#but it can now kinda run on my phone!!! but even then its so difficult cuz like.. i have to restart the app

[2bloved]

i caved and redownloaded crk a few days ago after seeing peppermint cookie finally being added and I was like. Omg ?!?!?! anyway I'm starting to redecorate my kingdom and i made a thing for my sugar gnomes ♥

since I did it for ovenbreak if u wanna add me I'm on the pure vanilla server and my ign is APPLEC0RE (probably will change soon, will edit if I do)

[dwntwn-strnlo]

SUNBURN - one

-------------- "when you're gone like sunburn or you're here like rain."

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A/N ; first chapter of the sunburn series! :)

sorry it's kinda sad LMAO

SYPNOPSIS ; run regret run regret

PAIRING ; matthew sturniolo x reader

CONTENT WARNING ; language, verbal arguing, crying, mentions of 'y/n', not proofread. italics are flashbacks

picking up the phone, matt stared at the black screen for several long seconds before picking it up and unlocking it. opening his camera roll that he should've closed hours ago. lining his sight with hundreds of pictures of you hooked on his arm, grinning with the glint of the sun.

his heart fought his brain desperately, begging him not to open his contacts and pull up your contact. blue, tired eyes lingering on your name that he whispered and giggled a million times before. the name he should've deleted months ago.

"im sorry matt, but i can't fucking do this anymore." you whispered, your voice crumbling beneath you. "its too difficult and i've put in so, so much effort already."

"y/n come on im just trying to protect you!" matt shouted in a desperate attempt to keep you from walking out the front door.

"protect me after i've made my own fucking decisions!" you shot back, your eyes welling up with tears. "i love you matt, but i can't love you if im hidden away. even your brothers don't know we're together."

his face dropped, eyes growing heavy with regret. "you know i'm keeping you from them for a reason." he muttered, crossing his arms.

you sit down on the couch dropping your head in your hands. running one last thing through your mind, you stand up. meeting matt's eyes for the last time. "i can't fight with you right now. i need to eat."

"y/n." matt mumbled your name, fighting his emotions to the best of his abilities. "please don't le-"

you took in the color of his eyes for one last second before turning around and walking down the stairs.

in that moment matt couldn't figure out why he didn't run out the door after you. his feet glued to the floor like a fly trap. the only thing he could do was beat himself for the way he kept shoveling dirt out of the deep, deep whole he made himself. tunneling himself in a lie just to protect the girl he loved most.

the last thing you hear is your name lightly whispered-more to himself then to you-before you slam the door shut.

matt drops his phone on his bed, no longer feeling the cozy aroma that it used to be. standing up from the bed, he kneels down to the floor, sitting down and lifting up the brown comforter. pulling the comforter up from where it dangled on the floor, he blindly reaches under and pulls out a box.

taking in a deep breath he opens the cardboard box, setting the lid on the floor. dipping his hands into the contents of memories, he pulls out a scrapbook that's collected almost three months worth of dust. opening it, his eyes only search for a second before he slams it back shut and closes his eyes.

reopening his eyes, he lifts up the cover, staring at the first picture. it's a picture of you and matt last summer when you went to florida. your looking the camera, and matt is looking down. smiling brightly at you, admiring you as much as he'd hate to admit it.

all he can find himself do is flip through the faded pages, reminiscing on what could've been forever. all messed up because of one stupid mistake.

putting everything back under his bed, and staying on the floor, he grabs his phone and hits call. hesitantly pressing it up to his ear. "we're sorry, but the phone number you reached is no longer in s-" his face drops, and so do the tears he had so desperately held to himself.

TAGLIST

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[goose-duck]

🥧 Class Trip 🥧

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Maxley?? Fanfic oneshot thingy, idk, I'm sick and felt inspired. I say "maxley??" Bc it's Max and Bradley for sure but I dunno if it'll come off as romantic or not I actually have no idea what I'm writing...why am doing this when I'm sick? Oh well, enjoy ✨

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Our class is going on a trip today, I can't tell if I'm excited or not. We're going to a museum which isn't particularly entertaining...especially given its the one I'm employed at, but anything's better than class I suppose? I don't know why the professor decided to take us on a trip, he's usually so...uh...how do I describe him? Lame? Boring? Old? Decrepit? I should stop...before my inside thoughts become outside thoughts...though im sure everyone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year and he just kinda gave up? I don't know...why am I even still thinking about this?

I'm sitting where I usually sit with Bobby and PJ. We're waiting for the rest of the class...or at least most of the class, to show up so we can leave. Bobby and PJ are talking but I'm not overly interested. I started being friends with Bradley a few weeks ago...its been good...but it started off really weird. We don't talk much but there's less animosity between us now and we occasionally make light conversation. Bradley also sits with us now so that's cool I guess?? He's on the other side of me, my left side, the side of my dominant hand. Makes it difficult to write sometimes because we'll bump elbows. He's also here, he was here before everyone else, as always.

I lay my head on the table and look at him, admiring his sharp jawline and beautiful blue eyes...what..? Nevermind, he's got a nice face, it's not weird at all to think that. Right? Right! I'm not...uh...feeling things...at all. Totally normal thoughts and feelings here. I look down at the desk, silently judging myself before looking up at him again, meeting his eyes. Bradley's giving me a strange look, probably because I have my head on the table after having been so excited a few minutes ago. I'm just bored of waiting for the rest of the class. He gives me a soft smirk before rolling his eyes and going on his phone. I just continue with what I was doing.

I finally decide to say something, I say it every morning to him, "good morning, Brad." I say. He normal says good morning back but today he just looked at me before pulling out a bag of cough drops and popping one in his mouth. Ah, his throat must be sore. "You sick, Brad?" I question. He nods at me. I giggle a little, our professor's name is also Brad, it's funny, kinda.

Eventually most of the class shows up and we all start on our way to the museum. It's close enough to walk to but we have to walk down a steep hill which we all know will be miserable on the walk back up. It's a hot sunny day, 25°c, and it's only the morning. Bobby and PJ and ahead of me and Bradley by a little bit on our walk. I think Bradley is walking slower than usual because he's sick, he'd normally be out walking me and I'd have to run after him. On the walk down me and him share a few words and joke around a bit. We come to a crosswalk and a few people jaywalk instead of using the crosswalk, not a big deal but Bobby makes a joke about it being illegal before soon following suit and also not using the crosswalk.

A little further on our walk and we're on a flat spot before the next hill we have to go down. Somehow me and Bradley ended up in front of Bobby and PJ, I guess we were walking quicker than I thought. Bobby walks up to Bradley holding out a $10 bill, "Hey, Brad?" He says laughing a little. "What, Bobby?" Bradley responds, his voice sounding hoarse from his cold. "I'll give you $10 to carry me the rest of the way." Bobby suggest, holding the bill more out to Bradley. Bradley laughs, taking the money and stops walking to Bobby can get on his back. Me and PJ stop walking too to watch this. Bobby hops up on Bradley's back and Bradley let's out a huff, walking a little ways before dropping Bobby and giving him his money back. "You're heavier than you look!" Bradley says sounding a little more tired than before, "how much do you weigh!?" He quickly adds on. Bobby tells him he doesn't keep track then retorts my asking Bradley how much he weights. Apparently Bradley weighs 220 lbs...double the amount I weigh, literally, I weigh 120. Bradley then says, "fuck, you're probably heavier than I am, Bobby, no wonder you're so hard to carry!" Bobby gets offended but doesn't deny it. I laugh a little, as we all continue walking.

Eventually we get to the museum, it's a historical museum full of old artifacts from the native people of the area. I got my job here three years ago, I got in on account of being indigenous myself. They wanted indigenous people to work here with these artifacts rather than the people who colonized our land. Fair enough, and it got me a job that pays more than minimum wage, so, win for me.

When we get inside my boss introduces herself and tells us all what we'll be doing. A scavenger hunt. I already know where everything is as I helped set it up, but I don't say anything, I'll be the secret weapon to whoever decides to work with me as we're told to get into teams of two. Bobby and PJ group up and so does everyone else, leaving me and Bradley, which I'm not opposed to. My boss gives everyone their clipboards giving me a look when she got to me and Bradley. "Why'd she look at you like that?" Bradley inquires. I giggle a little, signalling him to come a little closer so I can whisper to him, "I work here." I whisper into his ear. He gives a look, "ah, how convenient, so we'll get this done in no time?" I give him a snide look, "nope, if you were a cute girl maybe I would have, but you're Bradley Uppercrust iii, I'm sure you can do this without my help." I joke, making it clear I'm not letting him use me as an advantage. Bradley sighs, rolls his eyes, then gets started on the scavenger hunt.

While Bradley does the scavenger hunt I go find some of my coworkers and chat with them. Mostly just talking about how school's been for everyone. Some found university easy, others said it was miserable, one said she didn't have the money to continue. I felt bad for her, but there's not much I can do right now. Bradley gives the clip board with the scavenger hunt sheet to our teacher, Mr. Bradley, then walks over to our group to join in on the conversation until we get told we have to go back to campus.

About an hour later Mr. Bradley calls us all to meet at the front of the building, telling us it's time to go back now. A student asks who got done the hunt first, Mr. Bradley says it was Bradley. Huh, looks like he didn't need my help after all. Good for him. A few students groan and glare at Bradley but I give him a high five. "Good job, dude! Told ya you didn't need my help!" Bradley smiles at me in response to that, ruffling my hair and giving me a thumbs up. His throat must be hurting again, poor guy. Being sick is miserable. Sick on a trip where you have to walk everywhere? Even worse.

The first part of the walk back is fine, but it's definitely a lot hotter out now. I have Bradley check his phone, it's 31°c. Holy fuck...we're gonna die on the big hill just before the school.

Once we get to that hill Bradley gives me a worried look putting his hand on my back. I'd been breathing quite heavily, I didn't find it strange, I'm used to it, it's always like this for me, anemia kicking my ass at all times of the day. I look pale and I'm sweaty and can barely think, but I know I just have to make it back to class and sit down and get a drink. Bradley doesn't seem to think I'll make it though as I stumble around the sidewalk almost falling a few times. Bradley's hold on my tightens a bit when I almost fall into an oncoming vehicle. "You sound like you're dying.." Bradley says saying stressed. I laugh before coughing a little, finding it humourous that he's sick yet I'm the one having such a hard time. Bradley offers to carry me the rest of the way but I'm too prideful to let him, telling him I can make it on my own.

