#EVERY ONE COULD DROP ME BUT YOU AND I’LL STAY HERE FOREVER FOR REAL

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Hey bestie sooooo lots of stuff happened and there was an opportunity I was really hoping I was gonna get, and I didn’t. On top of that it went to the same favorite people that get everything every time and I’ve just been feeling really upset and everything so if you’ve got any mingi comfort that would be great. I could just really use a lil virtual hug rn 😅. There’s a bunch of other stuff that led up to this but now im just feeling really hopeless and wanting to give up on my major even though it’s my dream. I think I kinda need to just sit and wallow for a bit and I’ll be fine but if you got any fluff I could use all of it 😅🩷

aw babes i'm sorry to hear that 😭🫂 you and me both honestly really need a virtual hug (nah a real hug actually) and well, i hope you get much better things than what you were aiming for! we never know where the flow of life is gonna take us so hoping for the best for you, always 🩷 and i hope you fight for your dream too! if you want to talk about it, i'm here for you 🩷

a mingi comfort fluff though, who am i to deny you? ;)

there are times in your life when all you want to do is lay down on a bed and sink through it into the void

or lay down on soft grass and hope the ground swallows you

you put a weight over yourself in the form of your blanket- the only physical thing weighing you down among a bunch of other invisible things

but that isn't enough

the warmth of it, the softness of it, it isn't enough

everything is silent. you can hear the static background noise- that's how quiet it is

could this go on forever while you gather your pieces together?

could time stand still for you?

no.

it never will

you're being swallowed by a bunch of thoughts

i'm alone in this world

no one will understand me

everything is over

there's no going back from here

and a bunch of other negative phrases that are murky in your head, but there in all their mighty presence

it feels like everything you've worked for is crumbling down in front of your eyes

everything is going wrong, wrong- where did it all start to go wrong?

you can't quite put a finger to it

all you know is that you are overwhelmingly sad.

the emotion 'sad' didn't make much sense to you- you always thought it was associated with some other emotion or feeling- such as when you lose someone dear and it's associated with grief

but now... you think you're starting to understand a little what's it like to be just sad. the plain old sad

it springs a little sarcastic laugh out of you and you have to purse your lips to keep another awful sound from bubbling out of you

but this time, your ears detect the familiar sound of footsteps in the house and you wonder just how deep in your thoughts you were to miss the sound of the door unlocking

you don't move. you don't make an effort to. you just hope that he goes to take a shower first or starts cooking. you hope he doesn't realise you're home already

you hope you get a little time to yourself so he doesn't have to see you in this state-

but a knock sounds on the door anyway and his voice calls your name, his eyes probably searching the darkness

you hope that he misses your curled figure in the blankets, but he's far too observant for that

he doesn't turn on the lights. you feel the edge of your bed dip as he sits there

"you're not hiding from me... are you?"

it's mingi. you could cry just hearing his voice

"no... just tired. i'll be out in a few minutes."

he doesn't miss the crack in your voice either

"do you want me to give you some space, or do you want me to stay?"

there's one thing you love about mingi. he always asks you what you need

and he always gives you what you ask for

if it's space you need, he will gladly give you it because he realises the importance of personal space and just sorting your own mess yourself

he won't question you until you talk yourself but he will keep reminding you that he's here

he's perfect in that way

but if it's him you need... he'll drop everything to be with you too

he'll either just hold you in silence or mutter affirmations

and for the first time in a while, you don't know what you need

so you tell him exactly that

mingi sighs deeply and gets up. you wonder if he's going to leave so you check through the little gap in the blanket, your heart beating anxiously

but he only draws the curtains apart just a fraction so he can see better

and then he's back, crawling in the bed next to you and asking if he can get in the blanket with you

you allow it. you scoot a bit to give him some space and he positions the blankets so he can hold you in his arms as he lies down next to you

you're slower this time as you make way to him and he notices that too. so he simply just holds you for a while

and you let the tears flow and wet his sweatshirt. you will apologise later, but for now, you can't stop it

his hand caresses your back repeatedly in soft, circular motions. his other hand is holding yours and squeezing it affectionately

you don't know how long you stay like this but at some point, the tears stop flowing and you move a little to wipe your face

"sorry for being a mess," you laugh and he lets out a short chuckle himself

"you know it's perfectly fine with me," he assures you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "feeling better?"

"a bit, yeah," you tell him. you take a few deep breaths

"what's wrong, love?"

"everything," you sigh. "everything's going wrong at the same time and it's too much, mingi."

mingi brings you back in a hug, this time stronger and a reminder that you're not alone

and you realise that yes- you may have been a little selfish when thinking that you were truly alone in this world

you have him

your constant source of strength, a pillar to lean on

someone who always nudges you in the right direction when you're lost

someone whose words of wisdom heal you

and someone who makes you laugh, especially when he's being goofy like now

"shall we take that little trip now? drop everything and run away?"

"oh, how i wish i could, but i can't run away from this," you sigh.

and just like that, you start talking. slowly, but gradually, you tell him the sequence of events

and he gives you the validation you need- that everything you're feeling right now... it's okay to feel that

he makes you sit in front of him and he holds your hands as you work everything out

he gives objective answers- he knows your strengths and weaknesses, and he suggests the best course

he also plans every possible direction things could go from here on out- something he's really good at

"and like i always say... it can only get better from here, right?"

"sure feels like an all time low, so... yeah?" you say.

"every time i think i'm at an all time low, life throws another one at me"

you laugh at that- he's relatable like this

"well... it can't get worse than this, maybe, yeah?"

"and even if something bad happens," mingi addresses the anxiety in your heart. "even if things don't go as planned and you have to give up something important, you should remember that you're a strong person who can get through this."

you nod, letting his words sink in

"i'm here for you, yes," he says, "but i'm only a guide and emotional support, yeah? whatever you do, it's all you. and you're incredible and amazing. you will get through this. i'm proud of every decision you will make moving forwards. i believe in you, love."

it's all you need to hear and a few tears spill again, but you smile through them as you look at mingi, the dark strands falling over his forehead, his eyes warm

mingi, the person who makes you stand on your own two feet time and time again

mingi, who makes you realise that you can face anything in this world on your own

and mingi, who'll be there when you return from your battles. who'll patch you up, kiss your head and hug you

just like he hugs you now, all warmth and love

he brings you outside so you can eat dinner and it gets better

you don't feel like you're drowning anymore

you're not out of that surface, no, but it's a whole lot better for sure

he talks to you and you address other things in between jokes and kisses exchanged

and when it's time for bed, he holds you, preparing you for tomorrow

it will be okay

you will be okay.

#i feel like i could have written more but this just flowed in one sitting so here it is :') #and after writing it i realised i needed this just as much as you :') #i hope this helps you in some way <33 #here's to hoping we get thru it! #mingi x reader #mingi fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #song mingi #mingi #marian <3 #yumi.asks

[7seas-of-ryy]

Sunshine Part 2

Author’s Note: I wasn’t planning on doing a part 2 for this but someone had commented about it and it gave me this idea! So here it is!! Also I worship this picture ;)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You meet Rooster’s friends! Basically a lot of fluff

Warning: Hints of social anxiety

Part 1 

...

You and Rooster had hung out every time you were both free since that day. He takes you out on dates and you both love laying at home watching movies and doing pretty much anything together. He eventually asked you to be his girl officially and you, of course said yes. It was perfect. Perfect with just the two of you. 

“So how about tonight? Everyone’s getting together for drinks at the bar, it would be perfect. What do ya say, Sunshine?” Rooster said as you two were cuddling on the couch.

He’s been trying to get you to come out and hang out with his group of friends. You already knew them all from serving them at the bar but you had never been properly introduced. Rooster knew you were shy so every time you came up with an excuse to not go, he didn’t push it.

You knew it wasn’t fair to him. But the idea of going out with a group of people you didn’t really know and having nothing to distract you (like serving drinks at the bar) was terrifying. What if you said something stupid and embarrassed Rooster? You were never good at small talk. But you couldn’t put it off forever.

“I guess that would be ok” you mumbled to him.

“For real?? Like you’ll actually go tonight?! Sunshine you have no idea how happy you make me” Rooster basically sang while he got up and started dancing around.

You laughed and watched him celebrate. He pulled you up from the couch and made you dance with him. You don’t know how long you danced for but it felt like forever. Everything was so easy with Rooster. He treated you better than anyone’s ever treated you before.

“Ok... I guess I gotta go get ready” You spoke softly with a small smile

“Damn right you do, gotta show everyone tonight how hot my girl is” Bradley flirted with you. He still made you blush uncontrollably. You started to walk to your room and he squeezed your butt and shamelessly watched as you walked away. This man was going to be the death of you.

You got to your room and started to panic a bit. You had no idea what to wear. You didn’t want to dress too casual but you didn’t wanna look too dressed up either. You hated that you were like this.

You decided to start with makeup. You just did simple stuff as a confidence boost. Then you did your hair the way you like. You started to feel a bit better but you still had to find an outfit. You decided on a nice sundress and some slip on shoes. You had never worn this dress before but it felt right for this event.

You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before heading out to Rooster. He looked over at you and his jaw dropped. 

“Wow- you look- I mean- you’re just- wow” Rooster stuttered. You have never made this man stutter before. You realized why he liked to make you so flustered now, it made you confident to make him trip over his words.

You guys headed to the bar, Rooster never taking his eyes off of you. He immediately wrapped his arm around your waste. He was being extra touchy tonight. You see the group suddenly get very nervous. You stop walking and Rooster looks at you.

“What’s wrong Sunshine, they’re over here” He spoke in your ear so only you could hear. He must’ve realized why you stopped walking because he stood in front of you to block you out of anyone’s view.

“Hey, it’s ok, we don’t have to stay the whole night, we can even turn around and walk out right now if you want to” He whispered with his arms around me.

“No, I’ll be ok, I just got nervous for a second. I can do this” You got as much courage as you could and started walking with Rooster over to the group.

“Hello gorgeous” Hangman immediately spoke.

“Back off man” Rooster held you protectively.

Phoenix came over to introduce herself and save you from that awkward moment.

“Rooster has told us all about you, he’s definitely in love with you. I was beginning to think you were a literal angel with how he talks about you.” She said “I also thought your name was actually Sunshine. He only ever calls you that” She laughed

“Your name’s y/n right?�� A shy man in the corner asked. You were guessing that was Bob from the stories you’ve heard.

