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og post for 2nd image: https://www.tumblr.com/lilac-rose-writes/749681368418713601/opposites-attract-things-i-initially-missed?source=share . thank you lilac-the-book-lover.

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the antarctic idiots [pt. 2] - c!technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.3k

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a/n; yall here me out, i open my ask box to have you guys talk to the characters of the antarctic idiots,,, i just really wanna act in character, i love doing that kind of stuff kshdskjdf

i don’t completely know how it would work, but, i wanna do it someday maybe.

also, if you’re too lazy to look at my masterlist for this series or you just wanna see everything related to this story, use the #antarctic idiots tag! and if you have anything to share with me about it, tag me!

“i’ll take your word on that, y/n.”

“you should trust my words from the start, wilbur.” you commented, your voice light and teasing. “but i don’t blame you, you lost a lot after l’manburg’s citizens betrayed you.”

“they did not betray me.” 

“yes, yes, my bad.” you hummed.

“are we allies or enemies, y/n?”

“ally, enemy? i say neither. i was forced into this after all. what with that favor of yours.” you pointed out, he couldn’t even be mad at your response, he knew that you never wanted to be put in a war like this. “i may be part of pogtopia but my intentions are not the same. i will be clear that i’m only here to fight and then i will be taking my leave after this revolution.”

“yes, of course, understood.”

“now, just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m gonna train you with the easy stuff. you used to a president, soot, show me what you can really do. you’re stronger than you let on.” 

“i don’t expect anything less from you.”

“come on wilbur, you fought in a war, you should’ve been at least a bit stronger.” you muttered to the man before handing his some wraps to bandage his small wounds.

“i put up quite the fight though didn’t i?” he commented, starting to fix up his injuries.

“yeah, you did. you’ve certainly changed since the last time we fought.”

“techno has taught me quite a lot.”

“how do you know techno?” you asked curiously. 

“he’s my older brother, twin. actually.” you blinked. “yeah i know, we’re not really alike.”

“yeah, you’re a boar hybrid and he’s a piglin hybrid...”

“our mom is a samsung refrigerator, we don’t understand anything of how we existed.”

“fair enough..” you don’t question wilbur’s origins anymore, soon turning the conversation, “so you and techno grew up together?”

“yeah, we trained a lot together and now he’s a total master at fighting, but that’s thanks to our father.” wilbur smiled a bit, thinking about the old times. “maybe you guys should try and train together next time.” 

“i don’t think we will anytime soon. he seems rather busy with gathering resources.” you said, sitting next to wilbur as you put your pendant back on your shirt. “plus if he’s so well versed, i don’t think he’ll need any help from me. anyways, plans, what’s the plan for this whole revolution?”

“well, we plan accordingly to what info we get from tubbo. he’s shlatt’s righthand man now so he’s gonna know a lot of info which will help us out. techno and you are gonna train me and tommy of course. you guys are our wild card. our trump card. both of you are so powerful. we can take back what was ours.” wilbur looked at you, this confident glint shined in his eyes. “we will take back l’manburg.”

oh how you wished you felt the same way about l’manburg as he did.

another day passes as you live in the ravine that was pogtopia. you got accustomed to the small area rather easily. it didn’t feel too different from your own home other than maybe the cold temperatures despite how much glowstone or torches would be placed around to keep it warm. 

wilbur and tommy were busy for some odd reason, so that left you and technoblade. you weren’t the best with meeting new people and techno seemed like he was the same way, so you didn’t bother making conversation. it wasn’t until techno actually decided to speak.

“how can i trust you?”

“bold question to ask. what ever happened to, hi, how are you?” you joked a bit. “how can i trust you?” you looked at the fellow piglin hybrid who seemed to already start a staring contest with you.

“i asked first.”

“i asked second.”

“do you know who i am?”

“you are technoblade, are you not?” a beat of silence. “if you aren’t, i won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“i’m technoblade, yes, but do you know what else i am?”

“a piglin hybrid?”

“i’m the blood god.”

“interesting.” another beat of silence. you didn’t seem to show any reaction to his words which makes him wonder. were you just hiding your judgement or did you just didn’t care? “is that why wilbur and tommy recruited you for help?” 

“in a way, yes.”

“so if i were to say that they’re using you as a weapon, would i be wrong? i mean i’m just saying stuff right now. it seems like you’re really capable of doing a lot of things, technoblade.” you suddenly feel his hand against your neck. “ah- i hit a nerve. my bad.” you hummed as if you weren’t close to getting choked to death.

“don’t talk about my family like that. they would never use me.”

“so, tommy is your sibling too? didn’t see that one coming, although it seems like i didn’t really see any of this coming.” you shrugged. techno was silent, his piercing red eyes burned into your e/c ones, he was trying to analyze you. you could tell he wanted to know more, he was curious. he was cautious of you. “i’m here to finish a favor, so it would be very nice if you do not take any of my lives.” 

“i don’t trust you.”

“well, glad we could get straight to the point. i’m not really one for trust either so it’s nice to know that you feel the same way. again, i don’t really wanna be here, but again, here for a favor, i intend to keep that favor done.”

the voices in his head were buzzing, many said blood for the blood god, some said much less helpful words, a few suggested to get to know you but all of them said to not trust you. and techno listened to the few. he moved his hand back slowly. 

“who are you exactly?”

“well, as wilbur said before, i’m y/n. a piglin hybrid just like you. though, i’m pretty sure i lived in the nether much longer than you have. i live far away from the smp and l’manburg...well, manburg now. my intentions are questionable. but that’s nothing to worry about since they don’t involve you.” you explained casually. “i’m here to also train wilbur and tommy, unfortunately i have to fight in this revolution as well. who are you exactly?”

techno raised an eyebrow at your question.

“to be fair, you got to know about me, now let me know about you, piggie.” he huffs, air escaping his nose as he listens to your words. “at least we’re not killing each other. would you prefer that?”

“i’m more of a action over words person. though words can be very convincing.”

“so is that a yes or no?”

“my name is technoblade as you know from wilbur and tommy. i’m not really from the smp or manburg. i recently joined this area after ruling over antartica.” he can see your eyes sparkle a bit in amusement. “i’m just here to destroy government honestly. my intentions are very clear unlike yours.”

“that is very true, mr. blade. you seem to have your beliefs and intentions very clear. i do understand your need to end government. i can relate to that rather well surprisingly.” 

“i feel like the whole hating government thing might just be a piglin thing.” he looked at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “though i’m rather pleased to find someone that thinks the same way as i do.”

“see if you didn’t tell me about you, then we would’ve never found out that we both hate government. anyways, i would love to know more about you ruling antartica. then maybe you wanna try and train together?”

“you’re asking for a lot.”

“come on, mr. blade.” your voice teasing as you sit next to techno. i’ll give you some fun stories about wilbur and tommy.”

“you’re not gonna give up, are you?”

“i’m a stubborn person, what can i say?”

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[endorstoiii]

again, the lovely @somekeepsakes tagged me to do this, thank you very much!!!

Rules: List 13 songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately!

1) Purge the Poison - Marina

2) Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Marina

3) Venus Fly Trap - Marina

4) Akasaka Sad - Rina Sawayama

5) Tidal Wave - Interpol

6) Broken Jaw - Foster the People

7) Lost - Jake Bugg

8) Real Life - Interpol

9) Leave Me Alone - I Don't Know How But They Found Me

10) Twice as Hard - Interpol

11) Man's World - Marina

12) Should Be Dancing - Mini Mansions

13) While I'm Alive - STRFKR

(update: I forgot it was 13 songs, I only put 10 hahaha so here they are!)

my life has been such a mess and I'm not even listening to music properly :( so I checked my last.fm and these are the tracks I listened to for the last 90 days

tagging: @lastflowerss, @man-age-ment, @hanoi15, @julaincacablancas, @onlyhavetimeforcoffee

[mantra4ia]

Desires: Lucifer season 5 on Netflix

Created: August 21, 2020. Last Modified: August 22, 2020.

Preface: Alright my Lucis, here’s the sitch: it’s been a minute. Life got a bit chaotic I wasn’t able to start season five quite on time when it premiered on August 21st because I haven’t finished the great 2020 Lucifer rewatch. I’m nearly done however and should be able to jump into it either later today or tomorrow, which is why beforehand I want to — as I’ve traditionally done for a few seasons — create a desires list and keep a tally throughout the season to see how many are met. I am going to try to pace myself, not binge, and watch a single episode a day so don’t spoil me. Likewise I will tag my spoilers. Here we go... #21DaysofLucifer

Season 3 and 4 Roundout - Desires Fulfilled / Questions Answered

✔We’ve seen other demons “like Maze” and a bit of what havoc they can reek. Well sort of. To be quite frank, although it was cool to see them possess the recently deceased, it wasn’t as impending doom as I was expecting. They didn’t seem nearly as disciplined or intimidating as Mazikeen, even Dromos, more bored and desperate.

✔ We’ve seen a little more or the heavenly host in Remiel. Remi was cool, if a bit intense. Her character, and her affinity to Amenadiel was a nice foil to see how far his character has come in evolution. But again like Uriel was for Lucifer, she kind of became a driving force character device to push Amenadiel’s growth. So I wonder if we’ll get to see more of her or not.

