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snowinabottlearchived · 4 years

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a day later ( because yesterday i was with my parents and we did nothing but eat , drink and celebrate ) , i am finally putting up a post i wanted to write ever since . 2020 is coming to an end and for the first time in weeks i have the chance to properly sit down and thank everyone who accompanied me through this year and made it bearable . i could probably write an entire essay about how grateful i am for every single of my mutuals who stuck around despite my activity was spotty , who sent me nice messages and asks when times were tough and to all the amazing people who fought so hard themselves and got through . this time i want to make it a little more personal , because through hardship and bad experiences i learned what FRIENDSHIP really means and that even though disappointments happen , there will always be those worth keeping on for . i hope EVERYONE WHO READS THIS knows that i am happy to have you here , to see you on my dash and that this platform still is my main safe space to be creative and escape reality from time to time . you matter . every single one of you . but now , to some more personal lines .

@rgerscap / @serpernt / @hunterheroes bea . you are and have been my best friend ever since i can remember writing over here . i do not even know how long we have been plotting and talking , but from this point on i can not even imagine a life without you . meeting up in february was one of the best things that happened this year , because you are such a beautiful , kind and funny person inside and out . i am beyond grateful to have you at my side , to be able to reach out to you when i feel alone , when i feel troubled , but also when we are just two stupid knobheads . thank you so much for everything you did for me . thank you for existing , for being my friend , for being you . i love you so much . @bluemoontm / @demonify / @impaladrove i dont even know where to start . we two have been through quite some stuff this year , but you were always there . you always helped me , you listened and our constant motivation we tried to give each other was what brought me through 2020 . no matter what or where we start to write , i enjoy our plots and endless ideas so much , that i would not even be here anymore if it wasnt for you . even when everything seemed to fall apart you remained at my side , encouraged me , never doubted me and for that i will be forever thankful . you became one of my closest , best friends which i can , at this point , say without any doubts . i mean . listen . bringing me to make two more blogs ? ? you did the impossible . i just hope covid is over soon and we can do our coffee shop tour , hang out and have wine and italian food . you mean the world to me . thank you for everything slate . @adstellar antonia , meine liebste popocreme . its been a year since we met at my place and surely three since we started talking . we do not only work in the same job , but also helped each other through so many things that i stopped counting . talking to you on discord or the phoney phone , writing our babies on tumblr or just planning another holiday together . you mean so much to me and i am beyond grateful to have you in my life . you are an amazing person , so please never ever change . @villeneuvetm / @margirfolk scotchy ! ! of course you belong on this list of special people , simply because you are . i know that sometimes you feel left out or overlooked , but you are a wonderful , talented writer and such a joy to talk to ooc as well . weve been talking for quite some time now and been mutuals since forever , which i am very grateful for . your constant interest in amelia , your will to plot with me and throw your amazing muses my way just makes me so happy so please know that i will always and forever write all the things with you . thank you for being my friend ! ! @absolveres cyn my favorite co pilot and fellow flame thrower enthusiast . youve been dealing with my slow potato ass for ages now and i have no words to say how thankful i am you did not just yeeted me out of the plane right into the next best river . you are such a generous , talented and caring person that i will always and forever wait for you and replies - ic and ooc . talking to you about personal stuff , about our beloved disaster game or plotting endless things for our two lost causes is everything and something i will love forever . i hope you are reading this despite your little break , because you are missed deeply . i am sending you all the love . @lastfulcrum you thought . i just went through my blog and - believe it or not - our first threads are three damn years old . lucy , when you reached out a few days ago , i was so shocked that i had no words to express how happy i am that you are back from your hiatus . i always loved writing with you , talking ooc , plotting and do like 34234324 aus , simply because you are such a good writer and great person . i hope you are aware that you glued yourself to me and my blog with invisible glitter glue and are trapped forever . again . i am so , so glad you are back . @takemetochrch oh , of course you wont be left out here . i think i dont have to say how much i adore you and jack ? ? i am so grateful we started writing and so happy to have you in my tumblr life . our dynamics - no matter if its jack and amelia , or jack and castiel - warm my heart and lighten up my dash so much , that i am excited about every reply and every edit that comes my way . thank you for writing all of this with me , for being so loving and invested . it means the world to me . you are amazing ! ! and then there are some amazing , outstanding people on my dash i wanted to mention as well . simply because they have been good friends , mutuals , inspiring souls i enjoy seeing every time their names pop up . i love you all to bits . thank you for following me , writing with me , being so wonderful . i am sending you all the cookies , snowflakes and positive thoughts for holidays and the next year to come . please stay safe . @soulstcne , @fcxedbecty , @conniidel , @itshellscrown , @myersbprd , @seidmadr , @wxrldkiller , @alongingwithin , @outlawiism , @venuscommissions , @sicarea , @batisms , @failedhero , @waywardfeathered , @willchosen , @horrorempathy , @crimsonshe , @atomiism , @icameasiam , @sunsymbols , @experimcnts , @optmstc , @timidstrcngth , @pepperpxtts , @lunelios , @thunderbringer , @risaen , @unsnare , @viividpurity and everyone else who sees this . merry christmas , happy holidays . thank you for existing .

#╰ ☆ shut up and dance with me ╱ mun speaking #long post tw #this took me like an hour #and endless scrolling #BUT I LOVE YOU ALL

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alienbrainwave · 7 years

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you absolutely hate when people imply that youre stupid, but then sit here and make the stupidest fucking decisions and expect everyone to agree??

#abdj #sorry im really pissed at my mom #shes the backbone of this company #and the last few days weve been off work because a disk in her back slipped #1) she didnt go to any doctors/chiropractors #2) now today shes planning on going to work because she feels better but her back still feels very weak #3) i tell her all the reasons why going is a bad idea but she refuses to listen #4)then admits that she told the people we are working for last night that we are coming today #like #wtf #youre literally so fucking stupid #you could hurt your back getting out of th truck #and we are all out of work for two more weeks??#like its a really sensitive situation #fuck the disk slipped yesterday morning when she was SLEEPING even though she was feeling better #and the worst part is that if nothing happens today and she feels great #shes going to fucking throw it in my face as proof that she isnt stupid #like no youre really fucking stupid and make bad decisions constantly #and you just got really fucking lucky this time #urg i hate my family and i hate working for my mok #mom

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darthyentruoc · 4 years

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Run Away With Me

Mary-beth Gaskill x Reader

I suck at using punctuation so please forgive me if parts make no sense.

Also use whatever name and pronoun that makes you comfortable.

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It was one of many sleepless nights at beaver hollow, the way your mind raced about everything made it so hard to rest, you knew it was getting to mary-beth also, you tried to soothe her worry but she wasnt stupid she could see how the gang was falling apart and how close we all were to being abushed by bounty hunters because of dutchs stupid plans.

Your eyes gazed around the camp everyone divided even whilst asleep one group on one side another on the next it made you sad to see it like this so torn and depressing you felt mary-beth stirring on your chest 'you awake?' You whispered expecting no response 'yea, i cant sleep, my nerves are shot' she answered rising into a sitting position you did the same 'you dont have to worry ok....ill keep you safe but i need to make sure we help as many as we can' you explained making extra care to keep your voice low 'run' she said gently grabbing your hands 'run away with me and dont look back' she was absolutely serious 'you know i cant, i want nothing more than for us to be done with all of this but.... it .....it aint that simple and you know that as well, if i leave...if we leave and a couple of weeks down the line we read about a massacre where women and a child were killed by bounty hunters we could never live with ourselves' you explained before lifting her dainty hands to your lips and pressing a kiss to them. 'I know, i guess i was just dreamin. Thats all, youre right weve gotta get everyone out','ive got a plan to do it but i need your help, tomorrow find out which ones want to stay and who wants to go. Ill make sure me and arthur, john, charles or sadie is on watch tomorrow night, ill set up a wagon not far from here where you can get away' she nodded as you both lay back down and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning you left camp early in search of a wagon to hide, after finding it relatively early you attatched your horse and rode back to camp but through the back entrance and left it along the river.

You entered camp nervously making sure it was safe 'nice day out?' Bill questioned you rolled your eyes at him ignoring him completely and carrying on into camp. Mary-beth was on you like a hawk 'i spoke to everyone i could so Pearson, Uncle, Me, Karen, Abigail, Jack and John' you eyed her suspiciously 'what about Tilly and Susan?' She shook her head at your words at that you quickly locked eyes with tilly who was stood drinking a cup of coffee by the stew pot and walked over to her 'dont even ask me, i know what youre here for, i aint no traitor','tilly just listen, this here is done... there aint nothing to betray dutch he .... well hes lost himself and we are all gonna pay the price, please just do as i ask. Go with mary-beth and pearson ok i couldnt get over it if you died because of your unwavering loyalty' she seemed to roll your words around for a minute before deciding 'alright ill go, i guess for what its worth youre right' she finished, rushing off to pack her things up.

Next you went after Mrs Grimshaw probably the most loyal of the whole gang but you had to try to at least save her, you and mary-beth spotted her by her tent reading before approaching her quietly. She looked up at you both eyeing you suspiciously 'susan?' You said as you knelt down toward her, 'what can i do for you Mr/Miss Morgan?','i need you to leave' you started your sentance causing her to giggle 'leave... whatever for?' She asked closing her book and placing it down next to her. 'This is over susan you know it as well as me, that if the pinkertons come through again they will massacre us all! Now dutch he is deluded and we are all going to pay the price',' i cant leave Y/N ive been apart of this gang for so long i dont know anything else, i always figured id die for it' she explained a nostalgic smile painting her face 'i know, we all did but it aint worth it. The girls they need you, i need you, to die this way would be a waste you still have a chance.....please do it for me' you pleaded 'ill think about it Mr/Miss Morgan',' thats all i ask' you finished before standing and walking away.

'Did you find out who's on guard?','Charles swapped with Javier and Bill so you and Charles are on guard tonight' she smiled knowing that everything was coming together and so did you knowing that the people who you respected most were getting a second chance at life.

That night you went on guard as normal, waiting for it to get dark and for everyone to go to sleep seemed to take forever. As soon as both were apparent you signalled to everyone to move down the hill, you, Sadie, Arthur and Charles led them to the wagon and tethered up the horses. You began to feel a lump in your throat forming as you all hugged everyone for maybe the last time 'thank you, youre saving my family' abigail sobbed as john held onto her and his son giving you a respectful nod. Looking around it seems like everyone but susan was on the wagon, your heart sank as you didnt want her to die for something that didnt matter anymore but as you were about to go back for her she patted you on the shoulder 'room for one more Mr/Miss Morgan?' You smiled as you guided her by the hand up onto the wagon.

You finally turned to mary-beth her eyes were wet with tears 'please come with me' she sobbed cupping your face gently, 'i cant right now theres some things i need to do. Ive told pearson to set up a camp near lake owanjila so ill be there ok, i promise' you finished as you planted a gentle yet beautiful kiss onto her lips for maybe the last time, you took in everything; the way her perfume smelled, the heat of her skin, the softness of her lips all the little things you tried to memorize.

