#I get that now. I couldn't ask his 16 year old self for that. I was asking for too much. But I still need so much more than he can give me.

[songmingisthighs]

Pitiful, You're Pitiful

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ch. i

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature, smut

word count : 2.9 k

warning : adultery, cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of loss, negative depiction of wooyoung

a/n : happy new year !!

From your own experience, life is hard. Especially marriages.

Growing up, your mother and grandmother told you to beware of men, of their lips especially be it their kisses or their words. You never quite understood why until you found out what kind of a man your grandfather actually was. Sure, he died surrounded by the people who loves him but as it turns out, those were the people who had decided to forgive him for cheating on his wife.

After learning that, you began finding faults in your family, anything that could make sense as to why your grandpa cheated in the first place. Was it his kids? Was it really his wife? Was it just the fact that he had no self-control? Maybe it was a little bit of everything accumulating until it became too much. So you decide that when you find the man you want to marry and finally settle down, you'll do whatever you can to keep your husband happy and safe. Of course, when you met your husband Wooyoung, you told him about your fear of marriage, and what it can do to people and their relationship. Coming from a good family, Wooyoung couldn't quite understand your worries but nevertheless, he assured you that you didn't have to do anything to make him happy, you just had to be yourself.

You both married young, as soon as you graduated university. You were 21 and in love and didn't want to waste anymore time apart. He was starting his career as a professional dancer and you wanted a chance to travel with him as you worked remotely at a PR firm. But of course, when you got pregnant you stopped travelling with him as stability is better for babies and it sucked for you because Wooyoung's career had just taken off with him getting booked for gigs all over the country and even landing himself a year contract to tour with an idol. Your last semblance of personal life died the moment you gave birth to your first child as you weren't able to juggle the stress of being a PR and a young mother with your husband absent for most of the time. Even with your and his mom's help, things were still hard and maybe it was because he wasn't there and your anxiety got the best of you. But each time he came home, so excited and so in love with you and your child, your anxiety dissipates and it was then that you realized that your marriage wasn't like the failed ones you had heard. Wooyoung was away most of the time but he was still head over heels for you. So that reassured you, that was how you know you had found the perfect, committed husband.

Now, however, 16 years later, things seemed to change.

"Mom?"

You jolted slightly and turned from looking out the window to see your 14-year-old daughter standing in the middle of the staircase. "Dayoung," you called out, clearing your throat as you put the glass of wine on the coffee table next to you, "What are you doing up, sweetie?" You asked as you offered her a smile. Even through the darkness of the living room, you could see her eyes flit from your face to the wine glass and back up to your face again, "What are YOU doing up?" She asked, crossing her arms. You weren't surprised at her curt words, she had always been rather... snippy with you ever since she became a teenager.

It was no surprise that when you gave birth to her, Wooyoung doted on her a lot. After all, she was your first born and she just looked so much like Wooyoung which was his proudest accomplishment. Until your second child was born, that is, which was double his proudest accomplishment. Different from her little brother who is just 5 years old, Dayoung grew up without Wooyoung around much. But whenever he was in town, the two were inseparable, they're each other's partners in crime and Dayoung loved the fact that she always had fun with her dad. You, however, were the disciplinarian, a role you were forced to take because a child can't have two fun parents and what were you supposed to do when Dayoung refused to take a bath after deciding to play in the mud outside? What were you supposed to do when she refused to eat her vegetables? To her, you were the bad guy, the villain, the party pooper, the wet blanket. And you made peace with that, you made peace with your own child vilifying you so bad that she told her 5-year-old brother to be careful with you because you're not going to let him have fun. You let her believe whatever she wants because she grew up to be a very smart girl who is independent, assertive, opinionated, and brave. Sure, she used her qualities against you, but you liked to think that it just meant that she was comfortable enough with you to be like that.

"I'm..." your words trailed slightly when you saw a car nearing your house only for it to drive past, making you let out a sigh of disappointment, "Waiting for your dad," you turned back to her and shrugged, "Now you." Dayoung rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. It pained you that she was being rather disrespectful, but you weren't about to make an issue of that at 2 am. She even made a show of making eye contact with you as she swallowed the cold water before obnoxiously tossing her used glass to the sink. "Woohyun wanted to pee but you weren't there for him which is not a surprise," she smiled sarcastically before stomping her way back up to her room.

You absolutely love the kid but sometimes you do wonder why she seems to love to torture you with her attitude. To distract yourself, you downed the last bit of wine in your glass before approaching the sink to wash the glasses you and Dayoung used. It had become a habit, cleaning, a way to take control over things you can't really control no matter how much you want things to be in order. You hate being so helpless, wanting to have a good life but not knowing how to achieve it without being perceived as naive, juvenile, or even selfish.

The task had taken over your mind so much that you didn't notice the sound of the front door opening and closing. When you looked up, your heart skipped a beat from what you saw. There he stood, your husband with a bright smile on his face, looking so lovable with his hoodie and sweatpants, making his boyish charm shine even more even through the darkness of the room.

"Hey there, wifey, what are you doing so late? Did you miss me?" he chuckled, making a show of posing at the entrance of the kitchen, making you giggle and shake your head. "Yeah, sure, I miss your stinky self so bad that I stay up hours after putting Dayoung down to sleep," you teased, drying your hands on the towel tied on one of the drawers' handles. Wooyoung faked a gasp and lunged at you, making you squeal and take off to the other side in hopes that you could avoid his grasp. Despite it being so late in the night, you both still ran around the kitchen happily trying to shush one another half-heartedly. Even when Wooyoung managed to grab you and pulled you down on the couch, you couldn't stop giggling out of sheer happiness. You just loved him so much and being in his arms was the best thing you've ever felt.

"..ey? Hey, (y/n)!"

You jolted slightly and blinked twice, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. In front of you, your husband stood by the kitchen doorway like you saw moments before. But he wasn't wearing his hoodie and sweatpants nor did his youthful smile there. He was aged up and wearing attire fit for a young businessman. You remembered that you had put the outfit out for him earlier in the morning; a black knitted sweater with a navy blazer and matching pants. He had asked for you to pick the outfit for him because he was supposed to meet up with investors who want to open another branch of his dance academy in another city.

"Why are you spacing out like that?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Though he was asking about you, his voice lacked genuine concern or sympathy. It was almost as if he was only asking as a formality. You push those thoughts to the side however and smiled up at him, "It's nothing, honey, I-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Wooyoung's gaze averted back to his phone as he let out a sound that was supposed to simply acknowledge your answer so that he could simply walk away. He had done it multiple times before and lately more frequently, but the sight of his back on you never got easier to see. It hurts because it felt like he was trying to push you away, not letting you get too close to either share yourself with him or even ask him to share himself with you. You wondered what happened to the both of you. It had been a while since he was like this and you have no idea how to fix it.

But still, you weren't the type to just give up. There is no way in hell would you just throw your hands up carelessly and leave things in the hands of fate. Screw that.

Knowing Wooyoung, he would spend his first moments back sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his dirty outfit, answering people he couldn't answer before because he was driving. You took this as a chance for you to get close to your husband, and spend all the time you can spend together because, during the day, he would be busy with work, running an academy with his partners and shouldering the responsibilities of being the sole breadwinner and father which he absolutely loves. On the other hand, you were busy being a stay-at-home mom. Taking the kids to school, making sure they have their lunches, running errands, paying bills, being active in the PTA as how the private school expect mothers to do, making sure Dayoung go to her hakwon by using public transportation while you take Woohyun to his after school activities on the other side, and sometimes you even help Wooyoung's mom around. You barely had time for yourself or your husband and you truly felt bad for it.

You closed the door to your shared bedroom, not surprised that your husband barely reacted but you let it go, you didn't want to focus on that. "So..." You started, going to your side of the bed to turn the lamp off before sitting down, "I saw my friend Eunyoung today, it was the first time since she had her second child. We went to the salon because her mother finally convinced her to leave the child with her and it actually took Eunyoung an hour to finally leave her house." Wooyoung let out a hum of acknowledgement while his eyes were still glued onto his screen, and a smirk played on his face. For some reason, that smirk made you feel uneasy but you swallowed the feeling down, you were on a mission and you were not about to back down just because your gut decided that something was wrong. "I-it got me thinking," whilst unsuspecting, you crawled on the bed towards your husband before you rest your head on his back as your arms wrapped around his waist, making him freeze in surprise, "I... Want to try for a third again," you confessed. Whatever you expect his reaction to be, a scoff and a shove to your arms were not on the list. "Are you crazy?" He stood up before turning to look at you, "You've had your hands full with Dayoung and Woohyun, why would you want more? I thought we agreed after the last time that two were enough?" He was talking to you as if you were careless or crazy and it made your gut twist. The form of your shoulders visibly dropped in disappointment as you look up at him, "That was almost a year ago, honey, I'm fine now," you ensured.

It had been almost a year since you lost your third child. You never even got to know the gender of the baby. You never even got to know how you lost the baby because not even the doctors know. The both of you went into the doctor's office one day, happy and hopeful and when you came out, you were followed by the echoing voice that there was no heartbeat and that it could happen for no reason. You were such a wreck after that, you shut yourself from everyone and Wooyoung had to jump in and take care of you and your kids whilst also dealing with his grief. After all, it was his idea that you reluctantly agreed to. But when you finally overcame your depression over the loss, you had hoped to see that your husband would be glad for you but instead, he drifted further until you got to this point.

Wooyoung was still simply staring at you in disbelief and you think he realized that something was wrong with you, you had something going on in your mind. No matter the situation, one thing that never changed from Wooyoung was how easily he can read you. "I know... You wanted to have another child, Wooyoung, I do and I think you still have not let go of the one we lost and that's why you've been pulling away from me this past year and I'm so done with that, really," You felt your cheeks burn to your eyes and tears well up to the point of almost spilling, but you willed yourself not to. Hearing this, Wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded in front of his chest, "But I have, (y/n), I... Accepted that we lost that one a long time ago and there is no way we can bring that one back." "So then I don't know what's wrong with us! After almost 20 years being together, 16 of which we spent in a marriage, I don't think something can just snap and everything turns to shit. For fuck's sake, Wooyoung we haven't had sex since then! We used to not be able to have our hands off each other and now it's like we don't have passion for each other anymore. So you make the choice here, Wooyoung, either we try for a third and hope that this baby will bring us the joy we seem to have lost in the past year or you and I go through marriage counselling."

The words barely left your lips when Wooyoung shoved you hard enough that you fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly as your back collided with the soft mattress yet you somehow felt hurt. He quickly climbed on top of you and kissed you whilst taking his blazer off of him. "You want a baby? You're gonna get one," he muttered against your lips. After almost a year of not being intimate with each other, you expected the kiss to be passionate and homecoming, not cold and distant. There was no passion in his kiss, it was just... There. The action seemed more like an attempt to shut you up rather than a proclamation of his love. The hands that used to caress every inch of your skin now yanking and tearing at your clothes with no care, he didn't even bother to completely undress you and you could assume that his movements were simply muscle memory. What you did at that moment was not making love, that was simply having sex. Fucking.

