#boy i hate the feeling leading up to a meltdown

[piplupod]

oh i think I'm going to throw myself into a ravine actually

[fruitmins]

Agust Dad—Six

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: time jump (don’t hate me for it), twitter, you kinda pee yourself at the end, panic attack/meltdown, angst, don’t worry there’s at least a little fluff in the beginning, fainting, cliffhanger-ish

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note: the storm :)

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3 MONTHS LATER

You shifted and turned in the mirror, studying the slight bump that phased through the expensive flowy red dress that Yoongi had convinced you to let him buy.

You weren’t all that surprised. Over the past months Yoongi had been buying the most ridiculous things for you without blinking an eye. Any weird food you wanted, Yoongi would have it in less than thirty minutes.

What you were surprised about was the main reason you wanted the beautiful dress in the first place. Jin had invited you to a party he and the rest of the boys were throwing a party In celebration of a successful Bang Bang Con.

Then he revealed he was going to propose to Harin who like Yoongi, you’d gotten close to over the months. When though you weren’t Yoongi’s girlfriend (even though it was starting to feel like you were) she still thought it would be nice for the two of you to be close.

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he invited you, but somehow it did. No matter how much time you spent with BTS, you couldn’t help but be insecure about how your connection with Yoongi happened. It weren’t proud of it in the slightest, even though Harin has reassured you many times they didn’t judge you.

But still, you had a frown on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t want the new bump to be all that visible, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous.

You hear a small knock on the door before it cracks open slightly, revealing Yoongi who was already ready and in a nice black suit that matches his ridiculous long black hair.

Your heart pounds when you see him all dressed up, thinking back to the night long ago that had gotten you into this mess. You can’t help but feel a flutter in your heart, like when you two first met. The warm feeling that flowed in your blood whenever you saw him.

Unlike first time, the feelings were much stronger now. You tired to push away the fuzzy feeling whenever he looked at you these past few months. The way he had gradually opened up to you and cared for you. You chalked it up to just being hormonal, but a part of you had always liked him a bit more than you are supposed to. And it was only getting stronger the times he was away training and at BangBangCon. You felt ashamed how much relief washed over you when they were finished, just over the fact that he could spend time with you again.

You were starting to get stupid and selfish again. Just like that night where you stupid and selfishly gave into him for your own pleasure and enjoyment.

Seeing that you were fully clothed, he stepped more into the room, a small smile on his face as he did so.

You turn away from the mirror to face him fully, gesturing to your dress. “How do I look?” You let out a nervous chuckle, slightly scared of his answer.

He takes a minute to study you fully, looking from top to bottom before finally responding. "Pretty," Yoongi said quietly, standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face as he looks at you. "You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters as you stare at him. Despite everything that's happened, you can't help but feel excited to be here, with him, in this moment.

“You definitely have a pregnancy glow.” He praises again, this time with a little playful chuckle and you turn away from him, praying that you weren’t blushing. “Thanks.”

You mess with your hair once more before grabbing your high heels and sitting in the edge of the bed to put them on. Yoongi is quick to kneel down on his knee to take them from you.

“Can I?” He trails off softly even though he already took them, getting ready to put them on your foot before pausing for a moment. He tilts his head slightly before staring at you for a moment with his eyes wide. "Are you really planning on wearing those?" He says in realization.

You nod immediately, trying to take the shoes away from him. “They go with the dress.” You state in slight confusion. You weren’t that heavy yet.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Y/N." he says cautiously, the concern for your wellbeing evident in his tone but gentle as always.

“They’re the only shoes I have for the occasion. Well flats would work but I don’t have any good ones.” You mumble, mostly to yourself before looking at him with a slight pout while trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Telling yourself for the millionth time that he was concerned for your baby and not you.

Yoongi can’t help but let out a small amused smile at your pout. "Y/N, I'll buy you the nicest flats you've ever seen, just don't wear those." He says, making a sharp gesture towards the heels he’s holding.

"You're going to be standing for almost the entire night, so wearing heels would be very uncomfortable, and besides, it's dangerous to wear heels when you're this far along in a pregnancy." Yoongi takes a slow breath, his concern for you showing more clearly than back when everything was first happening. Though he was never really hiding it from you.

“You’d buy flats, right now?” You ask, slightly surprised but suspicious. “I don’t want to make us late or have you buy more things for me.”

"Of course.“ he responds without hesitating, even rolling his eyes a little. “I’ll be right back.”

The moment he says this, Yoongi leaves the room and rushes out of the house, leaving you alone in the bedroom as you listen to the door slamming shut.

The moments you wait for him to return are painfully long, and you can hear your own heart beating in your ears. And just as you finish your thoughts, Yoongi walks through the door once again. You immediately look down at his hands, and see two bags in each, with the flats open. You sit up in disbelief. Yoongi really just came back with four new pairs of flats.

"Here they are." he says, handing you bag with a small smile. "I went to a nearby shop and told the shopkeeper to give you all the best ones. I hope they fit." he adds, his tone anxious as he waits for you to put them on.

"Oh my god." you say, shaking your head as you take each pair out. They're all the top design and incredibly stylish, and more importantly, incredibly comfortable looking. You couldn't have asked for a better selection.

Yoongi smiles as you continue to examine the shoes, your heart warmed by his gesture. You try on both on the pairs, both equally as soft and comfy as they looked.

“Thank you so much.” You say, still wide eyed as you picked the best color and design and started to walk around to get a feel. You couldn’t even express how grateful you were for him.

“Alright, let’s go.” You say, catching yourself before you can be overly emotional as the two of you rush out to his car and drive to Jin’s surprise proposal party.

The two of you pile into the car and drive off to the party. Yoongi turns to face you, his eyes filled with concern and worry. "We don't have to stay too late, alright?"

You nod your head, not too upset about it. As long as the two of you end up having a nice evening, you don't mind leaving early.

You arrive at the small spot a moments later. Yoongi does the honors of helping you out of the car as the two of you head inside of the small house that Jin rented.

The two of you walk in and look around the nicely decorated area. As you walk inside, you see that the party is underway. There are streamers hanging from the ceiling, and a table with snacks and drinks set up in the corner. There isn’t a lot of people there either, just BTS and some close family members on both sides.

Jin greets you both with a nervous smile, and you can feel yourself beginning to relax. This seems like it'll be a decent event, and not the tense affair that you were expecting. What helps is that it’s a private party, not a camera in sight and no reporters can see you.

“Yoongi! Y/N! Your here.” He says with a big smile despite being so nervous, giving you each a small hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course Jin.” Yoongi says with a small, putting a hand on his shoulders and to try to calm his nerves. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Y/N, honey, you look great.” He says giving you one last night squeezes before leaving you to mingle around.

The rest of BTS come up to greet you and Yoongi as well, feeling slightly nervous when Yoongi leaves to get you and himself something to drink.

The party is lowkey, not upbeat and filled with people speaking on top of each other as everyone mingled.

You happen to spot Harin in the distance from the couch you sat on, so you walk up to greet her. She gasp happily when she sees you, giving you a big hug as the two of you chatted away.

Suddenly, someone touches their glass to get everyone’s attention. You both turn it see all of the members in a small circle. “To a successful BangBangCon. Even though it was online it was still nice to see all of ARMY.” Namjoon started and everyone hummed and nodded in agreement, going along with the facade.

All of the members do a small speech until Jin is the last one. Jin stood up and the lights turn off, leaving the room in darkness.

A few minutes of silence and fake murmuring, Jin's voice cuts through the silence as he now stood in front of his Harin who was next to you. "Harin, we've been through a lot in the past few months. We've been on opposite ends of it all, but one thing remains constant," he says, his voice shaking slightly. “My love for you.”

A faint glow cuts through the darkness as Jin bends down on one knee, holding out a small black box in his hand.

Harin takes a moment to process everything before covering her mouth with her hand.

Jin's eyes sparkle as he looks up at her. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice soft yet strong.

Harin is speechless, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. She takes a moment before nodding her head. Tears stream down her face. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The both of them explode into tears, and the room erupts into a joyful celebration. You clap along with everyone else in celebration, your eyes even watering a little as they cried and kissed.

The party after is filled with almost everyone beside you and Yoongi getting tipsy and having fun. Lights now flashing and music now blasting through some speakers.

A little while later you find Yoongi again, happily chatting and congratulating Jin with the rest of the members. You were getting tired and wanted to leave. You were getting a headache from the lights and loud music, and quite frankly your social battery has reached zero quickly after the propose.

You saw him, smiling and laughing with his slightly tipsy younger members and simply didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. You could put up with the party for another hour or two.

But as you walked away from them, Yoongi’s head suddenly turns and meets yours. He takes one look at your face and expression and knows it time leave, so as you walk out you see him excuse and say goodbye to his members before lightly jogging next to you.

“Hey, time to go?” He asked softly, still a small smile on his face from talking with the members.

“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head quickly, wanting him to have more fun. You didn’t want to be selfish once again.

“You look tired. Let’s go home. It’s getting late anyways.” He states nonchalantly before locking your arm and practically dragging you to the car.

He opens the door for you drive home in some comfortable silence, resting your eyes and feeling warm from the nice atmosphere.