You wiped the stray tears off of her cheeks and guided her up onto the wagon next to Tilly 'you look after her, do you hear?' You said 'of course we will you look after yourself, all of you' Tilly smiled as she wrapped her arm around your love, mary-beths eyes were locked onto yours as the wagon began to depart.

You Sadie, Arthur and Charles waved until the wagon was out of sight 'what are we going to tell dutch?','i dont know do you think he'll believe we fell asleep' you all laughed at your responce patting you on the back and heading back up to beaver hollow, you did nothing. Standing in the road your heart breaking, with nothing but hope that you would reunite with them again, Your family. Your love.

#mary beth gaskill #mary-beth gaskill imagine #rdr2 #mary beth gaskill x reader #mary beth #mary-beth gaskill x reader #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 fandom #red dead redemption 2

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years

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and then there was light [4] {Roger Taylor}

A/N: 5060 words. part 4? part 4. it’s a bit of a darker one and before you ask, there will be a part 5, you know i wouldn’t end it on a cliffhanger and do you dirty like that.

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The moment Roger steps foot into the meeting about the design of the shows for the upcoming American legs of the ‘Night at the Opera’ world tour, he’s pretty sure he’s already mentally checked out. Freddie’s doing all the talking, to literally no-one’s surprise; the man has big ambitions for his own costumes, and knows the other guys will pipe up about their own needs when they get to meet with just the costume designer. John Reid brings up the technical requirements, Roger’s got the ‘galileo’s from Bohemian Rhapsody playing on repeat in his head as he stares into the middle distance, and it’s Deaky who sits forward.

“We’ve got a pretty solid idea for the lights; Freddie and I have been consulting with a designer in America; she’s freelance, used to work for EMI, she’s reliable.” He assures, and Roger’s thinking ‘hey that sounds familiar’ but Reid seems satisfied and they’re already moving on to the staging and sound equipment needed.

Roger doesn’t connect the dots at first; it’s been almost four years since that fateful American tour, and they’ve had other tours come and go since, and as far as the others are concerned, they’re pretty sure he hasn’t spared you a thought since arriving home at the end of that tour. But he does, even if he doesn’t mean to.

The tour after you’d quit working for EMI, someone drops a parcan side of stage, and his heart is in his throat when he realises he was waiting to hear you yell ‘okay that one wasn’t my fault’ or something similar. All he hears is a faint apology, and a call from someone to get a broom. The scheduling’s different this time around, he can’t even have a cigarette in an empty theatre without some stagehand buzzing back and forth, or a band member trotting across the stage as they practice. It would be so much easier to lay on the stage if the rest of them were confined to one place while they played, like he was behind the drums. It’d be boring as shit, he would be the first to acknowledge that, but it would mean he would get stepped on less during lunch, and that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make with the toe of Freddie’s shoe poking at his waist.

Nothing serious had come his way in that time, or rather, he’d never found anyone who could hold his attention for more than a week or two. People became dreadfully boring when all they wanted to do was faun over him and fuck him; not that it wasn’t fun at first, it was always fun at first, but there was a lack of variety, a sinking sensation that these people were more attracted to the idea of him that left a sour aftertaste.

But now he’s here, new company, new album, second leg of the new tour, new chance to sample all different women across this great nation. He’s already a little tipsy from his multiple jack and coke’s on the plane when they land, and he’s passed out on the tour bus before it even gets to the first tour stop. Once in Conneticut, he’s dragged from the bus, and informed that as soon as the tech crew had finished their meeting, they could start loading in their instruments.

“How long have they been here?” Brian asks the stage hand, and the guy shrugs.

“A couple of hours; the Floor Tech wanted the drum risers set up before she gave the brief.” He tells them as he lead the band in to the theatre, where most of the crew were milling about on stage.

“She always did have a flare for the dramatic.” John says with a grin where his eyes were trained on the stage, and Freddie hums in agreement, which only serves to confuse Roger further until he sees an all too familiar figure climbing the drum risers with a clipboard in hand.

“Alright guys, can I have your attention, please?” Even after all these years, the sound of your voice hits Roger square in the chest. “I wanna make this as quick and painless as possible, so after today we can bump in and bump out without any hassles.” You addressed the crowd with an easy confidence from your place at the top of the drum risers, tapping your nails against the back of the clipboard in your hands, wearing the overalls he’d seen you in so many times before.

“You can call me Spotlight; I’m the Head Floor Tech for the tour, as well as lighting designer; those of you on my lighting team, you’ve got a copy of the lighting plan, and I’ll be talking to you about how we’re gonna run it after this. Next time, I’ll get some help from the stage hands to set up the drum risers, I had a few people help me today to get them set up early, but that’s just because I like being tall.” With a sharp grin you pause as a titter of laughter spreads around the group, “stage management team, you’re in charge of making sure side of stage is set up with anything the band needs, and that it’s clear of unnecessary clutter and people, and running cabling for the sound guys; they’ll tell you what they need.”

After a beat, you look around the gathered crowd, and nod firmly, a gesture which a few of them return.

“If you have any questions, remember; find your Light.” You point directly at yourself. “We break for lunch at one, but until then we’ve got a lot to get through; let’s get rockin’.” Grinning brightly, you hop down from the risers into the crowd of crew members, ushering a bunch, each holding a sheet of paper, off to the side, as the others scattered like cockroaches under light.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Roger finally finds his voice where he’s still standing, a little dumbstruck, alone in the aisle of the theatre where the others had left him behind.

“Didn’t you hear her speech? Spotlight’s our lighting designer.” Freddie calls over his shoulder, eyes wide and innocent, as if he hadn’t set this all up without thinking to mention it to Roger.

“Our what now?” He splutters, jogging a little to catch up to the other band members as they made their way towards the stage. He’s not quite sure what he’s doing, or what will happen when he gets their; the last thing you’d said to him was that you were stupid to think he was above his reputation, while you were in tears, and then it had been three years of nothing. He’s not going to run, at least he’s pretty sure he’s not; he’s self aware enough to know he was in the wrong last time you spoke, that he was an asshole, but he’s not going to be a coward. Not again.

“That was quite the speech.” John waits patiently until the crew who made up the lighting team had dispersed before addressing the familiar face at the centre. You turn, eyes bright and smile brighter, casually making your way towards him and the rest of the band.

“Yeah, I really feel in my element, you know?” It’s with an easy familiarity that you pull John into a hug, giving him a firm squeeze. “Good to finally see you again.” And then you’re hugging Freddie, and then Brian, and you stop short in front of Roger. It’s a stalemate, neither one wanting to be the first to look away, but both unsure of what to do. In the end, you don’t even offer him a handshake, just nod, and you turn back to the others.

“How’s Pippin been?” Freddie asks, and you’re about to answer, but Roger cuts in.

“Hang on, can someone fill me in here? Lovely to see you, by the way, just a little confused as to how you got here.” He says, and you’re lost for words, just blinking rapidly, trying to process the whole situation.

“Did you not tell him I was working with you guys?” Your words come out incredulous as you turn your gaze upon John and Freddie, who seem just as bewildered as you.

“I thought he’d cotton on when I mentioned an American designer who used to work for EMI.” John mused, turning his gaze on Roger, who frowned, thinking back to the initial meeting he’d just mentioned.

“I did,” Brian piped up, before casting a smile at John and Freddie that was just a little bit confused, “though I wasn’t a part of this little setup.” He tried to reassure the drummer.

“In my defense,” Roger started, before his gaze dropped, “I wasn’t paying attention, design isn’t exactly my forte.” He admitted, and you had to shake your head at that, exasperated and already a exhausted.

“Pippin’s good.” You go back to John’s initial question. Pippin isn’t so much a person as it is a touring version of a Broadway musical that had opened a year ago, to great success.

It turns out a written letter of recommendation from both the lead singer, and bass player of Queen goes rather far in the industry. After taking some time for yourself, you call up EMI to beg them not to fire you, however it turns out you needn’t have; both John and Freddie had given glowing reports of your work ethic and skill, and the man on the other end of the line is just eager to know when you were next available.

The moment you’re on site next, they tell you you’ve been promoted to Floor Tech; they hand you a roll of gaff tape and a drill and a whole new set of responsibilities, heaped onto your usual load. You don’t even remember who had been performing, the tour had only lasted a month, all you know is that they were calling you Spotlight from the moment you’d arrived; apparently it was what Freddie had called you, and John had to clarify.

John is the first to contact you again, through EMI of course, and he becomes something of a comfort when you consider taking your career beyond the company that kept you firmly in the one position on tour. Freddie calls you less often, and never about business; it’s John who gives you the courage to leave EMI, and he’s the one who helps set up as a freelance theatre and event crew member.

People had been head hunting you from tour to tour, beyond even EMI, some smaller acts even giving you the full Lighting Designer role. They expect you to sit back, let a stage hand or an assistant to take care of it, but every time you watch someone else focus a spot, your fingers itch to be doing it yourself. Dedicated to a fault, Roger had once called you, you think about it every time you climb an unsteady ladder, and think perhaps that he’s right.

The moment Pippin announces it’s tour, and puts out calls for crew, you’re first in line for the job, putting your hat in the ring for lighting, but happy enough to take any crew role. Not that you don’t love working with bands, but there’s a certain finesse that comes with theatre lighting that you can’t get anywhere else in the world. After two years, and the support of both John and Freddie, you find yourself as the assistant Lighting Designer, as well as Head Floor Tech, and once you step foot onto the tour bus, everything else becomes history.

Speaking of history, later in the day, after the rest of the crew have broken for lunch, you’re wedged under the drum risers, running some cables, when you hear someone climb up them, taking a seat at the drums.

“If you play one beat-” You’re cut off by Roger’s yell of surprise, as he’s so startled he almost falls off his chair.

“Holy shit, who is that?” He’s breathing heavily, voice panicked, and for a moment you take pleasure imagining clutching his hand to his chest like a delicate, little grandmother.

“Take a wild stab in the dark,” you mutter, unwedging yourself from beneath the structure, raising an eyebrow as you look at him. Almost immediately he’s frowning, and you’re thrown back to the moment almost three years ago where you’d been here before, looking up at him from behind the drum risers after you’d changed out the light mid-show. Clearing your throat loudly, you break the moment, getting to your feet and making your way to the side of the stage.

“What are you doing here?” He calls, watching idly as you go about counting out fly lines until you get to the one you’d been looking for. You’d gotten here early to go through the fly-line procedure with the Duty Tech for the venue, and now you lowered the LX bar it was attached to with ease after making sure there was no-one in the way. Your focus made something in his chest tighten, and he feels like he’s being taken back in time; you’re beautiful when you work, passionate and skilled, meticulous, that hadn’t changed. Roger has to look away.

“My job,” and you just sound tired when you say it, already securing the meticulously placed lights onto the bar you’d just lowered, going along and fixing them to the metal in a neat line. An uncomfortable silence spreads between you, punctuated only by the scrape of metal against metal, and the rattle of the safety chains.

