#i dont know but the like ''beeping'' kind of noises. they sound just like how los campesinos uses them and it makes me SO HAPPY

[infizero]

just finished listening to mammalian sighing reflex .

[marcygoo]

okazyyyy here we go. parts from murder drones eps 6-7 that really tickle my brain that i never see people mention like ever (if you come into the reblogs or comments of this post being like "why didnt you include (x part that everyone talks about)!!!" then that is why. and also i am going. to Eat You.) this isnt really going to be organized or anything. basically just me being abnormal about sounds and movements and other minuscule details that im really fond of for however many words

okay, first thing is gonna be a sound thing. i absolutely LOVE the beeping sound uzi's visor makes in this part. i really like sounds.

cant get a good screenshot of the movement cus.. yknow. duh. movement. but the way alice moves from there to the ground to where v is so. idk. fluid. its so fun to look at i really like it

the finger snap here. i love this finger snap. the noise. the movement. its so good. its so crisp. i love it

the lighting on uzi's face. forgive me for using the word crisp twice in a row but its crisp. its really good. okay

and the lighting on n's face here??? the colors are so harsh. i really like looking at it. okay. i feel like im not writing enough to just describe how much i like the lighting here. i really like it. its cool. okay i think its cool. i dunno

i really like this hallway. thats it. thats the section. the way the camera slowly tilts just a little bit while it zooms in? the way the slowed down music in the background almost sounds like alarm sirens? like okay

another thing i cant capture properly because, duh, movement! but the way the red sentinel kind of dips down here? i dont know why it did that but it slayed. and id like you all to ignore the fact that my nyan cat youtube bar got caught in the screenshot

the sound effect that plays here when "tessa" cuts herself with the sword. i dunno. its just a really satisfying sound to me thats all

another thing about sound effects really close to the last one but. the sorta crunching noises that uzis hand being contorted here make. im normal about sounds i promise. ok on to episode 7

the lighting here. on nori. insane. im not normal. as mentioned before with n i love this kind of harsh lighting especially with the drones it just looks so visually appealing

okay ANOTHER part i cant properly capture. this bit where it zooms in on the screen and shows the elevator. im. not normal about it. i really really like it alright.

UGHHHH THE WAY UZIS HAND MOVES HERE. THE MOVEMENT. THE FLUIDITY OF IT. IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED. AAUUGHHHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHH

LETS EAT!!!! DUDE. UGHHHH. AUGH. i LOVE this part SO MUCH you guys have no idea. im obsessed with it. the line delivery. the pose. the shot. the implications. the way that its just such a simple and commonly used phrase. do you get it. do you understand. genuinely one of my favorite little parts in the whole series im not kidding. let's eat

o-o-o-o-ow! ! !!! i always love the glitched voice effects alright. and that combined with the movement of nori's body being forced back by the crucifix. idk. i dunno man. i just like it

and UGH. LITERALLY right after that. the lighting flash just as she pulls it out of her face????? i hate this show so much guys. aughhhhhUGHHHHHHHHH AUGHJJ

grrrr this part. i literally NEVER see people mention it but. the way uzi.. the solver.... uh. whagever. the way their eyes sorta wobble when they turn to look up at n and nori. its a really cool movement to me i dunno

THE CRUNCHING NOISE WITH THE MOUTH GETTING PULLED SO FAST FROM A TINY FROWN TO A HUGE SMILE LIKE THAT??? EWWW????? INSANE. CRAZY. I LOVVE ITTT AUGH

no comment needed. the 😁

ok im kinda putting a lot of stuff from this fight on here. forgive me. its got a lot of really cool stuff. this part like. like. the way all the sound gets kinda muffled and crunchy.. aughh.... i love it. hurts me in my bones. 10/10

ok bit of an unusual thing to point out here but. the solvers flapping here. its so strange. it looks so weird and mechanical to me. in a good way i love it

the hand twitch. no further comment.

eugh. this part. the way the coagulated blood (???) almost jiggles like jelly. eughhh ewwwwwww. why are you like thattttt. (positive! i love blood.)

drone sound: much, crunch (i REALLY like the sound effect that plays when uh... flesha. bends down and Crunches dolls core. the sorta glass breaking sound. sorry doll.)

the fucking frog blink. why are you like that. i hate this thing so much.

the music that starts up right as j lands.. eughjghgjhhhh. augh. dies. also side note that i wasnt able to fit really anywhere. but i love the sound that the ship makes. dont know how to describe it but yknow what im talking about right

the fucking. sound effect. of uzi stabbing her own hand with the protruding bone. crunch. i really really love crunchy crunching sounds. theyre so good. one of my favorites honestly

uh. okay. well thats it thats the post. thanks for coming to my Autism. walks away

[wpdariacutnes]

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Me: so enifing creppypasta fandom ask me well canda say comunity but enifing radom type so out say fandom because type finks like human/demon/ spooky cartoon yara yara

Canda a lot like not limit but make good story a radom spooky staws in forest dys logic

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Me: im neber a make name violet but canda rezan wona say pronase hem and name violetor because hate woman status ( a no bully das take self a asshole move)

but yes it is a girl generally small normaly father such america/eglish and mother mexico (( because mask a colors make logic a old is mexico skull mask...so yeah) canda more years old 22 (probably small past a be 12 years old, but they wanted to give more than one action with a lighter) more high plases ( I didn't want to give some mesca kolwek but in the end I gave forest and a kind of class gang because radom bivouac) but that was some kind of exercise she was the only one who was negative because they had a whole class the gang had more of their own business which was about what the highs were doing or smoking cigarettes or those villages tas tas ewgdbws) but she was good because her mother wanted to go to the forest for an exercise because maybe it won't be bad and she thought that eating and watching tv would be good but matcher a dad say das go going fine ( knows nice parents a enifing finks a never see a akochol on kid a buy it) but generally the poekuns went away and high drank borwary on the fire (because the bus is the only pekunu in the land of peace and the best education about good women's rules blah blah) and so all happy violet bored until the trumpets improves a bored it's another chick some bodynka (maybe little soffy? no pamenta but boy yes koshon and yes is the English name ten koshon or Karola or something) it invented a game of bottles because twister's nick is not herbs and the affair was, although violet is alive fanely enoing play dys game actually, violet didn't get drawn anyway, but she sat with them anyway, there were laughs and sometimes cute things that violet himself says that he is going to the bathroom wogule normality that the sounds drama because mosquitoes guys I catch frogs jara jara normality high noise of fun it's actually another chick that ornage asked if she could take it for mosquitoes (violet smokes cigarettes like something because she smokes ×_×) it's total evil this prykać on mosquitoes and a small lighter how she knew this beeping on first and this other chick closed her eyes and violet greens a lighter and if she burned it just like that, others expected and they ok normality ok (she murdered 2 girls with a shovel and 1 hit you with her head and in the old version she drowned this chick) that other friend (I all that boy kind of soffy? ) well chraing but dys guardian a dys persen das get gun and shut leg a L side a violet and she start running because a Guardian call police and violet hit self a head a open bus it was the police who were on the run, total violet starved for damage because they itched so much so ask guardian what happened normal expleing enifing happened but look a canda introsting insaide room a pills a canda enifing not insanety a saddes ( . . . How make true name a pills a someone say NO) so canda dys rezan a twister a she a be killer a violet is a victim so normal parents here police enifing guardian in car police a radom take in side a look her a guardian a plice say a dys woman in car is insanty saddes so relly dont knows a how bed be but enifing get a dys a better a parents take care a violet a back home a enifing body das get a new and expleing a notes in TV a " guardian get saddes and insanety be a pycho killer a kill 3 grils and 1 boy and rezan radom dog a finish"

( is not so lot is so enifing clasic spooky story makes a violet mask )

Dys but violet and radom 3 harts and moon a dys up head das rezan a wona see or cosplay dys because someone ask a can cosplay like yeah? Because is not me fevret cherater is das only numer 1 a make so yeah sure do a cosplay

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[tangledstarlight]

hello 😌

“You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up” for juke please :)

you really went 'hm lets chose the saddest option' huh??? what follows is all on you okay i dont take any responsibility for it 😬(i really made myself a lil sad with this one okay). anyway!! hope you like it!!! 😊💜

trigger warnings!! mentions of injuries and character deaths

20. you’re in a coma and i confess all my feelings only for you to wake up

50 cliche tropes and prompts!

Julie didn’t like hospitals. Though she supposes that most people don’t like them. They’re too bright, too loud and too quiet at the same time.They can be places where you get the best news of your life. But for her they’d always been the place she got the worst.

She can still remember sitting in the waiting room as a doctor talked to her dad, and she can appreciate them trying to spare her, to give her one more moment to live in a world where her mom is alive. But she’d heard the alarms and the nurses rushing into her room. She already knew long before her dad came back over and knelt in front of her and Carlos.

Hospitals were places for bad news.

Where people died and didn’t come home.

(And she knows it’s stupid, and that it’s just a childhood superstition, but a part of Julie had always thought the day her mom died was her due to her. That her mom her died on the one day they’d had to leave early because of a stupid dance rehearsal, and no one had been with her. And maybe, if they’d not left, her mom might still be alive.)

Julie really hated that she’d almost not walked into the building after she’d gotten the call. Because if she didn’t walk in, she didn’t have to see him. She didn’t have to hear what had happened and what they’d done to help and how they didn’t know if he’d wake up. If she didn’t walk inside Luke would be okay and she could go home and pretend he’d just been held up in traffic.

A kind nurse had led her to his room after a doctor had explained about the accident, about the car that had run a light and how there had been bleeding on his brain and fractures close to his heart and that ‘surgery went well, we’re hopeful’.

Alex had been pacing in the space nearest the window, back and forth, back and forth while Willie watched with his arms right across his chest, and Reggie had been sitting in the chair next to his bed, staring intently at the monitors beeping away.

Julie had walked in slowly, and she knows she’d looked at the other boys, knows that she must have said something because Reggie stood up and arms wrapped around her in a hug and she’d been ushered into the chair.

But all she really remembers is looking at Luke in the bed.

Too still, too pale, covered in bruises and bandages and wires.

That had been 2 days ago.

Julie hadn’t left the hospital, his bedside, since. Even though she’d insisted that the boys go home, rest, shower, and have a real meal. They’d tried to make her go too, but something in her eyes had made them stop. She doesn’t know what they saw. But that’s fine. They’d left her to it.

They say people in a coma can hear you, that’s what the nurses and doctors keep reminding them. That they should talk to him. But for the first time in the 10 years that she's known him, Julie doesn’t know what to say.

Alex talks about the shows he’s missed and who’s released a new album that day, keeps him up to date with the ever changing top 100. Reggies tells him that his guitar is fine (‘because we all know that’s going to be one of the first questions he asks’), and all about the fight he’d almost seen in the parking lot. They talk to him like they always do. Like he’ll respond.

Talking to Luke has always been one of her favourite things, one the easiest things. They’d just clicked from the moment they’d met, and there hadn’t been a day since where they’d not talked.

But now, as she sits in the chair next to his hospital, where he’s too still and too quiet, Julie doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what to do with all the thoughts and feelings at war within her.

So, she does what she’s always done, she tries to write about them. About her. About him. And if she says it out loud as she goes, well that counts, right?

“You know,” she starts, and has to clear her throat at her how croaky her voice sounds, not sure when she’d last spoken. Knowing it must have been a while. After taking a sip of the warm temperature water Julie tries again.

“Y’know I sometimes think I've loved you my whole life. Which I know is impossible because we didn’t meet until we were 16 but, I don’t know. It was like I’d just been waiting for you,” she trails off, fingers tight around the pen as she stares at the page of his notebook, “For Alex and Reggie too. But— but mostly you. I’d been waiting for you to barge into my life and demand I start living again. I kind of hated you a little for that at first, y’know? I was quite happy living in my musicless life. At least I pretended I was. You saw right through that.”

Julie shakes her head at the memory, at 16 year old Luke asking why she didn’t sing anymore, at him saying it was silly to live in the quite when her mom had clearly loved all the noise.

“I don’t think I believe in fate or anything, because if fate is real it means my mom had to die and I just— I don’t think that’s right. But I think we were always meant to meet, that we’re… tied together. And that our lives are supposed to be lived together. Silly, right?”

She smiles over at him, lips almost quirking up with humour, and she can almost imagine him opening his eyes and smiling back at her the same way. But he doesn’t. The monitors continue beeping and Luke continues sleeping.

The doctors start to look a little worried when they check his vital signs on day four, whispered exchanges with nurses and eyes darting to where the three of them hover around his bed. It’s Alex who breaks first, turning to glare at Luke’s still form and demanding he, “Wake up. Wake up right now Luke. You are not allowed to just die on us. Not like this damn it!”

There had been tears, threats and bargains. Luke had slept on and Alex had stormed out, Reggie following after him and Julie had stayed in the room. Where she’d been for four days.

“Alex is right,” she starts quietly as she reclaims her chair, “You can’t just die on us like this Luke. We’ve only done one album, you always said you wanted to go out in blaze of glory or after you’d had at least five number one albums. We’ve barely even started.” There’s no response, not even a slight hitch on the machines and Julie blows out a breath, slumping back in her chair.

She lets her eyes trace over his face, taking in the way his eyelashes brush against his skin, the way his cheekbones stand out, the yellow-purple bruise that’s finally starting to fade along his jawline. His hair was already getting a little long and had never been great at staying neat, and four days in a coma seems to have done nothing to help that fact. If she pretends there’s no tubes in his nose, wires across his chest, needles in his arms, Julie can almost imagine they’re back in the garage after falling asleep after working too long on a song.