Once we get to the top of the hill there's a bunch of little kids and a few adults, I recognize them from the nearby daycare center. They're adorable, this one in a pink bucket hat waves at me and Bradley so I wave back. Bradley also gives the child a small wave before pulling me along so we actually make it to the school rather than me just being distracted with the adorable children. I'd never want kids of my own, but if a friend of mine had kid's I wouldn't mind babysitting for them.

Once we get into the foyer of the school Bradley quickly tries to pull me over to a vending machine and buy me a bottle of water. While he's doing that one of my friends walk by and asks what me and Bradley were up to, point out how we both look a mess. I can't get my words out because I'm still breathing heavily from the walk so I just wave and give a thumbs up. I'm sure that'll be a satisfactory answer, right?

Bradley comes back over to me with the bottle of water, opening it for me and shoving it up to my mouth. I guess he doesn't trust me to do it myself...do I really look like I'm in that bad of shape right now? Maybe I should just take the water. I drink the water Bradley is holding up to my mouth until I swat his hand away a little so I don't drown. He pulls the bottle of water away from my lips, allowing me to breathe and screwing the lid back onto the bottle. He then hands me the water and puts a hand on my back before pushing me along back to the lecture hall so we can sit down. I give him a nod as a thanks and he smiles and nods back.

[theosconfessions]

It’s never too late!!

Can I get 🤍 and 🥂 and 🫦 for Riv and Blake?

🤍 What is their favorite or most admired quality in the other?

River- 'i think how outgoing blake is. like i probably wouldve never known he was even into me way back when we were teenagers if he never kissed me that one day. then we wouldnt be here. wouldnt have teddie. so yeah i think thats my favourite. him doing that gave me all of the good things i have now'

Blake- 'awww... i think one of my favourite qualities about Riv is how no matter what it is hes 100 percent in it. hes very like in the moment type of dude. literally never on his phone because he wants to be 100 percent present for me. for teddie. nellie all of that. he pays attention ..he listens. literally anything he does he never half asses it. which is great because i do tend to half ass a lot [smirks]

🥂 What does a night out look like for them?

Blake- 'remember when we used to have those.. '

River- ' i do yeah .. um.. with teddie being so young its difficult. my dads kinda caught in his own thing with his ghost podcast and im sure hed love to watch teddie and nellie whenever he could but i respect his need to do some 'him' things. i think we need to get better at date nights. for sure. kinda falling into a routine over here. maybe when theos done with the bachelor challenge'

Blake- 'yeah for sure'

🫦 What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

River- HIS FUCKING GLASSES,MAN. i do know KNOW what it is. but its them.. or like his little ass workout shorts he wears on the field sometimes when hes running practice. just jesusssssss fuck .

Blake- [grins] that long hair. like i can PULL that shit all night long. if we had to time to fuck [smirks]

River- [rolls eyes]

Blake- no for real . that long hair. just him tucking it back behind his ears. clear path to bite that neck just [chomping sound]

thank you for the ask love!!!!!! my sweet overwhelmed babes!

[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched - All Might (platonic)

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched Masterlist

2839 words

Warnings: unwanted touching, attempted assault, language, violence, vague mention of injury (let me know please if any need added)

Life as the daughter of the Number 1 hero was difficult. Especially, because you didn't know who you could trust and who was only out there to use you. So when the one person you loved most outside your dad was used against you by someone who works for your father, you shut down. You think that no one should see you down and out so you try to keep up facades even with your father.

Your best friend was the younger brother of Naomasa Tsukauchi, Akira. Since Detective Tsukauchi was close friends with your dad, you became friends with Akira, who was only a year older. You would think you could trust the people your dad works with but apparently not. A sidekick, Concussion, had accompanied your dad to UA and due to some foul play, was switched with Akira. Unfortunately, this sidekick had taken an unhealthy liking to you and was going to use this to his advantage.

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I rubbed my neck, lowly groaning from the training session I helped my dad with for Class 1A. I heard someone walking up behind me. I looked to see my dad in his skinny form. He gave me a loving smile.

"I'm sorry for the rough training, Sweetie." He set a hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright. I'm kinda used to it by now. I mean, I survived my first year and it's only going to get worse right?" I laughed. He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Plus, I have to make sure you are training Midoriya right and not overdoing it at the same time." I gave him a pointed look. He rolled his eyes but smiled.

"It's not all me! He tends to overwork himself! live immensely." We both laughed.

"It'll get better. It may get worse before it gets better but it'll get better." I gave him a side hug. He pulled me in tighter.

"Thanks Sweetie." He cradled my head. "You know I thought you were going to be upset with me for not choosing you for the successor."

"No, it's fine. I understand. I wasn't a right fit. It doesn't bother me. Midoriya is perfect for One for All."

"You sure?" He pulled back, looking at me unsure.

"Yes!" I chuckled. "You've told me the quirk chooses its users. You can't help who it chooses. It's nothing personal." He relaxed.

"Alright." We paused when someone out of sight called for him. He sighed before proofing into his All Might form. "I'll see you later. Dinner?"

"Yep. Bye!" I waved before running towards the 2nd year locker rooms. I took a quick shower before getting back into my uniform. The day was over but I didn't have any street clothes with me. I dug through my bag as I exited the locker room, looking for my phone. I groaned when I found it dead.

"Hey there, hottie." I looked up quickly to see Akira leaning against the opposite wall. He was smirking while looking me up and down.

"Akira. 3rd year locker rooms are that way." I moved in closer.

"Oh? Well, thank you for the directions. I'll be sure to remember that next time." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. I chuckled.

"Sure you will." I kissed him. He smiled against my lips and kissed me back hungrily. I pulled away reluctantly. "Come on. Let's go to the spot."

"Yeah. Let's go." He pushed away from the wall, grabbing my hand. We walked quickly. We were about halfway across campus when he suddenly stumbled.

"Akira?" he grabbed his head, stumbling back into a wall. He was wincing in pain. "Akira! What's wrong?! Hey..."

"Shit..." I cupped his face while he seemed to be calming down. I checked him over, seeing if he had any visual wounds on the outside.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" He nodded and after a few seconds, he was able to pry his eyes open. They were hazed over for a moment before he blinked them clear. His pupils were almost shaking as his eyes refocused. "There we go. Just breathe."

"Ouch. That hurt." He groaned while I rubbed his temples.

"What was that?" I asked softly. He seemed to remember I was there and focused on me. He smiled and set a hand on my hip.

"Um, a sudden headache. I must have moved too quickly or overdid it in training. I'm alright." I let my hands fall to his shoulders.

"You sure?" I rubbed circles with my thumb on his neck.

"Yeah. I'm sure. Come here." He reached up, cupping the back of my neck before pulling me forward. He kissed me fiercely and sloppily. It was sudden and I couldn't keep up with his pace.

"Hey!" I pulled away. He tried to chase my lips but I pushed him back with a hand on his chest. "Not in the hallway, remember?" Confusion flashed in his eyes but was quickly replaced by excitement again.

"Right. Right." I chuckled before pulling him along. An alarm bell went off in the back of my head but I shook it off.

3rd POV

All Might was going over some performance reports for some students with Aizawa and Vlad King. He was just about to let his form change when his sidekick walked in. He took a big breath, holding on a little longer.

"There you are, Concussion. I thought you may have left for the day." All Might greeted. When he didn't get a reply, he looked up. Concussion was standing nervous and fidgety. "Something wrong?"

"Um, yeah there is." He said after a moment. All Might set down his papers to give him his full attention. The sleepy hero next to him even perked up.

"Okay. What is it lad?" Concussion took a moment to gather the right words.

"I'm not Concussion, Yagi-san." The two heroes shared a look. "I'm AkiraTsukauchi, Yagi-san."

"What?"

"It's true. One moment, I was walking with Y/N down the hall and the next I was hit with a headache. I close my eyes for one second and when I was somewhere else in Concussion's body."

"So, you're saying that my sidekick, who I don't trust near my child due to his obsession with flirting with my child, is in your body with my child somewhere, alone? And Y/N doesn't know?" All Might asked. Concussion's head nodded. The smile dropped off of All Might's face. In a low, dark voice he asked, "Where?"

Y/N's POV

Akira was acting like an animal. As soon as we made it to the storeroom he was on me. He picked me up and sat me on a desk, wedging himself between my legs. There was barely any time before he was leaving marks on my neck.

"Hey, slow down." I chuckled. Hiking my leg over his hip, I leant my head to the side so he had more room. "Don't I get a turn? You're hogging your lips."

"Well, we can't have that can we?" He brought his face up to mine. The sound of his voice was off but I played it off as lust. As his lips met mine, I wrapped one arm around his neck while I trailed my other hand down to his tie. I youred it off before unbuttoning his shirt One handed.

"Damn. Always so hot." I said against his lips. I pulled back from the kiss only to push him away. He stumbled back and landed on his butt. I didn't let him even move before straddling his lap, hands roaming everywhere. I attacked my lips to his collarbone.

"Damn, darlin'. Impatient?" I froze as his words registered in my head. It wasn't just the words themselves, It was the nickname 'Darlin' and the accent drawl that went with it that definitely not Akira's normal voice . I pulled back slowly, removing my hands from him. There was only one person that fit both those bills. "What? Say somethin' wrong?"

"Concussion?"

"Yes, darlin'?" My blood went cold as his face paled in realization. "Fuck."

"You pervert!" I screamed. I scrambled off his lap and turned to run for my bag. I didn't get far when he grabbed my ankle and twisted, yanking me off my feet. There was a pop in my ankle, shooting pain up my leg. He crawled onto the back of my legs, grabbing my wrists. I felt Akira's tie being tied around my wrist. "Get off me!"

"No chance darlin. I have been wanting this ever since the first time I saw you in your dads office. I'm not lettin’ this chance go to feel you body fully." I grimaced as I struggled against the bonds.

"Disgusting piece of shit." I snapped. He turned me over and slapped me across the face. I glared at him and went to kick him but he pinned my legs down. He leant down and brushed his lips over my ear.

