the Observer: “Maybe this is just about you”

fetch: “well maybe I don't want to be paid attention to. i'm not a fucking zoo exhibit. just leave me the fuck alone.”

Jack the Observer: “I don’t know how many times? I have to say this? But if I saw you as nothing more than a “zoo exhibit” i literally wouldn’t care about this at all”

Void: “fetch, people will learn one way or another. please at least take the chance to tell them yourself?”

Jack the Observer: “Clock is ticking”

fetch: “there's nothing to tell. im fucking fine.”

Jack the Observer: “There you go, sounding like Max again”

kateza: “wait, ok, so now fetch supposedly has the buds? Is that’s what’s going on? No one is catchinng me up everyone’s just arguing”

Jack the Observer: ““I’m fine I’m fine” you’re clearly not.”

[kateza: “wait, ok, so now fetch supposedly has the buds? Is that’s what’s going on? No one is catchinng me up everyone’s just arguing”]

Jack the Observer: “I can see something. Fetch isn’t letting me tell anyone.”

fetch: “well MAYBE I DONT WANT YOUR FUCKING HELP.”

donti (e): “HEEEEY HEY

jacks doing what he can”

fetch: “YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT? YOU CANT FUCKING HELP ME.”

Jack the Observer: “...”

fetch: “QUIT TRYING.”

Jack the Observer: “...”

Jack the Observer: “...

...

that was a bit too loud for me, actually. Ill be in #img in fifty minutes.”

Jack the Observer: “good luck.”

fetch: “fine. i need a nap anyway.”

Maxwell: “......”

[People talk about how important it is to share information, especially with how the situation currently is, and that they’d have to work together if they were ever going to resolve anything about this problem. They then note that if this in-fighting continues, more and more people might be dragged into Crown’s court. But then…]

jaynoblade: “okay, this is somewhat off topic, but.... do we even really know who crown is? because we thought he was ranboo in enderwalk, but then in that one ask he implied that he isn’t”

Maxwell: “hes something else then....”

Maxwell: “uh small problem”

donti (e): “prince read the backlog.”

[This refers to the conversation that had been simultaneously going on in #general2.]

A random Spark: “I know...which means Prince probably now knows the deal with the three court members and why they're gone”

kateza: “which means we'll be having another mind wipe probably :/”

LLyr: “D:”

Maxwell: “OH NO OH NO OH NO”

Maxwell: “i...”

donti (e): “if we had explained it fae would be wiped and then we'd be in trouble.”

Maxwell: “can we tell faem? fae already know....”

Maxwell: “he only brought up me and fetch....should we tell him about marcus?”

donti (e): “... maybe?”

A random Spark: “It's a good idea to.”

LLyr: “if the dam has already broken, i dont see a reason to keep it hidden. maybe ask marcus what he thinks about it?”

Maxwell: “i wanna say his name...”

donti (e): “you already namedropped him,

go for it

he might as well get the facts.”

kateza: “i don't like this

i don't like where this is going”

Maxwell: “jack what did you put in images”

Jack the Observer: “What i promised i would.”

donti (e): “fetches entry.”

Maxwell: “hes..oh god”

Maxwell: “i messed up i messed up i messed up--”

kateza: “no no no

you tried to help max. you did what you thought was right and even if it didn't have the outcome you want you tried to do what was right and that's good of you”

Maxwell: “i made it worse no no no no”

Jack the Observer: “You calm down too.

Panicking isn’t going to help prince.

It’s fine. Let faem remember.”

[heartofholland]

bitter - p.p.

summary: you worked your whole life for this, and peter parker took it away without a single second thought.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a bit of swearing but for comedic effect i swear

authors note: this is my first (and most likely last) time writing. if its not good blame my C in english <3. this idea randomly came to me in the middle of the night and i though i’d give it a shot. shoutout @hollanderheart​ for not only motivating me to write and post this but also being my own personal hype woman at all times. enjoy!!

---

You had never had a solid reason to hate Peter Parker. He was smart, quiet, and always kind to you and everyone around him. You thought he was a nice boy, and never had a problem with him. Until now.

Until Peter fucking Parker stole your internship.

The news was initially broken to you through hallway gossip. Not believing the story, you went straight to the only person who you knew wouldn’t feed you bullshit, MJ.

“Did Peter get the Stark internship?” You practically screamed. MJ turned, stunned from your sudden close proximity and your wide, questioning eyes. Closing her locker after grabbing the books she needed for her next class, she answered, “Yeah, he’s had it for like a week, why?”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Your back hit the lockers and you rubbed your face in frustration.

“Well, I didn’t know you were so invested in Peter’s business all the sudden,” she quipped, not realizing you weren’t in the mood based on the death glare you returned.

“You realize I’ve been working on getting that internship for like, my whole life right?” You scoffed and let your head fall back and hit the locker.

“It must’ve slipped my mind, my bad.” she replied coolly.

You groaned, “I can’t believe Peter Parker just destroyed my future.”

“I’m gonna sit this breakdown out, I have to study for my Calc test.”  She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before making her way to the library.

There you stayed, leaning on the lockers frozen with solitude, or was it anger? You couldn’t quite tell.

The rest of the morning passes with a breeze, just going through the motions of your daily routine without even thinking. Everything just felt numb. The final bell rang, allowing you to get away from the possibility of making any contact with Peter. The hatred you held for that boy was unimaginable.

The internship at hand was a once in a lifetime experience. The September Foundation Internship. One high school junior, hand picked by Tony Stark himself, was hired to work alongside the mastermind for an entire year. Rumors claim that if you’re cool enough, he lets you try on the suit. Others claim that if you stay late enough, you can see the Avengers in their daily lives. But no one has ever been able to verify them. Now meeting the Avengers would be cool and all but that's not why you wanted this internship. By featuring this on your applications, it was basically one way ticket to acceptance.

To any school. Anywhere.

Though your resume may be long winded, having the internship on there puts you ahead of any other student there. And if you were trying to get into MIT, it definitely wouldn’t hurt to be friends with an alumni. A very prevalent alumni who donates large sums of money each year.

What irked you the most was that you didn’t even get a letter of rejection. You had to find out through gossip. Like really? How long does it take to write an email?

Hey sorry you sucked so much that you didn’t get the internship. Better luck next time!

XOXO Iron Man :)

Sure, Peter Parker was a hard worker with a big brain but there was no way he was more qualified for that job. You had hundreds of hours of community service, a spotless report card, professional relationships with many prominent authoritative figures, and you participated in extracurriculars that Peter hadn’t even heard of. So how did he get in over you? Sure he has marching band, academic decathlon and robotics but in no way could that ever put you a step above him. It’s not like he’s some sort of superhero saving lives.

The fact that you couldn’t come up with a single thing that could make him stand out over you annoyed you to no end. The internal conflict occupied your brain for almost a week until you decided to confront Peter.

You spotted him in the cafeteria, laughing with Ned acting like he did absolutely nothing wrong.

Oh boy did he have it coming.

“So how’d you do it?” you accused, slamming your lunch tray down and sitting down across from him. Ned scootched away suddenly uncomfortable with your closeness and accusatory voice. Since becoming official with Betty, he knew how women’s emotions worked (to an extent) and he knew that tone did not mean sunshine and rainbows.

“W-What are you talking about?” he squeaked, confusion written all over his face. His eyes bouncing all over your features as if it would help predict what you were going to say to him.

“The September Foundation Internship,” you started with a calmer tone, “How’d you beat out all 5000 candidates, including yours truly?” You smiled innocently, but Peter knew that look meant anything but.

He looked around for a second, coming up with absolutely any excuse to satisfy your jealousy, “I did- I didn’t ask Mr. Stark so- so I really don’t know.” He turned to Ned widening his eyes as if sending a telepathic call for help. Ned frantically shook his head, not wanting any part of his problem. He deals with enough angry teenage girls as it is, he wouldn’t voluntarily put up with any more than he needed.

Peter panicked, spouting out the first thing that came to mind, “Well in my application I-I mentioned that I like to build LEGOS, so I guess Mr. Stark assumed I’m good with my hands?” uncertainty prevalent in his voice. He visibly winced at that poor excuse of reasoning.

You were surprised, “Oh, ok. Thanks Peter,” getting up to move towards your typical spot in the cafeteria.

“Real smooth, bet you really fooled her there,” Ned teased his friend, noticing the concern on his face, “What was I supposed to do? Just casually mention I’m Spider-man? She wouldn’t believe me!” Peter weighed.

LEGOs.

A toy that was meant for children beat you out. Embarrassed was an understatement. You played with Barbies and Polly Pockets! You even played with the sexist “girly” version of LEGOs! Granted you probably haven’t picked up a toy in maybe 10 years but still! That just isn’t fair.

---

“Mr. S-Stark could I have some advice?” Peter was quite literally shitting his pants with nervousness.

Tony looked up from his blasters he was tinkering with, “I mean you can ask but I can’t guarantee I can be your Dalai Lama” he taunted.

“Um okay well,” Peter gulped, “This really pretty girl at my school is mad at me and I don’t know what to do”

Tony was stunned, “Girls talk to you? And you hold a conversation? Congrats kid you’re growing up!”

Peter was embarrassed, “Well, not exactly. You know that internship you host every year?” His hands were shaking from nervousness, so he dropped his web shooters and clasped them in his lap so Tony wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, setting down his blasters and turning his chair to put his complete focus on Peter.

Well that totally makes this conversation easier!

“Of course. But I’m not giving it to you. I spend enough time with you already as it is.”  

That helped ease his stress, “Well to cover for Spider-Man I just tell everyone I do the Stark internship, forgetting that there is a real internship. So this girl applied for the September Foundation Internship and is mad because she thinks I took it from her. But that's crazy because she's like the nicest person and worked so hard for this internship and there is no one I know that is more deserving of the spot and-,” Tony cuts him off, knowing the boy could ramble for days.

“What’s her name?” He questions, “Y/N Y/L/N, But I’m not asking you to like give it to her because that’s not fair, just give her a tour of the tower or something for her to finally realize I’m not that important around here,” Peter justifies.

“I’ll see what I can do.” With that, he walked out of the lab.

---

You’ve accepted the fact that you didn’t get the position and have continued to build your resume, filling in the space you left for the internship.

“Mr. Harrington? Flash isn’t here today so do you want me to do the lab alone?” You asked, grateful your annoying lab partner isn’t there attempting every pick up line in existence on you. Each one followed up with a denial and you completed the lab on your own.

“No,” Mr. Harrington said. “Ned’s partner isn’t here either so you can pair up with him.”  

Begrudgingly, you stood up to join Ned at his lab table. Curious you ask, “Who is your partner?”, Ned hesitates in his answer, “Oh, Peter is busy with the Stark internship.”

Nevermind. Any progress of acceptance you thought you’d made was gone.

“Oh, okay.” You ended the conversation knowing you couldn’t handle dwelling on your failures any longer.

You would’ve been able to juggle the internship and school. Peter can’t even stay a whole day of school without leaving. This was just another reason why you were more qualified than him.

-

Peter was just arriving at Avengers tower to talk to Mr. Stark about how he altered his web shooters to increase the output of webs. He took the elevator up, assuming he would just be in the lab like he always is. And he was there, just not alone. He catches their attention when walking in, embarrassed to be seen so caught off guard.

“Ah Peter! So good to see you! I want you to meet our newest intern, Y/N Y/L/N!” Tony smirks at the boy whose eyes are blown wide staring at the girl in front of her.

“H-Hi Y/N. C-congrats on the internship.”

“Thank you Peter.”

“Well I have to go check on Cap, he gets angry when he doesn’t have his green smoothie. You guys get comfortable with each other! But not too comfortable, I don’t need to see any angsty teenager lovers in my presence.” Tony winked at Peter before he left the lab.

“Well that's awkward,” the girl begins, “I think I just stole your job.”

“Wh-what?” his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well you’re always gone for the Stark Internship so I just assumed it was the September Foundation Internship?” Now they’re both confused, clearly Mr. Stark wasn’t clear on Peter’s affiliation with him.

“N-no I just do a different intern job for Mr. Stark. I-I just clean up the lab.”

He has really gotta pick up his excuse game.

“So you’re a janitor?” She frowns.

“N-no I just make sure it’s tidy for Mr. Stark, organize the supplies and order more when he needs,” Peter stuttered.”

Ok now he's improving with his justification skills.

“Oh ok? Well I have to go, I have a charity thing.” You made a solid attempt at cutting the tension between you both..

---

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

Tony spins his chair, spotting Peter at the entrance. “Well I reviewed her application and you were right, she does deserve it. Plus, I know how you struggle with the ladies, so in a way I was throwing you a bone, whilst still getting a prodigy by my side.”

His jaw set, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly good with the ladies and don’t need your help,” Peter stormed out of the lab like a toddler.

“That’s not what you said in the lab the other day!” He calls after him, knowing full well he was out of earshot.

---

Peter has never felt so relieved than when the quinjet touched down on the top of the building. The mission was a complete disaster. If he had to explain the definition of “abort mission” he’d probably start with that.

