#im not kidding i start sobbing uncontrollably every time i hear it

[elliesbelle]

the tiktok audio that goes ‘you were a wonderful experience’ ‘you were… everything’ with “nothing’s new” by rio romeo in the background has ruined my life

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ pregnancy test ୧ matt

summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant for the second time.

notes: english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! 1.2k words.

warnings: fluff, cussing, sad, panic attack.

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Me and Matt have been dating for the past 5 years, we live together and we also have a 2 years old little kid, called Evie. Well, being honest, Evie wasn’t really expected, but she was never a problem. We do love having Evie at home, even It being a little bit exhausting.

Lately my stomach has not been the best. I've been feeling nauseous all the time. I throw up almost every night, and on top of it, my period is late.

Am I pregnant?

I didn’t told any of this to Matt, and honestly, I really don’t know how he would react. I mean, we never talked about a second child, he never talked about another child, he probably doesn’t even want another child. Fuck really I gotta stop overthinking.

Now, In bed, Matt just fell asleep. And I’m struggling to. I just can’t fall asleep thinking that I can possibly be pregnant.

I get up quietly, trying not to wake up Matt. I go over to the bathroom and I close the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror. I look tired. I take a deep breath. With shaky hands, I reach out for the pregnancy test that I bought yesterday. I do the test. I wait and wait. I bit my nails stressful. I start getting anxious.

As soon as I check the test, positive. Holy fuck. There’s no way this is actually happening.

My vision blurs, the whole room feels like It’s spinning. I sit on the floor, trying to stay calm. Each breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I fight against the suffocating weight of my anxiety. Tears stream down my cheeks uncontrollably as my heart races. I need Matt. I need to be in his arms. But what will he say?

Im sobbing completely, I can’t see a shit, my panic attack is just getting worst.

I start hearing steps in the hallway. I know it’s Matt, I hide the test behind me. He opens the door. “Babe why are you not in bed-“ Matt's sleepy and concerned voice trails off as he notices me crying on the floor, he automatically sits down next to me and pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me with a comforting strength that I desperately need in that moment.

I bury my face against his chest, my tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt as he holds me close. I cling to him desperately, my body shaking with sobs as he holds me tight.

"Shh.. It's okay.. I'm right here for you.. Focus on me babe..” I keep sobbing and crying aggressively, non stop.

Matt cups my cheeks with his hands, lifting my head from his chest. “I need you to take a deep breath in..” He demonstrates how to do It. “Now, let it out..”

After a few moments of breathing, he asks. “Can you please tell me what’s going on love?”

With tears still streaming down my cheeks, I swallow hard, and I finally start talking. “I.. Took a pregnancy test..” With trembling hands, I reach for the pregnancy test hidden behind me, my heart pounding in my chest as I hold it out for him to see.

Matt's eyes widen. Then, without a word, Matt gently takes the test from my trembling hands, his gaze fixed on the plastic stick.

I start feeling desperate, loosing my breath again. “I think I’m pregnant, I’m sorry..”

Matt's expression softens as he looks at me. "Don’t cry.. it’s okay.. It’s not a bad thing.." He murmurs, pulling me into his embrace once more.

"It is a bad thing, Matt" I finally manage to choke out. "I know you don't want this kid."

Matt's arms tighten around me, his embrace a comforting me. "Hey.. hey.." He murmurs softly, his fingers gently tracing circles on my back. "I never said that..” He pauses “I know.. Hmm.. I know It wasn’t the plan, but I do want this kid, okay?” He says looking into my eyes.

"It's not that simple, Matt.." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I can't just pretend that everything is okay when it's clearly not.” I sob, loudly.

He looks at me sadly, not knowing exactly what to answer. “Why don’t we go back to our room and talk better there? Huh?” He says in a comforting tone.

I nod, sniffing. He helps me getting back up and we make our way to the bed. We lay down, I cuddle with Matt, my head on his chest, like a pillow. I cry. He strokes my hair, trying to comfort me. “Are you mad at me?” I lift my head, facing him.

His hand strokes my hair softly as he looks into my eyes. "Hey, listen to me" he murmurs, his voice gentle. "I could never be mad at you, okay?” He pulls me closer. “I could never be mad at you for something like this, don’t overthink It..” He kisses my forehead.

I let out a shaky breath. "I’m scared.." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "What about Evie, Matt?”

He spreads kisses on my face, and wipes my tears away with his thumb. “Evie will love to have a sister, I promise you.”

“I’m not ready Matt.. What if she feels left out, or if we can't give her enough attention with another baby?” I sniff, sadly. “I’m not even a good mom.." Words catching in my throat.

He pulls away slightly, his brows furrowing with a mix of confusion and frustration. "What do you mean you are not a good mom?" He asks, like I’m lying to his face. "Where is this coming from?"

I stay silent, feeling the weight of his words sinking in. Matt's tone is firm, his frustration evident as he waits for my response.

“Look at me. I don’t wanna hear those words coming out of your mouth ever again.”

"You're an amazing mom. Evie adores you, and so do I. You do the best you can, and that's all that matters. I don’t wanna hear that stupid shit again, do you understand that?”

I struggle to accept his words, the weight of my insecurities. "I'm sorry Matt.." I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks once again. "I'm trying, I really am, I swear... But sometimes, it just feels like I'm not enough.." I completely break down again, crying even more than before.

As I break down in tears once more, Matt pulls me even closer, his arms a comforting shield around me. “Shh..“

“I love you so much, I don’t want you to leave me..” I say sobbing, hugging him the tighter and tighter.

“I love you too.. I’m not leaving you, I’m not going anywhere.” I cling into his body, leaving stains of my tears on his shirt.

"I'm just so scared" I admit, my voice trembling with vulnerability.

“You are safe with me, I’m not leaving you ever.” He keeps looking into my eyes while I avoid eye contact.

I shake my head as a no, getting more overwhelmed about all of this. “I don’t know If I can do this.”

“Everything will be just fine, I promise you.”

After some good twenty minutes, still with his arms around me, I start relaxing again. Tears continue to fall, but they're softer now. He continues to shower me with affection, leaving my face with gentle kisses and soft caresses, his fingers on my hair, I feel the tension slowly melting away, until we both fall asleep.

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i was so confused about what to do at the end, i hate this sm but i don’t have anything to post 😭😭

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

For the release of ttpd, can a girl get some sad Grayson hcs 😔✊ <3

sad grayson head canons

of course<3. i eat up sad tig hcs so i might make some for the rest of the brothers and avery (probably will). hope you like them! this one is going to be kinda dark (i like making my favorite tig characters suffer) so trigger warning for self-harm and suicidal thoughts/attempts. take care of yourselves, and try to talk to someone if you can. as someone who's been through a lot of shit last year, i can promise you things, at some point, start looking up (this might be corny, but i felt the need to say it) (i may be projecting in some of these cause i love making myself see myself in my fav characters if that makes sense).

grayson used to go out (like to the park or smth) and watch all of the kids playing with each other wishing he could be like them.

sometimes he gets so self-destructive he doesn't eat or drink water. he just lies in bed wishing he could magically die.

grayson heard the prochecy, the black dog, loml, and down bad from ttpd for the first time and started sobbing uncontrollably (so many other songs but yk, im not gonna write all of them down)

when he gets in those self destructive moods, he tends to piss people off/make people sad on purpose so that they'll get made and leave him (he secretly wishes that someone can see through all of his pain and be there for him)

very dark so trigger warning (even though i gave one at the beginning. you can never be too sure), grayson used to have scars on his ribs bc he would hurt himself. he never cut deep enough for it to actually scar permanently bc he 'has an image to uphold' according to tobias.

although swimming is a coping mechanism, it's also a form of self-harm for him sometimes. he swims until he can't feel his legs anymore, and sticks his head underwater for extended periods of time until he feels like he's about to drown.

i actually saw this in a conan gray interview, but he used to cross the street without looking left and right hoping a car would hit him.

he hears emily's voice in his head more often than he lets on. whenever he hears her voice, he'll press his nails so hard into his palms, they start to bleed.

he somehow managed to get his hands on some anti-depressant behind tobias' back and started taking them, but, sometimes, when he was especially suicidal, he would try to overdose on the pills. it never worked.

he's convinced himself that he deserves the pain he causes himself/the people cause him.

tobias knew about his unhealthy coping mechanisms but didn't do shit to help him bc didn't want him to 'soften up' making grayson think his grandfather thought he deserved the pain.

grayson will purposely make himself stay awake for days on end bc he doesn't think he deserves to get sleep sometimes (he needs to work. in his head, everything will go to shit if he doesn't)

sometimes he'll go swing on this swing they have in blackwood forest to feel like a kid again (it sometimes works)

he has this stuffed teddy bear nash gave him when he was a baby that he sometimes sleeps with when he feels alone (even though he'd grown now).

this one is extremely dark, probably the darkest one yet so tw for suicide attempt(ish its not really one).......... at the age of fifteen, he actually bought pills to overdose on and set a date (the 14th of may (really random)). he was going to off himself that day but didn't end up doing it bc his brothers dragged him out to play chess (idk, anything works). he said he'd do it some other day but never go to it. every year, on that day, he celebrates not offing himself bc he wouldn't have met the people he met and wouldn't have gotten to feel the happiness he now feels if he had.

he's convinced himself he isn't worthy of love (this one also applies to jamie, a lot of these actually do in my opinion, they're quite similar when you think about it. probably will make a post about this)

when he was a baby, he'd imagine his stuffed teddy was actually his mom when he felt the need to be held by a parental figure. it almost never worked, but he would always try again hoping it would magically start working.

he has panic attacks on a regular basis. ones where he starts pulling at his hair and stuff. he thinks he's going crazy after these, but avery reassures him he isn't (or nash, but i like the idea of avery being there for him as a friend/sister figure)

when he was younger, he used to ask people if they wanted to come to his house and play with him. they said yes but only bc he was rich. the second they'd step foot into his house, they'd leave him and start exploring.

this sort of goes with the hc i made that he denies himself food and stuff, but, when he gets cold at night and wants to lower the temperature, he'll force himself to stay in bed and take the blankets off to let himself suffer.

he secretly wishes people weren't so scared of him bc then he might have friends.

sometimes, he starts feeling so numb with everything he goes back to the cliff where emily died just to feel smth.

he's such a perfectionist he would cry whenever he got lower than a 90% at school.

it might not look like it, but he really cares about people's opinions of him and will do everything in his power to 'fix' what these people think is wrong with him.

whenever he gets mad at the world or at himself, he'll go to one of those places where you smash and break everything. when he's done, he makes himself sit in the mess and look at all of the destruction he caused (he sees this as him destroying everything in his life (like his relationships, etc))

to end on a brighter note, here's a happy grayson hc :)

when he was younger and wanted smth, he would jump with his hands clasped together begging for it with the cutest puppy eyes ever (i find this one really adorable and can literally picture it in my head).

not proof read so i apologize for any spelling mistakes<3. again, there are resources you can use if you ever need help. if you can, try to get a therapist, and, if you can't, talk to a friend/family member or call a helpline. things can get better. sending everyone lots of love.

[sopeyb23-blog]

The Three Rules

*not my gif

Rule #1, Rule #2

Summary: Spencer X F!reader work through exhaustion and frustration while on a case.

warnings: swearing (med), throwing things?, death (not main, not graphic, but mentioned), cm style issues, thats it i think???

Pairing: Spencer Reid X F!reader

words: 4.6K (shes big)

A/N: I keep making these soooo long, so, sorry. this one is a little darker than the rest but ends in fluff per usual and has a little bit of funny Emily and funny Garcia

*I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #2: Always offer comfort and support

Y/N ~

Spencer and I finally moved in together about a month after the last incident. And he was right, it was more efficient. 

“We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go!” I waited by our front door and Spencer ran around the apartment looking for his keys.

“I know I put them in the bowl”

“Spencer! I have keys, it's fine, let's go, lover boy!” He laughed and checked the ceramic bowl on the counter one last time before giving up. 

“Okay, one last check. Coffee?”

“Check” I held up the two large cups in my hands.

“Go bags, check” he held up both of our bags on his shoulders.

“And keys, ½ so, good enough” 

We arrived at the tarmac fifteen minutes earlier than usual...but still 10 minutes late. 

Spencer~

I took both of our bags and stashed them in the jet with the others before taking my seat beside Y/N on the couch. As per usual the first teasing began from Morgan when I sat down and he saw that my shirt was buttoned wrong and my hair was noticeably more disheveled than usual.

“Oooh, looks like a lover boy had a very good morning!” I glared at him as I rebuttoned my shirt and JJ immediately took action.

“Morgan, don’t make me put you in time out” He put his hands up in a mock defense.

“Im sorry mom!” Rossi laughed before handing me my paper file and Y/N her I-pad.

“Milwaukee again, they've got a child murderer.”   The once light mood from the teasing had gone away in an instant as we all opened up our files to see the pictures. 

“That's an annihilator” My first thought was to take Y/N's hand, offering a little support for her and comfort for myself through a small touch. She took my hand gladly and gave it a little squeeze. 

“An overly sadistic one too” Morgans brow furrowed as we continued to review the case but with perfect timing Garcia's face popped up on the screen. 

“I have a present for you” We all looked at her with puzzled expressions through the screen.

“Look under your seats!” she began with her best impression of a talk show host and we all fumbled about to find bedazzled gun holsters for each of us with all of our names in special large gems of our favorite colors. 

“Wow, thanks Garcia that's- that’s really thoughtful of you!” Emily tried and failed to contain her laughter as we all looked over to see Hotch replacing his leather belt holster with the bedazzled one from Garcia. He stood up to show her and got close to the camera.

“I’d say I look pretty badass.” He said it with a deadpan look on his face and then put his gun in it and sat back down without saying another word. JJ and Y/N looked at each other for a split second before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. Like always, if one person on the team laughs, the rest of us can't help but join in. I always like to say it's because of Y/N. Her laugh is just one of those laughs that radiates all over and lights up a room.

Once we could breathe again we all thanked Garcia and she hung up with a big smile on her face. Now on to Milwaukee.

Y/N~ 

When we landed Hotch sent Spencer and I to the first crime scene together. Whenever possible on hard cases he likes to keep the two of us together because we work better that way. There is just something about the little touches during a hard case that keeps me going. And for this one, I was definitely going to need that. 

“Poor JJ” As we walked around the crime scene looking at all of the damage done Spencer and I talked through whatever came to mind.

“What do you mean?” I love him so much. But he's absolutely clueless.

“I mean, her and Hotch both. I can't imagine doing cases like this when you have a kid of your own back home. It must be terrifying” he nodded in silence before crouching down in the corner of the little boys room.

“Do you ever consider it?” I continued talking to him even though I know we are here to work. Sometimes that's my biggest flaw. I don't shut up easily.

“Consider what?”

“You know. Having baby geniuses one day?” I gave him a curious little smile as I waited for his response and continued writing little notes about the crime scene in my phone.

“Well i mean yeah, of course. But I'm not the one who'd be carrying them for 9 months am I?” I laughed at him and nodded before stopping altogether. 

“Them?” He gave me a mischievous smile back and said nothing.

“Fine then, keep your secrets”

We finished up at the crime scene and then headed back to the police station where the rest of the team was waiting for our report. Hotch and JJ look notably defeated and Rossi, Emily, and Derek just looked downright exhausted. Sometimes our work takes its toll rather quickly, especially when it's a very emotional case. Seeing a parent sob so horrifically after you give them the news is never easy. It's draining.

“So, what was the scene like?” Rossi spoke up from where he was standing in the corner.

“It was carnage. Absolute carnage” 

“How are the parents?” I looked at JJ who out of all of us definitely looked the most defeated.

“They’re acting like anyone else would. They’re distraught.” I grabbed Spencer's arm and held it tight as we talked about the profile. The more we talked the worse everyone looked. Garcia called mid profile and even her voice sounded exhausted. But we all knew that we wouldn't rest until we caught him.

Spencer~ 

None of us slept that night. None of us even left the precinct that night. A few times while we waited for more information or for someone to come in for an interview we would take turns napping on two chairs we wedged together to form a bed in the conference room. I tried that once, but I could barely fit my torso in them so I decided I would have better luck with the floor instead. 

“Spence, you want a snack?”

“They got pretzels?” I looked up from my napping position on the floor to look at Y/N when she stood over me with a few quarters in her hand. 

“Yeah, i'll be right back” She walked away for a moment and came back with two cups of coffee and two bags of pretzels. 

 She plopped both of them on my chest and crumbled to the floor beside me.

“Dinner is served” I chuckled and took a swig of coffee- overly sugared just how I like it- and then ate a single pretzel before Morgan came running into the room.

“A boy was just kidnapped” 

In a panic we all rushed up from our various positions and walked out into the main room of the precinct. I went straight for Hotch who was on the phone talking angrily.

“They put out an amber?” he blocked one end of the phone before turning to me.

“Not yet, get JJ on that please” I nodded and started to walk over to where JJ was napping.

“And Reid, get Y/N to talk to the parents, JJ’s done enough” I nodded solemnly.

We all have to do parent notifications and walkthroughs sometimes, but JJ does them the most. Every once in a while we make someone other than her do it to give her a well deserved break. Out of all of the things that we do, notifying the families is one of the hardest. 

“JJ, another boy has been taken, Hotch needs you to put out the amber.” I shook her shoulder and she woke quickly.

“Me? I should be with the family, have Garcia do it.” I looked her straight in the eyes and shook my head.