The two of you get out of the car, and as soon as you step inside, you go straight to the bedroom. You take off your shoes and lay down in the comfy bed, covering yourself in the fresh blankets.

Moments later you are out like a light but only to wake up in the middle of the night to quickly use the restroom.

You groggily get up, checking your phone to see the time. It’s an hour past midnight and everything in the house is dark and cold.

Your eyes squint as you look at the bright screen, eyes lightly skimming over your notifications. Your eyes brown in confusion when you see a familiar coworker has texted you out of the blue.

‘Y/N, is this you?’

You get a sinking feeling in your stomach looking at the text, slowly opening up your phone to see the attachment with it.

Your face pales and your throat closes in fear when see a screenshot from a video of yourself at the party. Clearly pregnant and stood directly in frame next to Harin who was staring at Jin down on one knee.

Your blood runs cold when you see the screenshot. It's exactly as you guessed it would be: yourself standing next to Harin with a noticeable baby bump.

You freeze in your tracks as an overwhelming sense of panic washes over you. Your heart is soaring at a rapid rate, and you feel like you're going to throw up.

You don't know what to do. You don't know how to handle this situation. But you find your hands shakily downloading twitter again in a heartbeat.

The moment you do the first thing you see is the screenshot had been spreading around the wildfire. You can't believe your eyes when you see the screenshot on Twitter. It's viral, quickly making its way around the platform and receiving an overwhelming amount of attention from both the media and fans.

You feel your heart sinking in your chest as you see your body in the media spotlight in this way, even though it hasn't been confirmed that it's really you.

Sometime after the party, Jin had uploaded his proposal to happily and innocently show his fans, and people had started to notice a pregnant woman in the background.

#RedDress was trending.

WHO IS SHE? was trending.

Thousands of ARMY’s were connecting the dots, putting together that whoever the woman was is Yoongi’s ‘girlfriend’.

Jealous fans are picking apart off every inch of your body, calling you disgusting names all over again just like when the official statement was released. But now ten times worse. Crazy fans were trying to find out your official identity, hoping that it would lead them to Yoongi.

You start to have a breakdown, seeing just how exposed you were now. You were crying, barley even breathing as you felt a sting of pain in your stomach. You felt hot and cold at the same time as your mind got fuzzy and clouded with all types of worry.

Your eyelids start to get heavy, your ability to get out of bed to pee now gone as black dots started to appear.

You glance towards the door, desperately trying to call out to Yoongi who was peacefully asleep in the guest bedroom but you’re so panicked and out of control you can’t even speak.

You start to hyperventilate as the black spots get bigger and your body gives out, the last thing you remember being your head hitting the bed frame as you grew unconscious.

[pulsar-ray]

nobody asked but have my Branch headcanons :

MENTAL ETC

boy has autism. i'd say level 1 . big sensory issues & needs VERY LIMITED amounts of input. poppy helps desensitize him but. i like to imagine him with little sunglasses & headphones. a little odd socially too . he was always an outcast but you know what? we ball . he balled. he made it.

it's MY headcanon so i get to assign him a delicious dash of paranoia. maybe ppd? probably not ppd. but still very paranoid. ocd perhaps or severe gad at the very least. he thinks everything will kill him or is against him, severely. he tends to isolate when he's nervous. he copes by talking things out with poppy who is always so understanding & encouraging of him to try new things. they r in love <3

severe depression, pdd or mdd . he has to take medication [do trolls have medication. probably. it's , uh, holistic] but poppy always reminds him & makes sure he's on track

ptsd from the abandonment & grandma thing. sorry singing killed your grandma brother.

regresses as a way to cope because :3 i said so. the 'stuff' [pacifier] is LITERAL!!!! he only told poppy [he didn't tell her. she found out when he had an involuntary episode in front of her. she was confused but she loves him so it went well] & she is :3 about it. "ohoohoo my baby branch my bitty b ... yes you are" she thinks it is so cute but he is embarrassed . in tbt he revealed it a little to his brothers. &

john dory - doesn't really get it but likes seeing him be a little guy

bruce - just treats him like one of his kids tbh

clay - no way he also regresses. they are buddies

floyd - overprotective big brother mode all the way.

totally has meltdowns from overstimulation & poppy just. takes him to a dark quiet room & he thrives in there .

FAMILY

relationships....

john dory - big 'i hate you... bro' type of relationship. they don't get along but they respect each other. if my opinion of john dory changes maybe they will get along better. not now though/

bruce - COOL OLDER BROTHER!!!! branch looks up to him but he really also looks up to branch like.... bro survived on his own like that.....:cry: they are a little awkward sometimes but bond over engaging in activities together

clay - "hey buddy" "hey pal" ":}" ":}" very chill around each other. just calm. clay has similar symptoms in his autism so they get each other

floyd - besties for life... as much as he;d never admit it branch is So emotional so they talk things over & bond over deeper things like trauma & missing family. they are besties GENERAL

gets greyer some days & poppy ALWAYS makes an extra effort on those days to make sure he knows he's loved

hates the sensation of sneezing so much that he chooses to avoid new flowers/textures in case of allergies/dust [autism, baby]

can't really sleep. struggles with feeling alone at night but if he's with poppy he feels. odd & strange. why is there Somebody in my bed ?!

because of that last one he just passes out everywhere. boy is the eeper for real

had a crush on poppy the whole time since movie 1.

lowkey wishes he was 'normal' & cries about it sometimes. does this lead to meltdowns? occasionally.

was absolutely not a biter as a baby. mouth textures BAD!!!!

in the same vein, very picky eater. literally will starve instead of eating the same meals every week. mad respect for that branch i'm the opposite

hates gum with a passion. the texture the taste the noise is all terrible

gets very destructive when overwhelmed. like. screaming crying yelling hitting. but! poppy did a seminar on neurodiversity for those guys in there so they . kind of get it. they help branch not to get overwhelmed

i may do a part 2 if i remember more categories/hcs. god bless you branch

[starter-library]

THE RISE AND FALL OF A MIDWEST PRINCESS BY CHAPPELL ROAN LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“I’m so sick of online love”

“Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?”

“Ladies, you know what I mean and you know what you need”

“She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things I didn't know”

“She did it right there out on the deck, Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck”

“I just wanna get to know ya guess I didn't quite think it through”

“Fell in love with the thought of you”

“Baby, why don't you come over?”

“Want me to fuck you? Baby, I will 'cause I really want to”

“Well, back at my house I've got a California king. Okay, maybe it's a twin bed And some roommates”

“I heard you like magic I've got a wand and a rabbit”

“Baby, let's get freaky, get kinky, Let's make this bed get squeaky”

“Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone"

“Cause after midnight I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights”

“I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind”

“I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight”

“I really want your hands on my body”

“Baby, put your hands up, Be a freak in the club”

“I'd suggest the jazz bar on Mary Ann Street but you'd buy me a drink and we know where that leads”

“I'll meet you for coffee ‘cause if we have wine you'll say that you want me. I know that's a lie”

“If I didn't love you it would be fine”

“I'd rather feel something than nothing at all”

“If I didn't trust you it would be fine”

“We've done this before and I don't need it anymore”

“Let's not do coffee. Let's not even try”

“I've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch”

“I thought you thought of me better”

“It's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser”

“I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not”

“Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it, I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry dude you didn’t”

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell”

“Never waste a Friday night on a first date"

“And so, I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, He didn't ask a single question, and he was wearing these fugly jeans”

“He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me”

“I'm through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you”

“I need a super graphic ultra modern girl like me”

“We're hot, we're drunk”

“Look at her moving, baby, she's the one”

“At every party we're the party, shaking our asses and making out while the world collapses”

“Get up off your feet, get up on that bar”

“I could be the one, or your new addiction”

“I don't want the world, but I'll take this city”

“Call me hot, not pretty”

“Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me”

“You can take me hot to go”

“I try not to care but it hurts my feelings”

“You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it. No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute”

“Baby, don't you like this beat? I made it so you'd sleep with me”

“What's it take to get your number?”

“What's it take to bring you home?”

“You coming home with me?”

“If karma's real, hope it's your turn”

“It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out”

“It's hot when you're drinking downtown and you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is watching You ruin your life, You losing your mind”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma”

“Wishing you the best, in the worst way”

“No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater”

“Do you picture me like I picture you?”

“Am I in the frame from your point of view?”

“So, tell me now all your perversions”

“I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you”

“I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line”

“If you really wanna leave I'll never make you stay”

“Whatever you decide I will understand and it will all be fine”

“And love is a kaleidoscope how it works, I'll never know”

“I know you wanted me to stay but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA”

“Won't make my mama proud it's gonna cause a scene”

“On the stage in my heels it's where I belong”

“Every night's another reason why I left it all”

“Don't think I've left you all behind”

“I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you”

“I'd love if you knew you were on my mind”

“Boys suck and girls I've never tried and we both know we're getting drunk tonight”

“Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine”

“I know you want it, baby, you can have it”

“If I don't try, then it's my loss”

“Won't you fucking touch me?”

“I just want to touch you”

“I want all of your love”

“Thought I'd be cool in California, I’d make you proud”

“To think I almost had it going but I let you down”

“I fantasize what we would do and how would it taste?”

“Can we drag it out and never quit?”

“Oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind”

[takeyourcyanide]

Sundown

Writing prompt(s)/drabble requested by @bcbdrums

AO3

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Spirit Albarn

Word Count: 1 676

Tags: drama & romance, romance, love confessions, men crying, stein has alexithymia, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, fluff, boys kissing, gay, mental instability

Summary: Stein comes to the realization that he is in love with Spirit and confesses. Soap opera shenanigan ensue.

Notes: Writing Prompt: Fluff + Hurt/Comfort: no, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry + I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified (Romantic)

I considered writing a much longer fic in which Stein struggles to label how he feels about Spirit/in which you’d get to see his thought process leading up to the confession, but this is more of a drabble series, and that’s already been done before. Perhaps I will another time without any prompts. I think I might.

The golden light of sundown dusted across the DWMA’s abandoned music room, showcasing each and every cobweb and cardboard box, as well as the large grand piano in the very center of the classroom covered and concealed with what was presumably mackintosh.

Stein admired the way the dimming light of day painted the room and every out-of-tune instrument, as he cupped his hand around the end of his cigarette, allowing the sparking fire of his lighter to begin its ritual-like burning of the cigarette paper.

He’d even invited Spirit to come after every single class was dismissed for the day to admire with him the solitude standing in an abandoned sector of the academy brought with it.. well, not really.

There was something about watching Spirit blubber over another failed attempt at winning over Maka just a few days prior that ignited something within him, a revelation of sorts.

Stein gave his screw a crank.. or two… or three…. or four.

He was typically either completely indifferent to the tears of others, or found a sense of delight in observing as they wept. There was something so captivating and fascinating about it, he simply couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, he’d even become somewhat annoyed with another’s crying.

But Spirit’s?

He found himself desperately wanting to fix what caused his little meltdown. He found himself holding the male as he cried. He found that, sure, he viewed Spirit as being beautiful in tears, but still, he never wanted to see those tears again. He hated it when Spirit cried. He never wanted to see those tears again. He didn’t even empathize with him. He just didn’t want him to hurt so fervently.

He hated it when Spirit was hurting. He hated it when Spirit cried.

And from that point on, the simultaneous thrill and anxiety that came with anything foreign and uncertain had been seething within him for days on end, as he scrambled to figure out why he hated to see his weapon cry so much.

But truthfully, it wasn’t even just that. Spirit was one of the few people he seemed to experience something akin to fondness for.

And fondness? Fondness was new.

‘Was it love- is it love?’ The same question bellowed out within his mind over and over again.

He’d had so many sleepless nights of pondering just how wonderful it would be to dissect him once more… just how wonderful it would be if he had Spirit all to himself… just how wonderful it would be if Spirit would just throw all of his reservations out of the window and kiss him already.

Kissing? That, too, was new. Wasn’t he supposed to be repulsed by such a thing? Had he finally lost it? Had he finally lost himself?

It only sounded nice when Spirit factored into the equation. Nobody else.

Is that what love means? Is that what love feels like? Is that what he was feeling?

Was it his overwhelming need for Spirit’s attention and affection? Was it how he’d physically ache listening to Spirit reminisce over his little escapades?

Was he in love with Spirit?

Stein cranked his screw once more, this time with much more of a visceral undertone, much more rough and violent.

He was in love with Spirit. And that was why he invited him into such a secluded area.

If he had to be vulnerable, it was going to be with Spirit and Spirit alone, not with a possible hoard of staff or students who either decided or were forced to stay late for whatever reason.

“Stein?” A voice as soothing to him as a lullaby echoed, bouncing off of the empty walls of the mostly vacant room. “You wanted me for something?”

“Yes… I did,” he muttered, his gaze not leaving the picturesque display of the city from the window.

Spirit moved to stand beside Stein, placing his hand on his shoulder and turning his body to face his properly.

“Well?”

“I… Spirit… I think I’m in love with you, and…. I’m terrified.”

Albarn’s eyes grew a thousand times larger within the span of a singular second, as his hand fell off of the meister’s shoulder, going limp by his thigh.

“You’re… you’re in love with me?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. And it’s all so new, I’ve never experienced anything even remotely similar to this before- but everyone describes love as what I’ve been feeling, so it must be, right?”

He’d never heard Stein so anxious and frantic before.

“I’ve felt.. certain things about you, too, for a long time now, Franken,” he grabbed him gently by his forearms.

“Is that so?”

“It is so…” Spirit released a heartfelt and rattling sigh. “It’s just… I don’t think we’d be good for each other.”

Stein felt his heart fall and land somewhere by his liver, taking another quick drag of his cigarette, ignoring the tremors in his hands.

“Why is that?” He managed to maintain a steady tone by the grace of Death himself.

“Well… I could drudge up past circumstances, but we were kids back then, so I’ll stick to the present,” he began his elucidation, his countenance defeated and sad, his voice solemn. “You’re unstable. I- Hell, no one ever knows where you are mentally.. I don’t even think you yourself know. And… I’m worried I’ll make it worse for you. I’ve never had to-“

“Care for an invalid?”

“I wouldn’t put it like that…”

“There’s no way you could make me any worse than I already am, Spirit.” He stomped his cigarette into the ground, chucking it nonchalantly into the trash can in the corner of the room. “But I understand. I have the tendency to not only disregard others, but also myself- which certainly isn’t helping what you all like to call my ‘instability.’ And I suppose it would hurt worse to watch me disintegrate when you’d be allowing yourself to care about me more so… or in a different way.”

“I’m sorry, Stein, I really want to, it’s just-“

“You’re worried I’ll experiment on you again? You’re worried what others will say and think? You’re worried I’ll go off my rocker?”

“Stein.. Marie’s better at that sort of thing than I am, she can actually help you-“

“I don’t want Marie. I want you, Spirit.”

Stein inched closer to the death scythe, holding his face in his cold, quivering hands.

“I’m not asking for a damn caretaker. I’m more than my mental state. You should know that better than anyone.”

“But, Stein, there will come a time where I’ll have to take care of you, won’t there?”

“Maybe there will. But if you truly loved me as you claim to, wouldn’t you put forth the effort to learn how? I’d have to take care of you, too, you know, and I’ve never been great at that, but I’m willing to learn, because it’s for you, Spirit! You!”

“It’s not that I’m not willing to learn……”

A short, but telling and tense silence befell them.

“Spirit?” Stein lowered his hands from his counterpart’s cheeks, taking a short step back, as he analyzed the scythe’s soul wavelength, as he analyzed the look in his eyes.

“What?” He stood still and frozen, his expression reminiscent of a deer in the face of oncoming headlights.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Stein..”

“No. Are you afraid of me?”

“I’m sorry,” he latched onto Franken’s hands, intertwining and interlocking their fingers. His brows were tilted upwards, and he appeared ripe with trepidation, worry, and guilt, as a few stray tears leaked from his eyes, leaving beads upon his eyelashes in their wake. “It’s not that I’m afraid of you, I’m afraid that you might go off the deep end at any moment! You have to understand where I’m coming from!”

Stein blinked repeatedly, unsure of how to proceed, allowing his instincts to take over. He pulled Spirit in by the back of his head, by his crimson hair, wrapping his arms around him, squeezing firmly. His head came to rest on his, the scent of Spirit’s overpriced cologne more evident than ever.

“No, please, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” he murmured sweetly down into his hair, kissing the top of his head, just as he’d seen others do. Didn’t it help to comfort the other? He hoped so. “I understand, Spirit. It’s okay. You’re allowed to be afraid. You don’t have to do anything for me, you don’t have to care about me, or anything - just, please, don’t cry.”

“But I do care, Stein! I care a lot! I don’t want to be afraid of any of that shit, I swear I don’t. I want to make this work again, but can our relationship ever go back to the way it was?”

“The marching of time has brought forth with it changes, Spirit. Neither of us will be the same exact people were when we were kids. But you’ve got to remember that we can still resonate better than we ever could before, even in spite of all that happened. We can make this work. Our bond is not easily broken, Spirit. I promise we can.”

Spirit shuffled in his meister’s grasp, moving so that he could lift his head and look him straight in the eye.

“Do you mean it? Are you sure we can do it?”

“I’m certain. Completely and utterly certain. If we want it to work enough, then it will.”

A goofy, overly cheery smile plastered itself on Albarn’s visage, as he nearly asphyxiated Stein with the hug he gave him, yanking him down by his turtleneck and giving him an experimental, yet long, desperate, and elated kiss.

“See? Was that so bad?” Stein teased, sarcastically smirking, as the weapon backed away, rubbing the tears from his eyes.

Spirit feigned annoyed petulance, though his little act was immediately discredited by the upward twitching of the corners of his lips, and by the repressed chuckles escaping him against his will.

“When you eventually try to rip me open again, it will be!”

[aghoststorycomic]

A GHOST STORY HAS (NOT) UPDATED!! THE AUTHOR IS DEAD....TIRED.