After stepping off the quinjet, Peter made a beeline for the kitchen. His throat scratched every time he swallowed, probably from yelling into the coms trying to navigate through the pure chaos.

Passing by Wanda, he could tell by her facial expression he wasn’t in good shape. He could feel the dried blood stuck to his skin and the smell of sweat was unavoidable from even 10 feet away.

After his five minute walk, which would be better described as a limp, he made it to just get a glass of water. Finally, the rush of moisture runs through his whole body. Whilst peacefully chugging his entire cup of water he hears the sound of glass shattering, followed by the words,

“What. The. Fuck.”

He knows the voice from anywhere. Hell, he hears it on the morning announcements with Betty every goddamn morning. Frozen, he doesn’t know what his next move is. Does he run and act like it never happened? Does he just accept it and brush it off like no big deal? His rough draft of an explanation is slowly being put together in his head when you move in front of him.

“You’re not an intern. You’re fucking Spider-man.”

“O-oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you there”

Real smooth Parker. Why don’t you talk about your LEGO skills again. Just try and see if you can make this conversation any more awkward than it needs to be.

“Cut the bullshit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She always knows how to get straight to the point. Something he always admired about her.

“I-I-I didn’t think it was important?” The apprehension isn’t helping his persuasion skills in the slightest.

“Oh being an Avenger is just a common occurrence nowadays?” You push, determined to get a real answer and not a half assed excuse.

“I mean if you live around here yeah everyone is some kind of super hu-”

“Peter.” You cut him off, annoyance obvious in your tone.

He sighed, “Yes. I am Spider-man. The only people who know are Ned, Aunt May, and the rest of the Avengers. And now you.” Distress was obvious on his face

You began to feel guilty once you saw the panic on his face, “I won’t tell anyone,” you squeak, the first drop of sympathy Peter has ever received from you.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for not telling you. You’re part of the team and deserve a real confession, not finding out by accident.”

The guilt train is on a two way track tonight!

“No, it was your secret. You deserve your privacy.” A small smile tugged at the edges of your lips.

“Thank you for being so understanding. Now that the secret is out maybe we could work together on my suit sometime?”

Peter is nervous. Why is he nervous? Did he just accidentally ask her on a date. Oh god what if she isn’t interested?

“I’d love to Peter! It's a date!” Your smile beaming gave Peter a surge of confidence, and he reached around your waist to pull you into a hug. You were both ecstatic to have finally started to see each other as friends, and even a little more than that.

Your trances were broken when you finally spoke up, “Maybe you should take a shower first,” as you finally realized the stench in your close proximity.

A flush creeping up his face when he realized. “Let me go shower then we can continue this,” he beams.

“See you then Spider-man!”

[blueplanettrash]

#Pride (Bi Lance Story)

This is for @phoenix-xox for completing my crossword puzzle second! Sorry for how long this took and I hope you like it! 💙

Ω

All his life, he knew he was “different”. He didn’t really feel things like other people did; sure he liked people, he liked a lot of people but he loved a lot of people too. Boys and girls. To many people that would be completely fine, who cares what gender he likes anyway? It’s none of their business.

Those are the people he liked, the ones that didn’t care about his love like, who he wanted to be with, etc.

It was the people who made it their business that pissed him off.

They all thought they were high and mighty, that just because he went to school with them, or that they even breathed the same air that they somehow had a right to judge him and who he finds attractive.

He’s glad now; years later that the thought of people hating him because of his sexuality angers him more than scares him.

But obviously, that wasn’t always the case. He was a kid once, just wanting to have his peers accept him for who he was. That his sexuality wasn’t something that anyone else could decide for him, and they weren’t allowed to tell him to just choose one.

As a kid, that’s daunting. Especially when you feel like you’re the only one in the world that feels that way. Then to have your classmates and friends start spouting bi-phobic bullshit without batting an eye really just struck home for him. Sometimes he would go home crying, sometimes he would go home a blank slate.

Thankfully, his family was very supportive. He would talk to his siblings, telling them all the things that he heard over the day. So many times, he had to tell them not to go to anybody about it. It was his problem and he wanted to deal with It on his own. He didn’t tell them that he just didn’t want everyone to know he was bi, at that time it was too much for him.

Going into space presented a whole other problem for him.

Number 1: The mind melds. They tried not to do to many of these activities after the first one. Yeah, they needed to learn to trust each other and although on Altea, it was a perfectly acceptable ice breaker; on Earth, it was a complete break of trust if someone wandered a bit too deep.

If they just happened to look into his mind and see his memories of school or talking to his family; he didn’t know what he’d do. Probably scream and tear off the headband and seclude himself for the rest of the day. Not very heroic for a paladin of Voltron, but whatever.

Number 2: They were beginning to encounter aliens, that looked far more human than the ones on Arus. He was pretty lucky that the mermaids he and Hunk had met were all girls, other wise it would have been awkward for him.

And finally, number 3: He wasn’t used to having such open friends before. Well, he didn’t know about other people but the people he became friends with before; they needed time to open up. It seemed like you needed to know someone for years before they would even tell him about who they’ve dated before. Like that was some huge scandalous secret.

Seriously Ryan, we were ten. Your mom is not gonna ground you because you held hands with Britany on the playground.

Either way, the point is that he didn’t have open friends before so when they all collapsed in the lounge after a rigorous training exercise and Shiro went:

“I miss my boyfriend,” he sighed, face smooshed into the lounge’s couch.

He was understandably in a state of shock.

“He’s not your boyfriend you know,” Keith smirked, dirt smeared across his face from when one of the gladiators tripped him and he fell on his face. “Besides, he wasn’t exactly supportive of your dreams before Kerberos,”

“Yeah, but still… I miss him,” Shiro lamented with a groan.

Lance was essentially stunned. He’d never even had a clue that Shiro was interested in relationships, let alone with another guy.

“What do you mean he wasn’t supportive?” Hunk asked and Lance’s head whipped over to Hunk. He wasn’t surprised? He glanced around the room and noticed that they weren’t shocked like he was, hell, Pidge wasn’t even looking up from her computer.

“Well, I had this whole “disease” thing going on,” Shiro said nonchalantly, turning over onto his back.

“Disease thing!? What are you talking about?” Hunk cried, suddenly panicked.

“Its like this degenerative disease, I’ve had it since I was a little kid, its not a big deal,”

“Is this real life?” Hunk asked, turning toward Keith.

“I know right? That was my reaction when he told me too,”

Lance felt like he was in a sort of limbo. Thankfully, no one really witnessed his inner dilemma and he was free to question everything. Shiro was so open with his sexuality and if he was being honest, he’d never seen someone be so blasé with their preferences. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to go:

“Hell yeah, I miss the earth bois too!”

But he was unsure. He knew Shiro and he knew his team. He knew that they wouldn’t judge him for anything but still, he had engrained in his mind that there were some people that you just can’t tell. Yeah, there were the people who believed that his sexuality didn’t exist and they were all over but, by far the worst people were the LGBT people that also said that he needed to choose one or the other. It never made sense to him, they knew what it felt like to beaten down and cursed at for their preferences. They fought tooth and nail to not be stigmatized yet, they would tear him down the first chance they got.

Thankfully, by going to the Garrison, he cut himself off from a lot of those people’s ideas and opinions of him. He went through his entire first year thinking the other shoe was gonna drop and someone from his hometown or old school was going to transfer over and start the whole process over again. It wouldn’t be that far off to say that he lived his school life in fear for a good part of his first year.

It was comforting to see that other people weren’t as backwards as he thought they were; or was lead to believe they were from growing up in his hometown.

Maybe he could speak up. But what if they think that he’d mocking Shiro or something? I mean, his blatant flirting with some of the alien girls would probably make them think that. He didn’t show any interest in any of the guys they’d come across so far, even though Rolo was a snack.

But, honey. That took effort on his part.

In the end, he decided to ignore the voice nagging in his head to say something and just laid back and enjoyed their night off.

Did he have a bit of a pit in his stomach the rest of the night? Yeah, he did.

Did he regret not saying anything? Not at all. He was uncomfortable and he did what he thought was right for him.

Did it feel good? Absolutely not.

Ω

He didn’t exactly know how they got on the topic of his sexuality. But suddenly he was just telling Shiro that he was bi. Maybe it was because he was sick of hiding it, maybe he felt like he was supposed to tell him. He honestly, didn’t know.

“Why didn’t you want to tell us?” Shiro asked with bewilderment. “I mean I kind of get not telling other people, but we’re pretty open here,”

“I mean we didn’t really have a heart to heart or anything like that,” he shrugged, while inside he was full on panicking.

“Oh, okay…” Shiro trailed off looking a little hurt.

“Look, it wasn’t you or anything… just, back home it wasn’t really “acceptable” to be bi? I guess?” Lance started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I just didn’t know if you would be the same or not,” he admitted, ashamed.

“Wha- but I’m gay Lance! I wouldn’t do that!” Shiro cried, disbelief shining in his eyes.

“I know you would never do that, but it’s happened before and I was scared!” Lance defended himself, the feelings inside finally reaching threshold. Shiro watched him with wide eyes, unused to this “unhinged” version of his friend and teammate.

“It’s happened before?” Shiro asked softly. “Oh, Lance. I’m so sorry,”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t like it was you or anything,” he sighed, curling into himself.

“Well, I get that but I kind of was that person before,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Lance head whipped up to look at him in shock. “I guess that takes away from my point before,”

“What?”

“I know. I was young and dumb and didn’t care about other people’s feelings,” he said shaking his head. “So, I am sorry. I’m sorry for my actions before and I’m sorry that people like me made it hard for you to be yourself,”

Lance paused in shock for a while, just trying to comprehend what he’d just heard. Takashi Shirogane used to be one of the people that made him hate himself when he was younger. His hero, could have been someone to tear him down.

“What changed?” He asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.

“Honestly, Matt,” he answered. “Or moving to the Garrison. Before I didn’t really have that person to tell me that what I was saying or doing was wrong but Matt laid into me the first time I said anything around him,”

“So the Garrison changed both of our perspectives, huh?” Lance grinned, uncurling slightly. “Or cut us off from other people’s ideas at least,”

“Yeah, guess so,” Shiro hummed, sitting down beside him. “I hope that you’ll be able to open up to us someday,”

“Yeah, me too. It’s just… hard sometimes,”

“Well, don’t rush yourself  or anything, you should be able to feel comfortable around us,”

And eventually he was. He let himself pace himself and decide when he was ready to tell his friends. Sometimes he wished that he was able to tell them sooner, or forced himself to tell them sooner. The battle with himself is half the journey though and now…

He can be who he truly is.

[ollie-oxen-free]

if i start i won’t stop

mapleblossom // Everyone is always interested when a new face shows up in town, whether it’s to look out for another threat or to find another target to jump in the alley at night. Slim’s right there with them. This new face, though, isn’t so new after all.

(Or: Papyrus Gets Thrown Into Swapfell And The Author Waxes Edgy For A Good 30 Minutes)

It’s been about a month. Maybe a little over, now that he bothers to think about it, but Slim has never been the best at keeping track of time anyways when hours seems to blend together. A month is easier to say, though, makes him feel a little less worse about the whole situation so he keeps it.

A month. Thirty some-odd days.

Slim’s pretty sure his brother tried to talk to him about universes, at some point. Maybe timelines, maybe something else, but the concept of it was there and the understanding was there, and if he focused hard enough he could almost recall some hazy memory of listening to Sans explaining it and the machine that’s in their basement before it slips out of his fingers and he’s stuck staring blankly at a wall once again.

He’s pretty sure he knew about alternate realities before all of this.

It’s why he was surprised but maybe not entirely shocked when he was skipping on his duties in a bid to finally get fired when he heard voices from the woods not too far from their house and strolled up to see another skeleton with a vague resemblance to what he looks like in that one photo back all those years ago before he lost his teeth and gained a few of his more prominent scars. The other him had a panicked sort of look on his face, focused on Dogamy and Dogaressa who were both growling, hair raised on end. The other had his hands raised up in a attempt to ward them off and seem non-threatening, and the fact that he thought it would actually work was absolutely hilarious at the time.

Thinking back on it now, it’s still pretty damn funny.

Slim had laughed, choked on a snort loud enough that the two dogs turned around. They’d assumed it was some kind of prank of his making, had snarled at him and trudged off, and he had still been laughing even as they left and the other him had walked up to him like he was afraid he would bite and asked if he knew where Sans was.

At the time he’d been just a little bit high and still laughing his ass off and so he’d motioned the other into the house, pushed him hard enough that he tripped and fell backwards onto the couch and then he’d leaned against the wall and stared at this other, smoother him and he’d laughed because nothing would ever be this fucking funny again.

A whole ass month. Long enough for him to know the schedule, even with his shit memory.

When he gets bored of pretending to work he walks home and skips the front door for walking straight behind the house, unlocking the door in the back and walking down the set of concrete steps. He can’t fully see the basement until he gets near the bottom, vision blocked by the corner, but he’s not surprised when he sees Papyrus sitting in front of the machine, legs pulled to his chest and arms crossed around them. The index finger of his right hand is tapping the humerus it lays over, moving for the sake of not being still.

