#I don't move on until I'm good and ready Damnit

[infriga]

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Me, still obsessed with the 5-10+ year old thing that I've been obsessed with for the past few years:

[thelargefrye]

UNBREAKABLE GLASS, BREAKABLE HEART ... drabble

YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE | CALMING DAYS | SWEET HOME

pairing : san x f!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : non-idol au, hurt / comfort, established relationship

warnings : langauge, being forgotten, some crying

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

in the rush of the moment, the boys forget something important on their way to their vacation.

you woke up with an odd feeling in your stomach. why this was happening, you weren't sure. but you opted to push to the side as you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.

and then it hit you that the apartment you shared with eight other people – your boyfriends – was silent. there wasn't another soul in sight nor could you hear anyone but your own breathing.

where were they?

then you had a second realization that today you all were suppose to travel to the beach for a small vacation. san had been begging for you all to take a trip together. telling hongjoong and seonghwa that it had been years since they last went on one.

"we need to go on one now that y/n has officially moved in," that was what finally made hongjoong and seonghwa agree. the two eldest thinking it would be a good idea to go on vacation with you.

yet here you were sitting on the couch by yourself, alone. you didn't want to admit it, but was obvious they had forgotten you. you tried to bite back the tears that threatened to spill. it just an accident, you think to yourself, they didn't mean to forget you.

you reach for your phone, wanting to check to see if they messaged you, but only the black screen of your phone stared at you. dead. that explains why your alarm didn't go off this morning.

"oh? who had gummy bears?" seonghwa asks as he brings out the pack of gummy bears that was in their travel snack bag. seonghwa turned to look at his lovers who all looked at him in equal confusion. that is until wooyoung spoke up from the back.

"oh! those of y/nnie's! she loves those gummy bears!"

"isn't y/n in the other car though?" yunho asks from the driver's seat, looking at his lover through the rearview mirror.

"then why is her snack with us and not with the others?" seonghwa asks, seemingly getting more confused by the second.

that's when realization hit san like a truck, a loud gasp leaving his lips causing the other males in the car to look at him.

"we left y/n at home!"

"WHAT!?" yunho is quick to pull off on to the side of the road. him and seonghwa quickly turn to look at both males in the back. only seconds later does the car hongjoong was driving also pull over.

"what's wrong?" hongjoong asks, confused on why yunho pulled over.

"we have to go home!" san begins, "we forgot y/n!" he says, feeling tears start to brim his eyes at realizing how hurt you must be feeling right now.

"what? but wasn't wooyoung suppose to make sure that everyone was up and ready? she was your buddy wooyoung," jongho says causing everyone to look at the male could looked surprised by the information. in other words... he forgot.

"damnit, wooyoung!" hongjoong says, anger seething through him as he glares at his younger boyfriend.

"i'm sorry! i guess i just got distracted by everything else. and besides, you were the one rushing everyone out the door! you should have noticed she was missing too!" wooyoung says back.

"listen," yeosang begins, "we don't have time to be arguing like this. we all obviously can't go back, so why don't half of us keep going to the beach house, while the other half goes back."

"we'll go back," san says, and no one objects.

"try calling her and let her know you are on your way, okay?" hongjoong says and seonghwa nods before they are all getting back in their respective cars.

"i can't believe you forgot your buddy," san says to wooyoung as they are on their way back to the apartment.

"shut up! i already feel bad enough as it is," wooyoung says, another wave of guilt rushing over him.

"stop blaming wooyoung," seonghwa says, phone pressed to his ear as he's trying to call you. "we are all to blame for th– ah! baby, are you okay?" seonghwa cuts himself off when he hears you pick up.

"i'm fine," you say, but seonghwa can tell by your tone that you've been crying. the thought makes his heart break.

"listen, baby, we are on our way back to get you okay? we'll be there in about half an hour," he tells you.

"okay," you sound dejected and it makes his stomach twist. this was suppose to be a fun and memorable vacation. one where he would have taken pictures for the scrapbook you got him. it wasn't suppose to have such a heart-breaking start.

"let me talk to her," san says, leaning over and holding his hand out. seonghwa hands him his phone.

"hey pretty," san says greeting you, "are you okay?"

"y-yeah, i'm fine," he hears you take a deep breath, "happy birthday, sannie."

"thank you, baby. remember you told me last night," he says, not being able to fight the smile that appears on his face.

"i know... i just wanted to tell you again," you say, voice falling quieter near the end. "you guys don't have to come back," you say after a moment, "you shouldn't be wasting time coming back to get me. i'm fine by myself."

"yeah, well, we aren't fine knowing you're by yourself. this vacation is for all of us. you included, got it?"

"got it," you say softly.

"i'll see you when we get back," san says and he hears you hum out a small bye before hanging up. san hands the phone back to seonghwa before he's turning to wooyoung. "you better get on the ground and beg for forgiveness when we pick her up."

san is the first one to enter the apartment when they get back. the other three trailing behind him as they step inside. and san doesn't waste any time calling out for you.

the four of them hear your feet padding across the floor and you emerge around the corner. san can't help the blush that covers his face when he takes in how cutely you're dressed. however, before he could say anything, wooyoung is shoving him aside in order to run up to you. the younger male dropping to his knees, arms wrapping around your legs as begins to semi-fake cry.

"y/nnie, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to forget my seat buddy. i love you so much, you know that right?" wooyoung says making you smile at him. you nod your head, running a hand through his hair to comfort him. "but in all fairness, its hongjoong's fault one-hundred percent."

"wooyoung!" seonghwa's voice is stern as he stops wooyoung from trying to pass the blame. you then see him look up at you with soft eyes, "we are all to blame, really. i'm sorry, baby."

"i'm sorry too, i know the others all feel just as bad," yunho says making you give them a sad smile in return.

"can i just... can i just have a hug, please?" all four males don't waste anytime in giving you a group hug. after that, san gives you an extra one while yunho takes your bag and the other three begin to head down to the car.

"i'm sorry we left you, y/n. i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive myself," he tells you, hiding his face in your neck.

"but you came back for me, didn't you?" you say, making san lift his head to look at you.

"yeah, we did," he says before kissing you. when he pulled away, san gave you a smile before linking hands with you and walking down to the car where you join the others.

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[lunar-eclipse-literature]

Could I ask for headcanons of all 9 mercs finding their S/O outside of the battlefield injured? If you don't want to do all of them, just pick your favs :D

ALL MERCS x READER

SCOUT

He was running around the outskirts of the battlefield looking for a good flank route when he saw you.

Dude he was TERRIFIED? His heart practically sank when he saw it.

As used to blood and gore he was, the fear lied mainly in the fact that you were off the battlements. You can't respawn out here.

He INSTANTLY scoops you up and calls for Medic until his lungs go out.

Yeah, yeah, Medic Ignores Scout joke here, but seriously though. Scout would NOT let Medic ignore him in this situation. The man would kick Medic in the dick to get his attention onto the situation.

Once you're okay and the battle's over, he's absolutely clung to you for the rest of the night.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, damnit. I'm not losin' you to those Blue scumbags."

SOLDIER

He doesn't let much scare him, but damnit, this caught him off guard.

He has to knock his helmet up to make sure he's seeing this right

But hearing your voice weakly call out to him, it made him freak out INSTANTLY

"Hey hey! Don't you DARE die on me, Y/N! We don't do that around here!"

He tries to keep acting serious, and you'd believe it if you didn't see the tears welling under his helmet as he carries you.

He carries you straight to the Medic, screaming bloody murder the whole time.

"LISTEN UP, NURSE! WE'VE GOT WOUNDED, SO MOVE YOUR ASS AND-"

"I know, herr soldier, I'm dealing with it now!"

"Oh."

He gets so scared for you that it completely tunnel visions him. He might even go down himself trying to get you back to base, but at least you'll respawn now...

PYRO

At first it doesn't click for him. Pyrovision's a bitch, you know! It's hard for him to focus on the real world sometimes...

Once she hears you crying, and begging for her though... She wakes right up.

Oh god oh god oh god. No, not this, not now.

Pyro's an emotional person. They immediately freak out, drop their flamethrower, and rush to your side.

They try to reassure you that you'll be okay, but it all gets muffled out. Regardless, he scoops you right up and brings you to the edge of the battlefield where you'll be able to respawn.

Once you're there though, he just holds onto you. He clings tightly to you and refuses to let go.

This time Medic has to find you. Pyro's too caught up in keeping you away from any potential further harm that he was scared of calling for Medic, thinking an enemy might show up and finish the job.

Once you're healed though, you gotta reassure him a shitton. He's hiding out in base with you for a while.

"Please, don't leave me..." Now if only you could hear those words...

DEMOMAN

This man is definitely drunk when this happens. He's stumbling around when he catches sight of you.

His brain is fogged by the alcohol, but he knows what a dying person looks like, and he DEFINITELY knows what you look like.

"Ohhh sshhhit-!" He slurs, stumbling to your side and running a stressed hand into his hair.

As you reach out for him to beg he stays with you, he takes your hand and wraps his other arm around you.

He's not letting you die out here damnit.

He stumbles and trips over himself a lot, but he stays damn upright the whole time as to not drop you and bring you back to base.

Once you're in the safety of the base, he calls for Medic to come help you out.

And once you're healed, he takes your hand.

"We can head back out whene'er yer ready... 'ntil then, I gotcha."

HEAVY

BIG PROTECTIVE RUSSIAN MAN.

He sees you and instantly freaks out. Luckily Medic's been pocketing him so he's there too to help you!

"Doktor! Stop healing Heavy, heal Y/N now!" He commands as his arms wrap around you to hold you comfortingly until you're feeling better.

Those big bear paws are so gentle with you, able to hold the weight of your limp body without issue. He places gentle kisses on your head as the medigun seals your wounds.

"Y/N will be okay... Heavy is here." He whispers to you as you finally come to enough to be able to support your own weight.

You bring your hand up to his face, a silent gesture to show you're alright and you appreciate him, and he smiles.

"Y/N does not have to return to battle if they do not want to. Heavy must keep fighting though."

He carries you all the way back to base, and does have to leave, but once the battle ends he's right by your side holding onto you.

ENGINEER

Oh boy does he panic!

"Doll! Sugar, speak to me!" He rushes to your side and quickly drops a dispenser down. He doesn't bother to help it build itself, though. He's focused on you.

The second he's assured you're alive and conscious, he's instantly at it with questions.

"What happened? Who hurt you? How'd you get out here!?"

It's all too fuzzy, all you know is that a member of the Blu team attacked you, and you crawled to safety. You have no idea where you are..