Wooyoung was usually very attuned to your body and its needs, each tick and squirm was interpreted correctly in his head and he was able to calculate what to do next to ensure both of your pleasure. Each session of intimacy was always categorized as lovemaking because that was what it was, an expression of unadulterated, raw intimate love. But this? He didn't even realize that he was basically fucking a corpse. At least, that's what you felt like. Lips on your skin, your husband's warmth encasing you, touch lingering, yet you felt nothing short of coldness. Touches that used to be feather-like and careful seem more like restraint now, harsh and emotionless.

Even after you two were done- well, after he was done, you couldn't move. Your husband left you lying on your bed all alone, the remnants of his release staining your thighs and dried once the excess leaked out of you, body sprawled and unmoving while your gaze fixated on the only source of light, the crack from under the bathroom door where Wooyoung was cleaning himself.

Slowly, your eyes closed from exhaustion, both mental and physical. Despite that, your brain wouldn't let you rest, it forced you to fixate on one thing and one thing only:

Your husband, the man whose affection and love is so exceedingly plenty that it just burst out of his body has no more left of them for you which can only confirm one thing.

He was seeing someone else.

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[gren-arlio]

So, I appear with Madou findings I forgot to give. And Yokai Watch updates.

I was supposed to show this in my last post but forgot to make a section for it, so I'm deciding to do it here, alongside other stuff.

Check it, a popularity poll around the time Saturn released. (The Schezo and Witch artwork.)

It's quite literally a popularity poll. There's the usual, Arle and Schezo being top 2, Witch and Draco in top 5, Satan being 6th, that nonsense. However, as we go down the list gets more interesting. Notably, Kikimora ranked 10 over Lagnus, who ranked 11th.

A few more notable placement is Momomo outplacing Suke (15th to 19th), Skeleton-T being 14th, and 20th being Honey Bee.

Waku Puyo Stuff:

So, a pal (@kirstenonic05 ) and I decided to go through some old Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon manuals we found online, and honestly? Yielded interesting results.

Waku Puyo Translations takes a super long time. Believe me, I'm working on them.

But with that, here's some of what we found.

Photo of Serilly inside one of these manuals. If you notice, there's some text next to her, so I decided to quickly run through these. The result is:

Serilly: A Rather Timid Mermaid

17 years old

210 CM (so about 6'10 in Ft.)

B: 93 W: 58 H: N/A (all in CM)

Undefined Weight, but likes round things.

A slightly naive girl with a complex due to being legless. She's paranoid that people are out to get her, but is actually lonely and wants friends.

Then after this, we have Harpy.

This stuff is partly in Korean, mostly because the best quality image I could find of this (The ones we had weren't the best,) came from Puyo Chatterbox, so the Japanese text could be easier to read.

Harpy: A Self-Proclaimed "Diva"

14 years old

147 CM (About 4'8 Ft)

B: 75 W: 58 H: 79 All CM

38 KG (About 83 pounds), and likes singing.

A young girl with wings who loves to sing more than anything else. But the heavens never bestow things to one person, and she's frankly bad at it. She's so bad at it, you can complain at the top of your lungs and she won't hear you. No offense given.

And then we got Incubus.

It reads as follows:

Incubus: The Invincible Narcissist

Unknown Age

181 CM (About 5'9)

71 KG (156 pounds)

B, H, and H: I don't want to tell you. (AKA. Undefined.)

Likes cute girls and himself.

A narcissistic Demon who loves any cute girls, no questions asked. Despite being confident in his looks, rumor has it that he wears makeup. According to Arle, he's a pervert like Satan and Schezo. There's really no serious men in this world.

And now, Draco.

So what does her bio say? Well:

Draco: The Energetic Dragon Girl (You could add Kung Fu if wanted...?)

16 years old

162 CM (5'3-ish. Are YOU taller than Draco?)

B and W: 78, with her H being undefined.

She chose to not tell her weight, and likes beauty contests.

A high-spirited half dragon, half human girl in a Chinese dress. She's a fighter of many techniques, has a variety of special moves, and can even breathe fire. Rumor has it, she's gets stronger depending on her popularity. (Or yours.)

And finally, Witch.

Ah, here we go.

Witch: The Tomboy Who Runs Her Own Path (directly doing translations gave me the tomboy of the Witch clan, which is...correct too? Your choice.)

15 years old

158 CM (5'1. Wow. She's short.)

B and H: 81 W: 58

45 KG (99 pounds)

Likes clean clothing and brooms.

A magical girl whose tone is influenced by The Drifters (a Japanese comedy band), with phrases such as "Oops!" and "That won't work!" She has a rivalry with Arle, but for some reason, she has a soft spot for Schezo. (You can also say she's very friendly to him.) She tends to be nosy.

Quick Yokai Stuff:

A while back, I posted the 3D models of the Yokai Watch collab finally being unearthed, so I decided to just quickly find some neat looking stuff.

This thing.

First thing I wanna say about it: Arle is legit part of the metagame. She's unironically amazing.

Second, just some promotional artwork I found of the game. I couldn't find more stuff for Witch for some... unexplainable reason.

(Thank goodness for my friend finding the last image. And also the watermark being noticeable enough.)

And honestly? That'll be all for now. Thanks for reading.

Adios.

#madou saturn #madou monogatari #puyo #puyo puyo #witch puyo puyo #draco puyo puyo #arle puyo puyo #arle nadja #schezo puyo puyo #schezo wegey #satan puyo puyo #puyoposting #japanese translation #yokai watch #Typing all of these individually instead of clicking a button wasnt the best feeling in the world.

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Re-listening a certain Black Friday song is making me think of an au where Ethabaster ditches Kronos together. Would canon Ethan ever do that? Heavy maybe, depends on his mom. Would canon Al do that? Absolutely not. Is it super self indulgent? Yes and I don't care.

Maybe it's when they got the news of Princess Andromeda attack from Silena, maybe it's after the ship blows or maybe it's after Ethan fails spectacularly at getting Hades's sword. Doesn't matter, point is Kronos is breathing down both of their necks.

I'll go with before the ship explosion though. General Torrington asks the demigods to be evacuated, Kronos refuses to do that completely. A skeletal crew that solely consists of monsters would be better to keep on-board, they can come back but the demigods can't, right? Of course, what Al doesn't realise is that Kronos couldn't care less about them.

But what he is, is an impulsive 16 year old, who has boyfriend that is so done with Kronos and the ability to fuck with magic however he wants. By the time Kronos notices one of the Triumvirate supplied cars are gone a long with his general and lieutenant, they're already on the opposite side of California.

Give me Ethan grappling with how he'll be of use to his mom now, give me Al deconstructing his blind loyalty to Kronos bit by bit, give me them realising what they have done and dreading the reaction of their mothers. Give me the rest of the Hecate siblings sneaking off to follow after Al because you were the one to recruit them, you can't just ditch them that easily mister. Give me the other kids doing the same because with Luke currently out of commission, Ethan and Al are who they look up to. Give me ethabaster struggling with the stress of it all, waiting for the other to run back to Kronos, the love may be there, the trust isn't.

Just Ethan and Al searching for another way to bring the minor gods respect, still not loyal to Olympus, but not working for Kronos either.

The song in question btw

#pjo #alabaster torrington #ethan nakamura #ethabaster #pjo au #ethabaster defection au #they got teen dad-ified courtesy of the rest of the ta/hj #black friday musical #campers when barely any ta demigods show up at manhattan: ???

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXIV

"THIS IS THE REAL JACK....JACK THE RIPPER."

"The real Jack..!" James exclaimed in surprise. "You mean to say that the killer wreaking havoc in Whitechapel is an imposter?!"

"Exactly," Moran affirmed. "The moniker was originally used by the old man for more than 50 years, ain't that right instructor?"

Jack laughed "as if I would know! I never cared for silly titles like that!"

"Don't act dumb, old man! You're old enough to know these things!" The colonel furrowed his eyebrows as he yelled in annoyance, only to be shushed by (name) who put a finger to her lips, signalling to stay quiet so they wouldn't wake William "It the reason why William called you, no? Because of this psycho killer that's using your moniker himself." Moran said in a slightly quieter voice.

The blankets on William rustled "That's not quite the reason, Moran." He said, waking up from his nap.

"You awake already, William? Shouldn't you be getting more rest?" Moran suggested with a hand on his hip

"He would've rested a lot better if you're loud voice didn't wake him up," (name) glared, taking William's blanket and folding it aside as he smiled gratefully at her. She sat down beside him, a hand on his arm as William continued.

"How could I continue sleeping when the instructor is here? It would be disrespectful to him and all of you." He said with a usual polite smile. Someone so used to experiencing rudeness like (name) — who had now grown to expect such behaviour for either her gender or ethnicity or both — had found it almost endearing.

Now that she had drawn her attention to it, William was usually incredibly polite, even when it was not deserved. He always seemed to be so respectful to everyone and that gentle smile had radiated a comforting beauty she couldn't bare to tear her gaze away from.

The instructor kneeled as (name) was snapped out of her trance-like state, gazing (arguably) fondly at the blond. "It has been too long, Master William." He said "It would be a tremendous honour for this old fossil to be of use to you once more."

William gave him a flustered smile which (name) mentally cursed him for. "No need for such formality, Instructor...just call me 'Little Will' as you always do. I know it was you who pinched my cheek whilst I slept."

'If he knew that the old man did that, did he also?—'

The instructor laughed heartily. "Gahaha! Nothing ever escapes you does it? Never changed, little will!"

(Name) had occasionally thought of how William may have been like before they had met, although not often. In the eight years the couple had known each other, and quite closely one might add, he had changed a bit.

(Name) had noted he had grown much taller since their youth. He was above average height as a 16 year old but his baby like face always made her laugh a bit when she was a teenager. Now it had slimmed down although he did look rather adorable but the rest of the time, he would wear that teasing smile that (name) couldn't help but feel flustered by. His physique had likely remained the same, although slightly more muscular with all the combat involved in being the Lord of crimes. From what she had seen, he was toned despite still being on the slimmer side..his voice had also changed, it was slightly deeper and very attractive now...

Without warning, (name) had smacked herself in the face in an attempt to regain her composure. She internally screamed at herself to stop thinking such thoughts about a mere man. She had also internally screamed at her past self for making the foolish decision to attempt to prove the infertility rumours wrong. She should've known nothing good would come out of that.

"Are you alright, (name)?" Josephine asked. (Name) hadn't told her of the recent encounter so she was bound to be confused. Honestly most things (name) did confused her.

(Name) chuckled nervously, noticing the blank looks she was receiving from the other members. "There was a fly." Although she clearly seemed unsure about that. "Please forgive me for my disruption..." she muttered

"What's the old man doin' here anyways?" Moran said shortly after

"Ah yes," William said, his expression turning serious "As you may know, not only has the killer in Whitechapel been using the instructor's only moniker as his own, he also has been intentionally announcing it to the newspapers. Just as I was about to contact instructor Jack regarding this information, he took the initiative and contacted me through a telegram." The instructor stood up with a small smirk "Instructor Jack wished to lend us his help in disposing the imposter killer who is using his name. This, he contacted me. The crime consultant."