The clothes he’s wearing are baggy. Not his fault, really, because he’s been using Slim’s clothes and the other may be healthier than him but he still manages to win out in terms of sheer lanky height. They don’t hang off his body, not really, because Papyrus still fills them out, but they’re far too long, the fabric of the cheap shirt pooling around his waist.

On the last step he jumps, heavy boots hitting the floor with a thud. Papyrus jumps at the noise but only glances over at him before he goes back to watching the screen on the front of the machine. It wasn’t broken. Far from it, actually. Sans had the blueprints, had almost everything they needed for it, somehow, and they’d fixed it in a few days.

Since then they’ve been waiting for a connection.

The circle on the screen was still turning when he walked over and sat beside the other. The cold of the floor quickly seeped through his jeans, numbing the heat of his magic. “Anything?”

Papyrus sighs. “Not yet.”

They sit in silence for a few moments. And then, because he hates the quiet, he says what he’s been thinking for the past few weeks. “Maybe he doesn’t want you to come back.”

Papyrus shakes his head, doesn’t even seem to bother to give it a thought. For a moment, Slim thinks of an alleyway, a hand on his shoulder pulling him out of danger, managing to fall asleep in an old cardboard box because he knew there was someone keeping watch. He shakes his head, a quick jerk, getting rid of the thoughts just as quick as they came.

“Maybe he’s dea-”

“Don’t.”

There’s a violence in the words, a tension that threatens to snap. Some part of him wants to keep pushing, wants to see what would happen when this soft, perfect version of himself eventually cracks. The self control that he has left stops him, though, and he sits in silence, watching as Papyrus’s breathing slowly calms and evens out.

Papyrus.

It’s his name just as much as it’s the other’s, but somehow Slim has never really thought of it as his own. It wasn’t hard to give up to this other, better version of himself. No one ever really used it anyways, “Mutt” and “crackhead” and whatever else they felt they could get away with calling him when his brother wasn’t around. Thinking back on it he’s pretty sure that they would have been fine regardless of whether or not Sans had been there.

Maybe, maybe, maybe. “Maybe he knew there was nothing you could do.”

They’ve had conversations like this before. Hard not to when Slim is pretty sure the only thing this other him cares about anymore is the machine. Though neither of them had ever made it this far in the conversation before he got bored or Papyrus got fed up with his wheedling and went upstairs.

“I was never even given a choice. It’s not fair,” he mutters. Then, louder, “I could have done something. I could have helped.”

There would be no changing his mind on that. Slim was smart enough to realize that. He wasn’t smart enough not to try, though.

“What could you have done?”

Papyrus starts, slightly, mouth opening like it was waiting for the words to come. They didn’t. He shuts his mouth, looking suddenly angry, his teeth hitting together with a dull click. There was a tense silence, both of them watching the loading circle that was spinning on the screen, searching for something that wouldn’t come.

“I could have changed their mind.” His voice wasn’t small so much as cracked. “They were in stripes. A child. I could have…”

Slim says nothing. A surprise, for him, because even when he hasn’t known what to say he still manages to work some kind of words together to break whatever silence stretched before him (he could talk for hours, really, in and out of situations as fast as the words would come, making a fool of himself most of the time but always managing to buy a few more precious seconds to think) and there was nothing he could do to change it. He was never the best at delicate situations. That was more Sans’s thing, really. His brother was the scalpel.

He was the sledgehammer.

“...you could have helped?” He finishes. Papyrus glances up at him and then back at the screen. Resolve tightens across his face.

“Yes.” Firm. “Why else would they have… if they didn’t need help? If they weren’t scared?”

Slim can think of a few reasons why. He doesn’t have to say them, though, because Papyrus looks over at him and must see something in his eyes because he winces and looks away just as quick like it burned him.

“...I’m sorry,” Papyrus whispers.

The shock makes him sit there for a moment, confused. Finally, he manages to get the words out to ask why.

“This life. This place. None of you deserve it.”

That makes him snort. Papyrus is funny like that. “Maybe so,” he says, but the tone in his voice says otherwise. The tired glare Papyrus throws at him, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed in a mocking display when compared to real anger, shows that his sarcasm isn’t lost.

“No one does. You don’t.”

“And just why the hell not?”

“Because you’re a good person,” Papyrus says. It’s firm, leaves no room for argument, and Slim is reminded once more that the other is just as, if not more, stubborn than he is. There’s a glare on his face, as if daring him to say otherwise. It’s that more than anything that makes him want to spout some bullshit to push that look away.

“Call me a good person again and I swear I’ll eat your fucking ass.”

Papyrus rolls his eyes, gives a heavy sigh. His entire body moves with the breath, a quick downward pull of the shoulders and eyes turned upward to the rock ceiling that’s heaven as if questioning why he was being punished in such a manner.

“You helped me,” he finally says. “You and your brother. That has to count for something.”

Because he still wants to prove him wrong, because the only filter he’s ever had on his mouth is his cigarette, he says “If it had been up to me I would have left you for dead.”

“As you’ve said before,” he responds without a flinch.

It stings, for someone to know, to be called out in the vaguest way possible. For someone to know he’s sick of the fighting. He’s sick of the death. He’s sick of a lot of things.

He’s been sick for a while.

Neither one of them say anything for a long moment. After a few minutes Papyrus stands up with a sigh but makes no motion to move, instead stretching in place to get the magic flowing back to his bones. Slim watches him stretch and has to fight back a chuckle at the other’s appearance. Bones strong, broad. Attractive even, if he was self-absorbed enough to say so.

In the physical, at least, this LV-less version of him was more suited to this world than he ever was. Actual training shows like an aura around him, and while it’s not anywhere near the back-breaking sense that was his brother’s some semblance of it is there. Slim has been in his own share of fights, but he always strikes and leaves, not suited for much beyond that. He hits hard, yeah, but he gets hit harder, bones not nearly as strong as the other’s, malnourished and weak from years of abuse. Other than the high, drugs weren’t good for much.

Slim stands, suddenly. The movement makes Papyrus look over at him, curious, and he stares back. Without giving it much thought he says, “Wanna go somewhere?”

Papyrus frowns.

“Not far,” he assures. They’re similar in just as many ways as they are different, and if Slim had to guess he’s certain that Papyrus is going stir-crazy locked in a house with two psychopaths. Albeit one more mentally stable than the other. “Just to stretch your legs a little, yeah?”

Even as he keeps offering he’s not sure why. Just that Papyrus has been staring at that boring little screen for weeks now with an ever-shrinking expression of hope and he’s pretty damn tired of the pitiful sight. A bit of MERCY, in a way, whatever MERCY he has left to give.

It’s only a few seconds later that Papyrus nods, sockets still turned in the direction of the machine, likely held in the corner of his vision. Slim grins, not entirely sure why, and shrugs off his jacket, tossing it at the other. Papyrus fumbles with it for a moment before he catches it, glancing up at him as he slowly starts to put it on.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s left the house without his coat. Besides, he’s got a sweater on, itchy at the joints but familiar enough to be easily ignored. Papyrus’s shirt is thin enough to see the waist of his pants, folded over a few times just to fit on his figure. Not much protection against the cold. Or others. Given his tendency to spare everyone he meets he needs all the protection he can get.

He turns on his heel, making his way up the steps, and he hears Papyrus begin to follow as he reaches the door, pushing it open to be greeted with the snow sitting outside the front of the house. Slim has never understood the whole clipping through space bullshit that his brother pulls, but he doesn’t care enough to try to figure it out when Muffet’s is just a quick walk away. The snow doesn’t crunch so much as slosh under their feet, half-melted and wet. The few passerby in the street stare at them as they walk by and Slim stares right back, shit-eating grin stretched so far across his face that it hurts as he senses Papyrus unconsciously scoot a few inches closer. The stares move away after a moment. Papyrus doesn’t.

For some reason, he finds himself hoping that Papyrus likes pastries.

He can’t quite figure out why.

[mdelpin]

Want to Make You Feel Beautiful

AO3 | FF.Net

This is the fourth and last entry for He Will Be Loved.

Look For the Boy with the Broken Smile

Tap on My Window Knock on my Door

It’s Not Always Rainbows and Butterflies

Summary: Natsu wakes up in the hospital confused and suddenly faced with an angry Gray.

❤️❤️❤️ I am dedicating this to @gaymirajane , she’s not only a force to be reckoned with but an amazing friend. Thank you for everything you do for me. ❤️❤️❤️

Gratsu Weekend 2019

Day 4: Hope

Disclaimer: All Fairy Tail Characters Belong To Hiro Mashima

Natsu was incredibly thirsty, that was the first thing that registered in his somewhat confused mind. He couldn't exactly feel anything, but he could also tell that he was hurt. Not just from the memory of what had happened, but from the way that his body was resisting any attempt at movement, letting him understand that if he did try to move, he might come to regret it.

The last thing he remembered was the brief feeling of happiness as Gray kissed him on the forehead right before his uncle came into the room. His brow furrowed in worry, knowing how rough his uncle could be. Was Gray okay?

He could hear beeping noises, and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant filled his nose. He opened his eyes slowly to see he was in a dimly lit room that was filled with machines. Blinking a few times to get his eyes going again he took in his surroundings. Wendy was fast asleep, her head cradled on Silver Fullbuster's chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her.

Natsu decided to try moving his lips to smile at Gray's father who was smiling at him from his place on the small sofa in his room. He needed to ask him about Gray, he figured Silver would not look that calm if Gray were injured, but Natsu needed to know because Gray was important to him, much more than he'd ever let on to anyone outside of Wendy.

"Gray?" He posed the question with a scratchy voice, the need to make sure that his crush was safe taking precedence over knowing what had happened. In retrospect, he should have asked for water first but he had priorities, and he'd already ascertained that Wendy was okay.

His innocent question had unexpected results.

“Don’t you Gray me, you inconsiderate bastard! Do you even know what you put me through?”

Natsu heard Gray's voice coming from his right side and turned his head slowly to see his very agitated friend glaring at him and from his experience gearing up for a rant.

“What are you--” Natsu valiantly tried to head him off.

“Shut up! I’m talking,” Gray scolded crankily, “Six years Natsu. That’s how long I’ve been forced to watch that son of a bitch beat you within an inch of your life. I fucking love you, you asshole. Do you have any idea how much it hurt me to see that?”

“And then, just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, you almost fucking die on me and you had the nerve to lay there smiling at me like it’s no big deal?” Gray continued spouting his feelings to anyone who would listen, days of sleep deprivation and stress clearly being too much for him to handle.

“Did Gray just say he loves me?” Natsu looked over at Silver in disbelief, talking over Gray as he continued to rant, seemingly oblivious to the fact no one was listening to him.

Silver nodded, looking mildly surprised but not shocked, “He hasn’t slept since you’ve been in here, his brain will catch up eventually.”

And apparently it did because all of a sudden there was silence, and when Natsu looked back over Gray had covered his mouth with his hand, his entire face flushed a rather interesting shade of red that made Natsu feel as if he could get through anything. He got up from his chair and walked out of the room without saying another word leaving three pairs of eyes staring after him.

“Should I go after him?” Natsu asked Silver.

“Outside of the fact that you’re not allowed out of bed at the moment, he’ll be alright. Probably needs to absorb what he just did. You know he’s not great with feelings,” Silver looked back at the door a smirk tugging at his lips. Wendy had begun to stir in his arms no doubt awoken by Gray’s outburst.

“Is Natsu finally awake?” She asked groggily and sat up.

Silver got up from the sofa and pushed the Nurse call button on the wall. He informed the nurse that Natsu had awoken and headed out of the room. “I’ll leave you two to chat for a minute, and  I’ll go ahead and check on Gray,” he assured Natsu with a smile.

"You, don't try to get up," Silver narrowed his eyes at Natsu, and the turned to level his eyes at Wendy, "And you, don't hug him too hard."

Natsu tried to concentrate on whatever Wendy was trying to tell him, but all he could hear was Gray saying I fucking love you, you asshole over and over. A smile played on his lips, it wasn’t anything like how he’d hoped or expected to find out about Gray’s feelings for him but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said?” Wendy pouted crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Mhmm," Natsu answered, and when she rolled her eyes at him he finally remembered his thirst, "Can you get me some water?"

Wendy hmphed at him but did as he asked. He was sipping his water when the door opened, and a nurse and doctor came in. He could hear people arguing outside the room and knew he couldn't avoid reality for much longer.

o-o

Natsu woke up with a desperate need to throw up, he tried to sit up quickly to find something to do it in but that only made the sensation worse.

“Fuck,” He commented as his sudden movement introduced him to a myriad of aches big and small.

"Don't move, dumbass," Gray handed him a plastic container, and he accepted it gratefully, "The doctor said the anesthesia would make you feel sick when it wore off." He moved Natsu's hair away from his face as he vomited. When he was done, Gray took the container without comment and headed to the bathroom returning with a glass of water.

Natsu drank the water gratefully, taking small sips. He looked around the hospital room, “Where’s Wendy?”