“We got this one, you deserve a break” she said nothing but got up from her chairs and walked over to the computer to start on the alert. 

“Y/N, baby, Hotch wants you with the families” she was still sitting on the floor where our coffees sat mostly untouched.

“Oh, um, okay, let's go then” I put a hand on her thigh.

“He wants me here. Will you be okay alone?”

“Oh. yeah, i'll be fine i have the keys anyways” She looked uneasy but neither of us had any choice in the matter. I gave her a chaste kiss on the top of her head and she grabbed my hand for just a second.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, i’ll be okay”

I subconsciously noticed the way she indirectly answered my question. It was her way of saying, no i’m not okay, but go do what you do. I kissed her hand in mine and walked out of the room going to help Derek and Hotch deliver the profile while the rest of the team was dispatched to separate locations. It's going to be a long night.

Y/N~

By the time I arrived at the families house it was nearing morning and the sun was starting to rise. There were cops all around and in their house which I quickly told to go. Right now, being here is not going to do that boy any good. Only one stayed to guard outside of the house, and me, of course, being the current family liaison. One of the problems with being the liaison with the family of an abductee is that after you make the initial connection with them, you don't get to stop being their liaison until the unsub is caught. That meant hours of being by myself in their house hearing the mother and father cry over the loss of their child. That meant almost never sleeping, or eating. And worst of all, that meant being without Spencers comforting touch and encouragement.

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N, I'm the FBI agent assigned to your family.” They were sitting on the couch in the living room, their son’s toys covering the coffee table in front of them. The mother was crying soundlessly, almost catatonic, the father on the other hand was silent. He bounced his knee relentlessly and had no tears on his face. 

“Would you mind if I ask you a few questions about Danny?” 

The mother stayed quiet but the father looked up from his hands to speak.

“Do you think my son’s dead?”

Danny's mother withdrew her hand from her husbands and covered her mouth as she let out a sob.

“At this point we don't know much. But, i’m not here to lie to you, if this is connected to the other abductions then more than likely, yes”

The father still didn't cry, but instead just nodded his head solemnly. 

I asked them all the questions I could. Where did Danny go to school? Is there anyone he liked to hang out with? Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Danny? Some of them were real questions that needed answers. But for the most part they were just to get a sense of the parents, and to make them feel a little less helpless. Spencer always says to me that the best thing you can do for these families sometimes is just to make them feel like they can help. Usually they cant, but sometimes taking their mind off of their own thoughts and focusing them can bring out little bits of information we never knew would be helpful. The morning came and went. I had a single orange and a cup of coffee that day. The night came and still, no news. I checked my phone constantly, even though I knew that my ringer was on. If they found Danny, alive or dead, I would be the first person they call. But until then, all I could do was wait. 

Spencer~

Throughout the entire day I felt worried and distracted. Not just because I knew that the inevitable was close, but because usually, the team works in pairs. I deny it all the time, but I always work better when there is someone else with me. Not necessarily working with me- because I prefer to work alone- but just there. Someone who will remind me to slow down and take a deep breath or just let me talk out loud to them even though I probably won't listen to a word they say. But here I was, standing in front of a map, all alone, getting more and more frustrated by the moment and having not a single one of my teammates to get me back on track.

“Hello?” I finally took out my phone and called Y/N to get an update. On her that is, not the case.

“Hey, it's me, i'm just calling to see how you're doing” she sighed and I could practically see her rubbing a hand on the back of her neck and adjusting her glasses like she always does when she's stressed.

“That bad huh?”

“Yeah, not great. How's the map coming”

“It's not” this time it was my turn to sign into the phone.

“The the rest of the team is all out doing recon so i'm at a bit of a loss here”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Look Spence, I really shouldn't be on the phone, so-”

“Oh yeah, no I get it, of course.” She hung up without a word of goodbye and let me feel somehow even more frustrated than when our conversation began. I know she didn't mean to be condescending. I know she's just as frustrated as I am. But that doesn’t help me at the moment. After about another hour of waiting the rest of the team (minus Y/N) walked back into the precinct with downtrodden faces. 

“We just found the body, kid”  Morgan walked over to me and then sat down in a chair at the conference table. My heart broke. For once I was glad I wasn't with them today. 

“Did you get a positive ID?” I turned to Rossi this time who stood next me looking at the map.

“Yeah. it's him” 

Y/N~

I sat wide awake on the couch as it neared midnight. My phone lit up in the dark room with a call from Hotch.

“What's the news?” 

“We just got a positive ID on Danny's body” I was silent.

“After you inform the parents I need you back at the precinct” I was shocked. 

“Hotch, they still are going to need a liaison, my work isn't done yet”

“Y/N, their child is dead. There is nothing more that you can do for them” 

“Fine, i'll be back as soon as I can” I hung up the phone angrily and gingerly knocked on the bedroom door, knowing that this moment would alter their lives forever.

I opened up the door to the conference room to find everyone sitting in chairs around the table. They all gave me sympathetic looks and Spencer tried to reach his arm out to me which I denied. I’m a profiler, I know what healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms look like. I know that pulling away from anyone and everyone is not a good coping mechanism, but none of them were there with me. None of them saw the look of terror on his mother's face when I knocked on her door in the middle of the night. None of them heard her screams or saw her crumple to the ground in her son's room, holding his pillow like it was all that was keeping her anchored.  

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room as we went through the profile and barely said a word. I saw Spencer looking back at me worried a few times while we gave the profile to the police and again as I went back into the corner of the conference room, still pulling away when he tried to grab my arm. Once everyone had gone back to researching or calling or going door to door, Spencer walked over to my chair in the corner. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and squatted down directly in front of me. Still being careful not to touch me, he tried to look me in the eyes but I averted them. 

“Y/N, you should go to the hotel”

“Are you going to the hotel?”

“No but-”

“Don't tell me that I need it more than you. Or that I've had a harder time than you! We are all struggling, we all need sleep! I can handle this Spencer!”  He flinched a little when I started to raise my voice but still stayed in his position. Hotch and Rossi upon hearing me raise my voice walked back into the room and over to Spencer. 

“Y/N, Spencer's right, you need to get some sleep.” 

“Is that an order?” Hotch paused for a moment and looked at Rossi who nodded.

“Yes, i'll see you in the morning” I clenched my jaw and Spencer quickly moved out of the way to let me get out of the chair, but not before taking a firm hold of my arm.

“This is a good thing, don't be mad at us for trying to help you” I took my eyes off of the floor to glare at him.

“Spencer, if you value our relationship or your hand, let go of my arm and stop with your condescending bullshit”

Spencer~

After she left I think it's fair to say that my mood did not improve. My frustration about the case turned into overall frustration with myself and everyone who happened to be around me at the time. I stood in front of the map without moving for hours just looking and going through all different theories in my mind. I was no longer alone but at this point that didn't matter. 

“Hey Spence, do you want any coffee?” JJ approached me cautiously and I silently shook my head. 

“Okay, well, uh, let me know if you need anything” she walked away to the hall just outside of the conference room where Morgan and Emily were standing. I could hear Emily talk to her through the glass doors that separated us.

“So?” Emily probed JJ as soon as the doors closed behind her.

“No good, didn't even speak” 

“I'm worried about him'' There was a hum of agreement between the three of them before Emily opened the doors and walked in. she approached me with less caution than JJ, but still with a little apprehension.

“Hey there, Spencer, do you need any help?” i didn't speak a word or even shake my head this time.

“You know I'm pretty good at mapping it so it happens. I could also help with a key if you want? Or alternatively you could just talk to me? Or look at me? No? Okay, well i'm going go get myself a cup of coffee from the diner down the street, if you decide to speak let me know” 

She asked me question after question and still I didn’t speak or move. Finally after staying for a moment of hostile silence she walked out of the room to where JJ and Derek were waiting. 

“So?” This time JJ asked Emily

“I asked him like five questions and he didn't even try and correct my grammar.”

 They all paused in silence for a moment before Emily turned to Derek.

“Alright Morgan, your turn, good luck” she patted him on the back and he sighed before walking into the room even more hesitantly than JJ was the first time.

“Hey Reid, you know, we’re all here for you if you-”

I turned around very slowly with a deadpan stare.

“Morgan, as politely as I can say this, if you and the rest of the team don’t leave me the fuck alone then I am going to take all 187 points of my IQ and shove them, up your-”

“Woah, woah,woah, okay pretty boy, I get the message” 

He turned and walked briskly out of the room. I turned back to my board but could hear JJ talking still from the hall.

“I'm worried, I've never seen him like this.”

“The only times he's ever been this frustrated we all know who got him out of it.” Emily stated and turned to Derek.

“I’ll see what I can do. Hey Rossi, let's take a drive”

Y/N~

I had slept for a few hours but the nightmares woke me up. It was morning now, so at least I know I got a little bit of sleep. I took a shower, got dressed, and sat on the edge of my bed, not quite ready to face the repercussions of what happened last night. I put my head in my hands as I remembered last nights events. I fucked up. Bad. After a few minutes I heard a knock on my hotel room door and got up from the bed to answer it. Rossi and Derek stood there with hands on their hips and worried looks on their faces.

“Can we come in?”

“Um, sure?” He said it as they had already walked in the room and I went back to sitting on the edge of my bed as they stood in front of me. Derek was the first to break the silence and he tore me away from where I was looking as I fiddled with my hands.

“Look, Pretty boy is in a bad place and you're the only one we know can get him out of it. If we want to catch this guy we need him, and to get him back on track we need you” he stopped and sighed. 

“Well, I have been ordered to stay here, so I guess you'll have to talk to our supervisor about that” Rossi grimaced as I said it and pointed to him. He put his head down for a second and then took a seat on the bed next to me. 

“Look kid, you were in a horrible place and I know that you know that. If you want to stop feeling helpless, If you want to get that boy the justice that he deserves, then we need your help. Spencer needs your help. You are the only person in the world that could help him right now, so I need you to suck up your pride, and come with us.” 

I gulped and sighed before standing from the bed. 

“Fine. But you both owe me a drink” They laughed and opened the door for me as we left the hotel. 

When the three of us arrived at the precinct and walked into the main area by the vending machines we saw a group of officers crowding around the hallway to the conference room. I walked right up to JJ and Emily who were making their way through the crowd towards me. JJ was the first to speak over the low murmur of the people crowding the hallway.

“Hey, thank god you're here!” She sounded so relieved you would have thought I’d saved her life.

“Um thanks? What's going on?” After I spoke I heard a loud thud and a crash coming from inside the conference room and a few people backed up from the windows. Emily got really close to me as she spoke.

“Um, Spencer’s...throwing things” I cocked my head to the side and was about to ask what she meant when another object, a book i think, hit the window in front of me.

“Holy, shit” I said with conviction and without another word walked to the front of the crowd and opened the glass doors. 

Spencer was facing away from me, but still throwing markers, and wherever he could get his hands on, at the window. Finally as he heard me approaching he stopped throwing things and put both of his palms to his forehead. As I got closer I could hear his heavy breathing and see the damage he had done. When I finally got close enough to his back I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm gently. He flinched a little but didn't move away or try to get me off of him. I got on my tiptoes to whisper quietly into his ear.

“Spence, I love you and I'm sorry, but I need you to calm down right now because the team needs you. okay?” I kept my hands on him and heard him gulp in between his heavy breaths. After a minute his breathing started to slow a little.

“Good. I'm going to go get you a glass of water and i’ll be back in just a second” I took my hands off him and walked over to the door where JJ and Rossi were standing guard.

“JJ could you get me a glass of water?”

“Of course”

“Rossi, can you make everyone get away from the hallway and the window, there's too many people, I wont be able to get him to calm down if his senses are in a constant overdrive from the sounds” He nodded quickly as JJ came back with a glass of water in her hand. I took it from her and walked back into the room with Spencer as Rossi-with help from Hotch- started to disperse the crowd.

“Here, drink this” I guided him to a chair and he sat down to drink the glass. After a few sips I put my hand on his back and leaned forward so he could see my face fully.

“Okay, now I need you to tell me everything you know”

Spencer~ 

After a few minutes of drinking water I began to tell her about everything I knew for the location. At some point while we were talking I figured out where the unsub was and Morgan and Emily successfully got him and saved another young boy. As soon as he was processed we all decided that we wanted to leave as soon as possible, and not stay another second in that place. Even though it was the middle of the night Rossi was able to get the jet ready for us in an hour and we started the long flight home. 

I looked In front of me on the couch where Y/N was snuggled into my side and rolled onto my back so she could place her head on my chest. Her eyes were closed but her breathing told me that she was still awake and while she was I wanted to make sure she heard one last thing before this treacherous trip was over.

“I never said thank you” She turned her head on my chest so that she could look at me, but in the dark and quiet of the jet, it was clear she couldn't really see me anyways.

“For what?”

“For what you did back there, I never said thank you, so… thank you” She smiled widely at me but kept her eyes closed in the dark.

“Well, thank you. For not making me feel like I was helpless” she opened her eyes when she said it and it made me smile broadly. I kissed her head and turned back on my side so that I could pull her close to me. 

Rule #2, every little touch, every little word that she says brings me comfort whether she knows it, or not. I think that might have been the easiest rule to follow, after all, when you love someone just being around them is enough comfort.

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[chans-baby-girl]

You’ll always have me!

Pairing: Felix x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Description: Fighting with your dad was regular thing but today he crossed a certain line and you need only person to cheer you up and one person only.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Verbals and Physical abuse (Slapping), bad parental relationships (father),mature language, established relationships, angst, fluff, mentions of depression but not explicitly stated.

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“Don’t come back then!”

You wish you didn’t have to…you really did but sometimes things don’t work out the way you want them to. That’s what runs in your mind as you run out the door with your dog Kookies in tow. He looks at you and licks your face making you tear up with guilt for wanting to resent him a few minutes ago. He did start this after-all but he didn’t even know any better so it wasn’t like you could blame him.

“I just cleaned up his piss…”, your dad spat motioning to the now yellow stained wipe in his hand. “Next time you pick up after your own damn dog….What can’t hear or something?”

You barely heard half of that after removing your headphones that your dad didn’t notice you were wearing. But he had been with this sour mood all day so you were just offended?

“Who are you talking to?”, you reply seemingly forgetting you and him were the only ones in the room.

“So you think you’re being smart with me?” He walks closer to your bed anger lacing his tone.

“No I just don’t understand why you are taking it out on me I was in the bathroom you could’ve waited for me to finish and I would’ve cleaned it. So I’m just angry you are giving me attitude for something so childis-“ *SLAP*

“DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT IM YOUR DA-“

“WHAT SO JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY DAD YOU THINK YOU CAN PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME? DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? STRONGER? HUH NOW THAT YOU HIT YOUR KID OH YOU ARE SO FUCKING TOUGH HUH? YOU FORGET IM A GROWN ADULT SO JUST LEAVE MY DOG ALONE THEN SINCE YOU DON’T LIKE MY DOG SO MUCH.”

You were so livid you couldn’t even see straight. Your vision began blurring, you started seeing red, and your ears even began ringing and you couldn’t even stop the words flowing out of your mouth. You were so sick and tired of how he treated you and him hitting you was crossing the line.

“ I DON’T WANT THAT DOG”

“I DON’T WANT YOU AND HERE WE ARE.”

“STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT.”

“CAN’T HEAR YOU I HAVE HEADPHONES ON.”

You never shoved your AirPods in your ears faster hitting play and turning up the volume until you felt your phone fly out of your hand.

“FUCK THAT DOG I WANT IT GONE OK?”

“SAME TO YOU I HATE YOU!”

“FINE WITH ME UNGRATEFUL ASS ALL YOU DO IS FIGHT WITH ME I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I FEED YOU LET YOU SEE YOUR BOYFRIEND I DONT HAVE TO DO ANY OF THAT.”

“I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU THEN IF YOU ARE JUST GONNA GET LIKE THIS EVERY TIME AND YOU KNOW I HAVE MY OWN JOB SO STOP.” You swear your voice is going to give out and you tap your face and feel all the tears you didn’t even know were flowing. You felt hurt,angry, sad, until you just felt numb.

You ran and grabbed your dog and left with those last words echoing in your head.

“Don’t come back then!”

But you knew that it would be ok because you were almost there. You wished you could’ve let him know you were coming but your phone was back at your house. Soon enough you knock on an all too familiar door. You wipe your tears but you know you are probably going to cry again so it’s pointless to hide it. Kookies wags his tail in anticipation but the door never opens.

“Shit…is he not home?…”, you walk to his driveway and spot his parked car.

“…maybe he went to bed ….fuck fuck fuck….what do I do…what do we do?…”, you looked to Kookies who tilted his head in confusion and barked possessively.

You fought back tears until you choked on a sob and just cried loudly. It was uncontrollable at this point all the events leading up to this very moment have taken a toll and quite frankly it wasn’t something you wanted to deal with. You stepped away from the door and started walking towards the sidewalk. You didn’t know where else to go and you sure as hell didn’t wanna go home but you had no other choice.

You sobbed and started your walk home. Kookies whimpered at your sobbing features and licked your face in an attempt to soothe you but sadly, his efforts were futile. You barely made it 15 feet away from the house when Kookies began barking loudly. You pet him and told him that it was okay but he managed to wiggle his way out of his your grasp and ran towards the house once again.

“Kookies come back we have to go!”’ You cried as you reluctantly raced after him. He stopped at the door and sat there expectantly making you look at him in confused.