William turned to his subordinates, continuing his explanation "It was for that reason that I requested you to retrieve his knives from the bank. I trust there was no problem in the retrieval."

"No problem at all. Right, Bond?" Moran said, looking knowingly at the shorter man.

"Yes, not at all."

Moran leaned against the armrest of the sofa, his arms folded "but why use an old moniker of some fossil who the world had forgotten? Who is this killer trying to fool..?" His eyes widened in realisation, opening his mouth to explain his theory. "Aha! The paper says he only targets courtesans, right? So maybe he's getting rid of all the courtesans so there wouldn't be any left for the real—"

Moran was cut off by a harsh smack from the Instructor, like a parent disciplining a child. (Name) observed with a blank stare. "Dammit Moran! Why do you always have to silly the conversation with your moronic ideas?!" He scolded him like a little boy.

"Ow!! Stop hitting me!!" The colonel whined.

"I like this instructor already," Josephine whispered to herself

"What makes you want to eliminate the killer, Instructor?" Fred chimed in, turning the old man's attention away from Moran.

"I admit, I hold no attachment to that abomination of a title.  But I can't let the world remember me as a psychopath who murdered helpless women on the street for no reason either. Before I kill him, however, I need proper preparation. That is why I need little Will's help." The instructor explained

"I see. That is a good reason." Louis  commented

"That's right my boys! It is only common sense to clean up after yourself!" The instructor said with a chuckle before Moran opened his mouth to spurt out some nonsense again.

"Says one of London's worse womanisers.."

"Woman...?" The instructor muttered, ignoring the insult. "Ah yes! Speaking of women! I heard there are three women working for you now, little will..."

"Don't bother with (name). She's off limits old man. Can't be going for William's wife." Moran said as (name) frowned. "And the brat's much too young for you." He finished, gesturing to Josephine who her rolled her eyes

The instructor scanned the noblewoman, then turned to William beside her with a smile, like a proud parent to their child. "My, you've grown so much, haven't you? So this must be the lucky lady."

"(Name) (last name), a pleasure to meet you. I've heard great things about you, Instructor." (Name) flashed a smile and held out a hand to shake. Despite being so old, Jack gave a firm handshake, almost enthusiastic.

She had heard William singing the instructors praises any time (name) would (subtly) compliment her husband's combat skills. (Name) herself had been taught personally by both parents, mainly her father, so she hadn't had an 'official' instructor as a child. Her parents had insisted on it at one point but from what the young girl had seen, her fathers combat skills were far more superior than any teacher she could learn from.

"Oh I've heard just as much about you, lady (name). Little Will seems to adore—" the old man was cut off by William clearing his throat. His cheeks were dusted with blush. The instructor smirked but changed the subject promptly "Moving on, I also heard there were two others, namely a Miss Irene Adler..it's a shame, I don't see her, I was planning on having some fun with her.."

Bond raised his hand, drawing the instructors attention to him. "Ah, that would be me," he said "The woman, Irene Adler, is dead. I am now James Bond. Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."

Jack stroked his bearded chin "A pretty boy disguise..eh..that explains it. Well.." he muttered before smiling brightly "I imagine you would need help to learn how a real man behaves! What day I help you with your study tonight in the bedroom, Mr Bond?"

"He's as shameless as ever.." Moran whispered to nobody in particular.

Bond turned to Louis to whisper "he mentioned study, what kind of study?" He asked curiously

"You wouldn't know it Mr Bond, being a new member. After the Moriarty Mansion was burnt down, is brothers stayed at Lord Rockwell's mansion for a time," Louis said, recalling the familiar memories "That's how we met Instructor Jack who was working for their family at the time.."

Louis had explained to Bond their first meeting with the instructor during the trio's stay with the Earl of Rockwell. After William had explained their wish to learn how to 'defend themselves', the instructor, after a short examination ending in a young William holding a rifle, had agreed to train the brothers. It had brought (name) some minor satisfaction to know that although her husband was skilled, she probably would have been able to win against him in a sparring match throughout the entire time they had known each other despite on sparring once.

"Including Mr Moran, we're only able to do what we can today thanks to Instructor Jack." Louis explained once he had concluded his anecdote.

Bond nodded with an admiring smile "I see..so Mr Moran's  famous ways around women was inherited from instructor Jack as well.."

The instructor laughed once more "Ghaha! It was I who turned that muscle-brain into a true lethal weapon of war!" He exclaimed proudly. "Moran! Be sure to treat Mr Bond with care, got it?!"

(Name) heard Moran audibly groan as he rolled his eyes like a teenager being scolded. "Fine, fine..we always lose track of what we're talking about with this waffling old man, I swear. Can we get back on topic?" Moran asked rhetorically. "I still don't understand how this killer knew of the title 'Jack the ripper', and why did he choose it?"

"The answer is obvious Moran," the instructor said, stroking his white beard between his thumb and index finger.

Moran's dark eyes widened "What? You don't mean..?!"

Jack spoke, wisely and sophisticatedly. "There are so many possibilities I don't know where to start."

(Name) let out a small chuckle while Moran groaned in annoyance.

"That just means you have no idea either, ya bloody coot!!" He yelled insultingly

William, from beside (Name), interjected between the two. "We will only know of the killer's true intent and his relationship with the instructor after we find him." He said calmly " We must eliminate this fake 'Jack The Ripper as soon as possible...and clear Instructor Jack's name. What's more..." William trailed off, a noticeable dramatic habit the blond had as his wife observed. She watched his eyes narrow, an alluring feature despite the terror his gaze could invoke in the eyes of wrongdoers. "As instructor Jack has said, we must find those...who are taking advantage of this chaos to prey on the weak and bring them to justice."

During the 19th century, the east end was where the underclass of London gathered, which consisted mostly of vagrants, courtesan and urchins. Even within the East End, the Whitechapel district housed around eight thousand citizens without specific addresses. The district was often ridiculed as a den of thieves and criminals, so much so that it was said that if there were an unsolved crime in London, one could easily find the culprit amongst the slums of Whitechapel.

The victims of the series of murders, the courtesans, though fearing for their life, had no choice but to continue to sell their bodies in order to survive - much like Josephine Evans did prior to being taken into Ashfordshire's so-called 'care'

"Couldn't I have dressed up as an old woman or something? This dress is unbelievably uncomfortable. The corset is much too tight and if I were seen wearing such fuss and frills, I think I'd be a laughing stock in high society," (name) complained as they walked through the dark alleyways of Whitechapel. She had already gotten a few disturbing looks from the occasional nobleman who was only in the area for the most inappropriate of reasons "It's much too revealing for me.."

"You don't have the right face for an old woman though," Josephine commented. (Name) never thought she'd ever feel jealous seeing someone wearing rags and tattered clothing, but it seems she was wrong about everything with the Lord of crime.

"I understand I'm meant to take that as a compliment, but I'd much rather wear anything than this." (Name) said, gesturing to her pink dress. She caught William looking at her briefly as he turned his head from in front of her, then furrowed her eyebrows, pointing a finger at her husband in an accusatory manner "What are you looking at?"

William looked somewhat surprised, —he had simply been admiring her appearance as usual— then smiled innocently as he looked up and down her figure, before looking into her enticing (eye color) eyes, bending his neck down slightly as they made eye contact.

"You look pretty in pink."

(Name) could feel herself heating up instantly, stuttering as her brain attempted to formulate a witty response while Josephine snickered from beside her, the rest of the group equally amused by the situation. She clenched her jaw with an irritated huff and continued walking, adjusting her bodice as they all exited the alleyway.

"Whitechapel hasn't changed much from when we were here last.." William said, pulling the edge of his hat to shield his scarlet eyes. He turned behind him. "Follow me, to the old garden."

(Name) had rarely been to Whitechapel. In fact, she could probably count on one hand how many times she had walked these streets. As they would wander around the slums, she'd let her eyes wander too. Women stood at street corners, dressed much like herself; children chased each other around, happy despite being so malnourished and wizened and wrinkled men would throw judging and cautious glances. Had they been there after sunset, it would be very likely to find well dressed noblemen sneaking around, carrying money for any women that would catch their fancy.

"Huh..so this is the slum where Will and Louis grew up in?" Bond commented curiously. "It's different from what I was told."

Moran's dark eyes landed on Bond beside him. "Yeah...this is where they lived before the Moriarty family adopted them." He said.

Lady (name) had watched William as he walked a few steps ahead. Many wouldn't notice, but there was a very slight change in his demeanor that only she could probably detect. Of course, as his "partner" of some sort, a "colleague in crime" if you will, (Name) knew that William was sensitive in regards to his unfortunate childhood. She had partially discovered that the boy she knew was not quite who he said he was. (which made (name) particularly embarrassed after making many rude remarks, generalising him as a stuck up noble despite being of a well breed status herself, she could be quite hypocritical and ignorant to her own behavior sometimes.) But she hadn't known of his past beyond the mere legal documents she uncovered along with her deductive abilities, until a couple of years ago when William had, after an uncharacteristically sentimental encounter in which (name) caught her newly wed husband drinking for the first and last time considering he was never the time to ruin his organs by drinking excessively, that was more his elder brother's job.

That, however, is a story for another time.

"I hope their old home's still there. I'd like to visit it." Bond said in a hushed tone.

Moran shook his head. "Not possible.. William said that place is long gone now."

"That's a shame-"

Before Bond could say another word, though, gun shots filled the air, disrupting the bustling chatter of the streets.

"A gun shot...!" Moran exclaimed

"No shit, Moran." Josephine said, gesturing in the direction of the sound. "It's close!"

Within seconds, the group had rushed to a crowd of people, stood where the gun shot sound had come from. Police officers from Scotland yard followed suit, watching as the underclass men of Whitechapel held their rifles in the air, aiming threateningly at the cops.

"Take a walk, ye bleedin' Yard dogs!" One man yelled atop several crates "We don't need yo' kind 'ere muddlin' up the place!!"

Multiple men stood behind him, each holding some sort of weapon themselves. There were crates stacked like a wall, as if guarding Whitechapel from the 'enemy', their enemy being the policemen from Scotland yard. The men in navy blue uniforms whispered amongst themselves, planning on a method to regain control of the area and its citizens, much to the anger of the men by the crates.

"That's right! Whitechapel has its own militia!" They continued to yell "We can take care of this murderer on our own! We don't need you Scotland Yard here!!"

"The air seems tense.." The Instructor muttered amongst the commotion.

"Why are the Whitechapel blokes chasing the coppers away? Don't they want to catch Jack the Ripper?" Moran questioned

The officers eventually spoke up in retaliation. "We will not leave until we have caught this foul murderer! It is our duty to return peace to Whitechapel as is yours!"

"Duty?! Dont' make me laugh!! Where was your sense of duty when we needed help before?!" The vigilantes argued back "You Yard Dogs never even considered us citizens! We're nothing to you!"