"Face it. You're stuck. No way out. So just let it happen." He whispered in my ear. His hand trailed my bare stomach and messed with the waistband of my bottoms. I started to struggle more as he tried to pull them down. He moved off me to pull them down and I took the chance. I kicked him broadside on the head. "Ah!"

"That's what you get." I mumbled as I wiggled away.

"You bitch!" His glare was deadly, it was hitting harder since it was Akira's face.

"Stay away from me." I growled.

"Not a ch..."

"y/N!" The door burst open and we both turned to see my dad. I turned to Concussion to see him pale as a ghost.

"Fuck." He muttered. Aizawa and Concussion's body stormed in behind my dad. As they closed in on him, I was finally able to get the tie off my wrists. A rock settled in the pit of my stomach.

How could I let him deceive me? How could I let him get me like this? I thought to myself, beating myself up. I flinched as I heard Akira's voice yelling out disgusting things and profanities. I jumped when I heard someone kneal next to me. Glancing over, I saw my dad reaching for me. My stomach turned at the thought of him comforting me.

"I'm fine." I pushed my dad away, not being able to handle his worrying over me.

"Sweetie..." I got up, flinching as I put pressure on my hurt ankle. I turned away from him, wiping the tears from my face. I didn't want anyone to see me torn.

"They were all over me first!" I flinched at the exclamation.

"Only because I thought you were..." I went to yell back but just the sight of him and the thought who was actually behind those eyes cut me off, bile rising in my throat. I bit my lip, turning away. "I'm going to Recovery Girl..."

"You were enjoying it regard..."

"I suggest you stop talking, Concussion." I heard my dad say firmly.

A little while later, I sat on a bed in Recovery Girl's office. I had one knee held to my chest while my other leg was propped on a pillow with an ice pack on my ankle. My head was leaning on my knee, on the verge of dozing off.

"Sweetie..." I jumped from the sudden voice next to me. I lifted my head to see my dad. My eyes stung as tears tried to force their way up. I turned away, sucking in a sudden breath. "Oh darling."

"Don't." I forced the words out past the lump in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Y/N, please look at me."

"No." I shook my head. He sighed before sitting next to me.

"Alright. At least listen to me." He set his hand on my shoulder. "Just because your All Might's child, doesn't mean you have to be strong and unaffected by everything that happens to you. You're also Toshinori Yagi's child, my child. My child who is allowed to be a scared kid. Someone who is allowed to break when they've been hurt badly."

"But..."

"No buts. You don't always have to be the Number 1 hero's daughter. Let yourself not be okay. Sweetie, Please." The air around us was tense and I peaked over my shoulder at him. "It's okay to break, especially after that. Don't hold it all inside."

"Daddy!" The dam finally broke and I burst out in tears. I let him gather me in his arms as I broke down. He didn't try to shush me but consoled me as best he could.

"I should have fired him as soon as he even flirted with you. I should have...It won't happen again Sweetie. He will be arrested as soon as the two switch back."

"How did this even happen? Akira was with me!" I choked.

"Concussion struck a deal with a villian that used their quirk to switch the two. It didn't matter where either was at, as long as the villain had a personal item from both parties." The explanation made me cry more.

"So could there have been other times that it was Concussion and not Akira?"

"It could have happened but Concussion claims it was only this one time and Akira doesn't remember any occurrences like this." I blindly reached for the tissues on the nearby table. Dad reached over and plucked one for me. "Here you go."

"Thank you. That's good to know." I blew my nose while leaning against his chest. Even in his skinny form, dad was a tall man.

"Did he do anything to you?" There was an unspoken part to that question. I thought about how to answer.

"A little. Most everything happened before I realized it was Concussion." I tossed the tissue away.

"Like what?" I flinched not wanting to talk about it but I knew it was for the best.

"He slapped me and tied me up. He hurt my ankle too." I pointed to my propped ankle. "He was able to actually touch me before you came in."

"Thank god." He hugged me tight. I nodded slightly. "How did you realize it wasn't Akira?"

"His voice. I don't know if you noticed but even in Akira's body, he had his accent drawl. He also called me Darlin which Akira doesn't do because I don't like the nickname due to Concussion."

"Oh, I didn't notice. I guess I was seeing too much red to pay attention to that detail." He pet the back of my head as I finally started calming down. He got a phone call and I went to pull away but he didn't let go. "No it's alright. Hello?"

"Okay." I whispered as I stayed put. I tuned his and his conversation out, hearing him use his "business" voice as I called it. It always told me that he was on the phone for hero business or something similar.

"Thank you, Tsukauchi. I'll ask them if they want too." I perked up at the name. I pulled back as he hung up. I cocked my head in silent question. "The two were switched back and Concussion was taken into custody. Hero license revoked permanently."

"Okay." I looked down at my hands. "Akira?"

"He's okay but really upset. He feels responsible."

"Why? He didn't do anything, nor could he control what happened."

"Since it was his body, he feels like he played a part."

"Yeah, an unwilling one!" I exclaimed, wiping leftover  tears from my face. "Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"Slow down! He is with his brother right now. You need to sit and rest. You and both know you need time no matter how strong you are. You can see him soon but for now, rest." He took my hand. Taking a big breath, I agreed.

He got up to go talk to Recovery Girl for a few minutes. I noticed he had brought my bag with him and reached for it. I took out my phone and charger to plug it in, letting it charge for a moment before turning it on. Upon waking up, there was a text from Akira. I smiled and felt more tears come to my eyes, but happy ones this time.

"Here." A water bottle was held out in front of my eyes. I looked up to see dad holding it out.

"Thanks." I set the phone aside before taking the bottle. I drank quietly for a minute.

"Everything will be okay." He said softly.

"I know." I smiled up at dad. He returned before a glint went through his eyes.

"Now, do we need to have a talk about why you and Akira had a "spot" you two disappeared too?" He used air quotes to enunciate the word. I blanched and he smirked. "Well?"

"Umm, well, you see...shit."

"Uh huh. That's what I thought." He turned around and I scrambled for my phone.

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[samkerrworshipper]

This is ungodly long and I’m so sorry in advance 😭 I’m also ridiculous late sending you this, but I still thought you deserved to hear it.

I was initially a little hesitant about reading “beautiful girl”, just because I’m not really a Leah/Jordan reader usually, but I adore your works so I figured I would give it a try!

RIGHT from the first three paragraphs of the first part, I already was ready to cry. I knew this was going to seriously test my emotions in the best way (and I did end up being correct!)

“Babies learnt to self soothe by being left to cry, teenagers learnt to self soothe through pain” like nope I can’t deal, you absolutely knocked it out of the park with that 😭

R’s whole thought process in the first chapter is equal parts heartbreaking and fascinating at the same time. The way you chronically the descent into a deeper addiction is SO well done, having her go from getting high at night to doing it during the day, and how that all spirals within the span of just a few paragraphs needs to be STUDIED!

“Hoping the patting [of the towel] would somehow strip the pain that was painted across your skin, it didn’t” from part two my LORDDD. The whole conversation between r and Jordan in that part is genuinely so heartbreaking. It’s clear that Jordan still loves her daughter, but everything has just fallen apart to the point where it doesn’t feel like it can be fixed. R being unable to see Jordan’s care because of the fact that she’s completely fallen through the cracks, on top of having this huge mental spiral is perfect into continuing to introduce the reader into the story.

Leah finding out about the weed in part three, and r’s kinda trying to deny but not really had my interest piqued. As though she kind of wants Leah to find out about it, a cry for help, even if she’s not admitting it to herself in the narrative SO fascinating. How you write addiction is so raw and poignant because you don’t shy away from the difficult shit, you simply leave it to fester further and further and the story is so charged and has so much more emotion because of it.

“It took you back to a time when you’d made Leah check under your bed everynight for the monsters under your bed, now though she was looking for the monsters in your head, the monsters that had turned her little perfect girl into whatever you were now” I WAS GAGGED I don’t even have words I…like I truly don’t know what to say other than I’m obsessed with these one liners you’re dropping like bombs throughout the story!

Listening to so long London during part four was quite possibly too much for me to bear? And then I listened to it as I read the rest and I was like what if I’m just ready to end it all? Right now?

Maya’s relationship with r is incredibly twisted and convoluted especially in part four, really showcasing this idea of love even in the worst forms. The way that she completely invalidates r’s fears and pressures her while r still manages to cling to this idea that Maya does love her is so artfully constructed. Its clear Maya is so deeply engrossed in all of this her entire perspective on life is flipped around (including her perception of love), and it’s both incredibly sad for her personally while still very dangerous for r. The theme of love in this is so strong and I was continually intrigued as I read to see how you choose to discuss love, both overall and from r’s perspective specifically.

I DONT THINK I CAN EVER SAY ENOUGH GOOD THINGS ABOUT PART FOUR ISTG 😭 The speech r gives to Leah and Jordan over the phone? The whole praise aspect of it that r has been craving for SO long, and the explanation about how the breakup was the catalyst for all of this? The TOY analogy at the end? Jesus fucking Christ what a knife to the heart.

Also I’m sorry I shouldn’t have laughed at “miss dump and run awakens” but the thought of a nurse actually saying that to a first time patient had me choking on my water 😭

The beginning of part five is so aching, the way r is still trying to run, has worked herself down to feeling nothing but panic and fear?And then Leah and Jordan come in and they just want her to be okay and are so worried about her? But still the fact that r feels as though she has to perform in order to be worthy of this love absolutely broke me. As I said before, your portrayal of addiction is amazing and so easily digestible, despite how heavy the topic is.

“Love to you, was a privilege, not something that everyone had extra of” 😀😀😀😀

The moment of shift in the conversation r has with Leah toward the end of part 5 is pulled off PERFECTLY, the dialogue between them back and forth is genuinely done so well. Your ability to write this mix of dialogue interspersed with r’s thoughts is executed masterfully, and leaves the story feeling whole and complete in the best way possible, even as you drag our hearts through unimaginable pain (it’s just too good not to read though 😫)

Part six is just…so fucking healing. Genuinely, again with the interspersing of dialogue with what has been happening the two month break is complete perfection. Even in just a single chapter you show this immense progress, the stopping of poor habits and thoughts and the shift toward something healthier, but still raw and real. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but it’s progress above all else.