“Yes it is, you can call me that or Sunshine because at this point I respond to both” You joked with them, already feeling at ease.

“Well, let’s get some drinks” Hangman said and everyone cheered in reply. 

You looked over noticing Bradley already staring back at you. He kissed your hairline and pulled you in by your waste. They started playing pool and eventually Rooster joined them so you sat off to the side next to Bob.

“Are they always this competitive?” you asked the quiet man next to you.

“Yeah, sometimes it’s funny like tonight but other times it causes us to suffer. One time there was a bet with Mav that basically ended with all of us doing 200 push ups” He said with a small smile.

“That sounds horrible!” You started laughing and he joined you

You looked up and see Rooster watching the two of you. He goes back to playing pool so you take advantage and admire his body while he does.

Eventually everyone gets tired and heads out. Rooster was driving the both of you home and was being very quiet.

“Is everything ok?” You ask and he just shakes his head yes so you both sit in silence for the rest of the way home. Once you’re both back at the apartment, you guys start getting ready for bed.

“So Bob seemed to be pretty talkative with you tonight” Rooster stated casually. 

“Yeah he was nice, I wouldn’t say he was talkative but he did tell me a funny story about you guys and push ups” You started laughing thinking about it again.

“Oh so he’s funny huh?” Rooster said, looking at you.

Then it clicked. He was jealous...of Bob. You started to laugh and he looked like his eyes were gonna bulge out of his head so you laughed even harder.

“Honey, are you jealous of Bob?” You said through your giggles

“I don’t know...maybe... ok yes I am” He admitted. You walked over to him wrapping your arms around him

“There’s nothing to be jealous of, he didn’t make a move on me or something, he just told me a story about all of you!” You found it adorable that this man was jealous.

“But you were laughing so hard” Rooster pouted 

“Because it was funny! Why is that bad?!” You laughed a bit

“Because you’re my sunshine! I wanna make you laugh that hard” He looked like a kicked puppy and you thought you were gonna combust with how cute he was.

“You do make me laugh that hard! And you make me feel so happy! You make me feel so many amazing things!” You said trying to make him feel better

“I do make you feel pretty good in bed, huh” Bradley pulled you in even closer as he spoke. You hid your face in his chest at that comment, getting embarrassed. 

“Shut up” You mumbled and laughed at the same time. 

“I’m sorry I got jealous, I’ve just had you all to myself this whole time and now I’m sharing you. I think tonight was harder for me than it was for you!” He looked right in your eyes as you spoke and leaned in.

“And you looked really really good in that dress tonight” He whispered against your lips.

You let out a breath of anticipation right before he kissed you. He kissed you long and slow, only pulling away when you both needed air.

“I love you so much Rooster” You spoke softly

“I love you too Sunshine” He replied.

...

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[grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks]

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss." A look at some moments that might, depending on your perspective, count as Jon and Martin's first kiss. For the Jonmartin week day 1 prompt "First Kiss" - Updates one chapter a day, every day of Jonmartin Week.

A few people said they'd be interested in two more chapters of this so here's Chapter 10 (out of what will now be 11)!

Content Warnings for this chapter:

blood

explosions

stabbing

canonical character death (?)

Jon had a thousand eyes, pockmarking his skin, encircling his head in grotesque haloes, swivelling and searching and drinking in every last drop of terror in the ruined world.

And all he could look at was Martin. 

Martin’s face, furious and terrified and determined beyond words. Martin’s hands, white-knuckled with effort as he tried to wrench Jon free from the web of black magnetic tape that spooled over his arms, across his chest, around his throat. The blood trickling from Martin’s forehead where he’d been struck by a chunk of fallen masonry. If he made it out of this, he’d have a scar on his forehead to match Jon’s, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t if he didn’t leave right now.

“I can’t protect you from this,” Jon told him desperately. “Go!”

“I’m not leaving you trapped here killing the world while I watch!”

“If you stay, you’ll die.”

And Martin did not hesitate for even a moment before he said, “Then I’ll die!”

Jon’s answering, “No!” was all but drowned out as another explosion rocked the panopticon. The floor was collapsing under their feet, and the walls were crumbling, and half of Jon’s eyes were blinded by a shower of ash and rubble raining down from what remained of the ceiling. He couldn’t see what happened – and, God, what use was the Eye if he couldn’t even see this – but he heard a high, whimpering noise of pain as something hard and heavy collided with Martin, and then Martin collapsed onto Jon’s chest. Jon did his best to hold him steady.

“Martin, please,” he murmured. Even with all the noise around them, he didn’t have to shout when they were this close. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

“Tough! Okay?” Martin set his jaw and held Jon’s gaze. The floor shook again, but he didn’t flinch. “Where you go, I go!”

Jon heard himself murmur back, “That’s the deal.”

The fate of untold thousands of universes hung in the balance. If Jon lived through this, he would hate himself forever for how easy it was to make the choice.

“Okay,” he said. His voice was steady, now. A wave of calm had washed over him when he’d come to his decision. All he had to do now was ride it to the end.

Martin hadn’t yet caught on. “What?”

“Do it.The knife’s just there. Let them go.”

Martin gaped at him in horror. “I’m not going to kill you!”

“Cut the tether,” Jon insisted. “Send them away.”

Martin stared back. His face was painted an eerie white from all the ash and powdered masonry that clung to his skin, making the bright arterial red of his forehead wound stand out like a brushstroke on a fresh canvas. 

“Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe…” Jon’s voice wobbled, then broke. “Maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else.”

“Together?”

“One way or another. Together.”

Martin stooped to pick up the knife. His hands were shaking so badly he could hardly keep his grip.

“I don’t think I can…”

“It has to be you. The Eye won’t let me do it.”

“Are you sure about this?” Martin’s eyes were wide and fixed on Jon’s, and Jon couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“No,” he said. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They kissed.

It was a farewell, and they both knew it, whatever Jon might say about Somewhere Else. Martin’s lips were warm and desperate, pressing into Jon’s skin like he was the last real thing in the universe, and Jon could feel him shaking and sobbing in his arms. It lasted just a second longer than Jon was expecting, and he was beginning to wonder if he would need to pull away, to remind Martin that they didn’t have time, when he felt the searing pain of a knife in his chest.

Martin’s hands were firm. Even while he shuddered with pain and disgust for the task at hand, in this one, most important moment, he was steady and unflinching. He dealt a single hard blow to the convenient gap in Jon’s ribcage, and the knife met no resistance on its way to Jon’s heart.

Jon gasped as if he’d been punched, all the air leaving his lungs with a sickening pop. He tried to say Thank you, tried to say I love you, tried to say I’m sorry, but he couldn’t get a breath. All he could do was clutch at Martin with clumsy, weakening limbs, and hope he knew how much it meant.

A ragged sob tore from Martin’s throat as the world collapsed around them. Jon felt a tug from the tapes, pulling him toward the rip in the fabric of reality. The last thing Jon felt before everything went dark was Martin tightening his grip, holding fast to him as the web pulled them both into that vast unknown, and he contented himself that wherever they were going, they would go there together.

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[haleyboook]

Motherly intuition

DS: MOM spoilers!!

Wanda didn't only have the twins in her time in westview. She also had a daughter, older, more like her in many ways. What happens when she can only locate her sons in an alternate reality?

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Tommy shakes his head saying "I'm too old to be tucked in, Mom."

"Oh. Okay." She smiles to him

Billy says “You can still tuck me in mom.”

“Sure, You know, a family.. is forever. I'll always-”

“I changed my mind. You can tuck me in mom.”

Wanda smiles and begins to tuck Tommy in. “Your sister, she still lets me tuck her in even to this day. When I have a really bad day I stay with her in her bed. The cuddles she provides...”

“What sister mom?”

Wanda looks to Tommy confused saying “y/n.. your big sister. She-”

Wanda wakes up from her dream, saddened. She rubs her face shaking her head. Where was her daughter in that dream?

Why didn't the boys know their sister?

Where was Vision?

Later that day,

Strange approaches the “blossom fields”

She hands him a branch and he sniffs it saying “it smells..”

She finishes his sentence saying “Sweet.”

“I was gonna say real.”

“It’s all very real. I put all the magic behind me.”

He nods and says “So I can see.”

She says “I knew sooner or later you’d show up wanting to discuss what happened at Westview. I made mistakes. And people got hurt.”

“But you made things right in the end. I’m not here to talk about westview.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“We need your help. What do you know about the multiverse?”

“The multiverse? Vis had his theories. He believed it was real and dangerous.”

“He was appropriately right about both. We found a girl, who can somehow travel across the multiverse and she’s being pursued. Some kind of demon. One that wants her power for themselves. We’ve taken her to Kamar Taj. We’ve got our group but we could use an Avenger.”

“There are other avengers.”

“Yeah but given the choice between the archer with the Mohawk and several bug themed crime fighters or one of thee most powerful magic wielders on the planet, it’s an easy call. Come to Kamar Taj. We’ll get you back on the lunch box.”

She smiles lightly and says “What if you brought America here?”

He looks to her surprised saying “Here?”

“Yeah. I know what it’s like being on your own. Hunted for your abilities. I could protect her.”

He stops in his tracks and Wanda looks back towards him “You never told me her name, did you?”

“No. No I didn’t.”

“The hex was the easy part. Lying… not so much.”

The surrounding apple blossoms appear differently as she drops the illusion. She smiles slightly saying “My daughter, she always loved the blossom trees. It’s a shame these aren’t as vibrant as the ones in the books.”

He looks to the dark hold saying “The dark hold.”

“You’re familiar with the dark hold?”

“I know it’s the book of the damned. And that it corrupts everything and everyone that it touches. I wonder what it’s done to you.”

“The dark hold only showed me the truth. Everything I lost can be mine again.”

He calmly says “What do you want with America? What do you want with the multi-verse?”

“I’m going to leave this reality and and go to one I can be with my children.”

“Wanda your children aren’t real. You created them using magic.”

She smirks saying “That’s what every mother does. What would you do if there was a universe where you were happy. Wouldn’t you want to go?”

“I am happy.”

“But I know better than most. I know what deception looks like.”

“What you’re doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law. And if you take that child’s power, she won’t survive.”