'Ah,' (Name) thought as she observed the riot beside William who narrowed his eyes. 'The neglect of the police to 'unimportant' cases has caused some sort of social unrest..no doubt the riots will only continue, even if Jack the Ripper is caught..'

"That's not true!!" One officer stuttered

The vigilante from earlier scoffed. "Piss off! We can handle Jack on our own!"

"Calm yourself man," a stoic voice came from behind.

"Mr Woods! It's the Scotland Yard they're refusing to leave!"

A blond haired man with a short beard and wide stature, quite intimidating, emerged from amongst the crowd of vigilantes. He had almost commanded silence over his comrades, so (Name) assumed he was the ringleader.

"You tell 'em off Mr Woods!"

"The Yard only wants to catch this murderer, same as us." Woods said "I see no problem in letting them help us."

While Mr. Woods had gave a short speech to the constables, asking for support from the Yard to catch the killer aswell as allowing the vigilantes to use weapons to fend off Jack The Ripper, the group had snuck off in an attempt to pursue their own investigation.

"The Whitechapel folks sure seem up in arms about this.." Moran commented, peering behind a wall to watch a group of officers. "You can't blame 'em... This case has been a much talked about topic across the city, if not the whole country."

"And the presence of the Yard is certainly not making things better..." (Name) added. "If only they could realise that they're common enemy is this fake 'Jack the Ripper'.."

"This theatric murderer is playing with fire..he has turned Whitechapel into a battlefield." William said with a nod. It was as if the two could communicate telepathically sometimes, as they had both been simultaneously formulating a plan to expose this killer and his intentions. "One wrong move, and the power will shift in an unpredictable way.."

"We should split up here then, shouldn't we?" Josephine suggested. There was an even number of people and although she had wished to follow Fred and Louis to Scotland Yard, she would be glad to have been in a pair with (Name).

William nodded, a smile flickering over his features. "Indeed.. In that case, (Name) and I shall investigate the crime scene."

His wife narrowed her eyes, forming a deathly glare, promptly followed by a frown from Josephine and a chuckle from Bond.

"And why must I go with you?" (Name) asked in annoyance "This is a serious matter, William, I hope you're aware."

"I never said it wasn't, (Name)." William said, almost serious enough for it to be convincing that there was indeed no ulterior motive. (Name) rolled her eyes. "Surely you're not afraid, my love? I'll be there for you to cling to, rest assured, darling."

"You are truly aggravating," She insulted, the tips of her ears slightly warm, with anger of course... nothing else, before hearing a whistle come from behind.

"Geez, you two," Moran teased obnoxiously as he leaned against a brick wall beside Bond, annoying (name) further as she grew more flustered by the second "Get a room, would you? I'd hate to say this knowing how...physical...you two can be, but we are on a mission, y'know?"

"-Enough..!" Scoffing, (name) negotiated. "Fine, William, Josephine and I shall go investigate whilst the three of you-" She gestured to Jack, Bond and Moran. "Will go survey the courtesans, preferably without flirting with any of them." She said, eyeing the noirette

Moran looked quite offended at that last statement. "What ya lookin' at me for? The old geezer's right there!"

"Oh please." The instructor rolled his eyes at the younger man "I have the ability to control myself around women, no matter how tempting, unlike you, Moran."

Noticing a few concerned looks from constables around the corner, Josephine had grown tired of the petty arguments from both William and (Name) as well as Moran and the Instructor.  If the old man was to stay as Albert had mentioned briefly before leaving for work that morning, this could become a regular occurrence. As for (Name) and William, she internally prayed one of them would be brave enough to confess to the other sooner or later.

"Alright ladies, that's enough bickering." The brunette said to the four, taking (Name)'s hands in hers before she could strangle William. "The more we chat, the more this knock-off Jack the Ripper schemes to kill, alright? Might aswell get going."

Bonus

"...so Moran got his womaniser tendencies from the Instructor then?" Bond commented

(Name) smirked  "Daresay he's surpassed the master from what I've heard...how many women have you been with again, Moran? Was it 20...no that's much too low...56 I think..?" She trailed off in faux ignorance.

Moran rolled his eyes "You're much worse than me anyways, I swear you've been with twice as many men as I have been with women." He said sharply.

(Name) glared "It's not that high.."

"28 is a high number, especially for a woman," Moran pointed out

"Alright, but a lot those people weren't even all the way and most of them were solely for the sake of missions or blackmail..at least half were from when I was a teenager, so it isn't that strange," (name) defended

"also it's 29 now."  She added as William choked on his tea.

A/N: I literally didn't know how to end this chapter but first update in like over a month!! I've already said this but college has been screwing me over and I've been quite sick recently but I pulled through so it's fine. Honestly been dreading reaching chapter 25 because shit just goes downhill from then hehehe. The angst levels are gonna go much higher soon >:)

#—false lovers 💋 #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

[totallyexhausted]

I love the idea of...

Kagiura getting sick after a game (like he knew he had a fever but didn't think it was that bad until he basically collapsed on his bed after the game - he wanted to play - Hirano is like, what the hell is wrong with you? Kagi? Hey, you okay? ---- calls Kagi an idiot when he realizes the younger is sick and has been all day --- also slightly blames himself because Kagiura is his Kouhai and it's Hirano's job to look out for him/ "care" for him...); and progressively getting worse throughout the night. Hirano being his worried self and making him see a doctor the next morning (Saturday); like maybe Hirano goes with him because the younger is pretty out of it... basically after the appointment, Hirano lets Kagiura sleep, waking him up because he needs to eat something (the kid hasn't had anything in his stomach since sometime yesterday - he's been puking all night - maybe at some point, Hirano sits with him in the bathroom because the younger is really sick. Kagiura mumbling something like, "I need to lay down," and inches closer towards the floor, and Hirano is like, "Hey!? Wait a second!" and he moves closer so the 16-year-old can lay his head in Hirano's lap. Kagi in and out, Hirano running his fingers through his hair gently, commenting on the kid's temperature, laughing softly when Kagiura "wakes up," looking confused at Hirano like wtf are you doing here). And like, up until this point, Hirano tried his best to be quiet so the younger could sleep; he tried studying and reading but he couldn't concentrate, he texted a few people, talked with his parents for a few, talked to Hanzawa a little bit (Hanzawa asked if Hirano would feel more comfortable in Kagiura was in the infirmary but Hirano was like, there isn't much of a point now because if he was going to get sick, he was going to get sick), and then basically zoned out for a few hours because his thoughts were everywhere, and he was having trouble concentrating on anything other than Kagiura. Kagi is freaking Hirano out a little bit (like Hirano has seen Kagiura sick, sure, because Kagi is always sick, but this is different- this is puking, high fever sick) so Hirano is freaking out a little/ over thinking everything. Kagiura's quiet and more stubborn, he's not "sushine and sparkles" and it's freaking the 17-year-old out slightly because he's never seen this side of the younger before... it's foreign territory.

I like the idea that Hirano kneels next to Kagiura (the younger has been asleep since they got back - the clinic gave him some fluids to help bring his temperature down, but it could take a while to kick in). Hirano calls Kagiura's name softly, running his fingers through the younger's sweaty hair. Kagi groans, wrinkling his nose but doesn't open his eyes...

"Kagi-kun," Hirano said gently, running his fingers through the younger's hair again, his knuckles brushing against the uncomfortable warmth settled on the basketball player's forehead. Kagiura groaned again, opening his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as he met Hirano's gaze.

"Morning," Hirano whispered, a small smile breaking out over his face, his fingers still steady in the younger's hair. Kagiura blinked again, his voice small and rough, "H-Hira-no?"

The older hummed, smiling again, his fingers trailing down to the younger's earlobe slowly. A door slams outside, a few yells in the hallway along with Hanzawa's voice bleeding through the gap under the door as he told someone to keep it down.

Kagiura swallowed, coughing softly as Hirano's fingers moved back through his hair; the older boy waiting for the younger to fully wake up. Hirano bit his bottom lip as Kagiura groaned again, turning slightly away from the older as he pulled the blankets further under his chin.

"You need to eat something, Kagi-kun," Hirano said, gesturing towards the rice porridge on the table behind him. He wasn't entirely sure what the younger would be able to stomach considering he'd spent most of the night with his head in a trashbin or lying on the bathroom floor; but the clinic had made it clear that the 16-year-old shouldn't take anymore meds on an empty stomach. Besides, Hirano's parents mentioned that Kagiura would need to eat something so any meds he took wouldn't just be sitting in his stomach.

The 16-year-old shook his head slowly, "M' not hungry."

Hirano nodded, "I know. But you still need to eat. I-I can't give you any more meds until you eat something. Come on, I'll help you up. "

Kagiura eyed him as the 17-year-old grasped for the blankets, pulling them back slightly. He smirked as the 16-year-old shivered, reaching for the blankets to pull them back over him, his movements slow and uncoordinated. He threw his hand out, his fingers ghosting over the material as Hirano caught his hand, yanking Kagiura up slowly as the younger groaned loudly, pitching forward slightly until his head smacked against the older's shoulder...

Basically, Hirano sits next to Kagiura on his bed while the younger eats a few bites of the food Hirano had brought him. Kagiura really doesn’t feel well, and Hirano feels bad about that but he’s also finding this Kagi kind of adorable because he’s acting so childish. The 16-year-old leaning against Hirano roughly, his head on Hirano's shoulder, shivering against the cold air pricking his sweaty skin; Hirano gently nudging him every now and then as the younger struggles to stay awake, making sure he eats (maybe Hirano feeds him *COUGH COUGH*)... Kagi getting through about 4-5 bites before he refuses more, Hirano negotiating with him to take a few more bites before giving Kagi meds and letting the kid go back to sleep (maybe fall asleep with his head in Hirano's lap or shoulder.)

Hirano eats his lunch too and ends up falling asleep, either on the floor next to Kagiura, his head leaning against the younger's bed like Miyano when Sasaki was sick, or in his own bed... of course the peace doesn't last long and a few short hours later, Hirano wakes up to Kagiura retching loudly, puking on the floor, himself, his fever spiking. He could continue getting sick/ worse for a few hours or just this once as the night before had been rough too... but i like the whole it gets worse before it gets better thing. The younger crying out because he's worked himself up emotionally and he starts crying because he feels really bad and he's sorry and stuff (like i love the idea of Kagiura vomiting in front of Hirano or on and then freaking out/ crying because not only does he feel bad but he's embarrassed and feels gross and he only seems to be getting worse and HIrano has been so nice in dealing with him but he shouldn't have to because who would want to deal with a sick person - i mean who wouldn't feel embarrassed about puking in front of the person they're in love with - and Hirano being like, wtf, it's fine, forget about it and let me help you, you idiot (you don’t need to be embarrassed here, Kagi-kun. It’s okay) and during Kagiuras panic attack/ in order to get the younger to calm down enough or grasp his attention from turning into a full blown emotional meltdown, Hirano calls Kagi by his first name (which grabs the youngers attention for a few seconds before he cries harder- reaching for the older) ... Hirano cleaning him up and cooling him off, panicking internally, and laying with the younger either in Kagiura's bed (or Kagiura laying in Hirano's bed - maybe the kid was sick and Hirano stripped his bed to wash the sheets/ comforter - he lets Kagiura take his bed because Hirano isn't a monster), comforting the 16-year-old until he falls asleep, calms down. Kagiura either wrapped in Hirano's arms, or his head laying on the older's chest or stomach; Hirano feeling protective over the younger as he falls asleep, his breathing ragged and uneven from fever, his fingers gripping the older's shirt weakly. Hirano tries moving away when he thinks the younger falls asleep, and Kagiura grabs his hand, whimpering softly for the older to "stay, please...."