“She’s at your house grabbing some of your stuff, the police had to go with her since her room is a crime scene,” Gray explained, “My dad’s with her.”

Natsu nodded and looked Gray over, he still looked tired, but he'd lost some of the edginess from before, "You look better."

“Yeah, Dad made me go to sleep while you were in surgery,” Gray scratched his head in embarrassment and grinned sheepishly, “I’m sorry I went off on you, I was pretty out of it.”

Natsu laughed weakly, "Nah, it's fine. I'm sure I deserved it. I don't really remember much of what happened, I kinda passed out." He felt strange, like something was missing and when he tried to figure out what that could be, he began to blush furiously.

“Natsu?”

Natsu sighed, “I know this is stupid but can you get on the bed with me?”

Gray peered at him, confusion written all over his face, but he shrugged, taking off his shoes and climbing on the narrow hospital bed, being careful of all the cables and bandages. “Is this better?”

Natsu nodded looking away from him as he explained, “It didn’t feel over yet.”

“What?”

“It never felt over until I got to you, no matter how bad it was, once I was with you, I knew I was safe,” Natsu stumbled over the words, embarrassed at how childish he sounded.

He felt Gray settle himself next to him and say, “It’s over Natsu, he’ll never lay a hand on either of you again.”

"Yeah, but what I was afraid of all this time is gonna happen anyway," Natsu said sadly, thinking of what the Social Services lady had told him, "We're wards of the state now, and we might get separated and then who knows what awful place they might put us in."

Natsu wanted to cry, he felt like such a failure. He'd put up with his uncle's bullshit for so long to keep Wendy with him and with less than two years to go, he'd failed miserably.

"What are you talking about?" Gray moved impossibly closer, and to Natsu's surprise his smell somehow helped ease his upset stomach, "You're not going anywhere, didn't anyone tell you?"

“Tell me what?”

"My dad's petitioned for temporary custody of both of you. The judge approved it last night," Gray thwapped Natsu gently on the head, "As soon as you're better you're going to be moving in with us. We'll have to go to court to get permanent custody, but my dad said his lawyer didn't think there would be any opposition."

Natsu thought over Gray’s words, it had been years since he’d been able to think of the future with anything but fear and dread. He dared to hope that maybe, just this once, things were finally going to go well for him and Wendy.

“Listen, about what I said yesterday I just want you to know it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,  I won’t be weird about it or anything,” Gray mumbled, his voice getting lower as he continued talking.

Natsu finally turned his head to look at Gray and his heart positively melted at how sad Gray looked. “And you say I’m a dumbass," He snorted, wincing at the pain using those muscles caused him.

Gray gazed at him in confusion.

“Do you have any idea how far my house is from yours?” Natsu asked.

"Not really, I never thought about it, it felt long the other night but I was kind of panicked so, " Gray continued babbling, and Natsu didn't stop him, enjoying watching the expressions that flitted across his face as he talked.

“It’s just a little over three-quarters of a mile,” Natsu informed him, “Think about that for a moment, every time I was injured I chose to walk three-quarters of a mile to get to you. Why would I do that, cause I enjoyed your snoring?”

“I don’t snore,” Gray protested.

“How many people have you slept with?”

Gray’s face once again turned that lovely shade of red Natsu had glimpsed when Gray had inadvertently confessed his feelings. “N-none,” He managed to stutter out.

"You snore, deal with it," Natsu remarked matter-of-factly, selfishly pleased at the answer. He searched for Gray's hand and squeezed it tightly, "I've been in love with you for a long time, Gray. I chose to walk those three-quarters of a mile because you made everything better. You were the only happiness I ever claimed for myself.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

"Honestly, no," Natsu hurried to explain when he saw how dejected Gray looked. "I was such a mess, and I thought you deserved better, someone that had something to offer you that was more than broken pieces."

“I’ve never cared about that, Natsu,” Gray insisted, ”When we first met, I was the broken one. You were the one who put me back together, remember?”

“You weren’t broken, just lost,” Natsu nuzzled his head against Gray’s, “Best decision I ever made.” Natsu smiled remembering their first meeting, “I love you, Gray.”

"I love you too," Gray laughed as he looked at their joined hands, "Holding hands feels very anti-climactic."

"Well yeah, but it kind of hurts to breathe and I just threw up so it'll have to do," Natsu groaned to make his point, "For now."

Natsu grinned impishly, "But I won't be in the hospital forever, and now I have incredible motivation to get better."

Gray snorted, and fake punched him on the shoulder.

Natsu laughed, he was happy, but he was also tired, and as he was falling asleep he snuggled up to Gray. He knew what was coming next wouldn't be easy, there were a lot of things he still had to deal with, but he couldn't help but feel excited for this new, unexpected turn his life had taken.

[angel-phantomhive]

Voltron thoughts

Thesis:

I was watching videos pertaining to the new Bleach live action and I am pretty excited and scared about it. I wanna pray that it will be better than it’s other counterparts of live action anime. Now, not to discourage people, but live actions don’t get the best rep... Like at all. This movie looks promising.

I was thinking silently to myself while I trailed to the bathroom, What would happen if Voltron had its own live action? That would be fine and dandy, but... I wanna see more people work on this project than the current Voltron writers.��

Listen. Voltron: Legendary Defenders is a good series. Recommended even, but it has so many plotholes here and there that need to be filled up. Season 8 will be coming and if those plotholes aren’t filled, what will happen to the series?! Like, what would be expected for the next version in like 2024 (Just stating a year)? 

Movie ideas:

I mean, in my opinion, I would love to see them walk the same path as V:LD, but add more to it. Hunk, Lance, and Pidge all are young pilots with minimal ability to pilot, shown to us possibly by their records of sorts. Keith is briefly mentioned instead of him being focal when he is introduced. Keith was a high-level student that dropped out due to declining grades and sudden behavioral issues following the Kerberos mission. When news spreads about a man claiming to be Shirogane, the famous pilot who ‘supposedly’ died during the mission,has come back and is spouting alien nonsense about an entire race of purple people (Galra) and he starts panicking about the others, Pidge and Lance are elated to hear about it because Pidge wants her brother (who was introduced earlier in the movie with Pidge’s character as well) and Lance wants to meet the esteemed Shirogane. (They semi-follow the instructions of the first episode with more detail to back up future information).

We get a glimpse of Zarkon and Haggar after the squad leaves the Garrison. Haggar, being a woman with a cloak over her face and bright Alteian markings--maybe beautiful as ever-- informs Zarkon that she has sensed the blue lion after because Shiro maybe has a chip inside them. Like a tracking device, the Galra use on their fighters to always know where they are? Zarkon, elated like a damn child, order for an assault. Much like season 7, the attack is pointed to the Garrison and the squad catch wind of all this. Keith, the conspiracy theory boy he is, has been informing the group about scriptures his father left behind about the blue lion, (after like 20 minutes of adventure) find the blue lion (fast forward the galra attack and chase after them and the decision to go through the wormhole in space), they make it to Altea.

Allura, sexy and beautiful, and Coran, mustache on fleek, are introduced as beautiful, godly beings. They are beautiful and wise, but when Allura finds out about the war, a mini flashback is pulled into her eyes as she remembers the bloodshed, her father fighting and pushing her into a pod, kissing her head, and sealing her away, forces her into shock and the group panic. She starts worrying about the lions, to which Lance makes a sly remark about having the Blue Lion on lockdown, she informs them about the other lions. Coran reminds her of the teledove (isn’t that their projector?) and she cautiously sets her hand down, it bursting to life and turning on the entire castle and showing them the lions. She explains a little more in depth about the lions and the group agree to require them. Shiro, a shook bastard from all dat PTSD, tells Allura he isn’t sure about requiring the machines because the Galra are probably surrounding Earth and they are ruthless (insert bad adjective), but she reassures him that the machines/lions will save them. 

Maybe a few jokes are cracked about why are they all lions and what not and we get some more depth behind characters, action sequences, etc. The paladins get some practice with their lions through the action sequences and maybe a practice montage. 

So this post won’t take weeks to read, the ending ends with a reveal of possibly the squad meeting Zarkon or Lotor, it all depends on how the pacing goes. It’s kinda like a part 1 of maybe a trilogy of movies. I would love if they were like 2 hours or maybe even 2 and a half hours long to put more info in and to kinda bring together all this info in a well-paced movie. 

The movie should at least hint at (and not some bullshit reason too) that Shiro is gay through some added dialogue of Adam roaming through his head, a few flashbacks, or even just a small memento that Adam gave him and a flashback pertaining the two before he left (a kiss), and some cute dialogue. Adam could guest star in movie two by helping the Garrison in the first scene and possibly debating going into space to help his PTSD ridden baby boy.

Conclusion: 

I’m not sure, but this was all subjective and what I think could help the series. This is just a set of what I believe the first movie should be like if they ever make one. God pray they get some new writers to watch the series and some of the true-to-the-fiction writers as well. The producers also better be open for EVERYTHING to happen. Blood (maybe), homosexuality, CGI, death, etc. Also, don’t slap actors into this movie. I want some genuinely A and B-list actors who could pull these characters off. A dark-voiced and malicious-looking/sounding Zarkon, a goddess of a woman Allura, maybe an actual Cuban actor for Lance, etc. Whitewashing isn’t allowed (unless they have the PERFECT * I’m talking finger licking good* actor with experience in acting and amazing appearance to do a character).

Tell me if you think this could be a good pitching idea? I actually kinda like it. 

[hexagon-imagines]

In Time of War:Man the Barricades

“INCOMING!!!”

Breaking apart from you, Jesse looked around with a furrowed brow. “Grab a gun, and go up there and try and hold them off” He told you pointing you in the direction of a tent with people furiously going in and out. The yelling continued as the troopers and captains ran forward with the armored tanks. Swinging their giant hammers and colliding with the omnics that came close. Running forward and pulling the rifle into your shoulder you shot out a few omnics. Everything around you seemed to pass in slow motion, the kick from the gun was the only thing that felt reassuring. It felt like you were holding your breath, and just maybe if you don’t breath you’ll be alright in the end. “Glad to see one of the girls is competent!” A sassed sounding voice called behind you, breaking you out of your morbid thoughts.

Loading the gun into her shoulder she began to fire. Sharpshooting was never a strength for you, it was one of the things you had to really concentrate on. But oh what a day it’s been. “Morrison to Amari! How are things holding at the west end of the base?!” A panicked sounding voice called from the ear piece. “Things are fine Jack! I’ve got some help down this way!!” She chuckled, shooting with a frightening accuracy. Turning your head back to the mess in front of you, you shot at them, reloading and trying to at least create a weak point something to give you the upper hand in the west end.

“There isn’t enough fire power in the west! If we don’t do something they’ll take advantage of any weak points we have!!” You shouted over the gun fire, trying to at least get someone’s help or attention. Looking toward the east end you saw that most of your teammates were firing but in the wrong place, there weren't enough people spread out and firing. “Can you hold down the fort for a second?!” You yelled, looking over at the woman in azure colored clothes. ‘Yes but not for long! Where are you going?!” She yelled as you ran away to get reinforcements. “WE NEED TO DEFEND THE WEST POINT!” You yelled, reloading your gun.

There was still no disturbance amongst the overpowering wave of omnics. Looking to your left you saw an open crate with dimly glowing orbs. Lightbombs. Wrapping your hand around the pin you looked over at your assumed superior. Glancing over at you and giving a curt nod, she and everyone else stopped firing. Jumping over the low crumbled wall, you ran forward til you were far enough from the base. Pulling out the pin, you threw it into the oncoming sea of omnics. A white flash exploded in front of your eyes, with a sonic boom nearly splitting your eardrums. “AAAHHHGHHAAAA!!!!” You screamed falling to your knees, clutching your ears and feeling pained tears running down your face. It felt like someone had stuck a red hot piece of metal in your ears and twisted it around.

Everything seemed to bright after the blast even though it was dark and ashfallen, your eyes seemed to be blind, and your body seemed dead. Your ears were ringing as you laid on the ground around broken omnics. Maybe heaven wasn’t so far away, maybe soon you’d see the sunrise and birds would sing happily in your ears. “(Y/N)!” Someone called, but it sounded like you were underwater, all the sounds were blurred together and nothing seemed to feel real, like you had woken up and couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and all you could feel was fear and pain. “God are you okay?! Can you hear me?!” They called again. Your eyes felt like they had been cemented shut, unopening to the light of day. “Her vitals are falling rapidly we need to move  her!” Someone spouted out, worry ribbed in their voice. Feeling your body weight shift, you were loaded onto a gurney and carried out of the rubblized disaster.

“Clear the area! We’re looking at ruptured eardrums, broken radius and ulna , and four broken ribs! Check for spinal damage and check for a punctured lungs!” Someone yelled, the smell of bleach and old blood filled your nose. It made your stomach turn, adding to your already sickening headache. You felt so dizzy, like you had gone a carousel with a hangover. Being placed on a cold table, they stripped your pants and felt around the presumed broken arms. As the prodded around you felt a sharp agony, sending painful surges throughout your body. Nothing came out of your mouth as you laid, helpless and nearly dead...Not able to make a sound.

