#i am relapsing but surprisingly happy :)

[skiddlecat]

you know what? fuck it. the dynamic between taco and microphone is really interesting and dumbing it down to "evil terrible abuser and poor innocent victim" flattens both of their characters simultaneously.

they both hurt Each Other in ways that can't be undone!!! mic did her fair share of Fucking It Up Big Time as well and i think the way their fallout went down is the best example of times mic could have been better. and before anyone says it NO i'm NOT saying she didn't have a right to back out when she did but what i AM saying is that i think the way she handled cutting taco off showcases one of her biggest character flaws EXCELLENTLY:

when she's hurt by someone, she will hurt them back twice as hard. cheesy makes an insensitive joke? she calls him a monster. taco relapses in her bad habits? she weaponizes her past friendship with pickle. i'm pretty confident in saying both of these responses are Pretty Damn Disproportionate. and i think that's really interesting!!! we should talk more about this!!!!!!!!!

taco did a lot of bad things in their friendship and should absolutely be held accountable for it, but i also think simply calling her a heartless abuser is horribly undermining her character. like, imagine with me, if you will:

(post-writing note. HOLY SHIT this was way longer than i thought it'd be. putting the rest of this post under the cut because the previous paragraphs are pretty much all my thoughts but i kind of go into a full taco character analysis below. if you want to see that then keep reading i suppose LMAOOO)

you once accidentally formed a friendship with someone based off of a lie. you exposed the lie, sabotaged that relationship, and cut him off. that was the last conversation you had. a good while later you realize that, oh no, you actually DID care about this person, and you miss him! but he's GONE and it's YOUR FAULT!!! so you write. you write, you write, you write, hoping to get a response, but you never do.

and then. and then you find someone else. someone who's loud, chaotic, cast out. she reminds you a little too much of the lie you built for yourself. and so, you help her. for your own selfish reasons, sure, but you attempt to reign her in. she doesn't trust you at first, you don't trust her either, and you are... less than kind to her. it's not pretty, but at this point it doesn't really matter to you, because right now she's just a means to an end. she doesn't mean anything to you.

but slowly, over time, things start changing. she starts seeing past the brick walls you built around yourself. starts trying to break them down, little by little. you avoid, you resist, you do everything you can to prevent her from getting through, because vulnerability is frankly disgusting, and you don't want to talk about your problems anyway! but, this doesn't last. you actually apologize to her, for being so closed off, because you should be doing better, and she seems to appreciate it.

someone brings up that old friend to her. you get MAD. it's like rubbing salt in the wound, reminding you of every reason you're not happy, every reason you've been scared of getting too close. he suggests that you will leave her the same way you left him.

and. surprisingly. your ally does not side with him. she tells him you're changing. you're changing. she looks at you and all of your disgusting flaws, and she sees someone not beyond redemption. and you think that maybe. maybe you can trust her. maybe you CAN let your walls down. maybe you won't screw it up this time. and, and...

one mistake.

a pretty big one, granted, but a mistake nonetheless. you relapse into some bad habits, because the situation you entered was not the one you planned for. and she's mad. so mad, in fact, that she takes your old friendship, something she knows is a touchy subject, that hurts every time it's brought up, and she weaponizes it. she looks at you as if you mean nothing to her, and then she leaves. she leaves before you even have a chance to respond.

one. mistake.

one mistake is all it took for her to grow sick of you, for her to agree with all of the terrible things people say about you. and what hurts the most is that you TRUSTED her. you thought you could be open with her, you thought she was DIFFERENT. but no, she's not different. she's just like everyone else. and maybe, if the one person who believed you could be better gives up on you... maybe they're all right about you.

the walls are back up. they're thicker, stronger, and as far as you're concerned... it will take FAR more convincing to let anyone get through ever again.

...and then mepad comes along and says he doesn't even believe you're a bad person in the FIRST place, which is. astounding and very hard to believe but he's seeing you at your absolute worst being needlessly cruel to everyone and is STILL saying this with complete confidence so, fuck, kind of hard to keep THAT up for very long. then ii16 happens and you know the drill SHE'S DOING BAD.

hoo boy this went on for a lot longer than it was supposed to. anyway all this to say i think we should talk more about how they both hurt each other rather than push the narrative that one of them was "the abuser" and the other was "the victim" because frankly that's not even how it works in real life. thank you for coming to my ted talk i've been sitting on this for weeks afraid that i'd be told to kill myself over anons 👍

[jsmelodies]

20 Questions for Writers Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @c-e-d-dreamer!

How many works do you have on AO3? 7 that you can see, but I do have some darker ones orphaned/on anon

What’s your total AO3 word count? 89,802

What fandoms do you write for? Currently just ACOTAR, but I want to write Ruhn x Lidia from CC at some point

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I'll do my top two, because I don't think I have enough up there to properly answer this. Ironically, the one that has the most kudos is the one I'm the least proud of. Now, I call it my 'fuck around and find out' fic. (Truth Hurts, it was my first fic ever and I was in an interesting mental state when I wrote most of it.) The next one is The Relapse, which is a ACOSF fix-it-ish fic that I do plan on finishing soon.

Do you respond to comments? I respond to almost all of them, but I do accidentally miss one from time to time.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The angstiest? I try not to end with angst, usually. One of my orphaned fics ends that way though, but I'm not going to tell you which one it is.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Tell Me to Leave. This is more of a hopeful ending than a happy ending, but I think it counts.

Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully not yet

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Eh, kind of? I haven't in a while, but not because I haven't wanted to. But I am writing some for Nessian week! As to what kind, I think it's pretty tame for the most part. But my definition of tame is slightly skewed.

Do you write crossovers? Not currently, but I think a Nesta x Fenrys fic would be fun if I ever had time

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope

What is your all-time favorite ship? Toss up between Elucien and Nessian. Before I ever wrote anything nessian related, I had at least five elucien fics sitting in my drafts.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? It's a WIP that I don't think anyone wants me to finish. It's a Cassian death fic where he sacrifices himself at the end of ACOWAR, and the plot is Nesta dealing with her grief and mating bond insanity. There's all those Elucien WIP's, too.

What are your writing strengths? Understanding character motivation and dialogue (surprisingly). Dialogue is usually the first thing that I write, and I fit everything else around it.

What are your writing weaknesses? I have trouble stepping into the story at times instead of telling it from the sidelines, if that makes sense? Maybe it will to other writers. Descriptions!!! I hate describing things. My creative writing professor in college would call me out on this all the time. And this is going to sound really ironic, but I struggle with words. A lot. Writing has helped with that.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? The only other language I can kind of speak is Italian, which isn't helpful when writing ACOTAR. And I'm not good enough at it to be comfortable putting it into fics.

First fandom you wrote for? ACOTAR

Favorite fic you’ve written? The Relapse (I do go back and reread this one every now and then).

No pressure tags: @wishcamper @dustjacketmusings @kale-theteaqueen (sorry if you were double tagged!)

[visionthefox]

Sun didn't actually scream or anything surprisingly, he was more quiet and resigned, hopeless, the episode had him finally start to really question what he was put through with Old Moon, and now New Moon, how he realizes Old Moon was a toxic person, how much he got hurt by him, he even questions if he'd want a life without Moon considering how badly he's been hurt, but immediately feels awful for saying it, he hates that he even feels anger because feeling anger reminds him too much of being infected with Eclipse and he hates that too, he recalls the other dimension he went to where Moon kept his Killcode and Eclipse never appeared, where they seemed happier, not perfect but happier, yet there was no Lunar or Earth, and he questions if Moon was never there if he'd be happy or go insane from the isolation, that he acknowledges Moon could be good and kind, but there's so much worse stuff he's done, all the anger and pain, that outweighs the good, and he still is absolutely shocked and is having a hard time processing that Moon tried to kill Earth and questions if Old Moon could've ever been pushed to hurt them like that, that he's terrified, it doesn't feel like he's processed everything as there's a lot and the episode sort of cut off weirdly, but I am surprised it took this long, and took so much going wrong, for Sun to finally have this conversation with himself, because everyone who's been through an abusive situation like this if given time to think will have this conversation, it feels like Sun's finally starting to realize how bad things were and are, I do not believe he disowned Moon here as some people think but he's reaching his limit with all the hurt and he has every right to be very upset at the moment with Moon's relapse, especially since Earth is still injured after getting burned by star power, and besides I doubt the show would make them permanently separate, so that's what happened, and Jack facilitated it, hugging Sun and reminding him there are people who still love him

huh.. well thats not something I expected- actual development in Sun? woah!

like I know I sound sarcastic but man- I was here when Eclipse was introduced! Im THAT old of a fan- so to finally have Sun take a step back from the yell and cry to finally see all the hurt he's been put to by someone he wanted to call family.. is a lot

but a lot in the right was as you said- he is finally seeying how bad his own abuse was- because he always made it small- a joke to laugh at because no one else cared- Monty beat him up too- yet no one cared until now- when people from outside told him thats not ok

or are you gonna tell me- having many sticks to hit your brother was actually that funny? mh?

I knew the ep wouldnt end in any good way to feel satisfactions- thats something I been feeling for most eps rn- is feels rushed , somethimes full- but cut down too fast- others so dull and long is feels empty..

but the fact he is finally thinking of it all is a step no matter what.. then again- the fact its happening NOW is bothering.. personally

he had a chance to have all of this thinking when he blew up Moon's space lab- when he had his break down- I always said that was his moment to finally reach his limit- no more cry but a yell of anger and determination to put a stop to his own abuse- he got far enough to face Eclipse- he could have gotten a better arc but Earth showed up..

what I think his new arc is , is that of the Older Brother- no longer the one to cry in the side- or the one to shake and need guide- but the one who finally stays calm , sure suffers, but is focused.. hes been showing this change ever so slowly- yet I think this is the final drop to finally FINALLY make him the protagonist he was supposed to be..

that or Davis choose to have him go back to be a side character by having someone else step in- be the leader and fix it up- leaving Sun with just another ep were fans worry- then the showrunners make fun of it all.. but I hope is not the case again- I dont want another "show he is not ok- then say he is ok"

like - please just have him be the protagonist of his own show- have him face Moon- maybe do a parallel to the Bunker scene- The OG one with Sun talking sense to a insane Moon , but Sun stays serious- he tells Moons his truth..

that sure- Moon arent perfect- they are not meant to be the kind one, they are meant to be a bit bad but have their good side- old moon - despite it all- choosed to leave his own coding , his own written instinct aside to give the person he was made to live with a better life.. he loved Sun more than he loved Himself..