Basically, they fall asleep together; Kagiura waking up the next morning (he feels a lot better but still sick - recovering - his fever went down significantly but is still there) to Hirano's sleeping face a mere few inches from him (last night and the night before are a blurry mess - Kagi barely remembers the game besides puking in the locker room before the game and his headache growing worse and worse - the walk back to the dorm was a dizzying hot daze outside of Hirano's weird glances/ constantly asking what was wrong (Hirano being the (im)patient person he is, getting more and more upset that Kagiura keeps saying stuff like, he's fine, nothing, just tired - because he doesn't look fine, he looks down, pale, sweaty, barely talking/ acknowledging Hirano (basically Hirano decides when the younger faceplants on his bed, refusing dinner, that he's had enough and demands - slightly angry/ annoyed - to know what the hell is wrong) Kagiura mumbles, his words slurring, that he just doesn't feel well and goes to get up because he still has to study and bathe and stuff. Hirano shoves him back on the bed, demanding the younger rest if he's feeling sick, and slaps his hand against Kagiura's forehead, his eyes widen in surprise because the younger is really warm---- OR Hirano after demanding what the hell was wrong and receiving some incoherent mumbling because Kagi's face is buried in his pillow, asks if the younger would feel better or tell him what was wrong if he and Hirano did their 10-second touching (maybe this is the 2nd time today but Hirano is willing to sacrifice if Kagiura will just talk to him because Kagi's team won the game and usually the younger would be like a kid on a sugar-high right now, pumped up and excited) and Kagiura mumbles something else but turns his head to face the older boy, reaching his hand out as Hirano kneels down next the bed. He grasps Kagiura's hand, his fingers intertwining with the basketball player's long slender ones, concerned confusion crossing his face as he realizes that the 16-year-old's hand feels warm - really warm...) Kagi getting on Hirano’s nerves until he realizes the younger isn’t mad but that he really really doesn’t feel well). He stares at Hirano's peaceful face for a few minutes, blushing, his index finger tracing the bottom of Hirano's lip before the older stirs, blinking sluggishly, his arm (strewn across the younger's back) moving slightly as he meets Kagiura's gaze. The 17-year-old smiles softly, whispering, "Morning."

Kagiura is all too aware that Hirano has yet to remove his hand from his back, and he's too scared to move or say something that might ruin this moment. He clears his throat, choking out a soft, "Good morning, Hirano-san."

Hirano blinks again, humming lowly, moving his other hand to press against Kagiura's forehead gently, "Is your fever gone... You still feel warm. How are you feeling?"

The 16-year-old swallows loudly as Hirano's hand moves up his back, resting on his shoulder. He feels his breathing pick up as the older gives him a weird look before Kagiura swallows again, "Um... better. I guess..."

After a while/ after more conversation (Kagiura giving short answers because he doesn't want this moment to end, he doesn't want Hirano to move), the older goes to get up (Kagiura shivers and Hirano asks if he's cold because he can get another blanket), and Kagiura reaches for Hirano, tugging at his shirt, pouting (basically he begs Hirano to stay for a few more minutes - they both end up falling asleep again).

#sickfic #hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #hirakagi #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #sick kagi #sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #sasaki shuumei #miyano yoshikazu #hanzawa masato #niibashi juuya

[froggy-bae]

•incorrect Haikyuu quote’s•

A/N: this is part one out of I have no idea, I will probably be doing your part with all of the schools. Also y/n is Ukais younger sibling. 

Karasuno:

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Y/N or Suga: When have I ever done anything brash or irresponsible?

Daichi: I keep a list it’s alphabetized.

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Kageyama: I’m gay and confused.

Asahi: About your sexuality?

Kageyama: Oh no, I just generally don’t know what’s going on.

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Ukai after Y/N did something stupid: I’m mortified, disgusted, humiliated, baffled-

Y/n: What are you a goddamn dictionary? 

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Daichi: Truth or dare?

Y/N: Truth.

Daichi: How many hours have you slept this week?

Y/N:

Y/N: Dare.

Daichi: Go to sleep.

Y/N: I don't like this game.

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Yamaguchi: Do you have a self-care routine?

Tsuki: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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Takeda: Why does Keshin always do the laundry so loudly?

Y/N: So everyone knows that no one helps him out in the house.

Ukai, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

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Old couch Ukai, near tears: Please, Y/n, I don’t speak young people! I don't know what a ‘yeet’ is!

Y/N and Keshin in unison: Yeet.

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Ukai who just saw Y/N and Tsukishima walk out of the storage closet together: I've connected the two dots.

Y/n: You didn't connect shit.

Ukai: I've connected them

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Daichi: I'm not doing to well.

Asahi: What's wrong?

Daichi: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Suga enters the room*

Daichi : There it is again.

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*Y/N rushes by with an armful of water bottles*

Yamaguchi: What's going on?

Tsuki : Y/N wouldn't drink water.

Yamaguchi : ...And?

Tsuki : And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle.

Y/N, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

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Y/N: I have an idea.

Tsuki: A good idea?

Y/N: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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*Y/N and Tsuki enter a dive bar*

Y/N: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.

Tsuki, in a scuba diving suit: I would like to leave, now.

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Tsuki: Is it still visible? Where Yachi slapped me?

Hinata : Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Y/N: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Kageyama: A palm reader could tell Yachi 's future by looking at your face.

Yamaguchi : The phrase 'talk to teh hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Tsuki: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

( currently obsessed with bad bitch yachi lol)

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Y/N: Between Yachi , Yamaguchi , Tsuki, and Hinata -- if you had to -- who would you punch?

Kageyama: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Y/N: Tsuki?

Kageyama: Yeah, 100%.

Tsuki from the distance: Fuck you too!

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Hinata : She was poetry, but he couldn't read.

Yachi : His name was Jared he's 19.

Kageyama: When his parents built a very strange machine.

Yamaguchi , singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.

Y/N, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena!

Tsuki: Horrible job everyone.

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*The second years playing a team sport*

YN: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Ennoshita?

Tanaka : Have you ever played a game with Ennoshita?

YN: No…

Tanaka : Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Ennoshita, chasing Nishinoya : I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

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YN: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Tsuki: I do have a sense of humor you know

YN: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Tsuki: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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YN: I turned out perfectly fine!

Keshin : YN, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

YN: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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YN who just spiked a ball at their grandfathers head: Am I going too far?

Keshin : No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

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YN: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

Tsuki crying in the corner because he’s been forced to spend time with them for the past week: Please dear god no!

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Asahi : Why are Daichi and Sugawara sitting with their backs to each other?

YN: They had a fight.

Asahi : Then why are they holding hands?

YN: They get sad when they fight.

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Daichi: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Sugawara: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Asahi : I got distracted about halfway through.

YN: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Daichi: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Sugawara: Is it me, Daichi?

Daichi: No, it’s not you.

Asahi : Is it me, Daichi?

Daichi: It’s not you either.

YN: Is it me, Daichi?

Daichi:

Daichi, mockingly: Is IT mE Daichi?

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Daichi: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Sugawara: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Asahi : I personally was created in a lab.

YN: I just straight up spawned lol.

Daichi: I will kill all three of you.

YN: Like Tanaka killed you?

Daichi:

YN: Start running?

Daichi: Start fucking running.

#haikyuu incorrect quotes #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #tsukishima x y/n #hq kageyama #daichi x sugawara #hq hinata #hq sugawara #hq x reader #hq headcanons

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Simón would hate to be an Alpha and Ámbar would hate to be an Omega.

Simón didn't always hate it. Back when he first presented at 12 years old, it was cause for celebration all around him, and he felt very proud of it. Being an alpha meant you were cool after all, right? "The coolest!" His friends said. "I hope I'm an alpha too!" They said. "This means you were born to be a leader," his father told him. "You're meant for great things," his mother said with utter joy.

Some of his friends turned out to be alphas too, but most were betas. Most people around him were betas, actually, including his own parents, which made sense according to the education he got at school-- around 80% of the population were betas.

That meant he being an alpha made him extra special, and little Simón, being a kid as he was, was very happy and excited about that.

That was until one of his classmates unexpectedly went into heat in the middle a class. They were all 14 at the time, and the girl in question had been previously identified as a beta, but apparently, that labeling had been wrong. The whole class went into chaos. The teacher rapidly asked another omega girl to go get the school nurse while he tried to keep at bay the teenage alphas who reacted to the pheromones and were trying to get closer to their omega classmate. The pheromones were so strong that even the betas were affected; some curled up in their seats, covering their noses and trying to not lose their minds, while others ran out of the classroom for the same reason, scared of the effect the pheromones might have on them. Only the one remaining omega got closer to her suffering friend and tried to offer some comfort while the girl panted, writhed, and whined for the heat her body was going through.

Simón watched all of this from his own seat. He wanted to help. His teacher, a beta, was struggling to contain the group of alphas by himself. Some betas were clearly distressed. The omega in heat was in pain.

But he couldn't move. He was petrified. He was petrified because he wanted to help, but the heat pheromones were so strong, and so sweet, like brown melted sugar down his throat, and he was getting all these impulses. He wanted to do things to that girl that he had never even considered before, and the fact that all these wants and thoughts were going through his head terrified him into place.

He felt disgusting.

The situation eventually got handled and Simón even got praised for how well he handled it. "An exemplary alpha" he was called. But Simón knew the truth now about what his alpha nature meant. He knew he only had better self-control than his peers, but, deep down, he wasn't any better-- He had the same beast inside, and all it wanted was to dominate, control, and take.

It only got worse from there. As he and his peers got older, Simón noticed more and more instances in which alphas abused their power to submit betas and omegas-- especially omegas. It wasn't all of them, thank god, but more than once, Simón had to get between an alpha and a struggling omega as the alpha used his force and pheromones to try to take advantage of her. "She wants it," they'd say. "Otherwise, why is she spreading her alluring pheromones everywhere?"

Some would use their alpha voice and make betas and omegas do things as a 'joke', like telling them to jump in place, do stupid poses, or say humiliating things. Sometimes with omegas, they'd tell them to lift their skirts or show their butts if they were guys. They'd laugh as if they weren't forcing another human being to do something they didn't want to do. Sure, sometimes it was harmless, but even then, it was just wrong.

"It's just a little fun," they'd say when Simón complained about it or intervened.

"What kind of alpha are you?"