The call back throughout the story of “beautiful girl” and really just the use of the word “beautiful” is a perfect motif, and every single time I saw it used I was like “YES!” because you knew exactly where to put it! This awesome balance of not adding it in there too much, but allowing it to ground the story when necessary.

Anyways…this is ridiculously long and I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t find it in me to delete any of it! Even if I’m a little late I wanted to be sure to let you know that I’m a big, big fan, and I wanted to thank you so much for writing it! Absolutely fabulous work as per usual for you 🩵

AHHH THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY

you’ve read like every part of my mind lol

i still have so much love for that series, it was my whole heart and soul for like two weeks and literally all i thought about and if i could i would write a hundred parts to it

this has actually made my day so much better and you are the sweetest and i love you and oh my gosh

[bitchyfoxymama]

Full Moon - Wolf!Peter x F!Reader

Warnings: injuries, chase scene, wolves

“I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you for taking me out” I say while Peter and I walk through the woods, hand in hand.

“I’d do anything for you, as long as you are happy. hey why don't we cut through here? Its a short cut that will get us to the car faster” he says while tugging me along gently kissing my hand.

“Are you sure we wont get lost? I don't want to have to spend the night in the woods”

“You trust me right?”

I shake my head yes while looking up at him with love in my eyes.

“Then trust that i know these woods like the back of my hand, we wont I promise”

We continue our small walk, talking about everything under the moon, we almost pass a beautiful clearing of wild flowers but I stop him, pulling him into the clearing with me.

“Lets take some pictures in this beautiful place, that way we can come back in the day time and maybe have a future date here.” I say while my back is towards the meadow. I’m about to pull my phone out of my pocket, a deep voice stops me.

“Well if it isn't Tony’s little mutt, oh and he brought a little plaything along. This will be fun” He says snarling his teeth. His eyes are a bright golden color with swirls of black in them, his teeth are sharp almost like a wolves teeth an he had sharp claws where his fingernails should be. Fear rises in my body, my feet dont want to move but Peter pulls me behind him.

“What do you want Eddie, we told your leader you aren't allowed in our area anymore, not after that youngling of yours caused a havoic.” Peter snarled.

“Yes, well we never got your punishment for hurting one of ours. I bet that little play thing of yours would make a wonderful addition to ours, give her to me and all will be forgiven. She smells so good. How could you keep her all to yourself? Oh I know, shes your mate, isn't she? ” he says smirking and walking towards us.

“What. Peter, what is he? What does he mean I’m your mate?” I ask eyes wide, fear coursing through my body.

“Y/n, when i say run, you run. You don't look back, even if you hear horrible sounds you keep running. Ill find you. I promise” he whispers to me.

“What about you? I wont leave you”

“Dont worry about me, just do as I say. Ill be fine, now run!”

The second the word leaves his mouth i begin sprinting deeper into the woods, thank god i worn converse. I hear tearing and growling, but i don't look back.

Running in the dark is difficult but running in the woods, while it's dark, is challenging. I feel a branch rub against my cheeks, little cuts are formed on my arms as I block the branches from hitting them on my face. I try to pull my phone out to give me some light. This distraction causes me to not see the root sticking out of the ground. I trip over it, landing on my ankle weirdly and hitting my head on the tree trunk.

“Fuck,” i moan as I touch my head. I try and stand but a shooting pain comes up my leg. I pull myself to a sitting position and lean against the tree trunk, i had hit my head against. Panic sets into me as i try to find my phone but it is no where near me.

“Shit, Peter, please be ok. I knew i shouldn't have left him. What the fuck was that guy? Why were his eyes like that? How did he know Peter? Who was Tony? Tony Stark?” All the questions swirled through my head as I sat there catching my breath and waiting for the pain in my ankle to stop.

A noise from the distance pulls me from my thoughts, my heart races.

“Shit, this is how I die. Alone, injured, and without Peter” I stare into the darkness as a rather large chocolate brown wolf walks out. The wolf is beautiful, there's this feeling of calm and safety that washes over me when we make eye contact. The wolf walks straight up to me and breathes in my face. I lean up to pet its head, his fur is soft, he smells like the forest, kinda how Peter smells. I stand up but wince, causing the wolf to whimper.

“Can you get me to help?” I ask while standing and leaning against the tree.

As if it can understand me it lowers its head signalling me to get on his back. I mount it and grip onto its fur. I lean my head against it’s back, so i don't get anymore scratches on my face as well as not getting motion sickness due to the speed it runs. We travel deeper into the forest, past the meadow where the danger began.

Minutes later we arrive at a different clearing, this one has a huge compound. It is at least 3 stories tall. It's white with windows adoring the walls. It's sleek and modern. It was the only building within the rather larger meadow. The brown wolf lets out a low pitched howl, the sound making my ear perk up due to the pretty sound, almost like music. Moments later a rather good looking, older man walked out of the house. He gives me an angered look, his eyes show golden specs before quickly going back to a natural brown. I stay put on the wolf's back not trusting the stranger.

Soon another man comes out, he's brunette and has a soft smile.

“You’re Y/n right? Peter here talks about you all the time” he says looking up at me while removing his glasses.

“How do I know I can trust you guys, the last time I met a stranger just a few seconds ago he almost took me.” I say staring the two down.

“Well, we're Peters family, my name is Bruce and the grumpy man in front is Tony Stark” he says, “You are safe with us”

Skeptical still, I gently slid off the wolf’s back and into Bruce's awaiting arms. He places his hands on my waist to steady me while I lift my injured ankle. The wolf turns towards us and growls, this causes Bruce to move his hands from my waist.

“Sorry” Bruce puts my right arm around his shoulder.

“Let's get you inside so that I can look at your ankle” he says as we begin the slow walk inside. I turn my head and see the brown wolf walk into the woods once more followed by Tony who was giving me the angered look.

“So, Y/n what happened that caused you to injure your ankle?” Bruce asks while leading me to a couch in front of a fire.

“Well, Peter and I had just been on a date, we walked through the forest. I found a meadow and this guy who knew Peter, threatened him and Peter told me to run. I did and I was so scared, I tried using my flashlight on my phone, instead I tripped over a root I didn't see and injured my ankle, while also hitting my head on a tree," I say all in one breath.

Four more people come in and scatter around the room, one of them coming over to me.

“Hello, my name is Wanda” she says smiling as Bruce gently takes my right foot in his hands, he begins to take off my shoe and only then do I notice how swollen it is. I wince when he runs his finger over it.

“Good news is it isn't broken, now let me see your head.” I lower my head so he can take a look at it as well, “alright there’s a small bump but you should be fine. Clint can you go grab packs of ice for her ankle and head” he smiles at me. Clint comes back and hands me the ice packs with a smile on his face.

“Hi, my name is Clint, it is very nice to finally meet you Y/n.” a man who has the personality of a golden retriever introduces himself to me.

“Im Bucky, it's good to put a face to the name finally” a man with a metal arm smiles warmly.

Just as I'm about to reply to them Peter and Tony from earlier come walking in.

“Y/n, are you ok?” he says kneeling in front of me and placing my face in his hands, only then do i notice the cuts and torn clothes.

“I’m fine but what about you? I should have stayed with you”

“No, i’m glad you did as i told you. Look Y/n there’s something I need to tell you about me, the real me.” he says while sitting next to me on the couch, “All those fairytales you grew up with, werewolves, vampires, fairies, sirens, mermaids. They're all real and I am one of them. We are one of them. We are werewolves. This is my pack, we call ourselves the Avengers”

“So that means that big brown wolf that brought me here was you right? Also why did he give me a dirty look” I say looking at Tony who is at his bar pouring himself a drink.

“Yes that was me, also tony is weary of humans knowing about us, but I assured him that you could be trusted.”

“Ok, this is great, um so about that guy who almost kidnapped me, what happened to him?”

“We took care of him, he went back to his pack with his tail between his legs, you however need to keep this secret between the nine of us from now on.” Tony says while walking towards me, “i'm trusting you because you are Peter’s mate, which means you are also a part of this family.”

I look towards Peter, a blush creeping its way onto my face. I smiled at him, “So I'm your mate huh?”

“Yes, ever since i saw you in the cafe, Y/n I love you” he says while rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

“I love you too, Peter but what if they want to retaliate again?” I say looking towards Tony.

“Well we’re ready and waiting, why don't you stay here for the night? The guys can bring your car here.” he says.

“Come on i'll take you to my room,” Peter says while standing and picking me up bridal style.

“You know love is strange, messy and complicated. I hear its that way, even if you arent dating a werewolf.” I say while kissing his cheek

A/n: yall getting fed tonight! 3rd post of the day/night hehe

[hannahs-fieldnotes]

Vision Board

Notes:

Find a best friend. This goal is probably the most important to me but also the most difficult. I have a hard time with people. Hugging – even family – is really hard for me. I am super shy and there is no one I am really close to. I do have people I consider friends, but even with them, I am not at ease. This has always been the case. I don't know why. Not sure how, but I will try to force myself to form relationships with people I admire and maybe i will find someone i can trust, talk freely with and take on any adventure without worry.

I really want a group of friends I can hang out with, have fun and just feel like i belong. Right now when i am invited to group events i have a hard time talking, i feel clumsy, boring and like an outsider.

I want to eat healthier. This is probably one of the standard goals everyone has on their lists. Right now, I have no discipline or rules. I want to learn more about what I am consuming and its effects on my body and the environment. One of the main goals is to gain control over my sugar addiction. Another goal is to eat and drink more things i really love (like fresh orange :drool:) - even if they are more expensive and/or take more effort to prepare.

I definitely need to drink more. I've always had a hard time staying hydrated because I don't get thirsty often. I can go a day without drinking, only realizing I need to water when I have a headache the next day. I need to work on tracking my water intake and make it a habit to drink regularly, as it doesn't come naturally to me.

More city trips. I want to explore my country and Europe a bit more next year. I plan to do some short city trips, either alone or with a friend. On my list for this year are Paris, France, and Prague, Czech Republic. Additionally, I'd love to visit Mont Saint Michel, Barcelona, Chamonix, and many more. This category also includes attending events like concerts and festivals. Do you maybe have any beautiful city suggestions in Europe for me?