TODAY’S UPDATE: HERE START THIS CHAPTER: HERE START FROM THE TOP: HERE

first, because of how flighty i've been with updates, i would like to encourage you to use an RSS feed reader and add the "a ghost story" RSS feed to it by clicking "find feeds in page" or "add new feed" and entering www.aghoststorycomic.com/. or dragging and dropping it if you use a different RSS feed reader. rss feeds are how the ancients used to navigate the web and through it they knew when things updated immediately. using an RSS feed has 2 major benefits: 1. you can get updates without having to use any social media or following my social media. 2. you can keep up with the comic when updates get sporadic without having to hopefully remember to check it some day in the future.

second, i do not like to advertise the patreon when i am behind on rewards and have been unable to deliver anything of interest beyond comic pages for a while, but consider throwing a buck a month at me to see pages a month early. that's something.

i realize that webcomics really need reliability to survive, so i'm genuinely so annoyed and so unhappy that i'm in this situation. i toughed it out as long as i could, but this final leg has been the fucking pits. it sucks. effexor is a notorious nightmare of an antidepressant to get off of and boy were they not kidding. i'm down to a quarter pill doses, but my body is rampaging because i'm not dosing it with the norepinephrine treat its become accustomed to. its never so much that i'm like, in acute physical or mental distress, its just bad enough that it makes working consistently hard. i had a buffer up until this last month when it was completely used up because i was too busy thinking about how bad my entire face hurt. or how my eyes felt like they were vibrating out of my skull.

i started effexor two years ago and was on a pretty high dose. i got the most bizarre and unpleasant side effects on this drug and the reason i didn't do anything about it was because the drug's primary effect was to instill me with a sense of overwhelming apathy. this is a great effect (intentional? i'm not sure) to have when the symptom you were trying to treat was "unbearable anxiety". not joking, it worked incredibly well for at least getting me mentally back to a baseline level of sane. after that, though, with nothing irrational to be apathetic about, my brain decided that household chores, basic hygiene, and my job were pointless and stupid or unpleasant. food tasted bad. not bland, bad. showers felt annoying instead of relaxing. i would look at the dishes piling up in the sink, the barest minimum i should be doing around the house on a daily basis to maintain a comfortable living space and would think "well that is just impossible".

but i was also putting up with a lot of stupid shit from my body. it made my right hand fingers and lower back feel distractingly stiff. my lip was split for a year straight and would re-open every time i opened my mouth. my nose and gums had open sores. i got a rash on my face that lead me down a rabbit hole for months trying to figure out if i do or don't have lupus (i dont)(neat). i would get insomnia so bad i would be up for 36 hours regularly, but i was too tired to get anything done. and with the withdrawals i would get all of those and as an added bonus i got to enjoy body aches that felt like bruises all over my body. they hurt so bad that laying on the couch was uncomfortable as a consequence of newton's third law. and i'd have weird meltdowns about the cats hating me (?). i am only boring you with all of this whining to try to explain the amount of distractions i was fending off while still trying to be a productive member of a household, experiencing common adulthood problems galore (basement....), and trying to create comics for you and for me. i am telling you this because it sucked, and sucks, so bad.

on top of everything else, the impact the effexor has had on my creativity has been eye-opening. i realized there was a correlation between my dosages increasing and my ability to draw nosediving. the "impossible" feeling of the dishes carried over to my comic work which got lazier and worse and i knew it and it was frustrating. there is a special kind of shame and guilt you develop when you charge someone for something you know is not your best work, just the best you could do in the moment. or when you are just sitting in front of your computer staring at it blankly and thinking about how much you'd like to draw if only it wasn't the hardest thing in the world. you feel like a lazy sack of shit, knowing that there is nothing physically preventing you from working. your brain simply cannot make

i started the weaning process in i think november so am pretty much on track for this to actually be over soon. there's light at the end of the tunnel. its happening. and there are bright moments in between doses where i can actually do things. like right now! i drew this very easily instead of being in hell for hours. but these precious moments are short lived until the withdrawal symptoms start up and i have to take another pill that nerfs me.

anyway APRIL 6th! dont forget me or ill cry.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

The Rise And Fall Of A Midwest Princess Prompt List

Prompts for The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan (+ Good Luck Babe as a treat), practice good reblog karma and sent a prompt or two to the person you reblog this from

Same old story, time again, got so close but then you lost it

He disappeared from the second that you said, “Let's get coffee, let's meet up"

I'm so sick of online love

You pretend to love his mother

Lying to your friends about how he's such a goddamn good lover

I just want you to make a move so slow down, sit down, it's new

I just wanna get to know ya, guess I didn't quite think it through

Fell in love with the thought of you, now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out

Long hair, no bra, that's my type, that's right

You just told me want me to fuck you

I heard you like magic, I got a wand and a rabbit

So baby let's get freaky, get kinky, let's make this bed get squeaky

My mama said nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone

She's in my head saying it's not attractive, wearing that dress and red lipstick

I've been a good, good girl for a long time

But baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side, can't be a good girl even if I tried

I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind

I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight

Cause everything good happens after midnight

I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don't mind

You'd buy me a drink, and we know where that leads, so

I'll meet you for coffee 'cause if we have wine you'll say that you want me, I know that's a lie

If I didn't love you, it would be fine

Nowhere else is safe, every place leads back to your place

But I'd rather feel something than nothing at all

You'll say that you're sorry, I know that's a lie

If we do coffee, it's never just coffee

I've heard so many rumours that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You said, "We're not together”, so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

We’re knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

Is it casual now?

But baby, get me off again, if it's casual, it's casual now

Dumb love, I love being stupid

It's hard being casual when my favourite bra lives in your dresser

And I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner

Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it, I hate to tell the truth but I'm sorry dude you didn't

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

You know what they say, "Never waste a Friday night on a first date"

He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me

Not overdramatic, I know what I want

I'm through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you

I need a super graphic ultra modern girl like me

Telling secrets there on the mattress, wearing nothing but glitter and lashes

At every party we're the party, shaking our asses, making out while the world collapses

Get up off your feet, get up on that bar

Walk that walk, flash the camera, you're a star

I could be the one or your new addiction

Who can blame a girl?

Call me hot, not pretty

Well, I woke up alone staring at my ceiling, I try not to care, but it hurts my feelings

You don't have to stare, come here, get with it

No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended

It's hot when you have a meltdown

It's hot when you're drinking downtown and you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you ruining your life

My kink is karma

Wishing you the best, in the worst way

It's hot when you're going through hell

And you're hating yourself, I'm feeling myself

And you're getting pissed off, it's getting me off

Slip off my pretty dress, down my chest when I think of you

Do you picture me like I picture you?

Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you

So tell me now, all your perversions

Am I doing research in a mini skirt?  Am I at the library in your hometown?

I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line

If you really wanna leave, I’ll never make you stay

Whatever you decide, I will understand

And love is a kaleidoscope, how it works we'll never know

And even all the change is somehow all the same

Love is a kaleidoscope

And it'll just take time to go back to being friends

Every colour of the rainbow, don't be afraid to hold it close

I know you wanted me to stay, but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

Won't make my mama proud, it’s gonna cause a scene

God, what have you done?  You're a pink pony girl and you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun, on the stage in my heels it’s where I belong

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in West Hollywood

Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door

Every night's another reason why I left it all

I thank my wicked dreams, a year from Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica you've been too good to me

Don't think I've left you all behind

Still love you and Tennessee, you're always on my mind

And mama, every Saturday, I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away

New crush, high school love again, the rush of slumber party kissing

I'd love if you knew you were on my mind

Boys suck and girls I've never tried

And we both know we're getting drunk tonight

Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine, could go to hell but we'll probably be fine

I know you want it, baby, you can have it, oh, I've never done it, let's make it cinematic

An inch away from more than just friends

Won't you fucking touch me?

I want more than you know

Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get the things I want the most

But people always say, "If it hasn't happened yet then maybe you should go”

Come get me out of California

To think I almost had it going but I let you down

Think back to what you said and I turn red

Wild thoughts that make me melt

Sometimes I scare myself but I can't help what I can't help

So shame on me and shame on you

I fantasize what we would do and how would he taste and the way you move

Oh, some good girls do bad things too

Oh my God, you are heaven-sent with your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted

I want this like a cigarette

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

Feels like pornography watching you try on jeans

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

I don't wanna call it off but you don't wanna call it love

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

I'm cliche, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair, I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

Think I'm gonna call it off even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me baby

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with "I told you so"

Good luck, babe!

[antimonyandthyme]

athy, i was rereading your superhero au and i cane up with something... so in ice rink meltdown part charles' fire hurts seb meanwhile in last piece michael's fire didn't hurt seb, it was only warm, so... is charles fire is that much stronger or seb subconsciously letting his shield down near kid or michael never intended to hurt his boy at all ... Any way, i feel for them <3

Oh you noticed you noticed I’m hollering you noticed! I’m giving you a big kith! Thoughts under the cut!

Well if you recall in training sessions with Charles, Sebastian seemed to walk through Charles’ fire with absolutely no trouble. So what gives?

A hint to Sebastian’s power, especially from that last scene with Mick—maintaining his invulnerability requires conscious thought. He isn’t just invulnerable by default. He is, because he wills it to be.

So yes! When Charles warms him up after Sebastian takes a dive in the ice skating rink (well, pool, courtesy of Charles), it hurts because Sebastian isn’t diamond scaling himself in that moment. Maybe he’s a little too distracted by how hopeful and determined Charles looks, breathing warm air into Sebastian’s chilled skin.