Simón wished he wasn't an alpha. He wished against all hope that their second definite identification test at 16 showed he was actually a beta and the whole alpha thing was just a mistake. Both his parents were betas. 80% of the population were beta. Why couldn't he be a beta too?

But of course, he was labelled as alpha again, and by 17 he had his first rut, which really cemented it.

Alphas are not inherently bad, he told himself. You've met some good ones, haven't you? And many are leaders, scholars, inventors-- You can do good with it, it's okay.

He managed to believe that most of the time, but it was hard when twice per year he'd get aggressive, horny, and would have to be locked up in his room because he wanted to breed like a fucking animal. Why couldn't he just be born a beta? Ruts were the worst. And he didn't want to dominate anyone, he just wanted to find love like his parents, have a companion.

The only part about being an alpha that sounded romantic were the stories about alpha/omega pairs. Apparently, once you found your omega, it felt like you were meant to be, like you were made for each other, and everything just fell into place. Most times, Simón imagined he would just marry a beta because he was scared of losing his mind if he dated an omega, but then he heard about these stories, or watched pairs in a movie, and a part of him craved that. He didn't know if it was the human part or the alpha part, but it did sound nice.

In the end, it might be the only thing that made being an alpha worth it.

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Ámbar hated being an omega from the very beginning.

She was supposed to be an alpha-- A respected leader above the rest, not someone on the freaking lowest level of humanity. Her godmother was an alpha, her grandfather (as Sharon told her) was also an alpha, and every head of the Benson family had always been an alpha. "The only omega was my stupid little sister and she ruined everything," Sharon always told her with vitriol dripping from her words.

Ámbar had tried so hard until then. She behaved like she was supposed to be behave, strived to be the best at school, sports, and every activity she ever tried, because if you didn't plan on succeeding, what was the point of even trying at all. She was supposed to be an alpha.

And then the test in the envelop said she was an omega and it was like a spit on her face.

Omegas were weak. Omegas were usually just pretty accessories for alphas. Omegas were hindered by regular heat cycles which made companies not want to employ them because they were a hassle. Omegas were more trouble than they were worth.

Ámbar was devastated. Her godmother never looked at her the same way again. She had to be on suppressants the whole time both for her sake and the sake of others. Her first heat was painful and humiliating even though she was alone in a heat room prepared just for her with every commodity she might ever need.

Because how would it not be humiliating when she was panting and moaning and calling for an alpha, literally any stranger that just happened to be alpha, to come ravish her and push her down and just basically have his way with her over and over.

Ámbar was independent. She was strong. She had a huge sense of self value. The fact that something inside her made her want to beg to be dominated and used was disgusting.

So, she was going to do the using instead.

Ámbar was resourceful and she was smart. So she was beautiful and desired? She could use that to her advantage- Make guys dance at the palm of her hand. So she had pheromones irresistible to alphas and even some betas? Sure, that could make her seem like prey, at the eyes of society she would always be some delicious candy at the disposal of others to be taken whenever they pleased, but that was only if you didn't know how to play the game. You were only the loser if you didn't want to get caught. You were only prey if you didn't set the trap yourself.

So Ámbar, once again, started climbing the social ladder like she'd always done. Who said an omega couldn't be a leader? She'd have subjects at every room she entered with just a bat of her eyelashes. Who said she couldn't be at the center of things? Weren't omegas beautiful for a reason? Weren't spotlights made to make shiny things shine even brighter?

And who said she had to submit to an alpha? As far as she was concerned, she could have an alpha boyfriend and have him be the accessory. Let him believe it was the other way around, who cared? As long as it helped build her image, the guy could think whatever he wanted.

Of course that meant she could never share her heat with anyone or let herself be bitten. Every heat was hell. She felt lonely. Her omega always felt lonely, like it craved something else-- like scenting her partner not just to mark her territory but for a sense of belonging and comfort. Like being hugged and cuddled and feeling safe surrounded by someone's scent and warmth. Like being not only admired but adored. Like being not only desired but cared after.

Maybe it was Ámbar that felt lonely and not just her omega.

It didn't matter. If she was successful, if she could make her godmother proud, the rest was secondary. She had a bright future ahead of her if she only did everything right. That was more important than anything else.

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Simón would hate to be an Alpha and Ámbar would hate to be an Omega.

Until they meet each other.

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#simbar omegaverse AU #sorry not sorry I just LOVE to write these little concepts ksjdn💖 #simbar #soy luna #simbar fic #simbar fanfic #soy luna fanfiction #short writings #My Writing #I'M COOKING LET ME COOK

[therosebunpost]

Summer Vacation Regrets

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Steve Harrington x Disabled! Disfigured!Fem!Reader

The Summer where you finally get that major surgery, but for some reason you don’t want to hang out with Steve before it happens. (A prequel/drabble to my Regret Series)

TW: Underaged drinking, heavily discussion of surgery, self esteem issues, hospitals, mentions of a near death incident, Reader is as neutral as possible but this story is heavily influenced by my life and experiences, so there may be some incidental coding. (Please feel free to give me feed back on anyway I can make this better!)

(Not beta’d, so I apologize for grammar)

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Steve was looking forward to summer. He already had it mapped out. Taking a job at the pool as a lifeguard, he was determined to save up for a car by the time he was 16 years old. His parents were proud, he was proud, and you were proud. Proud enough to promise him that you’d make the trek to hang out with him at the pool as many times as your parents let you, or you could sneak away on your big, clunky three wheeled bike.

It’s why getting that call was so confusing.

“I…I can’t hang out with you at the pool anymore. At least not for a few months.”

“Months? How many??”

There was some muttering on the line that Steve couldn’t quite make out. Not that he was really focusing on it too much. Months? You wouldn’t hang out with him for months?

“Two, two months.”

He says your name, exasperated. “That’s almost the entire summer! We’ll only have a month left!”

More muttering, now he can hear the sudden pain in your voice. “Wait, it…it might be…the whole Summer, Stevie.”

“What?!”

“I just came back from my doctor. They say it’s finally time, that I’m so close to getting my prosthetic. I just need to um, do something else first. That I need to recover from. So, no pool or anything.”

That gets him to calm down, just a bit. Right, your appointment. Your surgery. “Well, alright. Then we’ll just hang out another way! You know there’s that movie coming out, maybe you can ask your mom-“

“I can’t.”

Steve blinks, once again confused. “O…kay. I’ll bring stuff over then! Or you can come over! Oh, we could hang out in my pool. Does your mom know I’m a lifeguard? I promise we’ll be super safe, and she can even stay over with you, we have the room-!”

“I don’t want you to see me!”

There was that pain in your voice again.

"Oh god Steve it's, it's so awful. They have to put this implant inside of me, and it's gonna end up looking like this growth on my face. I hate it, I hate this so fucking much." You finally break down on the phone and Steve takes a moment to gather what your saying.

Sometimes the things you went through confused him. He's known you for years at this point but your condition still didn't make a lot of sense to him. From what you've told him, it didn't make sense to your doctor's either.

"...So I can't see you at all? You really are gonna spend all summer alone?"

"We can still call." You rush to tell him, and Steve can imagine the way you strangle the phone cord in your hands. "I dont…i just don't want to be seen. But I'll call you. i'll call you everyday."

"...When is it? The..implant?"

"Next week. Im going to home school for the last weeks of school."

"Holy shit, your serious?"

"Yeah. It's…Its bad, Steve. I…I cried after they told me the plan. Right in the room with mom."

"...Will you at least come over one more time this week? At least come hang out at the pool once?"

"..I'll ask mom."

-.-.-

Your mom does say yes, and hanging out at the pool was just as fun as Steve thought it would be. Sure, you couldn't swim but you hung out with him in the guard chairs. You spent the night, and you both sneak out to hang by his pool, alone.

Steve, ever the bad influence at times, passes you the bottle of beer. "...Are you really not going to do anything? Or see anybody?"

"...I just…I think I was finally starting to accept my appearance and now this? For months? I just…I hate it so much. Its like the universe hates me."

"It's probably won't be as bad as you think, I mean-"

"It's gonna be pretty damn bad. like, it's gonna be the size of my cheek. Maybe even bigger! I'll look gross." You lean back against the warm ground.

"The doctor said they could do a skin graph but they wanted to use the skin on my face first so it matches better. But like come on, it's all my skin, the difference can't be that much! It's not like they had that issue trying to use a part of my rib as a prosthetic!"

"....Didn't you say that your body…like…sucked it back in and that's why it didn't work?"

".....Okay, fair but still! A balloon?? On my face? It's like they don't even fucking care how awful that's going to be.The stares I'll get, the grossed out faces. It's like, how do they expect me to live with that?"

Steve laid down with you, and while he didn't know a lot about what you were going on about, he knows your frustrated.

"Remember when you got that bar on your face? The metal one?"

You gave him a look. "..Yeah?"

"You lived after that. You survived."

"I was like, five."

"So? You gonna let a five year old be braver than you?"

"Oh that is not the same-"

"Okay, what about when you got that thing out of your stomach? The feeding thing-"

"My G-tube?"

"Yeah. You literally bragged about having your stomach stuff coming out of you and just living with it. We were like, ten?"

"Im still not over the fact that the doctors didn't believe me about it not closing all the way, those jackasses."

Steve says your name and you sigh. "Okay fine, but that was then and this is now. I'm older, I care more about myself."

Steve snickers and you reach over and shove at him. He makes a show of nearly falling into the pool which you scoff at.

"Last summer, you and I went out on a canoe together without a person with us. Mind you, you could have died if we tipped over. We gave the counselors a heart attack."

You laugh at the memory, the rebellion rushing through your veins. "I had you with me!"

For a moment Steve is taken aback, but he's quick to shake his head with a smile. "Obviously. But anyway, are you gonna let this get you? Are you just not gonna hang out with me because of a bunch of assholes? Do you think I'm an asshole?"

That makes you whip around to face him, aghast. "No, Steve what-"

He levels you with a long stare. "Then why do you think I'd care about it? You're my friend. I wanna spend the summer with you. Not just over the phone, which is bullshit because you hate phone calls anyway."

It's a moment like this where you ponder the real reason you don't want him to see you. The real reason that you refuse to acknowledge because it will never happen.

Only in fairy tales, or movies, or books. Things that happened to Pretty Girls, like the ones Steve talks about sometimes.

"...I'm scared." You whisper, softly. "...I'm really scared, Steve. This…this is going to change my life. I dunno if I'm ready for that." You look out at the water, which glows from the pool lights. "I've been told my whole life how this will fix things. Fix me. Getting this prosthetic, getting my trach taken out. There's gonna be a lot of benefits, yeah, but…I'm angry that I have to do this shit. I'm angry that it's something I just have to grin, and bare because there's no other fucking alternative."

Steve watches you as you talk. His eyes trained on the shape of your lips, the way the sounds are altered, the light of the pool on your face. You look…tired. More tired than anyone your age should be.

"....You know uh…worms?" He snickers a little when you furrow your eyes at him. "They go through that thing, that change thing."

"Metamorphosis."

"Yeah, metamor-whatever."

"Okay, end? Also those are caterpillars."