“I heard you, that night,” Julie whispers, leaning forward to carefully slip her hand under his, like they’re holding hands and whispering secrets in the dark. “When we were on the bus, and I’d gotten scared because of the thunder and you stayed up watching Disney films with me. I heard you when she said you loved me, when you thought I was asleep.”

Her thumb runs over the back of his hand, tracing a parallel line to the needle going into his skin.

“I didn’t say anything because I was scared. I’ve loved you for so long, and knowing you loved me too it just— it scared me,” it’s a secret she's keeps locked inside for so long that a sudden weight feels like it’s lifted off her chest at saying it out loud, “You mean so much to me Luke that I— I got scared about what might happen if we acted on the feelings and it all went to hell. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“But right now I’m more scared about maybe never getting to tell you. So I need you to wake up Luke, I need you to wake up for Alex and Reggie, and for yourself. But I need you to wake up so I can tell you I love you, okay?” She can’t look at him, doesn’t want to not see his eyes, always so bright and full of love, not looking at her. “So wake up, please.”

Julie almost doesn’t notice the change. Almost misses the way the monitor's beeping changes slightly, the way his fingers flex where they’re resting over hers.

“Luke?” Her eyes snap up to his face where his eyes are blinking open, gaze slightly hazy with pain but most definitely looking right at her, his lips turned up a little at the corners around the tube in his mouth. “Oh god. Hold on, just— let me get someone!”

It’s an hour later and many tests and questions later that Julie finally finds herself back in the chair by Luke’s bedside, and this time when she slips her hand into his, his fingers wrap automatically around hers.

“I love you,” he says, voice rough and there’s a slight wince on his brow but his lips are pulled into a wide smile and Julie can’t stop the laugh that bubbles past her lips.

“That’s what I was supposed to say! You can’t just beat me to it,” she shakes her head, and smiles at him, “I love you too.”

[marvelstuff-n-buckyfluff]

Avengers on the day your water breaks

This may be totally scientifically inaccurate but oh well here goes

Tony 

You grunted as you stepped down the stairs, careful not to fall. You could barely see the steps over your belly so you were holding tightly to the railing as you took a step at a time. You were about to take the last step when you felt something loosen in your hooha. You looked down and your eyes widened to see a yellowish liquid on the last step. You had no idea what was about to happen next. This was your first child and you sure as hell knew the baby daddy was just as clueless as you.

Tony was in the kitchen, eating and working on some designs for his tech when he heard you call.

“Uhh, Tony?! Come here come here come HERE!” He scrambled off the chair, the sound of papers flying and the chair skidding on the floor, filling the room. He ran around the corner to the sound of your frantic voice and stopped when he saw you bracing your stomach. 

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Tony my water broke! Oh my god, it’s time!” You gulped. Tony remained frozen in place, his mouth gaping and eyes wide as saucers. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE, GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL, GENIUS!!!” You shrieked. Finally, he snapped out of it, only to say something so incredibly stupid.

“C-crap, that was today?! C-C-Can we postpone it??” You froze in your tracks. You almost missed it, and you wish you did, but you heard it. Your head whipped to the side to give him the most murderous glare you’d given anyone. 

With murder on your mind you quickly picked up a stray heel that was laying on the floor and threw it at him, making him flinch and lift up a leg to shield himself as it hit his side. “YOW! OKay okay I’m sorry! I’ll take you to the hospital!” He said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder to help carry you to the car. “Good aim by the way.” You growled at that.

“I was aiming for your neck.”

Steve

Steve had been preparing for this day for monthsss. He had drills, practicing what he’d do when your water broke and already had a list of the closest hospitals to take you to and had even prepared a plan in case you had to deliver the baby at home. You were pretty impressed at how ready he seemed.

Who knew that on the day it counted, all that would just fly out the window.

You were doing your morning stretches when you felt it break. You gasped as you felt the anxiety rise in your chest. Steve was out on his morning run, and the baby wasn’t due for another 2 weeks! You started to hyperventilate but had to calm yourself down and call Steve. This was all going to be fine.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?”

“Steve, my water broke an I-’‘

“HHAH HHAH HHAH HHAH HHAH IM COH- IM COMING, HHAH HHAH” You winced as you heard lighting fast footsteps, frantic panting, and angry drivers honking their horns, telling Steve to get off the streets.

“St-Steve?” It was obvious that he had forgotten to hang up and was now running at top speed with his phone in his hand. “Steve you can calm down, I’m not in pain ye-”

“*BEEP BEEEEEP SKRRR! PRPHPRHORPHRPD*” You flinched harshly at the sound and your jaw dropped in shock.

“OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST GET RUN OVER?!” You shrieked. You didn’t get a response right away but you heard his footsteps thunder in the speaker again. 

“THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT JUST HANG TIGHT I’LL BE THERE IN 2 MINUTES!”

---

Steve burst through the door, heading straight towards you. He picked you up bridal style and started to run out the door. Everything happened so fast you barely had any time to process it.

‘Wait Steve!!! What are you doing?!?”

“Taking you to the hospital!” He panted. He was already halfway down the street, making your anxiety skyrocket.

“WAIT YOU’RE GONNA RUN ME THERE?!”

“YES THERE’S NO TIME FOR ANYTHING ELSE.” You gasped and started to convulse in his arms to get him to stop.

“OH ABSOLUTELY NOT. WHAT THE HELL, STEVE! WE PLANNED TO TAKE THE CAR. EVERYONE TAKES THE CAR. YOU GOT RAN OVER FOR GOD’S SAKE! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M GONNA LET YOU GET US BOTH RAMMED?!”

“Oh god you’re right!” He gasped, turning right back around and getting you settled in the car to be on your way to the hospital.

Bucky

You both had literally been so busy. You didn’t really have much time in the last few months of your pregnancy to talk about plans or anything. Of course, when you both first found out you were expecting, that was all you would talk about. But recently, you didn’t have time to check on him about those things. But you were kind of expecting Bucky to be ready and be doing the homework for this big change you both were about to experience. However as time flew by, you were so caught up in things that you had even forgotten you were 9 months pregnant. So feeling your water break caught the both of you by surprise.

You were silent for a few seconds, just staring at the liquid on the floor. The panic was slowly but surely rising at a gradual pace, feeling yourself getting more and more freaked out.

Bucky was on his phone in the living room, the football game playing on the tv as background noise. You called out to him from the kitchen. “Bucky??” No answer. “BUCKY!” That snapped him back to reality and he turned his head sideways a bit to yell back at you.

“Yeah?” 

“Uhh, my water broke!” You squeaked. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged lightly.

“That’s okay doll, you can just sweep it up. Was it glass?” Your face scrunched up in deep confusion and you turned in the general direction of the living room. 

“What!?” 

“Was your cup of water made of glass?” He asked. Your jaw dropped at how oblivious he was to the situation. That alone was enough to make the panic go through the roof.

“BUCKY I’M GIVING BIRTH!” You yelled, stomping your foot on the ground. Bucky’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he leaped off the couch and zoomed into the kitchen. 

“Wait WHAT? NOW!?!” He cried, running his hands through his hair and panicking. He definitely was not helping. “Ok ok ok wait! uhhh wait! just uhhh... Can you just like, hold it in?”

“WHAT THE- BUCKY!” 

“JUST UNTIL WE GET THERE! Maybe we can just like, stuff a towel in there, or like a tampon- I DONT KNOW JUST SOMETHING TO KEEP THE BABY FROM FALLING OUT UNTIL I CAN TAKE YOU TO THE-”

“DID YOU NOT READ ANY OF THE PREGNANCY AND BIRTHING BOOKS I TOLD YOU TO READ?!” You could not believe the words coming out of this man’s mouth right now. 

“I thought they were baby books to read to the baby when it came!” He cried, shrugging helplessly. Your eyes grew wide and your nose flared furiously.

“I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!”

“IM SORRY-”

Thor

You were more nervous than most people for your delivery. Any little kick, or discharge you felt, you immediately cried out for the hospital. “The baby’s coming!” stuff like that. Over the course of your pregnancy you have had many false alarms. You felt like the little boy who cried wolf and you felt bad for Thor because you would always set his nerves on fire and make him freak out when you’d say it’s happening, only for it to be a false alarm. But you couldn’t help it! You were just so nervous.

You wanted to be mad at him for not taking you seriously that day, but it was honestly your fault for all those false alarms. You could had yourself to blame.

But you’d never admit that.

---

You were digging in the pantry looking for something to munch on when you heard something splash on the floor. You cringed at the sound, still unaware of the fact that it was you. You looked around for the source of the sound and when you looked directly under you, your heart stopped. It was one of those moments where you panic so much, that you feel and act calm. So with the same stoic face, you speed waddled over to Thor, who was sitting on the couch watching a documentary. You sat next to him and looked at him with wide eyes, never once blinking. 

“Thor? My water broke.” You said. Thor chuckled, keeping his eyes on the screen, not bothering to look at you. 

“It’s fine, darling. Just another false alarm.” He hummed, patting your thigh. You shook your head as you grasped his bicep, hoping to get his attention. 

‘No, not this time, Thor. You need to believe me.” You pleaded. Thor finally looked over at you with an amused smirk. “The baby’s coming.” 

Thor scrunched his nose up and gave you an unsure smile. “Is he though??” He asked in a high pitched voice. You sighed exhasperatedly and shot up from the couch. 

“YES! HE IS! LOOK!” You yelled, grabbing him and leading him to the pantry to show him the liquid on the floor. At the sight of it and the realization of the truth, his face paled and he began to panic as well. 

“T-T-T-T-The BAby’s coming. The baby’s com-THE BABY’S COMING! ODIN’S BEARD, THE BABY’S COMING IT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENING!” He exclaimed, his voice booming through the apartment as he carried you bridal style and took you out to the car. “Uhh, where would you like to give birth, y/n? Asgard, or- or here on Midgard?”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS, THOR? ASGARD?! WHAT, DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE BIRTH ON THE RAINBOW BRIDGE?! I- NO! HERE! I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE BIRTH HERE!”

“Right, of course.”

Loki

You were not expecting your water to break right now. But to be fair, nobody knows when to expect it.

You were having a casual conversation with Loki when it happened. *sigh* 

“Loki, I really don’t see the point in having a statue of yourself built in the backyard. A bit narcissistic, don’t you think?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. Loki raised his chin up a bit with a smirk as he continued listing all the reasons why building a “small” 16 foot statue of himself in the center of your already perfect backyard was totally necessary and completely reasonable.

“Well darling, when you’re someone like me, it’s perfectly reasonable to have a statue built in your honor to appreciate your beauty and grace and to.. accentuate the divine-

*splat*

“-dear god, what was that.” Loki asked, horror masking his features as he stared at the thing that just fell out of your hooha. You looked down to see it too and you gasped, feeling nervousness form in the pit of your stomach. You were a week early. “Oh dear. Are you alright?” He asked again, still keeping his distance. “That was.... concerning...?” He continued to ask pointless questions while you sighed, annoyed, grabbing a paper towel and cleaning the spot on the floor. 

“You’re not helping, Loki. This is your child too. Takes 2 to tango.” You reminded. Loki raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Wait, that was our child? That thing you just wiped up?” He asked, looking horrified at the thought of that possibly being his kid. You dropped your shoulders as you turned to look at him with a dead-eyed look. 

“Are you serious, Loki?” You asked, your eyes narrowed and lips turned in a disappointing frown. Loki raised his hands defensively and raised his eyebrows. 

“Is it? I’ll be here either way, but, just asking.” He shrugged. You stared at him for a full 20 seconds before shaking your head and walking past him. 

“I’ll drive myself to the hospital..” 

Scott

You don’t know how Maggie managed to give birth smoothly with Scott there. You would say you felt bad for her but now you were going through the same exact thing. You would think since Scott already had a daughter, he’d be more experienced and ready for situations like these.

Nope.

You were fixing your hair at the bathroom sink when it happened. You gasped and immediately wobbled out to the kitchen to tell Scott.

“Scott! The baby’s coming!” You yelled as you ran into the kitchen. Scott turned around from the pantry with wide eyes and a cereal box in his hand.

“...what?” He sounded so out of it. 

“The baby! She’s coming! My water broke!” You explained again, waiting for him to act fast and take you to the hospital like you deserved. Instead, you saw his eyes roll back as he fell backwards on the floor, fainting. Cocoa Puffs flying out of the box and into the air. You looked at his place on the ground in shock, your eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Scott?!”

Knocked out. 

You scoffed. “Really Scott?! Really?! This moment is supposed to be about me! And you’re the one who faints? Scott!!” You push on his shoulder to wake him up. You couldn’t believe him right now. When you need him at his best, he just dips from life.

 You groan in annoyance and grab a cup of cold water from the fridge and walk back to him. “Damn it Scott, WAKE UP!” You yell, throwing the water in his face. He immediately wakes up with a gasp and looks around in panic. 

“What! What happened? What’d I miss?” 

“My birth, Idiot! Or you will miss it if you don’t stop fainting!” You growled, helping him up. 

“Oh god, I’m not ready. phewww.” He sighs, playing with his hands nervously. 

“Oh, having second thoughts???” You ask sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at him. He stares at you for a moment, studying your features to see what he should say next that won’t get him a smack on the head. 

“Are you being sarcastic? I feel like you’re being sarcastic.” 

I’m gonna kill this man. “Just get me to the hospital, Scott.” 

“What do you think of the name Ant-tony?”

“Scott... I know you’re not thinking of naming our child after your pet ant.” 

[unloved-cadillac]

i'm going to make you cry -Evil laugh sounds- what about overhaul Angst/Fluff with a S/O who lost the ability to walk in a fire (She has an absorption quirk that allows her to acquire characteristics of everything she touches, for example, if she touched Shigaraki she could have her physical characteristics and copy her quirk) you can make it headcanon or scenario, The one you prefer,thank you!

