#lota of angst

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x autistic!daughter young adult ideally but any age. Or even she’s on the team and he’s a father figure to her because her own is so ableist. My dad is so ableist and I have so much autistic trauma from him even though my autism is from him too. He thinks that gives him even more rights to say whatever he wants to me and bully me even more. I just need to know what it feels like to have a good dad who cares about my autism. Who cares about me ❤️❤️

Aaron Hotchner x Autistic! Young adult reader

Of course I can, I'm sorry you have to deal with that, my parents have trouble understanding my Autism as well but they are getting better. I will write this for you!

Summary: Y/Ns ableist Dad comes to the BAU and starts being an Ableist arsehole to his daughter, her father figure (Hotch) steps in and saves her.

Third Person pov...

It had been 3 years since Y/N L/N joined the BAU, she was 21 when she joined and instantly became the baby of the team and Hotch became her Dad, Y/N is autistic and has sensory issues.

Ever since she was little her father was ablest and would bully her and verbally abuse her saying how her being Autistic meant something was wrong with her and that she needed fixing, the man caused her to have so many meltdowns and sensory overloads that it made others concerned her teachers as school.

He was later arrested for child abuse and was sent to prison, Y/N was then left with her neighbours who were a nice loving family and always liked her but hated her dad and were glad she got away from him after suffering for years, her Mum was out of the picture.

The young girl had so much trauma from her childhood when she joined the BAU that Hotch became her father figure, their relationship helped mend Y/Ns trauma from her bio dad and she was able to live comfortably knowing he wasnt in her life anymore, she was treated with respect and was always told that her autism wasn't a bad thing.

From being with Penelope and Spencer (who are also Autistic) her relationship with her Autism was mended and she was able to be herself, while with her dad she could stim or doing anything 'autistic' but with her new found family she was free to stim and had all her accomedations, if anyone disrespected her or called her weird they would have to deal with an angry Hotch and the rest of the team.

It was a normal day for the team, they weren’t on a case and for once they all got to relax and fill out paperwork, well aside from Hotch and Spencer no one was doing any paperwork, Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at their second youngest member.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was none the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts. From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, opposite the genius sat Y/N she was busy spinning in her chair with her headphones on and watching the scene play out.

She had the perfect poker face for when a paper ball hit Spencer's head, as the children in the bull pen play the two adults Hotch and Rossi where actually getting work done, , well Hotch was at least the Italian was drinking and watching the kids outside keeping an eye on them as someone responsible needed too.

As Y/N continued to spin around her in chair she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps off someone walking up behind her, the H/C woman was suddenly yanked off her chair and onto the hard floor by a man, in the process of being manhandled her headphones when flying off her head.

“What did I tall ya about doing that Girl!” exclaimed a voice that haunted her nightmares, gasping in terror Y/N stared frozen at her Father who was suppose to be in prison, the large man had a sickening grin on his face as he saw the terror in his daughter eyes.

“Yes its me!” he laughed that horrible laugh that had Y/N holding her hands overs her ears, the 21 year old was still frozen on the floor while the others were staring at the scene before them guns raised, by this time Hotch and Rossi had heard what happened and were out of their offices.

“bu-but your supposed to be in jail!” exclaimed Y/N finally finding her voice stuttering, the man looked down at her crumpled form, he then grabbed the front of her blouse pulling his daughter close. “they let me out for good behaviour, did ya miss me!” he semi whispered as Y/Ns face grew a sickening pale white, she scrambled to get away but the man wouldn’t let go instead he raised his hand and slapped her.

Y/N cried out in pain. “you really didn’t think I could be held for long did ya you retard! You really are still a fucked in the head as you were years ago” yelled the man, Hotch had had enough, he rain down thw ramp arms raised, gun in his hands. “Get your hands on hr now, you do realise you just assaulted a federal agent” growled out Hotch as the man teared his eyes away from the shivering form of his daughter.

He spat at Hotch. “your not her father I am, this waste of space in am Agent HA!”!” he laughed again and kicked Y/N hard in the ribs, Penelope gasps tears in her eyes as she witnesses her friend get beaten. Y/N holds in her cries of pain and raises her head from the floor glaring at the man.

“your not my dad you never have been!” she cried tears rolling down her face, the sadistic man smirked at the tears rolling down his daughters face, the sight reminding off when she was a kid and he would verbally abuse her, he had never hit her before now, it felt good.

Her words made him angry. “I am your father retard, though I hate to admit it you share my blood, your as stupid as I remember crying on the floor like the child you are to stupid to do what I say” he goes on on berating Y/N and saying how stupid she was once again verbally abusing her, as he went on his rant Y/N managed to stand up.

She was then pulled behind Hotch, his finger close to pulling the trigger. “you Bastard, you shut the fuck up now, you have crossed the line now get out of my building and away from my Daughter before I pump your body full of bullets!” yelled Hotch threw clenched teeth, he was so close to pulling the trigger instead he stormed up so he was chest to chest with the man and pulled back his fist.

When he lets go his right hand connected with the nose he was satisfied to feel it shatter, a smirk on his face before gesturing to a couple of agents. “now don’t ever come back or I will kill you” Hotches hand was burning but he felt satisfied when Y/Ns Dad freeze before he tsked and stormed out not before calling Y/N the R slur before he was detained by two agents ans forced into handcuffs.

Hotch crossed his arms before turning around to hug Y/N was had collapsed, the stress from her dad coming in draining her, she was then sat at her desk with Hotch hovering around her looking at her injuries, E/C eyes locked on his brown ones.

“Im your daughter” she whispers hoarsely, this made Hotch smile and run his hand through her hair. “of course, you are sweetie” he smiled softly kissing her forehead still smiling when she smiles back.

The end!!

Hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait! As usual sorry for the grammar and spelling mistake!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1366

[joifee]

Ok ok ok, since you allowed me to ramble in your asks, I have come here as I have a fanfic idea that I cannot stop thinking about for the past two weeks, and I cannot write it yet. Thus I'm left with an idea left in my head and I gotta let it out somewhere.

So it does connect empires s1 and s2. I have an idea that when S2 Scott has gotten his magic eye, he also gets memories of his past life, which was ofc S1 Scott. And as we know, S1 Scott was courting Jimmy, despite the other not really realizing it, and later on in the series there just wasn't time for the courting.

Plus we see, at the end of S1 Scotts pov in the other realm -- in his perfect world -- it's heavily implied that those two are together or at least lived together [There was something queer romantic going on there, and I live for it]. So it made me think, that s1 Scott's pov ending was just the man's wishful thinking before his body just shuts down, and he got reincarnated years and years later as S2 Scott, only getting memories back when he got the magic eye.

Tbf I dont think it even would be that weird for the series, as S2 Sausage himself has memories of S1, so I think it would fit in some way.

I just kind of want Flower Husbands S2 where Scott now has started developing feelings for our neighboring Sherrif, but at the same time, he thinks he's just projecting his feeling onto the man, that isn't the same guy, but only looks at him and kinda behaves like the one he loved.

Funnily enough, if you watched Pix's Empire's ending [Which Im sure you did], he has also said how Tumble Town folks are actually armor stands powered by magic, they just don't really wanna admit it as time goes. So Mezalean King could have made someone similar to Jimmy [his best bud! His first and best Ally!] to try to cope. So. The sheriff isn't Jimmy in the end [at least not from what I've been thinking about atm. It can always change]. But he's just made in the image of a long-dead Codfather </3

okay but this fucking slaps i looooooove the drama when you have the time you might as well revisit it! its a nice, romantic but also sad idea lotas of angst potential BUT omg yessss he is projecting the feelings on the "armor"stand version of jimmy because he does look like esmp 1 jimmy but like its definitly not the same person, considering personality and like the fact he aint a fish anymore so of course he has to think "hey its not the same one" but he cannot help falling in love all over again with like a different version of jimmy but one: its not his jimmy and second maybe he gets over the feelings and like both of them go their own ways nkdbsblbfkjfb yeeeee thats such a good ideaaa thanks for telling me :D wanna makes me spam my ideas to you /or like my fanfic draft

[jobrookekarev]

Let’s Make a Baby

Words: 6,495

Summary: 12x24 AU where Jo proposes they make a baby and this time Alex takes her up on her offer, but he still leaves and when he comes back he ruins everything. As Jo’s pregnancy progresses Alex learns his lesson and they rebuild their relationship. 

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, and Arizona Robbins.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Angst, A whole lota Angst, Happy Ending thought! Pregnancy, Relationship, AU, 12x24.

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AN: I’ve been working on this forever! It’s finally done and I’m really happy to share it with you all!

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“Let’s make a baby.” 

The moment she spoke, Alex's heart jumped in his chest. He's wanted to have a kid with Jo since the night he pulled down his pants and asked her to make a baby with him. He has spent the past year imagining what it would be like to have a baby with her, but Jo wasn't ready. She said she wanted to wait and finish her residency, yet here she was.

Jo was standing there before him, telling him she was ready. That she wants a baby now too. She was dressing in that low-cut tank top with ample cleavage and loose pants. She was offering herself up to him, offering her womb, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to take her up on her offer. 

“Are you going to tell me why you won't marry me?” 

“I told you that I love you and that I'm not going anywhere. So isn't that enough? Can't that be enough for you?” 

She's begging him to stay. He can see it in her eyes. Alex hates to be just another man that walks away from her and the truth is that he doesn't want to be.

He looks down at the white lace that outlined her breasts again. They both fall silent as he stares at her body. A baby is everything he's ever wanted with her, and maybe, for right now, that can be enough.

“When I proposed to you, I did it because I want to be committed to you. You said you needed someone in your corner and I want to be that person and I want the same from you.”

“I am committed to you, Alex. I love you. I want to be tied to you too.” 

“So marry me. A baby isn't going to fix this.”

“I'm not trying to fix it with a baby, I'm trying to show you that I'm committed to you by telling you that I want what you want. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

“But you won't marry me.”

“Alex, I can't,” Jo begs him in a whisper. 