I want to go on a sailing adventure. My family already owns a very small boat, and I've been a few times with a university club, but I haven't learned much yet. My goal is to get the license and knowledge to steer a small dinghy and spend at least one summer traveling with it. While I might not be able to take lessons or sail this year, I can already work on the theoretical knowledge needed, mainly navigation and knots, to pass the exam.

Spend more time outside (in nature). Since I spend so much time on the computer and on my phone, I want to work on going outside more. I have a hammock I used to sleep in outside – maybe I can start doing that again. I also want to go camping more frequently, even just for a weekend to prepare for upcoming big hikes like e.g. E4.

Take more pictures. I used to take my camera everywhere and often visit locations because I heard they would be beautiful. At some point last year I stopped taking pictures. I think it was a good habit, since it also helped me remember all the cool stuff i did.

I will also go running again outside. Another activity i kinda stopped doing at some point but miss. Right now i am working on a training routine which will hopefully prepare me to run a half marathon again in a few months.

Adopt a dog. My dream is to one day adopt a dog. When I looked for puppies last year, I fell in love with a big white "ice bear". I wanted to call her Greta. Right now, a dog does not fit into my life, but maybe I can prepare. I will try to help out at the local animal shelter and work on passing the exam that will allow me to own a big dog.

Be more conscious about the environment. I see all the terrible things happening in the world and also how much trash I create. I know there is a lot more to do, but I will try to think about ways to make the world a better place starting with my own life.

Read more and stay up-to-date with what's going on in the world. I recently started reading books again and want to make it a habit. I will also try to stay informed by reading news articles now and then. If I can afford it, maybe I can subscribe to a daily news website.

Find a home. Right now i don't have a place i feel safe and at home at. My goal is to move into my own place with my boyfriend. I also need to organize and declutter my stuff which is all over the place and pure chaos atm. Let me know if you're interested in a post about this journey.

Get a job in the field I love and improve my skills. I finished my university degree this summer. I haven't found a job yet but hope I will soon.

Take notes and be more creative. I have a sketchbook and a list of creative things I want to learn/try out. Also, this blog is something I always wanted to start. I hope you like it, and I hope I will be able to keep posting! Feel free to dm me anything you think I could do better or let me know your thoughts in general ♡.

What are your goals this year and how does your vision board look? I am wayy too curious...

[v3nusxsky]

With every case

*Authors note| this is my first time writing for Emily Prentiss but god I'd be lying if I said I didn't love her character.I will write how she was intended to be so this will be Emily x fem reader. Hope you all enjoy. Feel free to send requests or prompts for this beautiful women.*

Trigger warnings~ mentions to season for episode 3

Prompt~ all I can say is this was inspire by the song "ceilings by Lizzy McApline"

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What could you say about the absolutely stunning Emily Prentiss? She has won your heart the night you met. The memory one of your favourites, you had decide to walk off the frustrations of your work day, teaching really could be exhausting and after a particularly difficult day you wished for a little peace. A stroll in the nearest park with a hot chocolate sounded wonderful, so that's exactly what you did. You must have got lost in your own mind, because you absolutely did not see the women you bumped into. Your hot chocolate finding its way all over her crisp white blouse. In a flustered panic you looked down in horror not only noticing the mess you had made but how deliciously tight the blouse was, paired with a blazer and some black slacks held up by a side buckled belt. The outfit compliments her raven locks perfectly. You can't help but notice the formal attire suggesting she could be someone of importance. You instantly start to apologise to the women for your clumsiness and offer to pay for the dry cleaning bill.

You're kinda cute

That night Emily had been feeling amazing, just catching the unsub who had the team working like crazy for days. She was heading home to Sergio and for a rest, but instead she bumped into you. Her fault really, on her phone shooting a text off to Garcia about some files when the collision occurred. She thought she'd be mad, but the look of your clearly panicked face somehow took the anger away. You were adorable. And suddenly her plans changed.

That night you had gone to get another drink, Emily joining you and you both strolled around the park together, sometimes chatting and others in a comfortable silence. It was lovely to be strolling around with Emily, the rain started to fall and you couldn't help but groan, you had to walk back to your apartment before you were soaked to the bone. With another apology and exchange of numbers you parted ways.

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

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From that night, you and Emily had texted back and forth, you found out that she was a member of the BAU and that made meeting up extremely hard, but after a few months you had become official. Neither of you could be happier, although you would always worry when Emily was away on a case. Never knowing if she would be hurt or even worse killed. But it was her job, her team and you could see the love she holds for them. Each member holding a special place of her heart. While she was away you went to check on Sergio for her and he provided you with comfort when she couldn't.

This one particular night, Emily had the night off, you were both snuggled up in bed, Sergio resting in the middle of both of your legs sleeping. A show running in the background as you soaked up each others affection and presence. Finally at peace with Emily home and safe.

It was the ringing of her phone that popped the bubble. Duty calls. You watched as her face fell, you knew this would be a bad case. Instantly she was up and racing to get ready for work with you following on her tail. She hung the call up and managed to briefly explain, she was going to meet the team at the air craft so she had some time, not a lot but more than what she would've had. You offered to drive her, desperately trying to spend every ounce of time with her you could. She accepted and as you drove she never took her gaze off you. "Em? Are you profiling me right now?" You chucked slightly forced as you attempted to hide your sadness at the situation.

"I don't want to leave you Y/N, but I have to go duty calls" she murmured moving her hand to cover yours that lay on the gear stick. You nodded and mumbled "I know Em. Just stay safe for me yes? Come home to me Emily." Your voice wavering on the last few words, a dead give away to your emotions. You pulled up outside of where the air craft was. The team all ready and waiting, you were expecting her to hurry out the car without a second glance. Yet Emily Prentiss was always full of surprises, she gently held your chin and guided her lips to yours. It was over before it had even started, with a mumbled promise to return and one more quick peck to your lips she was gone. Running off head first into danger, you knew she'd lay her life down on the line for any of her team, truthfully you had become close with the team and didn't wish any of them to be injured but knowing Emily would throw herself in front of them in the face of danger scared you. You can't lose her. You love her, you love her and you'd never even told her yet. No she had to come home to you.

And I don't wanna leave but I have to go

Then you kiss me in your car and it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

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This case seemed to drag on for days. Those days turning into weeks. You managed to grab a few spare minutes with Emily before she was rushed off into the field. You lay in your bed reminiscing how her touch felt, how she would hold you and whisper the most beautiful heartfelt words as you fell asleep. In those moments it's was just the two of you, lovely to just lay together and bask in the comfort you provided each other.

Lovely to just lay here with you

You're kinda cute and I would say all of this

ButI don't wanna ruin the moment

Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

But it's over

The news playing for background noise caught your attention in that moment, the case Emily was working. An FBI agent in the building with the unsub. Your heart dropped instantly knowing it would be Emily. Your phone ringing was the confirmation. Garcia was given the job of informing you, reassuring you that the team would get her. That she would come home to you. But the fear that this was all over was too strong. You can't lose Emily now.

For days you waited to know she was safe, back home in your arms. Each passing day your mind was concocting different scenarios where she was mortally wounded or worse. Dead. What would life be without her? You didn't want it. You wanted Emily safe, with you, forever. To drive home together, to love each other and one day make her your wife. And that's the thoughts that pulled you into a restless slumber.

Then you're drivin' me home

And it kinda comes out as I get up to go

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

But it's not real

And you don't exist

And I can't recall the last time I was kissed

It was the keys in the door that pulled you from your slumber. Tears stained your cheeks and sobs wrecked your body. She was gone. All you had is the memories of her lips on yours, you both tangled in bedsheets or holding her hand strolling around the park. Spilling your drink on her that very first night.

And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before.

A pair of arms wrap around your shaking form and the familiar scent engulfs you. Emily! You scramble to see her gasping in shock at her condition. "It's worse than it looks angel" she murmurs as she wipes the stray tears from your cheeks, "I've missed you. I'll always come home to you no matter what" she promised with a kiss on your lips. Unsure if you were dreaming, if she was real, your hands sought out her cheeks, gently cupping them carful of the bruising. "God Em, what happened? It was you wasn't it?" You whispered already knowing the answer. She nodded before nuzzling into your palms. "Me and Reid yes. I did it to protect him Y/N and It was my choice and I would choose it again. You protect family. Did Garcia call?"

"She did" you confirmed still drinking in her presence. She was really home. "They got the message" she sighed almost relieved that they had followed her wish. You couldn't help but surge forward and pull her into a gentle kiss. "I love you Emily Prentiss" you mumbled against her lips. The smile that spread across your lips when she said it back made all of this worth it. Your story wouldn't be perfect and you knew that. But knowing you loved each other made it worth while.

Word count~ 1589

[creature-wizard]

(CW: This post is talking about exposed fraud Lauren Stratford/Laurel Rose Willson's book Satan's Undergound, in which she claimed to have experienced CSE and satanic ritual abuse. There will be some pretty dark topics discussed, so feel free to skip this post/thread if you're not up to it.)

Stratford claims that she started repressing her memories after Victor kicked her out of the cult, though it's not clear exactly how much she's supposedly repressed.

Stratford also claims that many members of the satanic cult had been given spirit guides from Satan, and that while many of them seemed fond enough of their spirit guides, one woman was afraid that her spirit guide would kill her if she ever disobeyed its commands.

She claims that after leaving the cult, the satanists sent her a spirit guide, who took the form of a kindly, motherly woman, who was apparently sent to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't... do anything the cultists didn't want.

We also have another oddity in the story. Earlier, Stratford had claimed that she'd been given drugs to keep her under the control of the pornographers. But now that she's been sent away from the cult, there's no mention of needing any sort of detox or rehab or anything.

In fact, she claims:

I finally managed to finish my college credits and graduate. I had no trouble getting good jobs. My college work was broad enough to qualify me for a number of professional positions.

Not that she isn't having troubles. Her trauma makes it difficult to work in counseling positions, and for some reason Victor is stalking her, even though... he discarded her?

She claims that:

Obscene phone calls, threatening notes, and the stress and pressure of my latest job would build once again. I also began to feel the inevitable accumulation of the years of physical abuse. I became too tired and was fast becoming too ill to keep running. Finally my body gave out and I was hospitalized.