C/n: Firstly: WOW! What a request. Secondly: I love Overhaul so a fluffy Overhaul makes me melt. And YAY, you’re my first My Hero Academia request! Thanks for the request, Anon and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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I’m a Burden(An Overhaul x Reader Oneshot)

I can’t...move.

Y/n lays on the ground while she tries to regain consciousness.

Everything...hurts.

Screaming. That’s the first thing she hears. When she opens her eyes, everything was on fire. The roof was missing, wood was cut down and bodies were everywhere.

“Y/n! Y/n can you hear me?”, she hears Chronostatis speak to her. “Ha-Hari. I can’t feel, anything.” She tells him. Chrono looks at her body and sees her legs...badly injured.

“Y/n, don’t worry. I’m getting you out of here.”, he says looking around. “Where’s Kai?”, she asks. “I don’t know. I didn’t see him before the explosion.” Explosion? Y/n feels her eyes closing but before she lost consciousness she heard his voice.

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Ugh what is going on?

Y/n wakes up in a warm bed. When she opens her eyes, she adjusts to the bright lights.

Where am I?

She feels all these types of wires in her and all those beeping noises. Trying to move up, she feels it.

Her legs...they’re...gone.

Lifting the blanket up she sees her legs cut off from her knees downward. Y/n widens her eyes and starts to cry. “Oh my god..”, she puts her head in her hands and ball her eyes out. “No..no this can’t be...this can’t be real.”, she cries out.

Hearing her cries, a doctor and nurse come to her aid. “Ms Y/n. It’s okay, calm down. Let me explain what happened.”, the doctor says while rubbing her back.

Apparently, Y/n had caught the impact of the explosion back at HQ and it really caused a lot of damage to her body. Her legs being the worst. They were practically burnt by the time the ambulance arrived and there was no hope in saving them.

“Where is Kai Chisaki, doc? Have you heard of him?”, y/n asks the doctor. “Mr Chisaki is fine. He is actually waiting to see you.” That makes your breath hitch. How will Kai react to this? He already has so much trouble taking care of himself since his hands were taken away, and now...You couldn’t do that to him.

“No, Doc. I don’t want to see him. Please tell him not to come and don’t tell him of my status.”, you tell the doctor and nurses. Confused, the doctor obeys your wish. You lay in the hospital bed and look out the window. It was raining. I hate rainy days.

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Two weeks have passed since the accident and Kai had been trying to get to you. But nobody allowed him through since he wasn’t family. He saw your mom and sister go to see you. Why didn’t you want to see him? Was it because he wasn’t there when the explosion happened? Because he was too late in protecting you? Have you finally come to your senses in realizing that he couldn’t take care of you the proper way? No. You weren’t the type of person to leave someone because of a disability. You were kind, warm and loving. And you loved him. At least, that’s what he hoped.

The day had come when you were discharged from hospital. And instead of going back to your shared home with Kai, you went with your mom. She said that she wanted to take care of you and promised to never leave you. A mother’s love, huh?

You had your own wheelchair and within a month, you would start treatment and your prosthetic legs were going to be ready for you.

The hospital also recommended therapy so you could come to terms with what had happened. Which you gladly accepted against your will.

Your mom and sister helped you with everything. You felt bad, and you had told them that. But they slapped your head and told you “Family is family no matter what.” Currently laying on your bed, you scroll through your phone checking messages and missed phone calls. And you see his name.

Kai💜

56 messages

67 missed calls.

Oh my god. You resisted the urge to call him, to hear his voice or to read those messages. You couldn’t...

“Y/n?”, you hear your sister call you. “Yeah?”, you answer back. She comes into your room. “There’s a visitor for you.” Oh god. Please don’t let it be... “It’s Haru? Hari? Anyway he has white-grayish hair and said he was a friend of yours.” Oh thank god. “Hari. Yeah allow him in.” She leaves and you put your phone away waiting for your guest.

“Hey, you.” , you hear Chrono’s voice. “Hi, Hari. How are you? Were you hurt?”, you ask him. “Just a couple of scratches.”, he says walking up to you to sit on your bed. “How are you?” He asks. You look down and feel a few tears slip. You pull off the covers to show him your bandages.

You hear him gasp. It’s soft but it was there. “Y-Y/n. Oh no. I-I’m so sorry.”, he tells you while holding your hand. You shake your head. “It’s okay. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m fine.” “Can’t you heal them? Your quirk is to absorb other powers. So if you absorbed a healing quirk maybe your legs might-..” “I can’t.” You say bluntly which makes Chrono sigh. “Why not?”

“It wouldn’t last. The doctors said that if I had to absorb a regeneration quirk, my legs would grow back, but I won’t have them forever, so in order to have them forever I have to have someone who is willing to give up their powers for me and I can’t do that. I can’t take someone else’s power for my personal greed. It’s too much of work and too much of trouble.”

Chrono listens intently. Your pure heart always was a pain. Overhaul thought so too. But, none of them argued with you because once you put your mind on something, no one could change your mind.

“Did you speak to Kai?”, Chrono asks you. “No. I can’t have him be with me anymore.” “What? Why not?” “Hari, I’m a burden to him at this state. I would only bother him and make things worse. I can’t have him leaving everything for me. He has a life.”, you explain to him. Chrono pinches the bridge of his nose. “You might be the dumbest person I have ever met.” You widen your eyes. “Huh?” “How could you think that, Y/n? Do you really think he would give up on you that easily? He loves you. He tolerates you. He lets you kiss him, without the mask on. Do you know special you are to him? Y/n, I’m calling him. And I’m telling him where you are.” “No, Hari. Wait..” but he called already. He paced around your room until Kai picked up and when he did Chrono started speaking.

“She’s here, Kai. Come and see her.”

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Chrono left shortly after and you waited. The wait killed you. What was he going to say? Would he break up with you? Your overthinking corrupted your mind until there was a knock on the door.

“Uh, come in.”, you say. The door opens,’and there he was.

“Kai...”, you say softly. He looked so hurt. His eyes were black underneath and although he had his mask on, you could tell he was so disappointed.

He walked up to you and sat on the chair next to your bed. He hadn’t said a word to you yet. “K-Kai say something, please.”, you whisper to him.

But he doesn’t. He just slowly lifts your blanket up with his prosthetic hands and looks at the damage. You heard his breath hitch and saw his eyes widen. You looked down and covered your face with your hands.

“Why didn’t you let me see you?”, he asks softly. You lift your head up and look at him. “I-I..felt like..I would..bother you.” He meets your eyes and shakes his head. “Bother me? How?” He asks simply. “Kai, I won’t be able to walk for a month. I would just be a burden to you.” As soon as you said those words, Kai kissed you. He pulled his mask down, and kissed you. “Dont. You. Ever. Say. That. Again.”, he says in between kisses. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time. I’m sorry that this happened. It’s all my fault.” He apologizes. “No, Kai. Don’t. It’s not your fault.”, you cup his face. “God, I can’t even be mad at you right now. I’m just glad that you’re safe. Chrono told me about how you can’t or better yet, won’t use your quirk. Which is fine. I love you but I’m taking you back home.” He says hugging you. “I love you too.”

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Kai brought you back home, after much debate with your mother. He carried you, bridal style everywhere around the house just to see you smile.

He paid a home doctor to come check up on you and took you to every appointment that needed to be attended. Your mom and sister came to visit and help around but Kai always did the most.

When your prosthetic legs came, Kai helped you learn how to use them. He caught you when you fell, and lifted your spirits up when you felt you couldn’t do it.

“Yes you can, angel. Don’t lose hope. I’m right here.”

You both helped each other with your respective prosthetics. You helped him with his hands and he helped with your legs. You weren’t ready to go out yet and Kai did not mind. He didn’t force you. You were ready, when you were ready.

You joked around about your disability with Kai quite often which made him roll his eyes and chuckle at you. But the best one he heard was when you two were cuddling.

“You know, since you don’t have your hands and I don’t have my legs, we complete each other.”

He smiled and kissed you softly. Yeah, you did complete each other.

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“This came out long af. But I hope that you enjoyed it.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[imaginedhaven]

Reluctantly Rooming: Part Eight

Link to Masterpost

A prompt-heavy update, to be sure! This one combines three:

“What are you doing?” “Impromptu dance party.” “It’s three in the morning.”

“You’re weird.” “Or maybe you’re just basic.”

and

Person A is cooking breakfast and sets off the smoke alarm waking up Person B who was still asleep

Enjoy!

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Aelin grinned as she quietly closed the door behind her and stepped into the living room. She had just finished her first shift at work without that awful boot that had been a part of her life for eight long weeks, and she couldn’t be happier. Yes, her ankle was aching slightly after a long night on her feet, but it was better than she had feared it would be.

Better still, she knew that she had replaced her stash of snacks just the day before, and Rowan wouldn’t have had time to relocate or get rid of them yet with how busy his work had been keeping him.

Heading for the kitchen, she thumbed open her phone and scrolled through her playlists, selecting one with a smile and pressing shuffle. Upbeat music filled the kitchen as she dug through the cabinets, foot tapping with the beat.

A few seconds later she grinned triumphantly and emerged from the cabinet, fingers clutched around one of the bars of chocolate she’d slipped into the groceries. She had just opened it and was about to take her first bite of sweet victory when she heard a rough voice behind her.

“What are you doing?” Gods, Rowan looked awful, dark circles under dull eyes and hair a complete disaster. She hadn’t heard him come down the stairs; perhaps he had fallen asleep at his desk now that she’d given his office back to him.

Regardless, her hips didn’t stop swaying along with the music as she turned to him and smiled. “I’m having an impromptu dance party, obviously.”

“At…” Rowan’s eyes narrowed as he checked the time. “Fuck, three in the morning?”

“I am celebrating my newfound freedom,” she replied seriously.

“You’re going to break your ankle again if you keep stressing it like this, and then where will you be?”

Aelin winked and slid closer to him, still moving to the beat. “I guess I’ll have my big, strong roommate helping me again,” she purred.

Rowan rolled his eyes as she rested her hands on his hips. “You are so weird,” he muttered.

“Mmm, maybe,” Aelin allowed. “Or maybe you’re just basic.”

A single eyebrow lifted on Rowan’s face. “Basic?”

“Yeah, you know. Boring. You have to be aware of the concept, unless you’re an even grumpier and older man than I thought.” It was quite possibly a dangerous thing to say to him, but it was late and she was riding the high of having survived a night without that damned boot. Hopefully he’d understand.

“There’s a difference between being boring and not dancing at three in the morning.”

“Says you,” she grinned. “I bet you don’t even dance when it’s not three in the morning.”

“Of course not,” he replied. “I work when it’s not three in the morning.”

“Seems to me like you were working at three in the morning,” she accused. “I know that’s normal for me, but it can’t be for you.”

“It depends on the work. I’m covering for someone else right now, so I’ve got more on my plate than normal.”

“How long have you been awake?” Aelin asked, suddenly curious.

Rowan frowned. “Long enough to hate everything about this.”

“So, what, twenty minutes?”

He snorted. Gods, he must have been exhausted for her to get an actual laugh out of him. “Try ‘since about this time yesterday’,” he admitted.

“What? No, Rowan, that’s way too long for people who aren’t either in college or working weird shifts. Did you fall asleep at your desk? Because you look like you fell asleep at your desk.” Without even thinking about what she was doing, Aelin ran her fingers through the tangle of his hair to start taming it.

His fingers encircled her wrist, and she stopped and looked at him. “I didn’t fall asleep at my desk.”

Just then, the music playing from her phone switched from something that was merely suggestive to something that was outwardly dirty, and she broke away from him and fumbled with the device, hoping to stop it before he noticed exactly what the lyrics were.

She was obviously unsuccessful, though, for he almost doubled over laughing. “I didn’t realize it was that kind of dance party.”

Gods, she hoped he couldn’t see her blushing. “It wasn’t. The playlist was on shuffle.”

“Aelin, that means you had to have picked that playlist. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Fuck, but she hated living with a man who analyzed word choice for a living. “I forgot that was on there. And I’m not having this argument with you right now.”

“So when are we having this argument?” he grinned. “I want to be prepared.”

“When you’ve slept, Rowan, for fuck’s sake.” With that she began physically herding him up the stairs. “Come on, go.”

When they reached the doorway to the room he had taken over from Aedion, she leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded against her chest. He moved toward the dresser and opened a drawer, glancing back at her. “Do you mind?”

“No, not at all, as long as you’re getting to sleep,” she replied.

He cleared his throat. “Aelin?”

“Yes?”

“Get out.”

“Oh!” Gods, she had completely misinterpreted what he was saying. “Oh, I’ll, um…”

She shifted away from the door, and before she could figure out what on earth to say to him he had closed the door—surprisingly gently—in her face.

“Um, good night, I guess,” she finally managed.

“Good night, Aelin,” he called through the door.

Well, fuck. With that embarrassment behind her, she turned to her own room to hopefully settle down for the night and not replay that conversation for hours on end.

~*~*~

Aelin woke up earlier than usual the next morning to a silent house.

The silence in itself wasn’t unusual; Rowan was a very quiet housemate even when he was home. A check of her calendar reminded her that it was Saturday, meaning he was likely either on one of his habitual runs through the neighborhood or holed up in his office pretending that working on weekends was a thing that normal people in his position did. Just in case it was the latter, she made sure to keep as quiet as she could while she slipped into a t-shirt dress and crept down the stairs.

The office was silent, the door opening to an empty room, which meant that either he was out running or he was somehow still asleep. A glance at the doorway showed his running shoes tucked exactly where he always left them.

Stunned, Aelin sat on the couch to collect herself. She couldn’t recall a time she’d actually woken up before Rowan; the opposition of their schedules usually meant that he was the early bird and she the night owl. However, this meant she had a chance to enact a plan she’d been idly thinking about for weeks now.