The door abruptly opened and there stood your boyfriend Felix clad in a oversized shirt that stuck to his seemingly damp frame with sweats underneath. His blond hair was tied back in a hair tie and it looked pretty frizzy. ‘Did he just…shower?’

You felt a bit dumb thinking he was asleep you kept your head down and didn’t say anything. Felix however studied your sad and exhausted appearance and put two and two together. This wasn’t the first time you’ve escaped to his house and in the 7 years he has been with you he knows the issue. He can still remember your broken face the first time you came over.

It was sophomore year and your dad had just yelled at you for not being home on time even though you told him that the city bus broke down and you had no other way home. He berated you and made you feel like it was all your fault so you ran to your boyfriends house for the first time. You were thankful he lived so close to you. He was shocked to see you appear unannounced at his doorstep and you had only been with him for a few months. Even then you never really told him what was going on in fear he would laugh too. It was far from what you expected though, he went out to get you snacks and made sure to make you comfy before wrapping you in his arms. He put on a movie and sat there without saying a word. He didn’t want to push you and waited for you to come out with it on your own. You did sure enough, and from then on it became a routine. His home became your home. He became your home.

Felix sighed before opening the door allowing you to step in. You put Kookies down and he went immediately to Felix, who happily let the dog jump in his arms and took him to his backyard before closing the door allowing Kookies to play with the toys Felix had out. You made your way to the couch that resides in the living room and sat on it without saying a word. Felix makes his way back to the living room and sat next to you. He opened his arms allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. He placed his hands on your sides and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

You looked up at him with an unreadable expression and he just smiled softly at you because he just wanted you to feel safe. You broke down you couldn’t take it anymore you just let yourself cry and you let yourself be vulnerable around him. You knew that he was there even when your dad was going to be the worst Felix would always be the best. You eventually calmed down and Felix rocked you back and forth rubbing small circles to your back until you stop crying. It was silent for a few minutes more until you decided to speak: “He told me not to come back…even tho I know he said it because he was mad it hurt more than it should’ve…and idk Lix I just idk if I can t-take it anymore I’m so tired and exhausted.”, tears formed in your eyes and you pressed your head to his chest.

“I mean I said stupid shit to him too if I’m going to be fair so I am at fault for pissing him of-“

“YOU’RE at fault? YOU that’s ridiculous and fair????baby please don’t cover for him. Don’t defend him and don’t try to make yourself feel guilty that is what he is good at. Don’t do that to yourself love. It is not your fault and he has put you through hurt and suffering since before we even got together and you know it. His actions are inexcusable at this point and I am done sitting here and not being able to do anything about it. He said he doesn’t want you back and whether he means it or not you are staying with me. You know I have more than enough money for us and we can make this work. I promise love.”, he grabbed your hands and stared in your eyes and told you he loved you. You couldn’t help but get lost in his beautiful eyes and you couldn’t help but glance at his adorable freckles. You leaned in and pressed kisses to them which made him smile. You leaned I to him resting your head in the crook of his neck before replying with an ok.

“Hold that thought love ima go get Kookies since it’s darker outside now!” He gets up to go to the backyard only to return moments later with your furry companion.

“Anyways sweetheart I am so happy to hear that you wanna stay with me. Love I promise I’m going to take care of you here. Well you and Kookies how could I not he is so adorable and we both know he loves me more!”, he proclaims loudly puffing out his chest and donning one of his cheeky grins.

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“He does not”

“Does too”

“DOES NOT”

“DOES TOO”

“WHO DO YOU THINK GAVE BIRTH TO HIM!”

Felix bursts into laughter and squeals “NOT YOU!”

“HOW DARE YOU DO YOU EVEN VSCO?”, you shriek back and you’ve long forgotten what your dad even did.

Felix gets up and grabs Kookies,” You love me more right…give me a little kiss if you do!”

“HOW DARE YOU ASK HI-“

“SHHHH HE IS THINKING”, he replies causing you to stare at Kookies who has his head tilted. It took him a few moments to finally lick Felix’s cheek causing him to erupt in cheers while you in contrast feigned a hurt expression.

“Kookies how could you…don’t you remember where you came from!”, you fake cried. You and Felix both looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles. Felix sat back down placing Kookies on the floor and hugged you tight. You sat in a comfortable silence until you spoke up.

“You know I still have to tell my dad I’m moving out?”

“Yes I do but I will be there with you ok love?”

“Yeah but I know he isn’t going to like me moving out on a whim I’m just a bit scared you know and I still have to get all of my stuff it’s just gonna be a mess.” You let out a heavy sigh and let your head fall in your hands. Felix shifts so you are in between his legs and starts to massage your back letting you relax in his hold. You always enjoyed his tender and relaxing massages from his tiny hands that worked wonders.

“I know things are going to go down but we need to get it done now or he is always going to do this to you and by staying you are just giving him that. I promise ima make it ok just trust me love.”

You nod with a smile and embrace him while kissing all over his face letting your hands roam to his sides to tickle him. He begins laughing uncontrollably squirming with tears forming in his eyes.

“YA STOP STOOOOOOP PLEASE”,he cries out pleading for mercy.

You smile widely letting your grin spread from ear to ear and mischievously reply,”Only if you make me brownies please please please.”

“YES YES OF COURSEEEEE PLEASE STAWWWWP.”

You smile with satisfaction and release him jumping up from the couch and start jumping up and down.

“My hero!”, you reply with a layer of sarcasm to which Felix merely smiled at before grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen.

To your surprise there are already ingredients for brownies laid on the counter. You gaze at Felix with a questioning look to which he simply shrugs.

“Actually I was already planning on making you brownies and bringing them over but fate was on my side as always.”, Felix grinned and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in front of him as he started preparing the mix. He made sure to keep you close because he loves inhaling your sweet scent. You turned around and smiled feeling so lucky have him. He made you feel so safe and secure. He made you feel loved and cared for which was something you lacked at home with your dad. Not that it was your real home because to you, you had found your real home in Felix and he found his home within you and that was all you needed.

“I am a bit sad though Lix cuz I don’t even have my dad to go to anymore.” You sighed wishing things could be different.

“I know but who cares even if the world turns against you…You’ll always have me!”, he grinned and turned you around so you could face him. You couldn’t help but smile back because he was right.

You pressed a kiss you his lips draping your arms around his neck to bring his closer. Quickly he wrapped his hands around your waist and moved his lips in sync with yours. You smiled into the kiss and started giggling randomly making Felix pull back and stare at you with a perplexed smile on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He began patting his face vigorously and let out an overly dramatic gasp. You rolled your eyes and hugged him instead pulling him close and squeezing him with the tightest grip you could muster.

“No you coconut I just…”, you sigh with a smile that he couldn’t see,”I just love you Felix I really love you. Thank you for always putting me first.”, you peck his lips and cup his face staring at his features and studying them like you’ll never see them again.

Felix beamed feeling a little proud of how good he is to you he peck your lips in response looking at you with his face full of love and care.

“I love you too forever and always.”

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Authors Note: just wanna say hi and welcome to my work I hope you enjoy and I just want y’all to know… I really tried 🤡 but if you like or if you want more stuff like this yk send asks :) anyways have an amazing day

[thegaypotato]

a/n: ok so im gonna do a bad things happen bingo to get back into writing parkner so prepare yourselves folks >:D

1: nightmares

word count: 800

warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, implied death 

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    “Harley, I’m home!” Peter called out, closing the door behind him with his foot while he balanced several grocery bags and two pizzas in his arms. “I brought the pizza from that new place down the street, Ned told me it’s really good.”

He placed everything down on the kitchen counter and made his way to the living room. Something was off. Harley would usually be there in a split second to greet Peter, even if he was working or studying for a final, so the eerie silence that fell upon the apartment made Peter’s gut twist nervously.

“Harley?” He asked, slowly making his way to the bedroom. It was empty, but it looked like a tornado had found its way inside. The blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, lamps were toppled over and almost everything that sat on the desks and bedside tables were also laying on the ground. 

“What the hell?” Peter muttered, nearly jumping out of his skin when a creaking sound rang out. He knew that creak. That was from the door that led to the stairs to the roof that always put Peter in a bad mood because Harley never oiled the hinges. 

Peter rushed toward it, finding it wide open, slightly swinging back and forth with the breeze. Rushing up the stairs, he anxiously wondered what Harley was doing up there, given that he had a fear of heights.

“Harls, you up here-?” Peter froze when he made it to the roof. Right in the center, Harley sat tied to a chair beside a masked man. The man was resting his weight onto the backrest of the chair, twirling a gun between long fingers. Peter’s eyes flicked to Harley, chin resting against his chest and blood pouring from a nasty-looking cut on his temple and from his nose. A faint bruise was beginning to blossom across his cheekbone and his eyes were half-lidded.

“Oh, Parker! Glad you could make it, kid!” The man suddenly said when he spotted the superhero. Peter glared, clenching his trembling fists at his sides.

“Let him go,” he demanded. The man laughed.

“Sorry, little one, but I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“What do you want? Money?” Peter asked, voice bordering on pleading when the man lifted Harley’s head with the barrel of the gun.

“Pete,” Harley murmured.

“I don’t care for money, Parker. What I do care for, though, is something entirely different.” Peter could practically hear the grin in the man’s voice.

“What is that?” Peter asked tensely. The man shoved the gun against Harley’s temple.

“You took everything from me, Spidey,” the man spat, and Peter felt his heart drop. “You killed the only person I had left. And you call yourself a ‘hero’,” the man scoffed.

“He didn’t kill anybody,” Harley snapped, only to make the man raise the gun and hit the back of his head with it, instantly sending Harley into unconsciousness.

“What are you talking about?” Peter asked, swallowing thickly.

“Of course you wouldn’t know. June 4th, at the Queens Museum. You murdered my son. Paramedics found him crushed under rubble.”

Suddenly, everything rushed back to Peter. The Green Goblin had attacked a few blocks away, and while Peter was busy fighting him, he set off a bomb hidden in the museum. Peter hadn’t slept for weeks after that.

“Look, I’m sorry you lost your son. I really am. I couldn’t make it in time- it was all a part of Green Goblin’s plan- you don’t have to do this-”

“Yes I do,” the man snarled.

“No, wait, we can talk this out-”

The gunshot rang through the air.

“-eter! Pete!”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, distantly aware of the hands rubbing his back and cupping his cheek. His lungs constricted and a rough sob tore its way through his throat. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

“Peter! Talk to me, darlin’.”

Peter looked over and brown met blue. His lip trembled.

“Harls..?”

Harley nodded, the hand on Peter’s cheek moving up to push a strand of hair away from his face. “I’m here, it was just a nightmare. You’re ok.”

Peter reached out, hands finding Harley’s shirt and grasping onto the soft fabric as Harley pulled him into a gentle embrace. Peter’s breathing eventually slowed and Harley pulled him down so they were both more comfortable. Peter, draped over Harley, sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Pete.” Peter lifted his head and stared down at the blond, admiring every freckle and every shade of blue in his eyes because, with a sad sigh, he realized how his nightmare could very easily turn into real life if they weren’t careful enough. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Harley murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Peter mirrored his smile.

“Nothing,” he whispered. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”  Harley let out a breathy chuckle.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you more.”

“We are not starting this now, Parker.”

[1-1snailxd-art]

Libraries are for Meetings

Master List ——  Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - I lost my friend at the library 

Warnings: Homophobia mentioned, it is implied that someone isn’t eating (not an eating disorder completely, but I thought I’d warn just in case) 

Summary: Patton admits his greatest fear; Katie reveals what is behind her sassy exterior; and Logan and Virgil are finally driving somewhere.

Note: reading on mobile can remove the paragraphing. Use desktop site or visit my Ao3 page if it bothers you as much as it bothers me.

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“You should have seen his face after the laptop hit the ground. I haven’t seen that shattered look since…since...”

Patton couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. Laying against Roman’s chest on the couch, Patton had already filled Roman in on how he had accidentally pulled the laptop down. Now, Roman was gently stroking Patton’s hair as the credits for ‘Brother Bear’ ran on the tv screen. Roman made no attempt to prompt Patton to continue, listening solely to the other’s breathing and making sure his own remained steady.

He used to find himself in Patton’s position often, though it was Katie or Jason that he was leaning against. The subtle stroking of hair and faint background noise was just what he needed to find and express how he was feeling.

 "It just feels like every time we get close to returning to normal, I mess something up."

Roman felt Patton's body tense up and Patton finally said his greatest fears out loud.

"I'm a bad omen, Roman. All I do is mess up Logan's life. You should leave me before I start messing yours up too."

"Hey, no, no, no" Roman wished he could pull Patton closer, but he was already squeezing him as tight as he could without causing any harm. There was so much guilt and pain pent up inside Patton's small body; though he rarely showed it.

"You are not a bad omen, Pat... It's ok. I'm not going anywhere."

 Roman was so focus on trying to calm Patton's sobs, that he didn't hear Katie enter.

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 The library didn't need much cleaning thanks to Virgil's relentless tidying during his prior shift. All it took was a quick vacuum and Katie was satisfied enough to set the alarms for the night. She was eager to get home and check on her boys after the day they had. Roman had passed on what he knew earlier, and Ellie had been messaging her ever since Katie tipped them off that Logan may have been heading their way.

It was all intuition. Logan had been avoiding all ties to Jason since the anniversary loomed over the horizon; but Katie had a feeling that Julie's Diner would be a comfort he would seek.

 E: They just left. Virgil seems nice.

Reelest: Virgil is a good kid. How was Logan?

E: Hes Logan. Im sorry katie. Im not good at reading him.

E: our conversation got cut short.

Reelest: How are you doing? Really?

E: *seen*

Reelest: e?

Reelest: Ellie?

Reelest: Ethan?

E: *seen*

 Katie sat in her car and contemplated driving to Julie's Diner to check on her young friend. She almost threw her phone when it loudly chimed for an incoming call.

"Do you need me to come over?" Katie immediately asked, desperate to be the supportive force she had become.

"Sorry, Katie. I just needed a moment to properly process your question." Ellie's voice cracked slightly, but otherwise was void of emotion.

"Don't apologise. Just tell me what you need."

"You shouldn't be helping me, though. Jason was your family. I should be the one working to comfort you; not the other way round."

"Who says what we should or shouldn't be doing. Screw that. If I went about doing what I should be doing, I wouldn't have raised Roman alone. I wouldn't have taken over the library. I wouldn't have connected with your family, which means I wouldn't have eaten for those first few weeks after Jason's death."

Katie paused and listened to Ellie's breathing on the other end of the line, patiently waiting for her words to sink in.

"I still feel guilty. Heck, I don't think I will ever stop feeling guilty, but... I think I understand. Thank you, Katie."

"You are most welcome. With that out of the way, what do you need?"

"... I think I'm... good for now. Seeing Logan was nice though. Do you think everyone would be up for a meeting before the actual anniversary?"

"Absolutely. Pitty picnic party?"

"Please. Can we have it on Friday, in the library? I’m working flat out every other day this week."

 Katie was about to agree when her mind flashed to Virgil. He had taken on all but two cleaning shifts, and she was sure he was just about living in the library full time. She didn't want to take his figurative home for the evening, but at the same time she knew they were all in need of a good debrief before the weekend.

 "Friday sounds great. I'll let the others know."

"Thanks again, Katie. I should get back to work. This talk really helped though."

 Driving home, Katie turned the music as loud as her speakers allowed her to; belting out her favourite songs as tears streamed down her face. She had to be the face and voice of reason, but alone in her car she could truly be herself. The sad and terrified girl she never got to be. When her parents disappeared, Katie was 21 and immediately put aside her dreams of travelling to look after her 14-year-old idiot of a brother. She was thankful when Jason graduated high school the following year and moved in with them. It meant there was someone else who could be the strong face when she felt broken. Someone else for Roman to turn to, and even someone she could use when she just wanted to talk.

Stopping at a red light an electronic noticeboard flashed the current temperature and date.

"Almost two years, Jason." she thought, leaning her head back against the car seat as 'Stand by you' by Rachel Platten started playing.

Katie laughed and wiped at her eyes, knowing she would be home soon.

"You can be pretty sick and twisted universe." she said aloud to no one in particular, before she joined in to sing the lyrics the rest of the way home.

 By the time she had the car parked and headed to the apartment building, Katie felt better. Anniversaries, be it her parents or Jason's, were never going to be easy; not that she'd ever let Roman see just how hard they were on her.

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 Katie had expected to find Patton and Roman on the couch, but she hadn't expected to see Patton sobbing uncontrollably in Roman's arms. Quickly taking in the barely touched pizza sitting on the ottoman, Katie went straight into the kitchen and grabbed three popsicles from the freezer.

Roman didn't notice Katie until she walked in front of the pair.

"Alright, sit up boys."

Roman hated how much Katie could sound like his mother when she wanted; but she was immediately his sister again as she threw a popsicle at him the moment the pair had straightened.

"Truth time, Pat, have you eaten properly today?"

Arms wrapped tightly around his middle and hiccupping, Patton shook his head. Suddenly Roman felt very guilty for not noticing sooner. Though Patton had eaten the chocolate earlier, he hadn't touched the pizza at all; which was a clear indication that he wasn't in the best head space.

"Suck on this," Katie handed the unwrapped popsicle to Patton, who slowly started sucking it obediently. "Now, listen to Mamma Kay very carefully. Logan is fine, and you know he loves you in ways no one else will ever understand."