"We're outside the respawn range, hun. You could'a-.. If I hadn't found you, you'd have-"

You have to cut him off from continuing to panic.

"Hey.. It's.. It's okay. You found me. I'm.. Gonna be okay.."

Finally that damn dispenser is up, and that healing beam thing is an instant relief.

You guys sit out of bounds for a while. You're regaining the energy to return the battlefield, and he's recovering from that goddamned heart attack.

MEDIC

He doesn't even touch the Medigun.

When he finds you, he has the temptation to insta heal you, but he's kinda weird. And crazy. He much prefers the intimacy of patching you up manually first.

He whispers reassurances and praise as he cleans and bandages your wounds.

He asks who did this to you with the hidden rage of a man who will massacre the enemy team later.

When all is said and done, and you're patched up, he gives you a huff of the medigun beam to begin the healing process and kill the pain faster.

"Oh, liebling.. I'm so sorry I wasn't with you... I'm so glad I found you..."

For the rest of the battle, you're pocketed. He's at your side constantly healing you up, only stopping to give the others pick-me-ups.

You're his top priority for the next month AT LEAST, though.

SNIPER

Well, he WAS looking for a sneaky sniping point... Seems the universe had other plans though...

When he found you, his heart sank. He slowly approached, nervous that this could be some kind of spy trick.. But no. Seeing the look in your eyes makes it painfully obvious.

He sits by you and helps you sit up. He assesses your wounds and starts patching them up as much as he can.

Once he's done, he helps you to your feet and takes you to his sniping post, and points to the crowd of people below.

"Who did this to ya, Y/N?" He asks, and you instantly know what he plans to do.

You answer his question though, it's gonna bother him for a long time if you don't.

He looks through his scope, and with a single pull of the trigger he's killed the person who left you there.

"There. Job's done. Let's get ya to the doc, kay?" He said completely bluntly.

He's mad about the whole thing for the rest of the day, but he softens up once you're in bed together and he can just hold you and see for himself that it's okay now.

SPY

Oh. Hell. No.

He's instantly pissed beyond comprehension. NOBODY does this to the love of his life and gets away with it.

In the moment though, he's the sweetest you'd ever seen him be.

He gently patches you up, he covers you in soft kisses and he's so gentle with you, you wondered how this is even the same man worthy of brutal kills on the battlefield.

He sweet-talks you in french the whole time. You don't understand a word of it, but it's all so gentle-sounding. Little do you know he's talking about how he's going to destroy whoever did this to you.

He finally does ask you, though. "Who left you like this, mon amour?"

"I.. Can't remember well. I think it was their soldier.."

"Leave the rest to me, chéri."

Using his cloak watch, he slowly sneaks you back to the base, and cleans you up the rest of the way at the restock cabinet, and just as quickly as he brought you there, he's gone.

That night, he tells you that he made sure that soldier was given direct hell for what he did to you.

[hyerinrose]

hello, angellll !!1!1!1!＼(´ ∇`)ノ i wonder how yan bully react if his darling have a boyfriend... and yan bully ask his darling why they have someone else and then his darling says that they want to lose their feelings for yan bully (like they want to move on yk)

anways i love you and i hope you have a great day/night, angel ♡

-🦈

Hihi 🦈 anon! Mm I like your big brain :00 ily too have a good/night day!

Synopsis : Darius discovered that you have a boyfriend and confronts you about it. The outcome of it was.. unexpected

T/W : Drama, Angst, reader's boyfriend implied to be murdered later, kissing (omg), two idiots in love (one more murderous about it than the other)

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"Oi dumb face, I need to talk to ya for a sec" Darius approached you at your locker one morning.

You jumped in surprise at his presence and backed yourself further at your locker. Darius rose an eyebrow at your odd behaviour, usually you would've told him off for bothering you.

"Oh- uhm not sure if I can, I have to meet up with someone right now" Your (E/C) avoided his golden irises, clearly showing you were lying to him.

He snickered and slammed his hand on a locker beside yours, the sound resonating through out the empty hallway. Twirling a strand of your hair he asked in a clipped tone,

"Really? And who would that be? Your nonexistent boyfriend?" Darius laughed at the end of his sentence.

He's the reason you never had a partner up until now. Only those who wish to have their life cut short would dare to pursue you.

You only meekly nodded in response and Darius quickly snapped his gaze on you. Quickly looking for sign of lies on your face, only to be met with none.

Oh he was livid.

"Who? Who the fuck is stupid enough to be your boyfriend, huh? Tell me, tell me damnit!" Darius was beyond angry.

He was angry at your boyfriend for daring to steal you away, angry at himself for letting that bastard even try.

"A-Avery.." You said your boyfriend's name in a low tone, afraid of how Darius was going to react.

"That pipsqueak? You choose him of all the fucking losers in this school to date? Why?! He couldn't protect you with those noodle arm he has, he couldn't do shit for you"

Darius then lean his face closer to you, your noses were practically touching. His expression that was usually contains of smugness now only filled with desperation.

Desperation to know why you didn't choose him instead.

"Because I wanted to forget about you! I- I love you, asshole! And I hate myself for it.." You feel tears dropping down your face, you never wanted him to know of your feelings for him.

The blond looked taken aback at your confession, however once he recovered from the initial shock, a smirk stretched across his face.

You readied yourself for the incoming mockery and the harsher bullying you'd receive from Darius after this but it never came.

"Wh-!" A pair of lips come in contact with yours, your (E/C) snapped open. Darius was kissing you! Your bully whom you had feelings for was kissing you!

"I love you too, dumbass. I always have been. You should've told me instead of using that loser to forget about me" He muttered once you two pulled away.

"Does that mean we're dating now?" You asked him and yelped once he lean his forehead onto yours.

"Of course. From now on you're mine and I'm yours, you got that? Don't ever forget about it, dumb face"

Now that he already got you in his arm, it's time for him to take care of that bastard who thought he had a chance with you.

No one can have you but him. Only him.

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[thegeeksideofsr]

Cooking Together

I figured Eliot and Nate's daughter needed another part, so hear we go!

 Contents: kissing, age gap mention, Hardison interrupting

It had been a few months since I met Dad's crew. I had formed good friendship with all of them, especially Eliot. He and I would cook together a few times a week, whenever they weren't on a job, sometimes at my Dad's apartment, or at my apartment.

We had spent enough time together that it felt like we had known each other for years. Sharing recipes and techniques we'd learned, foods we liked and disliked. It was easy to fall for him, even though he was a few years older than me. Ok, maybe more that a few. He was almost twelve years older than me, but it could be worse.

Because it was December, we decided to making our favorite dishes that we wanted to share. We each had gone through the recipes we had made over the years, and picked out a favorite.

We had spent most of the day in my apartment kitchen, taking turns with the stove and oven, working together seamlessly.

Once everything was done, we tried it. The dish he made was amazing, it was one El had come up with himself.

I watch Eliot try his own dish, a small smile crossing his face, then he tries mine and let's out a low groan.

"This makes me want to get naked," he says, then scoops another mouth full.

"At least take me to dinner first." I say back to him with a laugh, trying not to picture him naked. That was something I did not need distracting me.

He gives me a slightly surprised look, but before he can respond I turn my back to him, the turn to the dishes I have to clean still.

As I start rinsing one of the bowls I used, I feel the heat of Eliot press up behind me, his hands hands coming to rest on the counter on both sides of my waist, effectively caging me in.

"I thought we'd had dinner together plenty of times," his voice a low grumble.

"I don't think having dinner with my Dad and the rest of the team counts."

"That's not what I'm talkin' about."

Ah yes. The times when he's come over late at night after a con and we would cook a simple dinner, then sit on the couch and talk or sit in silence, then we'd move to my bed and fall asleep in each other's arms. He'd always be gone in the morning, making it feel like it was a dream, but the fresh pot of coffee always reminded me it wasn't.

We never talked about it, and some times he wouldn't come for weeks, then a late night knock on my door would make my heart race.

"Those count?"

"You think they don't?"

"You leave before I wake up, and never talk about it any other time we see each other."

He let's out a sigh, brings his hands to my hips and turns me to face him, he tilts my face up with his finger to look me in the eye.

"They count."

A silence falls over us. Saying a mental "screw it," I pull him to my hight by the front of his shirt and kiss him, tucking my other hand under his ponytail to the back of his neck.

He let's out a bref noise of surprise, then wraps his arms around my waist, pressing himself further into the kiss.

We both lose ourselves into the kiss, hands wander from each other's hair to under shirts to feel each other's skin.

Eliot's phone rings in his pocket, breaking the spell. He pulls it out, tosses it to the counter, letting it ring out to voicemail while pulling me in for another kiss.

A minute later it rings again. We pull away, Eliot let's out a growl when he checks to see who's calling.

Hardison. Impeccable timing, as always.

"Answer it," I tell him.

He gives me a questioning look in return.

"He's just gonna keep calling until you answer, so answer it."

He let's out a sigh and drops his head back as he answers the phone and brings it to his ear.

"What?" He spits out.

"I have been texting you you for half an hour with no response. Then when I called you didn't answer. I thought you was dead on the side of the road. I was ready to -"

"Damnit Hardison. What do you want?"

"We got a job. Nate's calling everyone in."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now. What, you got plans this is interfering with?"

"Yeah, Hardison, I do."

"Well, they gonna have to wait till we're done. Be at Nate's in thirty."

And with that, Hardison hung up.

Eliot shoved his phone in his pocket with more force then necessary, then cupped my face with both hands and kisses me once more. Softer than before, but no less passionate.

" I have to go. But we will continue this when I get back."

"Okay. Let me know when you get back."

"I will."

He presses one last kiss to my lips, then heads towards the front door. He puts on his jacket, and turns to me again with a rare smile on his face.

"See you soon, darlin'."

Then he was gone out the front door.

[helluvanaro]

I once thought that humans were inherently good, that humanity could be fixed. To me words like "good" and "evil" and "cruel" have always seemed too simplistic to be used to describe the most complex beings on earth.

But how is genocide anything but evil? How is the ruling class being willfully oblivious of global warming anything but evil? How is humanity's hate for anything that's different not cruel?

I watched the Aaron Bushnell video, and I openly sobbed, because that's when it hit me. Humans ARE cruel and evil, the good ones are so few and far between.

And I don't understand how people aren't rioting, how they aren't laying in bed and never getting up, because Hind is dead, because Sidra is dead, because Aaron is dead, and people still say that this is warranted.

How can people be so horrible without being inherently cruel, inherently evil.