Yes, Charles is a class S fire elemental, but I’d say where he is at the moment, Michael’s power exceeds his. While Charles controls fire, Michael turns his entire body into a living, breathing, endless furnace. He is the literal embodiment of the sun. If he wanted to, he would’ve burnt right through Sebastian, invulnerability or no. Subconsciously, even with whatever it was Michael was going though (which I will flesh out in some other snippet), he recognized it was Sebastian holding him. (His boy, you are so correct.) So he dialed down the temperature, even while knowing it would lead to his capture.

(Does Sebastian know? Of course, of course. Sebastian knows he wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds against Michael if Michael truly wanted him dead. Does Sebastian hate himself for how it all turned out? Yes.)

Why are all supe backstories tragic you ask? Because!!! Because!!!

Anyway I’m so glad you’re enjoying this universe, I really hope to write much more of it!

[samithemunchkin]

Keegan and Sage headcanons

ok ok I've finally sort of thought of few. Just generic headcanons and set in the fics I've written with them. Still have no idea what I'm doing, pls I'm so open for any questions, suggestions anything at all. Don't know if I should do a relationship headcanon one.

Keegan

Horrible childhood, still haven’t figured it out fully because I keep veering into the same ideas I already have for Mitchell and I wAnT iT tO bE different

Ran away when he was 15, he might have been lanky but already tall and being abused made him pass as an 18 year old so he could enlist

Operation Sand Viper was his first actual mission, kinda got assigned by accident but they were lacking manpower and didn’t look too closely who they sent

Pretty much had an absolute meltdown once the fighting died down and Rorke was the one who found him first 

Trauma bonding and admiration and boom, Keegan felt like Rorke acted way more like an actual father than his own ever had

Rorke found out his actual age but instead of outing him, he offered to find him a place in the Marines to get a few more years of actual training under his belt before he’d let Keegan join Ghosts full time

During Operation Return to Sender, Rorke had made Keegan attend some mandated Marine training, idk quite how it all works but completing it would make him a sergeant, hence why he wasn’t with the rest of them.

And boy did that leave him with terrible guilt/anger/even more trauma

Became more stoic and withdrawn after that

Man hasn’t probably eaten a single home cooked meal in his life, doesn’t know what healthy eating means, would probably hiss at vegetables and fruits. He’s lived fine on bland mush and MRE’s so far and would be a giant baby about trying actual foods

Craves physical touch, pats on the back, hugs, will inwardly melt at praise but doesn’t exactly know how to express that need

Human furnace

Hates his scars

Adores cats, will try to befriend all the strays at whatever base he’s at

Also likes dogs

Basically any animal tbh, likes how he doesn’t have to talk to them, just his attention and affections are enough

Does not want to lead, hates the pressure and responsibilities, it’s why he’s never wanted to raise in rank any higher than a sergeant

Touchy drunk but there are three stages of it, beer makes him loose and touchy, hard alcohol makes him touchy and horny, red wine will make him touch the ground because his legs stop working

Sage

Grew up on a farm, had a few horses and had fully planned to follow her parents’ footsteps and take over the farm at one point, even went to agriculture school and all

But after graduation she decided to enlist to the US Army

Little brother also in the army

Got injured pretty badly during one mission, haven’t really figured out the exact scenario but her actions saved her unit and/or civilians or something, while she was recovering Elias contacted her to ask her if she’d like to join his team

Whatever the mission was, it involved some bad people that still live so as to protect her family, she asks Elias if her file and all records of her service can be destroyed, hence why she only goes by her call sign

Quiet but friendly and sarcastic 

Analyses everything. And I mean everything, always thinking, observing, notices minuscule details

Quickly becomes someone who everyone go to for advice or just to talk

Likes to tinker and do things with her hands, if there’s any renovation needed to be done at any base they’re at she’s more than willing to help out on her free time

Is not used to touch but doesn’t flinch away from it either

Also loves animals, they had plenty of them on the farm

Has absolutely horrid circulation, is always freezing and it only gets worse once she starts taking medications for her ataxia

Has always been a bit of accident prone

Has a big indent on her right thigh from being kicked by horses on it twice. There’s just basically a hole in her thigh muscle with raised edges

Likes how the team feels like a family but it’s constantly vary that bad things can happen at any time to any of them so she’s almost afraid to enjoy it fully

No matter how much she drinks alcohol, she will not appear drunk. She can be black out drunk and none would be the wiser until she pukes or manages to pass out on her bed. Not a chance that she’d let herself pass out anywhere else

[healingheneree]

See you again - Tam

Dear Henry,

I haven't written to you in a while because I haven't been emotionally stable enough to write thoughtfully but you deserve to know what's going on in my mind now that I've "cleared the air." 

Yesterday was my rock bottom moment... I took the day off and cried in bed the whole day. I finally had the meltdown I needed to properly grieve & close this chapter of our lives emotionally. What hurts most beyond everything we've discussed is that I'm losing my best friend who I share everything with... and I know it's needed at this time but it doesn't mean it hurts any less. You think I don't care or love you - and despite the pain and hurting and trust broken - I will always. I just can't look at you the same without it hurting. So yes we do need to take a break, focus on the boys, and create the space to heal. My heart is still broken in a million pieces as I work to pull myself back together... and yesterday was evidence of that. I feel broken, alone, and unseen... and it was the recognition that I've felt this way for so long - years quietly WITH YOU - that I didn't tell a soul or recognize. And it's not that I was unhappy the entire time... it's just those emotions were never addressed and stuffed away by little things to numb and suppress it. 

I don't want to rehash any more of the past because it is what it is... I just want you to understand that it's not that what you do isn't good enough. It is. It's the drug I always can lean into... but there are things you do that hurt me deeply that's inexcusable. Since finding out what happened last Tuesday, I feel like NOW I have even higher mountains to climb and it fucking sucks... and at this fork in the road, I have to continue to believe, choose, accept, and learn to be ok that there will always be judgment and hate for my choice of moving forward, choosing myself first, and leading with my heart. It breaks my heart and goes against my values but I believe that I deserve happiness - and so do you. 

The hardest part in all of this is not wanting to hurt anyone in this journey and being with your parents the other night broke my heart. What caused the deepest pain for me yesterday was feeling how sad dad is deep down. I know what dad needs and I'm sad I can't play that part for him anymore if it's too much for him. So yes it is hard... in addition to the reality of us being single parents which is extremely hard mentally, spiritually, emotionally. And I wish it were different because the boys need us both but not in this way where the cycle just creates more pain and hurt. 

Henry, in the end, you will always be the love of my life and soulmate in this lifetime. And even though we are closing this chapter of our lives, that doesn't change how amazing our life was and how connected we'll always be. Despite what's happened... I will always cheer you on, want what's best for you, and be here... space is needed so we can heal properly and be better parents and truly become who we've always been <3 

As my tattoo says, love is INFINITE & FREE.

Song: Can You Help Me - Usher 

"Girl, I put your love up on a shelf And I guess I just left it to die Now we're not together 'Cause I hurt you too many times"

Song: Too Good at Goodbyes - Sam Smith

Song: Starts with Goodbye - Carrie Underwoood

It's not goodbye - it's a see you later <3 let's heal and be better people.

Love always,

Tam

--- Here is what I wrote after my solo trip to Muir woods:

Tonight, I am reflecting on my self-love journey through Marin county, humbled and grateful to be here. 

I ate lunch underneath the beautiful redwood trees and felt it’s welcoming presence to just be. In doing so, my intention became clear: I’m here to reconnect and explore. As I walked the unpaved path through Muir Woods to higher grounds, my inner child giggled with joy. This is what it feels like to play on Earth again. 

I could hear my soul speak clearly: Tam, you will feel enough when you accept yourself as you are. You are truly a loving, passionately curious, vibrant, wise, and playful soul. Your gift is to hold unconditional, loving presence for people to reawaken to their soul’s purpose. Elevate will be born through vulnerability, imperfection, and being 100% authentic. 

When I got to the top of the mountain, I finally cried. I made peace through a short reiki session to honor and close that chapter of my life because I knew I needed to let the Universe know I was fully ready to let go. As I did, the feeling of unconditional love washed over me and reminded me that there are different forms of love that could exist. Letting go is one of them. 

I ended the night with a solo dinner at Picco and met an entrepreneur that helped me unpack what unconditional love could be:

[aziraphales-library]

Hiiiii! how are you

Is there any fic that Aziraphale hates heaven? and explain that to Crowley? I mean, I've always had this idea that Crowley thinks Aziraphale is in a better place than him ..but actually Aziraphale is as tired of heaven as Crowley is of falling and hell

love u and love your hard work for us

Hello! You will want to check out our #heaven is terrible tags for more fics like this. Here are more to add to the collection...

May I Escort You Home? by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale returns from Heaven stressed out and with a terrible stomachache. He’s in pain and needs to be taken home, but insists that he can handle it. Can Crowley tempt him into accepting help?

Love Knows Boundaries by AnonymousDandelion (G)

Aziraphale's hands were shaking, his throat was closing up again, and there were tears coming out of his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears kept trickling through anyway.