Alex stares into her eyes. He can see the way that she pleads with him and the hint of fear in her eyes. He doesn't know what was holding her back. He knows that she's always been afraid of legal commitment. She loves him, he knows that. She wants to be with him, he knows that too. Yet, she never wants anything to prove it. It took a week to convince her to sign the declaration of their relationship for the hospital. He knows there's more to this, that it wasn't just the fact that Jo's afraid of marriage. 

To be honest, he was a little afraid to marry her too. He saw the way that his parents treated each other. He saw the way his foster parents treated each other. He knows how marriage can change a couple, but he also knows how it can make them stronger. He remembers how it changed him when he was with Izzie. He pledged himself to her and she was his responsibility to take care of. He wants to be that for Jo. To be someone who looks after her and takes care of her and for her to do the same for him in return. Being her husband is important to him. Still, he loves her enough to keep the ring in his drawer. To keep waiting for her. 

“I love you, Jo, and I want to be your husband someday. I want to commit myself to you and only you for the rest of our lives and do everything that comes with it.”

“I know,” Jo said, letting out a breath as she looks down before she looks back up at him through her eyelashes. “And what about having a baby?”

Alex just smiles, he can't help it. A large happy smirk spreads across his face as he walks up to her. He reaches out to put his hands on her waist, trailing up to brush the lace at the side of her breast before pulling the tank top down to reveal her breasts. His fingers ghost over her breasts and leave goosebumps across her skin. 

“Are you sure you're ready?” Alex says as he pulls his eyes away from her skin to look up at her.

She's been so hesitant before, he wants to have her permission for this. He wants to know that she wants this. Because she wants a baby, a family with him, and not just for him to stay.

“Yes,” Jo says and he knows she's sure.

His lips crash into hers and her arms wrap around his neck. It's desperate and needy and fast and a little rough, so he slows it down. He pulls her over to the bed and tries to be delicate with her. He loves her and he doesn't want the night they make their baby to be anything but filled with love. 

Loving Jo is so easy. She's his best friend and she knows him like the back of her hand. She's been through what he's been through and she knows what he wants because of it. She knows how his childhood shaped him because she's cut from the same cloth. 

He slips the black pants off her body to reveal the white lace underneath. He smiles as he leans down to gently kiss her body from the peaks of her breasts down to the valley of her thighs. He makes love to her, he makes it sweet and soft as he pulls her body into his. He kisses her with all the love he has for her as he pours himself into her in the hopes that it will create a new life between them. 

Afterwards Jo falls asleep in his arms. She clings to him in a way she only does on dark nights and he knows it’s because he didn't sleep next to her the night before. She tosses and turns on those nights more than any others. So he lets her sleep, but as he does, the reality of the situation sinks in.

He knows a baby isn't going to change anything. It isn't going to fix their relationship. He knows she has a secret. He doesn't know what it is or how big it is. Still, he can sense that it's the reason she's holding back. It has something to do with the reason why she won't marry him. That worries him. It worries him that her secret is something so big and so dark that it will tear them apart. So he gets that itch. The urge to run before things get too hard, before things get too crazy.

He loves Jo and he wants to stay with her. He does. He wants a baby, a family, to continue building a life with her. Yet, the heaviness of it all weighs upon him. He decides to go to the one person he's always been able to talk to. He slips out of her arms and calls Meredith. She is, of course, busy with Amelia and the wedding, but she still has time for him, so he grabs his keys and leaves. 

After talking with Meredith and hearing Owen react to his own runaway bride. Alex realizes he loves Jo enough to bear this secret and wait for her to be ready.

When he comes back, he hears Jo’s laughter and he smiles. He can't wait to hear that laughter from their child's lips and he can see it in his mind. Then he comes around the corner and finds her on the bed with DeLuca above her. He sees her drunk and only in the lingerie she wore for him. He also sees how DeLuca holds her wrist and how he lays on top of her.

He doesn't think, he just acts as his fist connects with DeLuca’s face.

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It's always in the aftermath that he seems to realize what he's done. As he looks at the blood on his hands. Jo’s screaming and crying rings in his ear. DeLuca’s bloody and broken face lingers behind his eyes. He realizes he's made the worst mistake of his life and there's no going back. 

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A few weeks later, after the dust settles, he's working in the clinic, and Arizona approaches him. 

“Jo came to see me today,” Arizona says as she looks at him. She doesn't have that angry look on her face that she's had all week. Instead, she looks at him with an expression he can't read. “Alex, she's pregnant.”

He drops the supplies that are in his hand and they crash to the floor. He's not sure why he's so surprised. He didn't forget how they tried for a baby. How could he? It’s etched into his mind as the last good thing he did. If he could go back, he would go back to that moment. He never would have left their bed, he never would have left her, and they would have this conversation together. 

Yet, instead of Jo, Arizona is telling him this. He should be sharing this moment with her. It should have been a happy one. Instead, the mother of his child looks at him with fear in her eyes as she remembers the night that he broke everything with his fists. He knows that she'll never look at him the same way. He knows that she worries that what he did to DeLuca, he could do to her and their baby. Despite how Alex knows he could never lay a finger on them. Jo doesn't know that. She doesn't trust that. Why should she? 

His entire world has gone to shit and this time, he doesn't know how to fix it. 

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A few days later, Alex gets a chance to talk to Jo for the first time since he found out she was pregnant. In the storage room of the ER, she's tucked away. He finds her hiding out between the storage shelves. She sits on the floor with her little note cards, studying for her boards. He used to quiz her and he knows Callie gave her, her note cards to study. If his math is right, her due date is in June, just after the boards. He hopes this doesn't throw off her chances of taking them. 

He watches her for a moment. She holds her stomach with one hand and munches on a few crackers as she reads the note cards in front of her. He also notes the changes in her body. Her cheeks are fuller, as are her breasts. Her hair shines and her skin glows. Yet, her eyes look weary. She takes a moment to lean her head back against the wall, closing her eyes.

As he leans forward to get a better look at her, he brushes against the box of gauze pads and topples a few of them over. Jo looks up to see him and quickly gets up. She avoids eye contact with him as she goes to walk past him, but he reaches out for her arm.

“Jo.”

She pauses and slowly turns around as her eyes glance up to catch him. His lips part, he doesn't know what to say next. He knows what he wants to say, what he wants to do. He wants to take it all back, to pull her into his arms and kiss her. He wants to celebrate their baby, but he knows she won't let him do that now.

His eyes go down to her waist. He doesn't see a bump under her blue scrub shirt. She's not that far along, but she has her hand protectively over their baby.

“Arizona told me, about, about the baby and, and everything,” Alex says, tripping over his words like he tripped over his feet. “Are you doing okay?”

“No, Alex, I'm,” Jo just shakes her head as she looks up to the ceiling, her eyes sparkling with tears before she lets out a sigh. “Look, I'm fine, okay. The baby is healthy. You don't have to worry about us.”

She rushes to go past him and he reaches out to grab her arm. It's something they've done before and usually, Jo will let him pull her in. He'll kiss her cheek and a smile will spread across her lips, but not now, not today. Instead, Jo reacts with shock. She pulls back in surprise and takes a step away from him.

“I'm sorry,” Alex says, immediately letting her go as he doesn't want to push her boundaries. “Just, if you need anything, crackers, or that boxed mac and cheese you like, or if you need anything in the middle of the night….”

“What, you're going to drive all the way down from Meredith's to hold my hair back while I puke at 4 am?” Jo said with a roll of her eyes, hiding the longing in them.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I?” Alex says because he would. “I know you have an ultrasound next week and I'd like to be there.”

“No, I don't want you there!” Jo says defensively, and her words hurt worse than anything else he's done in the past week. “You left Alex. Then you hurt DeLuca, and you called me trash. I don't want you there. I don't need you right now. That's why I asked Arizona to tell you instead of telling you myself. I know this baby is half yours and I won't keep you from them. But for now, this pregnancy is mine alone and I can handle my pregnancy on my own.”

“But you don't have to, Jo. I can be there for you and I want to be.” 

“I don't want you there, Alex. I don't want you.”

With that, she left him alone and Alex knew now there was no coming back from this. 

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Alex is closing down the clinic again. He hates the 12-hour days when he opens and closes as they are filled with mindless work. He had already made sure that all the laundry was sent out and the new beds were ready. He had put away all the old files and put out new ones for tomorrow’s charts. He also did other little things that he shouldn't be doing as a surgeon, like tidying up after everyone else. Yet, he messed up, so here he is. As he's making sure that the supplies are stocked up, Alex hears the bells on the door jingle as it opens. 

Although he doesn't look up from where he is putting away the packets of gauze and curses himself for forgetting to lock up. “We're closed.”

“I know,” Jo says in a little voice that startles him. 

Alex quickly put all the gauze down on the floor and stood up. He turns around to see her standing in front of him. Her hands are in her pocket and she looks hesitant to be there. 

“Oh hi,” Alex says, not really sure what to say. He figures that since Jo is the one who sought him out, she should do the talking. 

Arizona had told him to wait and let Jo come to him. Although Meredith said that he should talk to her. Alex was inclined to listen to Arizona more. Although Meredith only wants the best for him. He knows that if he pushes Jo, she would retreat further. Meredith mostly worries Jo will keep the baby from him. Alex worries about that too, but Jo said she wouldn't and he trusts her. So he waits for her to come to him and now she has.

Jo looks at him, studying him as if she is looking for something in him. Then she looks down at her bump, rubbing her hand up and down. Alex studies her bump as well. He can't see it as well with her dark t-shirt and green jacket. She hasn't let him see it fully see it as he hasn’t been to one of her appointments. 

“I just wanted you to know that the baby and I are okay, Alex,” Jo says looking down at her bump. “They're growing well and they're in the 80th percentile or something. And we're healthy, both of us are healthy.”

“I know, Arizona gives me an update on them after every appointment,” Alex says with a nod.

“Right, Jo says with a nod as well, looking down at her bump. “I forgot that I asked her to do that. I just thought that after today, you'd want to know.”

“Yeah, thank you. I appreciate it,” Alex nods again, especially after everything from that day. 