Sun should be the one to face the one he was once merge with, the one he knows better that anyone else- even Monty- he lived with Moon for more than 10 years by the lore canon- he should be able to face him- and maybe, just maybe tell him he didnt failed- sure mess up but.. he doesnt have to be the villain Creator originally wanted him to be..

or anything really- just .. I want Sun, if he really is finally facing his own shadows and traumas, to face it directly, face the person who hurted him- and finally end the circle..

aah long post so sorry

[geldiaries]

[NOV192022]

Yes, it's another meet up sit back and relax because I have sooooo much to say. I have a lot of kwento because I want to keep this as a fresh memory because it's one of the best days.

And I know, I despise November 19 just as much as I despise men, lol. But that day was different. Surprisingly, I did not lock myself inside my room and cry all day because I was with Ate Dane enjoying the JiKook Cupsleeve Event; enjoying the aesthetic cafe; enjoying walking under the rain to go to another cafe.

Honestly speaking, I was anxious that time because I got scared that Ate Dane would cancel our plan last minute but *deep sighs* I'm really grateful she didn't.

This event was really planned weeks ago before the actual one. We even fill out forms for it that was really hard to secure! There were limited slots for it so we were kinda nervous for it but I'm glad we got slots.

So during that day, I was nervous because as I have said, I was thinking and worrying what if she cancel it last minute because of some uncontrollable circumstances; she was busy and/or something happened that made her cancel the plan. I mean, I fully understand that but you know, I can't help but feel that way and I feel sorry for Ate Dane for thinking that way.

But hey, that did not happen! She was a bit late because it was raining and so that one made me anxious too! Lol. But then, she came and I was really happy. One stan twitter friend that I also met there really thought we're sibs! HAHAHA She said my face lightened up the moment Ate' s there. Of course! She is the only person I am really comfortable in that room.

We enjoyed playing games and being in the same room with Jimin and Jungkook lovers who genuinely love them. I feel so at ease knowing we love and support the same people with our whole being.

After that we went to the cafe beside the event place and there, Ate Dane and I talked and talked and talked. It does not feel like we've only been friends for months because it feels like we know each other for a long time. I asked her to go to Purple 7 Cafe because it's just walking distance and she agreed immediately, lol! She's a kaladkarin friend just like me. So we went out and walked under the rain still talking about so many things but to our dismay, the cafe did not allow walk-ins and so we just looked for a resto so we can eat dinner. Of course, we talked a lot there too even on our way to MRT 3. I feel like we got to know so much about each other during that day. I hugged her so tight twice, afraid of letting her go and afraid of the thought that that would be the last.

But heh, just wanna thank Ate Dane because this was the first time I did not cry during my birthday. I love you, Ate!

I'll be putting here the letter I made last Nov 20, 2022 for myself:

Hello! I am writing this letter because of three things; 1. It is because we had so much fun yesterday during our most hated day. 2. We had good memories with Ate Dane yesterday that we became scared. 3. Beechesas' very own au that was made for you.

It is really our tradition to just stay in bed, cry, feel the relapse and attacks all at once, but yesterday was different. If I can only show you how happy we were yesterday, November 19, I bet you would not believe me. We seized our day and enjoyed it with the people you call your "family". We were with Jikookers yesterday that made it a lot special for us. Oh if I could only explain it with words, you would want to go back to yesterday and just stay there at that moment, because same. Because if I can only do it, I will. We would definitely do it. Krystin accompanied you during those days where we felt anxiety and cathartic feeling, she was there. I hope you know that. She was always there during your most hated day but November 19, 2022 was different. She waited for you for a whole damn month. Jikookers made you happy and gave you a good time too. It was.. really fun.

I am going to be honest, I am scared that she might leave us too so I am going to tell you the story that I want to treasure forever. Ate Dane and you talked about meeting each other again for the second time after three months by attending the Jikook Cupsleeve in Tomas Morato. You were so happy when she came, even though you doubt and thought she would cancel, but she did not. We found out that she doesn't like people cancelling plans with late notice too. And I am going to start with the event, no surprise, you guys did not join individual games and just joined group games because you and Ate Dane can't stop talking and making chikahan with each other. It was good though. You were laughing a lot even when you guys changed venue from the bar to the cafe next to it. We can't stop the kwentos and tawanans there. Truth be told, it was a relief that both companies were interested in each other's life stories. Walang ere. Masaya lang. We didn't expect it to be like that until we walked to Purple 7 Cafe and while walking we were still talking and talking; even when we got there. It was so funny because we cannot go inside fully as there was an event and we were just walkins. Until we decided to eat somewhere, we shared more than 30% of our life to a friend we met 9 months ago. It was nice. We did not expect this kind of friendship because the last one was traumatizing. During the night that we had to separate our ways to go home, you hugged her so tight like you were so afraid of letting her go. We actually did it twice, we were really that traumatized, right? But self she's such a good friend, a good sister to us. It is unfair that you'll always doubt the friendship, she's way different. I hope she is still your friend, your twin, your ate while reading this. We treasure her so much that's why I am telling you these. We agreed with her to make it a tradition to see each other in person every 3 months. Shocking, right? We didn't get the same treatment before but you see, she's treating us like a friend that's important. So I wish, I hope we're still friends with her.

Lastly, Beechesas. Not a shocking moment but I just want to remind you again that they are so special to us. They are the people I know would really stay with you for good, through thick and thin, through worse or worst days of your life. They made an au for you this year, it was so touching. We were moved by it. We're really so loved by the, Gela. I hope you know that. Despite the busy schedule and college life, beechesas never made you feel less. In fact, they always make sure to tell you and remind you that you're doing great. These people are your solace and home. Always in all ways, with Beechesas.

I am telling you all these because you were so happy. November 19, 2022, a year you thought it's just another mundane, boring, scary, and anxiety day on your most hated day.. it's different. You were happy. So I hope, I hope for the next years to come, it would be like this again.

Write and write and write to remind ourself please.

I am happy for us, Gela.

[Ate Dane edited the pic <us holding a jikook banner> because we do not have a decent pic lol]

[melbournenewsvine]

Nature Strip is all the rage but Jacquinot Giga Kick or Shades of Rose can be shocking

It’s a completely different year for me, having previously won the race on Redzel (twice) and Classique Legend. It was a pity that Boon Ho had to find a replacement for the Great Gray at this year’s race when he had a relapse due to injury, but I am very grateful to have chosen a replacement in a mare that has been flying for the past few months. This time I’m riding a stranger in Shades Of Rose, but I think there’s a lot I like about her. Sheraco Stakes award-winning Shades Of Rose, led by James MacDonald here, will take part in the Bon Ho slot at The Everest.attributed to him:GT I’ve seen a few of them in the past and had the opportunity to take them on a test ride in Rosehill last week. They look very straightforward, they are fast and they can sit close to them and they can handle a little bit of juice in the ground. Surprisingly this is her first race at Royal Randwick, who would say she wouldn’t enjoy it. You only have to look at her record of seven wins out of nine races and you realize she is a serious horse. But I’m not naive enough to realize she’s up against some high-quality animals, so she’ll have to do her best to be in the end. loading But her coach Bjorn Becker is happy with her, and that’s all I can ask for. I’ll be doing my preparations early Saturday, and you’ll probably see me there walking the track to feel in the best place. This rain in Sydney made absolute chaos on our tracks, but everyone worked hard behind the scenes to make sure they were racing to the best of their ability. We got off the rail for eight meters last week, and outside the first two lanes were smashed to pieces. The new floor will no doubt help us and as riders, we will be keeping a close eye on how the track will run early in the day. Sports news, results and expert commentary. Subscribe to the sports newsletter. Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

[succubusrat]

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[anabsolutetrainwreck]

got my devotion || h. styles

sequel to ‘i can hate you sometimes’

warnings: mentions of sex & alcohol

word count: 2k

summary: you and harry work through your first argument as a couple...

part one.

“So, are we meant to believe that all of a sudden you don’t despise each other?” Sarah asked, her eyes flicking between Harry and yourself.

Harry shrugged, “Despise is a strong word.”

Sarah sent him a bored look, “Don’t act like you haven’t moaned about Y/N before.”

Suddenly, Mitch said, “Maybe it was more of a ‘I like you so I’ll pretend I hate you’?”

You looked between the three of them, shifting uncomfortably. Harry’s hand was resting on your lower back as the two of you sat opposite Sarah and Mitch. The night Harry and yourself had shared a few weeks ago was nothing but beautiful. And, for the most part, all of your friends had been supportive at the news of you and Harry’s sudden shift in relationship. Most people felt the same way about the pair of you: they secretly like each other. It had been somewhat of a running joke within the group that you and Harry were secretly in love. But it’s not like anybody ever expected to end up here: being presented with the news that you and Harry were somewhat of a ‘thing’. “Exactly,” Harry nodded, pointing at Mitch in agreement.

Sarah sent a cautious look towards the two of you. She sighed, as if giving in, “I mean, I am happy for the two of you. I just don’t understand how it all seemed to switch so suddenly? Like, why now? After so long you finally decide to act on however you felt before.”