“I don’t relish hurting anyone, Stephen. She’s not a child. She’s a supernatural being. Such raw power could reek havoc on this and other worlds. Her sacrifice would be for the greater good.”

“Well, you can kiss the lunch box goodbye because that’s the kind of justification that our enemies use.”

She narrows her eyes at him saying “Is it the kind that you used? When you gave Thanos the time stone?”

“That was a war. And I did what I had to do.”

“You break the rules and become a hero. I do and I become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.”

I struggle against the monster approaching me as I hurl waves of red power at it. I grumble “God I hate this universe!”

I quickly float up and shout “this sucks!”

I remove the roof off a house behind the demon or monster thing. The one with sharp horns all over it’s back. The four eyes.

Truly disgusting.

I throw myself higher in the air with a wave of power as it’s tail sweeps at me. I slip in the air as I drop the roof on it

It halts it momentarily as I look to the crowd surrounding us. I mutter “I wish mom was here.”

I hold my hands together, forming a large ball of power, the largest one I can form as the monster attempts to break through the roof I’ve temporarily spelled to not be removed from its body.

Quickly I hear the extremely loud screech as it demolishes the spell and sends me flying back, I hit the brick wall adjacent to me

Hard.

Painfully.

I groan as the power slips from my hands as I feel my eyes begin to close.

The monster screeches as it grabs my body, throwing it like a rag doll.

“Ow.” I mutter as I scramble through the air. I halt in place as I put one hand out to stop myself.

I touch my forehead, feeling the blood drip down.

Shit.

The monster suddenly stops and I look at it confused. I wave my hand in front of it, the red wave of power following my hand.

It watches and follows my hand as it goes back and forth

Woah... cool

I smile saying “Now this is better.”

It lunges at me again, causing me to scream as I tumble back. My body hitting the ground as I scramble away from its claws

Quickly I lift myself into the air, my powers not being much against the attacker

I need more lessons.

Mom didn’t get to teach me how to handle this power. It’s scary.

Intimidating.

I throw the monster on to the ground, through the cement as it claws towards me

I gasp as I press my hand to the wound it gives me on my abdomen. Ow. Ow.

It quickly lurches out of the ground, grabbing my body and throwing me across the sky. I scream and try to stop myself as I tumble through the air, but the dizziness from the blood seeping out of my wound is getting to me

I scream as I’m pierced through the stomach. I want my mom. 

A blur speeds past me and I weakly struggle within it’s grasp. I slip from it’s grasp as it’s hit in the side

I catch myself as I begin to fall. I hear “Are you alright?” I look down towards the familiar voice and I freeze. I stare at my father confused

“Dad?”

Vision says “Huh?”

He slices the monster in half with the infinity stone and I shakily land

I fall to the ground as I quickly feel lightheaded. Vision lands in front of me, extending a hand and saying “You alright, Miss...?”

“Maximoff. y/n Vision-Maximoff.”

He looks to me confused and says “Pardon, miss?”

“You’re my father. I suppose in another universe or something but you’re my dad.”

His eyes widen and he says “Oh.”

I smile and say “Thanks for saving me, I could’ve handled it though.”

“Ah yes, the whole losing blood and screaming really helped you in your fight.”

I look to him angrily saying “Oh my god. I already don’t like you. You’re definitely not my dad. My dad was actually the sweetest man to exist.”

“It’s not in my emotional capacity to feel human emotions, I’m afraid.”

“Lies.”

I look down to the blood seeping out of my leg and say “Is there a Wanda Maximoff in this universe?”

He nods saying “Yes.”

I nod saying “Show me to her?”

“I suppose I could.”

He grabs my wrist, pulling me into the air. I scream as we move at a rapid speed and I heave a sigh of relief as we land on the ground safely

I shakily push him away and mutter “Definitely.. not my father.”

I look to the house confused, saying “This is where she is?”

He nods and quickly abandons me. I mutter “Thanks a lot... dad.”

I walk towards the door and knock as I feel the blood pool out of my abdomen and leg.

The door opens and I look to a dark haired version of my mom. I open my mouth to say something and she says “Hello?”

I gasp saying “Mom.”

She looks to me confused and I hear the echoing “y/n! no! run..” I look around and suddenly Wanda pulls me into the house. I watch her confused as I see the spell slip off her illusion

Dr. Strange crosses his arms in front of me and says “Good of you to join us.”

I attempt to pull out of his grasp but his capture spell holds strong. I push him saying “Let me go!” 

“You’re the sole creation of the dark hold and I need your power.”

I grit my teeth saying “Where’s my mom!?”

“Dead.” he motions to Wanda in the corner and I scream “Mom!” 

“She can’t hear you. She’s gone, I’ve already gathered her powers. The wonders of the darkhold. But I’m limited, not having you. Only one being in all the multiverse that is balanced through the dark hold.”

I grit my teeth as I break the capture spell saying “You’ll never get my power. Like hell I’ll let you take my power.”

“Was I asking? I thought I made it clear I don’t need to ask permission.”

I twist my fingers, whisps of power quickly growing in my hands as I gather my attack behind my back

I throw the power towards him, shouting “No means no, asshole!” I storm out of the house, only to realize I’m in a constant time loop

No... god no.

“Mom...”

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[obwjam]

Could we perhaps get 33 with Shawn and Lassy? Psych GT pog 🤙

“What are you hiding behind your back?” 

“…no one – uh – nothing…”

sorry this one took me FOREVER dawg shawn is so hard to write. he's so dumb. it's hard to channel that energy. i love him

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“Shawn, we CANNOT bring them with us.”

“Oh, c’mon Gus, don’t be the crust of a half-eaten sandwich thrown in the dumpster behind an Applebee's.”

You smiled. You never got tired of their never-ending banter.

See, you had been found by this pure enigma of a human named Shawn Spencer. You weren’t doing anything wrong, either – you had been moving from building to building, trying to find a relatively quiet space to settle into. The Santa Monica weather was like a borrower’s paradise, so you really just needed somewhere slow, but safe.

This building, you discovered, was rarely ever used, except for a handful of humans who would come through every so often. You kept your distance, never made a mess, never left your hiding spot if anyone was there. Just like you had done in the countless other places you had called home.

But this one found you. He set up a trap, too, so even though he was gone for hours, you were stuck under a metal bucket until he lifted it up and gaped at you in total shock. Eventually, he told you he was able to figure you out because he was psychic… whatever that meant. You were fortunate that he was, ultimately, a kind person, if not a little invasive. At least his friend Gus seemed more freaked out by you than you were of him when Shawn introduced you to him against your will. That was a weird day.

Now, you were sitting in Shawn’s hand as Gus piloted their little blue car. You didn’t really like to be carried, but Shawn was overly eager to show you all aspects of human life – and today, that meant the McDonald’s drive-thru. But Jules had just called, urging the pair to get down to this crime scene right away. Gus wanted to drop you back at the Psych office. Shawn did not.

“I will not be held responsible for smuggling a borrower into a crime scene!”

“Woah, Gus, watch your language. It’s offensive to say ‘borrower.’ I believe they prefer the term, ‘tiny person.’”

You shook your head when Gus gave you an exasperated look. “No, Shawn, that’s literally what I am.”

Gus tightened his grip on the wheel. “Shawn, please, if Lassie sees them–”

“Lassie will not see them,” Shawn asserted. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, now I’m real confident.”

“Shawn, really, I don’t have to come. I’ll be fine here.”

Shawn gave you a look like you had just cursed him out. “I can’t leave you in the car! That’s illegal!”

“It’s illegal for babies and dogs, Shawn, of which Jada is neither.”

You groaned. You had heard horror stories about Lassie – grumpy, mean, generally discontent with Shawn and Gus’s presence at most things. If you understood one thing about Shawn’s life, it’s that he didn’t know how to stay out of trouble, which felt like a disaster waiting to happen whenever you were with him. 

“It’ll be fine,” said Shawn, giving you a sympathetic enough look that you didn't immediately roll your eyes. “I’ll keep you in my hand and you can just peek through my fingers, like you're Jim Halpert.”

You shook your head. “No. No hand. It’s your front pocket or nothing.”

“What’s so wrong with my hand?” Shawn asked, sounding hurt. 

“You are sitting in it right now,” Gus pointed out. 

You sighed. “I dunno, I…” You realized you didn’t actually have to tell them the truth. “It… smells bad.”

Gus let out a laugh while Shawn tried his best to defend his odor, insisting that he showers every day and washes his hands even more often than that. But you wouldn’t relent, and he eventually agreed to stick you in his front pocket when you arrived.

“I still think it’s better if we just dropped you off back at Psych,” Gus said, eyeing you carefully. Shawn was pretending his hand was an elevator as he lifted you to his pocket. “A front pocket’s pretty exposed.”

You happened to agree with Gus on this one, which wasn’t very common, since Gus tended to worry about every single little thing you did. But there was no changing Shawn’s mind when it was made up. 

You hoisted yourself into his pocket. Shawn’s hand gave you a little boost as you pulled yourself up, resulting in you tumbling forward and flipping headfirst into the pocket. Embarrassed, you rubbed your head and tried to play it off.

“Whoops. You alright?” Shawn’s muffled voice came from above you. You just nodded, figuring if he was really a psychic, he would know you just did that. 

After what felt like forever, you finally felt the car come to a halt and the engine shut off. Gus turned to Shawn and made a face.

“How’s it look? Inconspicuous?” Shawn asked.

“It looks like you have a lump in your pocket.”

Shawn peered down, barely making out your sweaty face through the thin pocket opening. “How is it in there?”

You gave him a look of discontent. “Hot.”

Before anyone could reply, Jules was at the window, rapping her knuckles frantically on the glass. You could barely hear her yelling at the pair to get their asses out of the car. Shawn gave you a protective tap, as if he was checking to make sure you were still there, before climbing out.

You knew it would be suicide to peek your head out, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t morbidly curious as to what was going on. It was impossible to understand all the criminal jargon these cops were tossing around.

Gus kept nervously glancing at Shawn’s pocket every time you shifted your weight, and Lassie probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it if Shawn didn’t have his hand hovering just below it. The detective raised his eyebrows, and Gus noticed, making up a silly excuse to drag Shawn to an adjacent room.

“I think Lassie’s onto us, Shawn,” he whispered harshly. “He keeps looking at your pocket.”