They talked a little bit more throughout this case, but this is the first time they're talking about their baby. After hearing Amelia's revelation about her baby and Veronica’s cancer and pregnancy, Alex couldn't help but worry about Jo and their baby. Although he knows they are both fine, hearing it from Jo herself was comforting.

He looks down to where she's cradling her bump and she follows his eyes. She doesn't say anything, just steps up to him and holds out her hand. Alex reaches out and grabs her hand. She takes his hand and guides it to her bump, as she leads his hands over the curve of her belly. 

“It's not much more than a little curve of my stomach. I just noticed it a few days ago. I'm not sure if you can feel it?”

“Yeah, I can,” Alex says with a little smile. “It's nice.”

His eyes glance up at Jo and for a moment, they just stare at each other. There's that familiar tension in the air. He used to feel that tension between them before the first time he kissed her. Tonight reminds him of that night. He wants so badly to lean in and kiss her lips, but they aren't there yet.

“Do you have a recent ultrasound photo?” Alex asks as he looks down at her bump and holds their baby. 

“No, but, why don't we go get one for ourselves?” Jo says as she reaches out to grasp the hand on her bump. Giving it a squeeze, she holds his hand and leads him away. 

Alex immediately smiles, Jo hadn't let him into any of her ultrasounds just yet. He locks up the clinic, although he isn't done closing. This is more important. Jo grasps his hand like a lifeline as she leads the way. He easily follows her through the hospital as they make their way to Arizona on the maternity ward. 

They paused in the doorway to Arizona's office as Jo timidly glanced back at him with a smile. “I want to show Alex our baby.”

This is the first time she's smiled at him since all of this began. 

Arizona excitedly obliged them. Soon enough he's holding Jo's hand and her shoulder as he helps her lay back on the bed. Jo pulls up her shirt and undoes the buttons on her jeans. He realizes she's already in maternity jeans. Arizona gives her a cloth to tuck into her jeans and as she does, he realizes that he's staring at the fullness of her bump. Alex reaches out and puts a hand on her belly. He notes that her little belly button has turned out and his fingers ghost over it. He can't help the smile that seems stuck on his face. He’s been smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. 

However, he soon has to move his hand so they can start up the ultrasound. Arizona starts it in the middle moving around until eventually, she pulls up a side profile of their baby. The sight of his child looking so real on the screen takes his breath away. There's their little nose and head, their little heart fluttering in their chest, their little arms waving around. He barely hears Arizona's words as Alex just stares at the little slope of their little nose. 

He didn't look at the ultrasound like he normally would as a doctor. Sometimes he took care of the babies before they were born on a consult for Arizona. Instead, he looks at them like a father. Alex looks at their heart beating, not counting the beats or looking for defects. He looks at their arms and legs moving and kicking, not measuring their size. He looks at his child. This is his child, his baby, and watching them on the ultrasound was so much more magical than he thought it would be. He couldn't help but tear up. Although he fights to hold them back with everything inside of him, the tears refuse to stop from falling. 

“Oh Alex, don't cry,” Jo says looking up at him with a painful expression. She's holding back tears of her own as his streams down his cheeks and he reaches up to brush them away.

“I'm okay, it's just…” Alex trails off, unable to find the words to describe what he’s feeling. 

“It's okay if this is overwhelming,” Arizona reassures him with a comforting smile.

“Yeah, but if you cry, I'm going to cry,” Jo says, already brushing away the tears that had spilled over onto her cheeks. 

“I'm sorry,” Alex says as he smiles a little. 

“No, don't be, you don't have to apologize for this,” Jo says with a smile of her own as she squeezes his hand and he squeezes it back.

“You're going to be a good father,” Jo whispers, looking up at him as he whips his head up. 

As he looks at her, she just smiles. She meant what she said. Alex wasn't yet sure of that. He didn’t know if he would be a good father. He had the worst role model with his own father and he thought about how angry he got. He still reacted fists first. But he was trying not to. If this whole thing taught him anything, it was that he can't do that anymore. Jo and their baby don't deserve his anger. 

Still, he knew he could let go of his anger and frustration for them. Alex thought about the preemie that pulled out their ET tube for the 20th time that day. How he just shook his head and put another one in. He did give them a little bit of a talking to. He told them how they needed it and it would come out soon enough.

Alex thought about the toddler that bit him last week. He reacted in surprise as he jumped back. The kid just looked up at him with a glare. They didn't like the shots he had to give them. He just cleaned his arm and assured the parents that it was developmentally appropriate. Then he smiled at the kid and gave them a pacifier before he continued with the exam.

Alex thought about how he talked to the teenagers like they were adults. They liked to understand what was happening to them. He told them how it was, but he still gave them stickers. Because they were still kids and they still deserve stickers. 

Alex so desperately wants to be a good father. As he stares at their baby on the screen, he knows they hold his entire heart. He would do anything, become anything for them. He looks over at Jo too, her eyes fixed on the screen and her hand tightly grasping his. He would do anything for her too. Even if she wouldn't marry him and wouldn't tell him why. 

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“I'm married to a man who almost beat me to death.”

That is the second phrase Jo says that changes his life. Although he can't see her face, he knows she's fighting back tears. He can hear it in her voice. They stand together in the elevator as Jo cradles her now prominent baby bump. She's still trying to hide it from everyone, except him. 

“And I can't divorce him, because I ran away from him. And I'm not,” Jo pauses, looking down at her bump. She holds their baby before she shakes her head and continues. “Jo Wilson isn't my real name, it's Brooke Stadler. That's why I couldn't marry you.”

Alex takes a second to take in this revelation. His whole mind swirls around the fact that Jo is married. But she's married to someone who abused her, and she ran away from him. Her real name, Brooke Stadler echoes in his mind. He can't even fathom the thought that she was anyone other than the woman he's known for four years now. 

“You're married,” Alex finally manages to say. 

Jo slowly turned around, facing him. “Yes.”

“And you didn't tell me?”

“I was scared. I…” 

“Scared of what? Did you think I'd get mad? You thought I'd get mad at you for trying to get yourself out…”

“No, not at me, at him. I thought you'd want to kill him and that you'd try something stupid and you'd get hurt or killed or you'd get in trouble and you... you would…”

Jo trails off and he finishes the sentence for her. “Wind up in jail.”

“It might all come out in court tomorrow. I wanted you to hear it from me.”

Alex nods a silent thanks. Then he lets out a deep sigh, letting the weight of what she said settle on his shoulders. They don’t say anything else to each other. Jo turns around to start the elevator again. When the elevator doors open, she gets off. But before the doors close, her hand appears and forces them back open. 

“If I just take off after the trial, if I leave, it's not because of you. It's because my testimony will be a matter of record or whatever. But I don't want you to think that it's you... ever. And I promise it's not because I want to keep you from the baby. We’ll figure out a way for you to see her. I'll call and text you just please keep your number the same.”

As Jo speaks she looks down at her belly and cradles it again. Alex reaches out to put his hand on her belly to cradle their baby girl as well. Jo had let him attend her appointments now and he loved to see their baby grow. She was so big now. At first, neither of them wanted to know the gender, but then at the last minute, they decided to find out. When they found out it was a girl, Jo instantly smiled. While Alex wonders if it's karma coming back around to give him a daughter. 

Jo is so happy to have a daughter and she talks about buying princess dresses, a doll house, a tea set, and getting their baby everything that she didn’t have, but wanted as a little girl. Jo is excited, but Alex is terrified. He knows what it means to be a girl, what she would face in the world from the type of guy he used to be. But then he thinks of having a little girl with pig tales and little pink blankets. He thinks of carrying her on his shoulders and her being a daddy’s girl. He falls even more in love with his daughter and she becomes his whole world. He loves her as much as he loves Jo. It makes him want his family back, his girls. He didn't want to lose them forever.

“I'll find a way that you can see her and she can stay with you sometimes. It'd probably be safer anyway,” Jo said, refusing to meet his eyes as they glistened with tears. “I'll let you know when I go into labor so you can be there, but you’ll have to be careful.”

“Jo please don't go,” Alex begs her, staring into her eyes.

“If he finds me….” Jo whispers, unable to finish her sentence.

“He won't, Jo. I can protect you,” Alex pleads with her.

“You can't,” Jo said, heartbreak in her eyes as she shook her head. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It’s what got us all into this mess.”

Jo's look was so painful, but Alex didn’t blame her for any of this. Sure she kept this secret from him, but it was his actions that created this. He was the reason she slept alone at the loft while he slept at Meredith's. 

“I can't risk him hurting her,” Jo says, as the tears escape the corners of her eyes. “I can't.”

“You won't have to, I'll help you, Jo, I'll protect you both,” Alex pleads with her again, but Jo just shakes her head and steps back. She lets the doors close but he steps forward and opens them. “This is your life. You're Jo Wilson. You belong here.”

Brook Stadler, the name is so foreign to him. As he looks at the woman standing before him, that's not her name. It can't be her name, he knows it. Memories and images of her filter through his mind. He can't attach that name to her. She is Jo Wilson. Who else would she be?

But Jo just shakes her head and leaves.

Despite how he hopes his words and support can convince her to stay, it’s not enough. Alex knows that he can do something else to protect her. This is his last chance to do something to save his family, to save Jo and their daughter. For the sake of Jo and their baby. His life has always been Jo’s but now he’ll do whatever he has to for their daughter too. 

That night he walks into the judge’s office. He has to own up to this mess. He has to face up to the worst mistake he's ever made. He has to make things right and he'll do it now without trying to avoid his guilt. 

To his surprise, however, DeLuca lies to protect Jo from the same thing that he is. Alex isn’t sure how he knows, but he does. DeLuca renounces his statement and vows to do so in court as all of the charges are dropped. 

Afterwards, Alex talks to Andrew and he realizes he should have just talked to him first. If he wants to be a better man for Jo and their daughter, he can't be quick to anger. Especially for his daughter, he doesn't want her to grow up around that, he doesn't want to be that kind of man anymore, so he starts the work to be a better man. 