“What are you doing here?” You don’t even try to hide the snippiness from your voice, not even turning to look at his as the accusatory words hang in the air.

“I’m having a smoke in what I thought was going to be relative peace, it’s something I do, okay?” Voice defensive, you hear the rustle of cardboard and hear the click of a cigarette, your annoyance growing with each passing moment.

“No, it’s what I do. It’s what I did three years ago, you just started showing up. You stole my relative peace.” You snapped, turning to him, a blazing fury in your eyes at his words, before your lip curled in disgust, “And you don’t even do anything with it.” You scoffed, and he went quiet, sulking behind his drum kit. Sensing he wasn’t got to talk back you turn back to your work.

The moment you turn away, he sees the way you heave a sigh, angry tension draining from your shoulders, a little hunched as you concentrated. Your hands shake a little as you fiddle with the safety chains. There’s still that confidence there, the ease with which you moved about the stage, but unlike around other people, when it was just Roger - though he suspected you were pretending he wasn’t there - you just looked... weary.

After that first town, he keeps his distance for a few stops, though the other band members look to keep you company on occasion. But then... he’s there again. Quiet this time, he just watches where you hold yourself like royalty at the top of a rickety ladder, so sure of yourself. He’d forgotten the sight of you in your element, and it hits him like a truck.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You snap when you chance a glance down and see his awestruck expression looking up at you. The shock comes when he actually looks abashed, averting his gaze, picking up his drumsticks and tapping out a rhythm that you’re pretty sure you recognise.

You’re both too stubborn to give the other one the peace of the theatre at lunch, however, while you’re content with stewing in silence as you worked, Roger, to no-one’s surprise, is not.

“How’ve you been?” He brings himself to ask. You stop where you’re replacing a gel on one of the drum riser lights, taking a long moment to consider your words carefully.

“Busy.” Tired. The subtext comes through loud and clear, despite your short answer, and once you’d finished with the light, you stand, before taking a moment to stretch your back out from behind hunched over.

“Working a lot?” I can tell. He answers after a long pause, almost sympathetic, and you know he’s not really responding to the words you’d said out loud.

“Yeah, non stop.” No subtext, just responding at face value, before your eyes up to the mostly finished rig. Afternoons were for last minute fixes and focusing, there wasn’t much left you could do, unless you were willing to ask for Roger’s help.

“When did your last thing end?” He asks, and you click your tongue as you turn on your heel, burned out gel in your hand, heading for a bin.

“Two days before this one.” You admitted. When you’re met with silence, you turn, and Roger’s frowning at you, almost disbelieving.

“You’re not still sleeping on the tour bus, are you?” He asks, and you roll your eyes before you tell him your accommodation is paid for this time around. You’re the first to leave, for the first time since everything had started, you leave halfway through to actually eat lunch, leaving Roger to himself.

When he’s drunk after the show, leaning against some local pub, with a girl leaning against him, heavy enough that the two of them would have tipped over if it wasn’t for the counter, he can’t get you out of his mind.

“I didn’t ruin her career.” His eyes go wide as the words, with something akin to revelation, escape him, and the girl makes a noise of confusion, her fingers ghosting over his chest, but he can’t even bring himself to enjoy it.

“I didn’t ruin her career!” He announces, excited and pleased in his inebriated state, sitting himself so forcefully on the arm of Freddie’s chair that he spills part of his drink. Freddie makes a noise of confusion, looking up at the blonde, and Roger gesticulates enough to spill more of his drink, ignoring Freddie’s yelp. “Spotlight! She said I’d ruined her career!”

“When?” Freddie asks, just as John pops out from seemingly nowhere.

“Well you certainly didn’t help it. That was me.” Roger doesn’t care that John’s drunk, the way bassist says it, so serene and matter-of-fact, makes it sting just a little bit worse. His mood instantly flips.

“Can you piss off? Go be her best friend somewhere else.” Roger snapped, and he knew he’d regret being so sharp with John the following morning, but it seemed John himself knew that Roger was in a mood, and obligingly fucked off, seemingly not taking it to heart. “When we broke up, she accused me of ruining her career.” And he realises too late, when Freddie’s eyes go wide with realisation, that he’s said too much.

“Is this where you tell me exactly what went down between you two?” He asked, tapping Roger’s leg with excitement. The blonde, however, stood abruptly, glower on his face.

“No. Fuck off.”

Roger spends almost fifteen minutes banging on the door of the tour bus before he remembers that you’re not in there, and falls into bed alone, fully clothed.

“The fuck did you say to Freddie last night?” The moment he steps foot onto the stage at lunch, you’re waiting for him, already livid. He’s tempted to turn and walk right back out the door. “Apparently he doesn’t know the real reason that I went home last ti- !”

“Of course he doesn’t!” Roger snapped back, on the defensive without a moment’s hesitation. “It makes me look like a fucking wanker and he’d kick my ass; he adores you!” And that was enough to shock you into silence, grip loosening on the gaff tape in your hands. “They all do.” He said, and your expression turns unreadable.

“I know.” You finally said, a new, strange quality to your voice, it’s something akin to shock, but not quite, and Roger doesn’t know what to say next. “What about you?” You finally ask, voice a little defensive. It hurts to see you look at him with such a judgemental eye, though he’s well aware he deserves it.

“Doesn’t matter, does it? I could apologise a thousand times and you’d still be pissy.” He huffs, and you cross your arms, cocking your hip.

“At least once would be nice.” You level a cold glare at him and his gaze snaps back at yours, surprised. “You never once apologised, you know that?” And your voice is low, hurt and honest. “Are you even sorry for what happened?”

“It was three years ago-” He sighs, but you cut him off, shifting your weight to your other foot, swallowing thickly.

“So that’s a no. Glad to see where you stand.” And you turn to cross the stage to where you’ve already got the ladder set up, but he makes his way to you in three long strides, making to grab at your upper arm. The moment he does, however, you whirl around, slapping him, hard. “I told you to never fucking touch me; did you think I forgot?” And he sees why you were so eager to leave; there’s tears in your eyes, so close to breaking and streaming down your cheeks, your lip trembling. Something about your voice is so raw, it hurts worse than the slap.

“I am sorry.” And he sounds so fucking sincere, but you just glare at him, unashamed where the tears have begun to track down your cheeks.

“You had your chance to say sorry; you had your chance to beg for forgiveness, but you told me I could leave; so I did, and so did your fucking opportunity.” But you can’t bring yourself to step back, frozen in place where he’s less than a foot away. Every fibre of your being is betraying you, wanting to be around him, close to him, after what he did.

“I’m sorry what happened between us;” his voice is so level, carefully controlled, you know he’s think hard about what he’s about to admit, “I fucked up, I know that; I’m sorry. It was three years ago but I’m still sorry. I’ve been sorry for a long time now.”

“Since it happened?” You asked, and he didn’t drop your gaze, answering without flinching or hesitation.

“Since I started worrying I’d lose you; I know what I’m like, I knew what I’d end up doing.” He admitted, and the words clearly didn’t have his intended impact as you stumble back, free hand clutching your chest.

“And yet you still-” And quietly, so quietly you’re not even sure he hears it, the words come out as more of a defeated whimper than anything else; “How could you not tell I was in love with you?”

He’s in shock, and you barge past him, leaving as you can no longer contain your aching heart, and you head to the hotel you were staying at down the road, taking the rest of the lunch break to cry.

When you return, the rest of the crew has filtered in, Roger looks guilty, and Freddie and John look about ready to commit violent homicide, which was unsurprising for Freddie, but there was something comforting about Deaky wearing the expression too. In less than a week, the whole crew knows, and wherever you go, you feel yourself followed by pitying stares, which won’t go away, no matter how hard you throw yourself into your work.

“You’re working yourself into the ground.” Roger tells you a week later, watching the way your arms tremble as you focus a light, and it takes you a moment to blink blearily at him. “Don’t forget the security chain.” He adds, and you scowl, before looking at the light itself, and hurriedly affix the security chain to the rig. You insist that you’re fine, making your way down the ladder to scoop up another parcan, but you almost immediately drop it.

“I just need some food.” You try to insist, your hands shaking as you leave the light where it is.

You don’t come out after shows, and it’s not gone unnoticed. The rest of the crew think you’re just dedicated, personable for the most part but prone to bouts of standoffishness.

“Oh you should have seen her on our first tour,” Freddie muses to an enraptured crowd at an afterparty, a few crew members listening with a bright-eyed attention, “that woman risked life and limb for our show.” And he sounds so proud when he says it, but something twists uncomfortably in Roger’s gut.

Cracks don’t show around other people, Roger’s noticed; you’re smile’s bright enough and your voice is loud enough that they don’t see the way your hands shake. Or how tired your eyes are. But then there are moments, you stand as if in the eye of the storm, gaff tape and drill in hand, watching as people follow your instructions without question, and you look up to see Roger tweaking his drums, and the two of you share a look. It’s a little indecipherable, he’s concerned and you’re just... tired. He wants to offer to help, but as soon as the moment arrives, it’s passed, and you’re off to the next task.

The air between the two of you has lost it’s angry tension; after saying your peace, after hearing his apology, there’s no fight left. Just a lingering disappointment, a quiet like the moment after a world-weary sigh. You don’t have to pretend around Roger, you both know he’d see through it if you’d tried.

“You should come get a drink after; you look like you need it.” Roger laughs, but there’s no humour in it. Without missing a beat, you decline, you don’t even bother coming up with an excuse.

“I’m worried about you.” The tour is almost three weeks in, and you’re asleep against the proscenium arch when he walks in. You wake with a start at the sound of his voice, reaching out for the light you’d been fiddling with before you’d passed out. When you look to him with confusion, he repeats himself slowly. “I’m worried about you; are you sleeping okay?”

“As if that’s any of your business.” You snapped back, and Roger kept quiet. It only takes him a day to figure out that sleep isn’t really a luxury you allowed yourself; you were the last out every night after bump out, sometimes staying until two in the morning, and from what the crew said, you were always the first up, running through check lists, accident reports, and going over anything that needed maintenance.

When Freddie asks you to come out with them after a gig, you find it difficult to say no, he helped get you this job after all, but you’re there for barely half an hour before Roger sees you slip out the side door, drink untouched.

John asks if you’re okay one afternoon when you drop a stack of gel frames without warning, jumping almost a foot in the air and looking like you’re about to break into tears from shock, but seems content when you explain you’re just tired. Tired doesn’t even begin to cover how overworked you are.

The night you finally decide to relax a little, bump out having been miraculously fast, you’ve got the next day off. The others cheer you on as you down drink after drink, the alcohol hitting you hard and quickly, and the world gets blurry as you find yourself on the dance floor. It’s easy to drink too much, because for the first time in a long time, you’re relaxed, not worrying about the pretty, dickhead blonde who worries about you when he really shouldn’t.