The four of you were sitting at a restaurant in central London. It was fancy, fancier than anything you’d known growing up. But as soon as you’d become involved with Harry’s circle of friends (having met Sarah on a night out) it became somewhat of the norm for you. You’d worked hard not to let it get to your head, still enjoying the simplicities life had to offer. One of which, which you were sure you were truly witnessing for the first time, was love. Sure, you’d been in love before. There was the ‘first love’ with a boy named Ben, who you were sure you were in love with. It had lasted half a year maybe, but you were sure you’d felt heartbreak when it had ended. Then there was Ethan, which had been enjoyable while it lasted, but you both knew it was never anything long term. But that had been love, a love that wasn’t too hard to get over, but love nonetheless. You even still spoke to Ethan occasionally. Then, of course, there was all the minor ones in between, which hadn’t developed into anything more than dinner and sex. But this - what you had with Harry - you were sure was on the route to something wonderful. Some, perfect blossoming love. That, if it wasn't meant to last a lifetime, would certainly break, not just your heart, but you as a whole in the process. “I don’t know,” Harry shrugged. “But it just felt right the other night.”

Sarah looked to you. You had been terribly quiet during dinner. It was unusual, Sarah thought, you were often bubbly and eager to bounce off everyone during most conversations. In fact, she was sure Mitch had said more than you had. She was waiting for you to say something, but she was only met with: “What do you want me to say?” you sighed. 

“Just explain it to me, Y/N,” replied Sarah. “I’ve been subjected to four years of your rants about how much he irritates you. And now you’re acting as if none of it’s ever happened.”

“Look, I don’t know, okay? It just happened, and in the moment it felt right.”

“But it doesn’t now?” she said quickly. And it was then you realised she was just worried about you. Both of you. Your face softened and Harry’s tight grip on your thigh loosened. It was clear you were both just scared she wouldn’t accept whatever was going on between the two of you. But no, she just wanted the best for the both of you. You shook your head, “No, Sarah, it feels great.”

“Okay...” she trailed off; she was accepting that maybe, just maybe, you were both happy with each other. “Then I’m happy for you.”

Her frown moulded into her wonderful smile as she took a sip of her drink. And then the food arrived and all of the uneasy tension slipped into cheery chit chat.

Gradually, the more nights out you and Harry spent together as a couple amongst your friends, the more natural it began to feel. The very first one left you feeling terribly out of place. Sitting beside Harry, his arm hung over the back of your chair, the tips of his fingers lightly tracing little patterns on your arm, was a foreign feeling to you. But it was one you treasured. You got to laugh at his jokes openly now and send adoring looks his way. 

For a moment, it felt like you were flying so high there was no way you could come back down. 

But then the first argument came. It came two months into the little ideal world you and Harry had built for yourselves. It had spiralled from something completely harmless. Something that shouldn’t have sparked an argument in the first place. And all of a sudden, you felt as if everything the pair of you had built up came crashing down around you. And, being frank, it was terrifying. You’d been nothing but happy for two months with Harry by your side. You feared that he’d relapse and put up his cold front with you again. What if, after all that had happened, you fell back into despising one another? 

He’d been round at your house, the two of you spending the evening cuddled up together. Benny had been asleep in front of the fire, twitching occasionally. Usually, cooking together (a glass of wine or two in your system) was the highlight of your week, but neither of you felt like it that particular evening. A pizza between the two of you. That was all it was meant to be, and yet it evolved into something so much more. You told him you’d pay for it - it was only a little less than £20 anyway. He told you’d he do it. But as you explained that he always paid for meals, he interjected saying something about him being the one that ‘makes the money anyway’. You scoffed, that had pissed you off. And in hindsight, you knew he didn’t mean that in a malicious way. Yes, he definitely made more money than you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t make any. You could most certainly pay £20 for a pizza. 

From there, it had spiralled into a full-blown argument. You told him exactly so: that you made enough to support yourself and he should just let you buy the pizza. Looking back, you felt rather foolish for getting so worked up over a takeaway. But it was more the things Harry said; you could see the egotistical boy seeping through his tone. To cut the gruesome details, it resulted in Harry storming out of your house. He slammed the door shut behind him, waking Benny up with a harsh jolt. 

You felt worse after this argument than any of the ones you’d had with Ben or Ethan. But then you’d never felt this strongly for someone before. A bigger argument with any of the others couldn’t have hurt you more than a minor one with Harry did. You were hopelessly devout to him. 

For the next few days, he didn’t say a thing, nor did you. Not to each other at least. You went out for drinks with Sarah, Charlotte and Ny. It beat drinking alone in your home with Benny, who, at the end of the day, wasn’t a great conversationalist. The three women sent apologetic smiles to you as you ranted about how much he frustrated you. And, as you were groaning about him, you began to realise that none of what you were saying was true. He didn’t frustrate you to no end, not even close. Every couple went through their rough patches - their ‘stormy days’ as Charlotte liked to put it. “Couples all have their stormy days, but remember Y/N, the sun is always going to come back out again,” she’d said. 

The four of you had burst into a fit of stifled giggles, realising you’d all had one too many gin and tonics. But Charlotte’s little metaphor was actually quite useful, and in your tipsy state you had the sudden urge to apologise to Harry. He was ready to apologise too, but you were both perhaps the most stubborn out of your friendship circle. So it was a case of who was going to give in first. But, surprisingly, it was Harry.

You were lying in bed, nursing the ghost of a hangover that was pounding at your forehead from the night prior with the girls. Cuddled into your crisp sheets, you desperately needed some sort of medication, whatever you could find in your bathroom, and a glass of cold water. The sound of a knock at the door was enough of an excuse enough for you to drag your stiff body from bed. Benny followed you as you trudged downstairs. You swung open the door and Harry was stood there sheepishly. Sighing, you opened the door further to allow the man into your home.

You didn’t say a word; you didn’t want to let on how relieved you were to see him. He followed you through to the kitchen as you poured yourself a glass of water. Taking a sip of the cooling liquid, you turned to look at him. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. 

It felt so nice to hear his voice in such a gentle way after the last time you’d heard it. Because he was a generally quiet and calm man, it was such a shock to your system to hear him shouting at you. “It’s okay,” you grumbled. 

“It doesn’t sound like it is,” he sighed.

“No, Harry, seriously I’m not angry at you anymore. I’m just a bit hungover, is all,” you informed him, trying to sound as polite as possible.

“Did you go out last night?” he asked, his face softening

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Just with Charlotte, Ny and Sarah.”

“Do you want me to go get you some aspirin or something? I can just run down to the shop, if you want. I’ll be like five minutes,” he said, getting ready to leave before he’d even given you the chance to say anything. 

“It’s okay. There’s some in the bathroom.”

And before you knew it, he was back with the half-empty box of aspirin. After taking a couple, Harry began talking again, “I really am sorry about the other night. It’s just… I’m so desperate to spoil you. Paying whenever we buy food feels like the least I can do.”

“Honestly, it’s okay,” you smiled. “I was just worried you hated me again.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s funny?”

“I’m having a moment of deja vu,” you chuckled. 

He smiled cheekily, “Yeah? Well, there’s a couple of other things we could do that might give you deja vu.”

You snorted, “That’s the least enticing line I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh, give me a break, I’m trying. Did you seriously think I hated you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I was just paranoid. I really enjoyed what was happening between us and I was just afraid it was ending.”

“I wouldn’t want it to end, love. I’m completely devoted to you.”

[shingia]

Heya. I know this is very angsty of a request, but I saw the fic of characters reacting to their s/o who [tw] relapsed into self harm and was wondering if you would do some for asahi, ushijima, and oikawa?

[𝐓𝐖] 𝐒/𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

hi ! ofc you can honey <3 i hope these will bring you as much comfort as you need, and plz don’t hesitate to dm me if you need to talk to someone, or to reach out for help in any way. here’s a hug for you bcs you deserve it, love you 💗 

also im sorry but i really couldn’t imagine asahi ever arguing with his s/o so i didn’t include this in his fic (he really is too precious)

warnings : mentions of self harm, one mention of blood, some self-depreciating thoughts. please do not read if any of these might trigger something, stay safe everyone <3

➾ 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢

asahi trusted you blindly. and everyday, he had to make an effort to persuade himself that you trusted him in return. you did of course, how could you not trust the one that had helped you through so much ?

but this wasn’t about trust ; it was about shame. because the last thing you wanted was to find in his eyes the anguish and fear as they were a few months ago. you couldn’t do that to him, yet you kept doing that to yourself.

however, you had the misfortune - which was more of a blessing really - to have a very observant boyfriend who cared about you. and he cared enough to gather the courage to finally ask you about what he had hoped you’d come to him for. sat next to you on the couch, he took the plunge. 

« do you… do you remember when you promised to always come to me if you needed help ? ». there, he had said it. and from the way that his arm tightened encouragingly around your waist, you understood what he meant by this innocent question. he kept speaking : « you know i trust you, right ? i really do. but something tells me that maybe you forgot about this promise recently ».

each of his words was carefully chosen, more than usual. because even if he didn’t show you, he was terrified of messing up. the fact that you were reluctant to answer was enough for him to understand that he had guessed right. but what confirmed it was the single tear that slowly streamed down your cheek.

« oh angel, no, come here. come, you’re ok now… » he spoke in a tone that was more comforting that anything you had ever heard. his arms were wide open for you to snuggle in, and when they wrapped around you, his words replayed once again in your head. i’m ok now, i’m ok now… you repeated internally. and you were, asahi was a man of his words after all.

« i’m sorry for being weak » you finally said after a few seconds of silence, voice half-muffled by his embrace. his warm fingers traced the outline of your face, encouraging you to look up to him. not because he needed to see your face, he already knew it by heart, but because you needed to see his. « weak ? y-you’re the furthest thing from weak. how can i even put it..? you are one of the strongest person i know, and i wouldn’t be half the man i am today if it weren’t for you. 

you wanted to thank him, but exhaustion took hold of your body before any word could leave your tight throat. and when you woke up - two hours later according to the clock - asahi was still there, holding you tight against his heart like a promise to never let go of you anymore.