But yeah, like, the whole drug thing just goes unmentioned here. No mention of withdrawal symptoms or anything.

She claims that she was "hospitalized off and on for treatment of a chronic and life-threatening disorder that was possibly triggered by my years of abuse." Strangely, she doesn't name the disorder, though she mentions that it caused pain. Then she says that the hospital had a social worker take her through guided imagery sessions. During her session, she supposedly remembers some of her repressed childhood memories.

Stratford claims that her spirit guide's behavior changes, becoming abusive and threatening. She basically tries to stop Stratford from uncovering her memories, because this would somehow free her from the cult.

She claims that the process of uncovering her memories leads to severe panic attacks, and blames her speeding on Satan. She reaches the "how can I, a Christian, be unable to deal with this Demon Problem??" stage, which is also a thing that happened in The Satan Seller.

She apparently gets her answer when she learns - for the first time, apparently - that Satan was already defeated at the cross and the only power he has over her is the power she lets him have. Somehow, she apparently missed this one despite her mother taking her to church every Sunday.

Eventually she starts writing and speaking out about her alleged abuse and of course the satanists can't do anything about it because they never existed in the first place because the Lord is protecting her.

Oh, and in the next chapter, Stratford is about to drop some new info about her life in the cult... info that it seems kinda odd she didn't mention before, almost as if she's making shit up as she's going along.

She now claims that she gave birth to three babies while she was in the cult.

[fantasmafanta]

chipspeech rambles so i dont explode

hi this is prolly gonna be a long post that makes no sense srry i just need to brainrot dump. but most important thing if ur not weird and you like chipspeech PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE dm me here so i can give you my discord or instagram where i am actually active more ahhhhhh.

ok anyway blue robots woohoo. these little bastards have been stuck in my brain for like a month now and its just gotten worse. the cool thing about chipspeech is it like doesnt entirely go with the rest of the vocal synth/vocaloid fanbase but rather than being its own seperate things its like this neat little extension of it in like multiple ways. it not only is just a really cool software that tried a lot of new cool things that we dont really see with like vocaloid and synthv and stuff but it also kinda shows the history of how we got to the point of modern vocal synth software in a cool way! even if you dont dive into it like i have you still get the basic “oh well voder was made in like 1939 and it had to be operated by hand how cool” and like through chipspeech you kinda get to see the evolution of how we got to where we are now and i think that thats really neat. 

but then if youre a nerd like me you get to have a ton of fun diving into all of the history and cool old tech stuff. liking chipspeech has made me find a new interest in old computers/tech/software/videogames do i fully understand how they work? hell no! do i love looking at them and having them explained to me by some dude on youtube? hell yeah!! and like its just so cool to go in and research the machines/softwares that inspired the chipspeech bots because even though its difficult sometimes you get to see these advances made and how each one differs from each other in how it was made, how it was operated, its function, etc. and thats SO. FREAKING. AWESOME. like dude have you seen the video of one of the tests for the votrax?? (the one that bert gotrax is based on) if you havent basically it was made so that people with disabilities so they couldnt talk could have conversations over the phone. they tested it by trying to order a pizza using only the software. it took like 3 tries before someone took them seriously and they got the pizza. and the moment they were like “yeah deliver that to the msu computer center” i got so excited cuz that just felt so badass!! like put yourself in their shoes, its 1974, you’re testing your new speech program, and it finally worked. a room full of people, a camera, a news broadcast (iirc), theyre all watching you struggle to order this pizza and then you finally do it and get to tell them to deliver it at the lab you just proved your intelligence to and fehjvddsujfs i cant explain my thinking but DUDE its just so cooooooolllllll!!!!!!! 

but like yeah i need to rant cuz in one of my lovely friend’s words i need to “GET THESE QUEERS OUT OF MY BRAIN!!” (a silly thing my irl said) also like i love the way the voices sound. like yeah sometimes i have no clue what theyre saying but thats not the point of chipspeech!! like vosim has such a nice buzzy voice and like dee no matter their range just sounds so.... great. i dont even know how to describe it it just makes my brain sooooo happy. like sam to most people would be like static weird... idk man but i loooove the staticky sounds theyre just so neat. but its so hard to find nice chipspeech covers/songs. luckily im starting to find how to discover chipspeech stuff but its still so difficult :(

and like fanart and general fan content toooooo how do i find it?? i think the answer is i dont but that makes me sad. cuz the twitters are no longer active and its never been very popular so it doesnt seem like we get much. and literally the only discord server for chipspeech is run by... not-so-great (from what ive seen/heard) people in the fanbase. even if the main accusations arent true it still seems to be a safe space for proshippers which makes me feel icky sooo. help. 

anyway im not re-reading through this so like sorry its so long and makes no sense i just need to get chipspeech thoughts out. if you like it PLEASE TALK TO ME!!!! im losing my mind ahhh

[staysaneathome]

The Self-Preservation Society (2)

Des is tired.

The Thing’s been carrying him on its back for ages since they got out of the Underground station.

Des would fall asleep against it, but all the flashing lights and loud people and the backpack jostling against him keep stopping him and the Not!Daddy and poofy teenager are still out there chasing them, and Des is so tired and he wants to go to bed.

The Thing shifts him slightly higher on its back as it hoists itself over a wall.

It puts a finger to its lips to hush him as it gently brings him around, running bent double with him clutched against its chest until it enters a large building with lots and lots of books, ducking in and out of rooms until it reaches one with a computer. Then it stops and lets him down, at long last.

Des yawns widely, plopping down onto the floor almost as an afterthought, his family crawling out of him with tired, slow-moving wings. “M tired. ‘N thirsty. Can I have a Fruit Shoot? Or a Freddo?”

The Thing pauses, then holds up both it’s hands in a “wait” gesture that Des recognizes from Mama whenever he’s trying to ask her something while she’s on the phone or cooking. It leaves the room.

He droops, head tilting forward ‘til it’s almost hit his chest and he jerks more upright again, eyes so heavy it’s hard to keep them open for more than a few seconds—

Then a thumping of disjointed footsteps startles him up, the fear helping to keep him awake as the Thing enters the room again, brandishing a purple Fruit Shoot and Cadbury’s chocolate bar victoriously in its hands with a wide smile.

Des prefers Freddo Frogs, or Fruit and Nut bars, but he remembers to not say so as he wolfs the chocolate bar down and pulls the nozzle of the Fruit Shoot out with his teeth so he can eagerly suck down the juice inside.

“Aa-a-ah.” He feels a lot better, afterwards.

His family look better too, crawling back in and out of him with growing energy, flapping prettily like they’re meant to. “That was suuuper tasty. Thank you…? I don’t know your name.”

The Thing, which has been sitting at the computer and clicking at things on it, jerks again. It glances at him, still smiling, then away.

It reaches for the backpack on the floor, unzipping it and pulling out a notepad like the ones Mama keeps around the house for shopping lists.

It’s now got a pencil and is writing something down.

Des hopes it’s not anything too difficult. He’s one of the level B readers in his class at school, but he still needs Mama’s help with the harder words in English books.

The Thing eventually holds the pad out for Des to read.

“I-don’t-ha-ve-a-name.” He sounds out carefully. “It-was-tay-ken-from-me-by-the-Cir-cus. The Circus? But the circus is fun, it, it has clowns and elephants and lions and things! How can a circus take your name?”

At Des’ confused stare, the Thing grabs the pad back and begins writing. Once it’s done, it presents the paper again.

“Not-a-hu-man-Cir-cus.” He reads. “A-Cir-cus-for-things-that-pre-tend-to-be. So-they-can-catch-and-eat-them.”

“Things that pretend?” Des asks. “Like, like the man who’s not my Daddy?”

The Thing nods, eyebrows furrowed, its smile still there, but…unhappy, somehow. It reaches out slowly and puts a hand on Des’ head again.

He lets it, something inside his throat feeling cold and hard.

His Daddy got eaten by the Circus that pretends to be human but isn’t. He’s not here anymore, and Des isn’t sure he will be ever again. He sort of wants to cry, but for some reason his eyes aren’t getting wet.

Mama is going to be so sad.

His family flutter around him, whispering it’s okay, we’re here, we love you, even as the Thing keeps patting his head. It feels weird, but it’s…it’s kinda nice? Like the Thing’s trying to say that it’s sorry, even if it doesn’t have any voice.

“Is that what he was going to do to me?” He has to sniff a bit so his question isn’t all croaky. “Steal my name and voice too?”

The Thing bobs its head from side to side a bit before shaking it, leaning over to write something new for Des to read.

“No. The-Yuh-ee-er-k?-wa-n-ts-to-eat-up-your-li-ife-may-ke-you-not-you.” Des squirms unhappily, feeling his family flutter around him with whispers of beloved, ours, won’t let it, protect, care, love. “That’s scary. Did he take away your mouth too? Is that why you’re all bendy?”

The Thing shakes its head again, propping the pad on its knees so it can write and Des can see.

“Some-bo-dy-else-did-that-to-me.” He reads as it writes. “Took-my-name-and-my-voice-and-my-mem-or-ees-and-ev-ry-thing. But-I-ran-a-way-from-the-Cir-cus-be-for-they-took-what-s-left-of-me. I-wan-ted-to-help-you-so-they-do-n-t-hurt-you-like-they-hurt-me.”

“Thank you.” Des says slowly, because Mama’s taught him it’s important to thank people when they help him. “But I still need something to call you. I don’t like calling you ‘The Thing’ in my head all the time. ‘S mean.”

The Thing fidgets, drumming its fingers against its neck, before scribbling something else in smaller writing that’s hard to read.

“I-m-so-ree-but-I-do-n-t-have-one. I-am-12-years-old-if-that-helps.” Des gasps. “You’re twelve?!”

Twelve is—that’s five years older than him, at least. You can do so many things when you’re twelve that you can’t when you’re eight. You can stay up late and go to the shops on your own and drive a car and do taxes, and, and—!

“You’re so old.” Des tells the Thing. “Like, super suuuper old.”

The Thing jerks upright, a funny look on its face as it points at itself.

Since it’s so old, Des reasons, it needs to have a proper name. A respectable one, like Abuelita always says.

“I’m gonna call you Benjamin.” He decides with a nod. “That can be your name now.”