You’re drunk enough to admit to yourself that part of you likes the attention he’s giving you, it feels like vindication for the heartache you went through all those years ago. Part of it’s not even vindictive, part of you just likes the way he looks at you, the way his smile made your heart beat just a little faster; you call that part a fucking traitor and have another drink.

You don’t remember leaving the bar, but you come back to your body when you’re leaning against a streetlight for support, halfway through telling someone to fuck off.

“Ya’ not my caretaker, Roger,” you sneer, “you don’t need to look after me or whatever this is. Go help groupies home or to hotel or whatever.” You spit, and push off from the light, turning on your heel, almost topple over, and right yourself.

“Light, that’s the wrong way.” He calls, exasperated, and you turn again, this time actually crashing to the ground and grazing your hand on the way, before you get to your feet. He’s come over to try and help you, but you swat him away.

“You don’t get to call me that.” You stalk ahead of him in the direction he had come from, back toward the hotel, and he follows only a few steps behind.

“Fine, Y/N; you’re legless, let me help.” And after a moment of intense eye contact, in which you try to weigh up your options, you begrudgingly loop your arm through his.

“You’re still on my shit-list.” You inform him, and he hums in acknowledgement. “Why are you doing this?” You follow it up with.

“I’m not the asshole who fucked you over three years ago, and I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed for this show.” He said through gritted teeth, and you just smiled, a little dreamily.

“But what a way to go.” And he came to an abrupt stop. It took you a moment to realise, and looking back, you tugged on his arm to keep him moving. He just frowned at you, a little concerned. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it.”

“If I have to fire you to get you to take a break-” He threatened, and you scoffed, expression turning bitter.

“I’ll drop a light on you.”

“You’ll drop a light on me by accident before then anyways!” He crowed, and your expression fell, contemplative. “Just let me help; what do I have to do to make you actually rest? What do I have to do to prove myself?”

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apriorisea · 6 years

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BTS Imagine: Insecure - Hoseok

You exhale in relief as you kick off your heels inside the door of the apartment: work had been kicking your butt lately and you were excited for the weekend. A whole 2 days of absolutely nothing except hanging out with your boyfriend and NOT thinking about work. You rub the back of your neck. “Hobi?” “In here,” he calls from the bedroom. You smile automatically as you pull off your least-favorite work blazer; you hadn’t realized until just this moment how much you’ve missed him. Your schedules seemed so out of sync lately, to the point where you’d had to turn down his dinner invitation a few times; you’d even missed accompanying him to a music-show taping. In the 7 months the two of you had been together, you hadn’t ever missed even one. He’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, his computer in front of him, in comfy joggers and his favorite hole-y hoodie. He smiles up at you. “Hi angel,” he says brightly. “How are you?” “So tired,” you groaned, flopping onto the bed. He immediately adjusts so you can rest your head against his thigh, one of his hands going to stroke your hair automatically. “Why do I keep going back to that place??” He makes a soft, pitying clucking sound. “Because you love it. Usually.” You sigh at his reminder and curl into a ball, closing your eyes tight as if that can make his rational statement evaporate. “I guess. But now I have the whole weekend off—-2 whole days without having to worry about deadlines or anything else!” “That’s good. What do you want to do with all your time off?” “Sleep and eat and watch dumb TV shows and sleep some more!” You open your eyes when he only makes a quiet ‘hmm’ in response. You roll over to look up at him. “What about you? How was your day?” He shrugs and looks away from you for the first time. “It was fine. Nothing special.” You trace the pattern of the logo on his joggers. “Well how about your week? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How was the taping?” “Good! You know how much we like going on that show—always an experience.” “Oh yeah?” you ask, hungry for information. “What happened this time?” He lifts one shoulder in another half-shrug. “Oh, you know, we made our way through it. I only had to yell at Jin-hyung once.” You hesitate. It was an answer, but not a real one: you both knew that Hoseok didn’t have to yell at Jin very much anymore. It was clearly a joke, an old one that you hadn’t heard for a long time. “Oh…” you say more slowly. “Nothing else? That host was so rude to you guys last time!” “Yeah, that was crazy,” he says. “But, you know, it was good. Nothing we can’t handle!” This makes you frown. “So you’re saying he suddenly got a million times more respectful? Because—” “It really was fine, angel,” he interrupts you. “What do you want for dinner? Are you hungry? I think some of the guys might be doing pizza night at Jimin’s, if you want?” You sat up abruptly, knocking his hand away from your hair as you did. “Pizza night with the guys?” you repeat. Something is wrong. The two of you hadn’t been able to hang out alone for the last week, and he’s offering up pizza night with the guys? You look at him carefully. “Sweetie? Everything okay?” He doesn’t lose his pleasant expression and that’s when it hits you in the gut: this was the old Hoseok, the one from your first and second and third dates, the one who wasn’t sure how much to trust you, the one who held back from revealing too much, who kept it light and shied away from anything too real. This wasn’t your Hoseok, this was J-Hope, noted sunshine and happy virus from the most popular boy band in the world. The realization stings. “Hoseok…” you say slowly. “I’m really sorry I missed the taping. I wanted to be there, you know I did, I just…my stupid partner at work made another dumb mistake and so I had to fix his mess. I really am sorry.” He smiles (again) and shrugs (again). “It’s really okay.” He reaches out to close his laptop. “So, what do you think about dinner? We could also go to the ramen place on the corner.” The busiest and loudest restaurant in the neighborhood. You swallow down your hurt, trying to figure out what could have happened to make him react like this. “Do you not want to be alone with me?” The blunt question rushes out of your mouth in one breath, the words slurring together. “What??” he blinks in astonishment, but unfortunately for him, you’ve grown too accustomed to his for-the-camera reactions. “Why would you say that? I’m just feeling like some tasty ramen, that’s all.” You stare him down, waiting for him to break. When he doesn’t, you say, “You guys are filming the new dance practice video on Sunday, aren’t you? How is it going?” “Oh.” He can’t maintain eye contact. “It’s fine. Great, I mean, you should see the outfit Tae is planning to wear!” “So you’re not worried about how sloppy the bridge looks anymore?” “Nah.” He brushes it off with a grin. “We’ll make it work—we always do!” Another idol-ism. You grind your back teeth in frustration, then go in for the kill. “I was talking to Yoongi yesterday: he said you strained your shoulder during the taping. Is it okay?” “Of c—” “Knock it off.” You couldn’t take it anymore. “What is the matter??” He shifts uncomfortably; you notice that he doesn’t move the strained shoulder very much. “Nothing, angel, I—” “You’re lying to me,” you accuse. “You haven’t answered any of my questions. This isn’t a real conversation, this is–this is—” You can’t find the right words, so you go for the easiest ones. “This is you being an Idol instead of a boyfriend.” He looks hurt, but can’t actually deny it. “I—” The edges of his mask start to crack, and in-between the lines you see the real him. You feel some of your frustration disappear when you see the hurt in his face. You duck your head to catch his eyes, and reach out for him; when your hand lands gently on his shoulder, he winces, and you lean forward automatically. “Hobi,” you say softly. “What is going on?” You move your hand to touch the side of his face and feel him break. His face crumples. “You don’t love me anymore,” he breathes. “Excuse me?” You feel your jaw drop slightly. “How exactly did you come up with that?” He shrugs—you notice that it’s the uninjured shoulder that moves—and the first little tear escapes. “I don’t–I don’t know. You’ve just been gone so much, and I-I know how nice you are, angel, you’d never want to hurt anybody, so I figured…I figured you were just letting me down easy, slowly distancing yourself because you don’t love me anymore, and I just, I didn’t know what to do.” You take this in slowly: this week must have been even harder for him that you had realized. Between the shoulder injury, the uncomfortable taping, the time spent apart, and the pressures of the job, he had obviously been running himself down and was now at the end of his energy. You felt bad that you hadn’t seen it sooner. Taking a small breath, you lean in and press your lips gently, but firmly, against his cheek. “Okay,” you say as you straighten. “Lay down, sweetheart.” He looks over at you in surprise. “Go on,” you encourage, scooting off the bed and putting his computer away for him. “Make sure your shoulder is comfortable.” You give him a look until he follows your instructions, then hurry down the hall to get a heating pad. You wait impatiently while the microwave does its job, every part of you itching to go back to him. When it’s finally done, you go back to the room to find him sitting back against a mountain of pillows, his shoulder supported carefully. You climb onto the bed next to him and set the heating pad gently against his shoulder, wincing with him empathetically. “So,” you say softly, brushing his hair out of his face. “You’ve had a rough week, huh?” He doesn’t answer, still trying to pull himself together. You sigh and lean in to kiss him. His eyes close slowly. You smile as you feel his arm wrap around you to hold you in place. After a long moment, you pull away and brush through his hair again. “You really think I don’t love you?” Before he can answer, you add, “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around lately. It killed me not to be at the taping, and I’m so sorry you hurt your shoulder.” You readjust the heating pad. “I love you, angel,” he says quietly, his hand still resting on your lower back. “I don’t know why I got so crazy, I just….” “I think you’ve had a long week,” you reassure him. “And…this is the first week we’ve spent completely apart, so maybe this was good.” He scoffs under his breath and you smile. “Okay, not good, but we survived it, right?” He tugs you down next to him, curling his arm around you. “Barely,” he admits, turning to kiss the side of your head. You feel him wince again as the movement hurts his shoulder. “For the record,” you say after a second, “One of the best moments of my life so far was when you started opening up to me, when I became your best friend, when I fell in love with you. So when you shut down like that….” “I’m sorry,” he says immediately. “You are my very best friend,” he adds earnestly. “And I love you more than anything. I’ll be better from here on out.” You shake your head. “You don’t have to be “better”–just be you.” He rests his head against yours, content and relaxed again. “Promise.”

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nie7027 · 5 years

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Super5 headcanons pt 2

Edit: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Minegishi can only stare

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"What do you care?"

"Why are you here?"

"I was bored"

Shimazaki could be here to kill him for betraying him but Minegishi is too tired for this and there are dishes to wash.

In the time it takes him to do the dishes and calm down his plants, shimazaki falls asleep so he goes to the living to room to get a better look at the man

Shimazaki looks almost the same except maybe a bit thinner and with possible hollower eyes. The crooked nose is definitely new. A crooked nose?? Did he broke his nose at some point?? He is even wearing the same clothes as last time. His precious jacket ripped at the edges. Scorching marks and bullet holes here and there.

With a long sigh he takes out his phone, turns off the volume and opens the super3 chat(the too spicy for Seris innocent eyes). The messages start to come in rapidly

Minegishi: Shimazaki is back

Hatori: what

Hatori: what do you mean Shimazaki is back???

Shibata: how did he find us? Did he try to fight you?

Minegishi: i mean he is asleep on my couch. No, he just ate all of my cereal.

Shibata: what the fuck?

Hatori: what the fuck?

Minegishi what the fuck indeed

Shibata: did he say what he wants? Do you know why is he here?

Minegishi: He didnt talk and I dont know

Hatori: what do we do?