“Okay,” came Crowley’s voice again, very near at hand — gentle, steady, undercurrent of anxiety audible but, doubtless for Aziraphale’s benefit, tamped down under control. “Okay, there. Yeah. All right. You want a hug?”

And it was Crowley, it was just Crowley, they’d hugged plenty of times before. Aziraphale liked hugging Crowley. When he got like this a hug was an almost guaranteed way to help him feel better, to ground him, to calm him down. It was just Crowley, for goodness’s sake, this was ridiculous…

Aziraphale discovered that he was shaking his head from side to side, very emphatically.

“Okay,” Crowley said for the fourth time, calm and grounding even without any physical touch, and the sound of his voice retreated a foot or so. “Not a hug. Is there anything else I can do?”

~ ~ ~

OR: After a performance review and a dubious "reward" from the Archangels, Aziraphale arrives home badly in need of comfort.

(Don’t) Set Your Teeth Against My Throat by AziraBookshop4004 (T)

Aziraphale's head was a mess. They could barely focus on their surroundings. It was all jumbled, consisting of insults, cries, pleas, recycling everything that's been happening for the past two hours. Processing it. They were shaking visibly, unable to stop themselves anymore. They were safe now. They could let go. Except they couldn't

CW: self-harm (not too graphically described, but could possibly be triggering), meltdown

The Picnic by Zeckarin (T)

Crowley has prepared a surprise for his friend. It is a very special occasion after all. Two years since Armagedden't, it deserves a celebration. But as our boys take a walk down memory lane together, Aziraphale will reminisce something he never told Crowley before.

I’ll Be There by retiredseraph (T)

The angel’s face was entirely expressionless except for a very small, almost imperceptible pulling together of his brows. He wasn’t looking at Crowley, just forwards and towards the ground, focused on nothing in particular. “Oh, angel…” Crowley said softly, slightly sadly

While sorting through old letters from, Aziraphale stumbled upon some old assignment letters from Heaven, which reminds him of all the times he’s fallen short. The reaction this leads to is unexpected, but Crowley takes care of him until it passes.

I second that emotion by HolRose (T)

It is after the failed apocalypse, and Aziraphale is struggling. No longer affiliated to Heaven, and thoroughly disillusioned with his former employers, he descends into a very troubled state of mind. Can his demonic counterpart offer anything to help lift his friend out of his low mood? Are you joking? Of course he can!

- Mod D

[inkyquince]

Always hated the term work husband but...

content warning. cucking, cheating, general backstabbing your spouse. Distant spouses, m a r r i e d t o l e i g h t o n, age gap, saucy photo taking, free use pc for bailey.

Married to Remy but work husband Avery likes to take you out for long dinners to discuss the business in the first half but whispering in your ear with his hand on your thigh in the latter half. Books a hotel room while you're on the phone to Remy that it's too dark and you'll stay in town that night.

Or even the reverse. Married to Avery whose married to his job so you spend more and more time at your own job, helping out at the riding school until you get your own work husband in Remy. Stablehands giggle that it's not the dogs spooking the horses up in the hayloft.

Also, just saying, flirty Wren complimenting his boss' spouse and cheekily inviting them to his card games, just because when Remy ain't at the ranch, then he's at his farm, and when he's not at either, his face down sleeping. Wren is gonna get shot for ogling you and smugly leading you to your shared room with Remy just to make your bed a bit messy, but yknow, if he's not dying hard, he's not dying.

This will be a punch to the balls, but husband Leighton (Ew. I'd fuck him, wouldn't marry him) and work husband Daryl. The club owner didn't even start all of this because your husband was their abuser, and most probably yours too by the age gap, but you're so sweet and nice and wanted to invest in his club. Also punching perverts does make Daryl flustered. You're just too nice, too soft, too good for that piece of shit and before too long Daryl needs you over to take up some of his duties, just so he can see you more and hear your laugh and feel your lips curve upwards against his when he bumps into you in the stock room and has to give into his urges. Leighton doesn't notice your absence for a while not gonna lie.

I won't even think about the reverse, if anyone cucked Daryl for Leighton, I'll sue.

Not really work husband but another kick to the Leighton nuts, Mason offering to teach you how to swim and having internal meltdowns because Holy Shit I'm Going To Get Fired For This, while he has you up against the swimming pool edge.

Niki runs you ragged between setting up shoots with his models, with weddings and events needed their photographer, not to mention the quiet photoshoots that stretch into the evening for just the two of you. Of course Niki will have his nuts twisted right off if Quinn ever found those very risque photos of his spouse.

Speaking about Quinn, B a i l e y. Mans obviously has Quinn in his pocket, so why can't he borrow his spouse for a fuck or two when he's particularly stressed. Sends you back home with a red handprint on your ass and cum running down your thighs. AGAIN, not work husband but definitely forcibly-loaned-out-by-your-husband.

I've met Quinn once in game and I want him fucking miserable.

Anyway, I should get back to cohesive writing, huh?

Edit: IM A FOOL

I FORGOT

THE ONLY BOY

WREN

Have Included him now but I HAVE LET EVERYONE DOWN

also I do like the thought that Eden cucks them all... Because yknow. It's Eden.

[stonedorjustqueer]

One thing I hate about being diagnosed with autism at 15 was that I learnt to mask from a really young age, to the point that people are genuinely surprised when I tell them or they say I must be pretty 'high-functioning'.

Being forced to act 'normal' because no one knew about my diagnoses lead to me being unable to openly stim and express myself, even years after the diagnoses, and when I do I'm accused of acting out or faking.

It got to the point where the only time I do stim is in the midst of a meltdown or when I witness someone else stimming and I just suppress anything that won't pass as neurotypical. I just always feel numb.

I still struggle to this day to identify what I'm feeling or what I need and I always feel like I can't bring it up with anyone. My therapist tried to work with me on identifying self-talk, saying that the emotions are the easy part. I just felt like crying. It wasn't until towards the end he remembered my diagnoses then made light about how I must barely register on the spectrum to be so 'high-functioning'.

I can't even have a panic attack without my dad threatening to give me a reason for all the 'unnecessary' crying and panicking. The only person that even remotely understands is my mom but she still she's it from a conservative and neurotypical point of view, as someone who works with 'special' kids. Even she admitted that the six year old selectively mute autistic boy shes working with right now reminds her of me at that age.

The difference is no one forces him to be normal, no one forces him to 'just deal with it' when it comes to sensory issues. No one forces him to talk or to stay still or 'eat what your given or else go hungry'

No one else should have to go through that. No one deserves that. I just wish someone saw it in me sooner rather than just see me as a try-hard goody two shoes. Maybe then I'd be able to be my true autistic self and not have to hide from everyone, including me.

Just please make sure no one else has to hide like I did.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Oh boy, I wasn't gonna weigh in on the drama but...

I have long suspected that Jared is extremely insecure (and overcompensates by being an outright bully at times) and that the only thing that kept him from going full meltdown was the fact that he was number one on the SPN call sheet. I truly believe that Jared thinks Sam was the lead character of SPN, and that, ultimately, it was Sam's story. This, of course, was backed up by the fact that Sam was number one on the call sheet. It's also why he sees no problem with the finale, because to him the story that got a satisfying end was the only one that mattered: Sam's.

I also think he knows that Jensen is a much better actor than him. Honestly, Jared is a perfectly fine actor who works very well in genre TV like SPN, but Jensen is a phenomenal actor who could have done anything with his career and chose to stay because he fell in love with playing Dean. Unfortunately, this also made Jared look worse in comparison.

Furthermore, Jared's acting definitely declined over the run of SPN, and I think it's because he was constantly trying and failing to raise himself to Jensen's level which only served to make his acting feel forced and unnatural. He began falling back on crutches like that weird throat-clearing thing he did on every line for the last, like, 3-4 seasons. And the thing is: Jensen isn't just a phenomenal actor, he's also a phenomenal scene-partner, meaning he makes everyone else around him better. I always noticed Jared doing better when he was in one-on-one scenes with Jensen (add anyone else to the mix *cough* Misha *cough* and Jared would instantly tank again, but maybe that's just because he was thinking about how he was going to mess with them instead of focusing on his job).

Now Jared has his own show away from Jensen, and I think he was hoping to prove that he can fly all on his own, and the fact that he's failing is really starting to stir up all those insecurities. But, of course, Jared can't blame Jared so he instead lashes out at Jensen who "abandoned" him by turning down a job on Walker.

Ugh, it's pretty sad actually. I unfollowed Jared a long time ago because I hated the way he would constantly air grievances over Twitter and send his fan-hoard to harass people.

While I sometimes wish Jensen would share more with us on social media, I have to admire the fact that he really understands the line between private and public and I don't think I've ever seen him seriously complain about anyone or anything (jokingly complain, yes. He has to maintain his grumpy old man facade after all!)

Wow, that was a wall of text, sorry! Guess I had a lot to say after all...

tl:dr Jared is insecure and a bully, Jensen is amazing, cockles is life (you know I had to put that last one in there...)

I can't think of a single thing that needs to be added here. This is everything I've been thinking and saying since well before this insanity started. Thank you, nonny for putting all this into words ♡♡♡

[yuutaokkutsu]

5:06 pm

— chifuyu tells baji y/n her son is dead

— pt. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

— lower case. angst. manga spoilers.

trigger warnings ⚠️

MAJOR —# implied child pregnancy, which implies child rape and/or child sexual abuse + character death & trauma + hyperventilation + meltdown & breakdown #—

↳ note; i researched the youngest age a mother could be. please keep in mind this is also fiction.