“We’ll have to go in right now.” They whispered among themselves, the sound of gloves being snapped on as they prepared a scalpel, and the bone repairing tool. You had heard the the process is painless and quick. Bullshit.

It felt like the world’s worst burn, as the bone was being fused back together at an unnatural speed. Not to mention they have to cut open the flesh to reach the bone more efficiently. “No spinal damage or bruising of organs and with a few sessions she should be able to have full hearing capabilities.”  A woman sighed. The sound of your arm bones cracking back together faintly;like the sound of a soda bottle being opened,or the sound of a rice crispy treat when you first take a bite. It was sickening, you could feel yourself coming back together, like you were a porcelain doll and they were glueing you back together.

“Alright the arm is now fully healed and mended, grab the wound repair and she’ll have some scars but she’ll be okay.” The doctor said, picking up the scalpel and dragging it down your rib cage, the pain was insufferable. You wanted to scream out in agony, or writhe in pain… But again you laid voided on the table, seemingly dead to yourself. “Starting above the muscle and mending the ‘true rib four’ and working down to ‘true rib seven’.” The doctor said with a sigh, powering up the bone mender and holding it by your side with a sinister sting rippling painfully through your side. “Alright onto the rib 5…” The sighed moving the devilish device over own your side. Swearing and cursing in your mind, not a sound slipping out your throat… Again they moved, til they mended the flesh and moved you seemingly lifeless body.

Being laid on a bed, whether it was yours or a recovery area… Your mind felt fuzzy, like you were half asleep. Maybe they missed something and you were now slowly dying in a corner, another death for the board. Maybe you’d wake up clad in white satin and hear the songs of canary’s and doves, the smell of vanilla and sandalwood lingering in the air. Maybe you’d be ok, and maybe you’d take up Charlotte’s offer of a cigarette, maybe you’d play poker with the older agents and make friends...“Alright, thanks doc.” A familiar sounding voice said, the sound of boots; tapping lightly on the ground.  “God sweetheart you’re a mess.” He whispered, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Sigh. “I’ll have you know that my ass is being chewed by Morrison.” He chuckled squirming uncomfortably in his chair. “Man I was just starting to like you, but you’re gonna be ok...That’s the important part.” He sighed, fiddling with his hands in his lap. “Hate to cut this short, but I’ve gotta go sugar.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on the back of your hand and walking out of the room. The sound of his boots fading away to the small ringing in your ears. Now you were alone again, laying on a bed like some sort of lifeless vegetable. Sleep succumbed your mind soon after he left, bringing you no dreams but an uncomfortable darkness.

“She may not wake up…” Someone said, their voices muffled like cotton had been stuffed into your ears. “You don’t know that!” Another person protested angrily. “She may be brain dead, I give her another 12 hours, then we’ll have to move her.” They retorted back, before walking off somewhere. “Fuck!” They yelled, kicking something and rushing over to your side. “Please wake up princess. Please don’t give up. We still got work to do!” He grumbled, placing a hand on your hand gripping it tightly, like he could somehow pass his energy into your body and you’d magically wake up and ride into the sunset.

“Jesse, stop crying over your girl toy. We have work to do.” A monotone voice said, obviously annoyed and done with Jesse’s buffoonery . “Fuck off.” Jesse seethed through his teeth. “Why do you even like her? You barely know each other!” They sassed, walking in the room and sitting on the end of the bed. “She sacrificed herself! Everyone else is shitting their pants! Staying behind the tanks and walls!” , “ Well then cowboy maybe you should pray! And then go listen to Garth Brooks and cry into your pillow!” They argued. Back and forth,and back and forth like small children fighting over a stuffed animal.

It was annoyingly stupid. Feeling an anger bubble in your chest, you just wanted them to stop. “Shut up, for fucks sake please shut up!” You grumbled, sitting up with a pained groan and the sound of your joints popping. Staring at you the looked baffled. “What? Can’t get rid of me that easy.” You sighed, pushing your hair back and throwing your legs over the side of the bed. “She won’t be able to fight anyways Jesse, she’s too weak. She’ll have to be sent back.” Genji sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not some goddamn broken toy.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the bed. “And I’m not leaving.”

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Mama’s Pride

Pairing: McKirk

Rating: Everyone?

Length: 2079

Warnings: I don’t usually have to do these, but there’s some homophobic bullshit.

Summary: Jim convinces Bones to head to their local Pride event and mama McCoy tags along. Questions abound, and Len finds him in the awkward position of coming up with answers he never thought he’d have to give.

Notes: I was given this idea as a sort of prompt by a friend who thought they couldn’t really do the subject justice. Basically all the questions mama asks are questions I was asked by my own dad, and the protestors later on feature an argument I had with another family member at a later time. So... Yeah, enjoy!

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Sure, jeans and a flannel over a t-shirt wasn’t exactly in tune with the “dress code” for most of the men in the park at the moment, but Len was having fun walking with his boyfriend through Pride. He wasn’t so sure about his mother tagging along. Mama made it clear from the second she noticed the looks her son gave Jim that first Christmas Jim tagged along that she didn’t care who her babies loved as long as they were happy. Really, he couldn’t have asked for a better response to his mama finding out he was bi.

He loved her to pieces, but if she didn’t stop asking questions, he might burst a blood vessel from the embarrassment.

“What do all of these flags mean?” She was probably gesturing toward the rows and rows of various pride flags adorning the booths.

“Each one is for a different orientation, mama,” Jim explained and then enthusiastically launched into a detailed explanation for each flag.

At least Len didn’t have to field the questions alone. They already explained to her by pansexual meant, patiently corrected her when she’d confusedly asked, ‘but who’s the woman?’ and Len was pretty sure he only ground his teeth a little at her wondering out loud why someone couldn’t just choose one or the other. ‘Well because some people like both, mama,’ Jim had answered.

Speaking of Jim, Len took in the sight of his boyfriend with fond amusement. He knew Jim would want to go a little more eccentric with his look, and Len would be lying through his teeth if he tried to pretend those shorts weren’t working for him. The pink, yellow, and blue stripes adorning his left cheek had been streaked there by a young girl eager to add color to anyone willing to sit still long enough. So far, they’ve been dragged to every single booth and mini even going on in the park by the over-excited blond.

Len was broken from his wandering thoughts by a small flag being jammed into his hand by his mama. She apparently decided he needed a bit more pride adorning him.

“I got you and Jim mini flags! See, yours is the bisexual colors and Jim’s matches his cheek!”

All he could do was give her a warm smile. She was trying. A helluva lot more than Jim’s family ever did.

“Thanks, mama.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek before offering his arm. “Let’s go catch up with Jim before he does something foolish.”

“Dear, I thought that was the point of today?”

“Maybe, but he’s got an extra strong nose for trouble. Knowing him, we’ll find him talking to the strangest person he could find.”

They shared a smile as Len caught sight of Jim again. Someone had bedecked the young man in a boa made of a million different colors, and he’d somehow ended up with a tiara.

Eleonore blinked at one of the signs, and before Len could notice her sudden curiosity, she piped up with, “Leonard? What does that sign mean by bears?”

His face instantly heated up and he could feel the embarrassed flush creep up his neck as Len dared to follow her gaze to the gentlemen Jim was now in an animated conversation with. One of the men- a rather large fellow in an open leather vest- was waving around the sign in question.

“Well, mama… Uh…” He prayed Jim would come over and rescue him from the question, but when his knight in metallic short-shorts didn’t seem to pull away from his talk, Len was forced to answer, “They’re gay men that tend to be larger and rather hairy…”

“Oh so they’re bears because they’re furry.”

“… Yes, mama.”

“Bones, there you are!” Jim darted over to grab his hand, pulling the doctor along to meet his new friends. “See? This is him.”

Jim ran through introducing him to people whose names he’ll probably never remember while Len kept an eye on his mother. She seemed to be looking the group of men over and a few looked a little uneasy about the scrutiny until she gave them a beaming smile and said, “You boys look lovely!”

“Mama, please…”

“Oh! Sorry, and this is my boyfriend’s mother, Eleonore.” Jim grinned over his shoulder at her before turning back to add in a stage whisper, “We’re giving her the grand tour of gaydom today.”

If Leonard’s face got any hotter, he was sure he’d catch fire, but the men seemed content to coo over his mother’s presence. He took a steadying breath when they finally continued on through the park.

“And now what are they up to?” Her curious tone was followed by her tugging Len through the crowd toward a stage. There was a gay comedian at the mic performing.

“What does he mean by that? What’s a bottom mean?” Eleonore asked quietly, obviously trying not to interrupt the enjoyment of the crowd laughing around them.

Len shot a panicked look toward Jim who seemed perfectly content to leave him hanging with a smirk. His mama looked at him expectantly, not seeming to notice just how uncomfortable he was.

“Um… Well... Shit. Mama, I don’t know how to answer that in a way that won’t disturb you. There’s really just some stuff you probably don’t wanna know.” He rubbed at the back of his neck as he looked anywhere but her.

She finally seemed to notice just how red he face was getting and had the decency to look contrite. “Oh sweetpea I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s okay, mama… It’s just there are just some things you gotta right not to know and you already had to think about me having sex when I came out and I really don’t need you knowing more specific things.”

The three of them wandered around for a while longer, Len progressively being weighed down by the various trinkets mama and Jim picked up from the booths as the two social butterflies made friends with every craftsman and woodworker and quilter (he had to convince mama not to buy a quilt that had what looked like Picasso’s rendition of several hundred dicks as the topper ‘mama those are penises…’ ‘oh dear! They are, aren’t they?’) who bought a booth for the day. Jim’s wallet was crammed with a couple dozen business cards with personal numbers on the backs so he could keep in touch, and Len was just pleased to see his boyfriend so happy.

It wasn’t until they got to the far edge of the park that Len started feeling a bit tense. The chanting shouts he knew he’d inevitably hear at some point finally rose over the din of revelry behind them. He made sure to keep a closer eye on Jim because the last thing they needed was a fight.

What he didn’t anticipate was Eleonore’s reaction. Her eagle eyes caught sight of the signs with various religious vitriol and she scowled darkly. Before he could shift from holding Jim in place to grab her arm, she was off like a shot making a beeline for the protestors.

“Evangeline Martin! What in the world are you doin’ standin’ there with that sign!”

Leonard paled when he realized a good portion of the group were the women in his mother’s Bible study. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him when he invited her along.

“Ellie!” Her surprise was dampened when she saw Len with an arm around Jim’s waist. A sneer twisted her lips as she continued, “I guess I don’t have t’ask what you’re doing here.”

“I’m learnin’ more about my boys and showin’ them love and acceptance like Jesus preached!”

“Jesus didn’t have cocksuckers in mind when he was spreading God’s love,” another woman (Angelica, Len recalls) countered. Cheers of agreement rose up around her.

“Well then he must not’ve been talkin’ about you either!”

Jim nearly choked on his laugh, and even Len had to bite the inside of his lip to stop the wide grin that was trying to form. Mama just kept on talking, jabbing accusatory fingers in their direction, “Y’all should be ashamed of yourselves! These men and women have had more than their fair share of problems just acceptin’ themselves and now all y’all are here making right fools of yourselves tryin’ to make them ashamed of somethin’ the Lord wouldn’t give a pig’s spit about.”

“The Bible says…”

She cut them off before the sentence was even finished, “The Bible says not a damn thing about the subject.”

“Sodomites are condemned, Eleonore!”

“Ezekiel 16:49-50, Sarah! ‘Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore, I did away with them as you have seen.’ You’re lookin’ awful haughty, and you sure look unconcerned for the harm y’all are doin’ by being here.”

From there, it seemed to become a contest over who could spout the most Bible verses to support their side. In Len’s opinion, mama was winning, but he was kind of biased. The whole ordeal was only amusing for so long, however, and he finally decided to snag her arm and lead her away.

“C’mon, mama. I think that’s enough for today. I bet they’ll have plenty to say next time you go to Bible study.”

“It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I set foot in another one of those groups, baby. Not when that kind of ignorance is the majority,” she muttered darkly. Another second later, she turned warm eyes to her boys. “Are you two alright?”

“Yeah, mama I’m fine. I knew a group like that would be there I’m just sorry you’re losin’ friends over all this…” Len accepted and returned the tight hug she offered with a gentle smile.

“They’re not friends I need if they’re gonna be so nasty. You can’t fix that kinda ugly, sweetheart.” Her gaze settled on Jim who seemed almost asleep on his feet. “Jim, darlin’, you look beat. Let’s get you back home, hm?”

“Mmn… That sounds good,” he mumbled as he leaned into Len’s side. “Boooones… Carry me?”

“Sugar, I’m not carryin’ you.”

“Pleeeeeeease?”

The two of them stared at each other before Len finally relented and ducked down to let Jim clamor up onto his back with a victorious sound. He was out cold before they made it back through the crowds to the car.

As he was getting Jim settled into the back seat and nuzzling into his hair a little, Eleonore finally piped up again, “You know I love you both no matter what, right baby?”