✔ (s3) The backstory of Lucifer’s arrival in LA, finding LUX, and making a deal with Amenadiel.

✔ (s3) Cain finally went to hell, YES! Not that I didn’t like Marcus Pierce/Tom Welling, there were some great interactions there, but I just think he was a wishy-washy antagonist based on how he was written and I can’t wait to trade up for Michael.

✔ Maze finally had some happiness and attachment to this silly mortal coil and it slipped away! Why Eve why? I love Maze’s bonding with humans, Linda, Trixie, Chloe. But I love that after a Millennia of serving, and then watching Amenadiel and Linda be happy in a family unit, that she might actually make her own and my hopes were dashed. 

Things we got that we didn’t even know we wanted. SO GOOD:

Season 4 ep 8: Amenadiel bonding with Caleb and confronting community violence, police brutality, and systemic racism. It was a rough episode to be sure, but absolutely needed,

Chloe talking Lucifer down and out of a self-hatred spiral and his transformation into full-fledged devil and back again.

Lucifer playing Creep on repeat while missing the detective (even after insisting in a therapy session that “he’s not a teenager playing Adele on repeat) and Mr. Said Out B**** trying to rob Lucifer and gun point and ultimately get rich. What a fun twist.

The Dan and Maze Los X’s fight. They are wicked good at laying down the  hurt on the criminal element and I was wondering when they’d pair up again after dispatching Warden Perry.

The devil in a bar fight! I mean, it’s only fair since the ladies had their brawl. I love how this fight sequence was filmed in bursts of slo-mo from various angles, involved everything from fists, to tasers, knives, bottles, and the infamous pool cue, and they picked the perfect song for pacing (Jake Bugg, Lightning Bolt, could listen to it all day on repeat.)

Time for all good demons to go home / Enough, you will bow down to your king. Go home! (aka appropriate use of Devilish intimidation face)

Amenadiel vs Remi 

A Rocky montage with Lucifer and Amenadiel / Amenadiel’s face the first time Lucifer drives the Corvette

Lucifer at the roller derby

Chloe the YA fangirl

Maze teaching Trixie about knives, with each handle decorated in a different toy.

Amenadiel and Chloe catching up: your father is so proud of you. Like and angel BOSS!

SEASON HIGHLIGHTS:

★ (s3) Amenadiel taking Charlotte home

★ Dan being comforted in his grief by Amenadiel

★ Amenadiel’s wrath and the brotherly duo tag team to lay the hurt on the drug dealer that got Charlie killed. It’s been a while since we’ve seen warrior angel ready to dispatch anyone in his way. And it was glorious!

★ (s3) Lucifer’s almost driving lesson with Trixie “Morningstar”

★ (s3) Maze torturing Lucifer by making him think he’s the Angel of San Bernadino

★ (s3) Amenadiel and Lina helping to dispose of Lucifer’s wings

★  Lucifer kicking Julian, Tiernan’s son, through a glass pane window

★ The goodbye kiss between Lucifer and Chloe

 DIDN’T LIKE:

☒ (s3) Cain playing guitar and singing. What is he, a crime lord, a top cop, or an act that the improv club wouldn’t take? 

☒ Eve. I liked Eve, but we mostly got to see one side of her around Lucifer, and a kind of floundering an confused side when she was with Maze. The side that I would have liked to see more of was the maternal side that came out when she briefly talked about Abel or was interrogated by Trixie. That made her more layered.

☒ Father Kinley. That dude is just meh.

☒ Dan’s broken heart and rebounding with Ella. Don’t get me wrong, its a good arc, but I don’t see it lasting

☒ (s3) Abel and Reese. Those were two side stories I could have done without, although they had great moments of humor. I quite enjoyed Reese’s character, and although I didn’t like Abel Lucifer’s stick-figure comic illustration of Cain fighting with him over a rock was quite enjoyable.

WHAT I TRULY DESIRE: SINFUL SEASON 5, my BURNING QUESTIONS, and SPECULATIONS

Obviously, don’t spoil anything for me, but if any of my desires end up coming true in any of the first eight episodes maybe drop me a hint in the comments...

A big time jump. We need to see the lasting impact of Lucifer’s absence. I know that time in hell works differently per that episode where Lucifer saved Chloe and almost got stuck in a loop, but we still need enough time to elapse that the impact is felt on the mortal side. Or, we need to see the passage of time through a series of events without Lucifer, like a montage of character development. At least a year or so, if for no other reason then Trixie is growing up and I actually want to see her take driving lessons with Lucifer.

Last season Maze gave baby Charlie a gift, something she’d wished she’d had growing up, and previously had alluded to the language of demons, her many siblings, and teased her mother, the mother of all demons. Will we finally get to meet Maze’s mom Lilith (or however they address her)? And, in spite of Mazikeen’s found family, she still has restlessness and abandonment issues. Will her mom finally finally bring her peace, or will clashing with her resolidify Maze’s purpose on earth?

A Decker/Mazikeen team-up or girls night out 2.0 would always be appreciated. At this point its probably 4.0 if you count the bar fight and the bachelorette party.

Will we see tougher, scarier demons, or are they just warmup to the really scary depths of hell?

Speaking of hell, more hell. Tons of hell. I want to know the minutia of all the mechanics. If Lucifer’s gotta be down there in self-imposed exile, he may as well show us around. Pour us a drink.

Will Lucifer see Cain in Hell? Not that I’m dying to see more of “sad Cain” but it would be interesting to see a more dark or desperate or cunning side to him at least now that he’s actually neck deep in torment. Or, alternatively, I’m hedging my bets that he could be a good candidate to light the fire under Lucifer’s *** to get of hell back to the earthly realm. Even in hell, I’m betting Cain would have a soft spot for Chloe, and if news reached Lucifer that Michael were trying to abscond with his life and with Chloe, it would give Cain and Lucifer one last bit of “A-Hole brothers” common ground to bond over. Like “Brothers, am I right? Go kick, get Chloe back, I’ll still have enough guilt to torture me with in a few thousand years when you get back,”   

Will Lucifer fall into peril in hell of once again potentially getting distracted and stuck in a hell loop? Will his servants be satisfied with his return? Will Amenadiel bust him out.

Mr. Said Out Bitch needs a role reprise. He’s been in every season opener 2-4, we’ve gotten to know his undergarments very well.  Its high time we get to know his name and story. He’s put in the work!  

Amenadiel should be running LUX in Lucifer's absence. We got a tease of that in previous seasons (remember when he asked what would Lucifer do?) its time for that to come to fruition. Plus, any excuse to put DB Woodside in a suit, just because he wears them so well. It would also be interesting if, after that tragedy he’s experienced, Amenadiel will start taking after Luci. Maybe not the punishing, not yet, but wanting to seek out evil and corruption. It has been teased since s1 “fall as I did.” Perhaps he’ll start developing a taste for his bother’s line of work whereas he found it repugnant in the early days

Dan and Maze or Dan and Ella pair up. Both Dan and Maze are due for some happiness.

An Azrael reboot, when need more of her. She’s the angel of Death for pity’s sake. I don’t know if the original actress is still available or if they would have to recast, or if the character concept by Netflix would even be the same, but I need Azrael to be capable of sweet and unassuming and on a coin flip downright menacing.

More of Lucifer as a godparent, bless! And maybe a cool montage of “cousin” Trixie and Lucifer co-babysitting Charlie please.

Whilst on the subject of Lucifer and parenting, and without putting Trixie too much into harm’s way, I need to see what “I would do anything to protect that little urchin” looks like. Trixstar ride or die.

Father Frank, come back! I need a cameo or recurrent role pleeeeease.

Trixie in every episode. This is non-negotiable, much like chocolate cake. Beatrice is an all-star. In fact, I’ve decided that when Dad/God finally does show up, Trixie needs to be the one to get to know him / introduce him first. She’s been captain on the celestial cheer squad for four seasons, she’s earned this.

Who's going to see through Michael's facade first? I mean, I know that trailer shows Maze torturing it out of him, but as far as intuition goes, I've got a 50/50 split between Trixie and Linda, with an honorable mention to Dan.

If Michael is Lucifer's twin, does he have the same angelic compulsion skill set? Or something different? And will it work on Chloe or is she universally immune?

A “be like Mike” pop-culture reference. ******Spoilers: ******* all the trailers have revealed Michael already, so they owe us this for letting the steam out.

As far as pop-culture, how many movie and TV references will we get from Lucifer and ensemble this year? I expect A-game, from sci-fi to 80s action, on par with the previous likes of Parent Trap, Star Wars, Home Alone, Kim Possible, and Rocky.

Will Amenadiel’s necklace make a reappearance, even after he put it around Caleb’s neck in the morgue? Heavenly artifacts have a way of causing trouble in this show.

Will what finally learn what, if any, significance there is to Lucifer’s ring? Again, as all my fictional writings will attest, I really kind of want it to be a stolen little trinket from him Dad.

Plot twist: will we get to see Hell and the silver city all in one season, or is that too devilishly good to ask? It would be intriguing if Lucifer fell from Heaven for rebelling and now some threat like, for example, the mother of demons would pose a threat to the gates such that Lucifer was called upon to defend them. Not expecting anything Endgame level with a host of Angels popping up like sorcerers...but it is food for the imagination.