MINOR —# cursing + mentions of death + implied anxiety #—

caramel is light, takemitchy realized.

he always believed honey to be warm, to be home, but caramel feels like love.

home is love, he understands, as he stared at the mahogany door in front of him, which so oddly reminded him of caramel with the soft lights lighting up the doorway.

but caramel can be venomous.

he stood there, his beaten shoes still on the doorsteps to the baji household. he shouldn't be here. this wasn't his home, and it wouldn't be home for any longer if he continued on.

was he selfish for wanting this moment to last longer?

this wasn't home. home was far away, far gone. the scent of burnt caramel filled up his nostrils, grounding him.

honey, golden and sweet, tasted better than caramel ever will.

caramel was love, and honey was home, but if honey doesn't expire, why does caramel? and how could honey be home, if homes weren't forever?

the welcome mat stared at him, but he didn't feel welcome.

"is..." the words died in his throat. he could taste the burnt caramel in the back of his throat, could feel his throat clumping on itself. what was he saying? why was he asking, when the nameplate burning into his soul was right in front of him?

"it is." chifuyu answered, barely sparing him a glance. the boy quivered beside him, sweat glistening on his forehead and his clothes clamped tightly on his skin. loud clinging and breaking from the inside of the house reached takemitchy's ears as smoke filled up the air around them.

this wasn't home. he isn't sure when he would be home, but this isn't it.

his concerned gaze fell on chifuyu. his eyes teared up, both from the smoke and the way the boy beside him hyperventilated. that's right, takemitchy who was almost in his thirties, couldn't deal with this, so how could a boy as young as chifuyu?

takemitchy hated caramel.

"chifuyu..." he trailed off. he was only there to support him. he was only there for support, but he couldn't help the ache inside his chest. he couldn't breath, and the bile in his throat mixed in with the burnt caramel was too much to handle.

"i'm alright. i'm alright, goddamn it." takemitchy flinched when tears ran down chifuyu's face, a sob tearing out of him. "i'm alright."

he sniffed at chifuyu's cries. his partner bit his lip, and takemitchy could almost fool himself into smelling the blood of chifuyu's bruised lips, always mixed in with the burnt caramel.

only tufts of smoke remained by the time chifuyu collected his demeanor, and the sun setting was as clear as could be behind them. too close. too warm.

but the smell of burnt caramel always remained.

"i'm doing this." chifuyu proclaimed as fists dabbed away at his tears and sweat. takemitchy looked at the red eyes of his friend, eyes that betrayed him, but he couldn't find it in his heart to speak.

takemitchy loves warmth, and he loves honey, but how he hated the feeling of a home at that moment.

he couldn't help but cringe when chifuyu pressed on the doorbell, and he couldn't help but notice chifuyu's shaky hands, but takemitchy was only there for support.

he gritted his teeth as soon as the door swung open, and when he saw the person, he gaped.

was he in shock? disbelief?

chifuyu didn't tell him baji had a sister.

"fuyu~" he visibly cringed at the woman's beam. warmth filled up every inch of his body, but it didn't feel warm. it was too cold. tremors ran through him, he realized. fear. "hi <3"

takemitchy couldn't do this. he took a step back, letting chifuyu take the lead. he was only there for support, but could he even do that?

the smell of burnt caramel forced the vomit back tenfolds in the back of his throat, but he held it down. a hand reached up to block his mouth, in case he couldn't take it anymore.

"who's this?" he could feel home in her, but she wasn't his home.

how he hates caramel.

"that's my friend. he..."

how he loathes caramel.

"can we please come in?" chifuyu paused, sniffing and red-eyed. takemitchy wondered how he could keep his composure, but chifuyu was just breaking down in front of him a moment ago, wasn't he? "please?"

"honeyboo, yes of course you can come in." too warm. he wanted to take his skin off. "who bothered you fuyu? ♡"

takemitchy wants to leave, but he was forced to go in.

the inside had brown and red colors of all shades. low-hanging lamps, a soft sofa and matching reddish-brown walls that reminded him of honey. sunflowers in a vase, red flowers on the walls, and was that a photo of her and baji by the tv?

amber lights, brown end table, red carpet, where did it all go wrong?

when takemitchy noticed chifuyu couldn't utter a word, opening and closing his mouth like a gasping fish, he spoke up quietly, sniffling. "could you please make some juice?"

it was always meant to go wrong.

and the woman in front of him, glossed up eyes and upturned lips whimpering over seeing chifuyu like this, muttered an "okay."

as soon as she was out of sight, he tried to lighten up the atmosphere, tried to do what he came here for, support, but he was so stupid. stupid. he blamed it on the suffocating smell of caramel. "i didn't know baji-san had a sister."

chifuyu didn't spare him a glance, fists wiping away vigorously at his tears as he sat down on the couch, and takemitchy regretted ever coming here. "she's his mom."

"...huh?" that's impossible. with her soft features and young expression, she could pass for an adult, but only barely. it was enough of a distraction from the smell of caramel and the warmth cast upon him, or was it that the caramel and the warmth were the distraction? "she looks like she's just turned twenty."

"that's because she's twenty." chifuyu, with all the intelligence takemitchy thought he had, couldn't have left takemitchy more confused in that second, as horrified realization dawned upon him. "she's—"

"i made some caramel frappuccino to drink earlier, i just had to pour it. its keisuke's birthday in a few days." takemitchy straightened up in his seat at the voice. snapping his head to look at her, he noticed she had steadied herself, her eyes no longer blurry, but was it his eyes that were blurry previously? he looked at the tray in her hand. and was it always him that was this lightheaded? "i burned the caramel a little, but it still tastes good, and i think it calms you down?"

he took the drink in his hand, but he couldn't drink it, couldn't thank her. he would throw up. he's going to throw up. she was calming chifuyu down. this was wrong. takemitchy shouldn't be here. takemitchy was never here. why was he here?

to provide support. but how does he provide support when he needed support himself?

"are you okay, fuyu?" her smile warmed his heart. he didn't want to be the one to freeze it over, and how could chifuyu do this? he turned his head to scan the room some more, distract himself some more. cat hair spread on the carpet, with a litter box some ways beside the wall. there was a little bookcase in the corner of the room, filled with books to the brim and so messy-looking, but this was home.

except it wasn't his. never his.

this was baji y/n's home, and no longer baji keisuke's.

"i'm sorry i came here." no no no. this was wrong, this wasn't what chifuyu was going to say. this wasn't what chifuyu wanted to say. what was he doing? what was his partner saying? "i didn't want you to know over the phone."

and as chifuyu stood up hastily and put the mug back on the table, takemitchy blurted out just as his partner bowed down to the woman, not able to contain himself. "please put the drink down, baji-san?"

and god bless the woman as she followed his request, hesitantly but obediently. and takemitchy wanted to leave, never come back here ever again. but takemitchy could only sit and stare at the pile of papers on the table.

"baji-san is dead. i'm sorry."

this wasn't how chifuyu wanted to tell her.

takemitchy never hated the smell of caramel more.

[disasterfandoms]

Meet My Dad || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine

A/N: SO we were brainstomring in one of my discord groups about what would it be like if Full Metal had a daughter, and now it’s a thing where if i write this for @theysayitscrazy then @bravo-four-seal-team has to behave for a week. Also, this contains the ship Trent/Metal.

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“Dad!” You yelled, walking into his house uninvited as usual. Did you really need an invite to the place you called home for the longest time, though? He wasn’t there, that was evident by his cat, Whiskers, still needing to be fed for the morning. You filled his bowl with kibble, petting the old boy who used to keep you company on dark and stormy nights. 

You walk further into his kitchen, seeing the note on the counter that said that he’d be back later. You write a note back, telling him that you’ll be at your boyfriends, and to call you later. You pet the cat once more, before leaving the home, suddenly nervous at the thought of your dad knowing about you and Brock, and your plan for them to meet.

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Full Metal came home a couple hours later, petting Whiskers and putting the groceries away. You and him had a weekly gumbo night, where you all eat and either watch a movie or play some games, getting your time with each other you two needed in in one night. 

He’s been a single dad for over twenty years, your mom having left him and you when you were just three years old. He bared no hard feelings, his life and job was complicated and she never truly wanted to be a mom. So, he took time to figure out how to parent you while being home all the time, and figured who’d watch you when he was away. You two made it work, and now you’re closer than ever.

He found the note, noticing your handwriting right away, and visibly paled as he read its contents. A boyfriend? Who? and when? He could have sworn you would have told him before now about any boy you were seeing. He needed to take a breath, calm down. You were a grown adult, with an apartment of your own and a stable job, it wasn’t the end of the world that his baby had a boyfriend.

He took a second, making sure his hands stopped shaking before he picked up the phone, dialing the oh-so-familiar number. 

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You were straddling Brock’s lap, your tongues colliding as you moved in sync. His lips had then attached to your neck, causing you to moan. Your hands were tangled into his hair, causing him to groan when you pulled it accidentally. His hands travelled down your back, resting just before the opening of your jeans. One hand slid up your shirt, his hands feeling rough against your soft skin, you giggling as he flipped you over, so he was on top. 