……………………………………………………………………

Alex walks into the resident’s lounge and looks around to be sure that it was just Jo. She was half dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top. He let his eyes linger on her, from behind he can’t see her round belly. At six months pregnant she was carrying high and big. She was no longer able to hide it and hadn't for a while now. He loves to see her belly grow each day. 

He knows that what he’s about to say might ruin all of that, but she deserves to know. He's also desperate to tell her that she doesn't have to be afraid of him, she shouldn't be.

Alex closes the door, to give them a bit of privacy. “You have a minute?”

Jo whips around in surprise, but relaxes when she sees him. “Did you come to laugh at me again? And just because I'm pregnant with your baby, doesn't mean I can't sleep with someone else!” 

“I know,” Alex nods, cutting her off. “You don't have to make excuses to me.”

Jo nods, as she relaxes her stance and sits back down on the bench, waiting for him to continue.

“You know, I-I found your husband. I hired a guy. I found his name. I looked him up and, and then I went and found him.”

“Oh, my God, Alex,” Jo said, her hands instantly cradling their baby as she takes in his revelation before he continues.

“Look. You didn't ask me to do that, and you, you didn't give me permission to do that, and it was wrong, and I-I'm sorry,” Alex said, fumbling over his words a little too much as his nerves got the better of him.

He had to make things right between them if they were going to raise their baby together. He wants her to trust him again and revealing the truth to her was his first step. 

“And, Jo, I-I swear to God, I could never, ever hurt you or our daughter. My dad, he, he was like your ex. I'm not like that. I'm not like my dad. I mean, I do things that are wrong. I do things that are stupid. But I swear to you I would never hurt you or our baby girl.”

Alex hopes that his words and his actions in the past few months have proven that to her. Jo still cradles her belly, holding their baby safely inside her. Then her hand starts to move up and down in a soothing gesture and he knew she was calming herself as well as their daughter inside her. 

As he stares down at her, he wants to reach his hand out and put a hand on her belly to see if he could feel the baby's kick. He hadn't been able to feel it yet. although Jo had felt it for a few weeks now and even said she kept her up at night. 

“You saw Paul?” Jo asks, standing but not looking at him as she instead stares off to the side. 

“Yes.”

“And you didn't kill him?”

“No, I mean, I thought about it,” Alex said, thinking of all the ways he had imagined killing Paul so that Jo and their daughter would be safe. “but I-I came home instead.”

Because that’s what Jo and their daughter need. They need him to be there for them, to protect them, and care for them. He couldn't do that if he was locked up. And if Paul ever came for Jo, he wants to be right there next to her.

“Okay,” Jo said, taking his word with a simple nod as she got up.

He looks down and resigns to the fact that she’s leaving. He told Jo the truth and she would do with it what she wished, but then to his surprise, she came back to him. She locks the door to the lounge and comes back to stand in front of him. She puts her hands on his neck before she leans in and kisses him. 

It was like their first kiss all over again, full of passion and love. Alex relishes the warmth and the love that came with her lips on his. He melts into her, giving himself to her again and forever. 

Then Jo pulls back and stares at him just for a second. Before she dives back in lips first. It’s then that he knows she has truly forgiven him, that she truly trusts him, and that she loves him. He always knew that she loved him, but he resigned himself to the fact that she was moving on. She had slept with someone else. Yet, now he knows she is as deeply in love with him as he is with her. 

Although he still wants to marry her, he wants to be her husband and to call her his wife, for now, this was enough. This is the life he always wants with her and he was willing to give up a pair of rings and some legal papers if it meant he would always have this.

His hands trail over her waist to her belly as he holds the product of their love in his hand. Then, he feels something, a light flutter, and then something presses against his hand. 

Alex brakes away from Jo's lips just for a second as he looks down at her belly in his hands. “I think I felt her kick.”

“I'm not surprised,” Jo said with a wide smile as she put her hands over his. “She's been kicking up a storm since I kissed you.”

Alex's eyes soften as he pulls down the straps of Jo's tank top until the fabric is around her waist. Once her belly is exposed to him, he leans down and places a light feather kiss on her bump, their baby girl. Jo hums and they both feel their daughter kick his hand again. 

Then Jo runs her fingers through his hair before cupping the back of his neck and pulling him up to her lip. She claims him again and pulls him into her. As they resume their passion, Alex's hands move to her waist holding her hips against him. 

Her lips tell him exactly what she wants as he reads her body like he used to. It feels like the first time in a long time, but he doesn't need to relearn her body, despite the changes. She pushes him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him. His hand moves up her back, going back up to her bra as Jo's hands continue to cradle his face and deeply kiss him. It didn't take long for them to tear off each other's clothes as their bodies met again. 

……………………………………………………………………

In the Afterglow, they lay together on the couch. Jo curls into his side with her head on his shoulder. While Alex traces his fingers across her belly, feeling their baby move under his hand as he smiles. 

“Is Daddy tickling you?” Jo says with a giggle as she puts a hand on her belly and their baby girl kicks and wiggles around inside of her. 

“No, we're playing. You're the one who's ticklish,” Alex says as his fingers trace across her skin, causing her to giggle again. 

Finally, he moves his hand over her belly, caressing it up and down before he settles on the spot where their daughter was kicking. Jo lets out a sigh of contentment as she snuggles closer to him, closing her eyes for a second. Alex squeezes the arm that was around her shoulders, giving her a quick hug. She happily smiles but keeps her eyes closed. Alex could never get tired of how wonderful it felt to hold her as she rests peacefully in his arms.

He realizes then that he knows her now more deeply than he ever had before and she knows him better too. He knows all her secrets and he still loves her. She too had seen the worst of him and she still loves him. Despite everything that has happened between them, they’re here again. The two of them, in each other arms and their baby in between them.

[tatsumi-harem-chronicles]

[1]i just saw a v vivid scene of aira bleeding out in alkaloids arms while the world crashes and burns and disintegrates behind them but they can't care bc aira is dying and what do we do how do we save him but aira has already accepted his fate and is death-monologuing n e ways despite alkaloid trying to tearfully hush him and he manages to stutter out a "i-i loved ( * dies * ) alkaloid sobfests over his cooling corpse and still heart, ofc as i was writing that loved autocorrected to lived lololol He was alive, mere moments before, talking, trying to comfort them, but now he has gone still in Tatsumi's arms. He had gone still, and quiet, when he was just alive Just remembered the alkaloid zombie apocalypse au I'm procrastinating on reading Alkaloid rlly does have a lota good fics huh The alkaloidp in me is happy :>

[anon1]aaaaa

woe suffering be upon asta

[Later]

[1]so ive started reffering to akaloid apocalypse aus as apocaloids bc its catchy, but today in math the thought "alpacocaloids" appeared in my head. and now im thinkin bout a crack treated seriously alpaca apocolyspe au where this takes place 👀

i like this

:D converting to the angst side, at long las

[johnchurch]

Still thinking about how it was the stolen century's erased memories that wound up killing Maureen Miller...how did so many people, including me, miss that during the relistens...shocked to my very core still.

[rozugold]

we have upgraded to 3 tommy variants an a whole lota angst, can you give them all cake?

Just all these silly AUs

[softhorts]

In The Middle | 20: Receipts Whores

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Summary: Y/N and Atsumu have been best friends since they were kids, and it has always been just that- friends. However, when a new and promising rookie sways both their hearts, they may realize deep rooted affections that could change their very own definition of love.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi {Poly! AU}

Genres: Timeskip!Haikyuu, College!AU, crack, humor, fluff, jealousy and angst, childhood friends to lovers, teammates to lovers, Poly!AU

Warnings: crude language, NSFW language and content probably

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[the-irresistible-asmodeus]

first angst post

// idk why but i’m in a small angsty mood so you can have this if you want it// 

// fyi i don’t write angst often because it messes me up too much, but sometimes i might // 

// tw; self-hate, mentioning of suicide, mentioning of self-harm, mention of genitalia and sexual activity//

Asmodeus always told himself was beautiful. It was almost obnoxious, how much he did it. But he told himself it because it was true... Right..? 

It was a normal day at RAD, but... everything went down hill at one point. And for the first time in centuries, Asmodeus was called ugly. And people agreed. 

He doesn’t remember the last time someone called him that. To be viewed as someone unworthy of being looked at it. As if one glance at his face would make your skin melt off. 

He ran away from the RAD grounds, crying with smudged makeup and black tears streaming down his face. 

He hid in another room, cornered, tugging on clumps of his hair and repeating the words; “I’m ugly”, “Everyone hates me” as he cried hard. 

His outfit had light smudges of black from his tears, and at one point he gathered himself, at least for the most part, until he got home. 

Without a second thought, as soon as he walked in through the doors of the House Of Lamentation, he ran off to his room and sobbed into his pillow. 

He kept telling himself he was beautiful... because no one else did. The word ugly was tossed around at him, and it hit him like a bullet every time. But he taught himself to act like a narcissist to hide everything and deny it, even if his brain considered the opposite harshly. 

On his bed there were several crumpled tissues smudged with black, even a pillow he slept with had a mix of clear and black smudges. He practically cried his eyeliner off. 

Lucifer knocked his door after he wouldn’t come down for dinner, or even for his favorite show that appeared on TV last night. 

“Asmodeus? Are you in there?” Lucifer spoke in a concerned voice, but still level-headed. 

Asmodeus picked his head up and put on his happy-go-lucky voice, but it didn’t sound... authentic. He still sounded choked up. 

“Come innn...!” He hiccuped a sob back, drying his eyes again. 

Lucifer opened the door and looked at Asmodeus. His eyes were watery and there was makeup smudges down his cheeks. 

“Asmodeus, did something happen?” Lucifer came closer to him, standing in front of him. 

“No, everything is fi... fine! I’m just reapplying my makeup so I’ll look..” He swallowed as another tear fell down his cheek. “E-Extra gorgeous..!!” 

Lucifer was genuinely worried for the younger brother. In all the years they knew each other, he never knew Asmo felt this way. 