Plot twist: will Michael, duplicitous twin that he is, be revealed as the reason that Lucifer does not lie and can’t stand liars? Will be get a Michael back story? Is he perhaps the true rebellious son? see: my original fan conjecture here.

Additional links to previous recaps, roundouts and wishlists: 

Season 1: Best Moments // Season 2: Predictions, Desires, Roundout, Best Moments // Season 3: Speculations, Quick-shot summary 

[magicwaaaze]

Mo I know you posted about it like 2 hours ago but I love kindergarten 2 and havent seen any content or opinions about it since it first came out so I would really enjoy hearing you talk about it honestly 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god?? 🥺🥺💕 thank you so much for giving me an excuse to talk about it hygsgdfg

i haven’t seen a lot of kindergarten 2 content either ever since the hype died down. i rewatched jacksepticeye’s playthrough recently and now i’m just kinda searching the tags for new art/headcanons 😔 but! i guess i might as well put my own content out there now that i have the chance! here are some headcanons and opinions and pretty much everything i’ve been thinking about it

personal opinions:

nugget is a king as per usual 😌✨ we stan a true intellectual

the huxley twins are by far my favorite characters in the series (sorry nugget-). i just really like their dynamic and it just seems like there’s a lot of ✨lore✨ behind them. i probably have more headcanons for them than for anyone else tbh

i hate the janitor with a burning passion he makes me want to throw hands with an 80 year old. monty gave him less than what he deserved 😤

60% of me loves ozzy and 40% of me wants to give him a bouquet of green flowers

he reminds me of sammyclassicsonicfan

there should be a third alternate ending to cain’s not able where felix gets a redemption arc, learns how to not be a dick to teddy, and they both live happily ever after. 😔 alas.

i think penny should’ve been the one to kill the principal. she deserved it after all of that :(

jerome is criminally underrated. i love him and he deserved more screen time :(

lily and billy are so cool what the h*ck

stevie was just trying to do his job i’m so sad-

honestly, i don’t ship felix and cindy at all. if anything, they make me think of a married couple who got divorced and stayed best friends afterwards- but i do love how much of a chaotic duo they are

buggs: *breathing*

me:

seriously someone please just hug him

okay but WHY did the principals want to turn the kids into monsters? i get it but like i wanna know their motives. the female principal said that she wanted to take over other schools in the area but for WHAT i’m curious

clout glasses felix was the best thing to come out of the fandom and you can’t change my mind

i gotta know what that trip to the nugget factory was like for felix and nuggie wuggie. did they have a bonding moment. did they just go to mcdonald’s. did they h*ld h*nds. I Need To Know

dr. danner deserves to say one swear word. as a treat. he is so tired

headcanons:

penny is alive (figuratively speaking) and well after creature feature. monty and carla rebuilt her with danner’s help and she’s not a pile of robotic parts and goo anymore,, monty’s family ended up taking her in because they think she’s just a sweetheart

the main character and nugget both don’t have parents/family and live on their own. gang gang 🤟

buggs is much wiser than he lets on. he’s supposed to be in first grade but got held back

nugget has a diet that consists solely of different brands of chicken nuggets and honey mustards

ozzy and ted are secretly best friends

ozzy wears gloves 24/7

monty has a new york accent and the huxley’s have british accents you Cannot change my mind

ted literally thinks that felix is the coolest person to ever walk the planet. he pretty much idolizes him. which is why he never stands up for himself when felix starts being... well, felix. he justifies all of his brother’s actions even though he knows they’re wrong

the twins eventually learn how to be good brothers to each other because i’m dumb and i want them to be happy together :’(

buggs and penny eventually become very good friends (he pretended not to want her friendship bracelet, yet he wears it every day)

that leg in the nugget cave? penny’s. :)

ted plays violin and felix plays piano

monty actually comes from a really wholesome family, but they don’t have a lot of money. he uses his earnings from his side business to help them out because he loves the hell outta them

the huxley twins’ mom isn’t apart of their lives. she and mr. huxley got divorced when he got caught cheating 👀 it was a huge scandal and after they divorced she straight up ditched them. at least, that’s what father tells them

theodore is just ted’s evil alter ego okay. it’s his emo persona okay. that’s not my boy, he’s just going through a phase, thAT’S NOT m

[sidereal-kindergarten]

Liberosis, an update

Tuesday. Again.

Bob was still alive. I nearly cried when I saw him.

His toolbelt hung beneath my shirt, wrapped twice around my hips – and yet still it was loose enough to be awkward. I intended to give it back to him, but – somehow – despite me having it – it was still strapped to his waist, the screwdriver gleaming gently in the sun.

The toolbelt was all that grounded me. Without it, everything could've been a dream. But it was real. It was real, and warm, and in my hands. And Bob was laughing, and breathing, and alive.

I didn't talk to him. I didn't dare. I barely even looked at JJ - didn't want to, after everything that had happened yesterday. Today. Whatever - a few hours ago.

Whatever it was that had caused this, I wasn't about to let the opportunity to redo things go. It was a blessing - I got to make sure that JJ never got to kill Bob - I got to make sure everyone was okay. I kept my head down the whole day, taking great care not to disturb anything. I talked when spoken to, but rarely otherwise, and it didn't seem to bother anyone.

It wasn't before we were walking home that I noticed Nugget sniffling, his right arm a bloody stump. "Nugget!" I exclaimed. "Oh, my G - what happened to your arm?"

Nugget's eyes were bloodshot, but his smile kind, when he looked at me. "Oh, Nugget chewed it off. He deemed it necessary."

I gaped. "N... necessary? But - why?"

He shrugged. "Nugget was stuck beneath the school." With that, he turned and walked away, humming to himself. 

I stared after him. Slowly, like a flower opening its petals, guilt unfurled in my chest. Why hadn't I stopped that? Why hadn't I - oh, oh, God. Oh, Nugget. His whole arm. That's not something you just - put on again -

I could imagine it, Nugget biting at his flesh with furious anger, mouth and teeth bloody. I'd heard of people dying of that - of blood loss, or infections, or, hell, anything, really, and - and - I didn't want to lose Nugget. I couldn't lose Nugget.

I staggered home, the feeling of guilt clenching around my ribs.

My fingers tingled.

I tensed, looking down at them in shock. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the skin nice and rosy, my thumbnails bit down to the roots out of sheer worry.

Yet the tingling sensation continued.

Closing my eyes, I let it overtake me - hoping - wishing -

When I opened them again, the sky outside was dark, and the clock read 3AM.

On Tuesday.

*

Tuesday. Times three.

I got Nugget out of the room beneath the school with the help of Bob, then tagged along with him during the day to make sure he was fine.

During lunch, I found myself staring at his bloodied body, skull cracked open against the wall. "Nugget," I whispered. The box in my hands fell to the floor.

Carla was staring at his body as well, her dark eyes wide. "He didn't - he didn't stop - I told him to stop - "

Penny knelt beside him, hands red, cheeks glistening. "Nugget?" she asked. "Nugget, please... please..." 

He didn't move.

I'd left him for ten seconds to microwave the goddamned nuggets for him, and he'd smashed his head open against the wall.

I shuddered. Nugget's eyes were open, staring emptily at the roof. In a flash, it wasn't Nugget on the floor, but Bob, and it was my fault, and it wasn't my blood smeared across my hands, and I'd failed.

*

Tuesday. Times four.

I tried again. Getting Nugget out of the grate, then making sure I didn't leave him alone throughout the day - but he refused to go with me to the teacher's lounge to heat the nuggets, and when I tackled him to keep him from splitting his head open, he bit my shoulder and sobbed like his whole world had shattered before his eyes. "Nugget!" I cried, trying to peel him off me even as he wailed. People were shouting all around us, Stevie trying to tear us apart - I could see Penny crying, through the crowd. "Nugget, please - please - "

He couldn't form a response, only stared at me with eyes too green and emotions too great, and I couldn't face that guilt. 

I let him go.

When Carla dragged him off me, he was howling. There was blood in my mouth, on my teeth, on my tongue - and yet more so smeared across his lips, and my skin. The nuggets were scattered on the floor.

Dr. Danner wrestled Nugget from Carla's arms and pulled him from the room, and I lay panting on the linoleum.

I stared up at the ceiling. Inhale. Exhale. I breathed in the world and let nothing of it out, my ribs aching, creaking, breaking.

I closed my eyes.

Later, during gym, Nugget shuffled over, eyes downcast and cheeks flushed. "Nugget is sorry," he muttered. "Nugget just... is... passionate."

"I know," I said, rubbing gingerly at the wounds and bruises encircling my neck. "And it's okay, Nugget." He hadn't been hurt in the scuffle, only I, and as long as he was fine, I was happy.

"No," said Nugget. "No. It's not okay. Nugget hurt Nugget's friend. Nugget does not think..." He went quiet, then looked away. "Nugget does not think Jay should be Nugget's friend anymore."

My blood ran cold. "What? No, Nugget..."