I have watched a genocide from behind a screen, and no matter how loudly I scream it seems like it's never loud enough, so as I go to bed in my nice bed, in my nice home, a child is going to bed and fearing that they'll never wake up.

We have all been screaming, but our begging and pleading and fighting and protesting, it falls on deaf ears, and day by day more people die.

How have we as a society condemned the genocide of the past but revered the genocide of today? We should have moved past this, we're supposed to be better than we were before. We're supposed to care, God-damnit.

We like to believe that we are better than we once were, that we aren't still barbaric and cruel; this is painfully untrue. It keeps me up at night, knowing that I whine about fucking school and a Palestinian child begs for their parents to not be dead.

I'm so privileged to live the life I'm living, yet I take it for granted so often.

We read books like "Night" By Ellie Wiesel and "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor E. Frankl, and we see these atrocities that were committed, we condemn those who performed them, and those who didn't speak up, but we watch genocide today and we do nothing.

It is a wonderfully heartbreaking hypocrisy that we refuse to acknowledge.

Will Palestine ever be free? Will Congo? Will all of us be forever trapped? How is this okay, how do we stand by idle as innocents are murdered. It seems like we're all slaves to our own fear, to our leaders, to our governments.

Race, and gender, and sexuality, and birthplace seem to be the only things that determine a person's worth. How is that fair? How is that okay?

I've always had hope that humans were good, that they were kind in at least some capacity, I now see how naive that is, how simplistic. Sometimes the simplest words are the answers to the most complex questions.

It hurts, you aren't supposed to realize how fucked up the world is until you're ready, and I'm not. I'm not ready, I don't want to know. I want to go back in time and believe that we can still fix this, but I can't.

How can we live in a world where the people in the right are the people who kill innocent civilians? How can the people in the right be the ones who steal dead women's lingerie to "prove that Palestinian women are slutty"? How can the people in the right be the ones who made fucking snuff of them committing their horrendous acts?

How does war equate to genocide?

If people aren't inherently good then I don't know what to do, because we have to be. We have to have something we can hold onto some sort of hope that this isn't how things will stay.

How am I supposed to have hope for the future if I know that I and so many others won't be welcome in it?

[go-to-the-mirror]

headinhands

im not ready for threshold guys! im not! im really not! ive just woken up! oh god, whyyy why must i? it's not fair, it's not fair that i have to do this god damnit.

I'm in shambles and we haven't even started yet.

it's fine. it is fine. alright. lets just. go for it.

hi @a-mag-a-day, threshold time! Mostly rambling, always great words, if I tag it with meta, that means it's GREAT words. You know the drill.

I think it's really cool that this is a continuation/related to a season 1 statement. It really shows how much Jon's changed throughout the years.

He’s just a lonely old man looking for attention and trying to manipulate me into moving back in with him, even though I’ve told him so many times that that’s just not going to happen.

I just feel bad for both of them, both Paul and Marcus. How Paul's actually experiencing this, but Marcus is so... distrustful, for a good reason, that he doesn't believe Paul. That if it just happened a little sooner together then they'd have been able to help each other, but instead all they were able to do was make things worse.

Parallels to Jon and Helen or am I reading too much into it?

And I don’t like being manipulated. I don’t like being lied to.

The Spiral and The Web are pretty similar, you know. What with the whole gaslighting thing of The Spiral, make you doubt yourself, but that's also like manipulation, you know? Can I just gesture to Helen and Jon's whole thing as The Spiral also being a bit of a manipulation fear, because like... yea.

When I was thirteen, it was underneath a railway bridge. It was huge and metal this time, with solid iron bolts sealing it shut and a thick chain stretched across it. The warning stickers had long since peeled off, and someone had scrawled in chalk: ‘Warning: Danger of death.’ As I passed, something heavy began to bang on the other side, sending the chain dancing. It pounded again and again, and I didn’t know if it was trying to force its way out, or politely knocking, hoping to be let in.

Aaaa! Spooky! This statement is, yeah, it's scary, and really cool. I just nhhnhrnnh 10/10! it's so snazzy! This episode as a whole, mate, it's just great.

I was trying so hard to walk carefully, to seem like I wasn’t drunk, that I almost didn’t notice it until it was too late.

My drama teacher says that to act drunk you need to act like you aren't drunk. Like, act like you're acting like you're not drunk. You get it? I've never needed to act like I'm drunk so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He just wants me to move back in with him, and I can’t. I just can’t. Sometimes, you just have to leave, even if what’s on the other side scares you.

A mic-drop ending again, yay! God, the way the statements end are always so cool, this is one of the most cool ones.

I never thought I’d miss those days, when I could throw out some half-baked speculation about drug abuse or mental illness and, woosh, away all the statements went.

I'm fine okay, it's fucking fine. It's so fine, I'm so fine, like so fucking fine, so much fineness in me. It's like! For Paul MacKensie, he can say that, he can say there's too much that doesn't add up, and that he wants to believe it but can't, he can fucking say that.

But he can't say that about this, he's mag 41 too deep. PODDED CAST!

AAA

But no, almost every one of those statements, those people … That poor old man. Like I can talk. Like I’m in any position to mourn the suffering of the innocent.

So, I was looking through old dms to find my reactions to threshold, and I found something, not on a first listen but here it is:

Last night I was thinking about Jon's line in threshold "Like I can talk. Like I'm in any position to mourn the suffering of the innocent," and literally crying. And thinking about how yk none of the avatars see themselves as undeserving of what they got, right, none of them. And I'm sad about that. It is not only the innocent that suffer. I have so many feelings about Mike Crew now you don't even know girls when girls when (gender neutral) they have a years long villain arc and at the end of it they can't recognize their former self This is about Jon and Mike Crew and Helen and Jude Perry and Hh

(messages to mapleejay (follow it) on the 28th December, 2022)

But there is one thing I know an awful lot better now than I did when I read his father’s statement. I know an awful lot more about doors.

FUCK DUDE YOU SURE DO!

I love him so much.

HELEN You rang? ARCHIVIST Marcus MacKenzie. Why didn’t you tell me? HELEN Is that name supposed to mean something to me? ARCHIVIST No, I suppose it wouldn’t, would it? Just an old man and his son for you to terrorise and feast on.

AAAAAAA JSWDAESDAFIJA THIS THIS ALRIGHT LIKE-

Okay, Jon's fucked up, he has fucked up, but he remembers their names, right? He remembers them. Jess Tirrell. Floyd Matharu. The others that we don't know the names of. Absolutely not proportional, Jon why the fuck did you do that, but like, hey, at least they're still people to him.

Also... "why didn't you tell me?" This implies they've been talking enough for Helen to have told him, which does make sense, actually. I have headcanons post-131. Well, post-132, when Jon's not throwing himself in a coffin, you know?

HELEN Ah, well, the son I was pursuing long before I was even Michael. And technically, I didn’t eat the old man. He passed away from terror before I even got a chance to open properly. ARCHIVIST And his son? Marcus? He was fine when I found his father’s statement two years ago, but now, suddenly, I can’t get through to him. HELEN No, I imagine not. I decided it was time to finish that game a few months ago. ARCHIVIST You… Why?

He sounds so bloody frantic, and just... oh my god just the way he's speaking, frantic and horrified, should he have known that this is what he'd get when he befriended monsters.

Aaaaa threshold <333

HELEN Not sure. I suppose Helen didn’t have quite the same attachment to him as a project. I’m not quite as much for decades-long campaigns of subtle terror these days. ARCHIVIST That’s horrible. HELEN Is it? We do what we need to do when it comes to feeding, don’t we? … Don’t we, Archivist? ARCHIVIST (Softly) Yes.

SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS HNNHHNRNHR

OH MY GODD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAYYY IM JUST- AAAAAA SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING JON LIKE A CAT!

I had good words a while ago, again to @mapleejay

ME: To be fair the entire fandom's jon loosing their mind episodes are like the same (A Guest For Mr. Spider, Scrutiny, Can't even type scrutiny Uh the eye opens MAPLEEJAY: true ME: Feel like we as a society should be more obsessed with helen and jon MAPLEEJAY: relistening to the coming storm Again TRUEEE ME: And also whatever the hell eye contact was NO ONE TALKS ABOUT EITHER OF THEM AND HERE I AM ROTATING THEM IN MY BRAIN MAPLEEJAY: punching them beating them up /pos ME: Diversity loss! The distortion is a tory MAPLEEJAY: HAGAGDHQHD ME: But like also jokes aside oh my god them. Like hhhh - the new door where jon saw himself in helen and then helen IMMEDIATELY died - another twist where jon was about to die just like helen did and helen saved him (i actually never fucking saw- JUST LIKE HELEN DID [transcribers note: probably is drawing parallels between Jon almost dying to Michael, and Helen actually dying, and Helen being able to save Jon]) - taking stock where helen asks jon for help when SHE takes someone - threshold where JON goes to HELEN and HELEN (fuck why are they so similar) JON GOES TO HELEN BECAUSE SHE KILLED SOMEONE AND HELEN THROWS HIS VICTIMS BACK IN HIS FACE - a gravedigger's envy where theyRE BLOODY HHHHH WHY NO OK BECAUSE THE HELEN JON DAISY TRIO REFLECT OFF EACH OTHER AND I HATE THEM >:( - checking out WHICH IS IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE EPISODE WHERE MARTIN TALKS TO HIMSELF MIND AND IS LITERALLY THE MOST HONEST WE SEE HIM IN THE WHOLE SEASON LIKE NOT THAT HES LYING TO MARTIN BUT THAT HE'S NOT TRYING WITH HELEN *shaking them vigorously* fucking die

(10th January, 2023)

they. fuck them. god damnit, them <3

HELEN It would be better if you embraced it.

(MAG 146 - Threshold)

HELEN Oh Jon! This existence can be wonderful, if you just let it. ARCHIVIST (Sadly) I know.

(MAG 187 - Checking Out)

MARTIN Huh. She couldn’t help what she was, I guess. ARCHIVIST She didn’t even try.

(MAG 188 - Centre of Attention)

Jon and Helen ✨ feelings ✨

I have highlighted those specific lines together so much, like... they just fit. Throwing them at a wall.

ARCHIVIST Were you controlled? HELEN What a delightful thought. I don’t believe so, no, but the Spider’s strings are subtle, so I suppose it’s not impossible. Why? ARCHIVIST I want to know. Can The Web control another avatar, one that serves a different power? Make them do things they don’t want to. Make them find victims, feed. (Helen laughs.) HELEN Perhaps. Perhaps not. Would that make life easier for you? Are you so sure you didn’t want to? (Helen laughs again.)