Patton nodded but kept his head bent low. Katie glanced up at Roman who was holding up his phone with the words 'bad omen' typed on a notes page. Phone messages were how the siblings use to insult each other behind their parents’ backs, but it was now proving to be a helpful tool as Katie quickly joined the dots.

 "Pat, do you remember the day we first met in person?" Patton nodded, sobbing settling the longer he was distracted by the frozen treat. "Remind me what happened that day."

"imsmavmdyoufonacar."

"Wanna try that again so I can actually hear you." Katie bit into her popsicle, causing Patton to cringe as he looked up from his own.

"I saved you from getting hit by a car." Roman climbed over the back of the couch to grab a box of tissues, thankful that Katie was helping keep Patton calm.

"That you did. Learnt my lesson to never try and impress others by wearing unfamiliar heels out in the streets."

Roman laughed as he jumped back onto the couch, "you always walk like a baby giraffe in heels."

Shooting Roman a look, Katie kept her voice calm for Patton. "And what happened on Roman's 17th birthday party?"

"I fixed the cake after the icing melted when the fridge broke down."

 A smile spread across Patton's face at the memory of Jason freaking out in the kitchen and Katie screaming into the phone for an electrician. A warm arm wrapped around his shoulders as Roman settled back into a comfortable position; placing the tissue box between them, before  leaning back to finish his popsicle. Breathing finally fully under control, Patton lent back and allowed himself to lean into Roman's hold.

 "That was a really good cake too," Roman commented, before placing a kiss on to Patton's head; curls tickling his nose as he did so.

"It looked like unicorn vomit before Patton got to it," Katie mused, chewing the final remains of her popsicle. "and let's not forget what you did for Logan the other week."

"Oh, yeah," Roman laughed, wooden popsicle stick hanging from his mouth, "I'm sure Spec's was freaking out when he got to the lab and found his notebook missing. If you hadn't of recognised it on the footpath, who knows what would have happened."

Katie was glad to see the smile spreading to Patton's eyes as he continued to lick is now melting popsicle.

 "Are you getting the picture, Patton?" pushing herself off the ground, Katie threw herself up onto the couch to sit on the other side of Patton. "One mistake can't outweigh all the good you do. You're a good person, Pat." "And don't you dare forget it again."

Patton turned his head to smile at the Reels siblings; their presence and kindness pushing his dark thoughts to the back of his mind. As much as he wished Logan was in the room with him too, Patton could live with that empty feeling for the moment; Katie and Roman were good substitutes for now.

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 The drive started in silence. Virgil watched the streetlights reflect on the windscreen and listened intently to the smooth jazz Logan had on the radio.

“How old are you exactly, Virgil.” Logan’s voice was level and calm, “I recently turned 23 if that makes you feel more inclined to share.”

“Oh, um, 19 going on 20.” Virgil shifted in his seat slightly embarrassed, “I finished school a year later than most.”

“When I was 7, Patton was the new kid at my school. He became my best friend and we helped each other through everything the world threw at us. It was our Freshman year when Patton came out as gay and despite everything that happened, I was still proud to call him my friend.”

“What happened?” The words slipped out of Virgil’s mouth before he could register what he had said; thankfully Logan took it in his stride.

“People can be cruel sometimes, Virgil. They make assumptions and roll with them. Despite being in a relationship with a woman, rumours spread that I was Patton’s partner. I thought nothing of it until my parents confronted me and told me I needed to cut all ties with my friend to prove I wasn’t gay. They threw me out when I refused.”

 Virgil clenched his fists and stared down at his feet in anger and sadness.

“Why would they do that if you weren’t gay? Why couldn’t they just believe you?”

“They had a reputation and they felt the rumours were damaging it. I moved in with Patton and his family after that. It was a dark time for me. I broke up with my girlfriend and buried myself in school, work and sports. I only saw Patton when I came home. I’m ashamed to say I avoided him at school to spare myself the ridicule.”

“That sucks.”

“It did, and for a while that was my life. School, work, sport, avoid Patton, repeat. Then Jason found me ... Um, outside of the local library.”

“Jason? Who’s that?”

Virgil realised he wasn’t being fair to their game, but he didn’t care. He needed to know.

“He was a junior. Top of his class for literature, but terrible in all other areas. He was the man to beat on the track. I’d watched him train many times but never had the courage to approach him. His confidence scared me.”

“That’s relatable.” Virgil chuckled to himself and then realised Logan was looking at him. “I mean-“

Now it was Logan’s turn to laugh as he returned his eyes to the road. “I know, Virgil. That is why you remind me of myself.”

 The car slowed as Logan neared the address Virgil had given him.

“What do you mean I remind you of you?”

“Those were dark times for me. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and I certainly didn’t want to share my problems with anyone. Honestly, if my parents kicking me out hadn’t of been so public, I would have preferred to stay on the streets than accept Patton’s help. My feelings and troubles were my own and I wanted them to stay that way.”

Logan’s eyes remained straight ahead, despite pulling over outside a block of units. Virgil stared at the other, his mouth going dry.

“I didn’t want anyone’s help, but I needed it. When Jason... tumbled into my life it was weird, but he was just the person I needed to set me back onto the right path.” Logan turned and looked at Virgil, his eyes soft and void of the pity Virgil was sure would have been there. “Do correct me if I am wrong, but I think you are in a dark place too, Virgil. One similar, yet very different from my own. Jason helped me, and I will be forever grateful of his support. Should you need a guide to find your path again, I would be happy to provide the service.”

 Silence filled the car, despite the engine running and the radio still humming away. Neither moved. Logan too scared to move in case he upset Virgil, and Virgil too stunned to move an inch. He was overwhelmed with emotions, ranging from fear, to sadness, to anger and he didn’t know how to process everything. Somehow, this stranger had spent a few moments with him and broken him down so perfectly. He was angry at himself for being so readable, and afraid of how the world had been perceiving him this whole time. Finally, the weight of it all crashed down, and Virgil was quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out of the car.

Logan sighed, fearing the worst as he popped the boot to allow Virgil to retrieve his things. By the time he climbed out of the car, Virgil had his bags on, hood pulled low and was already walking up the street towards his former building.

Knowing it was best not to linger, Logan got back into his car and drove away. Virgil was thankful to watch the car lights disappear and turned away from the buildings to head in the direction of the library. Hot tears ran down his face, drying and cooling on his cheeks as he walked.

“I want help, Logan.” He whispered to the night, “but I’m too afraid to accept it from you.”

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End Note

Hi, my name is Snail and I finally finished this chapter *band music playing* I was stuck for a looong while, so I ended up writing a 'flashback' chapter that was really messing with me and then came back to the current story. I think I just needed to see a key event in words before I could keep moving on.

Also, I got an idea for another fic that people on Tumblr seem interested in. I'm not leaving this behind (EVER), but this other fic may be an outlet for when I need a break from real life and want to dive into fantasy. Having a fantasy WIP may also help me delete the random dark paths that I had for this fic. LAFM wasn't meant to be dark, just angsty relationship building, love and acceptance...with a few punches thrown in.

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Chapter 6   — Master List

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death) 

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton) 

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

[ughseoks-main]

There For You

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @lubrielx​ : so yeah i saw you wanted requests? so okay yeah because im a little sad mess rn how about something with a stark!reader and peter parker (because i love okay that is literally the best thing ever) and the reader lost someone close to them (doesnt have to be passing away could also be the loss of a friendship) and peter and dad tony are trying to cheer them up but that doesnt work and then they both say that it is okay to be sad or something like this?

a/n: i really hope you like this! a lot of this came straight from the heart and is really real to me; i almost cried writing it. (also, y/b/f means your best friend!)

warnings: angsty

Taking a shaky breath, you stared up at the doors of the compound. You knew Peter would be waiting on the inside and you didn’t want to make a fuss, so you wiped underneath your eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Plastering a smile on your face, you pushed open the door, feeling the cold metal underneath your fingertips.

While stepping into the elevator, the fight between you and your best friend began to replay in your head over and over again. Pulling your arms into your stomach, you begged yourself to stop thinking about it, but the thoughts consumed you entirely. You were falling down a hole and you couldn’t climb out of it. Usually you could find light at the end of the tunnel, but you felt so helpless, like there was nothing you could change. A single tear slid down your cheek, causing you to cry like you hadn’t in a very long time. Unable to stand, you slid down into the corner of the elevator, holding your knees to your chest while sobbing uncontrollably.

When the door to the elevator finally opened and the bing rang in your ears, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up and exit. All you wanted to do was stay there and cry; you knew that Peter would want to help, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him. Although you didn’t want him to see you like this, fate had a different plan in mind.

“Y/N?” Peter’s voice rang out from the hallway, “Is that you? Come on inside, what’re you waiting for?”

You tried to quiet your crying so the elevator doors would close without Peter hearing you, but after a few moments of silence, a loud sob forced its way out of your mouth. “Y/N?!” you heard Peter’s chair scrape against the floor and his loud footsteps run towards you as you buried your head in your arms, trying to hide your face. Just as the elevator doors began to close, Peter slid his body through the gap, running over to your shaking body.

“Y/N? What happened?” he asked urgently, “Are you hurt? Do I need to call your dad? What-”

“I’m- I’m f-fine, Peter,” you managed between sobs, acknowledging in your head that Peter would obviously realize that wasn’t the case.

“Cutie, you’ve gotta tell me what’s wrong,” he implored, much more gently this time. Sitting next to you, he pulled you into his arms and stroked your back soothingly. “I need to know so I can help you.”

Sniffling, you buried your face into his shoulder and shook your head, “I-it’s not-” you shook as you continued to sob, “It’s not important.” “It seems like it is. Y/N, you know you can tell me anything.” he reassured you. After a few more minutes of crying from you, he realized that you should probably move off of the elevator floor. He slid his arms under your legs and behind your back, swiftly picking you up and carrying you out into the living area. When he attempted to sit you down on the couch, you only clung tighter to his neck. Thinking for a moment, he sat on the couch with you in his lap, holding you tightly as you continued to sob into his shirt.

Just as Peter was about to ask about what happened, he heard a voice from coming from the doorway to the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” jerking his head up to look into Tony’s interrogating eyes, Peter looked like a deer caught in headlights. “S-sir, I found Y/N in the elevator crying. She wouldn’t answer me when I tried to get her to talk; I don’t know what’s wrong.” he frantically said, the worry clearly showing on his face and in his wavering voice. Tony gave Peter a look that told him to let him handle this as he walked over and lightly grabbed the crying girl’s shoulder.

“Y/N, sweetie,” he said softly, “What’s wrong?”

You’d just began to calm down, but hearing your dad’s caring voice sent you over the edge again. “D-don’t,” you began, but couldn’t finish due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

Tony glanced back up at Peter, sorrow filling his gaze after seeing how tightly you were clinging to him. “Shh, shh..” he soothed you, “It’ll be okay, sweetie. I’m gonna need you to let go of Peter, okay?” Shaking your head, you only grabbed onto him tighter, feeling his warmth seeping through the grey shirt he was wearing. You could feel your tears soaking his shirt, but Peter was your rock. You never wanted to let go of him. If you did, he might leave you too. “N-no,” you weeped, “I don’t- I don’t wanna let go.”

Sighing, Tony put a hand on your shoulder, “You need to, honey. You’re suffocating him.” “No!” you whimpered, “I-if I do, he’ll leave t-too. Just like-” you broke off, unable to complete your sentence.

“Just like who, sweetie?” Tony gently insisted, “Who left you?” All you could do was shake your head. You didn’t want to talk about it; if you did, then that would make it real.

“Y/N,” Peter spoke up, whispering softly to you, “I’ll never leave you. I promise. But you need to let go so we can talk about what happened.”

Sniveling, you slowly let go of Peter and moved to sit next to him as he let out a large breath. He was relieved that you’d found the strength to let go, hoping that you’d next find the strength to also talk about what happened.

“You want to talk to us about what happened, kid?” your dad inquired as he sat down next to you. Looking down at your shoes, you attempted to slow your breathing and quiet your sobs to a slight crying. This took a few minutes, but Peter and Tony were more than happy to wait and let you regain your bearings before pushing you to continue.

“It’s- it’s Y/B/F,” you began, trying to breathe evenly, “We had a f-fight, and we-” you choked on your own words, taking a moment to steady yourself again, “we aren’t… friends anymore.” After getting the words out, you began to sob again. Although admitting what had happened broke your heart, you knew you had to keep going so the boys could better understand. Tony rubbed your back and they both looked at you expectantly, letting you know that you should continue.

“She- she’d been ignoring me for a while,” you managed, “Leaving me on read, randomly leaving our group chats, even blocking me sometimes. I tried my best to be there for her, but she never listened to me. It’s like everything I said went in one ear and out the other. She’d always tell me we were best friends, but it was so easy for her to constantly drop me for no reason. All I ever did was support her, but she constantly left me and hurt me. It got to the point where I couldn’t trust her anymore; I was constantly wondering when she’d leave me and hurt me again. Yesterday she did it again and I decided that I’d had enough of it. I told her that if she wanted to continue being friends, she’d have to stop doing that. I also said that I cared about her and loved her and that I never wanted to stop being friends, but I couldn’t be in a friendship where I couldn’t trust her anymore. Then she told me-” you paused, trying to hold it together, “She told me that I was selfish and that I never- that I never cared about her. I told her that I was done for now, but if she cleaned up her act I’d be open to being friends again,” you finished and took a deep breath, but ended up breaking down crying again.

Tony and Peter looked at each other, anger and sadness filling their shared gaze. They were incredibly upset at your supposed best friend for treating you that way, but they also felt terrible for you. You were an incredible person who deserved the world; you didn’t deserve to be thrown away like trash.

“Sometimes, people refuse to see reason when they’re upset,” Tony explained to you as he placed an arm on your shoulder, “Yes, Y/B/F may be going through some issues right now, but she needs to realize that you have issues too.”

“Plus, her issues are an explanation for her behavior, not an excuse,” Peter interjected, “She had no right to act the way she did.”

While their words were meant to inspire you and help you feel better, nothing could cheer you up. “Yeah, I guess…” you trailed off, looking at the ground. You just wanted to be happy, but you only seemed to feel sadness. You felt silly for being upset over this and it was frustrating that nothing the two boys said seemed to make you feel better.

“Y/N, it’s okay to feel sad sometimes,” your dad explained, catching onto how you felt, “What is happening to you right now is a perfectly fine reason to be upset. You’re an incredibly strong girl, but sometimes it’s a necessity to break down and build yourself back up.” “It just-” you started, trying to explain how you felt, “It just sucks. It sucks so much.”

“It’s okay to feel that way,” Peter reassured you, “And we’ll be here to guide you throughout the entire time you’re upset. So don’t beat yourself up about being sad; it’s her fault for treating you like this. It’s okay to sad over losing your best friend.”

“T-thanks, guys,” you sniffled. The two boys pulled you into a group hug, causing you to giggle a bit through the tears.

Eventually everything would work out, and your two boys would be there to help you succeed every step of the way. You’d found your light at the end of the tunnel.

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[merlinzedane]

Ducktales Big-Big Brother :One-shot: (Fenton)

(This took longer that I would have liked xD)

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Hueys eyes was flooding with uncontrollable tears as he sat on the field, his legs had given up on him from shock and that was teen minutes ago, but even so he still couldn’t think clear “T-th-this this is a nightmare it has to be a nightmare?!”

He repeated to himself in his head over and over again.

But even if he kept saying it he could still feel the cold shadows that they where casting on the ground creeping closer as the sun was setting and the cold breeze made his little form shiver.

After a couple minutes the eleven year old finally lifts his tired and hurting head from his arms and looks around and as he does a new flow of big fat tears begins to build up in his eyes before flowing down his red cheeks.

From the left of him was his brothers standing a few feet apart from each other both having a look of terror on their young stoney faces as they have their heads pointed to the middle of the field, his beloved uncle Donald and Webby had both been running towards the middle, his uncle with a determined face on him and Webby with a glare with a hint of worry. Lena was standing close to Scrooge with a terrifying face expression as her head was looking towards Webby’s direction with a hand out, and Scrooge was holding a shielding arm in front of his face with his eyes closed tightly.

Huey takes a long good look at the statues before finally giving out a loud and painful sob as his eyes lands on the smallest of the statues and at last he lets it all out with no care in the world of how loud he was being.

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Fenton couldn’t stop looking at direction of the Mcducks home every few minutes, it had almost been 2 hours since the last of the injured people from the weird invasion had been help into the green medical tents that had been put up in town center, he had been fighting of those weird shadows when a big purple glowing wave had come and washed them away, it had come from we’re he had seen his boss run to he would and had followed Scrooge but got told that the town needed him more.

“So im guessing your not listening to me?” Fentons eyes swifts to the person he hadn’t hear talking

“s-sorry i didn’t hear you there what did you say” The big armor says in a hurrying voice with a big smile on his beak and clearly embarrassed about not catching the inventors words before.

Gyro makes a annoyed sound before looking at Fenton again, “if my calculations are right and im sure on it!” He begins with his normal stony face expression “that it have been two hours and twenty thre-“ he stops and looks at his very weird looking arm watch before beginning again “that it has been two hours twenty three minuets AND! Twenty-nine milliseconds since the weird purple glowing pulse wave made those amalgamations disappear” he finishes with a know it all smile before realizing that he had be talking to himself.....again.