“Yeah, mama. I know.” He grinned at her over his shoulder. “And if I didn’t before, I think you arguin’ down half the church on my behalf would’ve clued me in. I think you surprised Jim a bit, though.”

“That boy…He’s had it hard enough. He deserves to have a couple people in his corner now that he’s outta that house.”

“I’m not about to argue with that.”

When they made it back to mama’s, Len woke Jim so they could head inside. The sun was going down, and Len got them both settled into bed to cuddle up. Jim tucked his head against his chest and sighed in contentment.

“Today was the best. Thanks for going with me.”

“It was fun. It’s not every day I get to see mama lose her mind like that,” he chuckled and gave Jim a soft kiss. “She loves you, you know.”

“Yeah… And I love her. She’s the mom I always wished I had when I was a kid.”

“She’s yours now. You call her mama and I’m not planning on dropping you anytime soon, so just act like she is.”

“Mmmn… And I made a lot of friends today. Did you hate it? I know the whole tons of people in a crowd isn’t your favorite thing…”

“I still had fun and mama sure as hell kept me on my toes. Now get some rest, alright? We have family dinner tomorrow, and about the time Donna shows up with the kids and Joanna gets here we’ll have our hands full of excited babies.”

Jim offered up a serene smile, already dozing back off. “Sounds good. Love you, Bones.”

“Love you, too Jim.”

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[babybaguette]

Gemini Ch. 18

Teen Wolf

Words: 1893

FF.net: x

AO3: x

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“So, Scott’s… the alpha?”

“No, Scott’s a beta. Derek’s an alpha.”

“But not part of the Alpha pack?”

“Right.”

“Although, Scott’s got something going on where he might be an alpha.”

“So he’s… sort of an alpha?”

“Sort of. Maybe.” “He’d make a better alpha than Derek, anyway.”

Six hours and several excruciating contractions later, there was neither hide nor hair of Jennifer or the pack. Melissa enlisted Isaac in helping her explain all the supernatural creatures and subsequent events in the town. Werewolves, Kanima, druids, hunters, and now the Darach.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed and shook his head. “All this time, I was sharing a town with werewolves,” he mumbled, “werewolves and God knows what else.”

It was a lot to take in. The sheriff had spent a good part of life dedicating his life to protecting Beacon Hills from crime, and now he was just realizing that he’d only scratched the surface.

The waning sunlight was shining through the cracks in the cellar door. The full moon would be on the rise soon, and that meant that, unless someone did something, bad things were about to happen. Jennifer was building up strength for something, the Alphas were gathering their resources; meanwhile, the good guys were all either helpless teenagers or they were locked up in a cellar. At least Chris was still out there.

At least, they thought he was.

The door flew open, flooding the cramped room with pale light and disturbing the dust with a gale. Jennifer stood at the top of the stair, silhouetted by storm clouds, no doubt of her own making. She dragged what sounded like a body behind her with disproportionate strength for a woman her size. As Isaac honed his hearing, he recognized the shallow breathing of one Chris Argent, unconscious.

There was a frustrated silence as the teacher from hell tied the hunter to a pole. Where she got all this rope from, one could only guess. The other three didn’t dare say anything; any plead they could make would fall on deaf ears, anyhow. Plus, they were all preoccupied with the fact that now that Jennifer had all three sacrifices plus one, there was nothing stopping her from slaughtering them all right then.

Once Chris was bound like the other two adults, Jennifer wasted no time in relieving the hunter of his hidden arsenal of well-concealed sharp weapons. She then took a step back and admired her handiwork. They all caught the smirk she threw around the room before leaving the cellar as silently as she came.

All three breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the howling wind was shut out.

“Jesus,” the Sheriff gasped, “well, there goes one of our few chances of rescue.”

“Scott will find us,” Isaac said with wavering confidence. Scott always saved the day. Scott would find them.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Argent woke up. He seized, gasping for air, getting his bearings. As his sight adjusted, he assessed his surroundings.

“You okay over there?” the Sheriff asked. No response, just panicked breathing.

“Chris?” Melissa chided gently. “It’s Chris, right?”

Chris nodded. Finally, it seemed like he was conscious enough to get a handle on the situation; he took a good look around the cellar. He laughed; then he groaned.

The Sheriff read his body language and furrowed his brow helplessly. “Is it just me, or has somebody been here before…?”

“Years ago,” the hunter replied. He began twisting in his binds, trying to get at his boot.

“Hate to disappoint you, but, uh, we watched her take your ankle knife.”

Chris twisted the other way.

“And the knife that’s in your sleeve,” Ms. McCall added.

Chris writhed angrily.

“And the switchblade in your other sleeve,” Isaac finished. It was then that the hunter finally noticed the werewolf’s presence, and seemed like he was about to go off, but he never got the chance.

Jennifer was back.

“And the taser in your jacket pocket,” she teased, descending the dangerously rotted flight of stairs. They all craned their necks to watch as the druid played her taunting game with Chris. She mopped at his bleeding forehead, feigning concern as she spouted off her righteous sacrificial bullshit.

“Think about what you’re doing,” she preached, “you are making this town, even this world, safer for your children. Ah, well,” she turned slowly on her heels to cast a sinister glance at Melissa, “most of them.” She turned to Isaac as well. “I can’t say much for teenage wolves, or their offspring.”

Ignoring a warning look from Melissa, Isaac growled, baring his fangs and struggling against his bonds.

“If it’s a sacrifice you want,” the teen snarled, “Why don’t you just give your own life? I’m sure the Nemeton would love a taste of your blood.”

Jennifer Blake laughed and it was cold and heartless. “I’m sure this tree has already drunk its fill of my blood. No,” she stood and stalked over to Isaac, “what it needs,” and traced her long fingernails along his throat, “is a little taste of the supernatural.”

She strode back up the creaking stair, leaving that laugh ringing in Isaac’s ears.

As the door closed once more, they all let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Isaac felt anger rise in his chest and wanted to break his bonds right then and there; chase down the witch and spill her lifeblood across the leaves. But the ropes were tight, and Jennifer was long gone.

The twins protested in their own way; as another contraction tightened across his belly, they kicked hard at his insides. He moaned loudly, laying his head back and trying to lower his heart rate-- Jennifer had sent it racing.

Chris turned his way. “Still?”

“Yeah, it-aaaahhh!” Isaac winced, hunching his shoulders and letting out a low whine. “They’re-- they’re getting… worse…” he panted. There wasn’t much time between the contractions, and now they were starting to get longer in length.

“Isaac, just hang in there, alright?” Melissa soothed. “You’re gonna be okay. It’ll all be okay.” None of them, not even her, could tell if she was speaking solely about Isaac in that last statement. It seemed all of them needed a little encouragement.

Isaac shook his head, his eyes shut tight against the pain. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he said, voice ridden with worry and anguish.

After the werewolf’s breathing finally slowed to a somewhat normal pace, they all fell into a silence. They were all thinking about their children in one way or another. Melissa, the Sheriff, and Mr. Argent were all worried about their children on the outside, fighting the bad guys. Isaac was thinking about his twins. His little werewolves, about to come into the world while there was a war going on. Who knew if they would even survive being born in a cellar; who knew if Isaac would survive?

At one point, the silence got so loud that they all felt someone had to break it. None of them, however, wanted to. There was nothing to say. So Chris started squirming again. He pulled and writhed in his ropes until he was out of breath.

Melissa sighed. “I don’t wanna kill your optimism or anything, but, y’know, we’ve all been trying to do the exact same thing for hours.”

Chris huffed in frustration and impatience. He tried wriggling from another angle.

“You been tied up before?” the Sheriff asked. Oddly enough, it wasn’t that strange a question when you were talking to a someone of his profession.

“Many times,” said hunter answered, still trying his luck with the ropes.

“Is that, uh… part of being a werewolf hunter?”

Chris froze. He looked to Melissa, who shrugged playfully.

“I tried to download him on as much as I could,” she explained.

“Yeah, I was starting to feel a bit left out.”

“And I suppose she also got you up to speed with Isaac’s situation?” The hunter turned menacingly to the teen. Isaac was wondering when the reprimand would come; the ‘I told you so’ speech, the ‘what were you thinking’ lecture. Chris was staring daggers in the teen’s direction.

“Yes, I’m caught up,” the Sheriff said, trying to pull Chris’s attention.

“Then you know how foolish he is for getting involved,” the hunter continued, undiverted, “in something way out of his depth, when he was told repeatedly to stay behind.”

“You wanted me to stay behind and do nothing while Cora and everybody else was in danger!” Isaac knew he was just digging his own grave by arguing, but he had to defend his choices. He had just been doing what he thought was right.

“And look at where it got you!” Chris retorted. “In an underground cellar, about to either give birth, or be sacrificed.”

“I’m not losing anyone else!” Isaac cried. “Look what happened when no one helped Erica and Boyle. Look what happened when no one helped me! I can’t sit back and watch while everyone is so caught up in their own bullshit that we watch another person die!”

The young werewolf’s voice diminished until it broke. He refused to cry, it would only further exaggerate his weakness, but he could let himself be frustrated. Frustrated with himself, with Chris, with every extenuating circumstance that had gotten him here.

He could feel the pity from Melissa and the Sheriff wash over him like a tidal wave, and he hated it. He didn’t want their sympathy-- after all, it wasn’t sympathy that would get them out of this mess. Chris, on the other hand, was working on something that might.

Out of God-knows-where, he pulled what looked like a thumbdrive.

“What is that?” asked Melissa, her hope rising again.

“Ultrasonic emitter,” he answered, “smaller version of what we use to corral werewolves. Only they hear it. Most of the time, we use it to push them away. Let’s see if it works to attract them.”

He gave Isaac a pointed look, and the teenager sniffed. The idea that Chris thought someone was coming for them was laughable-- half of his pack was miles away, probably busy fighting Deucalion, Derek was holed up downtown feeling sorry for himself, Corra was dying, and Peter was useless. Besides, what if the sonic wave attracted the wrong kind of werewolf? The last thing they needed was an--

“AAAAHH!!” Isaac screamed as a deafening wail hit him like a wall.

“Isaac!!” the Sheriff and Melissa cried

The nurse struggled at her bonds, and she wasn’t the only one; every muscle in Isaac’s body was tensed, and before he knew it, his arms broke free of the rope binding his wrists. He’d transformed, his eyes wide and blazing yellow. He kept screaming, his palms pressed to his ears, but he couldn’t block out the horrible noise.

And suddenly, it stopped.

Chris tossed the ultrasonic emitter away. “Well, that didn’t work.”

But the damage was done. Just like Lydia’s scream, the noise had triggered another contraction, and Isaac was clenching his fanged teeth. With his hands free, he hugged his cramping midsection, his still-tied feet kicking and writhing. His muscles seized, draining what little energy was left in his body.

Isaac let out a throat-burning scream.

Scott… Allison… anybody, he thought as his consciousness faded, please hurry...

[snowpeawritings]

5. The Shadow... The true self...

Philemon seems to enjoy seeing his Wild Cards live on with their lives…

insp.

Persona 4 Golden X FeMC!Reader

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Yosuke ran towards you. 

“Whoa... Wh-What was that!?" He asked, astounded. "Did I hear you say 'Persona'!? What was it-I mean, what did you do!?" You shrugged, not really caring what happened. 

"Hey, you think I can do it too...?"

"Calm down, Yosuke. You're troubling Sensei!" Teddie said. 

"S-Sensei...?" Yosuke said, unsure.

"Gosh almighty! You're amazing, Sensei! I am one impressed bear! I can't believe you were hiding such an amazing power! No wonder the Shadows were scared of you!" Teddie gasped. "Are you the one who's able to bring people into this world?" You nodded.

"Hah! That's what I thought! This is really something." He turned to Yosuke. "Don't you think so, Yosuke?" 

"Dude," He pushed Teddie, which led him to fall down then back up his feet. "you call her Sensei and then don't show me any respect!?" Yosuke yelled.

"Sorry..." Teddie hung his head low.

"W-Well, you're support wasn't bad, though. I gotta give you some credit for that." 

"Huh? R-Really...?" Teddie giggled, blushing. 

"All right, you two keep it up, and I think we'll be fine from here on out. Now let's get back to the investigation!" You three went towards the entrance, examining the place.

"Man... I wonder what could have happened to Senpai here." You were about to enter the shop until you hear voices somewhere.

"I wish Junes would go under..." A woman's voice said. "It's all because of that store..."

"Wh-What the...?" Yosuke said.

"Oh, I heard that Konishi-san's daughter is working there." Another woman's voice said.

"Oh my... How could she, with her family's business suffering like it is...?"

"I heard their sales have gone downhill because of Junes."

"S-Stop it..." Yosuke muttered. 

"That poor father... to have his own daughter working for the enemy. What a troublesome child."

Yosuke finally lost it. "Hey... Hey, Ted!" Teddie turned to him. "You said that this place is reality for those that are here, right!? So... does that mean this was Senpai's reality when she wandered in here...?" 

"I... only know what's over here." Teddie said. 