He'd clutched at my hand when we stared death in the eye, had cried in my arms, had worried over Monty as we marched through the darkened hallways of fear. I'd seen him cry over his friends, had comforted him when we were the only two left after the ambulance had arrived and Carla and Penny had gone home. When the sky was cold, and the stars were distant. 

And now he said he wanted it to end.

It hurt more than it should.

"Nugget has made up his mind," said Nugget, with such finality that there was no point arguing.

Still. I had to try. "No, Nugget, wait - I can make this right again! I promise, I can - I'll do anything - "

Nugget shook his head, corners of his mouth twitching in a sad grimace. "It's not Nugget's friend's fault. He can't make it right again. Only Nugget can. And Nugget cannot."

I reached for him as he turned, fingers missing his shoulder by only an inch. "Nugget..."

He left.

*

Tuesday, for the fifth time.

I told Penny that Nugget was stuck behind the grate and went on with my day, hoping that neither of them would come to harm. I spent the day talking to Monty and Carla. They were discussing potential designs for robot legs for Monty - so far, it seemed like it was just beyond the reach of modern technology, but they were confident they could get it done with enough money and time.

When morning time rolled around, they both went off to smart class. It was lovely watching them interact, after all the death and blood of the last few days. They raced each other up the stairs, Carla jumping two steps at a time while Monty rolled into the elevator.

Monty came first, for those wondering. His whoop of glee followed right after by Carla's groan of disappointment painted a smile on my face for quite some time.

Meanwhile, I went to morning time. Penny was chatting merrily with Nugget by the toy box, which would have been strange because she was usually in smart class, but was not all that strange simply because Nugget was here. Buggs stared gloomily at the wall, his arms crossed.

The last student, a boy I’d never noticed before, was standing over by his desk - he wore a blue tie, his hair smoothed back with gel. He looked at no one, preferring, apparently, to keep his head low.

I didn't know his name. "Hello," I said, standing before him. "I'm Jay."

He looked up. The skin beneath his eyes was bruised. "My name is Theodore," he said, and his hands were shaking. "Carla told me... she told me..." He took a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut. "God. Is it really true? Felix is dead?"

I blinked. "Felix?"

"Yes. My brother. He's missing. He left me a note."

Carla had held up a note when we first met.

"Oh," I said. "Oh, no... Theodore, I'm so sorry..."

"So it's true."

I lowered my gaze. "I... I'm sorry, yes, it is. Whatever it was that got him nearly got us, too."

Theodore sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm glad it didn't get you." A pause, and then he looked at me with something akin to hope. "Did you stop it?"

I grimaced. "Yeah."

"Good." He was silent for a moment. "I'd like to be alone now."

"But - "

"I said, I'd like to be alone now!"

Theodore's exclamation managed to get the attention of Miss Applegate, who's hair was frazzled and eyes bloodshot. "Jay!" she cried. "Are you bothering this blondie?"

"I - no," I said, stepping back. "No, I was just - "

"He really was just - " Theodore interrupted, stricken.

Miss Applegate snapped her fingers in a manner I recognized as shut the fuck up or I might just choke you to death. "Study hall, Jay! I've heard that's a punishment we have here."

Theodore winced, crumbling slightly around the edges. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to..."

I'd been in study hall before. It wasn't that bad.

More importantly, it wasn't Theodore's fault. "It's okay," I said, patting his shoulder.

He didn't answer, only flinched away, hunching over.

*

Last time I'd been in study hall, I'd been too busy worrying about Bob to experience my surroundings. Now, however...

"There will be no talking or moving in this class," said Dr. Danner, hands clasped behind his back as he levelled Buggs and me with a stare that could raise the dead. "Is that understood?"

"Crystal clear, sir," I said.

I barely had time to register what had happened before Dr. Danner had pulled some form of a gun and aimed it at me. "I said. No. Talking!"

"No, wait - !"

There was a moment of fire and burning and pain, and I couldn't see, I couldn't think, everything was just flashes of confusion and terror, and a scream was ripped from my throat, and I was falling, I fell -

I sat up with a gasp.

My bedroom was still. The sky outside was dark.

My clock read Tuesday.

*

Tuesday the sixth

Death was apparently not a problem.

I wasn't keen on testing my theory out. It might've been a one-time thing. It might've been an accident - or a dream - or something. Whatever it was, I didn't want to take any chances.

It wasn't up to me to decide, however.

I startled during morning time, yelped, and set off the ticking time bomb that was Miss Applegate. She snapped her pointing stick and turned on me in anger. It was disturbing and painful and prolonged, and I tuned out most of it. It took a long time before I realized I was back in bed.

There were bruises all over my body.

And it was Tuesday.

*

Tuesday, nine

I helped Nugget finish his nugget cave. When I was supposed to hand him the nuggets, I slipped on sand and fell, fell, fell, fell.

I couldn't move for some time when I woke up.

*

Tuesday, eleven

I forgot Nugget. He bled onto my shirt.

*

Tuesday, fourteen

I'd realized the 'loops,' as I'd taken to calling them, were not entirely within my control. Yes, they happened when my fingers tingled, and yes, my fingers tingled when I was unhappy with the outcome of a day - such as Nugget chewing his arm off, or my own death, or someone else's death - but there had been a few loops that were good enough. Good enough to build a 'tomorrow' out of – to keep, and to move on from.

Yet, they hadn't been perfect. And there was always a tiny thing I could change and make better. Still, it wasn’t a conscious choice – and I came to the conclusion that the loops continued because I knew I could change things. No matter if I wanted to or not.

I was tired. I wanted it to stop. I'd gotten scars on the insides of my wrists from the time I fell from the tree and broke my hands. There were bruises on my elbows and knees.

I was tired.

I snuck away from class and spent the day sleeping on top of the school roof.

Nugget would bite his arm off during the day.

I woke up in bed.

*

Tuesday eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first.

There had to be a way to stop it. To prevent the cycle - the loop - to make everything just good enough for my subconsciousness to let me live.

I couldn't help but feel like Nugget was the key. Yet, every time I tried to help him throughout the day, something went wrong. He killed himself - bit off his arm - stumbled, refused to be my friend, became cold and shut-out.

It had been a month. 

*

Tuesday, twenty-third

I stumbled down the stairs on my way to the bathroom. When I woke in bed, warm and comfortable, I cried bitter tears.

*

Tuesday, twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth, twenty-sixth, twenty-seventh

I died. I died. I died. I died.

*

Tuesday, thirtieth

I stood before the mirror in the bathroom. My eyes were sunken, my skin sallow. There were still finger marks around my neck from Dr. Danner strangling me three days ago. Scars ran up and down my arms, my knees severely bruised.

I drew a deep breath. "What did I do?" I whispered, pressing my fingers against the mirror. It was cold. Cold. Cold. "What did I do?"

Poor Bob. Poor Bob.

"Sweetie?" called ren, knocking on the door. "Jay, you'll be late for school!"

I hadn't heard their voice in days.

I hadn't seen mom or dad in a month.

"I'm coming," I whispered. "I'm coming."

*

"Hey, kid," said JJ, and Bob was on the floor and bleeding and gasping, and it was my fault.

"Shut up," I said.

"What?"

"I said, shut up! This is all your fault! You wanted me to - you made me - you made me a murderer! I didn't want to kill anyone!"

JJ blinked, stumbling a step away from me. "I - I haven't done anything!"

I was crying, hot and angry tears spilling down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop them. "I hate you! I hate you so much! You killed me! I've - I've - I'm losing count of - I'm so tired!"

"I haven't killed anyone," JJ exclaimed, shifting the grip on his mop. "But if ye keep talking like that, I just might!"

"Do it," I spat, glaring at him through the tears and the anger and the pain. "Fucking do it. I'm not afraid of you."

"I sure am of you," said JJ, and stabbed me in the face.

I didn't go to school the next day.

*

Tuesday times thirty-five

"Oh, hey there, little buddy. Do you have a hall pass?"

I looked up at Damien, untouched and undisturbed, leaning against the bathroom wall like he had no worries in the world.

I didn't have a hall pass.

"If you're going to kill me," I said, shuffling through my memories of Damien to try and remember if he'd ever died or killed, "then do it now."

Damien blinked. "Man, I'm not gonna kill you just 'cause you don't have a hall pass. Give you study hall, maybe, but Jesus. Who's made you believe death is okay?" He frowned, then crouched before me, blue eyes bright. "...are you okay? You look tired."

No one had asked me if I was okay in weeks.

I wasn’t okay.

I burst into tears.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this.

Hiding my face in my hands, I sunk to my knees - finally having the breakdown I'd been bating my breath for, waiting for, fearing, and hating.

"Woah, there!" Damien exclaimed, and a moment after I was wrapped in a hug, warm and close and kind. "What's happened, little bro? You can talk to me."

I shook my head - couldn't speak through the sobs that tore through me - and just clutched at his hoodie. Everything had happened. Everything. I'd died. I'd died so many times.

Everyone had died, so many, many times.

The words I finally managed to choke out were: "It's been so long - since - since I - saw mom and dad, and I can't - " I pushed him away enough to roll up my sleeves, exposing my numerous scars and bruises. His expression was one of shock, but I didn’t care, couldn’t care, not when it’d all fade by nighttime anyways. "I can't do this anymore. I can't. I can't." I shuddered. "But - I - have to - "

I couldn't stop the tingling. I'd tried. I'd tried so hard.