[ID: CC!GoodTimesWithScar with his head in his hands. /End ID]

ARCHIVIST Been a while since you’ve all come to see me together. I assume it’s not good news.

It starts with him being all... sarcastic and stuff, and then he's like Oh Shit. Oh Fuck. Oh No.

ARCHIVIST And what exactly is on this t— Oh.

OH BOY! OH GOODIE!

oh boy...

oh boy...

BASIRA How many? ARCHIVIST Basira, I— BASIRA How many? ARCHIVIST Four. MELANIE Jesus. BASIRA Including the one on the boat? DAISY What one on the boat? ARCHIVIST Including Floyd, five. MELANIE Jesus.

Firstly, like great voice acting, all of them, all of them. Yeah... I'm not going to say the secondly :D

ARCHIVIST Jess Tirrell, the woman on the tape, she was the fourth. I’d just tried to… I was weak, ravenous. I didn’t feel… The first was a supermarket cleaner, ended up lost for a weak in an endless warehouse. I didn’t even… I just went in for some shopping and he was there and I just… asked. The second was… It was after I got stabbed by Melanie. MELANIE You are not putting this on me. ARCHIVIST No, that’s not what I meant. I was walking the streets; I thought I was trying to clear my head. DAISY But you were hunting. ARCHIVIST Apparently. And I found a woman who, every year on her birthday, wakes up in a fresh grave, just for her. DAISY And the third was after the coffin. ARCHIVIST A man rejected by all who knew him, searching ever darker places for love. When he told me his story, he started weeping maggots. BASIRA Enough. ARCHIVIST I hope so.

IM USUALLY PRETTY GOOD AT WORDING MY THOUGHTS OKAY JUST-

You know what, take a gander through annabelle--cane's tumblr, it has good words. I just sort of went through his tma tag for a while ajsjdjhfs.

BASIRA You’re a danger, Jon, a monster. You’re hurting innocent people. ARCHIVIST So did Daisy. BASIRA Shut up! It’s not the same thing at all!

Like, Basira what the fuck, she's just... she's all like oh wow daisy's better for resisting, meanwhile trying to get daisy to hunt again, enabling her when she did, making all these excuses for as to why daisy's actually better and what she did wasn't wrong and awful.

Yes, I get that that's the whole point of Daisy and Basira as characters.

BASIRA I’ll tell you all what I find. Don’t let him eat anyone’s brain while I’m gone. ARCHIVIST That’s not what I do.

HE SOUNDS LIKE HES SULKING, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

I don't have a conclusion. Shaking Jon and Helen I love them so much. I still need a jon and helen tag. Threshold (starts fucking crying)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok so, while the Dragon Patrol have taken over a whole castle for their home, Shiny chooses to make her home in an underground crystal cavern. It's good for the winters, absolutely stunning inside, and difficult for intruders to get through. especially other dragons; with Shiny's flexible wings, she can fold them and move them around the crystals so they don't get cut up. If a Dragon like Wheezy with huge wings came in, they could get torn up.

The only ones of the Dragon Patrol that can enter Shiny's cavern are Smartass, Psycho, and Greasy. Smartass and Psycho because they are both small enough, though Greasy is crafty. So if Smartass needs to interrogate Shiny, he's gonna have to go crawl in her crystal maze himself XD

And lastly; she absolutely knows her home is irresistible to humans. Poppy felt star-struck when she was first brought here. Witnessing this natural wonder of the earth. It's far different from the stony walls of a run-down castle. And when the light from the crystals shone on Shiny, showing off her bedazzling scales, the dragoness knew that she definitely had Poppy's attention.

And! Since we brought Lottie in this AU; imagine Lottie first coming into Shiny's lair! This little baby dragon is just in shock and awe of this place, and Shiny has zero qualms with letting the little pup explore her home ^^

This is so perfect!! I love how Shiny's cave kinda reflects a night/burlesque club!! S o clever.

Instances based on this Shiny's cave!!:

Shiny: Come on in guys! Wheezy?? Wheezy: *Looking inside the cave with so much hell no in his eyes its almost written in permanent marker on his creased forehead* uh... yeah no, I think I'll wait out here,.. Nice day out, ya know. Stupid: I'm coming in, Shiny!!- *gets grabbed by Wheezy* Wheezy: Oh no you're not.

~

Shiny: *Zooming away from Smartass and hiding in her save, beautiful small crystal cave that only she can get insi- god fucking damnit* *Smartass wriggling inside after her* Smartass: *Struggles, but manages to get inside. Snarling at Shiny, ready to lunge her again,.. until he notices the irritating grin on her face* ... what?! Shiny: Hehehe, you're teeny tiny, Smarty- Smartass: AWW, SHUT UP!

~

Poppy: Are you sure this is a safe place for the baby??... There are a lot of... sharp points around... Shiny: Sure, it'll be fine, dragons are basically indestructible- she could try to fly and fall into a pile of sharp geodes and be okay! Fret less, sweet thing! Poppy: Okay... Lottie: *wondering around in awe, barely lifting her feet she's moving so slowly and staring at the sparkles* Shiny: I mean- that or she'll just be mesmerised and walk around like a zombie... kids are supposed to be fun, aren't they? Poppy: -_-

[marchtomydrums]

Wildcard 8

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson x Reader

Rated M

You weren't sure how long you've been here but it was starting to take a toll. Your wrist and arms were sore from staying in this position for too long. Your thighs and ankles throbbed from you pulling and straining against the ties. And your clit was on fire begging to be touched. The two women have teased, licked, sucked, and fingered your pussy for what felt like hours. Each time one commits the act bringing you closer to the edge only to back off for you to make your guess. So far you've only been wrong twice and you were determined for that to be it.

You moned and gasped loudly as your clit was being sucked into the warm mouth. Your body felt like it was on fire but also cold from the coat of sweat on your body. You sighed and whined when the mouth pulled away once more.

-God damnit. Please! Please! Just let me come.-

Once again they waited in salience for your answer. You sighed shaking your head. “Olivia,” you whispered.

“Sorry pet. That's wrong.” the brunette says.

You whined pulling against the restraints.

-No! No! No! Not again. I can't take this anymore.-

“Please ma’am. Please,” you begged out loud to your masters.

“I'm sorry pet but rules are rules,” she says adjusting the vibe back to your clit.

You whined pulling on the restraints.

“You know better pet! Be still!” she demands.

“I can't,” you cried.

“You can!” she shouts.

You cry out shaking your head. You're already soaked and the bed is probably ruined by now. The vibrations are too much.

“Liv. Liv. Please. I can't. I'm going to..” you hesitate feeling the pressure build. Just as you're about to let go the vibe is moved.

“No! No!” you cried out tossing your head back.

“No! No! Please!” you continued pulling harder against the restraints.

Feeling the bed dip beside you a hand reaches out to caress your face.

“Shhh. It's alright baby. Calm down.” the brunette says soothingly.

“Liv.” you gasped choking back a sob.

“I know. You've done really well. But you need to get through this punishment so we can finish.” she says brushing your hair out of your face.

“Just give her a minute.” you hear Alex say on the other side of you. You sighed letting go of fresh tears as you cried. After a few minutes, you calmed down sniffing quietly.

“You ready baby?” Olivia asked.

You nodded your head preparing your body for the sensations.

“All you have to do is get through this and I promise you it will be worth it,” Olivia says.

-It fucking better be!-

You mentally prepared yourself as the vibe was returned to your swollen clit. Your body arched as you ached for a release.

-You can do this! Just hold off. Breathe. You can do this.-

“You're doing so well pet.” the blonde praises rubbing your thighs.

You bit down on your lip trying to hold back a moan begging your hips to stay still. The vibrations increase sending your body into shock. You squeezed your hands in a fist trying to hold off on your impending orgasm. Finally the vibrations lower, lower, and lower, until it's removed. You sighed taking a deep breath as your body relaxed.

“Good girl. You did so well baby. I'm proud of you.” you hear Olivia praise.

“Thank you, ma’am,” you whined hoping you would finally receive a release.

“Well. I'd say she deserves a reward don't you think Alex?” the brunette questioned.

“I'd say so.”

Feeling the bed dip once more you felt the hot breath against your ear.

“What do you say pet? You ready to come?” Olivia husked.

“Yes ma’am,” you whined nodding your head.

You hear the chuckle as fingers part your folds and a warm tongue glides through. As much as you wanted to come your arms were burning at this point. You tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure but it was too much.

“Apple,” you called out reluctantly. Immediately the tongue stops and you feel the hands pull back.

“What's wrong love?” Olivia asked.

“I'm sorry, but my arms are burning and my hands feel numb.”

“Shit!” the brunette says unlocking the cuffs quickly. You grimaced as the blood rushes back into your arms. Gently hands firmly massage your arms helping the blood circulate.

“Why didn't you tell me, baby?” she asked.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It's alright. Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. I can feel them again. Sorry I just couldn't deal with it anymore.”

“Don't be sorry. This is about trust and you're allowed to tell us if something is wrong or doesn't feel good.” Alex chimes in.

“Alex is absolutely right. Don't be afraid to speak up.” Olivia adds.

“Okay,” you said nodding your head.

For a few minutes, Olivia continues to massage your arms and gently rub your hands. After a few minutes, you hear Alex speak.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay,” she mumbles as her mouth returns to your folds.

You sighed feeling the sensations from her warm tongue as she drags your wetness up to your clit.

“Does that feel good baby?” Olivia husked.

“Yes ma’am.”

Alex moans deeply into your folds as her lips attached to your clit causing your his to arch up into her mouth.

“Alex!” you cried out reaching out for Olivia’s hand. The brunette takes your hand in hers squeezing it as you ride Alex’s tongue.

“Be a good girl and come for Alex.” she husked kissing your lips.

You moaned loudly arching up as your body explodes in pleasure. Alex happily takes in every drop as you come hard in her mouth as she enters you with two long fingers.

“Oh God!” you cried as she fucked you roughly.

“I...umm...Liv?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I can't. I'm going to pee,” you said blushing in embarrassment.

The brunette chuckled “You won't baby I promise. Just relax and let go.”

“But I..”

“Baby. Just let go,” she says in a stern voice. You screamed as your body arched off the mattress. Shaking and trembling against Alex’s mouth and fingers. At this moment you didn't care who heard you as you scream Alex’s name loudly throughout the room.

You felt dizzy as your body lowers back down onto the mattress. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to make sense of what just happened. Your mind and body felt numb and tingly and you were lost in a blissful haze. You didn't even notice them untying your ankles or removing the blindfold. Your eyes opened blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the light. Looking up the two women came into view as they hovered above you.