“Asmo, something is clearly bothering you. You can tell me.” Lucifer looked at his brother’s crumpled up state, and it felt like his own heart was breaking at the sight.

Asmodeus’ fake smiled quickly changed to a frown as he squeezed his eyes tight, but it didn’t stop the tears in the slightest. He hiccuped a sob, until... 

“I... I can’t keep up this charade anymore!!” He shouted, tears flowing down his face as he bursted into sobs again.

Lucifer’s eyes widened at Asmo’s sudden burst of emotion. “What charade?” He asked. 

“Lucifer, I’m ugly!! No one wants to be around me!!” Asmodeus shouted again, clutching a pillow to his chest to muffle his loud sobbing. 

“Asmodeus, you are not, ugly.” Lucifer stated pressing a hand on Asmodeus’ back. 

“Yes, I am! The only reason I go out to parties is because I’m only called loved and beautiful! No one here cares about my well-being! It’s all, “oh, he’s just a narcissistic jerk who wears too much damn makeup!” But you know what?! I wear makeup to try and make myself look nice because I look like a mess underneath! It took me MILLENNIA to get the courage to look myself in the mirror!” He rambled as tears stung his eyes as they continued to fall.

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to him, remembering what life was like when they first became demons. 

He kept an eye on Mammon to keep him from overspending and stealing.

Levi from summoning Lotan and trying to get him outside.

Satan and his anger. 

Beel and eating everything. 

And Belphegor with oversleeping.

He never paid nearly as much attention to Asmo, and none of the brothers wanted to be bothered with Asmodeus and his interests. So it now struck him as common sense as to why the fifth brother left so often and didn’t come home until everyone was asleep. 

“Asmodeus, I was not aware you felt like this for so long..” Lucifer almost felt his pride crumble just enough to want to give Asmodeus a hug of support as well as an apology. 

“No one ever is,” Asmodeus spoke, wiping his eye with a tissue as his sobbing calmed down for him to talk normally. “I’m just known as the sex fiend who will suck a dick or lick someone’s vagina just to be praised, and appreciated. Just to get praise, I have to fuck someone or do something sexual! Do you UNDERSTAND that feeling?!” His hands formed claws, and he looked almost angry, more at himself than anything.

Lucifer was always complimented, and his ego fed off it like a hungry wolf devouring a delicious rabbit or other form of prey. He never viewed himself as unworthy like Asmodeus has hidden for who knows long.

He sat down next to Asmodeus, looking down at the floor as his brother sniffled as he started crying again. 

“I’ve had days so bad I wanted to take my own life..” Asmodeus said softly as two tears raced down both cheeks at the same time. 

Lucifer turned to Asmo, eyes widened again, even more worried. “When was this?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Asmodeus said, turning his head away. “All my narcissism means I’m capable of handling myself, nothing is ever wrong with Asmo, he’s fine, all the time I’m just some whore who doesn’t need real love!” He rambled again, but was cut off by Lucifer. 

“Asmodeus, answer the question! When did these feelings happen?” He placed his hands on Asmodeus’ shoulders, mind frazzled at the thought of losing one of his brothers. He’s lost someone before, he doesn’t want to experience it again. 

“Years, Lucifer.... many, many years. Why do you think almost all my outfits are long sleeved?” Asmodeus looked at his long sleeved outfit. 

“You.. you harm yourself?!” Lucifer felt like he was gonna panic soon. He never expected this. He could never expect something like this.

“Not in a long time, but I come super close... I drew broken hearts on my arms to try to get the feelings out.” Asmodeus rolled up a sleeve and showed some of the several black broken hearts he drew on a portion of his forearm. 

Lucifer held Asmo’s arm with a gloved hand, looking at the several hearts that he could see. He pulled Asmo’s sleeve down again and patted it. 

“At least you’re not hurting yourself, Asmo. But I want you to listen to me for a minute.” Lucifer spoke almost.. calmly. 

Asmodeus looked Lucifer in the eyes, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes that he would never show.

“I hide my feelings all the time as well, Asmo. Your passion and confidence sounded so genuine I thought it was real. Now that I’m aware of how you’ve really been feeling, I’m going to tell you this. You are not ugly, with or without makeup. You’re a great demon, you care for everyone around you. That itself, is beauty above anything else.”

“Y-You really think so? What about the times you threatened me and things like that? Am I really still cared about by you?” Asmodeus glanced off to the side until he looked at Lucifer again.  

“Listen, I say a lot of things in anger that I don’t genuinely mean. I will admit that I can get ahead of myself and I can hurt someone without actually meaning to, and I apologize. But I genuinely think you’re an amazing brother.” 

Asmodeus nodded, fiddling with his hands now. “I don’t know how I can convince myself that sometimes...”

“Well, confidence takes time. I can teach you some genuine confidence techniques I taught myself. Would you like that?” Lucifer asked.

Asmodeus smiled. A genuine smile. “Yes. Yes, I would. Thank you, Lucifer.”

// can we get some hugs and praise for asmo now ;w; //

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Class Action Park

“Gene was effectively kicked off of Wall street. So he did what anybody in this situation would do... buy up two ski resorts in Vernon, New Jersey.” That’s how I deal with all my career-related angst 

“Gene turned to his old buddy Bob Brennan, always there to find cash or investors any time Gene had a wild new idea” bdjdjjfkdbf find u a friend like Bob, I guess?

“Who we got? How about these teenage employees” oh NOOO

If your employer makes you call him Uncle maybe that’s a warning sign 

Gene giving his teen employees $100 every time he puts their lives in unparalleled danger has a similar energy as my dad giving me $5 when I was sad but 150 million times worse 

You know, if they had advertised the slide as a slide that could bite you like a shark, they might’ve been able to play off the teeth thing in their stride (in any case Slidey McBitey did not slow them down?)

“You couldn’t go down the canonball loop if you were too small, you couldn’t go down if you were too big” the Goldilocks of Dangerous Water Park Features

The way that everyone in this documentary says ‘water’ as ‘worder’ is very Jersey

I mean it absolutely doesn’t surprise me that there were no engineers involved in this but wow that’s a choice

The animations in this documentary in place of stock footage are truly on another level:

The accompanying dialogue to these images: People who Six Flags or Disney wanted nothing to do with; these guys would literally track Gene down at amusement industry conventions. You can tell these guys went and did bumps of coke and went just [unintelligentible] fuckin’ let’s just drill a slide right in the fuckin’ middle of the mountain and it’ll shoot ‘em 20 feet in the fuckin’ air--

“It was not fit for a safe ride by the average person in public” you don’t say, Bob Krauhlik, Head Lifeguard

I mean those like... bubbles for people to roll around in exist? Why couldn’t Gene have invested money in developing those in the seventies and just had people go down a very slight hill? Must EVERYTHING in this park be a deathtrap

The fact the Ball Man (presumably) survived the ride collapse, the freeway, and falling into a swamp,,, invincible

“We started sending employees off of [the airborne slide]” These guys really needed a union

“He’s gone on to lead a normal life” jhfkjhkjf the disclaimer

Honestly a built-in bidet/lota situation in a water slide doesn’t sound bad

Gene fulfilling my lifelong dream to get to lay on the baggage rollers at an airport

“The Aqua Skoot was also home to a thriving bee nest” I hope the bees were okay!!

“You’re probably concussed, and you have like a hundred and fifty people from New Jersey just being like ‘Pussy! You fuckin’ bitch!” this sounds in line with everything I know about New Jersey

“No lifeguard every blew a whistle and was like, ‘Hey stop chanting the word ‘pussy’ at this injured, bleeding person’“ I would pay money to see any lifeguard I know say that

Bob Krauhlik said: The first rule of Action Park is we don’t talk about our suppressed traumatic memories of Action Park

“Just literally imagine teenagers you know right now opening an amusement park” As someone who knows MANY teenagers this scenario sounds terrifying

“I was a good girl, so I wasn’t really involved in much of the shenanigans that took place” if u say so Faith

“I may have attended one [party]” HA I knew it 

This cattleprod story reminds me in a horrible way of a Paris Metro authority memory but long story short people will try to attack you physically if they think u cheated a $3 ticket; capitalism warps the brain

“But if we’re so bad, why don’t they just make a new town?” I’ve never heard a whiter sentence in my life

“He was a cool dude” [cut to] “I think he was a piece of shit” POETIC CINEMA

Gene annoying the state of New Jersey into relinquishing their land... incredible 

“Gene was free from the pesky state of New Jersey” is that what it says on the sign when you cross state lines into Pennsylvania 

“It might’ve attracted a more, say, working class clientele” ah the water park class divide

I don’t know what kind of mindset for just bodily-functioning all over the pool but I hope I never reach that point 

You really should need a sobriety test to operate anything motorized I think they could’ve made thousands on a Go-Kart breathalyzer

“It had a top speed of over 60 miles an hour, it was worth it” said Ed the Park Operations Manager, about driving a go-kart on the highway

“Action Park had full-on, Miami Vice-grade speed boats, where riders regularly tempted fate by treating them like bumper boats, a common action, that would send many a guest tumbling into a pond murky from leaked gas and oil, and known by employees to be infested with snakes” Somehow that sentence got worse and worse with time

The guy who literally crushed another person with his boat and then moved to the next ride: I pretend I did not do it

“He wound up getting getting ejected from the park” they said, about a person literally attempting to set other patrons on fire:

Bob the Lifeguard really speaks with way too much fondness in his voice of trying to throw carts on top of people sliding down a fibreglass and concrete slide

“On an an average day, you would have 50 to 100 people injured” the 80s were a lawless time 

“Gene Mulvihill had a vision of a place where there were no rules - something between Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies” strike that this is the whitest sentence I’ve ever heard

HAHAHAHA I can’t believe the lawyer is now explaining Action Park with the argument that the 80s were a lawless time

“[D*nald Tr*mp] realized it was too wild, too nuts even for him” kjghkgjhkg this comment aged poorly 

The audacity of this man to blatantly exhaust everyone into submission

Kayaks did nothing to deserve being associated with electrocuting water park attendees 

Every time I think this documentary can’t get worse they introduce a new concept like The Death Zone at the Grave Pool 

“They expected to drown at the Action Park Wave Pool“ DID THEY, BOB? DID THEY REALLY?