Minegishi:

Minegishi: i dont know.

Minesishi: i cant make any calls or else he could wake up and seri isnt logged in so can someone call him and tell him whats going so they can take the necessary precautions

Shibata: im on it

Shibata: hatori is freaking out in his room anyway. I think he is begginin to build a security system.

Minegishi: ...

Shibata: yeah yeah ill go calm him after i talk with Seri.

Minegishi stares at his phones and then at the man on his couch, he cant blame them. Shimazaki is a really dangerous person and they dont know what he is doing here. Minegishi just wanted to do the dishes, water his plants and go to sleep.

The super5 will never know but Shimazaki wasnt lying per se. He WAS bored.

After he ran away from the fight against seasoning city espers he hid here and there taking his sweet time at recovering and once he did(his nose still felt strange but he ignored it) he started to look at what to do.

He joined many criminal organizations, afterall a teletransporter was very valued in the underworld. But not matter how petty or big the crime was, he got bored. So he ended leaving all of them. he even left some in the middle of a important job, not caring whether his employers got caught or not( it was their fault for being stupid and not having a backup plan anyway)

After some months of this he realized he was bored of normal criminals. He was bored of normal persons with narrowed mindsets who conformed with just comitting stupid crimes. HE HAD BEEN PART OF A PLAN TO TAKE THE WORLD and now he was trafficking some drug?? Lame.

Most of all he missed the thrilling sensation of being surrounded with persons that could actually put a fight against him. So he searched for something alike to claw, an organization of espers.

His search turned out fruitless and he decided then he should return to where all started. Claw. It was time to pay a visit to his expartners.

It took him just a week to locate them. It would have took him just a day but he was finally having some fun and god he was gonna drag it all he could.

So here he was in a tiny empty apartment, the crazy amount of plants with a certain aura being the only indication that it belonged to Minegishi...WHERE THE HELL WAS HE? Oh well. He had been waiting for a year. He could wait a little more. In any case in his hurry to get here he forgot to eat and he could hear a fridge running.

Shimazaki, still on the sofa, wakes up the next day at the sound of a blender. He is being held in place, bounded by lots and lots of thick green vines and sturdy roots from which he easily frees himself. The moment he does so the noise at the kitchen stops and an annoyed minegishi steps out. Shimazaki can feel him tensing, preparing for an attack and that makes him smirk .

Until an alarm clock goes off that makes Minegishi mutter a curse

"If you are gonna do something do it now. I have better things to do and i have to go now"

"Better things to do?? What can possibly be better than this??"

"I have work so if you are gonna just stand there and smirk be my guest"

"Work?"

"Yeah, work. you know? That thing you do for a living and that contributes to society? Fuck it.You probably dont. Anyway i gotta go" Turning his back on shimazaki is probably the worst idea but he couldnt sleep at all, he is late and he hasnt had breakfast so if shimazaki wants to kill him he will gladly accept it.

He miraculously manages to exit his apartment and make it to his work. He only hopes theres an apartment to come back later.

Shimazaki can only stare increduously to where minegishis used to stand. 'Work'? 'Contribute to society'? THE FUCK WAS HE BABBLING ABOUT this was completely unexpected and he doesnt know what to do until he notices theres a smell coming from the kitchen where Minegishi left his untouched breakfast. Well he supposes he can muse how to proceed over breakfast.

Hatori isnt allowed to use his phone at work but he is too anxious to care and he has powers to do it without anybody noticing

Spicy3 chat

Hatori: how did it went?

Minegishi: ...well...i guess?? I am alive and my flat was still in one piece last time i saw it

Hatori: he didnt try anything?

Minegishi: he woke up when it was time for me to go...so i just kinda left

Shibata: you just left? He didnt try to stop you???

Minegishi: no

Minegishi:but i think...

Hatori: WHAT

Shibata:what

Minegishi: i think he is...tired.

Minegishi: I bound him while he was sleeping and he never woke up nlr stirred. He didnt notice.

Hatori: weird

Minegishi: i know. Worst of all i couldnt eat and i have 2 hours more left until my break.

Shibata: i can pass on my way to gym and sneak you something

Minegishi: thanks

Hatori: if you want you can hang in our apartment for the time being. We still need to know what he wants

Shibata: yeah, and if he shows up we can fight him together💪

Minegishi: if Seri asks, everything is under control

It takes a week for Shimazaki to finally show up. Meanwhile Minegishi has to use Hatoris and Shibatas washing machine to wash his work uniform daily(it can get very dirty when you work in a flower shop) because his other sets of uniform are back at his place trapped with Shimazaki. So is his money and he has to lend some from Hatoris and shibatas and ask his boss for an advencement in his payment. He hates Shimazaki more now.

They cant do anything but stare blankly when he suddenly shows up in the middle of the living room where they were eating pizza holding an empty box of cereal and says "Theres no more food back there and i want more of these but i cant see how they are called" while pointing at the box.

Sometimes its very easy to forget he is actually blind. Hatori weakly says the name of the branch of cereal he is holding and Shimazaki dissapears again before anybody can say anything.

"Did everybody saw what i just saw right??what the fuck? What the fuck?" shibata exclaims

"...my food"minegishi laments

Its not until an hour of wondering what was that and wracking their brain for an asnwer after that shimazaki returns, a brand new box of the cereal in his hands. He picks up a slice of the forgotten pizza and sits besides Shitaba.

"You didnt pay for that did you?" asks Shitaba

Shimazaki just turns around and stares st him with his hauntingly empty eyes "you too?"

"PAY? WORK? CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU"

"Weve changed"

"Yeah we have jobs and stuff, we help peopl"

"YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS! WHY ARE YOU EVEN WORKING?"

"TO NOT PARASITE ON OTHERS HARD WORK LIKE SOME PEOPLE IN HERE" finally explodes Minegishi

The man frowns and rapidly done with the conversation teleports away.

Minegishi finally returns to his place, his web of plants telling him Shimazaki isnt there anymore. Re stashing his fridge and cabinet is a pain in the ass.

Shimazakis plan had been to either find his expartners and form something alike to Claw with them or just antagonize them until he gets the fight he so much craves. None of that has happened because all of them had turned to a bunch of weakling pussies and he cant even find Serizawa.

He could still try to fight them but he bitterly realizes he wont get any satisfaction of beating them if they keep acting like that, restraining themselves and trying to be civil as if they werent the same persons that destroyed this very city a year ago. It would be like punching flowers!

The point was to get rid of his boredness and now he is just angry!

He needs them to drop the act.

Thats when a plan starts to form in his head and he smirks. He is going to show them what they are missing on.

Thats how he finds himself back in minegishis apartment.

"Im just saying you could probably grow tons of weed, good quality of course. And i take care of the transport i know a bunch of people-"

"Weed? Are you serious? Is this why you came back? To start a drug trafficking bussines?"

"Im just saying with my teletransporting abilities and yourplant thing we could save lots of money in transport and become richer than-"

"No"

"AREN YOU TIRED OF THIS? OF SHITTY CUSTOMERS GETTING YOU IN TROUBLE JUST BECAUSE THEY DONT KNOW RAINBOW ROSES DONT NATURALLY EXIST?"

"WHERE YOU SPYING ME AT WORK?"

"MAYBE SO"

"DONT DO IT AND STOP EATING ALL MY FOOD"

He then tries with shibata, approaching him during one of his morning running routines. Teletransporting every 2 meters at his side while he keeps running clearly ignoring him

"With your force, not that i need it, we could terrorize all the bussines of a whole prefecture and force them to pay for protection. We win, they win"

"Not interested"

"Why not?! It would be so easy"

"I dont want to"

"Could you stop running? This is important"

"No thanks"

"You arent even listening!"

"Good"

He finally tries with Hatori thinking he would be the easiest of them

"You hack the system and we force all those politicians to pay us to not release all their dirty secrets"

"I am busy"

"No you are not. You are playing mario kart. I can hear Yoshi"

"Ive changed"

"Have you? Really???" at this point Shimazaki raises an eyebrow, he is so done and he wont keeo with this bullshit "because everywhere i have been, and i have been everywhere, the interpol, cia, you name it HAS BEEN AFTER ME whereas you three can waltz into a store like nobodys bussiness. WE COMMITED THE SAME CRIME. WE DESTROYED THIS CITY so how come im the only one being persecuted? Huh? You think I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU DID"

Hatori pauses the game and glares at him. Good, he is finally getting a reaction.

" i did what had to be done and i wont let YOU of all people tell me-"

"Me? Of all people? You believe yourself so grand and high when you are nothing but THE SAME AS ME" immediately shimazaki feels hatoris aura flare. what must have been his console shifting and changing into something new. Whatever it is, he is sure he can block it.

"Really? You are gonna fight me? I want to see you-" a horrible sound like nothing he had ever heard before pierces his ears making him howl in pain and he teleports away.

After that accident shimazaki never mentions Hatoris dirty secret again but that doesnt stop him from keep trying to get them to commit felonies again.

He thinks he once "saw" Serizawa on the street but his aura was quickly eaten by the aura of the person by his side. He didnt stayed to find out and quickly teleported away.

And this goes like this for 3 months, his proposals becoming more and more desesperate until one day he just... gives up.

Shimazaki should have left or killed them months ago but for some reason he prefers to stay here. He wont admit it but hes having more fun living on their couches annoying them than what he would have had they accepted his proposals.

He takes special delight in annoying them when they had hard days. (Minegishi comes home covered in something stinky and almost strangles shimazaki with his own hands after he comments this wouldnt have happened if he had accepted to traffick weed in a yacht with him)

...besides he has noticed that now in both apartments there is always a box of his favourite cereal (hatori sweared it was the cereal what placated Shimazaki given how docile he was whenever he was seen eating it, shibata and minegishi just liked it)

The super3 cant believe it themselves but they have now gotten used to the constant presence of Shimazaki in their lives (which isnt surprising given they spent at least 3 years together).

Well constant is a way to put it because the man still has the habit of dissapearing 3-5 days every once in a while and reappearing like nothing happened

But they know this cant keep going like this and thats how minegishi finds himself texting the super3 chat one day he comes to an empty apartment

Minegishi: is shimazaki there?

Hatori: yeah, hes playing smash with shitaba

Minegishi: playing smash??

Hatori: its seems he learned the patron of my movements by observing me and now hes kicking Shitabas ass as princess peach

Minegishi: ?

Hatori: we told him he was playing bowser

Minegishi: whatever, tell him to bring his ass back. I need to go grocery shopping and i need his help

"Why would i help you grocery shopping?" says shimazaki suddenly to his right

At the same his phone sounds 2 times

Shibata: hatori said something to him and he just teleported

Shibata: is safe to assume he is with you?