“You know if that wasn't so hot I’d be jealous.” the brunette chuckled. Your ears were ringing as you tried to make out what she was saying.

“What?” you mumbled.

Alex laughs. “Ignore her. She's just mad because I made you squirt.” the blonde says teasingly at the brunette.

“Shut up.” Olivia chuckles. Alex laughs rolling her eyes.

“Why don't you help her get cleaned up and ill clean the bed,” she suggests. Olivia nods as she carries you into the bathroom. The brunette holds you right against her body as she adjusts the water temperature in the shower. Once it was ready she climbs in with you holding you against her body.

“You okay love?”

“Yes.”

“You tried?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you mumbled eyes getting heavy as you cling to Olivia. The brunette chuckles as she washes your body. Once she was done she drys you off and carries you into the bedroom.

“She's pretty much out,” Olivia says to Alex who just finished remaking the bed.

“What can I say I'm good,” she says with a smile.

“Yeah. Yeah. Help me out here.” she chuckles. The blonde smiles helping Olivia tuck you into bed as the two climbs in on either side of you.

“Night Alex.”

“Good night Liv.”

Olivia smiles as she leans down to kiss your lips gently.

“Good night baby.”

You grunt turning in to her to cuddle against her body.

“Night liv.”

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The next morning you awoke in bed with Olivia. The brunette was snoring soundly as she snuggled against your back. Carefully you removed her arms from around you as you left the bed for the bathroom. Once you were done you walked back into the bedroom catching a whiff of coffee and bacon. Walking out of the bedroom you see the blonde hovering over the stove flipping the bacon. She sees movement out of the corner of her eye turning slightly towards you.

“Good morning. I was going to wake you both once the food was ready,” she said cheerfully.

“Thanks. Coffee?” you mumbled.

“It's ready. Full pot,” she says smiling as she returns to the bacon.

You smiled walking towards the pot to make a cup.

“You didn't have to do all of this.” you smiled.

“It's no problem. I rarely ever get to eat breakfast during the week so I make a point to fix it over the weekend,” she says.

“I understand that.” you smiled taking a small sip of your coffee.

“I hope that you had a good time last night. I know it can be an adjustment.”

“I did. And it is but I'm working on it.” you smiled taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

Alex smiles. “Good I'm glad. I was worried that you were having a hard time. I know it can't be easy sharing your master much less Olivia.”

“It is an adjustment for sure but you've been kind and understanding. So I'm thankful for that.”

-Even when Olivia hasn't been.- you think to yourself.

Alex smiled as she cut the burner off turning around to you.

“I want you to know that I do enjoy being with you. I'm not just here for Olivia.”

“I know.”

“I mean it. You're smart and funny and beautiful and I really do enjoy your company not just in the bedroom. Although last night was a sight to see for sure.”

You blushed ducking your head. “Yeah sorry about that.”

“Oh don't apologize I loved it. It's not an easy thing to do. Plus it was a bonus to rub it in Olivia's face.” she jokes.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I bet.”

“I know it's going to take some time but I really do want us to be friends if nothing else,” she says.

“Me too. “ you smiled.

-Maybe Alex isn't so bad after all.-

“Good morning,” Olivia calls out with a smile. “How’re my two favorite girls?”

“Good morning. Breakfast is ready.” Alex smiles kissing Olivia softly.

“Mmm. Thank you.” she smiles grabbing a cup of coffee. Founding the corner she takes the seat next to you leaning over to kiss your lips.

“Good morning my love.”

“Good morning.” you smiled.

Alex smiles as she hands the two of you your plates before joining you at the bar.

The three of you smiled and talked as you ate your meal. Gentle kisses and longing touches were had throughout the meal. You smiled as Olivia occasionally leaned over to kiss your temple or squeeze your leg. While also keeping contact with Alex as well. Taken back by the moment you wander off in your own little world.

-Wow is this my new normal?-

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Not from the prompt list but we need another happy fic now.

Forgive me, but I don’t remember where the pacemaker surgery took place in your ‘Moving Forward’ au. If it’s after they met at least, could we see a drabble where Bill greets Alec as he wakes up in the hospital?

If I remember correctly, I do believe I have the au established between the events of series two and three, so there's that little gap in years to allow this relationship to build.

However, I'm also that person who will change an element of an au and just up and fucking make a new au right out of it. So, like, yeah, let's have Bill at the hospital with Hardy after he awakens from his surgery.

On with the fic!

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The first thing Hardy took notice of when he woke up was that he was alive.

He honestly hadn't expected that. He really thought that it would all go pear-shaped, that his heart really was unable to be saved. But no, he was alive, he was alive and he felt the beautiful sensation of anger in him.

And he loved that, oh, it was amazing to feel this angry again, even if he was also a little loopy from having been unconscious. But still, it meant that it was a powerful emotion to give him the motivation to finally close the Sandbrook case.

The second thing he noticed were voices, whispering over the sounds of the machines around him.

"He's finally waking up, thank God." That was Bill. Bill was here? Oh shit.

"Good, now I can give him a hell of a tongue lashing for his stupidity." That one was Miller, oh fuck. She sounded pissed, and he was sure she had every right to be, same with Bill.

He... probably should have called them instead of sending texts.

Hardy opened his eyes, seeing the faces of his boyfriend and his best friend. Miller spoke first. "A text."

"Don't start..." He grumbled, trying to register everything around him. God, he always hated this part of hospital stays, the groggy feeling of waking up. He was ready to get his skinny ass home and get back to work...

"You knew I'd be at the trial with my phone off!" Miller continued, ignoring his complaint. "And you didn't even bother to call your boyfriend!?"

"Bill's got enough to worry about..." Hardy said, his mouth felt dry.

"Yes, and that includes you." Bill sighed. "Idiot."

Hardy glanced at them both, before he let out a tired, happy, startled laugh. "I'm alive." He said, he still couldn't believe it, he still couldn't believe he survived.

Bill sighed again, but he gave Hardy's shoulder a squeeze. "Yes, and we're both very happy that you did, but please, call next time?"

"Hopefully there won't be a next time." Miller commented.

"Yeah." Hardy sat up, letting out a huff, but Bill gently pushed him back down. "Bill, come on, I need to get going, I need to finish the case..."

"No." Bill replied, shaking his head. "Give it an hour, at least. You just woke up from a major surgery, you fool. I'm not about to have to come back here because you were found collapsed in the damn street."

Hardy glared at him, but he found that, damnit, Bill might be right. He was still exhausted and pumped with meds. He had no choice but to stay where he was. "Fine, an hour."

"That's better than his usual time of ten minutes." Miller snorted and Hardy gave her a look, which didn't affect her at all.

"Behave you two. Ellie, didn't you need to talk to him about the trial anyway? That should occupy his time." Bill said as he sat down, his hand still on Hardy's shoulder, it felt warm, heavy, a tiny comfort.

His anger was still present, he wasn't going to let it go, not until this case was solved, but he could ease it up right now, just a little.

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Not too different from canon, but Bill will take Hardy home. Though I think Tess will still be there waiting for him so he can talk with Daisy and stuff, because I really like that little conversation between them.

[awonderlandsystem]

Eva's Thoughts

To say this has been difficult would be an understatement. A new place, a lack of familiarity, or grounding items. I feel quite lost most days.

Ikelos and I over-apologize for everything and walk on eggshells still. Zoe keeps trying to get our mother's attention but there's a level of awkwardness as her personality is quite different.

We often hear things such as- "I don't think you ever really grew up." "You can be so childish sometimes." "Do you know how to behave like an adult?" And the such. Sometimes it does bother her. The rest of us don't quite know how to respond to it.

I'm quite the opposite and strive quite hard to be seen as an independent and responsible adult. Which is rather hard when Zoe is going through stores riding on shopping buggies as if they're toys.

Thankfully we've all been united on finding a sense of stability for the children. While Zoe and Ikelos don't enjoy being the strict parental figure, they've come to understand the necessity in breaking many of these poor habits the children have developed.

Eventually, I will get Zoe to remember fruits and vegetables at lunch instead of cupcakes and honey buns.

Although no matter how hard we push it seems he's still waiting, ready to kick us down. I hate that I allow him this power over me. I sat arguing with him today, losing my temper rapidly when my sister Brittany had to put a stop to it for the sake of my sanity.

I was so rattled by his words that I threw myself into chores and childcare. Help still can't seem to be found as we've now had two therapists cancel appointments with us without explanation.

I want to scream. I truly do. Scream and cry at the sky until something changes because it truly feels like these mountains we move will not stop reforming to block us. One step forward and two back, the saying that comes to mind. It calls into question if we'll ever truly find a sense of security and comfort.

I'm not throwing in the towel but damnit I've considered it. Then I think of every time I have given up and how little that has done for me. It feels like dredging through high water and losing myself to the waves only to return a moment later to struggle for air.

Will it ever get easier? He seems intent on making this as difficult as possible. He's trying to convince the children I should be in jail. He's trying to buy their love as he has hundreds of dollars and we have nothing.

Yes, I quite want to scream. When I was a child and stuck in the middle of the conflicts between my parents, I would run to the forest. I would run until my legs refused to carry me anymore and then I would simply scream until I was sobbing.

I was a silly girl who believed in magic and gods. I would beg for the help of the Greek Gods, beg them to whisk me away, to change my fate. I would curse at them, blaming them for my woes and accusing them of letting the world down.

These days I don't believe in much. Ikelos believes in reincarnation. Zoe believes in Neverland and the idea of living forever. My dear sister still believes in Heaven and Hell. Amaranth believes in the power of the universe, the Mother Earth, and the Norse mythology. I don't quite know what to put my faith in.

I'm trying quite hard to put all of that belief into us. I need a win. Not a simple pat on the back over an application being finished, or paperwork being faxed.

I need a big win, something that will make me feel like I will have control over this life. Not a negative bank account with hopes that there will be a deposit into in a week. Not his threats and constant intimidation. Not crammed into a small room with three children with a broken fucking bunk bed that I'm unsure how to fix.

I need to feel good about something. I truly do.

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 13 ~ Support|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

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Dread filled my body as I laid on my bed, the blankets surrounding me.

I should've gotten up hours ago to get ready for my date.. but I just didn't feel up to it.

But then again, I don't want to disappoint Kaiden.. So maybe I should get up..

'Fuck it, just get up. The date won't be too long..' I think to myself.

I get up from the bed, and I immediately get dizzy.

"Damnit.." I groan as I steady myself.

A search through my closet and a while in the bathroom later I'm ready.

I still don't feel 100%.. I feel more like a 15%.. but I plaster on a mask and try to look ok.