"Fine..." You two steadily looked up. "Whatever's going on here... We'll find out ourselves!" Together, you ventured inside the store. The smell of alcohol grew stronger when you entered. Barrels upon barrels of liquor were stacked until reaching the ceiling. A few banners hung on counters, crates, or hung on the wooden beams. You knew this was Konishi-san's family liquor store but it felt like another attachment inside the TV. Suddenly you hear more voices.

"Dammit, not again..." Yosuke muttered.

“Saki, how many times do I have to tell you!?" A middle-aged man's voice said. 

"I-Is this... Senpai's dad...?" Yosuke said. You shrugged. "You know what the neighbors say about you, right!? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You're the eldest daughter of a family who's owned this store for generations! Is it the money? Or did you meet some guy there? Just tell me why you have to work THERE, of all places!"

"I... I can't believe this... She said she had fun at work... She never said anything like this to me..." He yelled up at the ceiling, "You're telling me THIS is how Senpai really saw things!?" 

"Yosuke, calm down." You said. He suddenly ran towards the counter. On top were a messy pile of photos.

"These photos... Hey... Is this...?" He picked up one. "It's the photo we took the other day with the other part-timers at Junes... Wh-Why's it cut up like this...?" You took a glance and saw Saki smiling in what was left of the photo. Yosuke stood next to her.

"I... never had the chance to say it..." A familiar voice said.

"Is that... Senpai's voice!?" Yosuke said. 

"I always wanted to tell Hana-chan..."

"Huh...? Me...?"

"... that he was a real pain in the ass." Yosuke, in astonishment, dropped the photo. "I was nice to him just because he was the store manager's son, that's all... But he takes it completely the wrong way and gets all enthusiastic... What a dip." 

"P-Pain in the ass...?" Yosuke muttered. 

"Who cares about Junes, anyway? Because of that store, our business is ruined, my parents hate me, the neighbors talk behind my back... I wish everything would just disappear..."

"I-It's a lie... This can't be..." He raised his lungs at the ceiling. "Senpai's not like that...!"

"It's," Someone sniffed. "so sad... I feel so sorry for myself... Boo hoo..." You turned and saw... another Yosuke? No, he was different. His eyes were glaring golden with madness. "Actually, I'm the one who thinks everything's a pain in the ass." He laughed madly. 

Teddie finally caught up. "H-Huh? Two Yosuke's...?" The real Yosuke ran up to his twin. "Who are you!?" He demanded. "I-I wouldn't think that..." He laughed again.

"Yeah, right. How long are you going to keep deluding yourself? Screw the shopping district, and Junes too! You're sick of everything, especially living out in the sticks!"

"What're you saying...? That's not true, I-"

"You put on a good show of being carefree and happy-go-lucky 'cause you're so terrified of being alone. The more the merrier, right? You've gotta be surrounded by people to block out the pain of isolation. And what's this about checking out this world for Saki-senpai's sake? Hah! I know the real reason you came snooping..."

Real Yosuke shook his head. "S-Stop it!" The twin laughed again.

"Why so panicked? I thought I was just spouting bullshit! Or maybe... I DO know everything you're thinking! Why's that...? Because I AM you! You just came because you thought it sounded like a good time! What else is there to do out in this shithole? A world inside the TV-now that's exciting! You didn't have a single other reason for coming here, did you!?"

Yosuke kept shaking his head. "That's not true... Stop... Stop it..."

"You're just trying to act like a big shot... If all went well, hey, maybe you could even be a hero! And that Senpai you were so sweet on? Her death was the perfect excuse!"

"That's not true! What are you!? Who are you!?" He chuckled.

"I already told ya. I'm you... Your Shadow... There's nothing I don't know about you!" 

"Screw that! I don't know you! You can't be me, you son of a bitch!!"

Other Yosuke laughed, only this time it was louder, more menacing, resonating with the bottled up feelings inside Yosuke. 

"That's right! Say it again!"

"Y-You're not me...! You're nothing like me!" 

"Hmph. Yeah, that's right. I am me now. I'm not you anymore, see?" Then Shadow Yosuke glowed with a tornado of Shadow mist. When it cleared, Yosuke fainted. What stood was a frog with a wide, triangular smile, on top was a black figure wearing a red flowing scarf and disproportionately large, yellow-gloved hands.

"I am a Shadow... The true self..." It said, looking down at you. "I'll crush everything that bores me... Starting with you!" He pointed menacingly at you. The frog jumped and landed, ripping off a strong wind that knocked you over. He laughed maniacally. You grit your teeth and stood up, your Arcana on your grasp,

"Zio!" You yelled as Izanami thrusts her palm as an arc of lightning struck the Shadow. It dazed it, then you clubbed it with your golf club. 

"You're gonna pay for that, brat!" He swung his giant fists at you. You ducked under one but got hit at the other, flying until your back hit the post. You groaned in pain as you sat up.

"Sensei, be careful!" Teddie yelled from afar. You crushed your Arcana again, sending another lightning blast. The damn thing jumped away, releasing another strong wind but this time, you braced yourself together with Izanami. It didn't blow you back like last time but it still hurt you.

"Teddie, any ideas!?" You yelled, dodging another fist.

"It's weak against lightning! Try hitting it again!" He flailed behind a barrel.

"Zio!" Lightning struck it, making it dazed again.

"Cleave!" You ran towards it, still dazed, with Izanami copying your every move. Then you slashed it, breaking your club in the process, but destroying it, dissolving into black mist until it reverted back to its copy of Yosuke.

Yosuke groaned as he stood up. You and Teddie ran up to him.

"Yosuke, are you okay!?" Teddie said.

"Y-Yeah... What... happened...?" Yosuke said. Teddie glanced behind him which he turned and saw Shadow Yosuke.

"You... You're... not me..."

"That thing came from you, Yosuke..." Teddie said. "You have to admit it... or it'll go berserk again..." He seemed reluctant to accept it.

"You're still you, Yosuke." You said. "Even if you seem to see everything boring, you're still the same accident-prone Yosuke."

"Is that... supposed to be comforting?" He said. "Dammit... It hurts to face yourself..." He walked towards his Shadow.

"I knew it wasn't lying... But I was so ashamed that I didn't want to admit it... You're me... and I'm you. When you get down to it, all of this is me." Shadow Yosuke nodded as blue light surrounded him and manifested into another being. It was a short glimpse but you could tell that it was a disco frog. It turned into Yosuke's Arcana as blue light waved through him as well. 

"This is my Persona..." He mumbled before crouching down in shame.

"When we heard Senpai's voice... I wonder if that was something Senpai had been keeping deep down inside." He laughed a little. "'He was a real pain in the ass,' huh? What a way to find out... Geez, this is so embarrassing..." He looked up at you.

"If you weren't here, I don't know what woulda happened... Thanks, (Name)." You pulled him up off the ground, muttering a 'No problem'.

"Hey, Teddie." Yosuke said. "Could Senpai have been attacked by her other self here? Like how it just happened to me?" 

"I think so." Teddie said. "The Shadows here were originally born from humans. Sometimes the fog clears. Then they all go berserk... And you saw what happens next. A strong-willed Shadow draws others to it. And the big mass of Shadows kills the host."

"So that's why people die when it gets foggy in our world..." Yosuke stayed silent for a while until he sighed in defeat.

"You seem pretty tired, Yosuke. Let's get you out of here." You said. You led Yosuke out of the pretend Shopping District and went back to the studio. It was silent the whole trip except Teddie's squeaking feet.

"Hey, Teddie. You said that this place is reality for people who enter, right?" Yosuke said. "So that shopping district, and the weird room we saw before... Did they exist because the one's who died entered this world, and it became their reality?"

"What are you getting at?" You asked.

"I guess what I'm trying to ask is... Did those places form because of the people who entered this world?" 

"I don't know. It's never happened before... But that's probably where they were when the Shadows attacked them." Teddie said.

"It was the same for them?" You said.

"The fog does lift here sometimes. The Shadows get really violent then. I always get so scared. I have to hide when it happens... I sensed people here twice before. But both of them disappeared after the fog lifted..."

"So let's get this straight..." Yosuke started. "Senpai and that Yamano lady were thrown in here, and since they couldn't get out, they wandered around..."

"That's right. Then their Shadows attacked them when the fog cleared. That sound right?" You said.

"So if I'd been here until the fog cleared, I woulda been in much deeper trouble?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure." Teddie said. "You were lucky. Sensei and me were here with you..."

"Dammit! Senpai and that announcer... They were stuck here all alone... No one could save them..." Yosuke said.

"Yosuke..." Teddie muttered. "They disappeared when the fog lifted. But they were safe before that. No Shadows attacked them. They attacked us though... Maybe they're keeping a close eye on us. They might see people who investigate this place as enemies... It'll be dangerous, but we might be able to fight them! We might save people!" Both you and Yosuke's eyes widened.

"Are you saying, if anyone else gets thrown in here, we can save them before they disappear!?" Yosuke said. "Like how you guys just saved me!?"

"We need to find the culprit." You said.

"Anyways... We need to catch the one's who's throwing people in here and make him stop. Yeah... I'm finally starting to understand what's going on." 

"U-Um... C-Can I ask something too...?" Teddie asked. "If Shadows are born from humans, what was Teddie born from?"

"You don't even know where you came from!? How should we know?" Yosuke said.

"I know some things. Mostly about this world... But I don't know anything about myself. To be honest, I never thought about it until now..."

"Are you serious...? No wonder we couldn't get a straight answer out of you..."

"Will you guys... come back here..?" You could hear sadness and desperation in his voice.

"Of course. We made a promise, didn't we?" You said, smiling a bit.

"You'll... keep your word?" Teddie said, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"Well, you're the one who said you weren't letting us out unless we do." Yosuke said. Teddie, out of nowhere, hugged you as tightly as he mustered with his arms. Yosuke stood, wide-eyed. He had that feeling in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Nor did he like Teddie purring against your stomach.

On your side, you didn't know what to do but awkwardly hug Teddie back. You didn't know what came over him but he was probably just overjoyed by having somebody to help him. Besides, his fur was really soft...

Before you could touch his ears, he pulled back. "Oh! Th-That's right! Okay, I'll let you out. But there's one thing. I'll be waiting for you guys here. You need to come in from the same place every time. So we can meet up."

"From the same place... You mean the TV at Junes...?" You asked.

"You could come in from somewhere else. But then you won't end up here. You might show up somewhere I couldn't get to you. Then you'd be doomed..." He elongated the 'doomed' part. "Got it!?"

"Well, pretty much..." Yosuke said, relieving the feeling out of him. "Alright, can you show us the way out?"

"Roger that! One exit comin' right up!" He walked towards the center and tapped his feet. In a puff of smoke, the three stacks of TVs where there. You two went near them.

"Cool... First we need to make sure there aren't any employees milling around there..." Yosuke said. Teddie ran behind you and pushed you inside.

"Okay! Go go go! Squiiiish!" He said before sending the two of you to Junes.

"Argh! Hey! Stop squeezing, you little--Whoa!" Yosuke said before warping in the tunnel of rectangles and landing on the cold floor of the electronics department. Chie was there, sitting on the floor where you two appeared. Soon she started crying.

"Y-You guys came back...!" She started crying.

"Huh? Chie? Whoa, what's with that face?" Yosuke asked. She stood up and angrily threw the pile of rope at Yosuke.

"You morons! I can't believe you guys! You both suck!" She yelled before crying again. "The rope got cut off... I had no idea what to do... I was so worried... I mean scared stiff, dammit!" She yelled at the end. "I hate you both!" She stormed off out of there. Yosuke stood up and groaned.

"I... I think that kinda mighta sorta been our fault. Maybe we did go a little too far... Let's apologize to her tomorrow. I'm completely wiped out... I'm gonna go home, soak in the shower for a while, and get some sleep. I think... I'm gonna sleep well tonight." He ran a hand through his hair and laughed a little.

"Well, see you in the morning!"

You nodded and left Junes. It was still raining outside and opened your umbrella. You walked in the dull rain into the Samegawa flood plain and you were surprised you saw Yukiko sitting under the gazebo, wearing a pink kimono. A red umbrella was at her side. You decided to sit with her for a while when she saw you.

"Oh... Are you surprised to see me dressed this way? My parents sent me out on an errand..." She said. "Um... Are you getting used to your new town and school?"

You shrugged. "Somewhat."

"Really...? But... It must be difficult, moving to a place you know nothing about. I've never been out of Inaba, so I wouldn't know what it's like to transfer to a new school... Oh! Are you getting along with Chie? I mean, I always leave early, so... Umm..." She struggled to find the right words.

"We're getting along." You said.

"I'm glad to hear that." She said, smiling."Chie is very supportive, you know. It's always her who gives me the little extra push I need. We had homeroom together last year too, and I still remember how we'd cut class sometimes." She suddenly remembered something.

"Oh... I should get going. I need to make tomorrow's arrangements with our head chef. Our inn can't function without me right now." She stood up and took her umbrella. "Um... I'll see you at school, then."

Evening

"Dad's late..." Nanako muttered. You two were watching some crappy commercials with a juice box in front of Nanako and a steamy cup of (hot drink) in front of you. The TV turned to the news.