Minegishi: yea, im taking charge from here

"Im teaching you to do grocery shopping"

"I dont need you to teach me shit"

" yes, you do if you want to keep eating that cereal you like and that you finished this morning"

Shimazaki raises his eyebrow, teleports and after 5 min returns with 5 boxes of the damn cereal in his arms

"There. Its done"

"DID YOU JUST ROBBED THEM? YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS"

"WHY NOT? ITS EASIER"

"THATS NOT THE POINT"Minegishi stops, breathes amd tries again "Shimazaki you cant keep doing this and i dont mean just the whole robbing, i mean i dotn know what you do when you dissapear for days but when you are here you just eat our food, wait for us to come home from work and then annoy us?"

"So? I can do whatever i want"

"Do you realize how pathethic it sounds?Is this really all you want to do? Do you even know what you want to do?"

Shimazaki doesnt wanna hear anymore of that and teleports

He ends teleporting to a random alley where he passes the night

The next days his mood isnt any better and he spends them sleeping, terrorizing random deliquents he finds in his way and kicking bags of trash until one day of the "bags" lets out a yelp.

Its shibata who finds him some days later during one of his running routines when he follows the sound of a hurt dog

Expecting to see a bunch of nasty kids terrorizing a poor animal he steps up to confront them only to find his missing "friend" glaring at poor dog and screaming "STOP COMPLAINING ITS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT MOVING I DIDNT EVEN KICK YOU THAT HARD"

He texts a quickl "Found him" to the group chat and marches up to him

"You shouldnt be kicking random things in the first place"

"Get lost"

" are you sure you didnt kick him hard? He is limping and we both know your kicks arent exactly soft"

"If i had wanted, a limp would be the least of its problems" still he makes a face as if he isnt sure

With a sigh Shibata carefully picks up the dog and motions to shimazaki "theres a vet nearby. You kicked him so you own him that at least. Dont worry ill pay" he doesnt wait for Shimazakis response and walks, relief overflowing him once he hears footsteps behind him

The consult is quick and the vet gleefully hands shimazaki "his" dog while she explains to shibata the treatment they should follow the next three months

Shimazaki...had never in his life pet a dog, much less carried one. His fur feels dirty and is tangled everywhere but the vet said it just needs a bath. It is warm and he can feel and hear his steady breaths. His mental eye allows him to perceive the flowing of his blood, the currents in his brain, the beating of his heart...all what makes a living being held in his arms. Things he has always perceived but never payed attention. The fact that the dog starts to lick his hands doesnt go unnoticed and he feels strangely calm. His grip tightening.

They are about to exit the clinic, shibata saying his last thanks when a woman and a girl enter. That very moment the dog starts to squirm in his embrace. And he doesnt know what to do

"Hey are you alright? I can hold it if you want" asks shibata noticing his turmoil

" yeah, its just the stupid dog WHO HAS FORGOTTEN HE CANT WALK"

The girls who shibata notices has red puffy narrows her eyes and yells "DONT CALL HIM STUPID YOU ARE THE STUPID" before turning to look at shimazaki, whatever she was going to say next is forgotten as she stares with wide eyes.

Both the moms and shimazakis replies are drowned by the girl scream of "UESAMA! MOM ITS HIM ITS MY DOG"

For some reason shimazaki feels his blood run cold and lifts up the dog even more when the girl comes clashing at his legs desesperately trying to grab her dog

Shibata who noticed shimazakis earlier expression cant believe what hes seeing (please god, please tell me he isnt gonna fight a girl over a dog) when the vet decides to come out to see what is happening

"Im sorry, my little girl believes those boys over there have Uesama"

"ITS HIM"

"Uesama?..." the vet stares some seconds in confusion before her eyes grow wider "Oh how didnt i notice it before! Im sorry sirs but it seems you have found this little girls dogs" the vets looks expectantly at shimazaki

Shimazaki who has been holding a very squirming dog and listening to the screams of a girls is starting to get very annoyed. The tempation to teleport away with the dog too big to ignore. Hes about to do it when he hears the dog crying again.

With a huff he hands it to the very thankful mother and exits the clinic as quickly as he can.

Shibata follows suit "I saw your face before they arrived. I can tell what you did"

"Shut up"

The walk home is strangely quiet but at least he is back.

The joke on the spicy chat is that the super 3 are dumb and believe they are protecting oh so pure Seri when in reality they just share dumb penis jokes while Seri is actually riding Reigens dick.

And yes as his last crime Hatori threatened with realeasing all the state secrets of all the goverments and provoking a worldwide crisis if they didnt allow them to try to live normal lives

I just noticed this is more of a fanfic than a list of headcanons now but meh. What i wanted to actually be part 2 is gonna be part 3? 4? I didnt even get to write the prank the super5 were gonna pull on shimazaki but now you have something to look up next time.

Im not that happy with how the second half turned out but maybe im just tired.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #minegishi toshiki #hatori nazomu #shibata hiroshi #shimazaki ryou #should i tag animal violence?#manga spoilers #mp100 spoilers #super5 headcanons #nie's writing

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otterplusharchive · 5 years

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good afternoon everyone i love you all and i really really hope that today has been kind to you all so far, if youre in the heat like i am please make sure that youre staying cool and getting plenty of water to drink. weve made it thru another week and no matter what challenges you may have faced youre still here and alive and thats something amazing and something to celebrate. im so glad that youre all here and alive and even on days that are difficult to make it through youre still doing a good job and deserve the best. you have made it through every single one of your hardest days, and even when things have been unbearably dark and its seemed like the future couldnt possibly be better youve still moved forward and youre still here. that is truly brave and im proud of you all.

i know i say this a lot but i mean it when i say that you all deserve to be treated with kindness and respect, and that includes being kind to yourself. if you slip up, if you make a mistake, if you forget something or if something doesnt go the way you planned, dont beat yourself up over it. dont call yourself names or belittle yourself for it. you are NEVER dumb, stupid, weak, usless, or anything like that and youre allowed to make mistakes. absolutely no one on this earth is perfect and even the people you admire and look up to have off days and have made mistakes in your life. its not fair to yourself to expect to get everything perfect because in reality no one does things perfectly. and life is a continous learning experience, we never stop learning for as long as were alive and you always have the capacity to learn, grow, and to get better. you can always improve and youre allowed to be learning and you dont have to be a pro at everything you do. because youre already good enough and already doing enough as you are each day. even when it feels like youre not doing enough i promise that you are, youre enough and its okay.

there is good in the world and you deserve to have that good in your life, you deserve to have moments of happiness and love and to be surrounded by people who appreciate you in a healthy environment. and if youre not at a point in your life where you are in a good environment i want to remind you that you still have time and you absolutely can still live the life you want to live and theres people out there in the world who you havent even met yet who will love you and cherish you. its going to be alright. give yourself time to breathe and rest when you can today, be good to yourselves and know that you are so so loved

i really hope that today is going to be wonderful for you all and i appreciate you all a lot, it really makes me happy to interact with yoy all and i mean it when i say that i care and i want to listen and help if i can. if you need anything at all im always here

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batfamily--headcanons · 6 years

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My Thoughts on Episodes 7-9 of Young Justice Outsiders

Episodes 7-9 of Young Justice Outsiders gave me what I had been wanting since it was announced that season 3 was happening. So, I’m going to talk about my thoughts on these three awesome episodes. Spoilers ahead (duh).

In episode 7, we got plenty of team bonding between Violet, Brion, and Forager which I was kind of loving. Brion’s “hot lava” comment had me laughing so hard and then the shade about Nightwing’s mullet and disco era made it so much better. The dynamic between Brion and Violet is something that I’m starting to enjoy and I’m actually starting to get invested in the new characters.

When they were having that campfire and discussing how stupid it would be for Batman to fight Superman, I was living for it. It almost gives me hope that DC might be able to learn from and even joke about their mistakes. Seeing Dick, Conner, and Artemis train a new team on the beach of Mount Justice made me seriously nostalgic for season one and it made me realize how grown up the original team is now.

Vandal Savage was there too, which is relatively common for Young Justice. As someone who used to watch Legends of Tomorrow, I’m just so sick of Vandal Savage that I don’t really care that he’s here. I get that he was the main villain for season 1 of Legends, but they overused him quite a bit and it feels played out to me.

In episode 8, Jade makes her (triumphant?) return. I’ve got to say, Jade’s appearances almost always irritate me. There hasn’t been much character growth with her, she’s just defined by the fact that she’s a villain even though she doesn’t really have much motivation anymore. Maybe I’m only angry because in the comics she did see Lian even though she was in jail and she wanted to be part of her life. At the same time, I understand that she thinks that Lian is better off without her. Artemis telling her to go visit and that she’s still Lian’s mother was good to see too. Even though she isn’t her sister’s biggest fan, she still tries to help her in a way.

This episode might have been my favourite of these three for three reasons in particular. Those reasons being Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, and Cassandra Cain. Just before they made their appearance on screen, I’ll admit to being kind of annoyed. We hadn’t much of Batman, Robin, or Spoiler since episode one and even in episode one, they were barely there. Everyone kept mentioning that Batman Inc. was happening simultaneously and that’s one of my favourite Batman stories. The fact that it was happening but we were focused on training on the beach was kind of irritating.

Then, we got to see the whole Batfamily (minus Jay and Dami who obviously shouldn’t be there right now) together in several scenes. I do hope that we get to see some part of The Killing Joke this season because it’s obviously already happened and because not everyone is well-versed in the comics. Casual fans are probably wondering what happened to Barbara and it would be bad storytelling to assume that everyone knows and to not tell the story.

As for the fact that Batman Inc., Dick’s new team, Young Justice, and Wonder Woman have been secretly working together the whole time, I’m not surprised. Batman wouldn’t quit the Justice League without a bigger plan in place and I knew that from the moment he resigned in the first episode.

In episode nine, we can really tell that this show isn’t on Cartoon Network anymore. Lady Shiva brutally decapitates Ocean Master, something that we would have never seen before, and I really enjoyed it. Lady Shiva is a dangerous assassin, she wouldn’t simply give him a warning, she would kill him. It is interesting that Lady Shiva seems like she’s going to play a fairly large role this season, the season that introduces Cass for the first time. As some of you may know, Lady Shiva is Cassandra Cain’s mother, so I wonder if they’re going to do anything with that.

I was worried throughout the episode about the superparents and their children. Logically I knew nothing would happen to them, but then again, we’re not on Cartoon Network anymore so I couldn’t be 100% sure. Seeing all of the League’s kids having one big play date was kind of adorable and it’s something that most superhero shows wouldn’t bother showing. That’s one of my favourite things about this show, it shows more than the heroes kicking ass, you see their every day lives too and the characters feel more fleshed out because of it.

Bart also got some screen time this episode and I loved seeing him help Iris with her speedster twins. I really hope he and the rest of the second team get some more screen time soon. As much as I love the original team and getting to know this newer team, I do feel like we’ve been seeing a little bit too much of them. I grew way more attached to the second Young Justice team than I thought that I would when I started season 2, which is why it sucks that we haven’t seen much of them.