The newly dubbed Benjamin looks around, as if searching for something. Des doesn’t think they find it, because they slump over a bit and give a shrug.

It begins writing out another message along the very top edge of the paper, where there’s still a bit of space.

“Do-you-k-now-your-home-add-dress?” Des reads. “Yeah! My house is 4 Little Newts, Bishop’s Stortford.”

Benjamin gives a little nod, turning to the computer, tapping on the keys with one finger on each hand.

Des cranes his head to watch the screen with interest. Two of his sisters and one of his brothers land on it and begin to wander around, dazzled by the bright light.

The computer ends up on a bright blue screen, and Benjamin flips to a fresh page in the notepad, copying down things on the screen, words and numbers and weird, sketchy lines, faster than Des can read them.

“I-am-go-ing-to-get-you-ho-me. The-se-are-di-rect-tions” Des reads. “Really? You will?”

Benjamin nods, drawing a small cross over its chest with a finger.

Des throws himself at it in a hug, his family filling the air with their pretty colors as they dance with the joy that’s filling Des up to bursting.

Home! Home with Mama, and his family, and Abuelita, and his bed and his toys and Mr. Easto and Diya and Kayleigh and Milo at school and Maisy and Hugo at the playground! “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

Benjamin doesn’t seem to know what to do with a hug, because it’s arms are raised in the air.

Slowly, hesitantly it comes down to give Des another rub over the head. It’s smile seems a little smaller than before, but more…real? If that makes any sense?

There’s a crash that sounds like the time Des accidentally knocked Daddy’s favorite glass out of the dishwasher.

The Thi—Benjamin goes rigid, one arm locking around Des’ back and hoisting him up against its chest. The other arm slides the notepad back into the backpack and zips it up, slinging it over its back.

It’s smile has gotten big and scary again.

“Des~” Comes the voice of the thing that isn’t his Daddy. “I know you’re here, Des. Come out, come out, wherever you are~”

It feels like he can’t breathe.

His family cluster close, whispering intruder, predator, danger, watch out, be careful, protect beloved, protect, defend, protect.

“I know you’re here.” The Y-ee-rk that’s pretending to be his Daddy calls, it’s voice sounding echoey and wrong. “ I can feel how scared you are, Des. You are scared, aren’t you? So scared, to be stolen away by a Stranger. Taken faaar away from your Mama and Daddy. It is very scary, isn’t it?”

Benjamin is standing, clutching Des close as it edges out of the room and into the dark corridor on silent feet, despite how much Des very much doesn’t want them to, doesn’t want to leave the safety of the computer room even to get away from where the Not-Daddy-Yeerk is crooning, “But it’s alright, Des. I can feel your fear. I can taste it, on the back of my teeth. I’ll find you. I’ll always find you. And then we’ll fix you up, get all those nasty pests out of you. And you’ll be able to love your Mama, okay?”

Des can’t help it.

A small whimper escapes from him.

Benjamin stares down at him with wide eyes, even as he claps his hands over his mouth.

“There you are.” The Yeerk that ate his Daddy coos over Benjamin’s shoulder.

Des isn’t quite sure how Benjamin does it, but one moment they’re standing upright and the next one of their feet is slamming into the monster’s face, hard enough to send it spinning into the wall.

Then they’re running, going almost faster than a car as they tear down the corridor away from what isn’t Des’ Daddy.

The monster that, from his position looking over Benjamin’s shoulder, Des can see getting up, his body shifting and bubbling, face melting and limbs splitting and growing, chasing after them with too many faces, too many arms and legs and bodies, human and animal and toy and, and, and—!

One of Benjamin’s hands comes up to the back of Des’ head and pushes it down gently until all he can see is it’s shoulder.

Des doesn’t try to lift his head, burrowing closer to the nasty-smelling, scratchy fabric trying hard to forget what he saw, to not cry as the Yeerk-thing’s voice echoes around them as it howls, “GET BACK HERE, YOU TREACHEROUS LITTLE THIEF!!”

Des is beginning to feel sick with how scared he is when Benjamin shifts him around its body. He’s terrified for a moment that it’s decided to drop him to save itself.

Instead, Benjamin charges through the glass doors at the front of the building, head down and the backpack held up to act as an extra shield.

From his position practically on its back again, Des only feels small stings on his feet and hands. Benjamin shakes itself and the backpack, blood dripping down its head even as it shifts him back to the front, and keeps running.

The concrete garden area outside the front is pale in the moonlight. There are two big metal doors blocking them off from where Des can hear streets and cars and people.

Benjamin doesn’t even stop. Like a magic trick, it springs forward so Des thinks for a moment that they’re falling before it catches itself on one hand, flipping over and over and over, higher and higher until with a last push they’re flying, properly actually flying through the air, high above the gates and the cars and the people, and, and everything.

They land hard on the pavement, Benjamin rolling around Des like how he thinks Milo’s hamster must feel in its ball, rolling, rolling until it suddenly stops and Des is dizzy and terrified and tired with it all.

“H-hah!” Comes the voice of the poofy teenager in front of them. “I’ve, I’ve caught up with with you! Now, now let that little boy g—!”

Des promptly throws up.

His family pour out of his mouth onto the teenager’s shoes, almost all of them at once, so many that the floaty stuff goes away and he can feel his older brother again.

The one he’d thought was gone forever, crawling up his arm and inside his shirt to join all the others, leaving Des struggling not to cry with feelings of welcome back, you’re home, we’re home, together, all together, beloved—

The poofy teenager hops backwards as Benjamin scoops Des up again. “Urgh! Wait, what? But, I thought, you’re also—?”

The gates across the road SLAM open as the Yeer-not-his-Daddy-thing bursts through them with a roar that no one seems to notice.

“SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST!!” The poofy teenager screams.

Des gasps even as Benjamin begins running again, his family following along with them. “NO! You can’t say La Virgen’s name like that! It’s rude!!”

The poofy teenager, running next to them, shoots Des a wide-eyed look. “IS THAT WHAT WE SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUR RI-hff, riGHT NOW?!”

The poofy teenager doesn’t seem to be as fast as Benjamin, panting and sweating and slowing as the Yee-monster chases them all down the street and through several alleys.

Des thinks they should leave the poofy teenager behind, if they’re going to be so rude.

But Benjamin reaches out when the poofy teenager trips one more time, does a complicated catch-their-hand-spin-and-lift that ends up with the teenager sitting on Benjamin’s shoulder and clutching at their head.

It’s weird when they come to a stop outside of a big building with tall, big doors.

It’s not another train station which they can use to escape like last time, and the not Daddy is still chasing after them through all the winding streets and alleys, even if it is a bit farther away than before.

“A warehouse?” The poofy teenager asks, staring down. “Wh-why are we stopping outside a warehouse?! That thing’s still coming, we need to go.”

Benjamin raps four times on the door, then two times in rapid succession.

Des hears something shifting and moving behind the door, the rasp of brick on brick like when he, Hugo, Diya, and Maisy played at the abandoned building place behind the playground before Maisy’s mummy found out and yelled at them all to never do it again.

“Ready or not, Des~” The thing that isn’t his Daddy sing-songs, closer than Des wants him to be. “Ready or not,”

Benjamin knocks in the same way again, eyes wide and slightly wild.

“Ready or not,” And Des isn’t looking, hasn’t looked, has tried his best not to look since Benjamin pushed his head down, but the way the poofy teenager twists and gasps with big, frightened eyes tells Des he’s here, he’s here, he’s going to get him. “Here I COME!”

The doors in front of them BANG open.

Des jerks as Benjamin bursts into movement, racing inside.

His family cling to his nose and ears, whispering danger, danger, predator, enemy hive, blood, death, violence, predator, danger.

He doesn’t understand why they’re saying that, there’s nothing in here, just a big rubbishy room—

Something flies over Des’ head, past Benjamin’s ear.

There’s a yell of pain from the thing that isn’t his Daddy.

Des twists, trying to see what it was, where it came from, who threw it, when another flashes past the poofy teenager, making them yelp and lean away and almost fall off of Benjamin’s shoulder.

Des thinks that was, was a bit of metal?? A pipe or something, like when the radiator broke and the strange men had to come to the house and pull long metal things out of the walls.

Something else whistles on the other side of him and he twists in time to see his reflection in a bit of broken glass.

It’s shooting past him exactly straight, like an arrow in cartoons, not in the curvy way that the balls and frisbees thrown at the park do.

“Benjamin, what’s happening??” He yells. When Benjamin doesn’t answer, he frowns and slaps its chin. “Benji!!”

Benjamin still doesn’t answer.

But its eyes dart up to look at something behind Des, and leans forward, tucking Des and the poofy teenager as close as it can and going faster.

Des turns back around—

Glass and brick and pipes and metal and all the other rubbish on the floor of the large room are floating, lifting up and then flying through the air past them, at what’s not his Daddy.

In the air, there’s a boy hovering in place, sort of faded and see through.

His face looks so, so angry.

Worse even than Des’ Daddy when he was mad at him. The sort of angry that means someone’s definitely getting hit, instead of just yelled at.

The boy swells, sharp and hard things flying around him like the halo around La Virgen.

“GET the HELL OUT of MY GRAVE!!” He screams.

The lights explode, all the flying things shooting like arrows, all so, so, sharp and deadly and angry.

Des can’t help yelping, turning his face to hide in Benjamin as they run and run.

The poofy teenager’s screaming sounds silly.

The monster that ate his Daddy just sounds furious.

There’s the sound of doors slamming shut behind them, all the anger and hate muffled behind them as Benjamin keeps going, the sounds of the streets and the people almost quiet after everything in there.

[girlsbeingtheirbestself]

day 2 of doing your best 💓

hey guys! welcome back to day 2 of reaching our full potential and getting out of a rot.

ok so how did you find yesterday? if you have read yesterdays blog? 💓 idk abt you guys but i found it difficult to not pickup my phone and difficult in general but i felt less tired (even after all the exercise) and more happy and clean and confident. lmk in the comments how you felt and write it in your notebook/ journal! 

so guys we have a problem. i have exams coming up and rot + exams= fail. but we are getting out of the rot so i’ll tell you my best tips. for anything that i have to do but i dont want to i either pretend im in a tv show like rory gilmore studying for example or in a game like sims and pretend its my own house not my parents and i clean and feel grownup or i make an aesthetic for it or i pretend im a shopkeeper and i say to my customers ‘oh let me tidy the shop before you come in ‘ etc etc.

so the aesthetic one is super helpful and i have some aesthetics for you for days of the week that i found on pinterest that really helped me!