➾ 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

ushijima hated to waste time and energy on ‘petty fights’, as he liked to call them. but it was really frustrating to always feel like he avoided confrontation ; arguments were necessary in a relationship, and he didn’t seem to understand that.

whenever you got into fights, you were always the only one to get angry, which never failed to make you feel guilty afterwards. and eventually, this feeling of guilt started to become permanent, taking so much place in your brain that you had to sacrifice a part of the self-confidence you had built up the past months. but you didn’t know how much longer you could conceal it.

tonight was the first time you were sleeping together since your most recent fight, the one that had damaged you so badly. and you couldn’t lie, feeling his warmth next to you after about three days spent ignoring him almost felt like a reward. but a reward for what ? you were certainly not proud of what you had done, and you were terrified at the thought that he’d ever notice it. but unfortunately, your efforts to pretend like everything was ok were put to an end in the middle of the night, at about 3 am. something silly, really : ushijima had just turned around in his sleep, and his shoulder accidentally weighed on your wrist, making you hiss in pain. he immediately opened his eyes at the sound, his hand immediately finding its way to your side - he was always a light sleeper with you.

« are you ok ? » he asked, propping himself on an elbow, barely distinguishing your silhouette in the dark. « yeah, just my wrist. come on, let’s go back to sl- ». oh… that wasn’t supposed to be said out loud. it was hard to gauge his reaction since you could not properly see his face, but since he sat on the bed as soon as you interrupted yourself, you understood that it had not fallen on deaf ears. « are you comfortable with me turning on the lights ? » he asked, obvious concern in his voice. saying yes was tempting, because you knew this was a serious matter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you like this, vulnerable and ashamed.

ushijima accepted it of course, he knew he was not the best with words, so the least he could do was to make sure you were comfortable with whatever he decided to do. « is it ok if i hold you ? » he asked once again, his tone a bit more hesitant. the muscles in your jaw tensed at his words, it was more than ok, or at least you wanted to give it a try, but the worry you had caused him was bringing you back to the familiar feeling of guilt.

however, when he carefully made you rest on top of him like he had always done, something inside you felt healed to know that whatever you were going through did not impact every aspect of your life. his embrace felt the same, so did his heaving chest that rocked your body to sleep every night. surprisingly enough, you did not shed a tear. because the comfort finally felt stronger than the pain, you refused to let anything trouble this moment.

« are you ready to talk about it ? » he questioned, his voice rumbling like a soothing storm in his chest « or do you prefer to wait until tomorrow ? ».

ushijima might have avoided many discussions with you, but this one ? he simply refused to. and if he was more than ready to help you overcome your pain, he also knew not to pressure you into talking. words would come, eventually. but actions were always first.

➾ 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

despite his usually confident behavior, oikawa knew he had a tendency to second-guess each and every one of his actions, and to beat himself up quite often.

he could not remember the last time he had felt so utterly disgusted by himself, he was usually more careful with his words. but all it took was one angry outburst from him for you to withdraw into yourself - and he had to fix this as soon as possible.

luckily for him, your relationship was strong enough not to be too affected by this argument - which had not been your first, but definitely the biggest one. however, you had been affected. a lot actually. but you knew better than to talk to him about this, knowing that he would obviously take the blame for your relapse.

but oikawa was attentive, and, clever as he was, it did not take long for him to guess what you were going through when he saw the red-stained tissues in the bathroom trash. it had been two weeks since your fight, and just the thought that he had left you alone with your struggles for so long made him want to throw up.

without wasting any more second, he burst out of the bathroom and made his way to the living room where you were absent-mindedly watching a movie. he would have preferred to have a discussion with you with a clear head, but the sight of the tissues kept spiraling in his head and he was incapable of doing anything else but to pull you in for a hug whose suddenness made you gasp.

oikawa’s hugs were usually soft, with little kisses here and there and a few compliments chuckled in your ear. but today had nothing to do with those. his arms were engulfing your figure in a desperate need to feel you against him, like he was trying to make up for all the time he had left you alone. « i’m so sorry, so sorry baby… can you forgive me ? » he breathed out, his voice cracking with emotion. obviously you knew what he was referring to, how could you not know ? and just like him, the thousand words on your mind only transcribed in your arms wrapping around him, closing the last few millimeters that separated you as you frantically nodded your head yes. 

you did not think he had anything to be forgiven for, and sadly, you also knew that he would continue to blame himself no matter what your answer had been. that was actually your biggest motivation to begin your recovery journey. oikawa needed to know that, from now on, you’d turn to him instead of your old habits. and you wanted nothing more than to make him happy, so, since his happiness seemed to depend on yours, it could be considered a package deal towards a better future, together.

before you leave, here are links to two mental health support apps that i hope will help you deal what you are going through right now. i know it’s not much but i’ll be the happiest girl if this helped someone in the tiniest way. take care of yourselves ❤️

Calm Harm - Play Store | App Store

Wysa - Play Store | App Store

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

[morgansmoreid]

Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Seven

Chapter Name: "I Shouldn't, but I Will"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Toxic Parental Dynamics, Drug Mentions, Being outed in from of addiction, talks of relapse

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Tangled in each other's arms, 5 am came around and both Derek and Y/n jolted awake from the set alarm.

Derek was up first, followed by a cover-wrapped Y/n as he pulled out some clothes from his bag. It was still dark outside, the only thing besides the bathroom was the street lamps from the half-opened curtains giving the room light.

Dragging the cover with her, Y/n leans to the side of the bathroom frame. Derek's back is to her, making her nail marks visible. Turning around, Derek puts on the same sly smile as Y/n as he walks closer and closer to her.

"Good morning," He presses a kiss to her lips.

Her grip on the cover loosens, the sheet opening a bit as she returns the kiss, this time Derek's chest connected with hers.

"Morning," She smiles.

They both hop in the shower, surprisingly managing to only wash up. Since Hotch has taken Y/n off the case, she doesn't have to dress as professionally as Derek. She matches some jeans to her red laced top and some converse; the same red to match. Her makeup is light and blends in perfectly with her outfit and jewelry she picked out.

They meet everyone in the lobby of the hotel, Penelope and Y/n almost matching in sense of color.

Saying good morning to everyone, Y/n takes notice of Penelope's off behavior but decides not to push it. By 7 am, the team was already at the station, only stopping by 'Happy's' to get some coffee and morning energy.

Y/n watches the team and local officers try to make progress in the case, answering their questions with as little to no help as possible.

"Y/n, why don't you tell us just a little more for once," Rossi scoffed.

"I don't know anything!" Y/n defended, not taking the presence of her father.

"Y/L/N, you mean to tell us that you don't remember anything about your town?" Hotch raised his eyebrow.

"What did he just call you?" Eyes look past Y/n.

No one answered Y/F/N's question but instead looked around with puzzled looks on their faces.

"What did he just call you?" He asked again, this time only to Y/n.

"Nothing?" Y/n questioned.

Walking up to her, Y/F/N started to yell at Y/n.

"Y/L/N? Y/L/N? I give you the world and more and you tell people your name is Y/L/N? Is that your name Y/n?" He stops for a minute, the room going silent as everyone looks at Y/n for an answer.

"IS THAT YOUR NAME?" He smacks the table so hard, it echos through the room and makes Y/n flinch.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/N-Feilds." She mumbles, a cry escaping her mouth when her father grabs her wrist tight, his strength making it hard to break free.

"Did you take something? Are you high?" He taunts before looking at the team.

"Is she high? She gets real bad when she relapses again but doesn't the 'goverment' insurance pay for that now?" He squeezes her wrist tighter, a smirk forming at the shocked faces of the team.

"Keeping secrets Y/n? Tell them. Tell them how you spent damn near all of high school back and forth to rehab, tell them how you love to pop pills because 'quote and unquote' nobody gives you any attention. Tell them!" Y/n's wrist goes numb from her father's grip.

"Fucking tell them dammit!" He screams in her face.

But Y/n can't speak. She feels like the same 14-year-old who got in trouble for being home too late or the 17-year-old who didn't bring home a good enough grade, or even the 24-year-old who was pleading with her father to care about her for once.

She feels weak, small, and broken.

But drugs can make it better.

Y/n instead looks over to the team, eyes pleading for help. Aaron and David start trying to separate the two while Derek locks eyes with Y/n. Hers are filled with tears of pain; mentally and physically, while his are filled with betrayal and hurt.

The burning sensation on Y/n's wrist longs, even after Y/F/N lets go. And when he does, Y/n does what she knows best, she grabs her jacket and heads out of the station through the back.

The fresh air hits Y/n's lungs harder than she wanted. It's too much.

Drugs can make it better.

She wants her mom.

Drugs can make her appear.

She wants her mind to be at peace.

Drugs will do that.

She knows she shouldn't but Y/n finds herself going to her contacts and clicking the only name that starts with M.

She lets the phone ring, pressing to it her ear as she tries to calm herself down.

On the third ring, the person finally answers.

"Buttercup?"

[saveourskinship]

Darling’s Dead

“Granger,” Draco shook thick, red blood off his custom Italian leather shoes. He just got these and now he was sure they were ruined. Ugh. How annoying.

“Yes, darling?” her voice was lilting and high. Higher than usual. And she was looking at him like a moth looks at a flame. Stupidly. Chasing death. The kind of death like you’re sure a thousand orgasms awaits you over the edge. 

In short, insanely.

“Fuck, Granger, what’s wrong with you? I’m Malfoy. That was Darling, or more accurately Superintendent Auror Darling. And was.”

“He threatened you,” she glared down at the unmoving form by her feet.

“When he said he was going to beat me he meant our standing game of Wizard Chess. Not” -he waved his arms around haphazardly- “beating me.”