“Nobody should ever be the second person to die in a wave pool, you know why? ‘Cause after the first person dies in a wave pool, close the fuckin’ wave pool!” Chris the Comedian has summed up this entire documentary in two sentences 

This documentary has intentionally saved the worst for last this whole interview with the family of the (first) deceased is deeply upsetting 

The Wave Pool death happened a week before the Kayak death??? THEY DIDN’T EVEN CLOSE FOR A WEEK???????

“Its time came and went” IS THERE EVER A TIME FOR A WATERPARK WHICH KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE 

Weird that the woman whom Gene got fired from her job and who deposed him became his friend

“Was he a villain or a victor” I think that’s a false dichotomy you can be victorious at villainy 

“The spirit of Action Park lives on today in the Fyre Festival” Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember Fyre Fest killing anyone

“Fyre Festival’s bullshit, man. Gene gave you everything he fuckin’ promised you” grievous injury???

There’s also something weirdly poetic about the name of the park going back and forth from Mountain Creek to Action Park and vice versa every few years 

I’m gonna leave off with this not: Not a single visible minority was interviewed for this documentary as a park attendee or employee and while that’s probably more a product of selection bias and New Jersey it’s also all the argument you need for diversity in any field. Diversity of thought and culture does not a loop-de-loop-death trap make 

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Spencer Reid x semi verbal Autistic teen reader

Request from Ao3

Request: Could you also do a request of a semi verbal autistic/adhd teen with Spencer? They are smart and like talking to Spencer about their special interests? I don't mind how they are related, but it would be really nice.

Summary: The team arw on a case and Spencer needs to get some information from a teen but doesn't know how to start it so he starts talking to the teen about his special interests

Third person pov...

The team were currently out on a case it was a messy one, a family had been murdered both the parents and the younger siblings, the only person left was the eldest child, Y/N L/N.

When the police arrived after being called by the neighbours, they found the teen knelt next to the bodied of his family rocking back and forth in a trance, he was holding something in his hands which was a toy dinosaur covered in blodd, it was his younger brothers favourite toy and one of Y/Ns special interests.

Y/N is autistic and semi-verbal (Semi-Verbal is a term used to describe people who are between full-verbal and non-verbal  Semi verbal is still having some access to verbal speech but being restricted in some way.) So it was difficult for the officers to get him out of the house and to the police station.

Since they found him kneeling in the blood of his family Y/N hasn't spoken a word to anyone, the teen was currently sat in an empty office in the police station.

The teen was pacing around the room still holding onto the dinosaur, when the officers tried to take the Dinosaur off him as it was covered in his baby brothers blood the teen freaked out and had a meltdown so they didn't take it off him.

A couple of hours later the FBI arrived to profile the Unsub and to also see the witness, Hotch saw the teen body language, from the file he already knew the teen was autistic.

Based on those facts he picked the perfect person from his team to go and ask the teen some questions and that person was their own resident genius Spencer Reid.

Spencer eyed the teen with curiosity. He knew that getting the information he need was going to be a challenge and that he needed to think outside of the box.

As he watched the teen from outside the room, he noticed that he seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands and looked like he had an affinity for it.

Spencer took a breath and stepped through the door, he watches as thw teen stops his pacing but doesn't make an eye contact.

Spencer steps closer to the teen but not to close he knows how much he likes his personal space, the Dr then asks his question "Hey, what is that you're holding?"

The teen looked up at him for a moment, confusion evident on his face. He was semi-verbal, Spencer knew, and being Autistic made communication even more difficult.

Spencer felt for the boy, knowing how hard it must be for him to communicate. He decided to try a different tack, gesturing to the object the teen was holding and stating, "I'm interested in what you have there; can you tell me more about it?"

At this, a smile slowly spread across the boy's face and he eagerly started to talk about the dinosaur he was hanging on to.

He spoke quickly, but Spencer was able to piece together the story behind the toy dinosaur.

Not only did Spencer get the information he was looking for, but he also learned more about the teen's special interests.

He realized that having an understanding and compassionate ear could go a long way with someone who struggled with communication.

"He's my brother favourite dinosaur, Alfie always let me hold him knowing thay he comforts me" says the teen not realising how much he had spoken in such little time.

Spencer was nodding along with everything he was saying which gave the teen courage to keep talking. "Thank you for telling me about him" says Spencer.

"Actually I have another question, if you don't mind" Says Spencer, Y/N goes quiet and looks down at the dinosaur clutched in his hand, the teen nods his head ans Spencer takes that as a yes.

Spencer watches how the teens body language changes, he goes back to the quiet traumatised teen from before. "I was hoping you could tell me about the person who killed your family?" He asked knowing it was a delicate subject.

Y/N swallows and clutches the dinosaur tightly so tight he almost made himself bleed, the teen Continues to look at the dinosaur before speaking.

"It was supposed to be a calm night, mum and dad where late getting home, so I was babysitting Alfie. We were playing Dinosaurs in the living room, I was busy telling Alfie all about the Dinosaurs before someone knocks at the doors, we didn't answer because it wasny mum or dad" Says thr quiet teen a tremble in his voice.

The fidgets with the Dinosaur in his hands before continuing, Spencer wasn't planning to rush him into it. "Then it went quiet, we went back to playing and then the door was unlocked, mum and dad were home, I remember Alfie running out of the room to greet them, I stayed behind and waited"

Y/N paused to take a deep breath, the next part still scared him as he remembers everything that happened to his family. "Then I heard someone behind me, i thought it was Alfie but I was wrong, when I turned around it saw a intruder, it wasn't mum or dad, but a man he was tall and very angry, he grabbed me abs held a knife to my throat, I remember being dragged outside and into the kit hen were my family were."

Spencer watches as Y/N sniffs and whines his eyes quickly hands shaking. "He theb told them to do as he says or he would kill me, Alfie was scares he started crying, the man then took all of us to the living room, then he killed them all, not me I don't knke why he left me alive, I wish he didn't" Y/N finishes his story with a sob as he falls to the floor.

The teen the begins to rock back and forth trying desperately to comfort himself and stop crying but nothing worked. Spencer quietly slips out of the room and back to his team to tell them what he know about the Unsub.

Hours later the team successfully find the Unsub as he was targeting another family similar to the L/Ns, when they arrive back at the station Spencer is ambushed by Y/N hugging him.

The teen was crying as he thanked the Dr fir finding the perosn responsible for killing his family, Spencer hugged the young boy back just as tight.

Before the team left for Virginia Y/N surprised Spencer by giving him the dinosaur he was holding, when he was asked why he said "because you found the killer responsible, my brother is abke to be put to rest now he has been avenged" he said this made Spencer tear up he took the toy and kept it safe.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes as usual, also so sorry for not updating for a while.

Request are open!

Word count: 1280

[ao3feed-whizzerxmarvin]

Waiting

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2F2SxgL

by Whizzer_going_down_to_Florida

Marvin watched as Whizzer went through certain stages. Watching painfully as his emotions shifted throughout his final weeks.

Words: 1111, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Falsettos - Lapine/Finn (Broadway Cast) RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Whizzer Brown, Marvin (Falsettos), Jason (Mentioned), Cordelia (Mentioned), Mendel (Mentioned), Dr. Charlotte (mentioned)

Relationships: Whizzer Brown/Marvin

Additional Tags: Angst, Lota of it, A little fluff in the beginning, aids/hiv, Lots of tears, I cried while writing this

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[ao3feed-byeler]

Cherries & Sunflowers

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by sleepykittystudios

A bunch of Stranger Things relationship stuff!! Mostly headcanons, lota Jane/Will/Mike. You can suggest things if you want!

Words: 98, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers

Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: i cant believe there isnt a jane/will/mike tag, also most of this is fluff?, maybe some angst later, no Nsfw, bc i cant do that w these guys

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[kryptsune]

Doubt {WTU Frisk X Sans mini drabble}

So as you can see I got an anon ask to do a writing prompt which I adore doing especially if it’s shippy stuff like this. These two are my pride and joy <3 I am such a sap RIP. I love my floof This is a mini angst drabble with Red and Frisk that was requested. I am more than happy to do more of these if you all enjoy my writing just toss it into my ask box. @riskyredfontaine 

~**SELF DOUBT PROMPT**~

~“I’ve made a lota mistakes sweetheart and you ain't one em.”~

Frisk had been with him for a couple months now. The skeleton she had once desperately tried to escape had trapped more than just her this time. He stole her heart. Once the barrier was down he had been his usual self except that changed when they returned to the comfort of their Snowdin home. Boss had already picked up on it causing a rather flustered scene at dinner one evening. The day had started just like any other. Frisk had been helping him with making the batter for the pancakes when he asked her if she was seeing any humans on the surface. Her response was just to shake her head and stare into the bowl of dry ingredients. The humans thought she was nothing but a messed up young girl. She lived with monsters, had monster friends, and was the adoptive daughter of one. To them it was unnatural and something that clearly made her sick in the mind. They were under the impression that she had some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

After a few moments of silence, the eldest skeleton brother added another word to the mix, “I SEE. PERHAPS A MONSTER THEN?” The question caught her off guard as she looked at him only to flush and continuing with her stirring. She was about to open her mouth when she heard a yawn from behind her accompanied by a familiar voice, “Mornin all.” She spoke up turning around with a smile, “Good morning Sans.” The younger gave her a raised eyebrow bone in question, “Yer pretty chipper this mornin ain'tcha?” Boss was looking at the two out of the corner of his eye socket in curiosity. He had already finished the batter but he pretended to look busy.

Frisk just shook her head gently, “What do you mean I am always like this.” He had his head gently resting in the hand he had propped up on the table with his elbow. He was just watching her with his red eye lights a little bit brighter in color than normal and a lazy grin on his face. Ever since that day he had been a nonstop flirt with her and now was probably no exception. It felt a little awkward though considering his brother was right next to her. A brother by all intensive purposes that could end them both if he really wanted to. He leaned a little forward on the counter, “Well guess ya got me there doll. Kinda hard not ta notice yer lack of energy lately.”