Rowan had done so much for her the past few weeks, picking up the slack in the household chores without once complaining about it and regularly cooking for her as well. She’d wanted to do something in return for so long, and now that her ankle was healed and he wasn’t awake to stop her an idea came to her.

She silently slid into the kitchen, carefully opening cabinet doors until she found a nonstick pan with a quiet noise of triumph. That went on the stovetop, and a small bowl and a whisk were next on her list. Soon those were sitting on the countertop beside the stove, and she was looking up video tutorials on cooking.

She had watched Rowan scramble eggs so many times now. How hard could it possibly be?

The pan went over heat with some oil in it, and then she pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator. He always made two for her, but should he get a third? Would he even want a third?

Aelin realized she was now staring at the carton and didn’t know how long she had been staring at the carton. With a sigh, she shook her head. She’d barely begun and she was already overthinking it. How typical. Two eggs it was.

She cracked them into the bowl, cheering silently when she managed to do it relatively neatly, and soon she had whisked them up into a unified frothy mass of yellow liquid. Perfect. Just like the video, and just like when Rowan did it.

Belatedly, she realized she would need a spatula on hand to stir the eggs, and searched through the drawers until she found one. Then it was time to add the eggs to the pan.

She stifled a yelp as the pan hissed angrily with the addition of the eggs, steam rising hot and fast—or, fuck, was that smoke? She poked at the eggs timidly with the spatula, revealing the already-blackened underside of them in a hissing release of—yes, that was smoke. Fuck. She’d ruined it.

Time seemed to slow almost to a halt as the pan hissed and sizzled before her, pouring out amounts of dark grey smoke that really shouldn’t have been possible for such a small amount of—

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound entered her awareness dimly at first, as fixated as she was on the pan in front of her. When it finally registered, though, she yelped and tossed the pan at the sink, hoping that would stop everything from getting even worse. It landed with a clatter, but even that couldn’t outdo the piercing shriek of the smoke detector. Fuck, it would wake Rowan up, she had to figure out how to stop it.

She dragged a chair over from their little dining nook and clambered on top of it, frantically waving underneath it to clear whatever little sensor had gotten overloaded. The air was slowly clearing, and she was just starting to hope that she might actually succeed in this futile venture until she heard the sound of running feet and a shout from the stairway. “Aelin!”

Shit. She was in deep and unending shit, with no way to talk her way out of it.

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[laurae-colores]

A short andriel with a tiny bit of angst, but nothing serius. I just wanted to make Andrew cry. Happy ending assured ♡

Everything’s dark, the kind of darkness you see when closing your eyes but bright lights still shine on you from outside. There are voices coming from somewhere around him, too, but he cannot distinguish the words or who’s talking to whom.

His head feels heavy and foggy, he can’t open his eyes or move a single muscle. He’s clearly been drugged. His survival instincts are screaming, telling him he needs to find out who’s drugged him, why, and where the hell he is. But a fraction of his mind is telling him that he’s so, so tired, and with the muffled sounds in the background and his whole body feeling like nothing more than a heavy vessel, it’s easy to let himself drift off to sleep.

When he wakes up again, he doesn’t know how much he’s slept. He still feels numb and incredibly tired, but this time his eyes can open, just a tiny bit. The bright white lights blind him and everything’s blurry. He closes his eyes almost immediately.

The corridors must be crowded, because he can hear all the steps, the voices, the shouted orders. This time around, his ears seem to be working just fine.

He tries to remember. Something, anything at all. The last thing he remembers is having lunch alone in his apartment, sooner that day. Or had more than a day already passed? And then? what had happened?

The noises in the corridor seem to increase, and his ears are ringing. Someone is shouting something, but the voices aren’t close enough for him to be able to understand them.

He lies still, every movement requiring way too much effort, and waits. Someone will come eventually, right? He cannot panic. He isn’t in the condition of doing anything anyway, so he must keep his cool, as much as possible.

The voices seem to get closer. If he’s got it right, there is a man screaming something

angrily, and a woman speaking loudly trying to contain him and, why is everyone screaming?

Can’t they understand his head is exploding? Then, a third voice joins in. It’s another man, apparently. He’s talking loudly too, but calmly, and when the femenine voice disappears, the two men get apparently closer to where he is now.

That’s when he can finally distinguish their words, not anymore a disconnected noise but actual sentences.

“They won’t let me see him!” the man screaming is saying. He was wrong. He's not angry: he's distressed.

“I know. I know, but you need to calm down. If not, you’ll just make it worse.”

The other one keeps silent, apparently succeeding in calming down, but the silence lasts too little, interrupted by frantic sobs and hiccups.

He is still too numb-minded to connect what’s happening around him, but he knows for sure the man out there is utterly desperate.

“Hey. Hey, there," the other man is saying soothingly. The hysterical crying increases.

“I don’t- I dont-”

“I know. Hey. Just focus. Breath. Listen to my voice and try to follow, you get it? In, and out. Breath. Everything will be fine. He’ll be alright.”

“I can’t lose him- I- If-” The crying man is crumbling to pieces, he can tell. What’s happening?

And why is listening to these voices both soothing him and giving him painful grief?

The man sobs and his cry resonates in the corridor, now apparently empty. Neil’s heart loses a beat.

“You’ll be able to see him soon. They’re going to check on him in a few minutes and they will see he’s stable and let you in.”

“But what if-”

“Andrew. He’s going to be okay.”

Neil’s foggy world rebuilds itself and collapses. Andrew. He was going to Andrew, to pick him up at the airport. He was in his car and it was raining. That he remembers. What happend after, he can’t. Andrew. Andrew’s there, wanting to see him, yearning for their encounter. But also, Andrew is crying like he’s never before, because he hates it. Because crying is as ‘please’ is, and he doesn't allow himself to cry. Because it doesn’t relieve stress and sadness, but increase the grief instead. Andrew’s crying because he’s desperate, and every passing moment he’s feeling worse and worse.

Neil tries to open his eyes once more, but the lights are burning his orbs and his head is pounding. He tries to speak but his voice doesn’t come out and his throat is hoarse.

He’s been in an accident. He is at the hospital. He is drugged. What’s happened to him? Is he still all in one piece? Why can’t he speak or keep his eyes open, and his head is pounding oh so hard, and he's dizzy and- and what if he’s broken and cannot play exy

anymore? Will Ichirou kill him then? What will Andrew do when he’s dead then? He can’t leave him alone, and he needs to call him now, to let him know he’s okay right now but he can’t speak and-

A sound is beeping in his hospital room, loud and insistent, and Neil’s breath feels heavy as his heart runs like crazy in his chest. He can hear steps running into the room and voices speaking, but all he can register is Andrew screaming between his tears and asking what the hell is happening. Neil’s heart beats faster, and faster, and the air he’s breathing isn’t enough anymore, his head is spinning.

A woman is talking to him. A nurse, maybe. She’s telling him to focus on his breathing, the same way Wymack was telling Andrew just some time earlier. She’s talking about a panic attack, but Neil isn’t really listening. He keeps trying to speak, but no words find their way out.

He just manages a whine, and needs to try much more before a word is actually spoken.

“An..drew..” he manages to say, but the syllables are baraly recognizable. He tries again, finding out every time his voice is a little more clear, and in the end, between his frantic breaths, he’s almost screaaming it.

“Neil! Neil!”

It’s Andrew’s voice, but it’s still far, so far.

This time, the nurses don’t do much for trying and keep him out. Andrew is at his side in a matter of seconds.

A pair of hands he knows so well are cupping his face and lips he’s memorized the shape of are pressing on his. It doesn’t last much, but it’s enough for Neil’s breath to be a little more stable when they part. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Andrew leans his forehead on Neil’s and he can finally close his eyes, let the violent light out. He can feel warm teardrops rolling on his cheeks, but those aren’t his. They’re

Andrew’s.

It feels like an eternity, but his brething actually stabilize and his heart beats a bit more slowly.

“I’m fine, Andrew. This time I mean it. Don’t cry.”

Andrew is still close, oh so close to him, when Neil falls asleep.

He wakes up with a weight on his left arm. This time, opening his eyes is difficult but not as painful. Andrew is sitting next to him, his hands helding his, the head resting on Neil’s arm. He’s sleeping.

“He fell asleep about a hour ago. I think he might have collapsed had he stayed another single second awake.”

Neil turns his head. Wymack is sitting on his other side, arms crossed but shoulders tense.

“I’m not asking how you’re feeling, because I don’t feel like hearing another ‘fine’. So. I guess you might have some questions.”

Neil raises his head from the pillows just how much is enough to check on his body. There isn’t anything obvious, such as casts. “What happened?”

“You were driving. A car behind you lost control because of the rain and hit you at full speed. You are quite lucky, if you ask me.”

“And what’s wrong with me?”

“I have a list I always bring with me in case you'd ask, but I guess that’s not the right

moment. What a pity. No broken bones because apparently someone in the sky loves you. But you have a pretty serious concussion and went through surgery. You had internal hemorrhaging. It was quite a long surgery.”

Neil tries to lift the blankets, but Wymac stops him. “Don’t move too much.”

Neil obeys. After all, what’s another scar when he already has plenty? And if everything is alright, he’ll be able to play exy. He’ll be able to live. He’ll be able to be by Andrew's side.

The blankets shuffle and Andrew slowly wakes up, blond hair knotted and going in every possible direction. It takes him a few seconds to open his eyes, but when he does they widen and then his whole expression tenses up and softens immediately after.

“You’re awake.”

Neil smiles faintly. “I am.”

Andrew caresses his forehead, touching him as if he’s made of fragile crystal, and finally breathes.

“I hate you so much,” he says, and “Don’t ever do it to me anymore.”

“I won’t leave your side,” Neil says.

He’s alive. Andrew’s there. Everything’s fine.

[lovedbyecto-a]

— boyfriend fnf headcanons!

- i dont have a name for him yet so im calling him ‘beef’ to seperate him from other boyfriends, however im very quickly becoming attached to that so. we’ll see what happens there.

- he hate hate haaaates silence 99% of the time, and hates when his only option is to listen to the world around him because that can just be. too much. or too weird. so he always has headphones! he even wears them to sleep at sleepovers because he cannot sleep without some kind of noise

- very high energy and loud and extroverted around people he already knows! gets a lil shy around new people, but if somebody he knows is there he’s a-okay!

- surprise! his first language is NOT english! he can understand you perfectly fine (most of the time) but its harder to speak and write. the language is confusing, okay? 

- he doesn’t speak a whole lot because he’s embarrassed about his accent, too. he’ll get excited if u know one of his first languages and will speak that with u! but english? he pronounces words weird, man.. embarrassing

- very often forgets words and makes new ones, resorts to one of his first languages, describes what he means in a new way, or goes through multiple other words that feel like maybe theyre right until he gets it. 

- mixed race! japanese and white, specifically french canadian!

- grew up learning both japanese and french, so yeah he’s got a weird accent. sometimes he cant pronounce h’s, sometimes he struggles with l’s, and he always hates ‘sound it out’ as a response when he doesn’t know how to pronounce a word.. have u SEEN french? u dont sound SHIT out in french.

- fuck you * has google translate read his sentence outloud * 

- if you’ve shown patience with him while he struggles to make words work ONCE, then he is in love with you

- music transcends language!!! that’s part of why he loves it so much :) you dont need to understand the lyrics to bop!

- bop .. beep bop... its all coming together

- transed his gender :)

- tried to do that cool trick you do with drumsticks where you toss one up in a twirl then catch it then keep going- but with a microphone. it did not work. he had to pay for a new microphone. his pockets still hurt when he thinks about it

- had a garage band in high school that he really thought would go places until they all bailed on him :( they performed at a few house shows but thats it. some say you can still find their music on bandcamp...

- borderline shits his pants every time somebody new challenges him to a rap battle because what the fuck is that?

- but he’s brave bcs gf is with him and if gf is with him he can do anything!

- yes he’s always drawn his bravery from other people, just like he does stupid teen boy stuff to try and impress people. its like when you cant ask for ketchup for yourself but when your friend gets pickles on their burger w no pickles, you step up and get that burger w no damn pickles. you still have no ketchup tho.

- he can laugh at himself very easily! falls up the stairs? funny. makes a big mistake (That doesnt hurt people)? woah haha oops! the only time he doesnt is when his accent fucks him up bcs thats just frustrating

- will very happily teach you french or japanese but youre learning it through song and rap battles 

- * squinting aggressively in the sun * i wish i had sunglasses or smth * is literally wearing a hat, just backwards *

- absolute ball of sunshine idk what to tell you. next to nothing can bring him down! at least not genuinely, he can get disappointed and play it up but he bounces back really fast

- horknee (considering blueballs is in his defeat animation i dont think this is a headcanon so much as its me acknowledging that he just really wants to bone)

- has already made a sex joke, probably

- types really properly when writing in english because he wants to get it right

- cant dance, but dont tell him that

[thepalecrawlers]

Laredo Texas is terrifying part 2

"Im from laredo, currently live here going to college, the scariest thing to me in laredo is the old abandoned hospital down south. Now its scary for many reasons, some simply creepy others are kinda fucked up. The first floor is more creepy because of all the heroin needles and shit. Its kinda that floor where hobos and people who dont want to be bothered shoot up. I dont know if they still shoot up there i visited it once in high school and never again. The other floors dont have anything actually scary they have a really creepy vibe. Like dont go alone and do go towards the room thats making a lot of noise. The worst floor is the one with the morgue on it. I don’t really believe in ghosts but if they exist itd be on that floor. At night your guaranteed to find something weird. When we went what scared me half to death first was we heard beeping like for those heart monitors or whatever theyre called.(sorry no clue on actual name) we came to the door and it was unplugged and turned off. But i swear we heard that exact sound. And the room where the morgue was i heard loud bangs and something similar to cabinets opening and closing. I did not go near or open that door seen too many movies to know id fuck up. I think the next scariest thing had to be on one if the highest floors. Now this is scary because if i was alone I guarantee you I would’ve died. The stairs up their kinda split off in two directions towards two different doors. I was casually walking towards the door to my right and i feel my friend grab me and yank me back hard. At this point im kind of pissed, like why would you do that. He proceeds to show me an area immediately after the door where the floor caved in and its an immediate drop i dont know how far down. I just know it would be fatal. All in all scariest building in laredo if your into that id visit, be warned it is fenced off and has a sign no trespassing but there are areas where the fence is in bad condition and you can sneak by. Legally i will say no dont do it, but im an internet stranger i cant tell you what to do."