To sum it all up, I enjoyed these three episodes more than the six that came before them, but I do understand that they had to set everything up in the other episodes. I do have some questions about certain things that haven’t been acknowledged yet like what happened to Arthur to make Kaldur Aquaman or why M’gann’s hero persona looks so drastically different. However, I’m sure they will explain in due time. Here’s to next week’s episodes and to seeing more of Jason soon, even though that’s probably not going to happen.

#batfamily #young justice spoilers #young justice #yj spoilers #bart allen #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #this was way longer than i thought it would be #wow

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unwrittenmusings · 6 years

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Rosvolio Drabble Challenge!

So, this is kind of a bonus. It wasn’t planned at all. These sentence prompts were too good to pass up so I complied a list. Let’s keep the momentum going with more Rosvolio content! Send me an ask if you have questions.

Rules:

Choose a prompt(s) to use for your own inspiration or prompt someone else (if they are accepting prompts from others of course)

HAVE FUN!

Prompt List:

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

"Can somebody escort the 30 year old having a temper tantrum out of the building?"

“Well..I’m pregnant.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I read a lot of fanfiction. Trust me, I know how this will turn out.”

“You legit have no chill, whatsoever.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“It could be worse.”

“Marry me?”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Bite me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while.”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I got you a present.”

“We’re not just friends. You know that.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“I’m baking a bunch of go fuck yourself cookies for you”

"I think my body forgets what shame is when I get drunk."

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“No one needs to know.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

“When I was told I was going on a blind date, I never thought it’d be you.”

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”

“I am very turned on right now.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Sometimes you just gotta dance.”

“No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.”

“Wow..um, you look really fucking sexy in that.”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Is there a reason you’ve taken over my bed?“

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“You’re distracting me and it’s very irritating.”

“Well this is awkward…”

"Just for the record, I’m uncomfortable."

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Even if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why this won’t work.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“No, wait…did you just say you love me?”

"You have to stop kissing me if you want to actually catch your plane."

“Come over here and make me.”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Kiss me.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

"Can you at least admit you were little worried about me?"

“There’s no use in hiding it, I know you love me.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Does that line ever work?”

“Who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“We finish the same way we started, together.”

“If I’m lucky, you’ll stay for a while.”

“You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay?”

“Nothing could ever make me hate you.”

“I’m pretty good at providing distractions.”

"You can’t dirty talk your way out of this!"

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“You are the human version of a migraine.”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“Hush, I’m trying to kiss you.”

“Both of you have been glancing at each other for the past two fucking hours when the other isn’t looking. Will you please make out already!”

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” “It’s Monday.”

“You’re like a giant cinnamon roll.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“It’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Wanna dance?”

"Please don’t punch him too hard in the face. I like his face."

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

"I do see the appeal in wanting to start a fight with her, but you do realize she would absolutely destroy you."

“Watching you get angry is half the fun!”

“If we’re about to die right now I want you to know…”

“Sometimes you just gotta dance.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I guess…this is when we kiss?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Are you okay?” “No, next question.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Well I fucked up again.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

“You left your underwear back at my place.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”

“Have you lost your mind!?”

"Look at my cute ass face and tell me you don’t love me"

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I lost our kids.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

"I didn’t become a journalist for this bullshit!"

“You’d look better in my shirt.”

“You deserve to know what love can feel like.”

“Let’s move in together.”

“I think people hug at this point.”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“I’m going to need about six more cups of coffee before I lose the nerve to do this.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“This is bad, right?”

“We need to talk.”

#rosvolio drabbles #rosvolio #still star crossed #rosaline x benvolio #benvolio x rosaline #sscfic #sscedit #rosvoliofic #rosvolioedit #stillstarcrossededit #stillstarcrossedfic #rosvolio prompt #rosvolio prompt challenge

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dead-inside-mcgee · 6 years

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The doctor and the demon Part 2

Summary: Henrik discovers where Chase went. He finds himself trapped in a castle.

If your looking for Part 1, just go to my blog and search beauty and the beast.

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It was two weeks after Chase left that Henrik started getting suspicious. The first snow would most likely be today, and Chase still wasn’t back. Henrik slipped on his coat, planning on going out to search for his friend when a knock on the door interrupted him.

Looking through the peephole, He sighed, putting his hands in his hands, once he saw Dark standing in front of the door. Henrik’s first thought, was to not answer and climb out the back window. Unfortunately, Dark had other ideas, and let himself leave.

“Dark, can't say it’s a pleasure,” Henrik said with a deadpan look. He silently cursed himself for not getting a lock on that door. It was a small town, not much crime, but he didn’t think about nosy neighbors.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Henry,” Dark waved his hands and said this, as though they were old friends.

“I know you love to see me.” He put an arm around the smaller man and closed the door with his foot.

Henrik slipped out of his grasp. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and in the sweetest voice he could muster, he said, “Well you can’t stay long. I’m heading out soon.” He gestured towards his coat.

“Well, where ya heading.” Dark made a move to put his arm around him again, but he was quicker this time. “I’m sure I can be of some assistance.”

“I’m going out, to find a friend of mine,” He answer truthfully seeing no reason to lie.

“Well. Why can’t come along?”

Henrik back away towards the door, Dark put his hand on either side of his head. He leaned in close.

“I don’t need you to,” Henrik said. “Beside’s, you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Henrik opened the door and ducked under Dark’s arm, causing him to fall into the mud below.

He slammed the door shut and rush to grab a chair and jam it under the door. He made a mental note to get a lock and snuck out the back window.

After some sneaking around, and ducking into corners, Henrik made his way into the forest. He could faintly see tracks in the soft dirt. It had just begun to snow as he entered the forest.

Henrik would often go through these woods to find herbs and spices, for medicine (and dinner at times). He knew his way around and he knew the path to the other town fairly well. He has gone on personal trips there to help some injured person, in need of professional help.

Following the track marks, left by the cart, he quickly realized Chase had taken a wrong turn on a crossroads, that was closer to their town. Henrik bit his thumb.

There were about three crossroads on the way to town. If you missed even one, you could get extremely lost. That's why he was always so worried for Chase’s safety.

Knowing that standing here and panicking would get him nowhere, Henrik trudged along the path. It was mid afternoon, when he found the first clue on where chase went, and he didn’t like it.

He could barely see them, but in one area there was a pack of wolf prints surrounding the cart and the horse. It seemed like, once the wolves surrounded them, Chase fell of the horse and ran in a completely different direction.

He laughed despite himself. He realized how much he was acting like a detective from one of his favorite novels. It was a funny thought to distract him from Chase’s possible fate.

Shortly after he found a trail of Chase’s footprints, it’s began snowing. He cursed and picked up his speed. He cursed himself for not searching for him sooner.

The faint wolf prints following Chase’s, worried the doctor, but the remains of a burnt branch gave him hope. Soon the outline of a fence came into view, he ran faster knowing Chase could be safe.

His hope was drained when he noticed the blood, splattered on the bars. Even if it was just a small cut, Chase could die of an infection within days. His stomach dropped into a pit.

With his last bit of hope, he opened the gate. There was a cobblestone path, so Henrik couldn’t even tell if Chase made it this far or he meet his fate before he got in and something else dragged him away.

No, no. Henrik shook his head. If he died back there, there would be more blood splattered about.

Sucking in a deep breath he forced his way down the path. Glancing at each of the statues, his hope diminished. He could stand here all day and stare at them, but he need confirmation.

Not thinking, Henrik opened the doors to the castle at the end of the path. The inside seemed to be colder than outside. Pulling his coat tighter he looked around and called out.

“Hello?” He immediately felt stupid. Was some crazy sociopath going to come up and say “Oh, hay come in. We have tea?”

He laughed at his own stupid thought.

“Someone's here! Should we scare them away?” Henrik heard someone whisper.

“No, they might be the one we’ve been looking for,” another voice said.

“If anyone is there, can you tell me if you’ve seen a friend of mine?” Henrik asked, then added. “His name is Chase.”

“Chase? Isn’t that the name of the guy, boss threw into the dungeon?” The first voice asked.

“What dungeon?” He asked.

“Dahm it, Marvin!” The second voice whisper yelled.

“Down the stairs, to your right,” The voice, that was probably Marvin, said.

Henrik followed those instructions, he found the dungeon was even colder than outside. He hated that Chase has most likely been here for weeks.

The first cage, Henrik noticed a figure huddled in the corner.

“Chase?!” He called out.

The figure shifted and looked out. It was Chase.

“Henry?” Chase mumbled.

“Hold on, I’ll find away to get you out!” He turned to try and find a key, when he was stopped by a tall figure. He felt like he’s been in this situation before.

Slowly looking up, he realized the figure before him was too tall to be human. He couldn’t see the creatures face, but he could feel it breathing heavily

“And what-” the creature leaned in closer, “-are you being here.”

Henrik’s heart was beating faster, in fear, but he held his ground.

“I am here for my friend,” he stated as contentedly as he could.

“Your friend stole from me. He deserves to be locked up,” the creature growled.

“What did he steal?” he asked.

“Something that was very important to me,” the creature stated. Henrik glared the best he could; not satisfied with with that answer. The creature noticed this and continued. “A red rose.”

Henrik’s stance flattered. Guilt and anger welled up inside him.

“Let him go,” he said firmly.

The creature laughed, or at least it might have been a laugh (it sounded like a dying cat).

It leaned in closer. “And why, would I do that?”

“Because-” his voice cracked, “-I was the one who asked him to bring me a rose. Let him go and take me in exchange.

“Henrik no!” Chase screamed.

The creature laughed again. “It’s a deal!”

Before he could really react, Chase was snatched out of the cage and he was thrown in. He could hear Chase yelling as the thing carried him off. He teared up a bit.

By the time the creature returned, Henrik had given into his emotions and was crying.

The creature tilled it’s head in a confused manner.

“You didn’t even let me say goodbye,” he sobbed.

The creature grunted and left the dungeon. He was going to head to his own room when he was stopped by a candle stick.

“I would like to suggest something. If I may?” Marvin said.

The creature gave a grunt and Marvin continued.

“I was th-thinking, b-boss, since this man will be staying with us for a while, we could… we could,” Marvin trailed off, nervously.

“Get on with it,” the creature said.

“I was thinking.. Maybe we could move him to a nicer place. To make him more comfortable and maybe-” Marvin paused again, “-and maybe you two could get along.”

The creature gave him an annoyed look and growled. Marvin flinched.

“I suppose your right,” the creature grumbled and turned back around.

Back in the dungeon Henrik had already sat down on the pile of hay and was crying silently. The cage door opened with a long creek.

“Come on!” The creature beckoned.

Henrik obeyed. “Where are you taking me?” He asked.

“To your room.”

“My room?”

The creature turned and looked at him. “Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” He asked.

“No,” Henrik said, shaking his head.

“Then stop asking questions!”

After a long pause Henrik asked another question.

“Do you have a name?”

The creature stopped walking and was silent for a long time. “Anti,” He finally said.

After going up a flight of stairs and passing multiple statutes, they stopped at a door.

“This will be your room,” Anti said. “Feel free to explore the manor, it is your home after all. You my go where ever you like, except the west wing. It is forbidden.”