“Because you keep staring at it!” Shawn shot back. Without thinking, he plunged his hand into the pocket, causing you to squeal and push yourself back. You tried your best to avoid his fingers, but it was a futile effort. Once he found you, he pinched your waist and slowly pulled you out – despite your uncomfortable wriggling – and plopped you into his palm.

“I hate it when you do that,” you grumbled, swiping your hair out of your face. 

“Gus, I want you to get them out of here,” Shawn instructed, holding his hand out. “Take them outside, anywhere, I don’t care, just–”

“What are you two doing?”

Shawn and Gus yelped, almost a little too comically. Lassie had snuck up behind them. Before you could even register what was going on, Shawn curled his fingers over you and whipped his hand behind his back. He cringed when he felt you slam into his fingers. Your miniscule movements as you pushed yourself up and readjusted made his whole arm twitch. 

“What are you hiding behind your back?” 

“...no one – uh – nothing...”

Your eyes went wide. No, he did not just say that.

Gus smacked his forehead. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, Shawn.” 

“What are you… just show me your damn hand, Spencer. Now.”

“I told you, this was a bad idea!”

“Can it, Guster,” Lassie snapped. “What could you possibly be hiding that you don’t want to show me?”

In Shawn’s hand, your panic had morphed into desperation. Logically, there was no getting out of this, but that didn’t stop your instincts from taking over. You yanked at Shawn’s fingers like they were prison bars, trying to pry them apart so you could leap to safety. You kicked and punched and yelled in frustration. 

Shawn, of course, felt every little impact, but stayed surprisingly still through the whole ordeal as the thoughts raced in his mind. Aside from taking off and running away – which was his top possibility until he noticed that Lassie was covering their only exit – there was no way out of this one.

Soon, that familiar sinking feeling was back in your stomach. You tried to stand up to gain more strength to escape, but there was no way you would ever be able to overmatch a human. Tears began to stream from your eyes out of frustration. You weren’t even a match for a human’s fingers. How pathetic was that? How could you even think it would be any different?

“No, no, Shawn, please, please don’t do this, please, please…” you begged to yourself, knowing it was useless. You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, trying to squeeze the nauseating feeling away.

Shawn and Gus exchanged a knowing glance before both sets of eyes fixated on the outstretched hand. Even Lassie, who was usually quick to reprimand these idiots, stayed quiet. He could feel that something was off.

“Alright, Lassie, just… just try not to freak out, alright? They’re a little skittish.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What is going… on.” Lassie’s demeanor completely changed the moment he laid eyes on you. His face, once contorted in anger, had now softened to a degree that Shawn and Gus had never seen.

Not that you would know. All you saw was the scrunched-up, confused and downright pissed off looking face of a giant taller than both Gus and Shawn, something you didn’t think was possible. His eyes were blown wide and his mouth hung agape, which was a mirror image of your own expression. You scooted back, and Lassie jumped a bit at the movement. Shawn could feel your trembles, and he didn’t like it.

“What the hell am I looking at, Spencer?”

“This? Well, um, this – them – they, they’re uh –”

“–they’re tiny,” Lassie finished, eyes still fixated on your shaking form. His mind was racing a million miles per hour. What were you? How did something like you exist? More importantly, what on earth were you doing with Shawn and Gus?

Shawn laughed nervously. When was the last time he was nervous? “Woah! They are? I hadn’t noticed!”

Lassie ignored Shawn’s joke and took a tentative step forward and leaned down to get a closer look. He didn’t miss the way your eyes grew even wider as you receded back. “What is it?” 

“That ‘it’ is a person,” Gus said, stepping closer. He would get between you and Lassie if he needed to. “With a name, emotions, thoughts and feelings, just like the rest of us.”

“Huh.” He blinked a few times. “So it – they – can understand us?”

“Don’t be silly, Lassie,” Shawn chided. He was actually getting angry at him. “Think of them as a human being, just… pocket-sized.”

Your quivers only grew stronger the more Lassie maintained eye contact with you. You were gripping onto Shawn’s skin for dear life, so tense that stars started popping in and out of your vision. You felt pinned down underneath three human gazes, all staring at you in fascination and worry. You hadn’t felt this vulnerable since the day Shawn discovered you.

“Where did you find them? Here?”

Shawn shook his head. “I found them at Psych. You know, with my awesome psychic powers and all.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“I dunno,” Shawn shrugged. “A month, maybe two.”

There was a cool silence until Lassie remembered he was supposed to be mad. “What the hell are you doing bringing them to an active crime scene?!” 

You shivered back at the sheer volume of his voice, and the overwhelming sound was enough to get the tears flowing again. Shit. He was pissed. You were really in trouble now.

“Hey! Don’t yell,” Shawn cried. He knew how much you hated when voices were raised. “In our defense, they were in the car with us when Jules demanded we get down here. Ruined a perfectly good trip to Mickey D's.”

“For the record, I didn’t want them coming here,” Gus interjected.

“Why didn’t you just leave them in the car? You really thought bringing them inside was a good idea, with a bunch of cops crawling around?!” Lassie pinched his brow. “Damn it, Spencer.”

Shawn glanced down at you as soon as he felt a miniscule splash of water on his palm, a protective rage bubbling up inside. He hadn’t seen you this upset since he had found you, and it just about killed him to see you like that. “Just, calm down Lassie, alright? You’re freaking them out.”

“Don’t tell me to be calm! You – you brought some, some unauthorized being into a classified location and tried to hide it from me! You’re lucky nobody else saw them! I –”

Lassie locked eyes with you again, and he stopped. Shawn was right – you were freaked out. By him. Even from all the way up here, he could see your heavy breathing and pale face. He wanted to reprimand Shawn and Gus for this, but he felt a pang of guilt each time he looked at you. This wasn’t your fault, and him getting angry was clearly a very scary sight.

“You said they had a name?” Lassie said all of a sudden, voice back to a normal decibel level. Shawn and Gus nodded. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?”

Slowly, the giant detective turned back to you. You couldn’t quite read his expression – he was mad, for sure, but he was also��� curious. Intrigued. You leaned back as he once again bent down, this time farther to be at eye level with you.

“Um… hi there,” he said awkwardly, causing Shawn to snicker. Lassie shot him a look, but didn’t say anything. “What’s, uh, your name?”

You looked at him in utter shock, too scared to say anything. Lassie looked expectantly, but frowned when you didn’t respond. “I thought you said they could understand me.”

“They can!” Shawn protested.

“You obviously just scared the living crap out of them,” Gus added angrily.

Lassie hummed. He could tell you were frightened, but to the point where you couldn’t even speak? He felt awful.

“Look, I, uh, I’m sorry I scared you,” Lassie said sheepishly, surprising you. “I just didn’t expect to meet a tiny person today. Or, well, ever…” He trailed off, unsure of what he could say that would make you feel better. This was uncharted territory, even for him, but it was also fascinating. Shawn and Gus have had this tiny person with them for months. He had to know more.

“You two need to get them out of here. I don’t want to risk anyone else seeing this poor thing, alright?” The pair of friends were taken aback by the concern in Lassie’s voice. “We can talk more back at the station.”

“The station? I thought you said you didn’t want anyone seeing them,” Gus questioned.

Lassie raised his eyebrow. “Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for this one, Guster. Besides, I have a million things I want to ask them, and this isn’t the place.” You gawked as Lassie stretched back up to his full height, which was still mind-numbingly tall. Lassie shivered when he looked back at you – you were so small in Shawn’s stupid hand.

“I know I must look scary, but don’t worry about me, alright? It’s these two idiots that should scare you.” You sniffed a surprising laugh at his bluntness. “You can always tell me if they’re causing you any trouble.”

Shawn and Gus were too stunned to speak as their boss left the room. Lassie was being gentle with you? Never in a million years would they have expected that reaction.

Shawn broke the silence. “Well, that was weird.”

Gus nodded in agreement. “I am deeply disturbed.”

“Jada? Are you alright?” Shawn asked, cupping you close to his chest. Truthfully, you didn’t quite know the answer. You were expecting the worst in this situation – being picked up, poked, prodded. But Lassie didn’t do any of that. He didn’t even try to touch you. He was… respectful, for the most part, and kind. He was speaking to you like a real person. He seemed to really care.

You turned back to the doorway, peering past Shawn to watch Lassie conferring with all the different people in the other room. Knowing these two, you understood why Lassie might be averse to them, but you couldn’t help but feel strangely calm after your short meeting. There was something about him that left you wanting to know more.

“Yeah, Shawn,” you said after a moment. Your voice was as calm as it’s ever been. “I think I’ll be alright.”

#i went back and forth like 20 times as to how i wanted to do this #settled on this just so i could post something lol #trying my best here alright #you also did not ask for gus but it would be illegal for him not to be in this #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #psych #psych g/t #asks

[jovialtorchlight]

AS YOU ONCE WERE

A short play by Jonny Bolduc

Characters:

VOICE: You, in a dream.

YOU. You, as you are.

CHILD: You, are you once were. 

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VOICE:

The door flies open.

YOU:

Damn. This is it. The house I grew up in. The blue armchair in the living room, the hardwood floor, the desk by the window. I remember every divot in the carpet. Can I…go into my room?

VOICE O.S:

It’s your dream. You can do whatever you want. But there’s something you should know. The junk drawer, the one that squeaked really loud every time it opened and annoyed the shit out of dad is stuffed full of handwritten apology notes.

YOU:

Apology notes? To who?

VOICE: 

I’ll tell you in a moment. But get this. The hamster you buried in the backyard in 2005  is scurrying across  the kitchen countertops. Fresh sheets,  still hot from the dryer are parachuted  on the bed. Sims 2 is loaded up on the  white brick computer.

YOU:

Holy shit. Can..can I stay here?

VOICE:

No. 

YOU:

Oh. 

VOICE: 

Tell me something.

How are your days? How have you been living?

YOU:

I haven’t. I haven’t really been living. I have given myself to the flow of

the days that do not  understand  mercy or  what it means  to cry “uncle”. I have burned this house in my mind. I have razed this memory to the ground. I have tried to end my life twice.

VOICE. O.S:

Huh. Interesting. You know, I think someone here might be able to help you. 

Come on in.

A CHILD enters, clad in a baseball cap. 

CHILD:

Hi.

YOU:

Hi. Are you…?

CHILD: 

You?  Yeah, I am. 