"You know the feeling you get watching a horror movie when you KNOW something bad is about to happen? The entirety of Laredo is in this massive...miasma of that feeling. You feel it radiating off of everything there."

"theres a song called "The Streets of Laredo" about a young cowboy who gets shot, and is very conspicuously "all wrapped in white linen"

"That's what I think of with Laredo. I remember we learned that song in elementary school, yet the whole song is pretty much about a corpse.

"When I went out in the streets of Laredo...all wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay..."

Plus I've been to the spartan parts if Texas. It's so flat and dark and empty I felt like I needed to hold onto the ground lest of fall off the face of the Earth. It's just unsettling."

"I recently listened to a podcast where they speculated there may be multiple serial killers there, aside from the border patrol agent Juan David Ortiz who was killing prostitutes a while back."

[mermaidxatxheart]

It’s Always You

This is a sneak peek of something that I’m working on and really debating on posting. I’d love feedback, whether positive or negative. Something you didn’t like, something that didn’t make sense. If it doesn’t get a lot of feedback, then I guess that’s also my answer, as well. *Edit. I forgot the Keep Reading bar. I will get better.

Pairing: Bucky X OFC

Warnings: descriptions of car accidents, being in the hospital, angst, I maintain that I know absolutely nothing. Heavy sarcasm. There’s seriously so much snark in this story, I almost ran out.

Word count: 1112

Summary: Ava is in a car accident and wakes up in the hospital with Captain America asking her questions. Before she can remember anything, she slips into a coma. Will she be able to help Steve figure out what’s going on in time?

Disclaimer, since we apparently have to do this now: I only own my original characters. The ideas are mine, the Marvel characters belong to Marvel. This story was inspired by @shreddedparchment‘s You’re My Mission, but as far as we’re both aware (I believe) they’re not similar.

The last thing I remember is the set of headlights coming directly at the left side of my car. The screeching of metal twisting, the hollow pops as the door panels crack and the shattering of glass are the last noises I hear. 

 Silence.

 Blissful. 

 Pain-free.

 Silence. 

 The next sound I become slowly aware of is a quiet beeping. A steady rhythm. Even. 

 It almost lulls me back to sleep. But then I’m aware that something isn’t right. I try to roll over but my whole body is immobilized, held down and I begin to panic. That quiet beeping becomes frantic, picks up speed. I can’t breathe, something is blocking my airway, something hard forced down my throat. 

 “She’s awake!” A voice yells and there’s more noise. People talking over people, hands touching me and my panic ratchets up another notch. 

 The hard plastic something is pulled out of my throat, leaving it burning and raw, but at least I can breathe. I gasp for air and my throat feels like it’s on fire.

 “If you can hear me, you need to calm down. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital.” A voice says gently, a hand pressing on my shoulder.

 I struggle to open my eyes, but for the first time I realize I can’t, they’re being held shut. 

 I try to lift my arms but they feel like dead weight and won’t move.

 “Easy, now. Just relax.” The voice says again and I feel fingers against my eyes, but there’s a gap in the sensation. It takes me a long minute to realize that it’s because I can’t feel all of the fingertip. 

 Something like tape is pulled off my eye and I wince as pain flares. But now I can open my eyes. One only opens a little, it’s mostly swollen shut, which is probably why they only had tape on one.

 “Your eye kept popping open, it was unnerving some of the staff.” The voice says again. Her voice is gentle, feminine. 

 I try to turn my head to look at her, but my neck won’t turn. “What happened to me?” I croak. My voice is painfully rough and speaking even that much hurts like a bitch. 

 “Don’t try to move. You’re very lucky to be alive. Can you tell me what you remember?” She asks, stepping into your view. She’s very pretty, A dark-skinned beauty with obvious Western Asian features and a British accent. 

 “I,” I try to think back before waking up just a moment ago, but it’s just a big black void. Faces appear, my parents, my sisters, people I used to know, my boyfriend. “I was talking to my boyfriend... on the phone, I think.” I start, my good eye drifting over my body. 

 It looks like the entire thing is in a cast. My legs are elevated, the left one in a complicated looking brace and the right one in red plaster. My arms are suspended in front of me, needles stuck along the fingers and thick bandages wrapped from my palms up to the middle of my forearms. My right arm is in a cast up to the middle of my bicep and I can feel the massive bandage over my right shoulder.

 “And what were you doing at the time?” The doctor asks. Her face is kind and I want to answer, but thinking back that far hurts my head. 

 “I don’t remember.” I close your eyes, trying to calm down. 

 “That’s alright. Maybe with a little rest, it will come back to you. Can you tell me your name?”

 “Ava. Ava Fonesca.”

 “That’s really good. I’m Doctor Haskin. If you need anything or have any questions for me, you can always have a nurse page me.”

 “Can’t you tell me what’s the matter with me?” I ask.

 She glances towards the door for a moment. “Someone is here to see you. We can discuss your injuries later after you’ve had more time to heal.” She says, stepping outside.

 I nearly choke at the man who enters the now-empty hospital room. He’s tall, he’s blond and those baby blue eyes seem to look right through me.

 Captain America.

 “Hi,” He says once his eyes meet mine. They roamed over my injuries at first, only a natural instinct.

 “Hi,” I reply, feeling insanely stupid. 

 “Do you know who I am?” He asks.

 “Don’t tell me you have amnesia, too. The whole world will fall apart if Captain Steve Rogers can’t remember who he is.” I reply, my jaw aches so I’m careful to keep it mostly shut.

 He grins. “Finally, a sense of humor I can get along with.”

 “You get along with everybody.” A female voice says, coming into the room. 

 Wanda Maximoff.

 “Don’t let him lie to you like that.” She says with a friendly smile at me. 

 I don’t respond, mostly because I’m trying to keep my panic under control.

 “How are you feeling?” Steve asks.

 “Like an elephant is sitting on my chest,” I admit.

 He gives a small chuckle. “I’ve been there. It will go away.” He stalls for a minute and I can tell the small talk is over.

 “What are you doing here?” I ask.

 “Direct, to the point. I like her.” Wanda says, turning a little to Steve. 

 “We need to talk about what happened to you.” 

 “I don’t know anything,” I answer honestly.

 “Okay. So, let’s talk about what you do know.” He pulls a chair close to the side of my bed.

 “Nothing.”

 “I’m sure that’s not true. You’re one of the best biochemical scientists in the world, from what I hear.” He smiles and I have to try hard to resist rolling my eyes.

 “Well, sure, I know stuff. But you’re not referring to what I know like that. You want to know what got me here and honestly-I have no idea.”

 Wanda snorts in a very unladylike way behind Steve.

 “Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “So, do you remember going to work?”

 I close my eyes, trying to focus. “I remember a conversation.” I want to rub my face. It’s frustrating to not have the mobility I should.

 “With your boyfriend?” Steve asks. 

 “No, with... with a friend. I think I sent him something.” I frown. 

 “Was this friend Michael Chambers?” Steve asks gently.

 I try to nod, but can’t. “Yes. We went to Harvard together.” It dawns on me that I never said Michael’s name. “How did you know it was him?” I ask, my eye trained on Steve.

 “He was found dead in his apartment two weeks ago. The same night you had your accident.”

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Mad Love - Chapter 20 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Scars, Injury, Medical stuff

Chapter 20

Emerald’s P.O.V

Slowly I awoke, groaning softly at the dull throb of pain across my body. Yet there was the softness of sheets beneath me. It took my brain a moment to remember what had happened. Looking around, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room was bright but not hospital levels of bright. There was a steady beeping noise from somewhere beside me. I could feel medical tubing across my arm, likely feeding my various fluids to keep me alive. I was probably lucky to be alive after what Ecco did.

This place really didn’t strike me as somewhere that Ed would stay. Eddie didn’t care for luxury or how a place looked, so long as it was a roof over his head and secure. So, where was I? He wouldn’t be stupid enough to take me to a hospital where we’d both be arrested and thrown in Arkham. And Eddie had plenty of medical knowledge to save me like he had. Slowly my vision came more into focus and I could make out my surroundings better. There was a fireplace built into one wall, the fire controlled and small but enough for me to feel the warmth of the room.

The wooden floor was adorned with various rugs and the bed I was on was a double, with a wooden headboard. A blanket was over my naked form for warmth and my modesty. Slowly, I sat myself up against the headboard. The door to the room opened and in walked in Eddie. He noticed that I was awake and smiled, quickly coming over. “I’m so glad your awake,” he spoke. So many questions were running through my head. Where was I? How long had I been out? Where was Jeremiah? Had he tried coming looking for me? Was Ecco okay? Taking my hand in his, Eddie leaned over and kisses my cheek.

“I know you have a lot of questions, but the main thing is your safe and alive. I’ll explain everything soon. But for now, you need a bath,” Eddie explained. Whilst a bath sounded good, I didn’t like the idea of Eddie seeing me naked. My body was littered with scars made by Jeremiah, and now Ecco had left her own set of scars too. I didn’t even like looking at my body anymore, if Eddie saw it, he probably wouldn’t find me as attractive anymore. Hopefully, my body had recovered enough that I could bathe myself. Eddie removed the one remaining needle from my arm that had been drip feeding me fluids.

“Can I have a robe?” I asked. “Of course. I’ll be right back.” Eddie left, and I breathed a sigh a relief, wrapping the surrounding bedsheet tighter to hide my tainted skin. He returned a few minutes later with a black and gold robe. He handed it to me and opened another door that led to a bathroom. Eddie filled the bathtub with water and I quickly wrapped myself in the robe that was many sizes too big for me. Swinging my legs over to the side of the bed, I then forced myself up. Thankfully, my legs held me up, and I made my way to the bathroom.

Leaning against the doorframe, I watched as Eddie was testing the water temperature, his shirt sleeve rolled up halfway. Lavender scented bubble bath was added to the water. Eddie turned the water off and Eddie turned back to me. “Do you want to me to help?” He asked. “I’ve got it. Thanks.” He smiled and nodded understandingly, leaving the bathroom without another word. If my body wasn’t a mess of scared flesh, I would have let him stay, I would have gladly accepted his help.

Removing the robe, I assessed the damage in the mirror. The first noticeable injury was the red scar across my shoulder. Gently I ran my fingers over the neat stitching, noticing the next wound across my lower arm. More stitches held it together, although it seemed to be healing well. I found another three wounds, one across my stomach, the second on my thigh and then finally my palm. My palm still had a dull throb of pain across it and had a lot of stitches, meaning that wound had been deep. I turned, checking my back, which had a series of stab marks. Swallowing thickly and fighting back tears, I turned away from my reflection and climbed into the warmth of the bath.

Hugging my knees to my chest, tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if they were tears of happiness or sadness. I knew I had finally done the right thing and left Jeremiah for good…but there was still a weight on my shoulders. There was no relief yet, like I had expected. I doubt I would feel that until I knew Jeremiah was dead so he could no longer come after me. Because this was the only beginning. Now that I was considered his enemy he’d probably work twice as hard to kill me or ruin my life. Or both. Once I was strong enough, I’d leave, find my own place and lie low for a long time. It would be difficult, but I had to keep those I cared about safe.

Anybody that helped me through this next stage would have a giant target on their back. The best thing I could do for everyone is just disappear for a while. Carefully, I washed my body and hair before draining the tub. Once I had dried myself, I wrapped myself in the robe again and exited the bathroom. On the bed were fresh clothes for me to change into. The bed had also been made and most of the medical equipment had been removed too. Changing into the jeans, lose t-shit and jumper, I ventured out of the room to find Eddie and whoever had been kind enough to let us stay.

Navigating the hall, I heard voices up ahead. Eddies voice and another familiar one. The smell of cooking drifted down the hall. “Whilst I tire of her stubbornness, she will be distant for a while. You can’t just expect her to forgive you for cheating because you saved her life. You waltzed in after we had been worried and declared your newfound love without regard for her feelings,” Oswald argued. Stood in the kitchen were Oswald and Eddie. Eddie stood over the stove stirring something in a saucepan, whilst Oswald was snacking on a particularly large slice of pie. I should have known it was Oswald who had let us stay. Who else would Ed go to with such a problem?

Eddie seemed irritated by Oswald’s words, even though Oswald was right. But Eddie and I had moved past that. It was nice that Oswald had taken my side on it, though. “Your starting to sound like you’re the one still not over it, Oswald,” I smirked. Both of them turned their attention to me, looking pleased to see me. It felt like we were back at the Van Dhal manor, back when things had been good between the three of us. I leant against the kitchen counter, smiling at Oswald. “But it’s nice to know you’ve had my back about it all these years,” I continued.

“It’s nice to see you’ve finally come to your senses on that lunatic,” Oswald replied. Forcing a smile, I thought about my first question to ask whilst Eddie dished up dinner. We moved to the dining room, the smell of chicken soup making my stomach growl. Quickly finding a seat, I ate. I was the first to finish the first course, my stomach barely satisfied. “How long was I out?” I asked. “Two days,” Eddie answered. “And you patched me up?” “Yes. Luckily your blood and Oswald’s blood was a match.”