“What's in the west wing?”

“It is forbidden!” Anti said louder.

The inside of the room was warm. The walls were painted light blue, the bed had darker blue sheets and blanket. It was a nice room, but Henrik didn’t like to think of it as home. Without Chase, how could he call anything home?

“You will join me for dinner.” Anti stated.

“I’m not hungry,” Henrik said, sounding like a bratty child.

Anti bore his teeth, trying to keep clam. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry later. You’ll regret not coming.”

“I don’t want to come. Leave me alone.”

“Um.. boss,” Marvin, who followed them up here, said, “I think we should give him some space. He just got here after all.”

Anti ignored him.

“Fine then! Starve!” He screamed and slammed the door hard enough the shake the ground.

He turned to Marvin and the group of other appliances that followed them.

“If he doesn’t eat with me he doesn’t eat at all,” he said then stormed off.

Henrik buried his face into the sheets. Maybe if he fell asleep this will all turn out to be a bad dream.

A little while later, Henrik heard a knock on the door. “Go away!” he yelled into the pillow.

Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again, harder this time.

He groaned. “There’s not even a lock on that door,” he yelled.

“Well I’m sorry. I’ve been told it’s rude to open someones door without knocking,” a voice said, the door opened.

Henrik didn’t see anyone enter, but he could hear something moving along the floor. He looked down to see an old clock, a candlestick, and a feather duster.

“Heyo!” the candle said. “I’m Marvin!”

The clock sighed. “My name is Jackie.”

“You may refer to me as google,” the feather duster stated in a monotone voice.

“Your.. talking to me,” Henrik said. He felt stupid after saying that.

“Yeah you are! Isn’t that cool,” Marvin cheered. “Well cool for you, not really for us.”

Jackie mumbled something, then spoke up. “We’re here to take you to dinner.”

“I told him I didn’t want to eat.” His stomach growled, disproving his last statement.

“You won’t be dining with him tonight. After you rejected him, he locked himself up. You’ll be dining with us,” Google said.

“Won’t he hear us and get upset?” Henrik asked.

“That's what I said,” Jackie complained.

“We will be taking the risk tonight,” Google said.

“It’s going to be awesome!” Marvin chimed.

#My fic #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #antistein #dr schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #marvin the magician #jackie boy man #googleiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #beauty and the beast

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just-the-way-you-arent · 6 years

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hello again,

so i haven't been on here in almost a month. and its been such a long month omg. but tonight i needed to talk so here i am writing this post since i have no one to talk to.

so... i didn't talk to my ex for almost a month... it was the longest month of my life. i said in my last post i didn't want to be with him anymore. and that was true. i didn't. but after having someone in your life for a decade you're still allowed to miss them. and i did so much. and then he finally talked to me. he told me he missed me and he loved me and needed to see me. so of course i went and saw him. i thought it was a great night. he told me he wanted to work things out... we were going to work on things... i said we should be friends but he insisted things would work... idk idk where we even left it but i said we can work on it. but now idk whats going on. because he says that and is still ignoring me... refuses to admit he loves me anymore... won't speak to me. so im taking that as were still not together. I've never been so confused in my life.

then, theres this boy. who i have a crush on. i wouldn't say like but potentially i could if i got to know him better. but the thing is, he so busy. so so so busy. he was my customer at my old branch and i added him on facebook awhile ago. he had this nice pretty girlfriend. and then one night, a week after my ex and i weren't speaking and were broken up, i was at the bar with my friend and he told me this guy is single. im like theres no way... sure enough, he was. i got drunk and facebook messaged him and weve talked. but no hanging out, because like i said, he's so busy.

i want to figure things out with my ex before i move on to everything else. but its so hard. he only wants me when i don't want him. and then i give in and say fine we can work on things and he's like fuck nvm i don't want that. its so confusing. im so confused. and upset and ugh. i want to let go but he reassured me he would try this time... but he's not. and idk what is going through his head and it hurts just waiting. its like i was so sure i didn't want to be with him. i even saw him for the first time in a month and felt nothing. i was like wow i guess this really is moving on. and i thought he was going to agree. but what he said to me and explained its like he had this whole thing all planned out and figured out. its unlike anything he's ever said or wanted to try before. so i agreed. i still said being friends would be better for us but i agreed to work on things. because why not? i still love him and everything. if we made it work and i eventually wanted to be with him again that would be great. but the guy i spoke to that night and the guy I've been talking to this week are two different people.. and idk what to believe ughhh.

okay sorry end rant ily all and im sorry for annoying you all with my stupid love life.

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taniushka12 · 6 years

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Hey yall! Did you know that its mothers day today? And that all my cousins will be w/ their moms except for me + my sister bc our mom is fucking dead, and ill have to go to their family reunion and pretend that they dont lool at me with pity

And then my aunt whos like hey why dont you call or respond your texts? And its like oh gee i dont know, maybe because the last time weve been all together was at her funeral, maybe eveytime im with any of you you try to talk abt my future, and you know what ive been trying these last weeks! Ive been studying and trying to get a lil of money amd even went and had social interactions! Im going to my therapist!! And yet i just can see how tomorrow any of my two aunts are gonna Say Something and its like shut up, shut up im trying, just shut up

Do you think im stupid that i dont know what i need to do? Im not stupid, but its so fucking hard when i have no motivation to live since i was 14, and i couldnt have someone good with life advice til i was like 50, i only got it til 19 and yet look at me, actually finishing high school now instead of 20 or 30 years later, planning in starting college next year, yes im on the edge of a depressive episode e ery month or week or so but im fucking thriving. They dont have the right to tell me anything, compared to them at this age im the pinnacle of everythi g

God i dont want to see them tomorrow, i dont want to see anyone, but if i dont There Will Be Consequences in form of my cousin recording an audio of thee minutes just telling me how much she loves me and stuff and its like yeah, yeah i know that, shut up, do you think i dont know thay? I know all of you love me of course you do we're family, i love you too, but thats it. I very much dont want to see you, i dont want to interacr with any of you. Just leave me alone. My dad's family(minus my granny) may be shallow and creepy and borderline racist and ok they make me highly uncomfortable, but they never try to get to me which i very much appreciate

#tani's personal shit #negative #long sad rant #happy mothers day yay

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gildedskull · 3 years

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so i mightve finally finally cut off the “Friend” thats ive fucking bitched and moaned about for forever on here

long fucking post under here. again this blog is more for later me to be fucking bitter apparently lul

its been like three weeks since weve talked talk

Everything has just been so fucking much, I’m majorly Not Okay, someplace I haven’t been in a loonnngg time. I’ve self harmed again.

But yeah. In me feeling like shit, I’ve decided that I just don’t care anymore, that it’s too much effort and I deserve better than how “Friend” has treated me.

I’d stay the catalyst event was when I had Another Mutual Friend over to my house, and we decided hey let’s invite “Friend” over and their new roommate (who has also been a mutual friend for a while) and Like. Written in text it doesn’t seem that major it really doesn’t.

But “Friend” essentially said no, I should just come over - drop everything and drive two hours ((I was trying to get them to uber and pay for it and then drive them back in the morning)) and there was more conversation and “Friend” said, “Oh they just blew us off like always.” - like bitch like bitchhhhh the amount of fucking times you’ve actually blown us off with set fucking plans and now you’re trying to put the fucking blame on me when this was a last minute thing, not preplanned or shit, and I could’ve just not fucking invited you and it all would’ve been fine - you’re gonna insult me like. Like you’re once again gonna be a fucking hypocrite and make me feel bad - when I could’ve just not reached out! Not said anything! Great. Fantastic. Love being friends. There was just something about that that wounded me so much. Maybe cuz it’s the one time I actually asked something of them and they didn’t do it idk. Idk. Idk.

ANYways tho. Not the point I wanted on this post.

I haven’t kept them updated about anything. I’ve started school again, car broke down, and bought a new one and I’ve told them 0 about it. not much, but it’s major for me when we used to talk every single day about the most mundane shit.

It’s been hard. I’ve wanted to. Especially being alone on campus now. I’ve wanted to reach out to them. but yeah. Part of me is wanting them to reach out again - I accidentally started the cutoff when I got really really sad and didn’t talk to anyone for a week. They sent my parents a text after about a week and a half. And then yeah, nothing more 2 week later. Like I’m not saying they ‘should’ reach out again but my selfish stupid ass is like?? that’s it?? you reach out once and that’s it??? like okay I Understand - def reinforcing that I shouldn’t reach out. Definitely reinforcing that we are not “Best Friends” as they said.

- Something that hurts more is that we’re in a group chat right, and they’ve insulted me a couple of times since radio silence. like they said to what I’d consider still fairly new friends for me, they’ve known em maybe 4 yrs by now (internet/xbox friends) - but they just said like, ‘Big gav energy when you just dipped’ and then explaining after first reach out to them what was up with me, ‘He said he just didnt wanna be a person rn So he ghosted everyone for a week :/’ which like again doesn’t seem that fucking bad. But it just twisted the knife more, like they were talking behind my back.

ADDITionally. Sorry lot to update on.

So the Mutual Friend (and the roommate) I was talking about, I’ve decided to drop them too. Like with them (Mutual Friend) I could’ve maybe considered them a best friend. But I’ve decided I’m embracing this toxic piece of shit pile of garbage image that “Friend” has for me. I don’t need friends. I truly like being alone. Is it gonna suck for a bit? Yes. But my friends have never ‘gave’ me anything besides a ‘better’ time going out in public, and literally anything I’ve done with them I can do by myself and probably have a decent time - and I can spend as much time doing it and without wasting any additional money on them. They don’t owe me shit, but in that same vein there should be no reason I’m bending over backwards for them. But yeah. In my Brand New Toxic tm fashion, I’ve decided to just cut off Mutual Friends bc there is no point or reason or kindness in making them ‘choose’ between me and “Friend”. I’ve decided to just make the decision for them, they can have them. Like. They’ve already hung out in the meantime without reaching out to me, so I’ve guess they’ve decided as well.

But yeah.

None of them have no idea about any of my feelings on this, and that’s like Probably Not Great. But I really don’t fucking care. They’ll forget me soon enough and That’s Okay and I’ll only have my fucking parents as ‘friends’ and That’s Okay and I’ll never have anyone again bc I’m too tired and anxious and don’t think it’s worth the time to try and make new friends who will ever understand me again.

Am I being the most dramatic bitch out here. Yes. Do I really at the end of the day care. No. Can I actually feel the “walls building around my heart.” Sadly and dramatically yes. Being extra as fuck. But I am a human being with emotions and have never been treated like so. And I’m tired of that.

#my post #long ass posts like these are what happen when I dont just type vague shit in the tags which i wanted to include in the actual post #ima do it anyways #My heart has hurt so much and they really just don't care #I'm tired of being called fat and stupid and the butt of each and every of their jokes #And being ignored and meant to listen but never say anything #I think I deserve better than that #like I don't know and I hate myself but I think I deserve better

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