YOU:

Me. As a..kid?

CHILD:

As a ten year old. 

YOU:

Woah. 

CHILD:

Yeah!

YOU:

So. I was, uh, wondering something. 

CHILD:

Whatsup? 

YOU:

Can I stay here?

CHILD:

I don’t think so. Why? Is the future not good? I mean, are we not happy?

YOU:

No. We’re…not.

CHILD:

Why not? What’s wrong? Are we not a famous writer? 

YOU:

No. And look, it’s just…time hasn’t been kind to us. Time has taken and taken and taken and we’ve been battered by the unrelenting force of the days. The terror of the nights. 

It’s like every day, another heavy stone is dropped onto my chest. I just…I can’t take it anymore. 

I gave up. 

On life.

CHILD:

You gave up on us? What? How could you? 

Why?  Is there nothing else to learn? No books to read? No time to go look into the water of a pond and see the water teeming with tadpoles and triops and waterbeds and life? No good video games? No time to give  mom a hug? 

What could be so bad that you would want to do that? I mean, things can be dark and scary and bad, right now.  The  dark corner of the  basement where  I saw a ghost.  The terrible roar of  the furnace echoing in the dark. When I get real trapped in my thoughts and my chest gets tight and I get sweaty and panic. When I get sad for no reason and want to get lost in the woods and never come back to school. But I keep going. 

You’re telling me…we aren’t worth it?  

YOU:

I’m so sorry. 

I’ve tried to get better. To get help. But every fucking day—

CHILD:

That’s a bad word. 

YOU:

I’m sorry. Every day is full of stress and terror and failing. I just…I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t get better. I’ve tried so many times and I keep falling back down into this pit of black. 

CHILD:

Look. It's okay. Want to play Animal Crossing? That always makes me feel better when I'm sad. Or we could look for frogs at the grassy edge of the retention pond. 

YOU:

I would love to. But do we have time? 

CHILD:

Of course we have time.  Obviously, you can’t stay here forever. But you can find someone like me. A kid who needs what we needed when we were younger. And if you help, if you make things better…some of the sadness will go away.

 I can’t stay here forever, either. I’m gone. I’m a part of you, now. But we can do this. We can find the light again. We can feel safe. 

We can do it together.

YOU:

I’m so sorry.

CHILD:

It’s ok. 

Want to play Super Smash Brothers?

YOU:

Absolutely. 

I’m going to beat you. 

CHILD:

No way!

Grabs cap off of CHILD’s head. CHILD reaches for it, and they run off, laughing. 

END

#short play #playwriting #poetry #jonny bolduc #jovialtorchlight

[remorsefulkittens]

Robot Invasion

Rating: General

Status: Complete (1,837 words)

@911bingo square: Everyone's a Robot

Summary: Christopher wakes up after movie night with Buck and realizes something isn't quite right…

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Christopher knew from almost the minute he woke up that something wasn’t quite right. First, his dad didn’t come to his bedroom to say good morning, and his dad always came to say good morning. Instead, Chris had to go find his dad in the kitchen, only to find that he had made toast on cereal day! It wasn’t a huge deal, Chris liked toast, but his dad never made mistakes like that.

Then, just as Chris was finishing his toast, his dad said the strangest thing.

“Are you ready Chris? I’ll drop you off on my way to work.”

It made no sense! Dad knew that Carla dropped him off every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and it was Monday.

“Uh, Dad Carla will be here any minute, right?”

Chris saw the surprise on his dad's face before they heard the front door open, and Carla calling, asking if Chris was ready. Getting to his feet, crutches ready, Chris hesitated before hugging his Dad good-bye. He decided he would ask Carla what was wrong with dad when they were alone.

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It wasn’t just his dad; Chris realized on the drive to school that there was something wrong with Carla too. She was cheerful like always, smiling and filling the car with chatter, but she just waved him off when he asked about his dad. That wasn’t like Carla; she listened when he talked, never rushed him when it was hard to find the words, and most of all, she told him the truth.

“Your dad? He's fine Christopher. You don't need to worry about grown-up's stuff hon,” she told him, kindly, but stiffly.

“He didn't know you were taking me to school today,” Chris argued, turning in his seat to get a better look at his caregiver. “He should have. It's been Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's forever.”

Carla faltered, but recovered quickly. “People make mistakes. He's probably tired.”

Maybe Chris thought, but dad had gone to bed early last night while Buck stayed up with Chris to finish their movie. He should have gotten lots of sleep.

“Ok,” was all he said though, because they were pulling up to the school. The car stopped and Carla waited.

“Um…” Chris said, glancing out the window. “Aren’t you going to park and walk me to the gate?” Carla always parked and walked him to the gate.

“Oh, of course,” Carla giggled, unnaturally.

Chris was growing uneasy, and he kept more space than usual between Carla and himself on he short walk to his school. Whatever was going on, Carla wouldn’t be the one to help him figure it out.

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He could tell his teacher! Christopher thought with relief on his way to class. Mrs. Hartman was a kind woman, understanding, and approachable; she was always encouraging her students to come to her if they were scared or in trouble. It was perfect! Chris would confide his suspicions, and Mrs. Hartman would know what to do.

It wasn’t going to be that simple though, and Christopher knew it as soon as he walked into the classroom. Mrs. Hartman, the real Mrs. Hartman would not be sitting at her desk, hands folded in front of her, staring toward the back of the room. The real Mrs. Hartman always stood at the door greeting each student by name, welcoming them in. Christopher froze in the doorway, bumped and jostled by his classmates, heart sinking.

Mrs. Hartman’s head turned to him after everyone else had taken their seats, face solemn, no hint of her usual inviting smile.

“Christopher Diaz, you need to take your seat with others. Quickly now,” she stood and clapped her hands when he didn’t move.

Fear growing, making his stomach twist, Christopher's next words were not a lie.

“Uh, no, sorry, I-I’m sick! I ha-hav-have to go!” He stammered, already turning to clatter out of the room, praying no one would follow him.

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The gates to his school were closed and locked during school hours so Christopher was trapped. He didn’t know what to do next, who he could trust, or who would believe him when he revealed that all the adults were robots!

Another kid was the obvious answer. He considered his friend Freddy, or maybe Emma because she was very practical…but the problem was they were all in class. If he went back in the building he could be trapped, and he had no idea how far the robot invasion went, or what the robots wanted.

He needed to think, and think fast. His dad was his go to person, but he was already a robot, and Carla too! The police came to mind but they could be robots, and he might not be able to tell. He needed someone he was close to, someone who he could test to be sure they hadn’t been turned… Christopher was near panic when the answer hit him! Buck! If there was ever an adult, who wasn’t really an adult it was Buck. He would help, all Christopher had to do was use his ‘emergencies only' cell phone to call him.

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Buck answered right away and Christopher nearly cried with relief. Buck immediately agreed to pick him up, calling the school to excuse him, and having the janitor open the big iron gate. Chris gave the janitor a wide berth, waiting for him to swing the gate wide, before racing as fast as he could to Buck's arms.

“You smell funny,” Chris said, face pressed into Buck's chest. Sure, there was the regular citrusy lemon-lime that Chris associated with his friend, but lurking beneath was the something else…it reminded him of motor oil.

“Uh, yeah I was working on the jeep,” Buck said, sounding just like the Buck Chris loved spending time with. “Suppose you tell me what’s got you so worked up?” Buck changed the subject, hoisting Chris into his arms, and then into the jeep's passenger seat.

Christopher watched Buck walk around the hood, worry gnawing at his belly again. Buck slid into the driver’s seat and Christopher bit down on his bottom lip, saying nothing.

“Are you tired because we stayed up late last night?” Buck asked, giving him a sideways grin. “Your dad is gonna kill me you know.”

Christopher almost squealed with relief! Buck remembered last night! He couldn’t be a robot!

“No, Buck, you're not gonna believe it but everyone is a robot! My dad, Carla, my teacher, they've all been replaced! I’m scared, Buck. Where is my real dad? And what do the robots want?”

Buck’s eyes widened, but he did a good job of steering despite the shock, Christopher thought. He could tell Buck was thinking hard about what he said, and Chris left him to it. Chris knew he could trust Buck to figure this out; if anyone could get his dad back and stop the robots it would be Buck.

Pulling into his regular spot at Christopher's apartment building, Buck turned to him and asked.

“How do you know they're robots?”

Chris sighed, fingering the zipper on his backpack. “I just know. They aren’t right Buck. Dad didn’t say good morning, Carla didn’t walk me to the gate, Mrs. Hartman wasn’t by the door and…” Christopher froze, the sound of rushing blood in his ears, “And you didn’t call me superman when you picked me up! You're one of them! You're a robot too!”

Christopher gasped, taking his eyes off Buck to see all the adults he knew…neighbors, teachers, Bobby, Athena, Hen and Chim, his dad and Carla…all of them, lined up, row after row, advancing in a slow, mechanical march, toward the jeep…

“No!” Chris howled, “No Buck! Don’t let the robots get me! No Buck! No! Not you too!”

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Christopher jolted upright, breathing hard, heavy hands gripping his shoulders. He could feel sweat dripping from his brow, and hear the slight irritation in his father's voice.

“Chris, I got you,” Eddie said, giving him a gentle shake, “You're safe. You were having a nightmare.”

Chris peeled his eyes open, relieved to see his bedroom, his stuffed monkey, his normal dad, and normal Buck standing in the doorway.

“You were a robot,” he accused, raising a shaky hand to point at Buck, “so were you dad, but Buck was better at it! I didn’t know until it was too late!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, and Buck chuckled nervously, scrubbing at the back of his neck.

“Well, for the record I think your dad would make a great robot, Chris,” Buck joked, and Eddie gave him scathing look before focusing back on his son.

“I told you I, Robot was too scary right? You think maybe next time you’ll listen?”

Chris shrugged, hugging his monkey, even if he was too old for it. He was still scared, and his dad shouldn’t be saying ‘I told you so', even if he had told him so.

“Can you sit up with me for awhile, dad?” Chris asked softly, a little embarrassed.

Eddie’s face morphed into a grin. “Oh no, I’m going back to bed to get a least a couple hours sleep before work, but you!” Eddie pointed at Buck, getting to his feet at the same time, “You, will take your movie pal here out to the kitchen for some warm milk, then put him back to bed all by yourself, because I, Robot was your brilliant idea!”