Kaiden gets home and is happy to see me ready.

A part of me really wishes I would just say that I didn't feel well.. but the way he looks so excited to go out.. I can't ruin that for him.

I can't be selfish.

"Hey hun, I'm just about ready to go-" Kaiden starts until he looks at me.

"You ok? You're a bit pale." He points out.

I smile at him. "I'm ok, hurry up already." I tease a bit.

He smiles back and goes into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

While he does, my 15% goes down to a 12%..

..And then to 9%..

..And 6%..

...

And then 2%.

I steady myself on the wall. I feel like if I move even a little I'll fall.

Kaiden comes out for the bathroom, and with one look at me he's at my side.

"Woah, are you-" He starts.

"I think I need to sit down." I mumble.

He quickly guides me to the bedroom and I sit down on the edge of the bed. I still feel wobbly but sitting helps.

"Do you need anything?" Asks Kaiden.

"No.. I'm ok." I say.

He sits down next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder.

We sit in blissful silence.

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good?" Kaiden asks.

"I- well we've been planning this date for a while and I.. thought I could just pull through." I say.

"Hun, we can always reschedule if you aren't feeling well. It's you before anything." He tells me.

"I know.. But I really did want to go." I mumble.

Kaiden hums.

"Well, how about we move the date to next week.. and we just stay in today? We can catch up on our show." He suggests.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." I say smiling.

"Well, then it's a date."

[theringers]

quiet - lando norris

request: On your prompt list can I have 64 and 4 with Lando please? Lol thank you :)

prompt: 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” 64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”

if this is your gif and you want me to take it down, please let me know.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, fingering, dirty talk, semi public sex

The club was loud and the energy was high. It was only a few hours after your boyfriend Lando had gotten podium at the Austrian Grand Prix and you were so proud of him.

You two decided to go out and celebrate the win in style. The speakers were booming and you could feel the vibrations inside your body. You looked around the room at all of the people here, wondering what they were here to celebrate.

It sure wasn't as good as what you were here to celebrate. A woman walked over to your booth carrying a large bottle of Tito's vodka with a sparkler on top. One added bonus of having a boyfriend like Lando: bottle service at the clubs.

The woman dropped the bottle on the table along with a few shot glasses. She smiled and walked away. You immediately reached for the bottle and poured two hefty shots for the two of you.

Lando's friends had made their way to the dance floor so they could gather their shots after. Picking up the glasses, you smiled at your curly-haired boyfriend. "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you," you said.

You handed him the second shot glass and clinked your glass with his. "Cheers," he said, downing the burning liquid into his throat. You did the same, feeling that all too familiar, yet comforting, burn.

You put the shot glass back down on the table and scooted closer to him in the booth. You crossed one leg over the other towards him, exposing more leg than your tight black dress already did. His hand draped over your knee and upper thigh and you looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back. "You look amazing tonight," he said.

You could feel your cheeks burn from the compliment. Or was it the straight vodka hitting you already? Not like that shot you just took was your first, anyway.

"Thank you," you replied. His hand began to inch up your leg, getting closer and close to the hem of your dress.

You leaned in closer to him to whisper something in his ear.

"Lando fucking Norris!" A loud voice came from the entrance of the booth, interrupting you.

His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. "No way, what are you guys doing here? Come join us!"

It wasn't unusual for Lando to run into people he knew in clubs like this, especially when he traveled the world for his work. The booth suddenly got crowded, maybe a little too crowded for your liking. You were squeezed between Lando and one of his friends, acquaintances, someone he knew, you weren't too sure.

You went from having his hands trace shapes on your skin to now being between two random pairs of jeans. "I need to use the restroom," you said, excusing yourself.

You stood up and headed towards the restroom, passing the bar on the way. You did a double-take and decided to stop at the bar. "I'll take a shot of vodka," you said, sounding defeated. "And, you can put it on that guy's tab over there." She pointed to the booth now filled with people and chuckled.

The bartender nodded. As soon as the shot was in front of you, you picked it up and downed it. "Thanks," you nodded and headed to the bathroom, throat still burning from the second shot you had taken in a short amount of time.

As you were opening the bathroom door, you felt a hand grab your waist. "Where do you think you're going?" Your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smirked at the door, your boyfriend not even seeing your expression, and rolled your eyes. "Just taking a break. I was looking forward to a night with you is all."

His hand still on your waist, he spun you around. "I'll send them all home if I have to." He had a devilish grin on his face.

"No need," you said, sounding a bit annoyed. You wanted to spend time celebrating your boyfriend and showing him as much appreciation as he deserves. You placed your hand on the swinging bathroom door getting ready to push it open.

"Come on baby, don't do this." He began to slur his words, but not too much. Just enough that indicated he had plenty to drink. "You look so god damn sexy tonight, I want to spend the night with you." His eyes looked you up and down and you swore you could see him drool.

His eyes lingered at your cleavage just a little too long before coming back up to meet your eyes. His hand traveled from your waist down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. "You know I can't resist you in this dress."

Memories from a few months ago began to flood your mind. You had worn this same dress out to a friend's birthday party and all Lando could talk about before you left the house was you coming back. He wouldn't shut up about wanting to undress you right then and there, and he was insanely jealous of anyone else who got to see you in that dress.

"I know you can't," you nodded in agreement. "That's why I wore it." You flashed him a cheeky smile.

He acted on impulse and pushed the bathroom door open, nudging you inside. "You know, after all these years, you still drive me crazy." He pushed you against the inside of the door and roughly planted his lips on yours.

He tasted like need and alcohol, which usually ended in a great night for both of you. His lips were rough and he moved in sloppy motions, but you weren't complaining. His hand was firmly placed on your jaw while the other began to grope your breasts.

You stopped for a moment and looked up at him with devilish eyes. He immediately grabbed your bum in his hands and lifted you into his arms, setting you down on the sink. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to grind into your core, moaning between kisses. "Fuck," he said, lifting his mouth off of yours and placing it on your neck. He roughly kissed all over your neck and collarbones. One hand held your head to the side while the other gripped your thigh.

His fingers began to push the hemline of the dress further and further up your legs. "I need you right now," you said into his ear.

His hand stayed firm on your upper thigh but his long fingers began to graze the front of your lace thong ever so slightly. "Shit," you muttered, followed by a few soft moans. "Don't tease me like this."

He let out a small laugh against your skin but continued kissing. The pad of his thumb pressed against you with more pressure now, but still not enough. "God damnit, Lando," you said.

"Someone's needy?" He joked. He removed his fingers, earning a groan of disappointment from you. He took two of his fingers in his mouth and licked them until they were wet enough.

He pushed your panties to the side and inserted two fingers inside of you. The sensation made your head spin. You spread your legs wider, earning a smile from him. "Oh god," you moaned, leaning back and using your arms as support. "Your fingers feel incredible."

He smirked at you. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

In your drunken stupor, you debated being honest with him. “What if the idea of being caught is turning me on right now?” You said it anyway.

“Jesus,” he said, closing his eyes so he could focus on the task at hand. He worked his fingers inside of you, curling them to find the most pleasant spot that made you cry out in pleasure. His other hand pushed the neck of your dress down, exposing your chest. He took one of your nipples and played with it between his fingers.

He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers and he saw your body visibly tense up. “I’m gonna-”

“I know,” he said, keeping his pace. “Cum for me, baby.”

His words sent you over the edge. “Shit,” was the only word you could manage to get out as your body began to slightly convulse under him.

He removed his fingers and licked your juices off of them before placing a kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and you knew it turned him on. “I never knew someone could cum that fast from just a few fingers,” he said.

You giggled. “For you, anything is possible.” You hopped off of the sink and adjusted your dress.

You both gathered yourself in the mirror to make sure you were at least presentable to the rest of the club.

Lando opened the bathroom door only to find a line of annoyed drunk people staring at the two of you, fully aware of what you just got into.

[chocolatecakecas]

To Infinity and Beyond: baby!Jack truthing Birthday Ficlet

Today already looked like the perfect day. Warm weather, the sun shining, the birds singing, all the usual qualifications for "perfection". And if Dean had anything to say about it, it is also going to be, the perfect day.

Because Dean had planned out everything. Tents and tables spread out in the backyard of their new house, enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed an army, a giant sheet cake in the freezer, and it looked like a Party City catalogue threw up all over their house, both inside and out. Hell, he and Cas even got a bounce house.

Yup, today was going to be perfect, Dean thought as he surveyed the backyard. He was going to make sure of it, nothing was going to go wro-

"To infinity and beyond!"

And the next thing he knew, he had a recently turned four year old, barreling into his legs almost knocking him off the porch.

(read the rest under the cut)

He looked down to see Jack already dressed in his outfit for the day. A shirt with Buzz Lightyear's costume printed on it, complete with little cardboard Buzz wings (Cas made them), purple shorts with a purple tutu, and of course, his favorite Buzz light-up sneakers.

"I'd say that was a bit of a crash landing there, Mr.Lightyear" Dean laughed, as he bent down to right Jack's scribbled cardboard wings. Jack just ignored his reference, instead letting out an excited shriek as he took in the backyard.

Every tablecloth, plate, napkin, cup, balloon, and cardboard decoration was covered in Toy Story characters.

Toy Story, was the end all be all in their house, because they were Jack's favorite movies. So everything, was 100% Toy Story, 100% of the time, hence the party theme. And his favorite character was Buzz Lightyear, hence the costume.

"Dee where's your costume?" Jack questioned, after he finally recovered from the shock of seeing the, probably, overdecorated backyard.

"Yeah Sheriff Woody, where's your costume? It's almost one thirty" Cas called as he stepped out the backdoor. Cas was already dressed in t-shirt with Jessie's outfit printed on the front, her matching red hat, jeans and of course, cowboy boots which Dea-wait shit they only had a half an hour left.

And he hadn't even double checked th-

"The backyard and inside of the house already look incredible. Go on and get ready before everyone starts arriving" Cas smiled sweetly, knowing how worried Dean was about today.

"I will, after I chec-"

"Dean, I promise, I'll double check all the decorations, and the food. Me and the little space ranger have got it covered, right baby?" Cas supplied, looking fondly over at Jack.

"Yeah me and Da got it! Get dressed Dee" Jack cheered, as hopped down the steps and raced "flew" across the grass cardboard wings flapping behind him.

"Go get changed, cowboy. Everything already looks perfect" Cas teased, pressing a quick peck to Dean's lips. And then he was bounding down the steps towards Jack, warning him not to go near the bounce house.