“He was taunting you then,” she stepped closer to him, metal slicing along the ground, her eyes huge, pupils blown wide and black and deep. “He deserved it.”

“Where’d you even get a katana, Granger? You’re surprisingly good with it. I’m actually pretty impressed. But you’ve ruined my shoes and I’m not convinced this was entirely necessary.” 

She was pawing at his shirtfront now. He was confused for a microsecond before he remembered how handsome he was. But Granger had never really seemed to care about that. Or him. But he thought it was quite alright if she’d changed her mind. 

She brought her eyes up to meet his, they were filled with tears. It made her look so pretty. 

“I’m so sorry I ruined your shoes, I’ll never, never do it again. I live to make you happy,” she breathed outwards shakily and stared at his lips, grabbing herself closer by the lapel of his jacket. “And it absolutely was necessary. Nothing and no one is allowed to hurt you. You’re mine.”

“As flattering as this is, perhaps next time don’t cut off their head?” Draco screwed up his nose at Darling’s body and his very separated head further down the street.

She threw her hands down angrily, “What does it take to please you! I came all this way, I kept you safe. What do you want? I’ll do anything!” 

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. He’d wanted to hear Granger say that for... well he’d never thought she’d ever say something like that so hadn’t bothered fantasising about it but now that she was offering the words he found he rather liked it.

“Come here,” he extended a hand and she stepped in, grasping his wrist with both hands and leaning her cheek against his palm, staring at him adoringly. Draco pulled her to him, tilted his head and-

“Malfoy, stop!”

Fucking Potter, of course.

“Harry. It just had to be Harry, didn’t it?” Granger said out loud repeating his silent sentiment.

Harry gaped at the dead Superintendent then looked up again at Draco.

“You were seriously going to kiss her when our boss lies dead not a meter away?”

Draco shrugged. In lieu of kissing him, Granger had started sucking his thumb. It was very distracting.

Potter addressed him again. “How’d you even pass your psych eval?”

A bribe, Draco thought. “Same as you,” he said.

Potter ran a hand through his hair. “Actually they let me skip that- Hey! Hermione! Stop that!”

Granger had started kissing Draco’s neck but at Potter’s admonishment she turned a dangerous eye on him, dragging her sword along the cobblestones again until she slowly raised it at her friend.

“Back off Harry, he’s mine.”

This highly amused Draco.

Harry raised his hands and seemed to figure she wasn’t to be reasoned with so he spoke over her at Draco instead. 

“She got Headlight Blinded by a Yan-Deer-ie. Some magical creature she’s been studying. Makes her all,” - he gestured at the scene around them - “murder-y around the person she, you know, likes.”

“Granger likes me?” Wow. This night could not get any better.

Harry went white as he realised Granger would kill him when she came out of whatever curse she was under.

“W-we need to take her to St. Mungo’s, she can be treated there,” Boy Wonder told him.

“That sounds boring, can’t I keep her until morning at least?” Draco drolly replied, intentionally winding the other wizard up.

“Yes, please,” Granger said.

“NO!” Harry shouted, earning a sword point to his face. “Come on Malfoy, you need to come with us or she’ll... cut my head off apparently,” his eyes warily found the Superintendent’s dismembered form again.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Fine, come on Granger.”

***

“Why am I here?”

“Well, Granger. You killed somebody, so you’re under house arrest,” Draco sounded out as partronisingly as he could to watch her recoil.

She looked saddened for a moment then shook it away. “I know that. But why am I in your house?”

“You were under the throes of a curse in which you admitted, rather blatantly, that you have less than indifferent feelings for me.”

“I’m sure you’re quite mistaken,” she sniffed.

“This court order says differently. Anyway, you can’t be apart from me in case you have any relapses and cut your way through the Ministry to get to me,” Draco smugly informed her. He’d known this sodding godsawful affection for the witch couldn’t have been one-sided.

She snarled, then her curled lip slowly dropped until her mouth was curved in a too-wide smile.

“Darling,” she reached out and stroked down his throat. “What can I do for you?”

“Fall in love with me,” he demanded.

“I already am,” she surged forward but he conjured restraints to keep her away like the Ministry had told him to do.

“Uh, uh, uhhhh,” he teased her, shaking a finger in her face. “When you’re sober, Granger,” and he walked away, leaving her to rattle her chains.

He was patient. He could wait.

[p-antomime]

I've been reading the whole ran+Hanma+izana poly concept for days now. Even reading the posts when you and the anons share ideas. You've been expanding the concept and it's really good. I like the dynamic. Ran is the whimsical yet the most mature. Hanma is the adventurous, and fight anyone who dares to touch any of you Bf. Izana is the surprisingly most soft and clingy one. I imagine the reader based on what they have been portrayed so far as a "wolf in sheep's clothing". The reader look so sweet and kind but actually a brat to their boyfriends. Also, I notice many enjoy sub! Izana not like I can blame them because puppy!izana IS supremacy. But I'm curious about dom!izana how does he fuck you with Ran and Hanma? Someone mentioned him being a more soft!dom and it definitely fits him. Unlike Ran who is a mean dom and Hanma who is a hard dom. Also, you mentioned in your fic that he is a switch leaning dom? Do you think over time he becomes a switch leaning sub? I am 100% not a dom so I definetely prefer soft bf and soft dom Izana. But with how you narrate puppy! Izana I might change my mind.

OMG IM LOVING SO FUCKING MUCH YALL TALKING ABOUT THIS FIC WITH THE 3 OF THEM :(( i had a lot of fun writing it and I'm very happy from the bottom of my heart that yall are enjoying it so much that you are commenting with me so actively, tysm for this <3<3

ok, ok, listen!

I'm still firm on the idea that izana is a dom-inclined switch, but there is one specific thing in my mind that makes izana end up relapsing more on the sub side when he's with hanma/ran, which in this case is: experience.

i firmly believe that hanma and/or ran would have more experience than izana and therefore would better handle the situations inside the bedroom (or any other place where they are setting a scene the least bit suggestive) to end up having full or at least partial control, y'know?

besides, i think izana just needs the right chance to outdo hanma and ran.

which means that the first time the two of 'em falter with him, he'll take control and probably manage to pin ran/hanma to the bed with his hands clasping their shoulders and a victorious smile on his lips 'cause, after all, izana likes to win, even if the victory takes longer than he planned.

and about you asking about how izana fucks them both: OHHH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT, REALLY, SO MANY!

i have so many thoughts about this that i'll probably need to make a post just to talk about it and show what a needy slut hanma can be </3

[shinygoldstar]

Pleasantly

since @risayume opened this can of worms i think it's safe enough for me to drop this. been itching to write this for so longgg. pls don’t torch me haha

mild gaslighting (frankly this could get a lot darker but let’s not open that can of worms yet)

'Maddie'/Vlad (kinda)

rather light hearted on the surface

AO3

Maddie's life is simple. Wake up, greet her sleepy dear, cook some breakfast for both of them- despite his insistence that she let the hired cooks make their meals, Maddie knows Vlad prefers her cooking the most. She hummed idly, sprinkling some salt and pepper on the eggs, carefully controlling the heat to ensure the eggs are done just right. Perfect. She turned off the stove and scooped the eggs onto the plates. The toaster pinged at that moment, perfectly timed as usual. She arranged everything then took it to their usual breakfast table on the patio. Moments later, her sweet dear arrived, yawning and still in his PJ's. "Maddie dear, you don't need to cook for me. Just your presence with me each morning is more than I could ever wish for. Let the cooks do their jobs." he smiled happily.

"You work hard all day while I idle away at home. I just wish I could do something to help you dear. If cooking breakfast for you makes you happy then I'd certainly do it for you." she smiled. And she meant it.

Maddie hummed. For as long as she can remember, Vlad had always been there for her. Re-teaching her how to walk, to speak, to read. He did so much for her after she had an accident that cost her all her memories. Patiently waiting for her to relearn everything while juggling his full-time job. He said it's not too much of a bother and she believes him. But she also wishes there's some way she can repay him.

"You hum a very pretty melody." Vlad commented. She blushed; she had forgotten that he's still here. "Would you- if you don't mind, do you want to hum along while I play the piano tonight?" Vlad asked hopefully. She nodded in agreement. Anything for Vlad.

.

Soon enough Vlad had to leave for work. As much as he tries to delay it to spend more time with her, she knows his job needs his attention. She doesn't mind, much. But their house is quiet without him. The staff don't like to interact with her, mostly keeping to themselves and making themselves scarce. She never saw who did her laundry. The house is always clean but she never saw the cleaners.

She was reading a book in Vlad’s study when someone appeared out of nowhere. It was hard to see the person, there’s some sort of glow that makes her blurs her sight but she can vaguely see the person’s white messy hair and their black bodysuit. She asked.

“Who are you?”

.

It has been several months since Vlad last launched some nefarious plan. Ever since Vlad reentered the Fentons’ lives, he had always been at best, a constant burr to their lives. Irritating and difficult to remove. Several months of silence is too long in Danny’s opinion. Ghost Zone seems normal so Vlad must be plotting something big. It’s time to visit the old fruitloop.

The trip went surprisingly easy as Danny quietly slipped through Vlad’s house. The hallways were empty, devoid of people. Almost like a haunted house. Perhaps it is, Danny thought wryly. He thought he felt a faint trickle of his ghost sense but no mist emerged from his breath.

He breezed through the rooms until he found one study room warmly lit with one presence in it. He barged into the room, “Hey Fruitloop! I know you’ve been cooking up some new nefarious plans! Why don’t we just skip straight to the fight can call it don-?” then he saw the room’s occupant, “Mo-Maddie?” he yelped out in surprise, dropping out of the air.

Mo-Maddie blinked and squinted at him for a moment, then asked, “Who are you?”

.

Danny flipped back into the air, “What you do mean ‘Who are you’? It’s me- uh your friendly neighbor Phantom? Ring any bells?”