“Well you are very rude today aren’t you?” But he doesn’t get a response from the metal figure standing beside him and he rolls his eyes before slamming a fist on gizmoducks right shoulder, a loud “HEY” was all he got before he finally gets his attention again “you know that the task you got put on from the boss is done right?” A confused “...yeah?” Was the only response he got.

Gyro just couldn’t stop himself for putting his hand on his face with a loud annoying sounding sigh following the action “ then WHY are you still standing here!”

Fenton looks around the town center before looking back at the inventor “i-i just don’t want t- to...intervene you know” he sigh “okay now that i say it out loud it doesn’t sound logical anymore” he finally says before looking back at his good but complicated friend in defeat, “then go..” Gyro says before looking at the direction himself with a now more softer expression on him.

There’s silence for a few seconds before a single “yeah” came from Fenton that after that began rolling in the direction of the mcducks property.

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It didn’t take long before he finally found the source from where the weird *pulse wave* as Gyro called it came from,

“not again!” Fenton almost yells after getting the suits wheel stuck in a bush again as he was following the helmets radar system “why in a forest!” he hissed under his breath as he pushes more branches away from his path.

After a few minutes he finally came to a clearing, and he began to look around the the area in search of any sign of anything out of the ordinary....but saw nothing from where he was standing and it was first when he tried going around the random placed rocks, is when he stopped....dead in his tracks it was first now he realized what he saw in front of him wasn’t any big rock...they where....statues.

It felt like someone had put a ice cube down his back, he slowly turned around to look at the statues he had already passed by....wasn’t that the loud angry duck he had seen in the bank a couple months earlier he thought as he looked at the stoney duck facing him.

Fenton began feeling sick after he had discovered his boss and...the kids, but he mostly couldn’t stop looking at the statue extended on a pillar of stone in the middle, the woman had a face full of regret and terror as she was looking down at her hands, and thats when Fenton hear the almost silence footsteps behind one of the natural stones.

“Hello?” Fenton looked over at the big rock “I-I’m not gonna hurt you” he tried to say in a calm voice and before he could say anything else a little head popped out from behind the rock with a face of recognition.

Huey could almost not feel the feeling of relief in his heart because of its shattered feeling state it already was in after at he had been alone for hours with his desisted family members.

he didn’t approach gizmo instead he bowed his head so he was looking at the ground as he felt another break down coming, after a couple of seconds he hear the sound of a wheel moving and a shadow laid itself over him.

He felt a big hand on his head and Huey looked up at the hero with very red and bluish colors on his face, Fenton looked around one more time “w-what happene-...” but he stopped and looked down at the kid again

but because of the helmet Huey couldn’t see what his hero may have been thinking and as if Fenton had read his mind he took the helmet of and smiled warmly down at the kid that had helped him so much.

“you must be freezing, lets get you to somewhere warm” he said as he let Huey open his arm so Fenton could pick him gently of the ground.

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The rest of that weeks memories was almost a blur for Fenton, the only thing he really remembers was coming back to Gyro, his Mama had been standing with the inventor waiting for him to return, and it hadn’t been easy telling them about what he had seen, but his mama had quickly recovered when he told that the child in his arms may have become a orphan because of the event, and she almost ripped Huey from his arm and into a big hug with a lot of sweet words following trying to calm the kid.

The next thing he remember is sitting by their dinner table a couple days after with the kid while his mama was at the door with a person needing to take the kid with them, but after trying to convince person that the kid was a witness in the mcduck case she yelled out loud “Well then we should get down to your office! Because im not letting you put a hand on him!” Before she looked back at

a shocked Fenton and Huey with a normal smile as if she didn’t just said she was going to adopt a child she hardly knew and then took her jacked and left out the door leaving a silence son and soon to be adopted son looking at each other.

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*SPLASH!*

“Aaah!” Fenton got taken out of his flashback after getting splashed with cold water “Hey stop dreaming down there!” A voice came from above him “You said that you wanted to help with this old thing so stop dreaming and start helping!” Fenton looked up at Huey that was sitting on the almost cleaned house boat, Huey had wanted to renovate it after it had been sitting abandoned in the marine for almost four years.

“Sorry but next time do anything els than water okay!” Fenton looked down at his clothes “now i have to find something else to the rest of the day” he finished in a irritating voice but with a smile on him as he looked back up at the fifteen year old duck that was in a laughing mess rolling around the roof.

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This is a one-shot from the big big brother au i made, if you are interested in something about this au just ask away I’ll answer anything i can!

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[artificialqueens]

In Sickness and In Health Ch5 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - this has been a long time coming, im sorry!! not sure when i’ll update next as i have exams in july (aaaaaaah) but i’ll do my best!! i hope u enjoy <3

Going in the sea had not been a good idea.

Even in her sleep, Sharon shivered, despite being curled up to Alaska with a tenderness that they had both been too afraid to broach before the confession. No amount of blankets or robes could lift the chill that had settled deep into her bones after her skin had dried. Alaska, as always, feared the worst, and told the driver to continue on through the night.

Sharon’s honesty was scaring Alaska in more than one way. The first being her fear of death - it seemed that both her obstinance and her life force were fading at the same voracious rate. The second, naturally, being the earnest, passionate way she leaned in to their shared kiss.

This was a princess - a member of the royal family that governed Alaska’s entire life. There were laws against this, but Sharon didn’t seem to care. Alaska, again, feared it was because she believed she had no reason to. She didn’t want to die, but she was certain that she was going to.

That night, Alaska was sure she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She sat up straight, methodically rubbing Sharon’s arms to try and warm the princess as she slept, weakened and exhausted. The only sign that she was even still alive was the shallow rising and falling of her chest. Alaska closed her eyes and prayed that she would never have to watch the gentle movement slow to a stop, wishing she could keep Sharon’s heart beating through sheer force of will.

At some point she must’ve dropped off, as she found herself jolting awake and finding that the night had slipped out from beneath her. The land around them looked much the same - plain and green and empty, with a distinct lack of shrubbery or trees. Knowing the tricks of the trade, Alaska was glad - any kind of nature meant a hiding place for looters and robbers. She’d been the victim of highwaymen a few times, but she remembered Willam benefitting from befriending one once. The three friends had eaten well that night, but she had never trusted any of them.

Sharon had clearly woken before her, and was sitting on the opposite bench, wrapped in her robe, a book in her lap. She hadn’t noticed Alaska stirring.

“Hey, morning. How are you feeling?”

At Alaska’s words, she smiled and closed her book. “I’m… alive. Weak, but alive.”

“Good.” Alaska said. “Alive is how we want it to stay. What are you reading?”

Sharon shrugged. “It’s nothing important. I picked up this for you, though.” She lifted a book from beside her. “A compilation of fairy tales.” She told her, blushing slightly. “I read them as a child, before bed. I thought you might like them.”

Alaska bit her lip. “I appreciate it, I do, but I can’t…”

Sharon cut her off. “I know. We could… we could read them together. If you want, that is. It’s okay if - if you don’t.”

“We could try.”

The book was leatherbound, the worn brown cover giving off the impression that it had clearly been read many times before. Atop the leather was a shining gold inscription of a castle, surrounding by swirling cursive letters that Alaska didn’t even attempt to decipher. The pages inside were yellowed with age, but Sharon nevertheless handled them with care as she turned them over, smoothing each one flat as she went. She stopped turning the pages somewhere near the middle, where another story begin. There was a large ink drawing in the centre of the page, depicting a fair haired princess, asleep in an intricate bed. Her hands were clasped over her chest, a picture of serenity. Alaska couldn’t help thinking that the fictional princess looked just like Sharon.

“This is my favourite from when I was a kid…” Sharon said. “I’ll follow the words with my finger as I read it, so you can get a feel for what the words look like. I hope you like it.”

Alaska nodded, resting her head on Sharon’s shoulder as she started to read.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a king and a queen, and the happiest kingdom that there ever was. The kingdom was happy for a special reason, as they would soon be home to a new princess, and peace finally reigned across the land. Everything was perfect.

However, trouble was heading their way. Nearby, two sister witches had moved into the area. One of them was good, kind-hearted and honest. The other was foul and cruel, with a black soul.

When the princess arrived, the kingdom was overjoyed. The king and queen threw a ball, and all of the creatures of the land were invited to celebrate. Every man, every woman, every child; every fairy and elf; every pixie and spirit. Everybody was invited - except for the black-hearted witch.

She was enraged by the kingdom’s betrayal when she learned of the king and queen’s ball. In an instant, she appeared at the palace, darkening the hallways and hushing all of the delighted chatter as soon as she entered. The king stood protectively in front of his wife, as the queen clutched the baby princess in her arms.

“Let’s have a look at her, then.” The witch demanded, forcibly pulling back the baby’s blankets. “Just as I suspected. Pink and rosy and wrong.”

The king scowled at the witch. “Begone, you beast!”

The witch shrugged. “I must say, I’m rather offended I was not invited to this little… soiree of yours. In the future, you will learn from this grave mistake.”

Alaska felt as though she was slipping in and out of her own body as Sharon read. When she wasn’t coughing, straining for breaths after every sentence, she had a pleasant, accented voice, and it was comforting to listen to. In her mind, the story of the princess unfurled, her brain formulating images of beautiful fair-haired princesses in long gowns and scraggly, ragged creatures with hooked noses and warts placing curses on them. She could see the palace, hear the music and the revelry, experience the horror and shock of the vile creature turning up at the palace door. It was the kind of story that she knew, somehow, would have a happy ending, but remained utterly gripped as she waited for the resolution.

Her heart ached as she watched Sharon. Years ago, she was sure, the princess would’ve been sat with her two sisters, perhaps with Adore in her lap, reading fairy tales to them. She would’ve stroked her baby sister’s soft hair, pressed kisses to an unwilling Laila’s forehead, reading the story with exaggerated voices and silly facial expressions. Of course, she would’ve been in good health at the time, with bright eyes and round cheeks and a fuller figure.

Nothing like the skeletal, albeit beautiful, girl who sat beside her.

Alaska tuned back in, hoping to hear the end of the story. She had been listening, drinking in the sound of Sharon’s voice, but she’d been in her head a lot too. Wanting to be fully alert and awake for the ending, she perked up, but Sharon wasn’t talking anymore.

Her skin had gone positively translucent; she was so pale that Alaska could see the great blue veins snaking from under her eyes and stretching across her forehead. Her eyes were much darker than usual, and glassy.

“Sharon?”

One pale, shaky hand was resting at the base of her throat. Alaska felt a surge of dread, like icy water running down her neck.

“Sharon?” She tried again.

The princess gagged, her eyes streaming and bulging as she tried and failed to produce something. Alaska watched, horrified and helpless, as she retched harshly again and again, bringing nothing up and causing the veins in her face to become more and more opaque.

Then, all at once, she gagged and lurched forwards. Her blood, almost black, splattered all against the wall, covering the seats, the curtains and Sharon herself. Once she’d started, she couldn’t stop - she was choking and vomiting pure blood uncontrollably. Alaska panicked.

“Shit! SHIT! DRIVE, FUCKING DRIVE! COME ON!” She screamed, petrified that she would be unable to make herself useful in any other way.

The carriage sped up. Alaska could hear the horses neighing as the driver whipped them, but it wasn’t loud enough to take away from the violent regurgitation. The whole carriage was sprayed with painfully dark blood, including Alaska. When she looked into Sharon’s eyes, they were red and terrified.

A minute passed, and she finally stopped, coughing twice before slumping down. There was blood on her face, in her hair, on her clothes. Her eyes rolled backwards.

“FASTER! PLEASE!” Alaska begged, only just noticing the volume of tears that were pouring down her cheeks. “GO FASTER!”

Despite the blood, Alaska clung to Sharon as tightly as she could. This was so much worse than anything she’d seen so far. This - This was Sharon knocking at death’s door. It was all Alaska could do to hold onto her, trying her hardest to keep her anchored to the world of the living. She could feel her slipping away.

“You can’t leave me now,” She sobbed. “You can’t. I won’t let you.”

Almost as soon as the carriage had sped up, it was screeching to a halt. Alaska clutched Sharon as the driver dismounted, appearing in the window. He didn’t seem perturbed, or surprised, by the grisly scene.

“What are you doing?! Get back out there!” Alaska ordered, her voice shrill.

The driver shook his head. “This is as far as I go.”

“We paid you! Continue!”

“No.” He said adamantly. “No carriage goes here. It’s dodgy, they say. Witches and heathens and the like. Spooks the horses.”

Alaska could see very quickly that arguing would be of no use to her. What she needed right now was time, something that she didn’t have an abundance of. In fact, time was rushing away from her far faster than she needed it to. Before long, she knew Sharon would be dead.

“Fine. Go.”

The moment that Alaska had managed to drag Sharon’s lifeless body out of the carriage, it sped away in the opposite direction. The blood-soaked books had been left behind, and Alaska held only their money and the princess herself. Admittedly, she was strong from years of skilled labour, but it was disconcerting how easy Sharon was to hold. Alaska had spent a lifetime starving, and yet Sharon weighed less than half of her body weight.

She was desperate.

“Is there anyone out here?” She cried out. “Anyone? Someone help!”

A gust of wind swept past. Alaska was sure she heard a voice whispering “This way!” but no one appeared. There was nothing in sight, other than a rusty signpost pointing towards the nearest village. Whatever was there would have to do, for now. Although she had known and acknowledged it before, it hadn’t properly sunken in until now - Sharon was dying. And fast.

She trudged along the path, trying her best not to look at Sharon. The princess was warm and wet with blood, her throat raw from the repulsive outburst. Many times, Alaska had looked at her and sworn she looked dead, but it was nothing in comparison to what she could see now. This was a face that she could see being laid to rest, not that of somebody who would make a swift recovery.

“Please.” She begged, unsure of whether she was asking the heavens or the earth or Sharon herself. “Please, keep fighting. Keep holding on.”

“This way…” The wind replied.

-0-

Alaska’s arms were giving out. Despite Sharon being light, there was only so many hours that Alaska could walk and bear her full weight at the same time. Hours later, in the rapidly darkening world of night, they still hadn’t reached the village. It was likely - and horrifying - that Sharon wouldn’t make it through the night.

Collapsing onto the ground, Alaska laid Sharon down and began to cry, her back pressed against a large oak tree. The whole quest, the search for glory and riches in the hopes of surviving another few years had been utterly futile. She would be left with a broken heart and a broken home at the end of it all. Sharon was going to die, and that was it.

She felt selfish for thinking it, but knowing that her journey had been for nothing really stung. There would be no prize at the end, nothing good to come out of it. Only the memories of a forbidden love that almost was, but wasn’t quite.

Alaska sobbed bitterly. It wasn’t fair that she had been used, it wasn’t fair that she had fallen in love, and it wasn’t fair that she was blaming Sharon for the bleak future that awaited her. She was being awful and cruel, all because things had gone wrong. Deep down, somewhere, she had believed that Sharon just might make it. Now she knew better. Now she knew there was no hope.

It was pitch black, the empty night sky merging with the shade provided by the tree to create a comforting disguise of darkness. Alaska knew she was vulnerable - there was a large amount of money strapped to her, and she was armed with just a sword and a dagger to fight off any skilled thieves. One or two, she could maybe take on, but any more than that would have her seized, robbed and likely killed.

Oh, well. At least she could stay with Sharon that way.

Stop it! She berated herself. Sharon was going to live. She had to. Their kingdom needed a queen, and Alaska… Alaska needed her too.

“Oh, my. What a precarious and peculiar situation? Are you quite alright?”

Alaska turned, the voice jolting her from her misery. She didn’t bother to wipe away her tears, knowing that whoever spoke could barely see her.

“No. She’s dying and everything I’ve done has been for nothing. If you’ve come to rob me, just take it.”

There was a pause. “There won’t be any thieving tonight, I can assure you. Your friend here is sick, yes? She’s quite bloody.”

Alaska frowned, instantly distrustful of the figure. There was no way they could see Sharon, or know that she was covered in blood - Alaska couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. Had they been watching?

“Who are you? What are you doing?” She demanded.

“All in good time.” The voice replied simply. “It seems that you require assistance. I would be happy to offer it, should you accept.”

There was no other option. “Okay. If you think you can.”

“Yes…” The voice said, though it sounded as though she wasn’t talking to Alaska. There was another pause, then she heard a quiet neighing. “No, no. That won’t do at all.”

Crack.

A bird tweeted.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Crack.

An ungodly keening broke through the night.

“A banshee? Really? No!”

Crack.

“Ah. Much better.”

A greenish glow had suddenly lit up the area. Standing above Alaska was the figure of a woman, outstretching her long bony fingers. She took them and stood up, trying to take in the person before her.

She was tall and waifish, seeming almost too long to be human. Her skin was white, with deep blue eyes and sunken cheeks. Unusually, her hair was short and grey, yet she appeared to be ageless, floating between looking like an adult and an adolescent. She wore black leather from head to foot, in trousers rather than a dress, and was draped in a brown cloak. There was a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, visible from when she helped Alaska to her feet.

“Who are you? W-What are you?” Alaska managed. An odd mixture of fear and reassurance had washed over her. She didn’t feel threatened, but she was certain that this wasn’t any ordinary human.

She merely smiled. “If you can manage, lift your friend. I will have you to safety in no time.”

Alaska did as she was told. Sharon was still unconscious, and Alaska cursed herself for being so selfish and thinking of herself when the princess had still not woken up. All the time she’d wasted thinking about herself was time that Sharon was losing.