They always came back. There was always something wrong.

"I guess - I - I'm not tired enough," I whispered.

*

Tuesday.

I'd lost count.

*

Tuesday.

"I'm sending you to the principal's office!"

"Penny - no - don't - "

*

Tuesday.

I stole the principal's papers about Penny and got Monty's help with reading them correctly, as there were some hard words in there.

A robot. A robot. She was a robot.

When I told her about it, she exploded.

I cried for an hour afterwards.

*

Tuesday

Nugget's hair was cut, and he cried, and his eyes were so terribly green, and all I could see was his blood.

It was the first time I looped voluntarily in the middle of the day.

I sat in bed, and I wondered - if I could loop by choice... 

why should I not be able to stop it, too?

*

Tuesday

"The principal is what?" I whispered.

Carla nodded solemnly, leaning against Monty's wheelchair. "Yeah, we dug a bit deeper into the papers about Penny - "

"I know you didn't ask us to," said Monty, "but we did anyway."

" - yes, we did anyway - and it's bad. It's bad. Everyone just sort of assumed that Alice and Ron went missing the same way as - everyone else - but - no. They haven't. They didn't."

"But," I said, looking between them in dawning horror, "but - a secret lab?"

They both nodded this time. "They're being held captive - some of the notes seem to indicate that Mrs. Bell is trying to mutate them into some form of... monster," said Monty.

My blood ran cold. I didn't want more - I couldn't take more - I'd wanted all of this to end! Not - not this - 

But - there wasn't much of a choice, now, was there?

"Well," I said, rubbing at my chin, "I guess we'll just have to stop her, then."

"How? We can't get down without Penny's eyes," Carla said.

"Well, we're friends, aren't we? Let's just ask her."

Carla grimaced. "I'm not sure if..."

"Look," I interrupted. "It's fine. It's going to be fine. Whatever happens, it'll be fine in the long run. Trust me."

It was most definitely not fine in the short run.

"I'm sorry," said Penny, when we stood by the eye-scanner in the basement. There were tears in her eyes, and her eyes were glowing. "I'm so sorry. But I cannot allow you down there. I'm taking you to the principal's office."

*

Tuesday. Again, and again, and again, again, again, again -

I tried. And I tried, and tried, and tried.

Penny shot me three times before I realized what I had to do to get down into the basement. Then it took me two tries to steal Miss Applegate's remote, and then another to fry Penny's chip.

I got to the basement once, twice, three times. I died. Penny exploded. Monty was torn apart. A fourth. A fifth. Carla drowned in goo. Alice and Ron were killed. A sixth. A seventh. Alice died during the mutation process. The mutants murdered all of us. An eight and Ron died during the mutation process.

Nugget caught wind of us going into the basement and got involved. Three times he died in there, and I had to see a weary Penny sob over his corpse again, and again, and again.

I convinced him to jackhammer his way through the ceiling, hoping against all hope that he'd drill into the principal-turned-monster.

He missed. He slipped. He drowned. And died, and died, and died, and died.

I was going through the motions. Up from bed, talk to Monty, greet Carla, steal remote, fry Penny, involve Nugget, get jackhammer, pray nothing went wrong, die, die, reset, die, wake up.

Again, and again, and again. My world became gray. My words became monotone. Again, and again.

Nugget screamed. Monty sobbed over Carla's broken body. Carla sacrificed herself to save us all. Penny fell into the green goo, malfunctioned, and set the whole place on fire.

Death. And death. And death.

And one day we all got out from school, Ron and Alice covered in green goo, Carla bleeding but alive and too tired to care that she was sitting on Monty's lap - Nugget clutching at Penny's hands and looking incredibly proud of himself.

I went to bed. I woke up.

And it was Wednesday.

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Summertime Sadness - Ch. 7

Pairing: Josh Dun x reader

Word count: 1504

Warnings: Language, talk of sex, underage drinking, fight with parents, angst

Author’s note: Sorry this chapter is like all over the place but I promise next chapter is HOT. ;)

Song Suggestions: Broken by Jake Bugg (if you’re going to listen to it, it goes more with once the reader goes home)

You woke up with an excruciating headache, and it took you a while to register that you were not in your bed. You weren’t even in Mariah’s bed either. In fact, you didn’t recognize the bed or the room at all.

Your heart started to race, and you started to wonder if you were kidnapped or assaulted, or something like that. The clothes that you had slept in reeked of alcohol.

You tried to sit up but you yelped in pain as you hit your wrist. You looked down at this black and bloody heart on your wrist. Was this a tattoo? Did you get a fucking tattoo last night?

No matter how hard you tried to bring back the memories of the night, it didn’t work. The last thing you remember was playing beer pong with Mariah.

Mariah. Where was she? Why weren’t you with her?

You stumbled out of the bed, and opened the door of the bedroom. It opened to a tiny hallway, and you could hear the sound of a  tv coming from another room. You followed the noise around the corner until you saw Josh sitting on his couch eating a piece of toast.

“Josh,” you said with relief. Your heart rate went down as you realized you weren’t kidnapped, but then instantly rose again as you realized you spent the night in his apartment.

“Hey you finally woke up!” he mumbled with a full mouth of bread.

“What happened last night? Why am I not with Mariah?”

Josh placed his toast on the coffee table and patted the couch next to him. You walked over and sat down, holding your head as pain shot through it again.

“You got really drunk from beer pong, and then you got a stick and poke, called me handsome but told me not to tell Josh, and Mariah went home with Tyler so I decided to take you here.”

“Oh my god,” you hid your face with embarrassment.

“Yeah, you were pretty hammered.”

“Thank you for taking me here though, but, um,” you weren’t quite sure how to ask him if anything else happened last night but he could tell what you were trying to say.

“Nope, nothing happened. Not even a kiss, even though you tried to kiss me multiple times.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you. You felt small.

“And you didn’t kiss me back?”

“Nope! I know you haven’t had your first real kiss and I guessed you probably would have wanted to decide when it happens while you were sober.”

“Thank you, Josh. That means a lot,” you smiled. Josh nodded and gave your shoulder a little playful shove.

“Here’s your phone by the way, Mariah has been trying to call you all morning,” Josh pulls out your phone from his pocket. You grabbed it and started to scroll through the numerous text messages and missed calls. Your stomach dropped when you saw your moms contact.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Josh asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“I guess Mariah’s mom called my mom because we didn’t come home last night, and now my mom knows that I went out.” you sighed. You were too hungover to deal with this.

“Y/N, it’s okay!” Josh tried to reassure you but you ignored him.

“I’m going to call Mariah real quick.” You found her contact and pressed the dial button and waited. She picked up fairly fast, and her voice sounded frantic.

“Dude, Y/N, I am so so sorry I left! My mom is pissed, and I guess she called yours too.”

“Yep. I know. I’m scared to go home.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave me anyways?” you demanded to know.

“Oh, um, Tyler said he wanted to fuck so-”

“You’re telling me this is all because you wanted to lose your fucking virginity!?” you screamed, making Josh glance over at you.

“Y/N listen, it didn't happen because he was too drunk and I didn’t want to take advantage of him.”

“He was too drunk? Didn’t he drive home?”

“No we ubered, his car is still at the place.”

“Oh my god, Mariah. I need to go.” You hung up before you could hear her response. You were fuming.

“You okay?” Josh asked, looking at you with caring eyes. You shrugged, not knowing what to say. You wanted to cry from anger, and you also really did not want to go home.

“Can you take me home now?” you asked him and he nodded. You didn’t even care about your bag that was left at Mariah’s, you decided you would go and get it later.

You hopped into Josh’s jeep and stared out the window as he turned on the music and drummed on his steering wheel. No one was talking, and you tried to focus on anything but last night.

“Can I ask you something?” Josh asked, breaking the silence.

“Go for it.”

“What are your true feelings for me?”

You looked at him and took a deep breath, “I really like you Josh. You make me feel a way I have never felt before.”

You could see Josh’s fingers tense up around the steering wheel.

“I don’t think we should follow through with those feelings,” he whispered. You felt like you were punched in the stomach.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked me?”

“I do Y/N, it’s just I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What do you mean hurt me?”

“You aren’t like anyone I have ever dated before, you’re-”

“I’m what? Huh?” you interrupted him.

“Innocent. You’re like this little girl and I’m just worried I’m going to hurt you.” He shook his head while he spoke.

“Innocent? A little girl?” You were in disbelief of what you were hearing.

Josh pulled up to your driveway and you started to get out of the car but Josh grabbed a hold of your arm.

“I still want to be your friend, Y/L/N.”

“I think it would be better if didn’t talk for a while,” you whispered tearing your arm away from him. Tears were already forming in your eyes, and you hopped out of your car and headed to your front door.

You opened it and prepared yourself for what your parents had in store for you. It couldn’t be any worse than pretty much losing your best friend, and your crush in the span of 24 hours.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” your mom screamed as you walked inside the house.

“I know what you’re going to say, and I’m sorry.”

“Look at you! You look like a slut, and are you hungover again?”