Frisk blinked in confusion and surprise as her smile faded from her lips. She supposed that she had felt rather distant lately but that was not anyone's fault but her own. She did not want to make anything complicated for them. They were her friends and family and her feelings were of no importance. She knew or rather hoped desperately that the feeling would pass. She looked at him with an expression that could only be one of pain and smiled, “I’m sorry I will work on that. There has been a lot of things on my mind.” She could feel his eye lights boring into the back of her skull as she turned to finish her breakfast duties with Boss.

Sans did not say a word as they all ate their breakfast in peace. It was the usual delicious spread with juices, and pancakes, some fruits, and toppings. When the Fontaine family had meals it was truly five star. In Boss’ book, it was beyond that which she could not blame him for in the slightest. He was still head of the Royal guard though it was not used as much anymore. He had looked into starting his own career on the surface or at the very least, and she was quoting here ‘that the humans deserved to try something rather than the slop they called food.’ She would not know as she had stayed in the Underworld long after the barrier had come down. She quickly helped with dishes only to begin the ascent to her room. The peaceful quiet was interrupted when she finally made it inside her room and shut the door.

She felt that familiar tingle of magic just behind her as a pair of skeletal arms came to wrap around her waist causing her to fall back into a ribcage. One that she had been quite familiar with. He was a little taller than her just enough to rest his chin on her head as she felt his fingers wandering. Why did he insist on doing this? It only made it that much harder on her, “Heya kitten thought ya might wanna spend tha rest of tha day with me~” She felt a knot forming in her stomach, “Sans p..please.” He nearly purred in her ear like some kind of predatory cat. She could feel his warm breath tickling the back of her neck and ear as he spoke, “Please what kitten. Tell me what ya want.~” He nipped at her jaw lightly with those sharp teeth as she pulled away cheeks flushed turning to look at him, “Sans don’t do that kind of stuff!”

The skeleton had her in his grasp. He could feel her slowly melting against his small ministrations before she forcefully pushed him away which only left him looking at her in confusion. He could see that light rose that dusted her cheeks as she yelled at him. He was confused. He thought she liked his teasing which even though her mouth said otherwise he knew too well how her body betrayed those signs. He slowly shifted his weight to his one foot placing his hand partially inside the pocket of his black pants so the thumb still peaked out. The deep maroon belt he wore made a small jingling sound as he did so, “Thought ya enjoyed it.”

Frisk shook her head emphatically holding back the emotions that were trying to force their way out of her. Her lip was trembling. She had to keep telling herself that the feeling would pass that her friendship was just that, a friendship. He took a step forward towards her only for her to try and mirror him with a step back. Her body wouldn’t move, “I….I can’t.” She nearly choked on the words as his hands came to rest on her arms gently, “Talk ta me.” She couldn’t look at him it was too much. The humans were right, maybe she really was a freak. She was in love with her best friend. She had been for a while and when he did those kinds of things she felt it but to him, it was only a joke. A way to tease her and cause her to squirm. Even after their horrid encounter at his sentry afterwards, he had played the same game just to fluster her. It was cruel in its own way but he would not have known that “Frisk look at me.” When she refused to do as he asked his hand came up to take a hold of her chin and gently turn it to look at him. What he saw was a deep-seated pain hidden within the depths of those gemstone like eyes. The way her lip trembled as he closed the space between them. She was driving him mad but the look on her face told him something else was wrong. She had never complained about his advances before so why now. That’s when she spoke up with her trembling lips and choked words, “It’s just a game to you. It always has been...” He felt his hands slipping from her to rest on her hips rubbing small circles there which made her tense he could feel it, “Ya think how I feels a game?” Frisk shook her head as her hand came up to wipe at her eyes, “You do that with everyone it’s just a joke to you. It’s… not to me.” She had said it. It had taken her months perhaps longer to admit it. She may have been through so much during her time in the Underworld but she was still a fragile human girl with an easily broken heart.

He didn’t stop his small touches as her stiff posture eased. It felt good and it wasn’t invasive in any way just soothing and calming. The tension returned as he spoke, “Ya really think that after all, you’ve done? That yer just some kinda mere human ta me still?” Frisk sighed painfully and closed her eyes, “I don’t know… should I Sans?” All she heard from his was a resounding ‘NO’ which sounded much angrier in tone than usual. She gently opened her eyes to look at him. His eyebrow bones were furrowed, shark-like teeth gritted together. He was pissed off and she had made him that way. She cursed her inability to say the right thing around him at any point in time. His expression softened before he looked off to the side scratching the back of his skull, “I shouldn blame ya. I know how I come off but no it ain't justa game.” He looked back up at her flicking those red eyelights her direction but never actually moving his head.

She couldn’t feel his hands rubbing her anymore but she could still feel their weight on the hem of her top, “What are you trying to say, Sans?” She finally had the courage to place her hand gently on his shoulder. He raised his head to stare at her for a moment, “Sayin ya ain't like anyone else kitten.” She flushed at the comment. Did he...like her? All she could do was watch him carefully, “Sans...I… have.” She sighed softly before she mustered but the courage, “I have feelings for you. I know your teasing but it...it hurts to have you act that way and not feel the same. I’m sorry. You are my best friend and I don’t want to ruin that. We have been through so much together and I treasure you above all else.” She had never seen his eye sockets widen so much before. The expression only lasted for a moment when his mouth curled up in a sharp-toothed smirk, “Good thing I feel tha same way bout you sweetheart.” She could see those half-lidded eye sockets burning with the bright red as he looked at her.

She blinked in flushed surprise only to be met with a deep long and passionate skeletal kiss. Sans had never once attempted to kiss her before. His thing was the more handsy approach which he continued to do as he pulled her against him. She never would have thought in a million years that he would see anything in her that would warrant such a reaction but here he was holding her as if he was afraid if he didn’t she might disappear entirely.

That night as they sat down for dinner the both of them were quiet. It was like a weight was lifted so that she no longer felt as though she needed to hide anything. Her energy had changed a great deal since that morning with a soft smile on her face. Sans seemed just as relaxed as simple accidents during the making of dinner would cause him to tease her as she flushed. They already acted like a couple before they even knew it since Boss had his suspicions. Not that they would admit to it. They had been avoiding each other for months. The silence was broken when Boss spoke up which was not uncommon for him to do but Frisk had been halfway into chewing before, “WOULD YOU TWO JUST GO MAKE OUT ALREADY?” Frisk choked and sputtered as she pushed her plate away to reach for a glass of water. Once she downed the contents she realized Sans eye sockets were empty of all light, “P...Papyrus why would you-” The taller skeleton cut her off before she could finish, “BECAUSE YOU TWO FAWN OVER EACH OTHER INCESSANTLY AND YET NEVER DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. IT IS DISTRACTING.” Frisk looked to the hollow socketed skeleton who looked like he had just been slapped before those red light like eyes returned to blink a few times. Frisk thought it best to speak for him, “We… w...what?” Boss tapped his finger on the island making a slight scraping sound of bone upon granite, “ANYONE WITH EYES CAN TELL. SO ARE YOU FINISHED PLAYING GAMES OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO CONTINUE THIS POOR JOB AT HIDING YOUR FEELINGS?”  She was not entirely sure if that was directed to her or Sans but the look on his face said it all. She spoke once more, “Papyrus… that’s not up to-” She was cut off once again but this time by Sans, “Heh. That obvious? Answers yes Pap.” Papyrus looked relatively pleased by this as Frisk just looked at him in shock. If Boss knew about this then everyone else did too. How embarrassing.

That night she had admitted to her feelings right there and that would lead her to the present day in which they had been dating for nearly half a year. Even in this short time period, she began to feel self-doubt. She trusted him, spent time with him, and most of all loved him. He treated her like a treasure in and outside of the house practically showing off his doll. He called her sweet pet names and took her places where they could just enjoy each others company. She noticed he also had grown into the overprotective role over the first few weeks. He nearly sucker punched Asriel into a wall when her sibling expressed his dislike that she had chosen Sans. Who did not help with his taunting. She ended up separating the two as they glared at each other from across the room.

Her parents had given her the talk which Asgore could not believe he was having with her. He was not a fan of Sans either which confused her considering he trusted him implicitly before. It must have been a dad thing. Either way the more she thought about it the more her heart sank. She found herself at home bundled up in a blanket on the couch staring at the pages of a book that she was not even reading. These last few months were the happiest of her life and yet there was more doubt creeping into her mind. She could feel a sadness trying to take a hold of her as she lifelessly starred at the collection of letters.

Sans had sensed the change in her for a week or so now. She smiled at him but not the way she used to. She acted like she was present but was not at the same time. It was starting to concern him. He walked out from the kitchen with two mugs in his hands. He had made hot chocolate for them both since they were being snowed in, puns aside. He set the first on the table and the second he held out to her, “Here ya go sweetheart. Watcha readin?” Her eyes finally lifted themselves from the useless collection of bound paper in her hands to look at him. She closed the book and set it down on the coffee table only to gingerly take the cup from his hands, “I was not really focused, to be honest.” She pressed the warm mug to her lips and took a sip as he came to sit on the floor next to her to grab his own mug. They had made a habit of this when they were not going out. It was nice to just relax and curl up. He had even taken up his bright cobalt round-rimmed glasses again when he read. At first, he had been using tape to keep them on his face but now he used his own magic instead causing the blue framework to glow purple in a few spots since his magic mixed with the frame color.