The source of the green light turned out to be what Alaska first thought was a pile of sticks. The woman picked it up, revealing it to be a broomstick, but that didn’t seem to be much of a revelation either. What was she planning - enslaving them? She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had heard her when she said that Sharon was dying. Neither of them would be any use to her.

“Hold on tightly to this and to her. You won’t fall, but I find it often soothes the nerves of first time flyers. Quickly mount.”

First time flyers?

Before she even had a chance to ask, the broom seemed to have lifted itself. Alaska clutched Sharon, riding side-saddle on the broomstick as it rose into the air and shot away into the night. In front, the figure seemed perfectly calm and composed, as though she was used to her broomsticks randomly floating. If anything, she seemed to be controlling the direction it was going in.

Alaska was flying. On a broomstick.

It didn’t get much stranger. If she hadn’t been sick with worry over Sharon, she would’ve been utterly enthralled with such a novelty.

She tried to ask again who the woman was, but her voice wouldn’t carry over the rushing wind. They were travelling fast, the landscape racing behind them as they flew just below the clouds. It was a speech unreachable by carriages, that Alaska knew - and it was exactly what she needed. Wherever they were going, she was sure they’d get there in plenty of time.

A few short minutes passed of Alaska murmuring prayers for Sharon before the broom touched down in front of a small woodland cottage, just away from a series of lights that Alaska identified as the nearby village. The figure dismounted, clicking once to make the broom stow itself away somewhere inside her home.

“Come, now. There is a space on the table for your friend to lie. Hurry and place her there.”

Again, Alaska obeyed immediately, still somewhat afraid to challenge her unspoken authority. Her voice was soft, accented; it was nothing like she’d ever heard, and yet oddly comforting at the same time.

The cottage was rustic yet homely, made almost entirely of wood and wrought iron. Red and purple candles gave the place a warm glow and a heady, aromatic scent, making Alaska feel unequivocally calmer and safer than she ever had before. In the centre of the room, where Sharon was now lying, there was a large table, surrounded by cabinets and cupboards and strange devices that Alaska couldn’t identify. The grey-haired woman hurried to remove her cloak, taking Alaska’s robe from her and hanging them up before rushing to Sharon’s side. Alaska didn’t bother trying to make sense of her odd, yet comforting surroundings.

“Well?” She demanded. “Who are you? Where are we? Can you help, or not?”

The grey-haired woman placed a hand on Sharon’s ribcage.

“You can call me Max, dearest.” She spoke gently. “Tell me, how did you come across this young woman?”

Alaska found that her tongue had suddenly loosened considerably. As quickly and concisely as she could, she told Max everything - how Sharon was the princess, how she had fallen ill and was in desperate need of help before it was too late, and how along the way - along the way, feelings had gotten complicated. She found herself telling Max things that she swore she could never tell anyone, for her own safety.

“Of course, the darling princess…” Max murmured fondly. “Yes, I remember her birth. Your kingdom was delighted. She was a beautiful baby.”

“She- You know her? She knows you?”

Max smiled. “No, dearest, she doesn’t know me. I attended the ball that her parents held, to celebrate her arrival. She will become Queen soon, will she not?”

Alaska sniffed, suddenly remembering the problem at hand. “Not if she doesn’t get help, and fast. She’s - she’s dying, and even the royal physicist didn’t know what to do. Who-Whatever you are, you’re our only hope.”

Removing her hand from Sharon’s ribcage, Max frowned. “Peculiar. Very peculiar.”

“What’s peculiar?” Alaska asked instantly. “Is she okay?”

“It appears to be so.” Max said clearly. “That is unusual. This, perhaps, is no regular sickness.”

Alaska was on alert. “So there’s nothing you can do?!”

“Not necessarily.” Max said distractedly. “Dear, I need you to step over that glowing line, do you see it?”

Across the floor, although it hadn’t been there to begin with, a glowing white line had appeared, cutting off what appeared to be the living area from a kitchen of sorts. Feeling slightly shunted, Alaska perched on the end of the leather sofa, feeling much colder now that she wasn’t engulfed in the strange thick magic that hung in the air.

By now, she knew Max had to be a witch, which only meant one thing - she had to be the person they had been searching for. A witch who could heal Sharon was her exact instruction, and it seemed that she had found one.

Max was busying around the kitchen, pulling tiny vials of coloured liquids out of cupboards and plucking herbs and powders from their jars. Everything seemed to be in disarray, but she knew how to find it all in an instant. Ingredient after ingredient was carefully added to another small, crystal vial, each one producing some sort of reaction - a puff of smoke, a change of colour, a strong odour. Alaska watched in awe as she worked, all the while remaining inside her magically designated area. As she worked, she murmured an unintelligible incantation.

When the concoction was finished, it was pure gold, swirling like she had taken the shine from the stars and captured it in a bottle. Very carefully, she poured the mixture past Sharon’s lips, and the princess shuddered violently. She lurched upright, wheezing, but her eyes were closed. Her head lolled backwards.

“Quickly.” Max intoned. “State your full name and step across the line, now. You must hurry.”

Leaping to her feet, Alaska muttered her name and dashed towards Sharon, taking her hand and stroking her frighteningly cold skin.

“This is no ordinary sickness.” Max said gravely. “We must look deeper. Do you understand?”

“No.”

“Hold on tight, dearest. Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

-0-

They were in palace.

It was a bright, warm evening in the palace - sunlight was streaming through the large windows, onto the dining table. The royal family were gathered in the middle, looking younger than Alaska knew them to be. Max was watching intently.

“Happy Birthday dear Shaaaron, Happy Birthday to you!” They sang, cheering.

Alaska was taken aback. Sharon’s hair was thick and full, her eyes bright, her skin clear and fresh. She was youthful, happy, and not remotely sick. Her trademark red lips were pulled into a smile, and she clutched a tiny, seven year old Adore in her lap.

“Happy twentieth, darling.” The Queen kissed Sharon’s cheek.

“Go on!” Adore grinned, bouncing.

Sharon smoothed down her dress, tickling her sister’s sides as she did. When Adore screamed and wriggled, she leant forwards and blew out the candles.

Alaska smiled warmly. It was true, Sharon had been beautiful; she was every suitor’s dream, in perfect health and the epitome of gorgeous. Her dress, a stunning olive-green number with lace sleeves and a full skirt, fitted her properly, rather than hanging loosely from her figure. She wasn’t emaciated and gaunt like Alaska knew her to be. She was full of life.

As the smoke curled upwards from the candles, Sharon coughed - just once.

The sound put Alaska on edge instantly. The Queen, too, it seemed, had been worried by the innocuous sound.

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked.

Sharon nodded, her cheeks rosy. “Of course, mother! I think it was just the smoke getting to me. Let’s all have some cake, yes? Miss Michaels!”

Alaska blinked, and she was back in Max’s kitchen. Sharon was lying down once again, positively corpse-like. It was a stark and painful difference from the lively princess they’d seen from just a few years ago.

Max’s expression was grim. “It appears to be just as I feared.” She sighed. “She’s cursed.”

“Cursed?!” Alaska screeched. “Wh- How?!”

Things seemed to just be going from bad to worse. Right when Alaska got her hopes up, they were knocked down again by some unforeseen consequence that loomed in the shadows. She wondered briefly if there was any point in continuing to fight - it seemed that the universe was against saving Sharon’s life. No matter the endeavours to try and keep her alive, the world was fighting to let her die.

“Y-You can help her, right?” Alaska’s voice trembled, betraying the hopelessness that had started to build up in the pit of her stomach. “You can still save her, can’t you?”

Max pursed her lips. “Perhaps…”

She placed her hand on Sharon’s forehead, chanting under her breath. The princess choked, a harsh, guttural sound, and a wisp of pure black smoke curled from her lips, instantly darkening the room. Once warm, the kitchen suddenly seemed frigid. A sinister chill had wrapped itself around the place.

“Of course.” Max whispered. “I suspected, but I hoped it wasn’t that…”

Alaska swallowed. “Wha-What do you mean? Is she okay? What’s going on?”

The witch turned her back on Alaska, hanging her head as though in shame or regret. She gently placed the used crystal vial back into its place and sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”

[justjen523]

Make Me Forget

Ichthys x MC

(Rating E 18+)

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. The pain felt like a thousand needles in my heart as I raced down the hallway tears spilling from my eyes. I really loved him and thought he felt the same way. How many times had he told me so with such love in his eyes? Had all of it been a lie? Was he playing me all along? We had been together for nearly six months and hearing his words replaying over and over in my mind felt like a cruel joke.

'I must admit Teo, I never expected you to settle for a goldfish. She must be pretty great in the sack.'

'Pfft are you kidding me? She still hasn't let me go past second base.'

'Oh-ho? And you still waste your time with her?'

'Geeze Leon, you just don't get it do you? It's all about the game.'

'Pffft, sounds like a lot of work for a whole lot of nothing. Why bother when you are constantly knee deep in noble goddesses every time you set foot in the Heavens?'

'It's too easy with them. They only want one thing. Goldie actually cares about me and even told me she loves me.'

'Dont tell me you said it back to her.'

'Of course I did. She ate up every single line like candy. It was too easy.'

'But you don't actually love her do you?'

'Ahaha that's a good one. Me love just one woman? Are you outta your mind?'

'Then tell me what good will come of all this? You're just gonna break her heart and make her cry. These weak goldfish put too much stock in their ideas of romance and fantasies.'

'Yeah maybe but I bet she's super cute when she cries. I'll just string her along like I do with all my women and she can be my very own special Goldie toy.'

I couldn't bear to stick around any longer after hearing that. The shock at how coldly and cruelly he said those words made me instantly nauseaus so I took off running. He had no idea I even heard what the two of them were saying as I stood outside the door ready to knock. I had popped over to surprise him with his favorite, homemade milk cookies, but after hearing all that I threw them in anger as I made my hasty escape.

The tears were overflowing as I tried desperately to reach the front door but it was no use, I was practically hyperventilating from sobbing uncontrollably. I needed to gain composure first so I made my way down the Punishments hallway desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between myself and any Wishes gods.

Thankfully since it was already evening no one would be using the reflecting pool so I made my way there as quickly as possible.

Rounding the corner I quickly flung open the door hoping none of the Punishments gods would see me. As soon as I made it inside I quickly shut the door behind me and rested a minute trying to catch my breath. As soon as I did the overwhelming pain once again consumed me and I fell to my knees clutching my hands to my chest sobbing uncontrollably.

Completely lost in my grief I failed to notice that this entire time I had not been alone.

"Woah what's up? You okay?" Upon hearing his voice I nearly jumped out of my skin before spinning around and scrambling to my feet.

"I-Ichthys! W-What are you doing here?" As soon as he saw my face his eyes went wide.

"Working late but nevermind that, what happened?" Ichthys' uncharacteristically serious expression only served to once again remind me of what a fool I'd been. Goldfish had no business in the realm of the gods, a fact I learned the hard way.

"I-Im so sorry to interrupt, please forget you even saw me. I'm gonna go-" As I hastily tried to make my exit a cool hand grabbed my sweaty palm pulling me back before turning me around to face him.

"Unh Unh. You can't possibly believe I'd let you go after seeing you like this. What happened?" The genuine concern in his eyes did nothing to stem the river of tears flowing down my puffy red cheeks.

"I...*hic*" Unable to get anything intelligeble out I once again break down and this time willingly accept his gesture of kindness allowing him to embrace me. Though he is obviously worried he doesn't press me any further and just holds me gently stroking my hair as I cry.

After the initial overload I slowly started to calm down. For whatever reason being held this way by the god of Pisces is oddly peaceful and comforting. Not the words that usually come to mind when describing Ichthys. However, tonight he is everything I need at the moment and I am grateful for it. Feeling nearly exhausted after balling my eyes out, trying to process and mend a broken heart, my eyes feel extremely heavy. Ichthys smells so good and though his hands are cool to the touch his body is warm making me nod off still nestled comfortably in his kind embrace.

*********

As my eyes slowly open I am greeted by a pair of soft grey troubled one's. His cool hand rests upon my forehead, his eyebrows upturned in distress.

"Where... I"

"Shhhhh. Don't speak, just rest. You're safe. You collapsed so I brought you back to my room. I was just about to go get Teo-"

"NO! God please no! D-Don't..I.... never wanna see his cruel face again!" Instantly in tears again Ichthys' eyes go wide upon hearing my words before his expression turns pained and then dark. Without having to even say a word I can see his thought process as he finally pieces it all together.

"What happened?" The way he's looking at me right now with such compassion is more than I can bear. I don't even realize what I'm doing until it's too late.

My lips eagerly claim his as I grab the sides of his face pulling him on top of me. Too shocked and stunned in disbelief he doesn't immediately pull away as it hasn't fully registered what I am doing to him yet. It isn't till he starts to kiss me back that he stops himself and pulls away.

"Woah wait a sec! I...can't! I mean, you're Teo's girl and-"

"No, I'm not. Not anymore."

"Okaaay buuuut, you guys obviously just broke up or whatever and this is... probably a really bad idea." Unable to handle any more rejection I suddenly feel very determined to get whatever I want at this moment and right now that happens to be Ichthys.

"It hurts Ichthys. It hurts so bad I can't stand it. Please, I beg you, make me forget. Even if it's just for tonight." I feel guilty watching how conflicted he looks as he is debating what to do next, but I'm surprised when he wipes the tears from the corner of my eyes away.

"A-Are you sure this is what you want? I mean if you're looking for a one night stand the other guys are probably way better than-" I cut him off by kissing him deeply once again only this time he stops hesitating and fully gives in.

His kiss tastes sweet and is intoxicating. Seeing this more mature side of Ichthys is turning me on immensely and I wrap my legs around his waist pressing our bodies together tightly hoping to feel his arousal. He doesn't disappoint. Though obviously excited I can tell he's still worried and starts holding back.

"Ikky it's okay. I want this. I want you. You're being an amazing and great friend by being here for me when I need you most. So please, don't hesitate. Stop worrying." He stops a moment to look at me as if he's pondering something.

"Touch me. I want to feel your hands all over my body. Make love to me Ichthys, I want to feel you inside of me." I mean every word. I never got this far with Teorus because I wanted it to be special and at the "right time." That's no longer the case. I just want to be swept up in a real man's passion. One who has a good heart and actually gives a fuck about me like Ichthys. He's far more worthy than someone like Teo could ever be.

We stare into each other's eyes a moment before he claims my mouth hungrily letting his carnal desires take over. His hands roam all over teasing and caressing my skin making me so wet it's nearly uncomfortable. When his hand finally snakes it's way down my pants and between my legs I quiver at how good it feels.

"Mm...yeah... more Ikky. More.. please." In one swift motion he rips all of the clothing from my body. Staring down at me with lustful eyes I spread my legs wide for him which is his undoing. There's no turning back anymore. He snaps his fingers and his perfect nakedness hovers over me leaving me desperate for more. He's beautiful. Perfect and carved like a marble statue. My hand travels south massaging myself to ease some of the tension building inside of me.

There's no need for foreplay tonight. His hardness slides into me with ease making me hungry for more. We start off slowly, moving together as his hips rock against mine. The weight of our bodies coupled with the way we move causes his bed to creak and groan below us.

"Mmm..yeah. Oh god yes Ikky, you feel SO good." Wrapping my legs around him I grind my hips against his trying to increase our momentum and friction further still. Sensing my desperation he begins thrusting harder, deeper and faster. Burying his face in my neck as we deliciously grind our bodies together it doesn't take long before we are both about to climax.

"I want to see your face as you cum, I bet you are even more beautiful" I whisper in his ear. He kisses me deeply now fucking me hard as the sounds of our bodies coming together over and over echo off the walls.

"Mm...yeah...right there, don't stop! I'm so close!" I can hear him practically growl in response with such a deep low voice as his cock throbs inside of me. When I dig my nails into his back I push him over the edge causing his orgasm to spill out deep inside of me. With his sexy bedroom voice in my ear just hearing the sounds escaping him as he fills me with his cum is more than enough to cause mine to rush forth. Screaming his name and clutching onto him for dear life I ride it out blissfully lost in nothing other than how good I feel at this moment.

Ichthys collapses on top of me as he catches his breath and I contentedly stroke my fingers through his hair. Lost in the afterglow, our bodies lovingly entwined we have no idea that on the other side of the partially ajar door, a dumbfounded and speechless Teorus stares on in bewilderment.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

A Definitely Incomplete List Of My Favorite Moments From The Lightning Thief (book), because I'm having Feelings

Percy very causally mentioning times he accidentally hit a school bus with a canon or dropped fifth graders into shark-infested water

Grover Underwood

Just everything he’s ever done

Percy running an illegal candy ring out of his dorm room 

“I was worried they found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet and were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”

When Percy thought Grover was going to give him some deep, meaningful commentary on life to make him feel better but Grover just wanted Percy’s lunch

Percy tried so hard to do well on his Latin final and Chiron somehow thinks it’s a good idea to tell him he’s ‘not normal’ in front of the class my poor boy

That one part where Percy essentially went “Oh hey mom’s home!!! Better reschedule this panic attack I was having!!” 

When Percy did that weird hand sign (that was never explained) and the door slammed on Gabe so hard he flew up the steps

The fact that when Grover finally tracked Percy down he wasn’t wearing any pants. Like, there was literally no reason for him to not have the fake feet and the jeans on. No actual reason for him to be free balling it. Percy just needed a shock apparently. Showing up in the middle of a hurricane with no pants, dramatic ass satyr I love him. 