"Our next story is an update in our ongoing report on the bizarre murders occurring in Inaba. At around 7:00 A.M., local high school student Saki Konishi was found dead in Inaba's residential area. Since the body was positioned similarly to the last victim, and since Ms. Konishi was the one who discovered that body... Police are proceeding under the assumption that this may be a serial murder case related to the death of Mayumi Yamano. The coroner's report has established Ms. Konishi's time of death at around 1:00 A.M. last night. The body went unnoticed until this morning as a result of the heavy fog blanketing the area."

"Another incident..." Nanako muttered. "Dad won't be coming home tonight."

"I'll be here with you." You reassured.

"... I'll be okay. Can you help me do some stuff around the house?" You were a bit surprised. Nanako is so reliable even for her age. You didn't know how long her father had to work and left her alone since. You made a mental note to ask him this.

"... Amagi Inn, located upstream of Samegawa River, is the town's oldest historical landmark." The narrator said. "Vacationers are often known to travel surprising distances in order to visit its open-air, radium-rich hot springs." Soon the reporter came in view.

"After the incident with Ms. Yamano, the manager has stepped aside, leaving her daughter Yukiko to fill her shoes." The screen panned to Yukiko, still wearing the same kimono.

"In other words, she's a manager who's still in high school. Now that has a nice ring to it... Let's see if we can interview her. Excuse me!"

Yukiko turned. "Hm...? Um... Are you speaking to me?" She said nervously.

"We've heard that you're the new manager. Is it true you're still in high school?"

"Oh, well, I'm only filling in temporarily..."

"Someday, though... That aside, wow! You're looking gorgeous in that kimono. You must have had a lot of male visitors."

"Huh? No, um..."

Throughout the reporter's rambles, your blood boiled. He was acting like a total pervert and the crew did nothing to stop him. If you were in Yukiko's place you would've punched the man square in the face. You wondered how Yukiko must be feeling right now.

"... This is boring." Nanako said. "Oh, I need to do the dishes..." She stood up and walked towards the sink. You stood up as well and decided to help out with the housework. You two decided that you would wash and Nanako would dry. 

"It goes a lot faster when there are two people washing the dishes." Nanako said.

You smiled a bit. "Yes it does, Nanako." 

[namestaybutfriendscallmetrash]

Parks and Wrecks

Fic #2 of the day for @davekatweek 2017 Day 5 Prompt "Leave it up to Fate"

The prompt I used in in the link below, and okay maybe it wasn't exactly random but that's still okay right? Right?

http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/158049080336/person-a-is-super-sad-and-its-super-late-so-they

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationship: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas

Characters: Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Roxy Lalonde (Mentioned), Gamzee Makara (Mentioned), Kanaya Maryam (Mentioned), John Egbert (Mentioned)

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Davekat Week 2017, Day 5, "Leave it up to Fate" Day, hardly any romance but whatever right, alternately titled "Taylor has a problem and can't stop writing pesterlogs because they're pretty", tw for:, abuse mention, Mental Illness, (unspecified)

Read it on Ao3 through the link below or under the cut :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11769885

turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT]

TG: rose TG: heu rose TG: whre are you rigght now TG: rpse TG: rose TT: Dear gods Dave are you drunk? It's nearly midnight! TT: What do you want? TG: i need yu to comr gett me TG: quicjly if posssivle TT: What? Where are you? TT: And what's going on? TG: th park TG: itss hapenng again TG: pleaase help m TT: What park? TG: cannt read the sing TG: fuck i cn hardlt see TT: I need to know where it is if I'm coming to get you. TG: h sometingg TG: maybe higglans TG: highlad TT: Highland? TG: plese come egt me0 TG: m freakin the fuccout TT: I'm on my way, just sit down and wait for me.

You shut your phone off and shove it in your pocket with shaky hands and try to remember what your psychiatrist told you to do about these attacks. Deep breaths, silence, stress ball, vitamin d? You have no idea, and it's making it worse.

You all but throwing yourself onto the bench beside you, the only one free of the influence of any streetlight.

All it took was a stroll along the side if the road, a piece of gravel kicked into a street sign, a distinctive clang of metal, and it all hit you like a damn semi.

Swords, swords, why did everything sound like swords? And why did the sound make you shake, make your scars tingle?

You pull your legs up onto the edge of the bench and wrap your arms around them tightly, shutting your eyes to block out what little light the nearest streetlight throws and wait for your sister.

...

Eventually you hear tires on gravel, and when you take your hands away from your face you hand see headlights nearby.

You sit upright immediately and stare at the black sedan, which has now stopped in the parking lot hardly 60 feet away from you. A short, dark dressed figure gets out of the driver's seat and you stand.

“R-Rose?” You call, and it turns to look at you.

You're running before she has a chance to answer, bridging the gap between you in seconds and all you hear is a startled yelp as you cling onto her like a toddler that lost their mom in the supermarket.

“Rose thank fuck you're….” a lot less curvy than last time and also have no boobs…?

You look up at not Rose's extremely confused and slightly alarmed face.

“Shit, shit,” You pull off the visibly uncomfortable stranger, face going even whiter than usual.

Not literally though. You're albino so it's more like a figure of speech in your case.

“I'm sorry, you're not Rose, shit,”

“Yeah, no. Sorry?”

“God damn it, I'm, no, shit,”

You shove your violently trembling hands in your pockets and turn away from the guy because it's getting worse even faster now, and you really don't want anyone to see you like this, not even a stranger.

Speaking of stranger, you hear a cautious sounding footstep behind you.

“Hey, um, are you, like, okay?”

You don't turn around, just nod your head.

“Y-yeah, just… looking for someone.”

Good one, Strider.

The guy behind you seems to shuffle in place like he wants to say something, but he doesn't. That's probably for the best, he's got one of those voices that can't be quiet and quite frankly you can't handle that right now.

You back over to the dark bench and sit down again, trying and failing to control the shaking in your shoulders. You look over at the guy and he's staring, but once he realized you can see him he turns back to his car.

“Where the hell are you Rose…” you mutter under your breath as you put your head between your knees. You wish you hadn't gone out tonight, and you really wish you hadn't turned down John's offer to drive you home. ‘It's cool bro I'm only a 10 minute walk that way, save your gas’ was, in hindsight, not your best decision tonight.

Judging by the fact that someone just sat down beside you and cautiously placed a hand on your arm, smother hugging someone before you were sure they were Rose is pretty high up there on tonight's regret scale, too.

“Hi, so I know you said you were fine, but I kinda think that's bullshit and I'd be an ass to leave you here alone, so…”

He trails off, and you have to look up and make sure it's that same guy because that same grating voice just got really soft somehow.

He half smiles at you nervously when you turn your head enough to look at him out of your left eye, and you sigh shakily.

“Thanks, but I really am fine. I'll be back to my usual cool self in no time, I'm just down a bit right now, you know like, uh, shit I don't know, just whatever.”

You really wish your voice didn't sound like you were on the edge of tears. It doesn't help that you're on the edge of tears, wait what the hell why are you crying now?

“Fuck off, I'm not leaving until someone shows up to take you home.”

You tuck your head back between your legs and you feel hot tears begin to run down your cheeks.

“So who's Rose? Girlfriend? Oh, or ex maybe? Shit, sorry-”

“Sister. Rose is my sister.”

“Oh.”

You'd laugh at the total ass he's making of himself right now if you weren't in the middle of having a mental breakdown. Thanks a lot past traumas.

“Does she know you're here? I can call her to come get you, or something, if you want…”

“Yeah. She's coming.”

You don't know when he took his hand off you but you know he did when he shuffles awkwardly beside you, then goes silent for a minute or so. His voice cuts in just when you had almost convinced yourself you were home and it was Rose beside you.

“I, uh, I'm sorry if me being here is stressing you out or something… I can leave if you want.”

You don't say anything.

“It's just that I used to have a friend who would do this all the time, I mean break down alone at night, he usually came to this park too.”

You think he's balling his fists in his lap by the way you can hear skin and fabric brushing together.

“That stupid kid, he'd just drag himself here and wait for me to come get him, balled up under the slide and spouting nonsense at no one. I wish he'd have fucking realized he wasn't… Nevermind. He doesn't matter anymore.”

You actually kinda want to see where that story was going, but you're finally moving into the exhaustion stage of your little fit. Your eyes still sting from the tears that stopped not long ago and your eyelids desperately want to cover them. You think maybe you shouldn't let that happen, you don't want to add ‘falling asleep in a public park’ to the list of stupid shit you've done tonight.

You sit up, but let your head hang lazily in front of you. You make no effort to move it when you speak, either.

“He wasn't what.” You sound half dead, and you hope his voice can keep you from flatlining.

“He… he thought he would be fine if he just waited for me there every night. He'd get high out of his fucking mind, wander the streets in a stupor then come here when he started to feel bad again and wait for me. I'd find him passed out, crying, biting his fingers, pissing himself, you name it. But…”

He gulped.

“I'm not a doctor. I couldn't help him with the after effects or the mental problems he was trying to escape. He wasn't safe like he thought he was.”

This time the silence was worse. You peer at him through your left eye again, and he's staring off into the pitch black sky.

“You okay man.”

He looks at you suddenly like he didn't know you were there before scowling and turning his head away.

“Me?”

He's gone back to the loud voice, but you don't really mind at this point.

“When the fuck did this turn into my therapy session? You're the one who tackled me in the parking lot in search of your surely more stable sister.”

You snort with as much humor as you can muster, which is none.

“Hey how about instead of talking about my fuck ups you tell me why I was assaulted today?”

You turn your head back down with uncertainty. As much as you usually love spewing your personal life at people, you feel kind of weird about talking to a stranger about this part. Apparently the guy could tell, because when he speaks, his voice seems kind of panicked.

“Fuck, sorry, you don't have to say anything, you don't even know me-”

“I'm not good at change.”

You don't really know why you said it. It's true, you guess, but it's not really the root of the problem.

“I'm 22 years old and I just moved in with my Mom, for the first time. It's… Really different than what I'm used to.”

You yawn, and slouch a little further down on the bench. You think maybe it should be Rose you're retelling this story to again, not whoever this poor guy is, but she's not here and he is. Too bad it's not a couch like you're used to.

“It's so nice, so much better than before. Before was… Really bad. But I didn't know how bad it was until I had something good. Does that make sense…?”

You look to your left fully for a response this time. The guy nods, his fluffy hair nodding with him.

“You don't know what you have until it's gone, but… worse.”

You face forwards again.

“Exactly. And now that he’s- it's gone, I'm learning that my brain got just as fucked up as my body did.”

“I'm really sorry to hear that… uhm…”

His voice was soft again, and you turned your head so see him staring awkwardly at you, his dark eyes peering out at you nervously from the mess of coarse black hair that hung around his face.

“Dave. Strider.”

He looked away, clearly embarrassed that he hadn't asked sooner.

“Thanks. Oh, and I'm Karkat by the way.”

You stretch your legs out in front of you, which you're starting to be able to feel normally again.

“Nice to meet you Mr.Karkat, and welcome to Dave's mental trauma- the only talk show where literally no one wants to be there.”

The guy- Karkat- chuckles a little bit, then sighs.

The two of you sit for a few minutes which seems to translate to ‘an uncomfortable amount of time’ for Karkat beside you, because he's fidgeting and keeps opening his mouth like he wants to say something but quickly turns away any time you start to turn your head towards him.

You guess about five minutes total have passed when you get up and stretch, about ready to start walking home. You're about to turn around and say bye or something when he finally speaks up.

“So, Dave…”

You make a short “Hm?” and half turn to see him on his feet as well, standing a surprising foot shorter than you- how did you think he was taller when you were sitting beside him?

“Do you need a ride home? Because I've got my car here, and I'm not busy... or whatever.”

You decide not to take any chances this time.

“Sure, thanks man. Here, give me your number and I'll text you my address so you can put it on maps or whatever.”

He complies, and you send the message before following him back to his car and getting in the passenger's side.

You hear him start up the car and mess around on his phone for a minute, then he pauses before shifting gears.

“Wait, you're like three blocks from here- couldn't you have just told me the way to your place?”

You don't answer, and instead keep your head rested against the door and your eyes closed.

The car starts backing up and you smirk as you hear an exasperated “Asshole,” from the driver.

…

tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

TT: Dave where are you, I'm at the park on Highland like you said. TT: Hello? turntechGodhead [TG] is an idle chum

TT: Come on, don't worry me like that then stop answering me. TT: Dave if you don't answer I'm calling Kanaya to come help me find you. TG: oh hey rose TG: wait did I say highland TG: i meant henson TT: That's half an hour from here, are you serious? TG: sorry TT: Whatever, do you still need me to come get you? Or are you fine now? TG: im fine just talked to some guy who showed up instead TG: he drove me back to mom's place too by the way TG: and don't worry about hunting him down like some deranged stalker bent on thanking people for me, I gave him my number so we're cool TT: That's great to hear, TT: Leave it to you to hit on a stranger after dumping your feelings on him. TG: im the king of getting ass, and not even a panic attack can slow me down TG: you know how it is/span> TT: Yes Dave, of course. tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]