"Your a worm!"

"Caterpillar."

"Oh my god, shut up-"

You laugh, silent but obvious with the way your shoulders shake and you lean your head back.

"But like yeah, this is you going through your meta-thing. You're gonna be a pretty butterfly or Oh! A Swan. Yeah."

Pausing at his words, you can feel the heat creep up your cheeks. "...Pretty?" You echo, shy and just a little uncertain.

"Well duh. Really pretty." Steve insists, beaming at you. It's a brash, kinda backwards compliment but he's trying. He's really trying, and you aren't sure if you can keep shoving those fluttering feelings away.

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Those last three weeks of school pass. Steve doesn't get to see you until the first week of Summer, where he bikes all the way to your house. He had called to tell you he was coming, so he doesn't knock when he gets there.

"So, how did it go- Whoa-"

Well, you were not kidding. The implant was obvious. Very obvious, and Steve forced himself not to stare at it. Not that it mattered, since you were already crumbling away from him.

"It's awful, I know-" You gush, devastated. "Feels weird too." Your eyes are red rimmed from crying and Steve stands there awkwardly. Fuck, he was not good with crying.

"No! It's…Its not that bad. I just had a hard time picturing what it looked like when you told me." He explains, the words spilling from him. It was the truth, he really didn't know what to expect. "It's not bad, I swear on my collection of baseball cards, it's not!"

You narrow your eyes at him. "...Even the signed ones?"

"Yeah."

Your shoulders slowly relax and you rub at your eyes. You were always good at coming back from crying. Steve, well, he wishes he could bounce back that fast.

"..Wanna watch a movie?" He suggests, already heading into the living room. "Any one you want!"

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After that, the weeks passed and you slowly grew bored of keeping yourself locked away like some princess, or troll. You slowly started joining your mother on her errands. The implant grew and grew, but after a while you got used to it. Steve barely glanced at it anymore, instead focused on spending the summer with you, whenever you had the chance.

You do end up hanging out with him during lifeguard duties. He jokes about having you as his assistant whenever you bring him water or snacks, but you always retaliate with squirting at his hair with a water gun.

It's not all perfect. You do get stares. People sometimes avoid you, and kids your age are cruel, but Steve is there. He's getting popular, and with whatever grade school cred he has, he makes sure to use some of it to protect you.

It all shifts when the surgery finally arrives. You and Steve are sitting out by his pool again, now a month and a half older. "...I'm gonna miss you, at camp." He states, taking a sip of another beer.

"...Your still going??" You raise an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because I like it? Besides, I'm thinking about being a counselor. Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Well, I…I mean I'm not gonna be there." You state, and the words sound ridiculous as soon as you let them out. Steve laughs and you shove at him. "I'm gonna miss you, sure, but I still wanna go! I need to defend my swimming record, and I already have what I'm gonna wear for theme night! Wouldn't you still go if I couldn't?"

The way he says it, it sounds like the answer should be obvious. The camp was for people like you, after all.

He says your name after a moment, confused. "...Wouldn't you?"

"...I dunno." You admit after a moment, breathing in slowly. "....It's kinda fun, but sometimes I hate the atmosphere. I hate the way the counselors talk to me at times, like I'm stupid. I don't feel like…I'm disabled enough to warrant even being there. Hanging out with you, it actually makes me enjoy it. It feels like an actual camp."

Steve doesn't say anything for a while. You watch the way his brows furrow, and the contemplative frown on his lips. "...Does that mean…last year was your last year?"

You ponder it before shaking your head. "...I want to go with you." You shrug, picking at a loose thread on your swim suit. "If you become a counselor, then I will too! Like hell am I gonna let you boss me around even more."

He laughs, loud and clear. You're jealous, and awed all at the same time. "But I will probably stop one day, I think."

Steve nods, and you wonder if the sadness in his eyes is just a trick of the light.

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The next morning, you go in for early surgery. Steve is antsy the whole day, though he isn't sure why. You were a pro at this! He's heard countless stories about your various surgeries, so why does this one feel so…great? Monumental?

He doesn't get to come see you until the next day. He walks in, holding a bouquet of flowers and a plush of your favorite animal. He hopes he doesn't look as tired as he feels. He woke up early at 6 AM, zoning out to Twilight Zone reruns until 8, where he stumbled around to get ready to see you again. It hadn't been that long ago, but it felt like maybe you had gone three months without seeing each other.

As he makes his way over to your room, he's reminded of an episode he watched. A hospital themed one. It kind of confused him, really. The woman got surgery to be beautiful, but it failed.

Steve turns a corner, and passes a plastic surgery office where he can hear the distant sounds of a meeting.

He remembers watching the bandages being removed, and thinking he heard them wrong. The woman was beautiful. The surgery was a success and yet…the hospital staff had recoiled. He had been blown away by the revelation of what the doctors and nurses looked like, and something in the back of his mind wished you could have seen it with him.

He steps into the hospital room, his eyes landing on you. Your face isn't fully bandaged up, but there's a strip of cloth that keeps your mouth shut. You look as exhausted as he feels. Your eyes slowly open to see him, only to become slightly panicked.

"Hey." He greets, slowly walking closer and settling down in the plastic chair beside your bed. You don't say anything, you can't, but Steve does. "Y'know, I'm kinda confused." He admits, gently placing the tiny stuffed toy on your bed. “I don’t think the doctors did much.” You make a noise of confusion, gesturing at the bandage on your face. Obviously they did, what was he even getting at here?

"No, really. Like sure, the balloon thing is gone, but you look the same to me, Miss Butterfly." He admits, leaning on his arms and gazing up at you. Watching as the words slowly register. You slowly smile, eyes shining with tears before you wince and grab at your notepad.

'Stop making me smile, my face hurts like a bitch. >:('

He laughs, shaking his head and reaching over to grab the remote for the TV. "I'll ask the nurse for more drugs, maybe you'll be a little nicer to me." He grins, and flips through the channels. "But hey, there's this episode I want you to see.."

Midway through the re-runs, you fall asleep. The drugs and the pain dragging you under. Steve sits there, his hand in yours. He eyes the IV, his thumb brushing against the bandage keeping it inside. His gaze travels up your arm, and lands on your face. Your expression wasn’t exactly peaceful, but he was glad you were resting.

“I was scared this morning.” He admits, emboldened by the silence. “I know you’re like, super good at all of this, but…yeah.” He trails off, letting his eyes slowly drift closed. “You do look really pretty. In your hospital bed, or..anywhere really. You always have.”

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #fluffybunnycorner #steve x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve stranger things #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve x fem!reader #steve x disabled!reader #steve x oc #steve harrington x disabled!reader #Steve x disfigured!reader #disfigured!reader #tw hospital #tw surgery #i hope you guys like it! #I’m a little worried that Steve is OOC here #but I tried my best XD

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One day

She'd been friends with him for years now, you'd think eventually the silly infatuation with him would have gone away by now....but no he was still the only person that always made her feel like her 13 year old self, like sometimes her brain couldn't form thoughts when he was around because all she would do was blush.

13

She'd just gotten a phone and it seemed like finally everything was going right for her

One day after school she saw that he added her as a friend and her heart filled with childish hope and thus began their friendship

As a 13 year old girl who was friends with the boy she liked, she tended to see signs where they weren't any and eventually she convinced herself that maybe he liked her too ....

That wasn't the case but she didn't feel all to bad , I mean he hadn't made fun of her or treated her differently and weirdly that's what grew them closer as friends

14

She was entering high school and she had a new crush on another family friend and she didn't think of him all that often

He messaged her about his sister's wedding in a month "if they tell me to go sit next to my girlfriend, I'll come sit next to you" she rolled her eyes knowing that if it came down to it he'd do it just to piss her off. He took so much joy in irritating her

On the same day the other guy asked her out and she said yes

When he asked her what's new in her life she told him and he didn't speak to her til November except for the happy birthday message she got in June

Sometimes she thought maybe he's jealous or maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me

As soon as he knew they broke up he started speaking to her again

15

As the years went on their friendship grew and grew but for some reason it didn't feel like a normal friendship

She was friends with other boys but things just felt different with him. All her friends would tell her "he likes you and you are just blind" she considered it but she was scared to get her hopes up again

They would speak from when the woke up til they went to bed. He knew things about her that nobody else ever did.

She was the hopeless romantic type with her head always stuck in books and he hated books with a passion but whenever she'd read a new book he'd want to know all about it and eventually he started forcing her to read the books to him before bed

Before her birthday people would ask her to send pictures of herself so they could post her and she was complaining because 1 girl made her send 51 pictures of herself and for some reason he was upset because she only sent him 1 picture , so she sent all 51 pictures to him as well. He created an album in his gallery for her

Eventually he ditched the excuse and of it only being for her birthday and would just tell her the folder needed to be updated.... he continued to update the folder for 2 years

16

In the beginning of the year she lost some of her closest friends because they were being horrible and she broke up with the guy she was dating and she felt alone

He was there for her , he listened to her cry and overthink and feel bad about herself and he would always try and make her feel better even though according to him he hated seeing her like this and he hated that she'd pick people who would treat her horribly

And so they became closer than they ever had been before

He started telling her when he was upset and when he was feeling down which he never did before

She'd let him help her pick her outfits and her hair and get excited to tell him about her day and all her stories

And after November exams it changed even more he had been subtly flirting with her for years and then all of a sudden it wasn't so subtle

He'd confuse her and contradict himself

One day he'd tell her to give another guy a chance and the next he'd tell her to stop talking to the other guy because he could give her more butterflies then that guy ever could

And then at a get together the two of them stayed up while everyone else went to bed and spent the night talking and that's when he knew that he'd been blind for so many years and she's was always there

And the friendship officially became more after all the pining and waiting but it still felt like their friendship which forced them to realize that maybe they were never just friends maybe they were always more

And the two of them were so happy together so blissful but when you are that happy things always go wrong

First her grandmother was admitted into hospital and then he broke up with her out of nowhere for no reason

And then he on Valentines day he called her

He said he really needed to speak to her and they did but she didn't know that would be the last time she spoke to him ever again...