“It was Mariah’s idea.” You tried to avoid your mom's piercing eye contact by staring at your feet.

“I don’t care! What’s that on your wrist?” Her hand shot down to your arm as she tried to grab for your wrist but you quickly snatch it behind your back, tears flowing out now.

“It’s a tattoo. Okay? Happy? Sorry that I’m a fuck up and I’m not the perfect daughter you want!” you screamed at your mom, causing your dad to stand up and walk over to you.

“Don’t ever speak to your mother like that again,” he said with his face red with anger.

“I’m 18, stop treating me like a fucking child!” you ran past them and headed straight to your room. Your head was spinning from the anger and pain, and all you wanted to do was explode.

You threw yourself on your bed and bawled into your pillow, leaving black stains from mascara all over it. You wanted to throw up from the anxiety that was filling your stomach, and you wanted to punch the wall to distract yourself from everything going on.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you heard Bri ask from outside your door. You sighed, wiped your tears, and walked over to unlock the door. The moment she saw you she ran up and wrapped her arms around your body only making you cry all over again.

“It’s just not fair,” you mumbled.

“I may only be fourteen, but I know that it’s never fun getting in trouble.”

“Josh said he doesn’t want to date me and Mariah is being a bitch and my whole life is falling apart.”

“I’m sorry.” Bri’s arms held you tight and you could feel her breath on your arm. “This is the summer before I start college. My first summer of being an adult and i’m just grounded the entire time and pushing everyone that is important to me away.”

“You’ll never push me away, Y/N. Sisters and best friends for life,” she held out her middle finger for you to wrap yours around. It was your guys little handshake even though it wasn’t an actual handshake.

“Thank you, Bri. Don’t ever fall in love, it fucking sucks,” you laughed in between your tears.

“I won’t,” she laughed too.

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Chapter Six: I Predict A Riot

Summary: A sequel to I’m On Fire. The six of you were all happily joking, squeezed into a single booth. No one saw the man stood outside the diner watching. The relationship between you and Sweet Pea was growing stronger, it would make getting to you even harder but he was determined to do it. One way or another, he would get his revenge.

I’m On Fire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

I Predict A Riot: Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Abbreviations: Y/N - Your Name            Y/L/N - Your Last Name

A/N: So this has been a while coming and I’d like to apologise for that. I haven’t been entirely well the last few weeks and because of that I haven’t had an awful lot of motivation. Someone dropped me an anon asking when this would be out and I was surprised because at this point I was doing this for myself, I had no idea that people were still interested... So please, if you want these chapters coming out on the reg let me know. On another note, I hope you enjoy this chapter but the next one I plan on revealing a little bit more. Enjoy x

You held onto Jug’s arm for support as you walked down the blindingly white hospital corridor. You knew that you should be the one supporting Jug. He was walking with a limp, which he insisted wasn’t there, and a large, dark purple bruise had begun to form around his left eye. But you couldn’t help it. You were trying to prepare yourself, you knew he would be in a bit of a state but Jug reassured you that it wasn’t that bad. Apparently, Pea was claiming he would be coming with you to school tomorrow and you couldn’t help but scoff. 

Pea had been beaten up and was probably in a great deal of pain but he still brushed it off as nothing. He should look after himself but he was strong and determined. He could survive anything. Jug was rambling on about the Ghoulies and what had happened and you probably should have been listening but his voice faded into the general buzz of the hospital. Your eyes glazed over as you blankly stared ahead. The last few hours had been hell but you would be with Pea soon, that would help.

You were guided to the doorway of his room where you froze at the sight. Pea’s face was swollen, his eyes red and bloodshot and a deep cut on his eyebrow had been stitched up. Faint purple bruises decorated his jaw and neck and you were almost certain that the bruising on his throat were the shadows of fingers that had been wrapped around it earlier. His lip had been cleanly split open but he still attempted a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes though. He wasn’t really smiling.

Toni and Fangs were seated either side of him, throwing quips at one another and joking with Pea about who knows what. They tried to include him and Pea tried to join in but he wasn’t really there. His eyes were glassy and empty, there was no twinkle, there was no joy or anything. He smiled but it didn’t reach further than his lips, it wasn’t a real smile. It wasn’t his smile. A smile where his nose scrunched up and he donned a goofy grin, when he throws his head back and laughs heartily with his whole body, a laugh that breaks through that shield he has built and shows the world a brief glimpse of the Pea that you know. 

But he was distant and each time he moved he winced, so slight that Fangs and Toni probably didn’t notice, but he did. His smiles were tight and forced, his whole-body tense and wrapped in bandages. 

Jug gave you a push through the door and only then the occupants of the room saw you. Despite his injuries, Pea offered you a lop-sided smile. It was still tight and restricted but at least it touched his eyes. 

Silently, Toni stood from her seat beside him, offering it to you.“We’ll go get some coffee…” she awkwardly looked between you and Pea, “or something. Me and Fangs, we’ll go, we’ll just be out-” she gestured to the waiting room, “out there, if you need us.” It hadn’t fully sunk in that he was here and alive, after hours of pacing, imagining yourself mourning over his mauled body, you were lucky that he was still with you. 

Giving Fangs an elbow out the door, Toni chased the boys out before closing the door behind her.

“Come here, baby.” Your eyes met again and that ghost of a smile tugged at his lips again. On auto pilot, your legs carried you to the side of his bed where you seated yourself. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours as you traced his bruised and bloody knuckles with your thumb. He’d put up a fight, of course, he was Sweet Pea, he’d go down swinging no matter who he faced. Just the thought and idea of him brawling made you anxious thought and you hoped he would learn his lesson.

Finally, you returned your gaze to his where his eyes were searching for any sign of what you were feeling. 

“You’re alive.” 

Pea’s expression softened as he reached to caress your cheek, you didn’t miss the wince he tried to stifle. Nevertheless, you nuzzled into his hand, your eyes fluttering shut and, unwilling for him to let go, you gently held it in place. 

“I’m alive.” He whispered. 

He was here, holding you and you never wanted him to let go. He was here but you had to keep hold of him, scared that he would disappear before your eyes. He was here, just about in one piece, holding you. 

What had happened that night had just reaffirmed what you already knew: Pea would be move worlds to keep you safe and would put himself in the firing line before he let anyone touch you. But he had almost died, putting himself in the firing line to protect you. You had almost lost him because of his need to protect you. You should have stopped him. You should have known he would pull something stupid like this. Of course, he wanted to sort the Ghoulies out and the only way he could do think to do that was to play lone warrior hero and take them down all by himself. Of course, he thought that would work.

“What were you thinking, Sweet Pea?” You looked to him with a soft yet condescending expression, starting to stroke his hand soothingly. He sighed and looked to your lap, unable to keep eye contact. His other hand moved to your knee where he began to trace patterns.

After a stretch of silence, he finally spoke: “I wanted to protect you.” 

His voice was hardly above a whisper and it shook with his words. 

“I wanted to make sure no one dare touch you. You felt unsafe, they threatened you, they needed to pay.”

How could he still think like that? In what world would that fight have worked out in his favour? You couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was being. Angry tears threatened to escape. He had hardly survived, if you hadn’t tipped the Serpents off, you hated to think where he’d be…

“So, you went to the lion’s den.” The edge to your voice shocked him but of course you were angry, he should have expected it. 

He went in to a fight without a full armoury or any sort of plan, it was based on feeling, anger and hatred. Why should he think that just because he got beaten up you should excuse him? He should have known better. 

“The Serpents had decided, we had decided to wait for more evidence but no! You had to be the brave, lone warrior and go diving headfirst into a fight you would never win.” 

Tears streamed down your cheeks but your voice held strong. Pea wanted to comfort you, to hold you and wipe your tears away but he didn’t know what you were thinking or feeling. For all he knew, you’d never want to touch him again. 

“You should have known better! You could have died you fucking idiot!” Your voice broke as the tears intensified. You no longer knew what you were feeling. Anger? Betrayal? Hurt? Relief? 

Pea sat silently, scouring your eyes for even a hint of what you were thinking.

“You could have died! I thought you were dead!” Sobs began to rack through your entire body, shaking each and every muscle. “I thought you’d left me.” 

You were a mess, a crying, emotional mess and the trembling was the only consent that Pea needed before he pulled you to him, not caring about the pain it was causing him because he’d caused you pain. You needed him and he would be there for you. 

“Don’t leave. Please. You’re not allowed to die.” Your face came to rest against his chest and he buried his nose into your hair. You were here and he never wanted to leave you.

“I’ll try not to.” He muttered, shuffling over so you could swing your legs up and curl against his side. You nuzzled in to his side, taking care to not put pressure on the bandaged areas. Although tainted by the sterile stench of the hospital, the scent was undoubtedly Pea. He was here and you never wanted to leave him.

In this position, you fell asleep whilst Pea held onto your waist tight. He could not believe how lucky he was to have you. He would do everything within his power to protect you and stop you from getting hurt. If the person who was hurting you was himself? Then he’d have to obey and remain loyally by your side. But heaven must pray for anyone who dares hurt you, for he will unleash hell on them.