Christopher brightened, holding out his arms to Buck, who would carry him for sure, even though Chris knew he was too big.

“So, I was a good at being a robot huh?” Buck asked, tossing Chris up over his shoulder, making him giggle.

“Yeah, you’re good at everything Buck,” Chris told him honestly, “and you were still nice. Even as a robot.”

“Aw, you’re a good kid, Christopher,” Buck said, and Chris giggled again as he was plopped into a chair at the kitchen table. Watching Buck head to the fridge, Chris thought of something.

“Hey, Buck how come you didn’t go home last night?” Chris asked, curious.

Buck paused, then took out the milk and went to get a mug.

“Do you sleep over now?” Chris pressed when Buck didn’t answer his first question.

Buck cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I do. Sometimes.”

Chris was quiet, contemplating, until the microwave beeped.

“There's no blanket on the couch, do you sleep in bed with dad?”

Buck nearly dropped the mug he was pulling out of the microwave, and he was blushing like the lady cashier at the supermarket, the one who liked to flirt with his dad. Chris had learned about flirting from his friend Emma.

“Ha, um well, would it upset you if I was?” Buck asked, bringing the mug to the table, and catching Christopher’s eye.

“No, cause it means we can stay up late every night watching movies,” Chris said, smiling broadly at his best friend, “Dad doesn’t like to stay up late.”

Buck snorted, patting Chris' hand on table. “Sure, superman, just no more robots!”

#911 on fox #911onfox #911 fox #911 fandom #911 fanfiction #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 bingo #911 bingo 2022 #bingo fill #rating: g #general audiences #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #fluff #humour #comfort #no hurt only comfort #nightmares #robots #short and sweet #cute #buckley diaz family #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 link

[hollybell51]

Chapter Fifteen

Fairy rescue (kind of)

A Heart of Ice - Jack Frost x fem!Reader

Chapter Fourteen, masterpost

Word count: 1121

Summary: promises are made, tooth fairies are rescued 

Notes: I apologise for the shortness and shitiness of this one, I’ve been very busy with school lately!

“We should get out of here,” you finally whispered, slightly breathless. 

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, his face still inches from your own. He removed his hands from your waist, sitting up and dusting the snow from his hair. He grinned at you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes shining. God, you could get used to seeing him like this. He was watching you, his gaze dancing all over your face. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked. 

You bit your lip, fighting a grin of your own. “Yeah.” 

He was soft, you reflected as his lips met yours, and just as cold as you’d noticed on Jamie’s rooftop. But what you hadn’t been able to register was the taste of him, fresh and chilled and literally identical to when a snowflake lands perfectly and melts on your tongue. He tasted like winter. You could easily have stayed there on the floor of the crevasse forever, the fate of the world be damned, but eventually you had to tear yourself away. Jack nodded, standing up and reaching down a hand to help you. You took it, passing him the pieces of his staff as you stood.

“Recon you can fix this?” you asked, absently placing Baby Tooth back on your shoulder.

“Maybe, I dunno.” He took pieces, fitting the broken edges together and frowning at them. “Are you sure your neck’s alright?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You ignored the huskiness of your voice, gingerly rubbing at the bruised spot.

Jack sighed, his hands dropping to his sides, the pieces of his staff dangling dejectedly. “Look,” he said, “I heard what Pitch said to you.” 

“Jack--” you started, but he cut you off. 

“I know it’s bullshit, but the core’s always right, yeah?” When you nodded, he went on, “so you’re scared that nobody can love you, and that what I feel for you is just.. surface level?” 

You poked a toe into the snow at your feet, tracing an arc. It was all so much more real when Jack said it, when it wasn’t being whispered in your ear mid-fight. “Yes,” you breathed. “He was right, I never really gave you a reason to trust me, or love me. All I ever gave you were half truths and...” 

“And most of the best memories I have,” he cut you off, waving the box of teeth, “these included. I promise, (Y/N), I will never doubt you, and everything I feel for you is as real it gets.” 

You nodded. “I’ll never give you a reason to doubt me. And,” you added, “I heard what Pitch was saying to you too. I never wanted to just use you, and I wouldn’t have left you. I stayed with you because I loved being around you. I love being around you.” 

Jack smiled once more, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “That’s that, then.” 

“That’s that.” You turned you attention once more to his staff, raising your eyebrows. It briefly occurred to you that you’d just lived one of those moments in movies that made you roll your eyes and elicited a loud “awww” from Jack every time. You didn’t let yourself dwell on it. 

“Ok,” Jack said, concentrating hard on his staff. He grunted, then let go of the pieces, sighing in defeat.

On your shoulder, Baby Tooth squeaked encouragement.

“I am trying,” he muttered, pushing the pieces back together again, his face screwed up in concentration. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was a crackling sound and a spark of pale blue from the join, the light gradually winding its way around the break in the pieces until it faded practically to nothing, leaving a line of pale frost for a scar.

“Woah,” you breathed, staring at it.

Jack laughed, looking from you to the staff and back again. “We are so out of here!” He held out a hand to you, already readying himself to leap into the sky.

You grinned, jumping to the top of the crevasse as soon as your fingers met his. 

“A warning!” he groaned, doubling over. His usually pale face was even paler than normal, and his skin had a slight greenish tinge to it.

“Are you alright?” you asked as innocently as you could. 

“I think I left my stomach at the bottom,” he said. 

You smiled. “You’ll get used to it.” 

Jack shot you a look, rolling his eyes. “No I won’t. And we’re not doing that all the way to Tooth Palace, come here.” 

You sighed, stepping close enough for him to wrap his arms around you. You enjoyed the embrace for a moment, then he stepped up onto a draft of wind and you were away, sailing over the sea of white below. As you watched the changing land rush by, you thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get used to riding the wind beside Jack, even if it wasn’t as fast as jumping. Even so, the Tooth Palace reared up in next to no time, the craggy stone much duller than you remembered. You’d only seen it once before, but it had been practically glowing with life then. 

“Is it always so... dark?” Jack mused, setting you down gently. 

“No.” You let your arms drop from around his neck, advancing slowly on the shadowy doorway. 

Inside, everything was as dark and grey as outside, massive cages full of fairies hanging from the ceiling. As you approached, they all chitter and press themselves up against the walls, their tiny faces hopeful, but also scared.

“It’s alright,” you said, jumping up to beside Jack and holding onto the wire, “we’re gonna get you out.”

“Yeah,” Jack added, “it’ll be ok.” He swung open the door, leaning back to let them out. “Come on, let’s go!”

They all stood there, watching you, some squeaking or twittering.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, frowning at them.

“None of you can fly,” he breathed, then turned to look down below. You followed his gaze, staring in horror at the globe on the ground. The tiny lights were blinking out rapidly, almost like a tide of darkness sweeping over the world. That would by why the palace was so dark, why all the life had been drained from it. 

“They’re all going out,” Jack muttered, swooping down to the ground. You joined him, staring at the remaining twinkles.

“Only six left,” you whispered. Before your eyes, even those were disappearing, until there was only one tiny glow left on the map. It was in America, Pennsylvania you thought.

“Jamie,” Jack gasped. “Come on, let’s go.” Before you could say anything else, he grabbed you around the waist and jumped into the air, whooshing out of the Palace and towards Jamie’s house.

Chapter Sixteen

#jack frost #jack frost x reader #jack frost x yn #rise of the guardians #rise of the guardians fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #self insert fanfiction #Self Insert #reader insert #fem!reader #multi chapter #work in progress #angst #some angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with a hopeful ending #angst with fluff #teenage romance #hurt/comfort #friends to lovers #friends to more #amnesia #miscommunication

[weizhiyuan]

8 Shows To Get To Know Me

Thank u for tagging me @jyuubin!!

Invader zim

I was a big nick/cartoon network kid & invader zim is just such a classic. I would watch the shit out of it, I’ve bought the whole series, the whole deal. When I was little I based my identity off of gir and when I was rewatching not too long ago I realized I still have so many lines memorized… it’s so silly and stupid and smart and gross I love it

My babysitter’s a vampire

Since this is a get to know me tag we’re like going through time with these series. This is another one I have lines memorized from! If I were to say which character I am it would be Rory and that is Important to know. A bunch of my friends love it too and we’ve rewatched it together it’s so fun whenever we do <3 another classic if u ask me

Merlin

If u asked me in like 2015-2017ish what my fav show is I probably would’ve said Merlin. And it stayed up there as a fav show for a WHILE. I’ve never been able to rewatch it bc of like. The Pain the finale caused me but I was obsessed with it when I did watch it. I had some huge multiship mindset going when I watched it and was shipping basically everyone together which I don’t think I’ve done for any other show… I watched tf out of the bts for it too. Like I was kinda in deep…

Skam/druck/skam austin

Is it cheating if I put a show and my two fav remakes LMAO… I’m a big skam girlie. We should all know this. I made this acc when druck was airing as a skam + remakes blog. I had a skam austin username for the longest time (rip gracefulnosplinters). The og is such a classic and gave me some of my fav pan rep (so did druck)! I was so so so obsessed and in my heart I still am. I’ll defend skam austin to the ends of the earth. I met some of the druck cast members (heyyy Lukas). I lived and breathed those clip drops in real time like they were AIR. I completed the Norwegian duolingo course and my streak is still going. But really which skam viewer has ever been not entirely invested in the series. I’ll stop now cuz I could talk Forever about it all…

The untamed

Oh god. If you knew me when I first watched cql I’m genuinely so sorry… I would NOT shut up. It was every other word out of my mouth. I related every goddamn thing I saw to the show. It consumed me for MONTHS. As in I literally couldn’t watch anything else until a few months later after binging all sorts of bts, adaptations, and reading parts of the novel (funny thing is I still haven’t seen all adaptations/everything lmao). I always say it’s a good thing I couldn’t legally drive people when I was in this phase cuz I ONLY listened to/played the fucking character osts in the car for months like I knowww my mom was sick of it (she’s the only one who had to deal with me in the car lmfao). It was also the first time I ever actually made a sideblog for anything. I found the show at a very fitting time in my life too. Probably one of the hardest times ever but some of the themes in the series stuck with me in ways that felt so personal. A lot of love here

Kinnporsche

Another one I was super invested in at the time. Would not shut tf up about vegaspete. Very annoying about. Rewatched tf out of it. You know the drill. The few months I spent watching it was so eventful

HIStory2: crossing the line

Okay I think I’m really just in a HIStory mood lately but this fucking show. THESE TWO. YU HAO AND ZI XUAN. WHAT THE FUCK. The best way I can explain this is in a way no one else can understand: it appeals to a younger part of me in a very specific way. Like it’s scary. The chemistry is insane like going back to it after about a year still made me feel the exact same crazy way. One of the greatest losses caused by covid was the sequel that got cancelled 💔

Bad buddy

We all saw this coming. Gotta end with a bang. My favorite ql of all time. Insane to experience live and such a perfectly crafted show (thx p’aof). Layers upon layers of depth to write about (which like tbh every bad buddy fan basically has, me included). Just so much to love. Speaking of love: milklove origins too!!! We get it all from one silly little series. I remember exactly where I was so vividly when I experienced so many iconic scenes. It’s legendary!