So Dean reluctantly walked inside, forcing himself to ignore all of the things he wanted to check on, and instead making a beeline for their bedroom. He quickly pulled on his costume, but unlike Jack and Cas it was the real deal, not just a graphic t-shirt, Dean had the actual shirt, the vest, whole nine yards. Jack had asked if Dean would wear a real Woody costume and, hey who was he to deny his kid on his birthday?

So with a sigh, Dean made his way back to the living room so he could reorganize the snack table.

He wanted everything to be perfect today. Perfect for Jack because, this was his first real birthday party after all. And because Dean's oldest memory was of his fourth birthday, his last birthday party actually since it wasn't like they were throwing big family bashes on the road. No, birthdays were a box of cigarettes from his Dad (if he even remembered), or Dean sometimes scraping together enough money to get a cake for Sam's birthday.

Which is why today had to go smoothly. Because Jack deserved the world, he deserved to have a good life filled with memories of big family parties with fun decorations and food and laughter. And Dean could give it to him now, give him what he and Sam never had. So today had to be special, it had-needed to be perfect.

"Dean, I don't think Jack is going to care if the clouds are a little crooked" Cas pointed out, amusement dancing in his voice as he walked into the living room.

Dean huffed a laugh, but didn't stop his mission to straighten out the paper "Andy's Room" clouds taped to the wall above the table. Cas just sighed as he gently pulled his hand away from the wall, turning Dean towards him.

"Dean I know how much you want to make this day absolutely perfect for Jack, believe me I do too. But he's going to love every single second of it. He's practically bouncing off the walls already, and the party hasn't even started yet" Cas assured as he squeezed Dean's hands.

"I know, I know. But he deserves to have the best damn birthday. Especially after everything and he's just- Jack shoul-" Dean started, only to be cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"It's Uncle Sammy and Aunt Eileen! Can I open the door, please?" Jack called from down the hall, asking for permission.

"Yeah buddy, you're allowed to open the door. Let them in" Dean shouted back, unable to help the smile pulling at his lips when he heard Jack enthusiastically telling them about "all the cool decorations".

"See? Jack is already loving it! Now relax, and enjoy the party, cowboy. Everything is going to be perfect" Cas smiled as he made his way down the hall to greet Sam and Eileen. But not before giving Dean's ass a little smack.

A few hours into the party everything was smooth sailing, and Dean had only been scolded for readjusting some decorations four times. The kids Jack invited from his class were having a great time, as where their parents, which was especially great because not a single one of them managed to see a member of Dean and Cas’ family discreetly place their weapons in the spare bedroom (Dean wasn’t a fool, it was a party full of hunters, he wasn’t just gonna make a no weapons rule because what if something happened?). So then Dean and Eileen manned the grill like champs, Cas and Garth kept an eye on the kiddos in the bounce house, Sam had handled the Buzz Lightyear shaped piñata perfectly, while Dean organized the kids, making sure Jack was the one to break it. The sun stayed shining, the birds kept singing. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

And it was all Dean’s fault.

Dean's stomach dropped as he stared down at the now smudged faces of Woody, Buzz and half of the green aliens. Because Dean just smooshed the entire left side of the cake while trying to take lid off.

He just destroyed the most important part of the party, the part Jack was most excited about. Now Dean just ruined everythi-

"-come in star command, do you read me?" Cas joked, completely startling Dean, because how long had Cas been standing there?

"Dean, what's wro-oh" Cas sighed as soon as he caught sight of the cake. 

"I friggin smooshed the whole thing with the lid. It's destroyed we can't-the party and Jack and-" Dean rambled, heart pounding against his chest, while Cas took the life from his hands and gently set it on the other side of the counter.

"Dean, stop it's okay breathe for me. It's just the cake. It's not your fault. It's still edible, we can fix this" Cas soothed as softly cupped Dean's cheeks in an attempt to ground him.

"Hey are you guys alri-oh shit" Eileen gasped as she and Sam walked through the kitchen door, which caused Dean’s heart rate to pick up again.

"It's okay, it'll be fine. We can try to scrape some of it back together with a knife" Sam offered, quickly moving Dean and Cas to the side so he could get at the cake.

But it only made the faces look completely unrecognizable.

"Damnit, what are we gonna-"

"Dee! Can we have cake now?" Jack asked as he came racing into the kitchen, and Dean, Cas, Sam and Eileen quickly huddled in front of the counter to hide the cake from sight.

"In a few minutes squish, we're still uh-getting it ready" Dean managed plastering a wide, hopefully convincing smile on his face.

"Why don't you go jump around the bounce house again, buddy?" Sam suggested, which had Jack nearly bolting out of the kitchen again with a nod

"Make sure one of your aunts or uncles, or your friends' parents are watching you!" Cas called after him, which only got a tiny "okay Da" in response.

They all let out a breath when they heard the backdoor slam, and quickly turned to look at the offending cake again.

"It's not that late, what if one of us runs to store and see if they have ano-"

"They won't, we ordered this specia-"

"And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere" Claire joked as she entered the kitchen and quickly surveyed the mess before her, eyes widening when she spotted the cake. And Dean normally would have teased her the reference but he was too busy, freaking the fuck out, so he chose to ignore it.

"What do we do? We can't fix this, there's no time it's completely rui-"

"Wait, dude calm down. I have an idea, hold on a minute" Claire proclaimed, and swiftly exited the kitchen, which did pretty much nothing to calm Dean's panic. In fact he was getting desperate.

"Do you think Rowena might have a spell-"

"That's not how magic works. But honestly Dean, I'm sure Jack won't even notice-"

"The kid can recite the entirety of Toy Story 2 from memory and you don't think he's gonna notice Woody is missing his entire head?"

"Alright, start grabbing the Toy Story figures and wash them off. Then we can put them all over the cake instead, and cover up the horrifyingly smeared faces" Claire ordered as she came back into the kitchen with Kaia in tow, and box of Jack's toys in hand.

And Dean could have cried from relief (he did).

"Holy shit Claire you're a genius" Dean praised, as he quickly began sifting through the box.

"I know, I know. Now c'mon, I want cake"

And a few minutes later everyone was gathered around the dining room table, singing a completely off key rendition of Happy Birthday. Jack was seated in the center of it all, with a half smooshed, slightly lopsided, plastic figure covered cake, with Dean and Cas crouching on either side of him. Jack hadn't even commented on the completely smeared face of Woody or Ham, he was just clapping along, bouncing in his seat. In fact, he the biggest smile Dean had ever seen on his face, and he teared up at the sight.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish, baby" Cas encouraged, and Jack attempted to do just that. Only succeeding when Dean secretly helped blow out the candles for him.

"Yay! To infinity and beyond!" Jack shouted again, as he stood up and jumped on his chair. The room easily erupted into laughter, while Charlie and Jody each snapped pictures from across the table.

"Alright Lightyear, let's not fall with style into the already smooshed cake" Dean joked, as he quickly stabilized Jack, which only caused everyone to burst into more laughter.

So, Dean scooped up Jack, sitting in his chair and placing him on his lap, while Sam offered to cut up the cake. And Cas took plopped down in the chair next to them, sliding him and Jack a plate.

"Are you having fun at your birthday party, baby?" Cas questioned as he handed Jack a plastic fork.

"Yeah! Claire jumped in the house with me! And Danny and Sarah and me played in the sandbox! An-and we played tag, and Aunt Donna played too! And the cake has all my friends on it, see!" Jack rushed out all in one breath, stopping to point at the now sliced cake. By "friends" he of course meant his actual Toy Story figures of course. But before Dean could even react to any of that, Cas was whispering in Jack's ear, and pulling away.

"Thank you for all the party things, Dee!" Jack beamed as he turned and threw his arms around Dean's neck.

And Dean's heart clenched as he tightly wrapped his arms around his kid, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He looked back up to see Cas smiling widely at them, so Dean whispered something in Jack's ear too. And then Jack was off flinging himself around Cas' neck.

"Why doesn't all the family get together, I can take the photos" Marissa, the mom of one of Jack's friends offered.

And soon the three of them were surrounded by their family on all sides. Everyone laughing when Marissa suggested they all say "yeehaw" instead of cheese. Jack giggling when Claire zoomed over, and bent down so she could smoosh their faces together for the obligatory "silly face" picture. Dean quickly swiping icing on both Cas and Jack's noses, causing Cas to tip Dean's cowboy hat and Jack to shove a handful of frosting on Dean's cheek.

So maybe it wasn't the flawless, smooth sailing birthday party Dean had planned. But the weather stayed warm, the sun still shone, the birds still sang. His family laughed, and ate and had a blast.

And Jack looked about as happy as they had ever seen him, as he ran around the yard with his friends and played games with his family. Dean would even go as far to count it as a complete success. Especially since Jack asked Cas, "when can we have a big party again?", as they tucked him into bed later that night.

So as far as Dean is concerned, it was the perfect day.

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[silky-stories]

Just a Bad Day (Corpse and Friends/Reader)

Genre: Light angst, Fluff, sort of Platonic but you could take it otherwise

Words: 1628

Related Songs: PETIT BISCUIT - Sunset Lover https://youtu.be/wuCK-oiE3rM ZYAN, Sia - Dusk till Dawn | slowed https://youtu.be/7LLKAL6ERDA

Summary: (Y/n) has a bad day and her friends are suspicious

Disclaimer/s: Depressive episode, slight anxiety, big sad :(

Notes: I left out what it was that made the Reader upset so you can let it be whatever you want :)

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"(Y/n) you're fine, you don't even have your webcam on today, you'll be okay." Rae teased you softly, getting a couple chuckles from the few people that had joined the Among Us lobby a bit early.

She had overheard your quiet mentions of being nervous and having your webcam off, both due to the fact that you had a bit of a hectic day and didn't have time to make yourself presentable. It didn't bug you that she responded with a joking tone, she wasn't aware of the tear streaks that framed your cheeks and red, puffy eyes you just couldn't hide with the high quality camera you have. She didn't know, no one knew, how were you supposed to be mad about that?

"Ha ha, yeah... guess you're right." You plastered the most fake smile you've ever made to your face to at least make it sound like you were happy. Thankfully, it seemed to work as the conversation moved on without you.

Less fortunately, your fans were a little more perceptive, although you should have expected that considering that some of them watched you on a daily basis. Your chat was filled with near exclusively kind remarks, from a modest 'Are you alright?' to full on paragraphs that passed by a bit too fast for you to get through more than the first few words. You muted yourself in the discord chat so only your audience could hear you, reassuring them that you were fine, no matter how much your broken tone betrayed you. It didn't work as well as you wanted, but that wasn't their fault.