Tagged:

@swordsandserpents @justmesadgirl @galaxy-hale@nepriaa @wybcalum @happilydeadontheinside @we-chemical-kids @iamaunicorn4704 @quinzzelx @forever-the-broken @celestialcastiel @abundanceofcarolines@ashwarren32 @alien-tribute @fangirlbitch02@marauders162 @cherryblcssm @mari-cross @caleigh-bugg @harusaru07 @poolpartyingwithjaws @blueberry-lipgloss @riverdalesserpent @h-e-a-v-y-l-e-a-t-h-e-r @mdgrdians

[murobrown]

♥♥♥ @imthejoshinthepack thak youu for the tag ♥♥♥ Name: Alica Star Sign: Cancer Height: 155 cm Put your playlist on shuffle. What are the first four songs to come up? 1. Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds - End Credits (Wednesday Part 2) 2. Interpol - The Heinrich Maneuver 3. Jake Bugg - Put Out The Fire 4. Gorillaz - Rock The House Ever had a poem or song written about you? Yeah Alex Turner wrote Arabella about me...No, nobody ever wrote or ever will write a song about me When was the last time you played guitar? Oh long time ago. Probably during Janury. But I never played it since because I am too dumb and deaf for that  Who is your celebrity crush? Oh boy where do I start...from musicians Alex Turner, Jake Bugg, Miles Kane and young Damon Albarn and from actors Nico Mirallegro, Jim Sturgess, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ansel Elgort (I am so sorry if I missed someone that deserves to be on this list ♥) What’s a sound you love? What’s a sound you hate? I like sound of the rain or distant thunderstorm and I love listening to clocks ticking. I hate chewing sounds Do you believe in ghosts? No, not really. Sometimes I want to believe that some people aren’t really dead and their soul is here with us but I am very skeptical about those things How about aliens? I mean there has to be some life in the universe but I don’t believe it’s some super intelligent civilisation. If there is some life it’s probably just some microorganisms or just something very primitive  Do you drive? No and I never will What was the last book you read? Solprinsen (Sun Prince) by Per Nilsson...it’s for school but I enjoy it a lot Do you like the smell of gasoline? Yes I do  What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? I don’t know...nothing too serious but I got electroluted as a kid Do you have any obsessions right now? I am obsessed with album The Bright Lights & What I Should Have Leanrned by band Duels. It’s amazing if any of you have like 40 minutes to spare, listen to it! Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? It depends on the person and the situation. Sometimes I do and sometimes I am able to move on quickly In a relationship? No, not even close to be in one I tag: @happytimetravelmilkshake @rosecoloredvan @pavlovers @aquarelleskies @whitedeadflower @playit0ut @arcticvan @myownparadise96...if you want to :) 

[littlemissmeggie]

rules: tell us 10 songs you’re obsessed with right now and tag 10 blogs

i was tagged by my lovely friend @myaimlessuniverse. get ready for the weirdest list you’ve ever seen (probably)...

1. kiwi — harry styles (i finally got my kiwi tattoo so it’s been on heavy rotation.)

2. mmmbop — hanson (a brilliant song about the fragility and uncertainty of life. yes, i’m serious.)

3. sea of love — phil phillips (inspired the title of my last narry fic.)

4. waiting — jake bugg ft. noah cyrus (jake bugg and noah cyrus are the best duet ever, though he was pretty amazing on his own when i saw him in december.)

5. farrah fawcett hair — capital cities ft. andre 3000 (just genius.)

6. the beautiful people — marilyn manson (i don’t even know why but there’s just an amazing combination of his lyrics, his weird ass voice, and the guitar.)

7. someday — the strokes (because i fucking love the strokes. fuck me up, julian casablancas. for real.)

8. i can’t quit — the vaccines (i’m so excited for a new album that i can’t even tell you. it’s been almost three years.)

9. enter sandman — metallica (one of the greatest rock songs ever written. don’t try to convince me otherwise.)

10. on my own — niall horan (my theme song.)

i’m going to tag @catrinahartsnarry, @1dfourinfinity, @snapbacks-and-shades, @squishyharold, @wantniallie, and @lia-is-in-love. i know that’s only six but i think most of the people i would tag were tagged by sarah anyway. anyone else who wants to do this should and tag me so i can see!

[omgurmybae]

“Me and You”

Based on the song Me and You by Jake Bugg.

“They won’t catch me and you” he whispered to your ear, hugging you tight, all of his body covering yours.

Harry and you had been together for almost 9 months, you were the happiest person in the world by his side. You met him while he was still in One Direction, even tho you weren’t a big fan of them you worked on Harry’s favorite coffee shop, every night when he was in LA he would go and drink a latte, sometimes he even asked for a cupcake, but as the time went by he started talking to you, feeling confident and comfortable, he could be Harry with you, didn’t had to use the Styles. Just Harry. And you fell for him, you hoped every night he went back and sat in the corner, smiling at you and waving his hand.

When he asked you to be his girlfriend you didn’t knew what to say. Of course you wanted to say yes but you were afraid of the media and his public life. And he told you the same exact thing he had told you a few minutes ago.

“I’ll hold you with such delicacy, no they won’t catch me and you”

And you agreed, and he kissed you and you felt like flying. When Harry was in another country you felt alone, you felt lost, and he could say the same, he didn’t know what to do, you texted the other every day. Even if he was too busy with work he would always had time for a Good morning and a Good night text. Always.

You loved him so much, he was your rock, he was… everything. But sometimes it bothered you the way he spent his money. You knew it was his choice and it made you felt good, but sometimes it was too much. Like, he would closed an entire restaurant just so you and him could go out for dinner, you had told him that it would be great if you two stayed at your room watching a movie and ordering pizza but he said that he wanted to take you out but didn’t want eyes on you refering to paparazzi and others.

You could cope with Harry’s rumors, you knew that people were mean and they said shit just to sell something, and Harry, being the star of the moment was in everyone’s mouth. People talked about the way he goes to clubs, how he said he liked this or that and he told you not to trust them, of course you didn’t, you trusted Harry before anyone’s opinion. But someday it was a rumor about you, and you felt anxious.

A photo of you and Harry were on twitter, #Whosdatgirl was now trend and you almost fainted. Harry called you that day when he saw the photo and asked you how were you, you said you were fine but you weren’t, and he knew and took the first plane to L.A. You looked at the photo and remembered the date, it was from when Harry took you to see the fireworks in a festival. The photo only showed half of your face and your hand in Harry’s hand and you told yourself that it was nothing, that people wouldn’t guess it’s you and everyhing will be alright. But a few hours later someone tagged you on the post of the photo.

“She looks like the one in the pic” It said and in no time there were replyings and posts and all and you were in shock, how in hell those girls could have found you so fast?

“They’re better than the damn FBI, you know?” you told Harry through the phone. He was at the airport in London, and he laughed.

“’ll be ‘here in no time, love.” you said you will be fine but he didn’t take back and said he was on his way.

There were so many coments in your profile, some of them said you were beautiful and others that you look like shit, you felt a little odd but kept reading.

“She’s no one, why would Harry want to date her?”

“She is pretty but I don’t like her with Harry, he deserves better”

You felt bad now, didn’t want to believe them, in fact, you knew they were not right, they didn’t even knew you, but you couldn’t help yourself and felt a little bad when they said those things.

Harry arrived to L.A. and went straight to your dept, opening the door, found you in the couch, your laptop in the table in front of you and the tv on in some movie. He sat with you and wrapped you with his arms kissing the top of your head.

“All of these people want us to fail, I won’t let that happen now. Just you believe me, I’ll hide you discreetly. Discreetly from this cold world.” He said to you, and you did, you believed him, you will always will. And then he grabbed his phone from his pants and opened twitter, you always laughed about his tweets and how crazy they looked but this time you didn’t, you stood in silence while watching him writing a new post.

“All the time people follow us where we go, we both should believe the path that we chose. XX”

You smiled at him and kissed him, your hands stroking his hair, he smiled and left a kiss in your nose.

“There are too many flashes and guards around me, there’s too little time and places to see and we can wait so patiently. No they won’t catch you and me” he said, and closed your laptop and shut down his phone. It was only him and you. There will always be only him and you.