I’m gonna tag @dumpsterslugz (I can tag you in things like this now >:D) @pondphuwin @heart-ming @markpakin & anyone else who wants 2 do this !!

#sorry this took a bit to do I was at school fjhsjf #tysm for tagging me again!!! #also one show almost made the cut and I went back and forth deleting and adding it but eventually just… No #tag game #b.txt

[tapperhet-em]

4

It's "go time" and it gets ugly...

It took all Einar’s strength to let Meeri go after their conversation, but finally they walked out into the living room to their three friends wearing matching expectant expressions.  However, some things they were going to keep to themselves for a minute.  “Okay, let’s do this, Lorcan, before I chicken out.” Meeri nodded and turned to softly kiss Einar one more time, her eyes saying so much that she wanted to, and from the expression reflected back at her, he understood every unspoken word.

“Put your hands behind your back, Meeri.  You’ll be able to slip your hands out of these, so keep your thumbs and fingers spread or it will be obvious what I’ve done.  I have to put cuffs on to make this look real, babe.”  Lorcan had her move near him and put the cuffs on just tight enough they didn’t hit the floor.  He had her show him that she could slip them off to make sure that once she was in the Jeep that she could.  Here went nothing…

Meeri played the good prisoner as Lorcan took her to his waiting jeep.  Because she had the cuffs on, Melba was confused and kept jumping at her and barking.  That kept anyone from getting too close.  It seemed that they were convinced the dog was mad, not that she wanted to know why her friend wasn’t petting and had her hands bound.

By the time that they made it to the jeep, Meeri was crying real tears.  There had been some nasty comments to her from soldiers in the garrison, and Lorcan had joined in more than once.  She knew that he was playing a part, but to hear some of the horrid things coming out of his mouth hurt more than she wanted to admit. More than once her knees had given way under the weight of it all and he’d had to yank her up from almost falling.  To others it would have looked rough, and his yelling right behind her head had made her flinch, but he was as gentle as he possibly could be.  Lorcan honestly wasn’t sure if she was collapsing for real or if she was playing along.

“Get in the Jeep, bitch!” Lorcan pulled Meeri back against him fast, but as gently as he could.  Damn there were too many fucking people around watching.  He used the car door and the turn of his body to make it look like she was struggling as he dropped his head to say very low next to her ear.  “God, I’m so sorry for all of this sweetheart.  If you hate me forever I’ll understand.  I’m going to get us out of here before anyone calls my Lt.  Put your foot up on the running board and duck your head and I’ll push and it’ll look more like you were thrown in the back.  Melba’s losing her shit, so people are staying back.”  He gently kissed the side of her head and prayed Einar and their other friends didn’t shoot him later when they heard about this.

Meeri had known what Lorcan had been doing, but hearing it come from him made a world of difference.  Looking like she was fighting with him, she did exactly what he asked.  She had done training in parkour with the guys since they were kids, which aided quite a bit in getting her in, Melba on top of her, without getting injured.  Her dad always hated her being a tomboy, but at the moment, it might have just saved her ass.

Less than a minute the front door of the Jeep slammed and the engine roared to life.  She heard Lorcan hit the clutch and shift, then they were off.  “Don’t skip a gear.”  Meeri said.  Lorcan tended to do that when he was in a hurry and it jerked the Jeep a bit much for her.  The way she was laying, she or Melba would get hurt.

“No worries, Princess.  I’ve got it now.  I just had to get away from those damn people.  Are you okay?”  He looked in the rearview mirror as he threw his lights on to clear the road in front of him.  She was still laying down in the seat, and he was worried he’d pulled or pushed too hard.  The fact Melba was sitting on top of her might not have helped.

“I’m fine.  Melba might need a diet, though.”  Both of them laughed at Meeri’s response.  Once Melba had moved to the floor, Meeri sat up but hunched behind Lorcan.  The windshield was the only window not tinted almost completely black.  She knew that the only way someone would see her was to not be hid by the dog or seat. 

“Meeri, I’ll say it again.  I hated having to do that, please don’t hate me.  There were so many people watching, I was afraid if I didn’t make it look real that we’d end up with more soldiers and then I’d lose hold of you.”  There was no missing that he was upset about what had happened.  She caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t hiding how worried and upset he was.

“Lo, I knew it was going to be ugly before we left Einar’s room.  I’m fine.  You were loud and harsh, but you made gentle handling look rough from the reactions of the people around us.  I’m still not sure how we made it to the Jeep without one of us actually pulling on the other.”  Her forehead came to rest on the back of his seat as she started to relax.

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[uh-velkommen]

So I got a phone call from my university police saying that my father was trying to reach me and that there was an emergency regarding my mom. Knowing her she’s probably in the hospital with a damaged liver or probably got jumped from instigating fights. I don’t particularly not care but I don’t want to hear about it. Every single time my family enters my life, they bring trauma and chaos. First of all, the two times my dad tried to reach out it’s been to tell me some dumb shit like “you got jury duty.” If you’re gonna go through all the effort to contact me, how about a “hope you’re safe, miss you.” I don’t get any of that, I get angry phone calls and bad news and then blamed for not responding in the way they wanted. I told the man on the phone that I don’t wanna hear whatever urgent news they had to tell me and he sounded confused like, how could I NOT want to drop everything and hear some tragic bit of information about a woman I haven’t spoken to in years?? Why can’t my family understand that I want nothing to do with them. It’s not some, “I’m gonna live my life, keep me posted” situation. I didn’t flee the state, get a new phone, rent an apartment and get a real job to “stay posted.” I can’t know ANYTHING, because if I even think I caught a glimpse of one of them, I end up having an intense panic attack. Once I hung up the phone, at work, I started dissociating and though I wanted to go home, I chose to stay. But now my weekend is ruined because I keep thinking about seeing my brother and that look on his face at 11th street station, the line that stops in front of a hospital. And the fact that my aunt tried to call me on Instagram yesterday. And now this. And all I want to do is throw up.

If there was something wrong with her, why would I want to visit?? She’s the one that refuses to speak to me. She’s the one who drove me away. She’s the problem and if I show up, I’m gonna hear a mouthful from my grandmom, “oh now you’re part of the family? Now you show up?” But if I don’t show up, I’ll still hear about it, “She’s so disrespectful, didn’t even visit your mother in the hospital.” Tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do?!? That’s just the problem with these people, everything I do is wrong. All the time. 

The utter silence from them has been heaven. For once, I could just focus on my own happiness. Yet they always manage to drop a shit-fill paper bag at my doorstep and run. Then I have to clean it up alone. I really can never escape them. Everything I’ve done to get away keeps failing. I’m forever trapped here and that’s just the problem. I can’t breathe ‘cause of these people.

#me #trauma dump

[twentytanya]

Sunday, November 5 -- Family Ties One-Shot: Write a one-shot revolving around your character’s family, include 3 family members minimum. (This can include whatever your character’s definition of family is.)

You're On Your Own, Kid | Sonam

Date: 27 October 2023 Featuring: Sonam, Mrs. Tiwari, Mr. Tiwari Warnings: References to death, grief, and mental health struggles.

Sonam left the Friday before Halloween, after a week at the Inn. She’d thought about extending her stay, because she did really want to— every moment with Tanya felt like sand slipping through her fingers— but the staff around the Inn had mentioned that the holiday weekend was a busy one. She knew to take a hint, whether or not one was being dropped on purpose.

Anyway, it was time to get back to her own life. She had classes to teach, after all, students to mentor and a department chair to report to. Her editor was in touch again, asking about that manuscript Sonam had promised ages ago. 

And, of course, there was Sunday roast with her parents.

Sonam didn’t go every week. But her parents “wanted to hear about her work trip” and they would need help with cleaning for Diwali and Sonam didn’t have an excuse not to, and yes, she had told them that she was attending a lecture at a university in the west country. She’d lied to them. Everyone remembered Sonam’s absolute conviction last year that Tanya still roamed the country as a ghost, but they remembered it as a likely recurrence of her well-documented mental health issues and nothing more.

Now that Sonam had proof Tanya was, indeed, still a ghost, though… she wasn’t sure she actually should tell anyone. It was all too real. And she’d seen the way her sister had disappeared after being sought out without warning, and she’d asked Sonam not to tell their parents, and for once… Sonam thought that maybe her little sister was right. At least for now.

After all, if she did decide to move on… well, their parents were under the impression that her soul was at peace. Was it really worth it to introduce them to that kind of grief?

Sonam had reasoned through all of this on the drive back to Leeds, but as soon as she stepped into her parents’ house, she felt like a teenager with a secret all over again. “Sonam!” Her mother descended on her, throwing her arms around her. Her father trailed behind, smiling. Guilt burbled in Sonam’s stomach. Once, keeping secrets from them felt as easy as breathing. But something changed. She wasn’t nineteen anymore, keeping her little sister’s exploits from their overreacting parents. Even if Tanya was still a kid— and would be, forever.

“Sonam, what’s wrong?” Of course, Sonam should have known that her mother could tell the tiniest difference in her expression, was well-practiced at interpreting her many moods. 

Sonam put on a smile. “Just a little tired,” she said, clocking her father’s concerned expression as she gave him a hug too. “Let me just freshen up and then I’ll be ready to help with the cleaning, alright? It was a long drive.”

Her parents exchanged a look. “Yes, good idea. We’re almost done for the day, really, though. You should just rest.”