Maddie mumbled the name to herself, “Phantom, Phantom, Phantom… No, sorry.” She looked up, “I don’t remember that name. Sorry if I don’t recognize you. Have we met before? And how are you floating midair? Is this a new invention?”

Danny... is confounded. What is she doing here? In Vlad’s house of all places? Wasn’t she at home this morning? And what’s with the questions?

Brushing aside her strange questions for later, he asked “M-Maddie? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Fenton Works?”

She replied confusedly, “What is ‘Fenton Works’?

Danny is even more confused. “That’s where you live?”

Maddie frowned, “But I live here? Is this Fenton Works?”

Danny facepalmed at the absurdity, “This is ridiculous…” he muttered into his hand. “How about I take you back to Fenton Works and maybe you’ll recognize it?” Not waiting for a reply, he swooped towards her, catching her in his arms and flew out of Vlad’s house.

Maddie disagreed strongly with the treatment. “I did not consent to this. Take me home Phantom.” She demanded. Vlad’s house grew smaller behind them. A tiny dot of white in the middle of everything green.

Phantom replied, “I am!”

“That’s not the right direction!” she huffed out, “And how are you flying?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m better at directions than you in the sky Maddie!” he retorted back with humor. Maddie’s patience is wearing thin. Whatever good intentions this strange Phantom has, he’s not getting her point.

“You just took me from my house Phantom!” she told him bluntly, “Take me back! Or I swear I’ll bite!”

Danny is taken aback by his mom's attitude.

“I didn't want to do this but I’ve got no choice.” Danny said quietly and attempts to overshadow her. However, he is interrupted by a screech. Recognizing the screech, Danny immediately ducked, dropping lower in the air and rolling to the side while holding tight onto his mom. He turned to look above him. Yup, the three vultures are here, all in their green feathery glory.

The one on the left, Danny never caught their name, stated their demand, “Return the lady to us, Phantom.”

Danny ignored the birds and flew faster, or as fast as he can while holding his precious cargo. But outnumbered 3 to 1, a lucky strike from one of the birds left him open to the other two birds and Danny soon had to retreat without his mom. Danny flew back home at twice the previous speed to get reinforcements.

.

Birds were chirping softly. Quiet burbles of running water. The sun’s rays warm and comfortable. Maddie snuggled into her bed. Something shifted beneath her. Maddie blearily blinked her eyes open.

“Oh sorry, did I wake you up?” It was Vlad. Maddie blinked several times to clear the fog in her head. They were in the back garden, the fountain burbling away quietly in the center of the garden. She shifted up to sit on the bench next to Vlad. She looked up at the sky, it seems like it’s late afternoon now. Then she remembered.

“Vlad?”

“Hmm?”

“A young man came into the house. I think he flew. I asked him how is he flying and he tried to take me away. I told him to take me back home but he said he’s taking me home.”

“That’s a very bizarre dream you have dear.” Vlad commented, amusedly.

“It felt so real. I think it’s real.” She murmured.

“Dreams often do.” he hummed contentedly.

They sat contentedly watching the sun’s rays grow thinner and shadows grow longer. This idyllic world. It feels so small now.

“Vlad?”

“Hmm? Yes Maddie?”

“What’s Fenton Works?” Vlad’s breath hitched.

His reply is carefully neutral, “Fenton Works? That’s an odd name. I don’t think I recognize it. Don’t worry about it, okay? Just let it go. It’s just a weird dream. I don't think you're relapsing back into coma but I can call the doctor if you want to recheck?"

"I- no, it’s fine Vlad. It's probably just a weird dream." She smiled weakly.

No. It’s not just a weird dream. She slightly shifted her arm to hide the small scratch she received from one of the birds. She knew heard Vlad's breath hitch when she asked. Fenton Works meant something to him. It wasn't just a dream.

--

Original prompt: Vlad clones Maddie and elopes with her. (Alternatively a fic where Maddie doesn't recall anything about the outside world and we wonder why until it's revealed that she's a clone)

[chronic-claire-universe]

HI CLAIRE!!! I AM COMING BACK AGAIN TO JOIN THE MATCH UP 😩 I hope you don't mind!

CONGRATS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL CLAIRE!!! I hope Ran always come to your dreams every single night 😌💖 We should discussing our fantasy about him again soon 😌

And here is me! (I edited this so I can give you a complete description about me)

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx sun: Leo moon: gemini, my height is 153cm and I have a petite body. Mentally ill? Yes, I am bipolar and having anorexia (more like relapsing again after surgery). When I am at my manic episode, I almost kill my family at the car-crash because I got too irritated that I pulled my sister's hair while she was driving—luckily she's a good driver or I am gonna be in jail rn 😩 When I was a kid, I used to get into some fights with boys (I won ofc) but since my father died, I tried not to get into fight ( I don't want to deal with my mother's dramatic and victim-mentality ass ) and I (gladly) never fight again after that 😌 That's why I really good at sport ( as a female I always got the highest point—even when compared to the male, I still on the top 5 on sport ) I really good on art ngl that's the reason I am at uni rn because I got scholarship (I won several art competition)! Also, I did english debate competition back then, but we were this 🤏 close to get into semi-final but bruh we defeated by 0.20 point! 🥲 I can do all those things by self-taught!

When I feel sad or miserable, I punish myself by starving myself lmao. Or I will usually get quiet and cut people around me. 

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh. I felt like my kin actually is Rindou Haitani. But when I took the quiz I got Kazutora, Getou, Mori, Eren, and Dio Brando (that's the funny one)

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b ) . I love watching wwe/mma and hate romance anime/movies.

I'd like JJK and Haikyuu match up, please🥺  NSFW and I want male!

—Sorry for long ask :(

Hey my sweet plum, I read your request thousand times, let me say that I got worried and a bit sad hearing what you had to face in your life. I hope your mental health, despite your bipolarism, it isn't too messed up, lot of genius such as Michelangelo suffered bipolar disorder and see what he was capable to create! Ran woke me up this weekend, he wanted company 😁

Anyway, here your escort for my birthday party:

Jujutsu Kaisen - Megumi Fushiguro

Babe it was him or Nanamin, I opted that Megumi could be better since he has more patience than Nanami for your bratty attitude.

Megumi has the sharp mind to get through your facade, to understand your struggles and cope without problems with your rythm.

When you're manic episodes appear, he knows how to support every idea you get, even the strangest one. The first times he was worried to see you this active and in the mood to do things but now he got used to it.

Talking about these episodes, he enjoys when you're in the mood to debate with him or others.

He often suggest to watch some educative documentaries or biopic movies especially the ones that involves human rights. You get in a fiery mood when you watch it and try to explain why the things that the characthers had to endure are atrocious and illegally and how we should fight to eradicate them from the society.

Going to the other facade of the your personality, the depressive episodes are quite difficult to handle, you stay a lot in bed, you don't want to do anything.

He always brings you a cup of tea and cuddles you for hour, sometimes he gives you a paper to let you draw.

He hates when he needs to get you up for work, he knows you struggle and sometimes even cry but in the end when you get a grip you feel a little bit better.

In these cases, he brings you out for a jog or just a walk with his divine dogs or the little bunnies ready to pet.

Overall Megumi has a lot of patience with you but he's repaid when he sees the portrait and the things you cook for him, the struggle worths the prize in the end!

Haikyuu - Daichi Sawamura

I decided you definitely need a calm but strict man in your life and Daichi is perfect for this!

In Haikyuu universe you definitely play in the female team and you met Daichi during a combined training! You're a middle blocker in your team and you can't get me think otherwise!

You are strong and Daichi is astonished to see this, but when Nekoma came for the second time in Miyagi and Kuroo got on you, to give you some advices for a better tecnique, that's where Daichi got really jealous! He saw you for first and he definitely doesn't want, that roosterhead to hit on you!

"Marv go out with me!" it wasn't a question, it was a statement "I guess asking isn't in your knowledge, but Daichi there are proper times when to ask me out. Not when I'm sweaty and in a middle of a training!" you say with sharp eyes, Kuroo laughed at your bluntness and went away, but Daichi reply "Yep, sorry I got carried away and I felt to say it know" you smirk and say "Jelous are we? Ne Daichi don't blush!".

Your relationship is pretty natural, your dates consist in training and homemade dinner

You're pretty active and energetic in Daichi's mind, that's why when you went in one of your depressive episodes he got really worried.

As Megumi he took a lot of care of you, but the difference is that he prefers that you recover from yourself, also, if you have a therapy it's really difficult for you to take it in these moments and he obliges you to eat something and help you bring down the pill.

Normally you would hate these moments, but Daichi knows really well how to handle them, comfort foods such as pizza, tacos, ice cream, sushi are there for you to help you improve your mood and somehow it helps.

When you get a bit better, you can't go out training but you definitely draw or play sports with the Wii at home, this is definitely quality time for him.

Overall it could sound strange but Daichi doesn't hate these episodes, because he can see that you can do chores or just have fun, and this is definitely a proof of strenght for him!

He definitely loves Marv the warrior girl!

I finished! Babe hope this wasn't too sad for you, but I figured out that seeing you needed fluff and comfort, thanks for opening up and join the event, if you want to help me with a little gift here this is my Ko-Fi!

[bunnyywritings]

Could you please do Akaashi, kuroo, suga and Tsukishima comforting reader because she has an ED and feels disgusting and gross every time she eats? I’ve been feeling like shit lately and my ED is getting worse and I just need comfort rn, it’d mean a lot to me thank u:)

comforting fem!s/o with an ED

[a/n: hi hi anon! Thank you for the request I’m sorry that this is a little late but I really hope you feel better soon and that these can bring you some comfort!💓💓 i love u sweetheart!! I made these kinda like mini scenarios? drabbles? instead of hcs -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of an ED, throwing up, nothing too explicit

❁ akaashi keiji

It didn’t take him long to figure out that you were acting a bit strange. Whenever he suggested going to grab lunch after school, you had always shrugged and said you weren’t too hungry and you were still full from lunch, but he knew you hadn’t eaten then either but he didn’t say anything so you two would just go to a cafe or something. He was starting to get very worried when you were getting headaches or when he saw that you were just less energetic than usual.