Soon enough the whole gang was together and ready for the game to start, they sounded excited. It was nice to hear that your bad mood hadn't leeched onto your friends, that was the last thing you needed right now.

A deep sigh came from your mouth as you saw the red lettering fade in and off of your screen, "Dammit..." You weren't ready for an imposter game, you were sort of hoping that you could go a whole stream without one actually. Even worse, Corpse was your partner, which meant you'd end up dragging him down with you.

The game began, the layout of the Skeld loading in and the colourful avatars of your friends scattering to do their assigned tasks. You did yourself a favour and didn't move right away, giving yourself a second to take a deep breath and at least attempt to put some effort into doing a good stream. Your fans deserved it, they were all so nice and had been so supportive, they didn't need to be worried about you.

Unfortunately, when you did move, your partner had unknowingly sabotaged the reactor the second before you did anything, making it look a lot like you sabotaged it yourself. It wouldn't have been a problem if Toast hadn't been passing by the second you did. You went to kill him, but since you were both right next to the emergency button, there wasn't anything you could do in time.

The pit of anxiety in your stomach only grew as the animation flashed across your screen, you didn't even know how you were going to defend yourself. As the voting screen came up you only felt worse, no one had even died yet, so you were going to be the first one out on the first game. Great.

"So (Y/n), did you just sabotage reactor?" Toast piped up the second he had the chance.

You were silent as everyone did their played up reactions for the camera, trying to use that time to think of something. It didn't work to say the least.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Your words didn't sound even slightly convincing, not to mention the tired tone of voice you couldn't seem to get rid of that did nothing for you.

Before Toast could get too far into his rebuttal, which didn't really matter after your lame defence, your partner piped up.

"Hey Toast, was anyone else near you guys?" His low tone said nothing of his intentions, you were jealous.

"No, it was just the two of us in cafeteria." He responded, not sure where Corpse was going with this.

"So, technically speaking, it could have been you and nobody would have seen it except for (Y/n)?"

The gasps that followed in response to the new idea were small, but promising nonetheless, even if they were more as a joke than an actual response. It was because of that fact that you were so surprised when the vote ended up being skipped, only two people actually voting for you, one of them being Toast.

You felt a twinge of relief, maybe you could still win this, maybe you could actually have a good night to make up for the terrible day you had.

...

It hadn't even been a minute when you accidentally killed Toast in front of Poki and Jack.

As the meeting started, you tried to say something but you just couldn't seem to get any words in by the time everyone had voted except for you.

"So (Y/n) first and then Corpse?"

You didn't even know what to say.

"C'mon (Y/n), just vote, it'll all be over soon."

What was there to say?

"(Y/n)?"

Why were you taking this so hard?

You quietly clicked on the checkmark to vote for yourself as fresh tears began to spill over your cheeks. You hadn't said anything during the meeting and, seeing as your avatar was now floating through space, you wouldn't be able to say anything now. Useless...

Your chat was going crazy now, flooded with concerns and kind affirmations directed towards you. Your gaze drifted over them mindlessly, not taking anything in, it just looked like a big white blur.

By the time you shook yourself from your dazed state, Corpse's avatar was just finishing it's trip across the screen, floating hopelessly through space as yours had mere minutes ago.

The defeat screen only hammered in how stupid your mistake was as it came and went, just as everything else had without any input from you.  The conversation picked back up quickly, jokes and teases were exchanged, you couldn't even make out what they were saying until the attention was put on you.

"You okay (Y/n)? Not feeling too into it today?" Toast's remark was clearly a joke, just a little jab to get a chuckle like usual.

Unfortunately, you weren't feeling like usual tonight.

"No..."

It was almost pitiful how broken and sad that one word came out. Your voice had even cracked as you spoke, you figured you must have been just depressing to listen to. If you weren't downright embarrassing you probably seemed like a child for not keeping it together like the others did when they were upset.

Surprisingly enough though, that's not what happened.

"Wait really? Crap I'm sorry."

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"Do you wanna stop playing?"

It was stupid, but for the first time that day you felt okay crying. So you did.

"I'm sorry... thank you..." you mumbled, using your sleeves to wipe your tears, "I just had a really bad day, but I... I still wanna play with you guys I just..."

Damn it, what did you do to deserve friends that cared so much about you?

"I know what to do." Rae spoke up, her grin shining through in her tone, "Group hug!"

Her avatar ran over to yours, nestling herself beside you in a sort of makeshift hug. Everyone else followed suit shortly after, and soon enough you were in the middle of a little circle, fitting perfectly in the middle.

A small sob-like laugh broke free from your lips, "Damnit, you guys are the worst." You joked with a smile, chuckling at the childish but heartfelt display.

The night only got better from there, and even though you weren't at your best, everyone was even nicer than usual and it helped to turn that bad day into a pretty enjoyable night.

After about an hour you decided to stop your stream, deciding to cut it short for the sake of your mental health.

"Yeah I think I'm gonna get going too." Your farewells seemed to spark a response from someone else.

"You too Corpse?" Jack piped up, somewhat confused as he hadn't mentioned anything earlier about doing a shorter stream.

"Yeah, I got some stuff to do, don't worry I'll still be playing with you guys on Friday."

"Alright, well see ya both later!"

"G'night!"

"Have a good sleep!"

"Feel better soon (Y/n)!"

You sighed gently as you disconnected from the discord call and the Among Us server, leaving your audience with the usual 'Stream Starting Soon' screen that you didn't feel like changing.

"Well, that's about it for tonight." You spoke, taking a minute to read the chat silently before continuing, "Thank you guys for all the support, I know I didn't say much tonight but I read a lot of what you were saying, it's really appreciated."

A buzz came from your phone, you picked it up and smiled at what you saw.

Corpse

[ hey, wanna talk? ]

You said your goodbyes to your chat and shut off the stream, grabbing your phone and heading straight to your room. You hadn't even made it to your door by the time you were dialling your friend's number. Flopping down onto your bed, you put your phone on speakerphone and felt a warmth fill your body as a familiar voice filled your room.

"Hey."

"Hey." You responded, turning to your phone even though neither of you could see each other.

You supposed today wasn't so bad after all.

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 286 SPOILERS

(#getshoutototherapy2020)

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Picking up right where we left off. Kacchan's fucking dying and Deku's about to loose his last brain cell.

Todoroki catches both Endeavour and Bakugou because apparently he can fly now which, I'm not sure how that works since the fire is only coming out of one foot but that's not what I should be focusing on rn.

AFO basically said "Ha what an idiot!" and Midoriya, to absolutely no ones surprise, does not take this new development very well, nor does he approve of AFO attitude about it. The images of all his soon-to-be-dead comrades flashes in his mind along with that warning the 5th user gave him about controlling his emotions. It looks like he's about to ignore that warning. Well, even more than he has been already.

Sigh. I actually don't want to see what happens next. Look at him! Black Whip is going nuts. If he survives this I don't think he's gonna go pro. He might end up retiring before he even started his career.

(Edit: I just notice Midoriya's grabbing and biting the force activation... fingers? Claws? Um yeah he's doing that.)

Am I seeing things or is that AFO's potato head looking ass grinning from inside that crack on Shigaraki's head??? What the fuck lol.

We cut back to Giganto who's currently bulldozing his way through Sauro City in the Osaka prefecture and he's all "Master's scent... there's two of them...?" THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THERE'S TWO OF THEM!?!?!?? One is obviously Shigaraki. Shit is he smelling AFO too? What the fuck is happening rn??????? Is AFO warping his way to Jakku through Shigaraki's head???

NO DON'T FUCKING SEND THEM THERE OMG

Send literally anyone else. We not about to have anymore child casualties. I don't think Midoriya is mentally prepared for that.

Ochako is thinking about how everything started going down hill after the USJ and it looks like she might be getting ready to do something stupid.

FUCK. Welp! That's the end of the manga folks! Main character is dead. They had a good run, but everything must come to an end eventually. I'm just sad everyone's sacrifice was in vain. Oh well. What can you do. It ezzz what it ezzz. I'm sure gonna miss this manga lol.

Seriously tho, Shouto is gonna be so fucking traumatised when this is over. First his teacher and then his dad immediately followed by his two best friends. On top of the abuse he had as a child he's gonna need so much fucking therapy.

You know what would be really fucking funny? If AFO went through all that trouble, corrupting Shigaraki and moulding him into the perfect vessel, only to still not be able to take OFA. That would be so fucking hilarious. Also I think Midoriya just realised he fucked up.

OMG ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?!??! Now Midoriya has to help him. I mean he can't not after seeing this. And I was so ready to hate him too. God damnit Horikoshi. Tomura's the bad guy, I'm not supposed to feel things for him. Ugh now I feel bad for wanting him dead. Fuck. AFO's hand is fused with his body, that's so messed up. Is this gonna end up being Tomura's redemption? He finally realises AFO doesn't actually care about him and has been manipulating him the entire time? I'd be okay with that as long as he still goes to prison.

(Edit: This is a late edit but I just wanted to point out it's actually really obvious Shigaraki is still fighting back against AFO. You can tell from looking at his eyes and his dialogue immediately after Katsuki gets skewered. I honestly don't know how I missed the signs, tho I guess we've already established I'm kinda slow to pick up on these things.)

And he's trying to claw AFO hand off of him. The more I look at it the more messed up it gets.

Ok yeah Midoriya is currently trying to crawl his way over to help Shigaraki but Nana is like "You still can't move here."

Oh shit the vestiges are getting involved.

I genuinely thought Shigaraki willingly relinquished controll to AFO, only to find out the blind bastard took it by force. Wow. I really shouldn't be this surprised. It's totally like him to take advantage of someone vulnerable and Shigaraki was literally about to die so...

I also like how Izuku was genuinely trying to killed Shigaraki literally 5 seconds ago and immediately flipped his stance once he realised Shiggy needs help. Idk if he thinks AFO was always in controll that entire time or if he knows he wasn't but wants to help Shiggy anyway. Either way it's totally a Deku thing to do and I love it. It looks like his sanity came back too so that's good. He's still gonna be severely injured when he wakes up but at least his mental state is back normal.

I wonder how the next chapter will go. Is Nana bout get some revenge on AFO for what happened to her and her family? Are we bout to see a bunch of ghost fight each other??? I wanna see that.

Wait, can AFO not get OFA because of the vestiges? It sounds like Nana is about to intervene on Tomura's behalf. We're the vestiges just fighting back AFO's quirk every time he tried to take it? If that's the case why did he think Shigaraki would be any different? Was he hoping Shigaraki would override that because he's related to Nana?

So many questions, not enough answers.

Until next time.