So now I owed him my life. He’d let me stay and given me his blood. Maybe Oswald was a better friend than I had previously given him credit for. “Thank you, Oswald,” I said sincerely. Oswald waved me off, “you don’t need to thank me for that.” “I do. I haven’t exactly treated either of you the best in recent years. And…I’m sorry.” Oswald placed a comforting hand on my shoulder whilst Eddie took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. “He manipulated you against us. We understand. Besides, we didn’t exactly make things easy back then,” Oswald added slight humour to his voice at the last part.

Leaving the table, Eddie tended to the second course. He came back a few minutes later, balancing three plates. Goulash. And likely Oswald’s mother’s recipe. Halfway through the second course, I asked the much harder questions. “Has Jeremiah come looking for me?” I queried. “No. Your safe here, Emerald,” Eddie reassured me. I nodded. He would come looking for me soon enough. “And what about Ecco? Is she…alive?” I asked.

Oswald and Eddie exchanged a glance at each other, and I prepared myself for the worst. I’d killed her. “We dont know. Neither of them have been seen since that night,” Eddie answered. “Why would you even care? She tried to kill you?” Oswald frowned. Eddie glared at Oswald as if he was being insensitive, which he was. I put my knife and fork down, sitting back in my chair. “Why did you care after Ed shot you and left your body at the docks?” I spat, “Ecco’s been manipulated by him for years, now that I’m not there as his punching bag he’ll likely hurt her more now.”

Eddie took my hand in his again, making me focus my attention on him, “that is not your fault. That does not make you selfish. You cannot continue to think of and protect everyone else. Now, you need to focus on you and healing.” Nodding, I did my best to fight back tears. I knew he was right; it was just hard to put that way of thinking into practice. At least now I would protect the right people. Eventually we finished dinner, and I helped with the washing up. Eddie and I were left in the kitchen alone, silence falling between us. He dried his hands after emptying the sink and turned to me.

“You know I’m here for you right? That you don’t have to go through this alone. I know this will be a difficult adjustment period, but I want to help. Oswald and Barbara want to help too,” he explained. Forcing a smile again, I nodded. He wanted the best for me. And I wanted the best for him. And right now, I was not the best thing for him. Yawning, I said goodnight and headed back to my room. Searching the room, I found more clothes that I could take with me. I also found a few empty duffel bags. Oswald likely used this room as storage when he didn’t have guests. Quickly, I filled two bags with clothes and waited for the right time.

There would be armed guards on the door, but they wouldn’t stop me from leaving. Yes, they would inform Oswald and Eddie by morning, but I’d be long gone by then. And they would be safe for when Jeremiah finally came looking for me.

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[neverheardnothing]

black friday spoilers under cut!!! i’m serious!!!

aaaaaa im going to lose my SHIT

really im about to spoil the entire show

dont read if you havent seen it

oh my GOD OH MY GOD. PAUL. AND EMMA. THEYRE BACK. THEYRE BAKC.

AND THE FUCKING LA DEE DAH DAH DAY MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND IS BACK

PAULKINS. GOD. THEYRE ALIVE. AND FINE. IMGOING TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND!!!!!!!!!

“i dont like getting by cars anymore”  this is fucking hilarious why isnt ANYONE LAUGHING

“okay okay okay OKAY” ahhhh theyre really perfect for each other

“my buddy bill” hey im going to start crying.

:( this is so upsetting im so sad for this family.

DYLAN SOLO TIME. HIS VOICE. FUCK. 

“flash, bang, jane” oh my god oh my god i am on the FLOOR. this is HEARTBREAKING.

this song reminds me of inutil from in the heights fuck. im.

“family emergency” OKAY HIS WIFE DIED. DONT BE SO HARD ON HIM.

COREY SOLO COREY SOLO OH YEAH BOI

also they lit a fire on stage

corey’s character is SUCH AN ASSHOLE I LOVE IT HE’S THE PRIME DICKASS. oh my god wait hE’S MR KRABS

MALL SECURITY. ROBERT BEING A COP AGAIN.

ethan is a Look. the plaid around his waist AND the leather jacket oh my GOD.

oh my god the backing music in this moment is from the trailer. god. i love it.

CALIFOR MIA OHM Y OGD

OH MY GOD IT SOUNDS SO GOOD WITH THE FULL ORCHESTRATION

THE CHOREO WITH HANNAH IM CRYING

OH MY GOD THE HAMONIES. ROBERT. 

SMOKE CLUB. IM CRYING.

THE INTERLUDE WITH THE LETTER OH MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD.

BROKE! AS! SHIT!

smoke club hannah.

“that better be fucking floss. let’s go i want a cigarette”

“that’s illegal...... or it should be.” LMAO

WHAT DO  YOU SAY OHYEAH BOI

IT SOUNDS SO GOOD AS AN ENSEMBLE NUMBER AND ALL THE HARMONIES ARE IN

corey really is mr. krabs he’s even in red

GIVE US UR FUCKING MONEY

GIVE US UR FUCKING CASH

WHATEVER THE HELL JAIME IS MIMING IS SENDING ME

“and im in a hurry” A MAN IN A HURRY 

whatever the hell kind of accent is jon putting on i love it

SKDLFASL;DKSS JON “RIGHT IN T HE SUBPEONA” 

“three dollars” god that’s me

OH MY GOD THIS A BACKING BIT JEFF PUT ON HIS STORY

yES I AM LIVING SO FUCKING HARD

i think this is my favorite number so far

THE BEAT DROP GOES SO FUCKING HARD

jon and jeff strangling each other

this is SUCH A GOOD NUMBER AND THE CHOREOGRAPHY

JEFF AND JAMES HAVE REALLY OUTDONE THEMSELVES

GOD I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE CAST RECORDING

this is DEFINITELY the best song musically yet

THE MOTIF FROM SHWO ME YOUR HANDS YES OH MY GOD I LOVE IT

THE RECURRING THINGS FROM TGWDLM I AM LIVING FOR IT S O MUCH

hannah is such an archetype character so far i hope she gets like. More Character soon.

the melody for califor mia returns in the backing here ugh i love it

wow i wonder if these guys have fight call for all this shit

the “eeeeee” noise jon made i just laughed so hard

WAIT FUCK THE SAD PIANO CALIFOR MIA IS IN THE BACKGROUND

WTF ETHAN DIES HERE? WHAT THE FUCK. OH SHIT. FUCK!!!! the first death.

“GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DOLL IM IN A HURRY” OH MY GOD MAN IN A HURRY STRIKES BACK

are we down a tom already too?? jesus fuck i presumed all these characters would die but this is quick.

the reverb/echo on joey’s audio is So Spooky i love it

AHHH THE NEWS THEME BEEPS

the creepy carol of the bells backing music i love it

also is that a fucking barack obama impression

james patting the doll as they all argue is such a mood

OH MY GOD

MCNAMARA

OH MY GOD!!!

AMERICA IS GREAT AGAIN THEME IS BACK

I! AM! LIVING! FOR ALL THE TGWDLM MUSIC REPRISES.

PEIP BAYBEEEEEE. 

“just me and a few of my peeps” im fucknig losing it

GOD!!!!! THIS UNDERSCORING I CANNOT HANDLE IT.

intermission

THE NOT YOUR SEED MELODY ON AN ELECTRIC GUITAR

GOD IT SLAPS!!!!!

oh my god found the bit of choreography that looks like it was from the prom

also love the james lauren and robert solo dance number

the only starkids minus denise who can dance

the ensemble numbers in this show are so fucking good

also nice that tom survived. though like. probably not for long considering how this show is going.

tom: i killed my family

becky: yeah but remember us in high school?

did becky fucking kill her husband

LOL YEAH SHE DID

jesus christ what an admission

oof dylan and kim’s voices dont blend that well together and i think one of them is slightly flat on the belt harmonies

oh my god theyre going to fuck in this movie theater during the apocalypse christ almighty

oh hELL YEAH america is great again theme is playing again

“fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!” mood

his face at “birth canal” is KILLING ME

im so ready for jon wiggly to show up i HOPE TO GOD ITS A FURSUIT

jaime is SUCH a good actress like legitimately

is wiggly going to be the new satan in this fandom oh god

this is like if everyone actually worshipped the duck in firebringer

“unless i get what i shit” lmaooooo

wow ok i legit wonder if they have fight call for all these lifts and fights that happen in the show

the demented califor mia underscoring right now i am Living

“well, webby is a stupid bitch!” lol i love this, though i dont love that theyre just using vulgar words as the punchline

the underscoring of dylan’s i want song in this conversation holy shit

space tour vibes with the helmet lmaoooo

“i cant be evil im a status quo democrat!” LMAOOOOOO

oh im finally getting that the streamers on the wall are also supposed to be like wiggly’s mouth

THE ELECTRIC GUITAR IS FUCKIN POWERFUL

UGH YES NOT YOUR SEED MELODY LINE FOR A SEC

o shit nuclear war with russia

“two doors not one” OHM Y GOD OK

FUCK MAN!!!!!!!!!

HANNAH!!!!!

the melody of “aliens invading minds” reoccurring is Killing Me i love it so much

“friday is black for me” oof

oh shit so both lex and hannah have some weird fucking interdimensional power???

this entire fucking show is SO fucking wild like i honestly dont know what to make of it

“THEYRE ALL INTO FORTNITE DUDE” LMAOOOOOOOO

it’s because all the adults are sad and jaded under capitalism lol

tom’s face this entire time is hilarious

dylan’s voice is literally heavenly oh my god

“should i move these boxes first?” cinematic parallels to the should i take this chair lol

“the hat falling off her head” lmaoooo

curt laughing

“is it some kind of joooooke???”

the yoga choreography i am LOSING MY SHIT

evil carol of the bells motif again!!

JAMES’ DEATH DROP UGH YES

lex set a fire and she burned down the mall!

oh man the “what if tomorrow comes” melody is playing and im crying

“WEAR A WATCH” OH MY GOD LMAOOO

also jon saying “what am i going to  dowithout my iphone” as a former apple store employee is hilarious

the callbacks to tgwdlm were hilarious

god this song is so fucking good

also robert being hot chocolate guy is hilarious

im so ready for nerdy prudes must die

kendall’s voice is so good oh my god

the harmonies im living jesus christ christ i wish they were sustained though there’s some silences between them which is a bit awkward

and this was only the digital ticket im sure they’ll sound MUCH better with the actual editing in picked from several performances and better on the cast recording. 

ok tbh i don’t know quite what to make of black friday yet i will have to rewatch a few times to Really Process it but i do know that there were some fucking BOPS in it. it kinda feels like a bit of a mess

angela did very well singing songs that were originally not written on her voice but u can also definitely tell. i really liked her califor mia but not so much when the song required her voice to be very strong.

and hey at least most of them didn’t die this time.

[dvp95]

can’t breathe when you touch my sleeve - chapter 4

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

rating: e (eventually)

warnings: none

tags: alternate universe, slow burn, fluff & humour, tiny bit of inner turmoil wrt sexuality but trust me it’s not that deep, eventual smut, idiots in love

word count: 3,122 for this chapter (15,775 total)

summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where it’s basically a meme. Now he’s got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber he’d had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.

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i want to die

Aw, what happened? Did you give SugarScape spoilers?

Despite Dan's horrible mood, that makes him snort. no you buffoon 1 sugarscape has been dead for yrs, much like how i would like to be 2 i don't say spoilers ever 3 it's WORSE

I may be a little out of the loop. You gonna make me guess? I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you think it was.

phil, Dan sends on its own for emphasis. i touched my coworkers tit on live telly and now i can't look her in the fucking eye

Jaime hadn't actually cared much. She'd laughed at him, made some jokes about how Dan's spatial awareness hadn't developed yet, and then moved on with grace. Meanwhile, Dan had been having a mild panic attack on his side of the sofa because all he'd meant to do was brush a distracting piece of lint off Jaime's shoulder and, somehow, drastically missed.

It was all of ten seconds of his life, and Dan is still freaking out about it. He's been pacing his hotel room since they got back, hasn't even bothered changing out of the nice shirt he'd worn for the interview.

Like accidentally? Phil finally replies on Dan's third lap of the room.

no phil i need to grope people on camera to finish. what kind of person do you think i am. YES ACCIDENTALLY.

I dunno what you're into. I'm sure she knew it was an accident?

Yes, Jaime knows it was an accident, but that's not the point. there will be gifs phil

Phil sends him some emojis, only some of which make any sense in context. Dan isn't sure why that calms him down so much. He sits on the edge of his bed and sighs, waiting for Phil to stop typing. It takes a while, but eventually Phil says, Then you'll deal with them. It honestly can't be worse than you falling off the Jimmy Kimmel stage? I swear I saw that gif for months before I knew who you were. And if you're worried about people saying you did it on purpose, tell Jaime. You can talk about it like adults.

It's all laid out very clearly, and while it does make Dan feel better, he doesn't think he's finished being dramatic yet. He checks the time and sighs heavily.

dont suppose you'd be up for a late lunch/early dinner to distract me??

Sure! :), Phil responds immediately. The quickness of his agreement makes that part of Dan's brain start shouting again. I'm actually filming today though. I'll be done in like half an hour if you want to meet me here? Then we can either get takeaway or go out?

It's truly fascinating to Dan how practiced Phil seems to be at giving someone options and pretending like either one is fine rather than just offering his own opinion on the matter.

After assuring Phil that he'll be there, Dan considers getting changed. He's only got fifteen if he wants to get to Phil's place on time, and he isn't exactly known for his quick wardrobe decisions.