“(Y/n), you know you could tell me anything right? I would never judge you for being honest with me.” He held your hand from across the table, gently running his thumb over your knuckles.

You guys had just returned from a date where you had barely touched your food, again. Sighing, you stared at the table before nervously looking back up at him.

“I-“ Mouth opening an closing a few times in indecision. Should you be honest? Or should you tell another little white lie? He noticed the internal struggle that you were having as your eyes started to swirl with tears and panic started to bubble in his chest.

“You don’t have to say anything, my love. I just want you to know that I’m here for you.” The warmth and concern in his words made the tears drop as you nodded.

“I just...I haven’t been r-really eating.” He nodded, his suspicions confirmed as he calmly waited for you to continue. “It feels wrong, just the thought of eating makes me sick to my stomach.” A frown wrinkled his face as a bitter laugh rumbled from your chest. “Even if I was sick to my stomach, it’s not like anything would come up.” Your shoulder started to shake as you looked down at your lap, taking your hand from his and covering your mouth. Quickly rushing to you, he pulled you up from your seat and pulled you into his chest. An arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other around your shoulder, gently pressing your head into the crook of his neck. His heart clenching painfully as you tightly clutched onto his shirt.

He held you tightly, waiting until your tears subsided.

“I can’t say I know what that feels like but-“ he softly peeled you away from him, holding you at arms length. “You don’t have to go through it alone. I still love you and will make sure to do the most that I can to show you every day.” His hand came up and carefully caressed your cheek. “I can help you in any way you want me to, just know that I will always be here for you.”

The two of you had cuddled afterwards where he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. He loves you, there’s nothing that can stop him from being there for the most important person in his life.

❁ kuroo tetsuro

It would take him a little longer than Akaashi to figure out that you were having trouble. It’s not that he isn’t observant, you’re just really good at hiding it. You took every precaution possible. If you two were on a date where there was food involved, you’d take advantage of whenever he went into the bathroom. Throwing away or hiding your meal so it looks like you had eaten. However, recently it had gotten worse.

You had worked up the courage to eat at least one small thing/meal a day. Whether it was a granola bar, some onigiri, or even half a sandwich. You were proud of yourself for being able to keep your disgust down but other days just weren’t as good. The moment any food touched your tongue, you gagged and spit it out or it would even go as far as you having to rush to the toilet and throw it up.

Kuroo had invited you over to his place, he was having Kenma and a few of the boys over for a video game/movie night so, he thought why not invite my amazing, gorgeous girlfriend. You had survived the night so far, dodging offers of snacks with the ‘I’m full’ or ‘I had dinner before coming’ but when they had ordered some pizza is when things went downhill.

You figured that if you waited a few minutes, all the slides would be claimed and inhaled by the boys and it was working so far...until Kuroo insisted that you at least have a piece and with every bodies eyes on you, you felt pressured and took the tiniest slice there was. You were a little surprised when you hadn’t immediately spit it back out but the moment you swallowed it, you felt your body lurch in disgust. Willing yourself to keep it down was hard, but you did so and distracted yourself with beating Lev at Super Smash Bro’s. Once it was time for everyone to go, you felt a little guilty at the relief that spread through your body but when Kuroo had gone outside to see everyone off, that’s when you took your chance. You rushed over to the restroom and started to purge anything that was in your stomach. What you hadn’t accounted for was how long it actually took you.

“Hey kitten, if you’re still h-“ He paused when he caught you hunched over the toilet, expelling what little was in your stomach. “Oh my god! (Y/n) are you okay?!” He got onto his knees beside you and comfortingly rubbed your back. This is kinda the moment where he put two and two together. He was besides you through the whole thing, rubbing your back and holding your hand as you rinsed out your mouth. The two of you had sat down to talk about it. Instant guilt flooding his body as he remembered on how insistent he was to get you to eat.

“I’m so sorry kitten...”

“I-It’s okay Tetsu, you didn’t know.” A surprised squeal left your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing little kisses all over your face. Whispering words of love and encouragement after each one. He vowed to help you and to shower you with encouragement and love every damn day.

❁ sugawara koushi

He knows. He’s known for a bit but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and bring it up. He would encourage you to eat, or he’d slip little snack into your bag along with a cute little note. At that point, you knew that he knew. So you worked with him to come up with a way that he could be involved with helping you slowly get to being able to stomach whole meals.

What neither of you really expected was the sudden relapse that you had experienced. And it hit you hard.

He had come over one morning and found you absolutely distraught. There was a plate in front of you and a half eaten bagel, but beside it was a little bit of the bagel that you had spit out. He rushed to your side and pulled you into his arms.

“I-I’m sorry Koushi, I-“

“Darling, why are you apologizing?” He asked quietly, hand raking through your hair in a comforting manner.

“B-Because, after all t-the hard work t-that you helped me w-with...it was all for nothing.” You cried into his chest.

“Of course it wasn’t.” He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “If anything, I’m proud of you darling. You didn’t spit out all of it right?” You mumbled a small ‘no.’ “You got the rest of it down, and that’s all that matters.”

You guys spent that morning in each other’s arms, before he helped you run your errands. He had gotten you to eat a little bit of granola bar throughout the day and some water so you could at least get some of the necessary nutrients for the day. Once you guys had made it back to your place and he grinned widely, holding the empty wrapper in front of you.

“See, you finished an ENTIRE granola bar today. You should be proud, I know I am.”

He always reminded you that even the smallest victories are the biggest ones.

“I love you darling.” He gently grasped your chin between his fingers. “You’re making amazing progress and I’m greatful that you’re letting me be apart of it.” He presses a loving kiss on your lips, both of your mouths moving together lovingly and softly. You were blown away at how supportive he was, but honestly, he coudn’t help it. He loved you and that was enough reason to help you on your journey.

❁ tsukishima kei

Kei understood to some degree. Some weeks he would go without eating for a couple days in a row. Not on purpose really, just because he forgets. Plus, it’s not like he eats a ton on a daily basis.

He’s very observant, so he notices very quickly that you’re not really eating. He doesn’t really know how to approach it so he just...doesn’t. He finally does when he notices that you’re slowly slipping and you’re less and less like yourself. He feels guilty that he hadn’t brought it up sooner. He just isn’t good with talking about sensitive/vulnerable things. He surprisingly asks Suga and Daichi for help, not mentioning what the topic is but just for advice on how to bring up a sensitive topic and how to encourage someone.

Both are almost in tears at his serious question.

They give him the best advice they can with what little information they have but their happy to help.

He’s contemplating on when to bring it up but when he catches you throwing away your untouched lunch. It was very awkward and blunt but it was in normal Kei fashion. You could hear the concerned undertone to his question. Watching and listening calmly when you tried to stutter out an excuse.

“I know you’re not eating, (y/n)...why?” He sighed. If you hadn’t known him, you would’ve thought he was annoyed.

“I-well I’m just not feeling very hungry t-today...” You laughed nervously, watching as he gave you a bit of a harsh look and you sighed. “Okay, okay. I not feeling hungry, ever.” You groaned quietly. “It’s hard to explain...I just don’t like how it feels when I eat. Whenever the food just touches my tongue, it-“ he watched as you shuddered in disgust.

“But you know you need to eat right? You can’t be skipping meals every day.” Your face quickly turned sour.

“You’re one to talk, you barely even eat most days too.” You frowned, he could basically see steam coming out of your nose as you stood up from your seat. “So how are you gonna sit there and tell me that eating is important. I KNOW it is okay?! You don’t think I get frustrated that I can’t even stomach a freaking banana, Kei.” You laughed bitterly but his heart broke once he saw your tears. “A banana...” He frowned, making his way to you and wrapping you in his arms. Your legs were trembling, both of you falling to your knees.

“I-I’m sorry (y/n), I didn’t really think about it like that...” He’s beating himself up for upsetting you further.

So, he did his research. He read up on a bunch of studies and articles about EDs and how they work. The psychological damage and the difficult process of recovery. He didn’t care. If the process took months or years, he’d be there right by your side. He wanted you in his life for a long, long time.

You were a bit surprised at how hands on he was. He was helping you start off slow. He was also making sure to eat everyday so he wasn’t being a hypocrite and so you could see that he was there with your. You can see the little smile on his lips when you make progress, and if you digress or you have a relapse, he still has that smile and tells you how much he loves you and how thrilled he was about your development.

“You’re not sick of me right?” Your voice was echoed because you were currently hunched over the toilet bowl, you had felt the need to throw up but nothing came up.

“Of course not. I love you, you idiot.” He gently massages your thigh, “I see us having a future together...I want us to have a future together.” You sat upright, eyes glistening and lips twitched up in a grin.

“I do too...” You leaned forward to kiss him but he put a hand in front of your mouth.

“Not until you at least rinse.”

“But I didn’t even throw up~” You whined. He shook his head, fighting the smile threatening to split his lips.

God he loved you. So, so much.

hehehe basically all these boys would 100% support you in your recovery and shower you with love and cuddles

[doakaptan]

i think i finally get mad men and im not happy about it

Two weeks ago I started watching Mad Men for an assignment and accidentally became obsessed with a show that had no premise other than Don Draper bedding various women. 5 seasons in, I bought myself a mechanical keyboard just so that I can live the aesthetic of the show while writing this.