[hoshuuhh]

thank you sosososoo much for tagging me!💖 @hobisgodtape

rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better. 1. nickname: palomita/palomi, mono 2. gender: nb 3. star sign: aries 4. height: 1.64 cm 5. time: 3am (randomly woke up remembered the tag) (currently 8:30 am) 6. birthday: 14th of April 7. favourite band(s): in general the strokes are still my favs, am, vw.. but kpop wise seventeen, bts, monsta x, nct, red velvet, pristin, f(x), pentagon.. and I listen to more but I don't think they qualify as favs 8. favourite solo artist: BEYONCE, Adele, Jake bugg, miles Kane.. idk 9. song stuck in my head: we like, pristin 10. last movie watched: I.. don't remember rn 11. last show watched: fight my way lmao but didn't even finish the episode 12. when did i create my blog: around August 2014)): 13. what do i post: the groups that I like, memes and other things 14. last thing i googled: método dialéctico lmao 4 skool 15. do you have other blogs: an abandoned youtube one lmfao 16. do you get asks: not as often as before cus I changed my content so I lost like (4real) 100 followers 17. why did you choose your url: bc I am waiting for THE hixtape that will hopefully be released this year and people should know about it 18. following: 1056 (so many are inactive) 19. followers: 2,134 20. favourite colours: black, gray, burgundy.. white but should not be allowed to be around anything white 21. average hours of sleep: hopefully 4, luckily 7 22. lucky number: 8 23. instruments: bass guitar is a fav but I can't play any instrument 24. what am i wearing: my jammies 25. how many blankets i sleep with: 1 but I should get another one 26. dream job: something that I'm good at makes me happy 27. dream trip: visit some the most calm sighting place and also busy cities 28. favourite food: pasta, sandwiches, tacos cus all 3 go w almost anything 29. nationality: mexican 30. favourite song now: summer 127 lmaoo • blogs i’m tagging:

@miniminijiminni @sugaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @witchboywonho @jk-int-playboy @dolltaeyong @reginaspektorvevo @hobintae

im not tagging anyone else cus i don't really have friends lmao but thanks

[fairyovth]

i was tagged by @miss-ironheart and @toddjasonn ❤️ rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

1. nicknames: tay. 2. gender: cis female. 3. star sign: aries. 4. height: 5ft1 or 154cm. 5. time: 06:49 am. 6. birthday: march 23rd. 7. favorite bands: metallica, arctic monkeys, breaking benjamin, sabaton, pearl jam, audioslave, muse, misfits, kings of leon, twenty one pilots, dead man’s bones, the doors, joy division, engenheiros do hawaii, bedroom.... also little mix and bts lmao i’m not even ashamed. 8. favorite solo artists: cazuza, keaton henson, jake bugg, dua lipa, marilyn manson (should it be in bands tho? idk but i really love him as an artist and as a person), hozier, james bay, nando reis, david bowie, eddie vedder. 9. song stuck in my head: monster by starset. 10. last movie I watched: wall-e, lmao. 11. last show I watched: lucifer. 12. when did I create my blog: 2015 probably. 13. what do I post: lots and lots of les miserables, a bit of league of legends cuz i’m trash, and some plots.  14. last thing I googled: "is soy a protein or a vegetable” lmao i was teaching and my student asked me that, and bc i suck at everything biology related i had to google it for her. 15. do you have any other blogs: i have and indie rp blog. 16. do you get asks: never :(. 17. why did you choose your url: because i really really love enjolras, and he represents me a lot. also every jehan-related url was already taken.  18. following: 237. 19. followers: 200. yay. 21. average hours of sleep: i don’t have an average? i mean, the other day i spent 24+ hours awake, then i slept for 12 hours, now god knows what will happen next. i have a very complicated relationship with sleep, one may say hehe. 22. lucky number: 23. 23. instruments: violin. 24. what am I wearing: my college sweatshirt (which i never wear to college bc it’s tooooo big) and jeans.  26. dream job: teacher and writer. i’m already a teacher so we’re half way there! 27. dream trip: everywhere!!! but rn i really wanna visit paris. blame it on les mis. 28. favorite food: lasagna. 29. nationality: brazilian. 30. favorite song right now: boy meets evil by bts.  i’m tagging @gabeof1x1 @harleyplots @contessinas @ozwrites @septicwrites and whoever wants to do it, really <3 

[holtonbuggsus]

HOLTON BUGGS | Internet Marketing Secret: Exactly How to Win a Mother's Heart

Last weekend break, I went to a semi-annual convention for a business that I rep. Or at the very least it was simply 'a company' before I got there ... now it's 'THE firm'.

  - Sure the food was wonderful.

  - Certainly everyone was welcoming as well as on their finest actions.

  - Yes, fulfilling everyone in person as well as seeing manufacturing first hand was critically important.

  - And the audio speakers were fantastic.

  - And also I came away with even more ideas than I can also understand this week.

  - And, and, and also ...

  - It was an amazing occasion complemented by Karaoke after dinner the last night (seems a little out there, I make sure ... yet what FUN!).

  But none of that held a candle to the power of everybody's reaction to my youngsters existing.

  Personal Advancement: Never Ever prematurely.

  This year my girls are 4 and also 12.

  The older one I provided a crucial to our room and also turned her loose ... I really felt that comfy with the facility we were in.

  She talked to the various other 'tweens' that went to and was voluntarily subjected to more personal growth training that I can have hoped for all year.

  The 4yo ... well, it's a good thing she's cute. We made our reasonable share of trips to the snacks, that's for sure ... yet still, I can just picture what could be sticking to her little flexible mind in they means of favorable and out of the box reasoning.

HOLTON BUGGS

How amazing to start THAT particular journey at such a young age!!

  We've Heard it a Hundred Times.

  The number of Mamas are drawn in to Direct Sales and also Internet Marketing?

  I'm uncertain of the stats, but I think we all realize that the WHY that obtains many individuals interested in mlm is a need to be closer to their companions, their families.

  " Quality time with loved ones" ... we've heard it a hundred times, haven't we?

  What we want above all from our networking experience is to have time as well as economic freedom. Why should not that be true at the initial factor of connection with the company?

  9 Ways to Make Your Occasions A Lot More Household Friendly.

  o Offer a 'youngster ticket' price.

  o Hold your convention in a hotel that invites family members.

  o Bargain a respectable dual space price with breakfast included.

  o Give 'child dishes' as a choice (but not a requirement).

  o Include a strolling scenic tour preferably.

  o Have plenty of interactive video games and also tales are constantly an and also (for everybody).

  o Honor and value them from the platform.

  o Include them in the presentations.

  And also last but not least ...

  o Give every person the very same 'things' at registration (name tag, pen, binder, etc.).

  It's my opinion that when you deal with kids seriously, they take the occasion more seriously and you obtain even more of what you want out of 'em.

  The Icing on the Cake: Partnership.

  My kids really didn't wish to leave.

  All they could discuss on the way residence was "Are we goin' once again in the Autumn??" ... "Well?? Can we, can we ??".

  Believe they're a little much better purchased the success of our business currently?

  Yet you want to hear the best component?

  We got residence Sunday evening all sparkling and also ecstatic and it appears like my husband will probably attend next round as well.

  Can not beat that ... a tax deductible business trip that can double as a family members holiday.

  Commemorate and Companion with the Kid!

  They ARE the next generation of sales individuals after all;--RRB-.

[holton-buggs]

HOLTON BUGGS  | What About Network Marketing?

Network Marketing or Multi-Level Advertising (Multi Level Marketing) has actually been because 1945 with the California Vitamin Business. Several concur, Nutrilite, as it's known today, was the very initial firm to make use of the mlm approach to market it's item. Commonly multi level marketing and direct selling describe the strategies of selling the item by sales individuals directly to the customer.

  The Multi-level marketing tag usually describes the compensation process. Network marketing can offer an actual, easy stream of revenue, by this I suggest a stream of revenue that does not need your individual input 100% of the time.

  In the normal job framework, the business owner and high executives are normally paid on the work and also effort of the people that they utilize. I lately viewed an episode of ABC's Shark Storage tank. On this specific episode Mark Cuban, a shark, tells a young entrepreneur that he's very active, yet he 'd want to provide him x amount of cash and his personal mentoring as well as input for y% of the business.

  Do you understand exactly how a man who is an entrepreneur himself, has a basketball team, generates movies, as well as a guest celebrities on TELEVISION programs, can provide his time to a newbie? Due to the fact that he's learned to take advantage of his time. Mark has individuals that benefit him. So while he's guest starring on USA's Necessary Roughness, people working for him are making him cash.

  Internet marketing opens up the door for ordinary people like you to earn phenomenal wide range, because, it allows you to do exactly what Mark has actually done to succeed his very own service, include utilize. If you just get paid of what you do, then you are trading time for cash; but if you leverage your time by having other people benefit you after that you make money also when you are not working. Basic right?

  That's what makes multi level marketing so powerful. It's the opportunity to get involved in an organisation, then hire other business owners, like yourself, as well as have them work their service; yet the advantage is you can gain commissions on the sales they make.

HOLTON BUGGS

The dispute, in my opinion, with mlm is this. Several companies that declare to be internet marketing firms are so near to pyramid systems it's difficult to inform the various. A pyramid plan, in my understanding, is a service structure where the main emphasis of the company is to subscribe individuals right into the business with little to no trading of product and services.

  If you exist with a possibility where the main focus of the firm is the commissions you obtain from signing up various other representatives. After that it's a respectable possibility the company is better to a pyramid system than a straight selling company. The business should be extra worried with selling its product and services rather than marketing business chance.

  A great deal of firms do compensate you for referring new distributors as well as some even pay you commissions on the sales that they make, however the company must be concentrated on selling its items. If the products provided deserve their value, after that a lot more products will certainly be marketed. If even more products are marketed then that will draw in much more representatives.

  Think about it by doing this. If a fast food restaurant wants to include a line of soft drinks, possibilities are it will reach out to Pepsi. Why? Since it is a heavyweights and also their products market! Pepsi does not need to supply substantial referral costs because their products market. But that does not mean they don't employ people to press their items! It just indicates that a great firm has a healthy and balanced equilibrium.

  Just getting started in mlm can be a tough action. However allow me motivate you, you can be successful in multi level marketing it just takes knowing the ideal material.