In the end, Dan just swaps his nice shoes for some sneakers and rolls his sleeves up. He's a little overdressed still, a McQueen button-down maybe a little too fancy for just hanging out with a new friend, but. He doesn't want to be late. Besides, he looks good. Maybe he likes the idea of Phil being surprised, looking him up and down, having the interview as an excuse to be so dressed up.

The part of Dan's brain that exists to remind him that men are attractive has been so, so loud this week. It's been impossible to ignore.

Dan messes with his straightened fringe until his phone beeps, telling him his Uber is outside. He remembers where Phil lives, in the very vaguest sense, but has to get the exact address from Phil.

He's glad that Phil's front door is painted a specific sort of blue. It would be just Dan's luck to knock on the wrong narrow brick building.

Thor barks, somewhere inside, and Dan shoves his hands in his jean pockets as he waits for Phil to answer the door.

"Hey!" Phil greets him before he's even fully opened the door, beaming. To the great pleasure of Dan's ego, Phil's eyebrows raise as he looks Dan over. "Y'know, you could have changed. I wouldn't have minded waiting a bit."

"Feeling underdressed?" Dan teases.

"A little," says Phil. He pushes his glasses up and gestures at his own graphic tee and slippered feet. "If I'd known there was a dress code, I'd have put on a sports coat."

"You look fine, I was just impatient," says Dan. He waits for another beat. "Uh, can I... come in?"

Phil is giving him a smile, the one with deep eye crinkles and his tongue trapped in his teeth, but it drops as he realises that they've just been standing in his doorway. "Oh! Yeah, sorry, come in. I'm actually not done filming just yet, Thor distracted me. Shouldn't take long."

"What are you filming?" Dan asks curiously, his heart pounding a bit as he follows Phil inside and then, surprisingly, downstairs. "Wait, you're the basement flat? Your video lighting is so good, though!"

"Mostly artificial," says Phil. He sounds wistful. "Someday I'll have a place with a glass window, just you wait."

"What are your windows made of now?"

"What? They're made of glass."

"Then why would you need to wait for one?"

"What did I say?"

"Glass window," says Dan, fighting back giggles. They reach the basement door and Phil lets them in, giving Dan a sheepish sort of smile over his shoulder.

"I meant a glass wall. Like a wall of windows, y'know? That's the dream."

"Yeah, it is," Dan agrees, but he's distracted by the fact that he's in Phil's flat. He kicks his shoes off among the pile next to the door and looks around. "It feels super weird to be seeing this place in 3D."

"Oh, probably," Phil laughs. "You want some slippers? My feet get so cold down here, I've got like a dozen pairs."

"I'm alright."

Phil's flat has less natural light than Dan had expected - or, evidently, than Phil would prefer - but the sheer number of lamps, string lights, and scented candles scattered around the place give it a soft glow that Dan is a big fan of. There are bright colours on every surface and every wall, and the overall effect isn't as overwhelming as it could be. Dan still thinks it could be edited down, but. It's very Phil.

To his vague surprise, he sees Phil's bed pushed against the far wall, a backless bookshelf the only divider from the open living space. Box lights and camera are all set up at the side of his bed.

"If I didn't know what you did for a living," says Dan, gesturing at the setup.

Phil grins at him. "Yeah. My landlord still doesn't believe that I don't make porn. You want a drink?"

"Sure, whatever you're having," says Dan. He spots Thor, curled up on a fluffy dog bed in the corner, and immediately starts cooing. "Oh, there you are! Hello!"

Thor perks up, cocking his head to the side, and Dan gets on the floor to call him over. Within seconds, he ends up on his back with an armful of happy puppy, and he giggles helplessly as Thor licks all over his face.

"Thor, down," Phil says from somewhere above them, sounding amused. Thor backs off, winding through Phil's legs a couple of times before he trots back to his bed.

"I love him," Dan informs Phil, still flat on his back. It's not the most flattering angle to look up at Phil, but he can deal.

"So do I," says Phil. He holds up a glass. "Ribena?"

"Please," says Dan, standing back up to accept the drink. He suddenly feels very weird, standing in the middle of Phil's lounge slash dining area slash kitchen slash bedroom. "Er, you've still got to finish filming, yeah? I can just... sit."

With a small grin, Phil waves at his sofa. "Make yourself at home. Just try not to rile Thor up too much? He's already made my blooper reel longer than the video itself."

"I think I can handle that."

Dan cannot, in fact, handle it. He brings his Ribena to the floor so he can sit next to the dog bed and scratch all of Thor's favourite spots. He finds one of Thor's toys as he listens to Phil wrap up a story that sounds maybe ten percent true, and then - well. It progresses to a tug of war before Dan can even entertain the idea that this might be distracting to Phil.

"Dan," Phil says, in this tone like he's trying to sound stern but can't stop smiling. "Are you growling at Thor?"

Yes. "Maybe."

"Maybe? I'm literally filming right now."

"He's just so cute," Dan whines.

"I know he is," says Phil. "I deal with this struggle every day of my life."

Dan sighs and lets Thor have the rope, watching wistfully as he zooms off with it. "Sorry, I'm really not trying to be a dick. I know this is your job."

"Hey, no," says Phil, suddenly sounding much closer. Dan looks up from corgi-watching to see Phil leaning against one side of his shelves, hands in his pockets and a soft smile playing around his lips. Butterflies erupt somewhere in Dan's belly. "I'm not bothered, really. I think it's cute. I just also, y'know, would like to eat sometime today."

"Why don't I just order something?" Dan suggests.

"Alright," Phil hums. "I'm lactose intolerant and hate mushrooms, but the intolerance can be ignored for pizza if that's what you want."

If that's what Dan wants. "What do you want?"

Phil blinks. "Oh, whatever."

"No," Dan presses. He knows it isn't very good manners, but he wants to see if Phil will actually offer an opinion of his own instead of walking that thin line of indifference. "I will quite literally eat anything. You pick."

It's quiet for a moment while Phil thinks it over, only the hum of the refrigerator and Thor's little huffs of breath for background noise. Dan has to admit that the small basement windows have an upside - less traffic din is able to get through. Coupled with the way Phil has lit his flat, the atmosphere makes Dan feel comfortable, like he could curl up here and just stay.

The rug under Dan is soft, the Ribena is perfectly watered down, and he's got a cute dog and a cute boy to stare at. He really could sit here forever and be content.

"I feel like Chinese," Phil says eventually. He's chewing on his lip, and Dan realises he hasn't seen Phil look so... anxious.

"Chinese sounds great," says Dan. "I'll order."

Phil seems relieved that he hasn't accidentally made a horrible choice or something, and he goes back to filming while Dan fucks around on different apps to find the best Chinese place in Phil's area.

--

"You never actually told me how you managed to grope someone."

Dan, who had gotten all wrapped up in chow mein and MasterChef and had forgotten his hellish morning by this point, chokes on air.

"Oh my god, nooooo," he groans, covering his face with both hands and sinking further into the sofa. He hears Phil laugh. "She just! Had some fucking, like, fluff on her shoulder. Like lint. I was gonna brush it off."

"How did you fuck that up so hard?" Phil asks. He sounds so amused that Dan wants to keep hiding, but the curse has him peeking out between his fingers curiously.

"I've never heard you swear," says Dan.

"I don't," says Phil, "on YouTube."

Unfortunately for Dan, the sound of Phil swearing is very hot. He groans again, overdramatic to cover up his very real blush, and gesticulates wildly. "My limbs are not friends with my brain, okay, I've got very big hands and I misjudged where I was putting one of them."

"Yeah, you do." Phil's eyes track Dan's hands with an intensity that makes Dan's gut constrict. Then he blinks, meets Dan's eye again, and the look is gone. "That sucks. I get it, though, my body and brain are not on the same frequency at all."

Dan thinks, a little hysterically, that this is a very good reason not to try and have sex with AmazingPhil - he doesn't want to end up in A&E.

There are roughly a hundred other reasons, too. Dan's uncertainty about his own identity, the fact that he's only in the UK for another two weeks, and the very real bond that they've been forming as friends are all at the forefront of his mind. Even so, it helps to make a joke to himself about it.

"Have you ever touched a tit accidentally?" Dan asks dryly.

"I've never touched a tit at all," says Phil. He's drinking coffee despite the hour hurtling into evening quickly, and Dan has to wonder if he ever sleeps. "Not really my wheelhouse."

"They're fine," Dan says, with much less enthusiasm than he normally would. He can't sit here and talk about his boob opinions with Phil, though, because that way lies madness. So he changes the subject, talks loudly about the episode of MasterChef they're on.

He's not ready to come out properly to himself, let alone to someone he barely knows.

Well, okay. It would be more accurate to say 'just met', because Dan feels like he does know Phil fairly well at this point. At least as well as he knows Jaime or Patrick. And maybe that's more of a commentary on how shit a coworker he is, how bad at making friends he is, but whatever. The point is that he likes spending time with Phil a lot, and he wants to do it more, but he can't have that conversation yet.

Dan knows he's attracted to guys. When he was younger and had an even worse handle on himself, that attraction would either lead to fumbling, fearing for his safety, or both.

Right now, specifically, he is attracted to Phil. This feels different, because he's got no reason to fear Phil or to immediately jump him, he's just comfortable sitting next to Phil in the dim light and letting the warmth of the feelings settle in his chest.

Maybe someday he'll be ready to tell Phil that he likes guys. Maybe that'll even go somewhere. For now, Dan is going to trash talk the chefs like he knows what he's talking about and settle into Phil's sofa and laugh like he belongs there.

Dan gets a little too comfortable. He has no idea what time it is when his eyes start to droop, but he's sure it's unreasonably early for someone who goes to sleep in the wee hours of morning most of the time.

A hand on his shoulder jerks him back into full awareness, and Dan blinks over at Phil. "Whuh?"

"Hey," says Phil. He's smiling and his voice is low. Dan can feel the slight chill of Phil's palm through the thin material of his dress shirt.

It's overwhelming, suddenly, how much Dan wants to lean in to Phil. The itch under his skin that he would feel ten years or so ago, the restless, guilty want that had him falling into bed with whatever bloke would let him, is thrumming through him with an intensity he hasn't prepared for. Dan's tongue feels heavy, and his gaze drops to Phil's mouth before he can stop it.

"Hey," echoes Dan, a beat or two late.

"You're falling asleep," Phil says. There's something about his tone that Dan can't quite place, so focused on his own emotions as he is. "You wanna stay over?"

Dan really, really does. But he really, really, really shouldn't.

"I can't," he says, not bothering to hide how regretful it makes him to turn the offer down. "Breakfast telly or whatever in the morning."

The loss of Phil's hand on Dan is one that he thinks he'll be feeling until Phil touches him again. "Of course. You probably have to wake up ridiculously early for that, huh?"

"Unfortunately."

Dan orders himself an Uber and slides to the floor with Thor in order to stop himself from giving his body what it wants in the short amount of time before it arrives. Thor likes the attention, and when Dan glances up to see the soft, unguarded look in Phil's eye, he thinks that Phil probably doesn't mind being ditched for his dog.

They chat about MasterChef and Dan's upcoming interview for a few minutes, safe topics, and Dan is disappointed when his phone beeps with the notification that his driver is close. He doesn't actually want to leave, he just knows he has to.

"We have to do this again before you head up to Edinburgh," says Phil. He walks Dan to the door, which is a little pointless - it's a total of eight steps away.

"How'd you know we're going to Edinburgh this weekend?" Dan asks, distracted from the process of getting his shoes on.

"Been in the business a while, lucky guess."

"Right. Well, then, I'll have to see what I'm doing on Friday."

"Yeah, just message me," says Phil.

There's a moment after Dan gets his shoes on where they're both just standing there looking at each other, and Dan's heart starts pounding like he's getting chased.

"I'll see you Friday," Dan says quietly, even though he isn't sure that he's free. He just needs to say something. His phone beeps again, probably telling him the driver is outside, and Dan is both relieved and annoyed.

Phil opens his mouth to say something, but Dan's racing heart and anxious mind doesn't want to hear whatever it is. He steps forward and wraps his arms around Phil's waist in a tight goodbye hug. It's the sort of embrace he'd give any of his friends, nothing overly intimate, but he knows he'll be thinking about it later anyway.

When Phil's arms drape over Dan's shoulders and his thumb brushes deliberate circles over the back of Dan's neck, it hits Dan very suddenly that if he were to try and kiss Phil right now, Phil would let him. That kind of knowledge is intoxicating, the surety of it making Dan's head swim.

But. He still doesn't know for sure what he wants, and his Uber is waiting. So he just pulls away, says goodnight, leaves.

[leetifahnoqueen]

---The Groove is Gone---

Man I knew better than to mix light and dark liqour. I roll over and grab my head in agony. The room is spinning out of control and I cannot remember anything. I dont usually drink like this but I mean its alumni week at JAY CEEE SSS UUUU!! I had to get trunt with my old college gals. My phone is ringing off the hook and the sound of my ring tone is giving me anxiety. "You have a missed call from Brianna." My phone beeps. "Ugh, why are you calling me so early" I garb phone and to my suprise its one in the afternoon. "What the fuck happened last night" I dont even know how I got home. I hear a crash coming from the bathroom. I immediatley get up, grab the 380 pistol I keep in my night stand and head towards the sound. "I'm way too hung over to deal with an intruder." Just as I am grabbing the handle the door swings open and there is a half naked figure staring back at me. FUCK!!! it's Lance Edwards, The schools Junior all star running back. How the fuck did this happen? He looks at me smiling until he realizes I have a gun in my hand. "Whoa! I figured you wouldnt remember last night but damn dont shoot me." "Im sorry I just heard the noise coming from the bathroom and panicked. You're half naked and in my master bath, I may sound stupid asking but did we have sex last night?" He laughs and walks over to the chair where his clothes were. "If I say yes will you shoot me? Cause I kind of have my whole life ahead of me and a possible NFL contract." I laugh and put the gun back into the night stand. "Again im sorry, I am a single black woman living in down town Charlotte I have to protect myself some how." He walks over to me and moves my hair behind my ear. "Well maybe you should get a strong man like me to protect you instead." I roll my eyes in feminism. "Can you stop a bullet?" I ask. He looks over at me perplexed by my question. "Well no I cant." I grimmest. "Well then my dear maybe I should stick to my gun." I put my robe on and head to the kitchen. He tags closely behind. "I called for an Uber to come pick me up so I wont be here long." Thank God. If anyone caught wind of this little hook up I would never hear the end of it. The boy is fine as hell. Almost makes me wish I remembered what happen. I reply surly. "Thats fine.