The SATISFYING DEATH of Gabe’s Camaro + Sally apparently learned bullfighting just in case because she truly is the best mom

Percy killing the minotaur with its own horn

Percy dragging Grover over the camp line while crying for his mom literally end me

“You drool when you sleep.” could we get more iconic here

Percy teasing Annabeth about her crush on Luke

When Luke stole some toiletries for Percy and he got a little choked up because it was apparently the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him

The fact that Chiron basically told Annabeth that Percy was her destiny

The fact that a recovering alcoholic god of wine who hates children was deemed fit to run a camp for children

Not so fun: Percy, upon meeting Mr. D, immediately recognizing the signs of an alcoholic and going out of his way to sit far away from him ‘just in case’

The fact that everyone just expected him to hear ‘the greek gods are real’ and move on?? why would no one let this boy be in shock omg

Zeus apparently had a thing for the fluffy 80′s hairstyles

“the real world is where the monsters are” 

The fact that Poseidon could have claimed Percy at literally any moment but he apparently decided he really needed that dramatic reveal during capture the flag.

When Zeus was feeling Extra Dramatic(tm) after Percy’s claiming so he started making it rain inside the camp boarders and everyone was lowkey freaking out

When Annabeth pulls off her invisible cap and declares she’s going on the quest with him and Percy was like, beyond unsurprised that she was there and didn’t even attempt to fight her 

Chiron forgot to give Percy a sword from his father for like, an entire month. 

Grover with those freaking flying shoes oh my God

Annabeth blushing literally any time Luke talks to her 

IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT ARGUS, HEAD OF CAMP SECURITY

lmao when Percy and Annabeth start bickering about something and Argus just winks at Percy because he knows

When they were playing hackey sack with an apple but it got too close to Grover’s mouth and he just ate the whole thing

The entire bus scene oh my God

“I was about to become the ADHD Poster Child of the Year” as he’s CRASHING A BUS

Annabeth on a fury’s back 

the explosion. just. all gr8. 

When Grover tries to play a path finder song and Percy just immediately slams into a tree. Also the fact that the path finder song was actually just a Hillary Duff number. 

“You two are giving me a migraine, and satyr's don’t even get migraines!” 

Percy actually, truly trying to sell the story that the three of them are circus orphans who got separated from their ringleader 

Grover: hey guys this place is REALLY SHADY and we need to leave

Annabeth and Percy: but f o o d

Can you imagine walking into a store and finding your dead uncle’s body on display? Like????

When Medusa revealed herself and Annabeth’s running around invisible, Percy’s swinging a sword blindly and Grover’s flying around screaming and trying to whack her with a stick: everyone here is a MESS

When Annabeth was overly annoyed with Percy after that ordeal??? Sweetheart you fell for the trick too

Name something more iconic than 12 year old Percy Jackson mailing the decapitated head of Medusa to the gods on Mt. Olympus in an act of sheer pettiness. I dare you. 

When Percy was insisting on taking first watch while the others slept and Grover was basically like “hey kiddo listen to this” and played a song that immediately knocked him out so he could sleep all night 

“Percy. Say hello to the poodle.”

Percy seeing all the Greek creatures from the train window 

When Annabeth was dragging the boys to the St. Louis Arch and Percy’s claustrophobic ass Did Not Want To Get In That Tiny Elevator but he went anyway because he wanted Annabeth to be happy. That boy has had it bad since the start. 

“I am Echidna!”

“Isn’t...isn’t that a type of anteater?”

“I HATE AUSTRALIA.” 

How many times has Percy actually been poisoned throughout all the series I literally want a count 

‘Lemme just, uh....jump off the fucking St. Louis Arch and hope I don’t die when I hit the water.’

There is just something very aesthetic about Percy lighting a fire in the bottom of a river 

Percy’s got so much pent-up rage that he’s just immediately ready to wreck Ares upon meeting him omfg

THE THRILL RIDE O’ LOVE

Annabeth getting so worked up and flustered over going down there with Percy because it’s a love ride and Percy’s just like “you literally do not have to make this a Thing” lmao

Annabeth wouldn’t let Percy touch Aphrodite’s scarf because she didn’t want him getting infected by love magic but then...touched it herself lol

The entire sequence with the mechanical spiders and the cameras and the ride itself 

Percy’s plan to get off the ride!!!! He’s so smart okay can people stop calling him stupid!!! 

Grover trying to catch them both in mid-air but they‘re too heavy so the three of them just kind of slowly crash into one of those face-cut-out posters lol

Percy, turning to the camera’s broadcasting this shit on Olympus: “Show’s over! Thank You! Goodnight!” 

THE FUCKING ZOO BUS

Everything about that scene omg. The animals they had to help. Trying to convince Grover of how great he is. The baby percabeth. my h e a r t

“What if it does line up like the Trojan War? Athena versus Poseidon?”

“I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll be fighting next to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”

Do you hear that sound? That’s me, ages 13-21(+) sobbing uncontrollably oh my God I love them so much

‘let’s just set a fucking lion loose in Las Vegas’ 

“I put a Blessing of the Wild on them, so they’ll safely find food and shelter wherever they go.”

“Why can’t you put on of those on us?”

“It only works on wild animals.”

“So it would only effect Percy...”

“HEY!” 

When they get to the Lotus hotel and Grover starts playing that game where the deer shoot the hunters azxjhnhdjx

Percy physically having to drag his friends out of there once he realized it was the lair of the lotus eaters

When Annabeth gave the taxi driver her lotus credit card and he started calling her “Your Highness” lmao

Every time in this book Percy comes close to uncovering a Dark Truth the people around him are just like “let’s not worry about that :) “ and my polite boy actually shuts up it’s so wild because I would just keep going lol

CRUSTY THE WATER BED SALESMAN 

Listen that entire scene has lowkey always been one of my Favs and I’m not even sure why but Percy chopping his head off was g r e a t

The entrance to the Underworld is DOA Recording Studios and I love it

“We, uh...all drowned in a bathtub.”

Poor Charon just wants his Italian suits he doesn’t need all this bullshit 

Grover almost getting dragged into Tartarus: not good. very bad. bad shit. 

Annabeth getting emotionally attached to Cerberus in the span of 3 minutes: RELATABLE 

‘huh my backpack that I thought I got rid of five days ago is getting weirdly heavy, that’s not suspicious though, right?’ 

When Hades just starts monologue-ing about all the shit he has to put up with

“what kind of awful things do you have to do to get sewn into Hades underwear?” p e r c y

when Percy realizes the Master Bolt is in his backpack and he’s just like. tell me why. why. I’m a good person. what did I DO. 

When Percy has to sacrifice his mom to get Annabeth and Grover out of there I Cri Evey Tiem 

My cute lil’ baby yelling around on a beach to get Ares to show up 

ahdbsjznx when Grover gives Percy a crushed, half eaten tin can for good like and Percy is just like “Grover...I don’t know what to say.” I LOVE HIM

My sweet son kicking the god of war’s ass. bless. blessed on this day. 

The news crews who suddenly started backtracking and writing Percy as a hero 

Percy, choking back tears, giving Gabe’s store’s phone number out on national television and promising everyone free appliances IM STILL CACKLING I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE’S ICONIC 

Hades actually releasing Sally because he’s Not As Big Of A Dick As He Could Have Been 

Percy: hey I think there’s a really good chance that Kronos was behind this whole mess-

Zeus and Poseidon: XXX KRONOS DO NOT INTERACT XXX

Poseidon rolling his eyes at literally everything Zeus says and does

Poseidon and Percy’s whole talk omg my sweet boy just wants his dad to love him and Poseidon’s trying to figure out how to show affection when he basically signed this kid’s death sentence I’m crying 

A man will never satisfy me as much or in the same way as Sally Jackson murdering Gabe Ugliano did 

Percy was spending months of summer stressing over who the friend that’s supposed to betray him was but like...Sweetie you had exactly three (3) friends and you knew two of them weren’t gonna hurt you

ahbdjsnx when Percy and Luke were having their conversation in the woods and like Luke’s acting shady af the whole time but it’s literally not until he litters that Percy is like “something...is Wrong.” this boy I s2g

Percy getting bit by a scorpion is Not A Favorite Moment but the nymphs helping him out was 

Percy making his Official Decision to go home for the school year only after Annabeth reveals that he actually did talk her into trying again with her family 

I didn’t mean to write out a summary of the whole damn book it’s six am listen I’m just feeling nostalgia for the original series in this chili’s tonight 

whoops

[m0onbean]

Movie Dates with ASTRO

this is a long thread!

MJ

would probably choose a comedy movie

would buy the largest size of popcorn and accidentally spill some on the way to your seats

you actually die of embarrassment around him

he would laugh at the serious moments in the movie

i kid you not this grown man would very quietly not so quietly murmur "that's what she said" 

you wanted to die but it was amusing

would embarrass you by turning around to the kids sitting behind you

"this is my girlfriend (Y/N)"

"MJ what are you doi-"

"isn't she pretty?"

the kids would nod their heads and MJ would smile not before growing serious and suddenly snapping

"she's mine though, understood?!"

poor children would widen their eyes and you would give MJ a >:( look

MJ would give you a ;) look

whenever something remotely funny happened he would look at your face to see your reaction

turns out you kept a straight face the whole movie

bc

the movie wasn't funny

after the movie ended MJ would act clingy and cute

"did you like the movie?"

"hmm it was okay"

he would whine

"you're not satisfied?"

"no if you had fun then i'm satisfied"

"let's movie hop to whatever movie you would like"

"isn't that illegal"

"it's not illegal as long as you don't get caught"

MJ would make sure you had fun by randomly snickering comments in your ear which made you two burst in laughter

throw popcorn at eachother and look away pretending as if nothing happened

annoy the employees by constantly refilling popcorn

end up watching every movie in the theater

you two are probably banned tbh

in the end it doesn’t matter

the funnest time you’ve ever had at the movies

Jinjin

lets you make all the decisions

doesn't care what movie it is

just wants to spend time with you

ends up watching a movie about dogs

jinjin would subconsciously coo "aww" under his breath whenever a dog showed up

so like

during the whole movie

you learned that jinjin loves dogs

he would mutter in your ear

"let's get a dog"

seveRAL times

"how about that breed?"

"what do you think? small or big dog?"

you would just scoff but squeeze his cheeks

"you're so cute"

would hold your hand during the entire film

would randomly tap on your shoulder

"what do you want?"

"can you hold this?"

he would stick his hand in his jacket

his hands pops back up with a finger heart

would look at you proudly

"i'm such a cute boyfriend"

you would roll your eyes but return the heart

"jinjin look here"

you would pretend to look for something in your pockets

"did you forget your wallet? it's ok i paid" he would worriedly ask

"found it!" you would exclaim

sticks your hand back up

BAM! finger heart

he would uncontrollably smile

by the time you two are out of the theaters

guess what

a dog died at the end

jinjin is literally sobbing

you hug him and soothe him

"it's ok jinjin... he's in a better place now"

he cries harder and grips onto you tightly

"snowball didn't deserve that..."

"i understand"

he would be sniffing continuously on the drive home

"babe..." 

he takes out his phone and starts typing passionately

"what are you doing?"

"i'm writing a five star review on the movie"

Eunwoo

chose whatever movie you wanted

paid for your ticket although you insisted it was fine

"(Y/N) i'm supposed to be paying you'll make me look bad"

"fine but i'm paying next time"

loves how stubborn you are about it

constantly asking if you want anything

"want some popcorn? or anything else? ice cream? mozzerella sticks? nachos?"

in the theater he would laugh inside at you

because you were like

about to fall asleep

your eyelids were giving up on you

your head kept falling

you tried your best to stay awake but

the 

movie

was 

boring 

he would notice how tired you were

wouldn't say anything but would lift the seat divider up

tucks you inside his humongous winter coat

you would snuggle inside since it was warm

wraps his arms around you 

kisses your forehead when he notices you fall asleep

lowkey grateful the date turned out like this

he was never interested in the movie in the first place

your eyebrows would scrunch up suddenly

he would be alarmed

it would look like you're in pain

he would rub your back soothingly

gives you multiple kisses

your expression would wash off your face upon feeling his touch

now you're smiling in your sleep

his heart is aching

he's trying not to fanboy right then and there

he loves you so much

when the movie ends he would nudge your shoulder

"(Y/N) wake up sleeping beast"

when you fully regain conscious you would be embarrased

"u-uh sorry if I ruined the date"

he would laugh

because

you made the date better than he would even imagine

"let's do this more" 

he would say and wink

you die out of humiliation

Moonbin

moonbin would buy the whole food shop

like

actually

"hi can i get two large sodas, large buttered popcorn, an ice cream bar, oh do you guys have chicken nuggets? yeah? i'll take that 2 lmfaO. no wtf im not done. some mozzarella sticks, chicken tenders- what do you mean the bill is over $50? scuse me im an idol"

s m h

during the movies you two would just be talking the whole time

honestly what was the point of going if you two were just gonna have  nice conversation

everybody looking at u 2 because

on moonbin's lap are the chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, and drinks

on your lap would be the chicken nuggets, and whatever tf he ordered

a F E A S T

everyone lowkey hates u guys

bc 

the chicken nuggets smelled good

and u two were conversing so casually

a kid actually kicked your guys' seat

"can u shut up i can't hear"

"scuse me i'm an idol"

"u dont look like one"

you had to restrain this GROWN man from fighting some 10 year old

don't worry about leftovers

legend says that moonbin inhales the food

you two would be having a pick up line war

"hey baby. tie your shoelaces i dont want u falling for anybody else"

"are you a laptop? bc you can make my lap warm."

"wtf was that dirty"

"no omg i swear i didnt mean it like that"

"lets break up"

a forceful kick to moonbin's chair

"SHUT THE F-"

you 2 were kicked out

what gives

the food wasnt that gr8 anyways

"its the theater's fault. shouldve put more interesting movies so we wouldnt chatter so much"

"yeah" you groaned "long movies are boring anyways"

"you know what else is lon-"

legend says that moonbin still flinches whenever you slightly raise your foot

Rocky

tHIS BOI

very quiet around people

but around you??

hohohohoho

WHO BROUGHT A MONKEY IN THIS THEATER

he's actually jumping around on his toes

"omg i'm so excite!!"

"minhyuk can u calm down"

"but the new lego movie came out and i'm really excited bc my fav character was the unicorn cat girl bc she's really nice and stuff but when shes angry shes ready to fite and i think that represents me bc u kno how im all fluffy and stuff when we first meet but like if somebody messes with me or you or anybody i am friends with they get beat up even tho im smol"

"...we're not even watching the new lego movie."

THIS KID WOULD JUST WALK UP TO THE MANAGER AND ASK FOR AN EXCHANGE OF TICKETS

"I THOUGHT WE WERE WATCHING THE NEW LEGO MOVIE WTF (Y/N)"

"YOU SAID I COULD CHOOSE"

"BUT WE'RE A TELEPATHIC COUPLE. I SENT U A MESSAGE TO CHOOSE THE NEW LEGO MOVIE."

you would massage your temples in frustration

angry -> happy when the manager lets him exchange it

in the theaters he'd be so happy

"u can be the wyldstyle to my emmet"

"mkay."

he would pout

"babe i put a lot of thinking into that pickup line so i really dont appreciate it when you start doing this to me because like i put so much in this relationshi-"

u would stuff popcorn in his mouth so he can shut up

his eyes would intently follow the movie

hes so into it!!

would laugh a little too loudly at the jokes

scrunches up face when the bad guy does something bad

widen eyes at intense scenes

when unikitty popped up on the screen

tHIS BOI

"OMG UNIKITTY!" he would scream

rips open his jacket and reveals a unikitty shirt

whole theater glaring at him

you are actually hiding in your sweater

"pls kill me"

after the movie

"minhyuk this relationship isnt working"

"wdym lol"

"you're a disgrace to me"

"huh"

"uR LIKE IN COLLEGE AND YOU'RE WEARING A UNIKITTY SHIRT TO THE MOVIES."

"i only wear my idol's merch <3"

u would sigh

he would put his jacket back on and hug u

"sry babe next time ill get a shirt with YOUR face on it"

"wow thanks"

"mhm np"

Sanha

"w-why'd u choose a horror movie"

you had to drag this tall baby in the theaters

"i don't want to..." he would whine

"please sanha"

you would perform your aegyo on him

shooting him finger hearts and comfort

"sanha u r a man u can do this"

upon hearing he's a man he'd be like

"oK i can do this i'm a man"

clinging onto your arm during the whole movie

would close his eyes and bury his face in your arm

"tell me when its over"

you would pet his floof hair

"its ok sanha, you're my brave knight arent you?"

he immediately recomposes himself and sits up straight

"yes. your majesty i will save u"

few minutes in and he gave up

is actually hugging you full on

not even watching the movie

"sanha... the movie's done now"

after u two are out the theaters

"THAT WAS AN EASY MOVIE I CAN WATCH ANYTHING NOW"

proud of himself

it was cute but

"really? wanna watch the sequel?"

sanha would loudly gulp

"um."

when he would drop you off at your house

he would be stalling time

"sanha you can go now"

"u-uh..."

"r u scared lol"

"lolololol hahahah wdym"

ends up staying the night at your place

cuddling with you the entire night

he would sort of flinch in his sleep

or his body would jump suddenly

nightmare??

u would kiss his forehead and wake him up

"are you ok?"

he would stare at you

and

HE WOULD PERFORM THE "I DREAMED OF A GHOST" AEGYO

"pls go back to sleep and never wake up"

[theloveablesociopath]

Silver Silence Part 6

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 1,551

Warnings: Fluff and anst, mentions of blood, and extreme pain.