“It’s really no trouble, I-”

“Sonam. Rest,” her father said kindly, but firmly.

Lying on the floor of her room (which felt somehow both kinder and unkinder on her forty-five-year-old bones than it had when she was a teenager) Sonam could hear the hushed tones of her parents debating her state of mind downstairs. It was strange how things stayed the same. Tanya had died twenty-five years ago. Life moved on. The world changed. And yet her fate wasn’t spoken of. And yet Sonam was still fragile and breakable. And yet the carpet still smelled like that deep-cleaner that came out every year for Diwali. 

Why was she still lying here? What did she expect to hear that she didn’t already know? Because another thing hadn’t changed. Twenty-five years had passed, and Sonam still missed her sister. Even though she'd seen her again. Twenty-five years had passed, and Sonam still felt alone.

#i gotta stop making these so dang sad #sorry :/ #this felt important tho #feat sonam #swynwrimoemma #swynwrimo2023 #self para

[4sacrowd]

“I hate being pregnant, but I can’t wait to meet my baby”

Yeah this is more normal than you think it is. A lot of people even feel the opposite way where they enjoy being pregnant but are terrified of having a new baby, especially as a first time mom. Our friends and family can help and prepare us for a lot of different things, but the one thing they can’t prepare us for is postpartum depression. It sometimes has a slow and creepy pace, we can feel it coming through slightly throughout the pregnancy, you may feel high highs and low lows. Some days you may wake up and feel like you don’t want to get out of bed, go outside, or do anything for that matter. Other times it may hit you like a ton of bricks, you feel amazing right after you give birth and then when you get home, that first night, you can’t sleep. You find yourself restless, tossing and turning, and what once was insomnia turns into sadness. You find yourself crying throughout the day without any real reason why, you may even find yourself disconnected from your new baby. I’m here to tell you that all of this is perfectly NORMAL.

My first pregnancy was the absolute worst. I was sick all the time, I was swollen in way more places than just my feet, and when I finally had her, I was depressed beyond anything I had every experienced. I had a constant fear of dropping her, hurting her, losing her, or even leaving her somewhere by accident. I wasn’t sleeping, I stayed awake most nights making sure she was okay, other nights I’d sleep 40 minutes to an hour max. I loved her with all my heart, but I hated what being a mother was doing to me mentally. The one thing I will forever be grateful was that I had an amazing OB. Dr. Mark Molnar.. I’ll always remember his name. He took care of me throughout my pregnancy, did an amazing c-section (all 3 of them actually AND i barely have a scar !), and even more importantly took care of me afterwards. He noticed how I looked at my 6 week checkup and pushed to get me to talk to him. He was able to refer me to a good friend of his who was a psychologist who specialized in maternity health and my life changed from that moment on. The help she gave me helped me become the best mother I could be to my baby girl, and I took all of that with me throughout the time of having my son and my twin girls.

Do not ever let anyone tell you or make you feel guilty about not embracing motherhood any certain way, or feeling disassociated or depressed. Your body is going through and will be going through SOOO many changes both physically and mentally. The chemical imbalance that goes on when a woman is pregnant is insane and no one, not even us, can comprehend it at all. Don’t go through anything alone. Lean on your partner at all times, and when he cannot understand what you’re going through, find likeminded mamas who can. Speak up, get help, and rest your head on the shoulders of those who love and care for you most, even if it may be a complete stranger on a mommy blog.

Mama Loves You,

Mama Zo 

#mama #mommy blog #parent blog #parenting #dadlife #mom life #black moms #latina mom

[indigomusicdotcom]

Rock Phrases: 28 Excerpts from Greatest Hits

Every good rocker is passionate about a guitar solo, but that doesn't mean the rock lyrics are lacking. The style that has the oldest bands in the world still in activity is full of great hits and collects super interesting lyrics.

To enjoy the best of good old rock and roll, we've listed 28 phrases from the style's greatest hits

Because, maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you're my Wonderwall — Oasis, Wonderwall

Wise men say only fools rush in — Elvis Presley, Can't Help Falling In Love

What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here — Radiohead, Creep

For love, we’ll give it a shot — Bon Jovi, Livin’ On a Prayer

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin around my head. I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning. How quickly the sun can drop away? —Pearl Jam, Black

She's got a smile that seems to remind me of childhood memories — Guns N' Roses, Sweet Child O' Mine

I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter — Linkin Park, In The End

I live inside my world of make-believe — Sub Urban, Cradles

So you think you can love me and leave me to die? — Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody

Just be sincere and wish deeply, that you will be able to shake the world — Raul Seixas, Try Again

My destiny belongs to no one and I don't leave my steps on the ground — Initial Capital, First Mistakes

Everyone knows the joy and pain he brings in his heart — Titans, Epitaph

But if you think I'm defeated, know that the dice are still rolling, because time, time doesn't stop — Cazuza, Time Doesn't Stop

My son, hold on, who told you to like this woman of phases? — Raimundos, Woman of Phases

Hey, fear, I don't listen to you anymore, you don't take me anywhere — Jota Quest, The Sun

One day they told me who owned the situation, they accidentally gave me the keys that open this prison — Engineers from Hawaii, We Are Who We Can Be

I'm tired of being what you want me to be — Linkin Park, Numb

So you think you can tell Heaven from hell? —Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom: let it be — The Beatles, Let It Be

I want to break free from your lies, you're so self-satisfied, I don't need you — Queen, I Want To Break Free

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you — Hozier, Take Me To Church

Life is ours, we live it our way — Metallica, Nothing Else Matters

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low — Passenger, Let Her Go

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days — Twenty-One Pilots, Stressed Out

I could stay lost in this moment forever, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure — Aerosmith, I Don't Want To Miss a thing

Check out other Imagine Dragons quotes

26. Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things we could be — One Republic, Counting Stars

27. More than words is all you have to do to make it real, then you wouldn't have to say that you love me, 'cause I'd already know — Extreme, More Than Words

28. If you love somebody, better tell them while they're here, 'cause they just may run away from you — Imagine Dragons, On Top Of The World

#guitar solo #rock lyrics #rocker #lyrics #music #american rock band #rock music #rock band #phrases #greatest hits

[dokidokey]

Heyyy I'm back! I'm sorry I wasn't able to daily check ;-; but HAPPY NEW YEARRRR YAAYYYYY NEW YEAR :)))) :> :D Also hehe you're adorable too and I love u :))). Have more of my love and hearts and these uhm... I'm completely unsure what they're called but uhm.... Poppers[??? ;w;] 💖💖💖🎉💖🎉💖🎉💖🎊💖🎊💖🎊💖🎉💖🎉💖🎊💖🎊💖🎊💖💕🎊💕🎊💕💖💖🎉💕🎊💕🎊💖🎊💖🎊💕🎊💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💞💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️ And some sparkles! ✨✨✨✨✨ :))) 🎉🎊 idk these but I'll call them poppers or pop or thingy idk ;

AAAAAH hi baby i missed you soooo much! happy new year to you too! i hope this year will be good to you and kind and lovely and i hope you’ll be much more happier this year than you were before! and it’s okay if you weren’t able to check in daily, as long as you’re taking care of yourself, that’s more than enough!

i’m doing good and fine and lovely. you don’t need to worry about me because (cough let me just flex for a second) when you cut off toxic people from your life, you do so, so, soooo much better <3

i love you too! YOU’RE SO CUTE I AM GOING TO CRY YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME SMILE <3 I’M SO GLAD YOU WERE A PART OF MY 2020 AND WILL BE A PART OF MY 2021

#EVERY ONE COULD DROP ME BUT YOU AND I’LL STAY HERE FOREVER FOR REAL #i love u sm omg :’( #and poppers omg 😭 #idk what they’re called too so let’s just say poppers :D #OOOOOH #YOU WERE KINDA RIGHT #APPARENTLY THIS 🎉 IS THE POPPER #AND THIS 🎊 IS A CONFETTI BALL OMG THAT IS SO CUTE #i love u #💖 anon

[phantomwarrior12]

Roles Reversed

This was going to be a start to a series but I never really got past this scene, so uh...might go back and start it in the future. But for now? Have the scraps. xD

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They're...dying.

Cayde-6 kneels beside their collapsed form, Sundance hovering just over his shoulder.

There's nothing I can do.

Sharp blue eyes dart along the litany of bullet wounds. Their chest heaving with every breath they struggle to take. No, no, this is wrong. His eyes dart to the door Uldren Sov had escaped through before the Young Wolf's hand rests on his, drawing his attention back to them.

They don't speak, the only sound in the room is that of their strained breaths but he can read the fear in their eyes. The very real and tangible terror at facing their final death. They've slain gods, how can one Awoken Prince do this to them? Cayde's mind is a mess of scenarios and uncertainties but most of all, it reels on the reality before him.

The Young Wolf is dying.

"Come on, Guardian. Say something," there's a pained twinge on the edge of his voice, a whisper of something horrified and anguished. "Maybe a joke?"

He's trying to smile. To give them something pleasant before it's too late but they don't seem to be capable of finding any words. They're trembling.

"I'm here, kid." He manages at last, holding their hand tightly. Tears slip down their cheek, their fingers flex and then go lax. 

Cayde watches in horror as their eyes sag shut and their head lulls to the side.

He stays there for a minute. Two. An agonizing three minutes before Petra's footsteps sound somewhere off to his left. He leans forward, gently touching their head as he closes his eyes.

"Cayde--" Petra stops short.

"We need to get ahold of the Vanguard." Cayde says softly, gently laying the Young Wolf’s hand on their chest. "Get some fireteams to finish up here."

His voice is stiff, void of any emotion. He opens his eyes and gazes at the Guardian. They look like they've found that peace they've been searching for. He just wishes they could of found it some other way.

"See you around, partner." He murmurs, carefully maneuvering them into a position he can pick them up from.

He straightens up, turning to Petra, "I'll head back to the Last City, fill 'em in. Then you and I are calling in some favors."

"I know someone."

"Good. Send me coordinates when you get an answer." His gaze drops to the Guardian in his arms, "Uldren Sov is going to pay for this. I'll kill him myself."

He sounds calmer than he feels. 

That's a first.

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#cayde 6 #cayde-6 #the young wolf #petra venj #uldren sov #destiny 2 #destiny #destiny forsaken #destiny au #destiny drabble #scrapped fic #phantom writes