He walks over to the table and stands close to me. "I was wondering if you may have some free time that maybe we could hang out, get to know each other. Spend some time together that you'll actually remember the next day." I'm flattered but not at all interested. I could be this boys mother let alone go out with him. I have clothes older then him! "Thats sweet, but I will have to pass, I am way too old for you. There is no way for this to blossom into anything else. Im sorry. I am sure you have all the girls going crazy for you on campus being a big shot and all that." He rolled his eye and walked to the cupboard and grabbed a mug. He looked at me and smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Well first of all I wasnt too young for you when I had your legs pinned behind your head, and I certainly wasnt too young for you when I ate your ass from behind. Did you think I was young when I stroked from behind and you called out my name." He said as he rubbed up against. His penis erect and peircing my rear end. I jumped to the side but my body was yearning to feel his touch. “First things first, you’re too damn comfortable in my home. Close the Cupboard, were you raised in a barn”. I roll my eyes and walk over to the table. He grabs my waist "See you want me, say it! Tell me you want me." I feel the place between my legs get warm. Im rubbing my thighs together creating friction. My brain is saying one thing but my body is saying "Bitch if you dont fuck this boys brains out!!!!!" I turned around and and grabbed his shaft so strong and firm in my hand. What am I doing? I cant do this... again. He pulls closer to me and the tip of his penis is touching my clit. "See you want me." He pushes everything off the table. The coffee mug breaks as it hits the ground splashing coffee every where. He picks me up and puts me on the counter and starts eating me. My goodness your daddy could never eat me like this. He was young strong and aggressive. My old ass was trying to figure out how I was going to survive this brutal attack on my seasoned vaginia.

I’m moaning and he’s panting as he grabs a hand full of my hair. “Careful sweetie I need all my edges”. He is dominating me and I am enjoying every minute of it. Just as we are basking in each other’s auras his phone beeps. “Fuck, my Uber is close by. We have to hurry!” He starts to stroke me harder from behind. This is a race and ecstasy is the finish line. His phone beeps again letting him know to wrap it up. Just as I went to move my hips and throw it back he shoots all his little junior varsity players on my back. “Damn, I wish I didn’t have to leave.” In my mind I’m thinking please do. This was fun but it can never ever ever ever ever happen again. He rushes to get his clothes back on. Just in the Knick of time. His phone rings and it’s his Uber calling to say they are outside. “I’ll walk you to the Door”. I grab my robe and quickly walk him to the door. “Well Lawrence, I wish you well.” I smile and give him a hug. I wave as he gets in the car and drives off. Rushing back into the house I plop down on the couch looking into the kitchen at the mess that has to be cleaned up. “I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!!!”. It was fun to have a young one give me the what for but I have gotten too old to play these games. My name is not Stella and the Groove is gone!

[car-karaoke]

Friday Part 2

Thank you to everyone who reached out to me and gave me feedback on the first part of Friday!! Having been my first write, I had no idea if anyone would like it. But you guys have shown me love and I appreciate that more than you know! This second part is a bit slower I think, but I wanted to include it to develop the characters more! I'm planning on writing a part 3 as well when I get the chance 😁

*none of the gifs in here are mine, all credit goes to the owners*

This is still a fairly long chapter (I think?). Not as long as part 1 but still lengthy

Warnings: excess amounts of FLUFF, partial nudity, language, body insecurities 

Alex and Marco's apartment was a very homey and comfortable yet luxurious place-not that you really noticed right now. You and Alex were too busy fighting for dominance over a kiss for you to notice Alex's breathtaking photography up on the walls. In fact, one of them nearly fell just now as Alex pushed you up against the wall

You were both panting, hands trying to memorize every square inch of flesh they could without just stripping naked right there. Thankfully, Jordan and Taylor had already made their way to a bedroom for the night

"Fuck Alex" you groaned, hips pushing against his as you tugged on his hair

"You. Are. So. Beautiful" Alex whispers in between kisses. For a moment, you just look up at him in awe. He is one of the most attractive men you had ever seen, yet here he was calling YOU beautiful. Your mind was a little foggy, the booze definitely not helping. And then that dreaded feeling happened

Your stomach churned, making a loud unpleasant noise. Your throat started to swell up and the all too familiar feeling of pre-throw up hit you. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at Alex again

"Where's your bathroom? I just need to pee", you lied

Alex looked at you with concern, noticing how pale you looked. "Down the hall to the right, but I'm coming with you to make sure you're alright"

Immediately, you started to protest when you felt the feeling return. "No, Alex I'm fi-" you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom, just barely making it into the toilet

Humiliated, you coughed and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe your mouth. When you went to close the door, Alex was already there, kneeling next to you. He softly pushed the hair out of your face as you looked miserably up at him

"No please Alex.. you do not need to see this....I'm so embarrassed, this is disgusting. You can go I'm fine" you protested, as another heave came. Alex just grabbed your hair with one hand, holding it out of the way, while his other hand rubbed up and down your back softly

He sat with you the whole time, despite your constant objections. Rubbing your back, kissing your shoulder, trying to make you laugh when you started feeling better. Eventually, you were finally done puking and slowly got up off the floor. Alex had left to go to the kitchen to grab you some water and tylenol

You looked in the bathroom mirror and winced. You looked like hell. Your makeup was smeared from the watery eyes, compliments of throwing up. Your hair was tangled, and your outfit was half off. You sighed and rubbed your face

"Here love, you need these" Alex said, handing you the glass and the pills. You took them with a smile

"Thank you" you sighed. "I look like a fucking wreck, huh?" You laughed

Alex chuckled. "I wouldn't say a wreck, no. Just in need of some sleep and perhaps some greasy food". He pulled you into a gentle hug, rubbing circles on your back

You sighed again and wrapped your arms around him. "Those both sound good. I was in the mood for something else before, but I kind of ruined that moment" you said sadly

Alex looked down at you and kissed your forehead. "A little bit, yes" he laughed. "But we're both drunk anyways, so as much as I would've loved to continue that, I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Not like that" he said quietly

"You're such a gentleman" you smiled, squeezing him. "I guess you're right though, it wouldn't have been the best idea"

Alex looked right at you with a sexy smile. "If I ever have the pleasure of making love to you, I want to be able to remember every..single...moment." He whispered against your ear. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you tried to control yourself

Alex pulled away, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen. You plopped down on one of the bar stools as Alex warmed up some pizza in the microwave. You giggled at the way Alex hummed a little song to himself, bopping his head up and down cheerfully

"I dont know how you can be in such a good mood after you just had to sit next to a drunk puking woman in the bathroom for half an hour" you chuckled

The microwave beeped and Alex grabbed two plates for the pizza and headed over by you, handing you a plate with a smile. "Because that drunk puking woman was you" he said simply. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, because that would mean more time with you" he smiled, booping your nose

You blushed deeply, shaking your head in amazement. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"Nah, I just really like you" he said with a smirk, knowing it would make you blush again

You both munched on the pizza happily, talking about the night. You must have apologized a thousand times for the "bathroom incident" as you lovingly called it. Eventually, you both had enough to eat and were getting tired

"Come on Y/N, let's go get some sleep" he said, taking your hand

"Can we cuddle?" You asked innocently

In response, Alex spun around and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing you. "Of course, I'm not letting you get away that easy"

You both collapsed on his bed, sighing pleasantly after the long night. You lazily took most of your clothes off until you were left in your panties and a tank top. Alex stripped down to his boxers. You shamelessly looked down his body. Gods he was a sexy man. His physique was incredible. Alex smirked down at you, laughing a little

"Eyes up here darlin" he says, crawling into bed with you and pulling you close

"I can't help it, it's not my fault you're so sexy" you mumbled up against his neck. You felt him smiling at you, rubbing your back

"Don't even get me started on who's the sexy one right now. I'm having a hard time not letting my mind wander" he admitted

You smiled against his skin, squeezing him tighter. His hand was tracing lines up and down your back, your arm draped over his side, caressing his side lovingly. You both talked for a little while longer, Alex occasionally pressing soft kisses to your temple until you both drifted into a peaceful sleep

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When you woke up the next morning, you were thoroughly wrapped up in Alex's arms. From what you could tell, he wasn't awake yet. He was softly snoring against your hair which made you laugh. Neither one of you had hardly moved from the position you fell asleep in. You still couldn't believe how you had gotten lucky enough to be in this position right now. You were wrapped warmly in Alex Høgh Anderson's arms, who was in fact one of the biggest sweethearts you had ever met

Your daydreams were cut short when you noticed that he wasn't snoring anymore. Carefully you looked up and saw him smiling down at you

"I wasn't sure if you were awake, did I wake you up?" he asked sleepily

"No, I woke up just before you" you yawned. You soon realized you had morning breath and were suddenly hyper-aware of every flaw you saw in yourself. You shuffled uncomfortably in Alex's arms, thinking of how your makeup was probably smeared all over your face. Alex yawned and shuffled around, getting out of bed

"I'm gunna hop in the shower quick, you'll still be here right?" He asked. You nodded back. He flashed you a smile and headed off towards the bathroom. Quickly, you looked in the mirror above his dresser to wipe away the rubbed makeup and put your clothes back on

Wondering how Taylor was, you wandered down the hall to check on her. The door to Jordan's room was cracked open, so you peeked inside

"Taylor?" You whispered. No answer. "Taylor?" You called a bit louder

"In here Y/N!" You heard her call from the kitchen

Taylor and Jordan were sitting on the couch together eating some cereal. They looked very happy together, still cuddled up against each other. The sight made you smile

"Mornin guys" you said cheerfully

"Well good morning sleepy head, where's Alex?" Jordan asked

"Just in the shower" you replied, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "Which reminds me that we haven't showered in a day. Or brushed our teeth. We should probably do that soon, right Taylor?" You said shyly

Jordan smirked and nudged Taylor in the ribs. She giggled. "Well I for one DID take a shower this morning....with Jordan...ya know...to save some water" she laughed. But she noticed the way you were fidgeting and knew right away that you were getting in your own head. "But I have not brushed my teeth, you're right. So we should definitely get home to take care of that" she added, giving you a small knowing smile

"Take care of what?" Alex asked, casually walking into the living room wearing nothing but a towel. Little beads of water were trailing down his skin. You had to tear your eyes away from his V-line to look him in the eyes

"Uhh..um...we were talking about how we should get home to freshen up. Brush our teeth. Shower. Change out of last night's clothes" you muttered. You swore you saw Alex's face droop, although he gave you a smile and sat down next to you. It took everything in your power not to run your hand over his body just then

"I guess that's probably a good idea. You have some puke on your dress love" Alex pointed out with a smile. Your cheeks immediately reddened, looking down to see he was right

"Oh god you're right. That is disgusting. See, I need to change. You don't wanna spend more time with me looking like this" you said, trying not to sound too weak

"I'd spend time with you no matter what you were wearing. You could wear a paper bag if you felt like it" Alex stated simply, playing with the knot in his towel. You blushed harder, nudging him in the side as he leaned into you

"Well....shall we Y/N?" Taylor asked loudly, pulling you out of your little daze Alex's touch put you in

"Yeah, probably should." You said sadly

Both Alex and Jordan got up with you guys, you and Alex walking towards the door, Taylor and Jordan meeting in the middle of the living room to embrace each other and whisper in each other's ears

Alex reached behind him, rubbing his head. You tried not looking at his bulging muscles. To no avail. You were staring again and he knew it. When your eyes went back to his, you were met with a teasing smile and mischief in his eyes

"Trouble concentrating there?" He teased, reaching out for you and pulling you into him

"Shut up", you mumbled against him with a smile. You held onto him tightly, really not wanting to leave him but on the other hand, you knew if you didn't get cleaned up, you'd only get more self conscious. His hands were running up and down your back as he held you

"Are you okay?" He asked softly

Your heart melted. Somehow, he knew you were in your own head. You nuzzled into him closer and sighed

"Yes. I really am. I don't want to go, I really don't. It's got nothing to do with you. You didn't do anything wrong. I just really want to get cleaned up. I feel nasty and not at all confident" you admitted shyly

He moved one hand to your cheek and cupped it, prompting you to look up at him. "It's alright, I never want you to feel uncomfortable. But just know that I still think you look beautiful. Even with a puke stained dress and your hair all messy and half your makeup rubbed off" he laughed, thumb trailing along your cheekbone

You blushed deeply, a giant smile spreading across your face as you found a bit of confidence and moved on your tiptoes for a kiss. He gladly leaned down and kissed you gently, his hand still cupping your cheek while the other held you close to him. You hummed against his lips and smiled, breaking the kiss to give him two or three more small little pecks

Jordan appeared suddenly behind Alex and slapped him on the shoulder. "Alright lover boy, let's let our lovely ladies go" he said with a laugh

Everyone laughed as you headed out the door, giving Alex one last smile over your shoulder. He had a big smile on his face as he held his hand up to his ear like a phone

"Call me baby!!" He yelled with a huge laugh. That damn towel nearly falling off before he slowly closed the door

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