Monday: New week, new motivation, a pile of finished homework and a nicely organised pencil case. A clean, fresh bullet journal spread and empty to-do lists. Your outfit is ready for you when you wake up, prepared the night before.

Tuesday: Getting into the rhythm, your favourite tunes and morning runs. Your journal starts to fill up, cute drawings decorating the pages. The world seems slow, the week long as it has just started; yet it is chaotic at the same time.

Wednesday: Hump day. Early morning coffee and messy lecture notes, sticky notes with reminders and to-do lists, scribbling on white boards and collapsing in bed with blankets and a good book after a long day, the distant sound of rain hitting your windows.

Thursday: Grabbing brunch with friends and laughing at old memories, green smoothies and almond croissants. Friendly curious talks with your teachers and professors. Working on an assignment due weeks away and watching a movie by the fireplace.

Friday: Looking forward to the weekend, early morning study and typed notes. Going through colourful flashcards at a local cafe, friendly smiles and latte art. Going out at night and loud music blasting through your ears, walking home with friends under the cool air and peaceful stars.

Saturday: Green tea and cold water, warm showers and sleeping in. Readings and PowerPoints, looking out into the busy streets from your beautiful desk.

meeting with friends, engaging conversations during dinner and later crawling into the warmth and comfort of your bed.

sunday: lazy mornings and making pancakes in your pjs, finishing off homework and getting a head start on next weeks readings. dancing freely as you clean and organise and being comfortable in your own skin. doing your leftover homework for next week in comfy clothes with sade playing and rain hitting the windows. watching your favourite tv shows at night and going to bed early ready for the next week.

ok now for your routine for today! 

so hopefully you got a good nights sleep after yesterday. and wake up as early as you can but no earlier than 6 again! wake up, running shorts and baggy tee on again and run fast. it doesnt have to be far. just fast until your sweaty and tired and feeling wobbly and weak in your legs. walk back as soon as you feel that. now take deep breaths and stretch your body. drink water and then shower and tidy your room while playing your fav music and dancing and singing even if your terrible at it! then change into cute clothes and do your hair and makeup if you like that kinda thing (i just wear mascara and i sometimes style my hair) but do whatever suits you! then go downstairs and eat a healthy filling breakfast! then text your friends on messgaes or whatsapp WHILE STANDING. because i dont want either of us sitting scrolling our lives away ever again. then do whatever jobs you need/should do. if you have nothing, help your parents with something or deep clean your room. then meet with your friends for lunch. really listen to them. during a rot i generally just talk about myself if i meet up with people because i am too tired to pay attention. then when you get home think about what you spoke about. now eat a delicious dinner and, if you like baths, run a cosy bath just the way you like it with a tv show playing. my god you earnt it, you are doing so well if you have done up until here but how do you feel? because please, even if you are tired and not enjoying it please keep going, trust me you will feel better. before bed, hug your family and pets it will make you happy. then do your cosy nightime routine and settle into your bed at 9 / 10 LATEST and read until your tired and listen to a cozy sleep story and fall asleep.

alr guys that your routine! 

im so proud of you guys! i dont think anyone is reading this but yeahhh! if your struggling with anything feel free to message me 💓

ok let me know what other kinds of blogs you want 

lots of love xoxo

[aerick-cosmic-cauldron]

I need to f****** stop abandoning myself, and above all I need to f****** stop running from my problems, I haven't dealt with my grandma's death properly, I haven't dealt with My Mom's about-to-die situation properly... I'm isolating myself in my own mind again, I like to be inside my mind but I can't leave my sister alone in all this struggle.

I keep rotting in bed and I haven't even pushed myself to write these posts, which kinda help me put things in perspective... I have this weird idea that if I stop rotting in bed and go out in the world I'll lose sense of my sensitivity, of my emotions, of the intensity that characterize me. And I realized there's a hoax it's just my body trying to rest, but lying in bed like that doing nothing, is not intensity at all, I am betraying myself again by doing this, so I have to stop but I can't find the strength yet...

What I'm going to do next is: if I can't find the strength to do the things that I want to do then the minimum will be going out sitting in this chair and talk to the cell phone just like I'm enjoying right now this way at least I will be expressing myself I will be giving a voice to myself. It's not much at all but it's definitely a start.

I have to find the balance between being gentle with myself and pushing myself to do things that benefits me... I have to do a bare minimum and slowly adding more to it.

But I think I keep burning myself out I need to be careful. I'll have to decide what to do and what not. Especially regarding this Ter Stegen fan paga that I made, instead of doing highlights of every single match of him, I'll do of his debuts of his important moments, and of his best recent matches. He does inspire me a lot, but I'm going through so much right now, I just can't do it... But seeing how much hate he gets really frustrate me, it's so unjust for him...and I really like him a lot, I hate seeing him go through that.

Right now I'm in some kind of mall, a shop center, sitting in a cute brown little chair in the second floor, looking at the seaport , through a dirty window... I saw reflections of the men passing behind me, I realize Im so needed of male love, that my mind instantly started putting nice features to his shadowy faces. I gotta be careful of not doing this with Ter Stegen kskjsjsj.

But yeah, writing these posts definitely feels like cleaning my room, it's difficult but it's needed... Hopefully I keep this habit.

But now I feel so drained, so tired for doing this. Now I'm imagining discussing and debating with people. Probably I'm too cold or too sleepy but too disconnected from my body to feel it.

Idk what to do next, I think I'll eat something, maybe listen to music to inspire myself to do a Ter Stegen vs Kroos video. its gonna be late as hell, but I really want to do it... These men are cool as hell also Toni is the only bitch in real madrid's house I've ever respected so yeah really really want to do it... I'll give myself 7 days... It's the amount of time I've noticed Ii tales me to move my ass after shit happens to me. Writing this apparently count as some shit happening to me... Listening to myself can be so draining, it's a whole workout... But I'm proud of me for actually trying to get better.

[acedomkarl]

knucklehead asked: dt3am getting tense bc they’d originally planned to meet w k4rl in paris but now he can’t make it. it’s been too long since he’s been w them, and they’re already running out of the brain power it takes to keep their dynamics running in a functional way. kinda like your last lifestyle bdsm fic, grg is struggling to maintain his dynamic w dn because it’s more difficult to get direction from k4rl, he’s not been able to bottom for a while since k4rl hasn’t been there. drm hasn’t been getting his spanks and doing his chores isn’t as effective since k4rl isn’t there to implement it and grg doesn’t really get it so he doesn’t care enough to follow up on if he’s done it. s4p is struggling w/o his emotional support, it’s not the same going to d/nf for his cuddles etc, grg plays around too much with pretending he hates it so he gets too far in his own head and decides to leave him alone as soon as grg starts trying to push him off, drm is always tense with wanting to keep working and missing k4rl so even when they cuddle he feels like drm would rather be doing smth else. and the sex is just as off balance. k4rl announcing he isn’t going to be in paris is like a tipping point. grg feels like he’s losing his grip as a dom and can’t bring himself to do punishments and stay in charge so he becomes more and more agitated. he keeps doing things hoping that dn will report back to k4rl so that he can be punished, even though it’d have to be over the phone, at least it’s something, so he teases the other two more, starting snippy little arguments in public w s4p knowing the other can’t do anything about it, and gets touchier with drm whenever he’s busy and can’t follow up on what he’s starting. drm gets snappy because his brain feels like it’s all over the place and the other two struggling with their own problems keeps adding to the constant static in his head. everything’s confusing, he’s on the move all day with the convention and doesn’t get a minute to calm down, and when he does his boyfriends are making it difficult to relax and now he’s lashing out. s4p is withdrawing gradually, he’s not getting comfort as often, especially not the way k4rl does it so he eventually stops chasing it and sticks to keeping himself busy with meeting fans and then once everythings done he goes to his room and doesnt leave until he has to. i had an idea for how k4rl would fix the issue with a late surprise visit to paris without telling his boyfriends he’s going, but i ran out of brain power for it and forgot what i’d originally thought but ive also already typed all that so have my usual not even half baked brainrot IDK WHAT THIS IS IGNORE IT IF YOU WANT ITS LITERALLY NOTHING LMAOO -🐙

no no no no no this is so good FUCK i have to go to work but if this was a fic id make them go to nc before back to florida and stay in k4rls house for a week or two while he works just being in his space waiting for him to come home and handle all of them and k4rl isnt really as strung out as he usually is because he got a kind of vacation from not going to paris so he's like. in a good headspace and is caught up on his obligations so first of all he gets dr34mn4p cuddled up in his bed and then takes g30rg3 into the living room and fucks his mouth with his fingers while he sits in his lap. g30rg3 just shuts his eyes and grips k4rls wrist holding the fingers in his mouth and tasting the silver of the rings and k4rl's skin and he just sits like that moving his tongue and nibbling for a while as k4rl mumbles in his ear that he did so well while they were apart and he's gonna fuck him really nice and hard tonight after he talks to s4pn4p and gives dr34m some spanks and g30rg3 is just bobbing his head totally gone from the second he saw k4rl. its like he saw his dom and his brain went 'safe' and turned off, so he gets care first. sorry if this is scattered i literally need to be out the door BUT I LOVE THIS SO FEEL FREE TO KEEP GOING AND ILL EITHER ANSWER LATER OR JUST SPAM WITH TY ANON

[daenqyu]

— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼 

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous 

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story 

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,, 

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking 

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything 

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right? 

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?” 

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal, 

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?” 

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response 

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered 

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize 

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously 

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck 

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed 

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you 

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss, 

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf???? 

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone 

but when it’s you he doesn’t 

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you 

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned 

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her  so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates 

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved 

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated 

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?” 

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks 

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you 

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared 

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open 

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable 

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features 

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake 

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!” 

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together 

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest 

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful 

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness 

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself 

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically 

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??” 

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes 

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever 

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting 

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession 

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official 

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3