(I will write this post assuming you have read my first blog post about this show but you don’t have to worry about missing any info because the first blog post was me predicting an unpredictable show and cursing at characters)

So turns out, I did not really figure out anything by only watching the first seven episodes. No surprise there. But by diving deep into the first 2 seasons I realized that Mad Men is actually deeper than it lets on and the cheapening effect of its over-sexualized characters don’t really do a great job at hiding it. Actually after a while sex in the show is more symbolism than actual sex. It especially signifies a mental state that is special to Don and you actually start feeling sorry for him whenever a sex scene comes up. 

Well, Don Draper is a villain as well as the hero or to put it more accurately, a tragic hero and as the seasons progress you develop a love hate relationship with him. And if you binge watch 5 seasons and use all your spare time to think about it, you start relating to Don. Surprisingly Don had all the odds against him and lived an awful life without ever doing anything to prompt it. As I learned more about his life I actually started getting mad at the alternative reality of Mad Men because goddamn let the man breathe and be happy for once. 

At the start I was mad about him cheating on Betty with every single powerful women that looked his way and I am still mad, you can’t really excuse that, but as their relationship was revealed more and more I kind of started to understand why he preferred spending the nights somewhere else. Betty is incredibly hard to put up with and no offense but even I’m not sticking around for her character development. She is overbearing, childish, overall a pain in the ass. If I knew her in real life I would have thought that she was pampered too much and was unable to grow up and get a grip as a result. She has mommy issues though and I respect that. There are also moments that she shines and she especially prefers shining only after they get a divorce and when she knows she will get Don’s approval. Before I lose track and continue talk about Betty know that Don is always worse and let me wrap up his analysis. 

Don is, in my opinion, someone who experiences love by avoiding it. (A love avoidant may be the term but I am not really sure). He marries Betty because he falls in love too hard and starts avoiding her right after their marriage, he likes the artist woman too much so he leaves her to be with someone she is more compatible with, same thing with the most of the women he chases. I only realized how hard he avoids the people he likes during season 4 when he decides to marry his secretary (who mind you spend like 4 days with him in Los Angeles to take care of his children) rather than building a healthy relationship with Faye who was probably the best person he could have ended up with. This also relates back to his self-destructive tendencies. He never truly believes that he deserved anything so he makes sure that he ruins it.

He excessively drinks and smokes, cuts ties on a whim, cheats and only ever feels truly like himself while he’s with Anna (who dies later in the series). Anna is and was the friend he needed all along. Even in his stolen identity Anna was the only person who accepted him as who he is and didn’t leave his side even in his darkest times. The man literally went to Korea by himself to defend an area and came back with a stolen id and lots of trauma and adopted himself into the life of her (the wife of the person he stole his identity from) and made sure she lived a life full of love. He shines the most when he can be himself but his old identity is and probably will always be an enigma to him. 

I think he’s slowly starting to find his way and make up for his mistakes but since he is used to self-destructing his set backs get more and more brutal each time. I start relating to him at this point the most. Relapsing in situations like these is brutal and it always feels like it is the last time and for once, for Don, it is the last time. He starts writing to understand himself and starts doing things like, regularly going to swimming or getting into a healthy relationship with someone who will be with him and help him through his ups and downs. He relapses when he decides to marry his secretary and from then on his relapse will only get worse but I believe that he is getting somewhere…

I will update this post once and for all, when I finish the entire series but for now I weirdly have hope that everything will end well for Don. 

And since I overstayed my welcome by going way over the word-limit I will speed run the thoughts I have about the other characters.

Betty, despite my comments earlier is actually misunderstood and deserves more than she gets. She truly loved Don and did everything in her power to make him happy. She even left her very successful modeling career to get married with him while SHE DESERVED BETTER THAN HIM. Her parenting is questionable but it can be overlooked because right now (in the middle of a global pandemic) we can all agree that being stuck with our family 24/7 is not ideal and we have been doing it for only a year while she has been doing it for more than a decade with more children adding up. LEAVE BETTY DRAPER/FRANCIS ALONE. 

(Also, watch the scene where she shoots at her neighbor’s pigeons because he threatened little Sally with killing her dog then talk to me about good parenting…)

Pete Campbell, turns out I really like him and his work ethic. I wish he ended up with Peggy but he is doing just fine with Trudy good for him. good. for. him. Thank god they didn’t follow up Trudy’s ‘old lover’, ‘the one that got away' plot line because it would probably be the thing I hated the most about watching this show. She is not an interesting character and she’ll never be. Good for Pete though, good for Pete. He never gets anything and I don’t know if he deserves getting it because we are not that exposed to him. But he is loyal to the ones he loves and even though his morals can get a bit questionable at times he is hardworking and will build up a great life as far as I’m concerned. (And if he doesn’t you can find me on ao3 re-writing his plot because I am no longer appreciating Pete-slander in this house).

Peggy. GOOD FOR HER GOOD FOR HER. LEAVE THAT DAMN CATHOLIC CHURCH AND HANG OUT WITH WANNABE REALEST OF THE REALEST ARTISTS. Also love the gay girl she should have ended up with her instead of the wannabe artist who only talks about capitalism. Peggy’s job is capitalism their relationship don’t really make sense.

Joan… Joan deserved someone who treated her right but fell into the lap of a charming locker-room-mouthed jock, who tried to be a surgeon and failed then tried to be a psychiatrist and failed and finally got drafted for Vietnam (ngl I hope he dies there). Unpopular opinion she should have ended up with Roger because while I hate ‘the perfect girl fixes boy with problems’ trope I would have eat it up. I like them together and surprisingly they are good together. I think she is the only one smart enough to actually lead cis-het white men who think they own everything because they are men, within their company and she deserves more than she gets with the shit she deals with. 

On a last note, the topics Mad Men deals with sometimes can get a bit triggering or upsetting but I think it is worth a watch.

[bigoltrashpile]

Hello yes I'm in anon so my friends don't worry but I just had a really bad relapse and hurt myself, so can I ask for a happy story with butch and noir? With a short reader who's touch shy? Thank you!

Oh no! :( Anon, I’m always here for you if you need to talk, okay?  If you ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, don’t hesitate to reach out.  I’m here for you.  Anyway, here’s just a goofy little slice of life for you, I hope this makes you feel a little better.

It was just a casual day in the skeletons’ house.  About half of them were out for the day, so you took the opportunity to just relax on the couch in the living room.  You were reading a book that you had been meaning to read for a while, absorbed in your own little world.

All of the sudden, a very chubby white fluff ball sprinted into the room and jumped into your lap.  You let out an “Oof!” as the breath was knocked out of you by a speeding Doomfanger.

“Hey Doomy, what’s going on?” you asked rhetorically.  Obviously she didn’t respond, just blinked up at you.

“Y/N, HAVE YOU SEEN DOO-AH, THERE SHE IS,” Noir interrupted himself as he strode purposefully into the room.  “Y/N, I REQUIRE MY CAT.”

“What for?” you asked.

“I AM TRYING TO MAKE A ‘MEME’ FOR MY BROTHER,” he explained as he attempted to pry his cat off of your lap.  “IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT CATS ARE VERY POWERFUL ON THE INTERNET, ESPECIALLY WHEN COUPLED WITH RUSSIAN TEXT.”

You snorted.  “Yup, they sure are!  But it doesn’t seem like she wants to go with you.”  In fact, it hurt quite a bit, Doomfanger was digging her claws into your thighs.

“WELL THEN, WHAT WOULD YOU SUGGEST?” Noir demanded, hands on his hips.

“Just take the picture here?  Obvoiusly she doesn’t want to move.”

Noir paused.  He looked ashamed, like he hadn’t thought of that.  “THAT’S...NOT A TERRIBLE IDEA.”

You and Noir spent the next few minutes trying to pose Doomfanger in the best position for memes.  Doomy seemed to like you holding her, so you were the one in charge of the posing.

Just as Noir was finally satisfied with the picture, there was a displacement of air and Butch appeared on the couch next to you.  “ugh, what a fuckin’ day,” he mumbled as he plopped his head onto your shoulder.  He didn’t seem surprised that you were there, just wanted someone to cuddle with.

You stiffened at the unexpected touch, but didn’t make a movie to get him off of you.  “H-hey Butch, how was your day?”

“fuckin’ terrible.  sooooo boring,” he complained.  “i just wanna take a nap.”

“UGH, YOU’RE SO LAZY,” Noir rolled his eyes.  “YOU SLEPT FOR ALMOST EIGHT WHOLE HOURS LAST NIGHT!”

“yeah, which is a normal sleep schedule.”

“UNIMPORTANT!”

“Well, Butch,” you interrupted.  “You can, um...c-cuddle with me i-if you want?”

Butch raised an eyebrow at you.  “are ya nervous?” he teased.

“W-what?  No!” you said quickly.  “It’s just...I don’t usually get touched, so I’m a little shy...”

“BUT DOOMFANGER IS ON YOU RIGHT NOW,” Noir pointed out.  Surprisingly, Doomfanger hadn’t left when Butch had appeared, only curling up on your lap to take a nap.

“hey, why does doomy get to nap but i don’t?” Butch complained, half-jokingly.

Noir sat next to you on your opposite side, which made you blush.  “IT’S HARD WORK FOR HER TO BE SO SMALL AND ADORABLE!  SHE DESERVES IT!”

“yeah, sure,” Butch tried to grumble, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

You giggled and tried your best to ignore the surprisingly warm and soft skeletons on either side of you.  Noir seemed a bit stiff, but was starting to relax, while Butch was leaning fully on you, obviously not caring what you thought.

Butch sighed and slid more down the couch so he was essentially laying next to you with his arms around your waist like you were a teddy bear.  Seems like you weren’t moving now.

To your other side, Noir yawned (an obviously fake yawn) and stretched his arms over his head.  When he put his arms back down, one was around your shoulders.

You squinted playfully at him, and he only smirked back down at you.  It was probably better not to fight him on this.  You relaxed a bit more, starting to actually enjoy the touch.

With two handsome, comfortable skeletons on either side of you and a cat in your lap, what could possibly be better?