He opened your legs, putting his knee right next to your covered core, letting you grind against it as he continued his trail of kisses down your chest. He almost took his shirt off when you heard your phone ring, interrupting the fun that was about to come. You quickly grabbed it, groaning as it was your dad. Brock nodded in understanding, moving to lay beside you on the bed as you answered, “Hi Dad!”

“Y/N, you left a note. Boyfriend? Who the fuck are you dating? Why haven’t you told me about this guy beforehand?” Metal shot off at an impressive pace, not impressed that she told him this through a note, for fucks sake.

“I’m great! How are you, are we on for gumbo tonight? I brought him up because I thought about bringing him.” You said sarcastically, moving to snuggle up to Brock, who happily wrapped his arms around you, his leg intertwining with yours.

Metal was pacing in his living room now, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm he heard at the beginning of your response. “You want to bring him? To our tradition?” He asked, shocked you’d even consider it.

“Well, yeah, Dad, it’s just one gumbo night for you to meet him and get to know him outside of work. Besides, you bring Trent sometimes!” You retorted, huffing at the hypocrisy. You could hear Brock chuckling beside you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him.

“That’s different, it’s Trent!” He shot back, stopping his pacing as he was worried he was going to step on Whiskers. He then continued, “Trent’s being invited if you bring him. Wait,” he spoke, his mind registering what all you said thirty seconds ago, “Outside of work? HE WORKS AT DEVGRU?!?!?” He yelled, feeling his face getting hot with anger. One of those idiots is dating his kid?

You put the phone away from your ear, he’s always deafening when he’s angry. Brock kissed your shoulder, one of his hands moving up to grab your breast, massaging it gently, causing you to roll your eyes. “Yes, he works at DEVGRU. He’s on Bravo, with Trent. Invite him! You know I love T,” you say easily, your breath hitching as Brock continues to tease you.

Metal doesn’t even know what to reply to that. He’s full on having a meltdown. His kid, his sweet, caring, loving child is dating someone in Bravo. Oh, Oh god, They’re dating that cocky ass kid. “I gotta go, see you two tonight.” He said quickly, before hanging up without you getting a word in. He rubbed his face with his free hand, before calling Trent to come over.

“He hung up,” you said simply, putting the phone back down on the nightstand, before focusing on the man beside you. You adored him, not just physically, but the kind soul he has, and the willingness to do whatever was necessary to keep you safe and happy. You knew your Dad was a bit... much, but you hoped once he saw you two together, he would calm a bit. “Now, where were we..” you trailed off, giggling as he turned over onto you, starting where you both had left off.

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Trent was a little worried when Full Metal called him, panicking at the apparent fact that Clay was dating his kid. Trent had been around you since you were a little kid, becoming very close to Metal as they started working together at DEVGRU. 

He was incredibly amused at the fact that Metal was having a meltdown while simultaneously starting the gumbo for the night. He wouldn’t interrupt the man, he’s just here to listen and watch his friend chop and cook everything the gumbo needed ingredient wise, while yelling at how Clay was too arrogant foe his own good. 

“Of course Y/N would go out with him. Why go for one of us, anyways?” he asked rhetorically, chopping up the andouille sausage, probably imagining it was Clay’s.. well... you know.

“Because they were raised by you? And surrounded by a Naval influence their entire life?” Trent shot back, chuckling as Metal glared at him. Man, if looks could kill...

“Scott, take a breath. You raised Y/N well, they must see something in Clay to not only go out with them, but to want to introduce him to you,” Trent tried to reassure the man, who this time took a deeply breath and nodded.

“I just don’t want them to get hurt,” he spoke quietly, shaking his head at the thought. You were his child, his only one at that, he hated seeing you cry, especially over some dumb ass kid.

Trent nodded, standing up to go over to him, rubbing his back. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. He’s helped Scott raise you since you were a kid, he felt similarly about keeping you safe.

They were silent for a while, before Trent felt like he needed to reassure Scott one more time. “Tonight will be fine, you’ll meet the boyfriend, be polite tonight and then tomorrow you can threaten all you want,” he offered up, and it worked, as he saw Scott smile for the first time today.

“Come tonight?” Metal asked, he didn’t want to have to deal with this alone. Plus, he could just have it on his head that this is just the team hanging out and you just so happened to be there.

Trent nodded, smiling at the offer. He knew Scott needed someone here with them to keep him calm, and he was secretly hoping he’d ask him to stay anyways, the guy makes a mean gumbo.

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It was three hours later, and Brock was suddenly incredibly nervous. He knew Metal was going to kill him, especially because it was his only kid that we’re talking about. He was in love with them, though, so he guessed he’d make it work.

“It’s going to be fine, Dad’s just a big teddy bear,” you reassure him, watching him chuckle nervously. You smiled, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Your boyfriend may be a man of few words, but it was no secret he was worried about your dad’s reaction.

The silence was comfortable as he drove you both towards your childhood home. He was quiet, taking in the site of the place where Metal raised you, squeezing your hand when he heard you take a shaky breath.

“Hey,” he said quietly, catching your attention as you were getting lost in your worries. “I love you, Y/N/N.”

You smile brightly, saying “I love you too,” before he pulls you in for a kiss, all and full of adoration. He breaks away for a few moments, kissing your nose in the process, causing you to giggle.

You lead him up the steps to the front door, noting that Trent’s bike was in it’s usual spot. You smiled a little, happy your dad’s boyfriend was here to enjoy the chaos. You whispered to Brock, “I told you my dad and Trent were together, right?”

Brock’s eyes widened, shaking his head. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought, before taking a deep breath. You smile at him, before opening the door, going into your family home, which was warm and the smell of the spices in the gumbo. You picked up Whiskers, who was hanging out in the cat tree by the entryway, and said to Brock, “This is Mr. Whiskers, he used to keep me safe when it was storming and Dad was on a mission.”

Brock saw the way your eyes lit up with you saw the cat, and his heart melted a little bit. He pet the furry creature, personally he wasn’t a fan of cats but he couldn’t help but pet him. 

You put him down, taking his hand as you guide him further into the home, yelling, “T, Dad! We’re here!” You give his hand a squeeze, bringing  him to the living room. 

Trent came out from the living room, smiling as he saw you with... Brock. “Hey kid,” he hugged you tightly, before finally breaking, laughing hysterically at the fact that it was Brock you were with.

Oh, this was going to be fun. 

Metal left the kitchen, hearing his boyfriend of five years laughing hysterically. He walks in, seeing Trent doubled over in laughter, looking at you, smiling. “Hey baby,” He spoke softly, opening his arms for a hug, looking at who she brought with her, completely expect Clay, and not... Brock?

“Brock? Dog boy? Seriously?” He asked, causing Brock to laugh a little bit.

You backed away from your Dad, going to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You shot back, “Well, yeah? Who else would I have gone for, Sonny?”

Oh, yeah, that broke Metal. 

He just stared at you two, trying to form words, but his brain was short-circuiting. Trent was in tears, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Didn’t.... see that...coming,” he finally got out, grabbing onto Metal’s shoulder yo hold him up.

“I thought you were dating Clay,” your dad said slowly, shaking his head at the fact you brought the weird one home... typical.

You look at him confused, “No... Brock and I have been together for almost a year,” you tell him gently, smiling as your feel Brock kiss your forehead. You leaned into him for comfort, worried about what your dad will say.

“I... alright,” he sighed, smiling as Trent kissed him on the cheek. Trent was proud of him being calm, and not threatening your boyfriend. In reality, he was planning Brock’s death a very violent way, and where to hide the body.

The night went smoothly, a little too smoothly, if you were honest. Everyone ate and had a good time, the night ending with each Carter cuddled up to their significant other, watching a horror movie.

Brock had went to start the truck after the movie was over, letting you to hug your dads. “Thank you,” you whispered, smiling at Metal.

“what for?” he chuckled, letting go so you could hug Trent.

“For being nice to him, and not threatening to kill him,” you chcuckled as you hugged Trent, who went back to having his arms wrapped around Metal when you let go. Metal nodded, as you said goodbye, not knowing his plans for in the morning. 

“You did good, babe,” Trent mumbled, kissing his cheek before making sure the food was away, getting ready to go to bed.

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All was quiet on the base the next morning, the hustle and bustle of the military operation at it’s usual pace. All of Bravo trickled in one by one, no one understanding the scene in front of them as they entered the cage room.

In front of Brock’s locker, there was a hatchet, a bag of lye, and a shovel; along with a note which was written in, what looked like, blood.

“Brock,

You hurt my kid, these tools will be used in removing you from the situation. The hatchet will be used to cut you up into bite-sized pieces for Cerberus to enjoy. What is left of you will be dissolved by the lye, and you will be buried where no one can find the evidence. 

They’re my child, I will do whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and safe.

I’m watching you.”

Bravo watched Brock visibly pale as he read the note, causing Trent to smile, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s antics. He should have known last night was too calm, that Metal was being polite because Y/N didn’t want their father to be overprotective. 

Oh well, at least Brock understood now the consequences if he fucked up.