Frisk was still staring into some unknown headspace as she sipped her chocolatey drink, “Sans we need to talk.” She had become a little bolder since they had been together. He must have been rubbing off on her. She heard the cup clatter on the table as he turned to look at her and take off his glasses, “Whats goin on sweetheart?” She turned her head to look at him before she stared into her mug hands shaking, “Sans I think…” He rested his hand over the top hers squeezing firmly, “Don't ya say what I think yer goin ta say.” Her eyes slowly traveled from their hands to his face. He did not usually show emotion well but every since that day six months ago he had been more open. The look on his face was one that was enough to break her heart. She wanted to be with him more than anything but the more she thought about it the more her heart sank, “Sans...I… don't know what to do.” His expression never faltered as he moved to place his hand gently on her head, “What do ya mean sweetheart? Did someone hurt ya cause they are goin to fuckin pay if that's what happened!” She shook her head gently eyes filling with tears. She could barely see as her eyes glazed over with water, “I don't want to hurt you.”

She was trying to hold it together and as soon as she blinked the tears slipped down her cheeks. It was unnatural to have a monster and human be a couple. One of the main reasons was that their concept of a significant other was much deeper than just a marriage vow. It was a soul bond. Her lifespan and his lifespan were so different meaning he would continue on with his life with only half a soul. The pain would be unbearable if he had to live that way. She was also afraid that he would become bored of her in all that time as she aged. She was pretty and cute now but what about 10...20….30 years from now? Wasn’t it better to spare him that suffering?

Sans was confused as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks. She was in so much pain and he had not noticed. What kind of boyfriend was he if she couldn’t confide in him? He raised his hand to wipe those tears away. When had he grown so soft? Granted he was still the same skeleton that he was before with everyone else but when he was alone with her. It was different, “Hey whatcha talkin about sweetheart? Don't cry.” He wanted her to just tell him what was wrong because he could see and feel that her soul was quaking within that ribcage of hers, “Talk ta me.”  

Frisk sniffled lightly as he placed his hand on her cheek, “I can’t have you suffer because...because of what I am. It’s better if I spare you that. I am just a human Sans I am not special I a-” She saw his neutral face downturn in a frown, “What the fuck are ya sayin Frisk? I don’t think that bout ya at all.” She interject herself now in a single moment in which she lost self control, “Sans I am going to die and...and leave you all alone! You are a monster my life is so short compared to yours! What happens when I grow older will you still look at me the same way or… or….” She felt her throat tightening as she forced the words from her mouth, “Are you going to find someone else…” The tears were now an open floodgate as she stifled her crying with words. He had been and was a notorious flirt. He had been with so many monsters that she was afraid he would one day just be bored of her, “I can’t bare it. I can’t put you through that. I love you more than anything. It’s better if...if…”

Ouch. He knew his reputation but this was different. That was during a time that he had nothing to hold on to, someone to hold on to. That explained why she had been so distant lately. He had to explain himself before she up and left in a sobbing mess. He knew her better than anyone. He always had in a way and he knew that if he remained silent that would cause her to think that her fears were possible, “Frisk ya don't think I don't know about this? I still wanna be with ya. It's one of tha reasons it took me so damn long. I love you, that will never change and don't think that just cause you'll change that it'll be different. It's different fer monsters. Its my soul. Yer ma soulmate Frisk so please don't say stuff like that. I ain't goin ta let ya just walk away.” He stood up and came to sit on the couch and pull her into his lap and just rub her back as she buried her face into the warm black turtleneck that he wore, “I’ve made a lota mistakes sweetheart and you ain't one em.”

Frisk just stayed there in his lap as she sniffled and let out all the held emotion she had for over a few weeks now. She just wanted to curl up and stay there for the rest of her life but she lifted her head cheeks a light pink, “I couldn’t bare it if I was with anyone else. It would put a hole in my soul.” She felt fingers running through her hair playing with it gently. Those concerns were nothing to him and they shouldn't be to her either. He felt her relax in his arms before she replied softly, “I’m sorry.” She would, of course, apologize for thinking such horrible things and having these doubts and yet he never scolded her for it. She was content to stay here before he spoke, “Don't be sorry kitten but know that those fears ain't ever gonna happen alright?” She smiled gently with a look in her eyes that were filled with all the love in the world. He chose her and he knew. He loved her and she, him. They had been through so much and even if hard times came back to the two it would not change a thing. She kissed his cheek gently before whispering softly, “I know.”

After a while, the two returned to their usual activity without another word on the subject. Frisk was curled up next to him using his shoulder as a back support as she finally read her book peacefully. He kept her close with an arm around her waist underneath the hilariously stereotypical black and white skull and bone fleece blanket. It was a quiet afternoon where the two sipped their hot chocolate and just enjoyed each other's company with small smiles playing on their faces. It was not as if those doubts would ever just vanish but there was one thing that was for certain. That no matter the circumstance they would always be there for each other.

~**END**~

[beeskindagae]

M/C - Roman | Y/C - (⛸) (you can use any of the sides +Emile, Remy and Anton)

~Angst~

TW: Low self esteem, insecurities, mentions of self harm, “beauty is pain”

Other information: I got the idea from one of @a.m_town ‘s artworks

How I see M/C in this au: Roman has brown curly hair, green eyes, pale skin, lota of freckles, he is quite chubby

Roman whimpers as he made the corset tighter and sighs softly, “i gotta look perfect.. they wont like my fat..” he said to himself gently as he tied it then got his normal clothes on, he sighs sitting down on his bed feeling dizzy and drank some water, “ill be fine..” he mumbles and heard the door knock and walked over seeing his crush and friend (💫), “Hey roman, just wanted to check in” they said softly making roman nod, he felt even more dizzy and while (💫) was talking, he fell into their arms shakily having fainted from lack of air due to the corset

[sandersides-fics-blog]

some logince angst with logan not feeling good enough pls?

Prompt: (above) 

Paring(s): Logince, kinda sorta not really platonic loicality 

Warning(s): self-deprecating thoughts, hurt/comfort, LOTA ANGST

Author notes: Edit 1: Lol, I have other prompts to work on, but I’m in that mood™ so angst it isEdit 2: Wow. Writing this made me feel a thousand times better. Thank you so much for this prompt.

It’s not good enough. It’s never good enough.

Logan let out a shaky sigh, taking off his glasses, frustratingly rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t solve this problem he’d been painstakingly working on for days. Logan briefly glanced at the plate of uneaten food set on his desk. It was Patton, mostly, who came and brought him meals, but occasionally Roman would come. Instead of silently switching the old plate of food with a new plate, Roman would attempt conversation. 

It was one-sided conversation until Logan passive-aggressively told him to leave, or until he finished his story and left. Logan hated to admit, listening to Roman talk was the only thing calming his nerves these past few days. 

He only pities you. You’re not smart enough.You’re not working hard enough.

Logan rubbed his face with his hands, running his fingers through his hair. He needed a break. Illogical thoughts were plaguing him. Logan stood from his desk, picking up his glasses and placing them back on his face. He walked out of his room, mindlessly walking. He wasn’t sure where he was walking to, he didn’t really care either.

That is, until he found himself facing Roman’s room. 

You’re wasting time. Yours and his. You’ll become dead weight if you don’t study more. You’re already falling behind.

Logan shoved the thoughts down, further, further, and further until nothing was left. Before he could stop himself, he was knocking on the prince’s door, and before he could turn away and return to his studies, the creative side had opened the door, smiling wide at him. “Hey Logan! How’s your studying going?” the grin plastered across his face, a grin that said ‘I’m glad your here’, made Logan’s face burn. “Good, I suppose,” Logan replied, surprising himself with his completely emotionless voice.

Roman’s grin quickly faded to a frown, and Logan was now mentally kicking himself. Coming here was illogical, and he had only bothered the prince. “Everything alright?” Roman’s eyes were filled with worry, which made the logical side want to punch something. “Yes, just…A tad frustrated,” Logan pushed his glasses up, only to avoid more eye contact with the prince. 

Silence fell upon them, Logan considered turning away, running to his room and forgetting this encounter by shoving himself back into his studies. “Come in,” Roman had said finally. Logan looked up at him, puzzled, by stepped inside anyway. The room was blank, at first, and then suddenly they were on a hill, with a lovely tree, and a night sky plastered above them.

“Tell me about the constellations,” Roman said, sitting down near the tree. “If you wish me to,” Logan joined the spot beside him. As Logan described the constellations from memory, each appeared in the sky. When they did, Roman asked if that was correct. Logan would either smile, and nod, or tell him the details he missed. 

Logan forgot about his studies. He forgot about the worrying thoughts. He forgot about his struggle to be good enough. All that mattered now, was Roman. And the stars above them. Logan hadn’t realized he was staring at Roman until the prince locked eyes with him, and gave him a true, genuine smile. Logan’s face heated up. He cleared his throat, and looked back to the stars, trying to suppress the image of Roman smiling up at the stars. 

“Am I good enough?”  

Logan wanted to apologize for saying that, and cursed himself for opening his mouth. Roman stared at him for a moment, gathering the words to say. The prince turned his head to the stars, as if he was relived he found all the pieces to a puzzle. “Is this what this is all about? Some silly standard you’re trying to fulfill? You’re amazing, Lo, you always have been, and you always will be. We all run into obstacles we have to defeat, you shouldn’t judge your worth based on one hurdle you can’t jump. Just because you aren’t the highest jumper, doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough. You’ll always be number one in my book” Roman flashed Logan a smile. A smile of understanding, a smile of love, a smile with so many meanings, even Logan couldn’t count them all.

“Thank you…Thank you so much for that, Roman” 

“Anytime, Lo”

Roman scooted closer to the logical side, wrapping an arm around him. Logan’s face flushed, and he looked up at the prince, who was fixated to a constellation. The logical smiled, a real smile he thought he had lost, and leaned into Roman. Logan savored the warmth of Roman, closing his eyes, letting the sounds of crickets fill the air.

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In The Middle | 23: This Was A Mistake

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Summary: Y/N and Atsumu have been best friends since they were kids, and it has always been just that- friends. However, when a new and promising rookie sways both their hearts, they may realize deep rooted affections that could change their very own definition of love.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi {Poly! AU}

Genres: Timeskip!Haikyuu, College!AU, crack, humor, fluff, jealousy and angst, childhood friends to lovers, teammates to lovers, Poly!AU

Warnings: crude language, NSFW language and content probably

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