Bucky sat on a barstool in the kitchen, raking his hands through his hair in dread as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Tony had installed a special security camera in your room, and in order to make him feel better, also synched it to a laptop for Bucky. Its sound was muted for most of the time, your screams that had now rung through the compound for 5 days straight was to much for him to bare. Luckily within the 3rd day, Bruce had decided to move you to a sound proof room, but that didn’t stop Buckys intense worry. He had visited you only a short few times in those days, only being able to bare being in the room when the thrashing and screaming stopped for a few minutes.

With a long sigh he shut his laptop, getting up and walking towards the conference room where the rest of the avengers where going over their next mission. A mission Bucky had dismissed, not wanting to be away from you in this state.

As he made his way through the halls he expected to hear of fighting tactics and file names, instead he heard arguing.

“Wanda there’s nothing we can do.” A serious voice spoke, one belonging to stark by the sound of it.

“There has to be something! What about sedating her? Pain medication?” Wanda yelled back.

“Any amount of unnatural substance will cause her bones to remain brittle, they need to heal with no help.” He replied.

There where sighs and angry grunts as tony processed what he wanted to say, but Natasha beat him to it.

“Her screams still ring in my ears; I can’t even imagine how Barnes is feeling.”

Walking into the room, the abundance of chatter stopped abruptly and all eyes remained on him.

“Bucky...”  Steve stated, as he stood up from his chair.

“How long?” he managed to ask, his eyes locked on tony in bitterness. He looked confused as to what Bucky was asking but after a moment Bucky spoke again. “How much longer will she be like this?”

Tony soon realized the conversation was about (y/n) and switched his gaze to the floor. “Days, weeks, months? There isn’t a way to tell, we just have to wait it out.”

Bucky’s eyes shifted the floor, the room becoming so silent you could hear blood flowing through your own veins.

Tony opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by FRIDAYs loud voice.

“Sir, I have detected 6 broken bones and 3 fractures on miss (L/N)”

Bucky’s eyes went wide, and the silence that once hung over the room was soon filled with the screech of chairs and tables moving as everyone shuffled out of the room towards (Y/n).

Bucky was the first one to arrive there, punching in the key code and bursting through the slowly opening door.

He was met with silence, no screaming, not even whimpers, just the slow beep of heart monitors.

“(y/n)?” Bucky asked, his eyes landing  on the bed, where you laid, staring up at the ceiling, stock still, with nothing but a gentle rise and fall of your chest.

“b-b…” your voice was caught in your throat, hoarse and barley there as you tried calling his name. as Bucky approached you, followed by the team, he saw the long streams of tears falling from the corners of your eyes.

“I’m here. I’m here doll.” He said softly, leaning over the bed so your gaze met his.

You turned your head the slightest bit to look at him better, your body sending thousands of messages to your brain to remind you of the constant pain in your bones, but now broken bones in all your limbs from thrashing, caused movements to become even more painful.

“It..” you started, coughing softly at the vile taste of how many days its been since anything but screams met your mouth. “Feels… l-like fire...” you managed.

His face fell into a hurt expression, as you blinked to fade the blur of tears.

“Like.. i-im…b-burning. From the... Inside” you choked out. Your voice was so extremely quiet, and rang with an almost squeaky sensation.

He lowered his head, his guilt of not being able to help you setting in his stomach.

He couldn’t say anything, just leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

Tony soon came over to check your vitals, giving you a sad smile as he brushed hair away from your face.

The entire team stood around you like you where dyeing, but in reality you weren’t, it was far worst then that. It was days of relentless pain, that sometimes jumped to extreme measures.

And at the time, as your heart began to beat rapidly, and your breathing picked up, that’s exactly what it did.

You screwed your eyes shut as the screams you had learned to hate, ripped painfully through your throat.

The noise of it leaving the taste of blood in your mouth.

----------------------------------------------------

Buckys pov

It had been 9 days in total that (y/n) had been in intense pain, her screams rarely stopped; even with the sound proof walls I could still hear them muffled at times. Or it could be the silent ghost of her agony that haunts me.

Today felt like walking on broken glass, I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t speak to anyone, I could barley think.

Over the course of (y/n)s time here I had developed a need to protect her, and knowing I couldn’t, sent my mind into a dark place.

I was seconds away from getting my laptop out to check on her, when my door flew open and Steve walked in.

“Bucky, you need to come see this.” He demanded, and with as many things that had been going on I wasn’t going to risk not going.

He led me down the same stretch of halls I had seemed to walk every minute of everyday, but he then turned to (y/n)s room and my heart sunk.

When the doors slid open, I was met with that same silence, as 3 nights ago, only this time, soft choked pained, squeaks rang in it.

I walked further in, staring at the bed and letting my heart be ripped into two at what I saw.

Her back was arched in pain, as she tried her best not to move due to the breaking of her bones. Her mouth was agape, seeming to be screaming with all her might, but the only thing that came out was soft painfully gut wrenching squeaks, they were filled with sobs, and uncontrollable sorrow.

I made the walk to her bedside, looking down at her as her eyes tried to burrow further beneath her eyelids.

After a moment more of her being like this, she calmed slightly, broken sobs that you could hardly even heard still crowded her mouth,

“(y/n)? Sweetheart?” I heard myself ask as I pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Her sobs lightened as she opened her eyes to look up at me.

She mouthed my name, but nothing but a soft squeak came out. She realized her fruitless attempt at communication, and began to say my name again, only for the same result to appear.

Her eyes had begun to blur with tears again, as she now tried yelling my name, but to no avail, as it still held that same silence.

She began to sob uncontrollably at this, before a cough threw her to her side, making blood appear on the light blue sheets.

She looked down in slight horror, looking up at my mirrored expression.

I wanted so desperately to break her bonds, and hold her close to me. But I knew what that would do to her body, and I knew what that would do to my heart.

I looked over at Steve, now sitting on one of the chairs to the side, his hands in hair. When I looked back to her, her head began to rest against the pillow, and I held her hand lovingly as she began to finally drift into sleep, if only for a little while.

“You took a likening to her pretty quick.” Steve whispered, moving his body to face me.

I looked over at him, his smile making me feel like I could trust him with everything.

“She reminded me of someone...” I stared, looking back at her frail body, tangled in the bed sheets.

Steve stayed silent urging me to continue.

“Of a little blonde kid from Brooklyn...” I laughed softly. “And I just felt the need to protect her with everything in me. Like I had known her forever and that was just how it was supposed to be...”

I hadn’t realized Steve had stood up until he was right beside me with a hand on my shoulder and reassuring smile on his face.

=------------------------------------------------

“So?” Bucky asked curiously, as Helen took a step away from (y/n)s sleeping form.

“She...” Helen paused, knowing how hard this was going to be for Bucky to hear. “She tore her vocal cords... More like shredded them actually.. I don’t see this heeling Bucky...”

“So, what? What does this mean?” he more demanded then asked, feeling the fear prick his eyes.

Helen took a deep breath and looked over to you.

“She’s mute”

TAGS: @avengershavethetardis  @dingo-ate-my-baby-crazy666   @loveyourselfcreateyourself

[cannolicas]

Bts hyung line reaction to their child being LGBT

Seokjin: his daughter likes girls

Seokjin always thought his daughter was a littleprincess, who would one day find her prince charming- except she would rather a princess. "Daddy I need to tell you something" she said angstiously as she entered the dining room, looking down. "Yes princess?" He smiled. "Please don't be mad, daddy" she said, tears threatening to fall. "What is it honey? Did you fail your math test?" She asked, worriedly. "D-dad, im gay" she said softly. -Silence-then it was broken by windshield laughter. "Hi gay, I'm dad" Seokjin smiled. Tears poured out of her eyes in relief as Seokjin stood up, pulling her into his embrace. "Shh, shhh, daddy's here, princess. Daddy's here, and daddy loves you" he soothed as she sobbed uncontrollably hugging her father tightly. He repeated the same words he did when she was a baby and was crying, and it was a little emotional for him to realize his 17 year o,d little girl wasn't so little anymore. A few tears fell from his eyes. "My little princess is all grown up" he sighed contently. He just wanted his little girl to be happy, and loved by someone who loved her as much as he did.

Yoongi: his daughter is bi

Your daughter was super chill about the whole thing, being she knew her dad wouldn't really care. They were learning how to drive when your daughter passed the prittiest girl in school. Perfect time. As she spilled the truth, Yoongi just laughed. *smirks* "aye, me too! Chicks, right?"

Unfazed af

Namjoon: his son likes boys

He and his son were walking home from football practice as they did every Saturday morning, with snacks in hand, like any normal day. "Babi we need to talk" your son would say sternly, looking at his dad. "What's up, Kiddo?" Namjoon responded biting into his chip. "I told mom this yesterday and I think I have to tell you-" he said softly, inhaling sharply. "Shoot" Namjoon said, before grabbing another chip. "Dad! I'm gay. I like boys" "*screams*" he didn't scream out of anger or fear, more like- Ive failed as a father. Wait- that sounds bad *namjoon said mentally to himself* "o-ohs y-your a top right?" Namjoon said worriedly. "Babi!" Your son yelled, throwing his helmet. "Hey hey that cost your mother and I a lot of money pick that up" he yelled, almost forgetting the prior conversation. "It is a mans duty to protect his family from dicks! If your gettin it up the ass I've failed as a father! No man wants their kid penetrated-" "dad!" Your son yelled blushing. "It's okay, kiddo, I love you just the same. Bring it in"

Hobi: his son was born a girl/ trans male

*She* looked up at her father, worriedly. The only person She had told was heris grandma, who was very accepting. Hoseok was gobbling down cereal at 5 am, a perfect time for herim to hear about this. "Dad" your child said softly. "Yes, nugget?" He asked, using the name he used for herim this whole life. "I-I" they hesitated. "I-I'm not supposed to be a girl" Hobi imetietly understood, not being stupid and started crying. His poor baby had to suffer in the worm body for 16 years. He stood up and flung his body on who was now his sons. "My poor nugget!" He cried, and cried dramatically. "Dad!" Your son laughed. "Sorry" hobi said, sniffling. "I'm so sorry" he said softly. "It's not your fault, it's nobodys" your son sighed. "Oh my little boy- w-wait do you want me to call you that- o-or a different name? C-can I still call you nugget?" He panicked. "I-I want your to call me a boy- and I don't know what name I want yet- so can you only call me nugget till then?" Your son said shyly. "Of corse! Your not going to school today- we're going shopping!" Hobi said happily. "No way any son of mine is going to school with boobs, come on, let's get you a binder"

[sabeburk]

October 1, 2017

around 9:40 pm i sent my husband a text "gotto go jason aldean is on!!!!!!!!" his reply "have fun".

i was having fun, too much fun, the festival had been amazing, so many talented performers and the most wonderful crowd of people!  i was there with sarah we have been friends for 28 years. she treated me to the concert it was a special weekend we would always remember....then it turned into a night i can never forget.

we were standing on the far left of the stage, kind of at the edge of the crowd, dancing, singing just enjoying the show. it was my first time seeing aldean perform and i was loving it! all of the sudden we heard a strange popping noise at first i didnt even notice then it happened again- firecrackers? i thought maybe someone through a pack of firecrackers on stage. even as aldean fled and the stage went dark i still had no idea what was happening. the crowd started to move and sarah grabbed my arm and pulled me and said we need to move now!

we went with a crowd to the left of the stage sort of ducking sort of running those moments are little but blurry i just remember saying what is going on? no way it was really gunfire! i was confused, shocked, frightened, just could not believe we were actually being shot at. the bullets sounded like they were right behind us. i never looked back.

i don't know how or why but we made the desicion not to make a run for it and we followed a small crowd into a tent that i believe was the performers back stage area. there was a man who had fallen we stopped to help him up. we didn't want to stay in the tent feeling trapped and ended up behind it in what was i assume the caterers food prep area. we quickly ran to a food cart/table and ducked our heads under it. we still had no idea where the gunfire was coming from or how many shooters there were. everyone with us was doing their best to hide wherever they could. a security guard was there and he told everyone to be still and quiet. at one point a girl near us started to cry loudly and i remember him saying be quiet you'll lead them right to us!

the gunfire just kept going and going. everytime it stopped for a second we hoped it was over. we couldn't understand how it was lasting so long and why they hadn't captured the man or men yet. we grabbed large metal food trays still covered in old sauces and did our best to cover ourselves. there was a trash bin behind me and i pulled the lid over the table to try provide more cover. i expected at any moment the gunman to burst through the tent and shoot us. we were so isolated we had no idea what was happening out in the open - if everyone was dying. sarah and i held hands and i prayed.

it seemed like it was never going to stop so i pulled out my phone to text my husband - i did it quickly because i didn't want to make light or sound and i typo-ed the whole messsage. it said " i theres a shout out u i luv y" after what seemed like forever again and it still wasn't stopping and i really believed that i was going to die, that there was no way out of this i decided to call my husband to tell him i love him. he happened to be driving home in an area where he loses reception and i was crying telling him i love him and he just kept saying what? what? then the line went dead. it wasn't until the next night when i got the message he left on my phone soon after that, when he had an idea what was really going on, and the sheer panick in his voice asking what is happening?? please call me back! as we were sitting there hiding listening to rounds that sounded so close the emotions i went through from disbelief to absolute fear to - NO i am NOT going to die here!!

after what seemed like an eternity, a man, im not sure if he was a police or security guard appeared and told us they had an opening in the fence near where we were hiding and we needed to get out! we went very quickly and as were trying to get out the swat team was running past us, going in, at some point sarah asked someone did you get him? and we were told NO - YOU NEED TO RUN! as we climbed through the downed fence the first thing i saw was someone on the ground- i don't know dead or alive but surrounded by people helping. i told sarah don't look, but she looked. i think it was probably a split second as we took in the scene on the street - bodies, victims in the street being loaded into the back of a truck. sarah asked should we help them? i don't want to sound selfish or uncaring because if there was someone who we could have helped or something we could have done in that moment to change things i wouldn't have hesitated. and i am so lucky to not have been standing next to someone who got shot - i didn't have to throw my body on anothers to save their life or hold someone as they bled and died. but these people were all being helped - we aren't doctors or nurses, there was nothing we could do at this point but get in the way and all i could think was run run run until we are safe - i was going to hug my kids again. i had a responsibilty to my family to be there for them and sarah had her daughter. we didn't know that the shooting was over - we didn't know that it wasn't going to start again and now we weren't hiding, we were out in the open. so we held hands and we ran, i tried not to look - you can't help but see what is happening, but i tried not to look at it - just keep straight ahead and not notice the disheveled people, the shoes left behind, the chaos and just focus on getting back to our hotel room - not stopping until we locked ourselves in.

we didn't stop running- just went in the direction of the big green hotel - it was blocks and blocks, we didn't stop until we ran though the hotel door, only then did we pause to catch our breath. the lobby was filled with concert goers - dirty, shaken and in shock - there were people covered in blood... but we didn't stay there. we still didn't know if a gunman/men were going to come bursting in blasting more gunfire into the crowd. we had to get back to our room. at this point the adrenaline was still pumpimg but the reality of what had happened was starting to set in. we walked though the casino and got separated  - i think sarah slowed to call her boyfriend and then i was in a hallway and realized i was alone. i finally just collapsed and started crying uncontrollably - totally lost it. a group of people nearby asked me if i was ok - through heavy sobs i tried to explain to them what had happened and why i was so upset - they told me they knew, it was already on the news and they helped me find sarah. as we hugged and cried i was still adament that we get back to the room right away. as we walked i called my husband to tell him i wasn't hurt. then i texted everyone who knew i was at the concert that i was alright. we got to the room and i immediately stripped off my clothes - filthy, pee soaked, my hair covered in sauce drippings from the food pans- and got in the shower . i don't know how long i sat on the floor under the water, crying, shaking, i threw up. after that we sat watching the news trying to process what we had just been through - it still was just not real. and also at this point being told there were still active gunmen and the strip was on lockdown - or shelter in place is the term, basically stay where you are and don't go outside- we were so scared. it didnt help that the view from our room looked directly at the concert grounds - right at the stage. i have never seen so many blue and red lights in my life.

we stayed there glued to the tv looking for answers from the news, horrified when we heard 2 people had died - 2...... that number just kept going up. we didnt leave the room until the police said they were positive it was only the one gunman and he was dead. we went warily down to the casino. it was very eerie not one restarant or bar open - no gambling except a few people at slot machines. the mgm had pulled almost all their staff off the floor. but people were just sitting around - i guess with nowhere to go still waiting to be told it was safe to leave. we went back to our room - you couldn't even get room service, not that we were hungry, we turned off the news and tried to sleep but we didn't sleep. i haven't slept well since.

i am here and i am physically ok - except for a couple bruises and scrapes. people tell me you were watched over or blessed or it wasn't your time and i completely believe in god and angels but i also have a hard time hearing that and definately have some survivor guilt because you can't tell me all those people who were shot weren't being watched over too. they were mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, young adults with so much hope for the future.... it was just crazy luck - where i was. that we had been so close to a safe hiding place and didn't decide to make a run for it out in the open. if i had been standing ten feet in a another direction my story could have a much different ending. i don't know why i was spared but i won't take it for granted, i won't stop feeling grateful for every breath i take.