That Saturday her world came crashing down and she would never be able to see him again or speak to him

Who would argue with her for hours over nothing and make fun of her and be there for her

Who would listen to her stories about nothing and be interested in them

Who would she have left

She didn't realize how much he meant to her and how much he was in her life til she was sitting and crying while doing bio homework because he used to tease her for finding it hard

She didn't realize how many stories she had to tell and she couldn't tell them to him anymore

She felt empty and broken and alone and everyone was telling her at least you weren't together for years and at least it wasn't serious but she still felt it all the same

He meant the world to her, she didn't Just lose the guy she loved , she lost her best friend and she was never gonna get the happy ending she'd been dreaming about forever because if it wasn't with him she didn't want it to be with anyone else

She was used to being the younger one but as soon as she turned 17 she'd always be older

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Ik my writing isn't the best and I suck at it but I just wanted to get my life off my chest

#one day #friends to lovers #angst #tw depressing thoughts #vent post

[applesandbannas747]

for the ask game: 6 for dead hearts and sinew&bone, 12 (sorry had to), and 17 👀

For this ask game! Thanks so much for playing <3

6. What’s one fact about the universe of a fic that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Dead Hearts:

oooo probably Warlock stuff. I really love the concept of wizards, witches, and warlocks all being Different, nongendered, things instead of gendered and/or interchangeable names (I blame Septimus Heap for that one). Anyway, warlocks in Dead Hearts have a special connection to magic because while witches' magic connects them to the earth, warlocks are so much a part of the earth that magic flows directly from it through them--it's also what makes them able to read others' magic (like Eugene did to Jesse's) because they're a conduit for magic and connection as much as the earth itself is, so their magic is sort of...everyone's magic. It's a stream always flowing through them as opposed to a witch's bottomless lake. (Wizards might harness magic artificially, though I didn't completely flesh out that thought--a wizard is probably what Nick would have been during his first life, because his magic was being pulled from an outside source, and what Eugene was trying to do--and eventually succeeded in doing was open Nick to the flow of magic warlocks experience).

I wrote up a bunch more lore and realized that it would be a shame to share it in case I ever wanted to write about it, which means my dumb brain has probably decided it does want to write the theoretical eugesse spin-off at some point. so stay tuned for that in like 3 years i guess XD

Sinew & Bone:

So! When Nick sees Jesse in Eugene's room, they immediately recognize each other as pack. Nick had previously commented to Eugene to leave whatever werewolf he's sleeping with because it's obviously he's stressed all the time now and his scent is all mixed with wolf. The reason Nick didn't know then that Eugene's wolf was Jesse is that his brain filtered the possibility out. The scent was Eugene, Family, Wolf, and Nick immediately assigned the family association to Eugene completely on accident and with no recognition that he even smelled that on Eugene because his subconscious sees Eugene as family, so he didn't register anything amiss with Eugene's scent in that regard. So all he picked up from Eugene that was out of place was a random shifter's scent.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

oh man i fEEEL like there was a specific trope I immediately had in mind for this one but because I waited so long to answer, I literally can't remember anymore.

Perhaps song fics? I hate reading them but have ended up writing several tangential fics that DO quote song lyrics in them jfdsah Really I'm just a hypocrite. I'll come back if i ever remember my real answer??

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

oh man so many honestly. and like. I do it pretty regularly XD but two super specific and indulgent aus that genuinely no one but me and, like, one other specific person would read are:

1) characters somehow getting swapped with older/younger versions of themselves. For example, 25 year old Nick swapping places with 16 year old Nick and remembering what a dick baby Seiji was to him, while 16 year old Nick's trying to fight with a 25 year old Seiji. I like versions where it's just mind swapped and versions where it's whole body as well (those are fun for the oh no he's hot moment they come with). Fun fact, my original idea for the 'childhood' prompt in the 30 Day Fence Challenge was 17 or so Nick swapping out minds with 12 year old Nick but I couldn't make it work the way I wanted it to in the time I had to write it so it got shelved

2) the Ultimate self-indulgence of MAXIMUM cringe level but aus where a pre-get-together ship's future kid somehow gets dumped back in time and seeks out their parent/s and they're like what do you mEAN I married him?!?! and yes i do have a specific scenario for both Eugesse and Nichoji fics of this variety and if I had time to fit them in my writing schedules, y'all would have to suffer months of irrelevant content from me uwu

#jackshit #thanks for the ask!!💜 #ask games

[urne-buriall]

I'm catching up on the last few days of SOTW, and have to ask (especially with all the other snippets you've graciously given), any more writing/thoughts from Cesar's perspective on seeing Cas looking miserable at the Roadhouse and then Dean looking equally miserable (and instantly knowing they hadn't been talking)? I love Cesar's gentle ribbing in the dinner scene from today.

our best friend Cesar, ahhh. I don't have much specific on hand, but obviously I loved writing Cesar and he is very much Team Destiel in that Roadhouse scene. though there is one thing he does first, checking in with that "you on the outs?" question to Dean's vaguely worded complaint about being unable to get through to Cas. I think Cesar has a very, very soft spot for Cas and makes sure he's not selling him out if the issue is that Dean's fucked up somehow. like, of course he feels for Dean too, being the guy Dean unloaded his sexuality crisis on, but Cesar is protective of Cas. because he doesn't think a lot of people have been, and he knows Cas isn't somebody that everybody gets, and Cesar remembers how brave he was as a 16-year-old and never wants him to lose that enviable self-certainty

with Dean's answer he gets to slip into his ideal mode of being able to provide insight as someone who's been in a long relationship, which neither Cas nor Dean are experienced in. these two idiots in love are caught up with a sense of duty and a sense of not wanting to burden the other with whatever is going on, but Cesar is wise enough to know that it's a game nobody wins. you want to call your man, you call him up, because that's all either of you really want and need right now. you unburden to each other and you both feel better for it, even if there's nothing you can do to fix external stressors. the point of having someone you love is that they are willing to share the weight, the good and the bad, and that willingness alone lightens it. he can see that, although they have tried a little to get in touch, once met with failure they both think it might be better to wait for things to resolve so they can focus on each other without all these other demands. when the reality is that they just need to see each other and everything else will be easier, and they'll be much happier to boot

the thing is I imagine that Cesar saw Cas again later in the day just before Cas left for the city. he was probably the one to suggest leaving a note for Dean (and would've groaned at the fact that Cas did not include such basic info as what hotel to contact him at or even which city he was going to). when Cas left he at least knew Dean was looking for him/missing him, and he tried to call but couldn't reach anyone and knew it wasn't safe to make his voice a mail on the answering machine

#ask #spirit of the west #I don't know how much that answers #I'm also in a weird place geographically and my thoughts are scattered #but always happy for asks regardless

[ironflowerflower2008]

Madara Uchiha x reader

Warning ⚠️:- teen age marriage, arrange/forced marriage, soft virginal sex, Pregnancy, very innocent reader

Please if you are not comfortable then don't read. Bye love you

You were forced to marry the Uchiha leader as his father and your father has arranged it he was very older then 4 years difference. you were 16 while he was 20.

You were very innocent. Your father only wanted money. So they give you to the Uchiha's. You hated them even tho they are your clan's best friend but you hated them and now fate has been sealed by them.

..........................•~•..............................

You were sitting in your wedding gown waiting for your husband who you hated very much. And you hear foot steps. He is very handsome. "sleep on the floor" he said and throwing you on the floor with one hand.

You looked at him angrily. 'so rude' Well you can't do anything about it. One thing about what your mother tell you "do as he says ".

It was very uncomfortable but you have to sleep as your husband says and then raining started and then thunderstorms. You have slept but then you heard thunder voice making you run to bed.

You go up on the bed and You hug Madara very tightly he was awaken up no doubt and knew that you were scared but still asked "what happened y/n? " he said in a very deep voice. "I-I-I am S-Scared of Thunder. P-please when rain will stop I promise I will go on the floor"

He sigh wrapping his arms around me protectively chuckling. You accidentally touch his private part. " I am sorry I am sorry. I didn't mean to do that" he looked at you angrily and grab your hair but quickly loose his grip when he sees you in pain and he realized he is not like his father.

He get on top of you " how old are you ? " It was hurting you he was very heavy... of course he will be. " Please it's hurting you are heavy" he get up and sit beside me and I also get up and sit facing him " now answer me.

" 16 " he looked at you shockingly with mouth hung opened " WHAT ? You are really 16 YEAR OLD " you nodded "how will you carry my heir Uchiha heir you are so young to be pregnant and weak uchiha child is really strong to be carried" he looked at you. You were looking at him dumbfounded 'what is he talking about?'.

" don't tell me you don't know anything about sex and how babies are made? " you have heard that word for the first time. You shake your head. He grab his forehead.

" what you know about babies " " they come from a fairy " he started to hit head on bed in frustration you tried to stop and then thunder happened so you quickly go to him. He sigh and look at her as she was so small " looks like I have to show you now "

He came close to your face and grab your neck with his large hand making more closer and kissed you. You have never kissed anyone.He then grab you easily making you sit on his lap.His and your face movie in sync. He broke the kiss.

"Remember it will hurt" laying you on bed. He kissed you again now you courage your self and kissed him back even tho didn't know how to kiss someone.

He then go to kiss your neck and found a sensitive spot. You get ghoosbumps and couldn't hold the sound that left your mouth he suck to it. He grab the ribbon but you grabbed his hand " why are taking my clothes off"

He came close to your ear " it is a part of making a baby" he put your hand away and take your clothes off. You look away in embarrassment you feel awkward to be naked Infront of someone and was insecure about your body.

" you are beautiful Don't be embarrassed" he was also take off his clothes quickly and naked he put his hand on your mouth " grab the sheets " you then felt so much pain in your lower area. Madara knew he is big and it will be hard to get inside of her.

You wanted to scream but you can't because of the hand your mouth only muffling sound was coming out of our mouth. You felt liquid running down. It was blood.

When he finally was inside he lift his hand from your mouth. You were crying looking at him. He wipe your tears and kiss ever tear.

" it's okay but I have to do this today or tomorrow" " I didn't k-knew i-it h-urt thi-ss m-much " he kissed your lips softly and connect your forehead to his. He started to move slowly and you feel pain but after a while it was a new feeling... pleasure feeling...

When he started to move. Your mouth leave a sound 'ahh'. Madara started to move fastly when he knew your Virginia is stretch. You were moaning mess.

Madara was close so you were. It was a forgein feeling. You were moaning mess. Madara came three times in your lower area.

Madara finally cum third time. He collapse on your body "you were so fucking tight". You both were breathing heavily. He kissed your neck then take nipples. " ahhh Madara please I-I-I am t-tired"

"like I would care" he keep sucking your nipples finally he was also exhausted he lay beside. You tears were running down your eyes.

Madara sees it and regret her turn to you and hug you while putting sheet upon both of you. "You are so beautiful" Madara whisper in your ear.

You smile at him. He smile back and kiss you you again blushed "this blush look so cute on your face. What if our child have this cute blush..."

Two weeks later~

Izuna,Madara mom and father were having breakfast. When Madara and you came and sit on your table. "I don't know when will I have the news from you that I am going to be grandmother and you should give me a boy or I will make Madara marry another woman." Madara glare at his mother. You held his hand.

"I will try to...." you said in a very low voice as you never said anything loudly not Infront anyone not even your husband. "Brother did the war stopped?" Izuna said changing the topic.

"don't say lame things izuna it will never stop and we will always be the strongest" Madara was going to say but his father stopped him by saying that.

Y/n wasn't feeling good as she was going to vomit as she was feeling nauseous. She quickly stand up and run towards bathroom. Madara get up and run after his little wife.

"Y/n did you eat something? Are you okay now? feeling better" Madara said in a very worried tone. You look at him with a small smile she put her small hand on his face "I found out..... Yesterday 'I am pregnant' the doctor said but where is the child" you said in a very low tone.

Madara smiled and put his hand on her stomach "here" "but how the child os staying their babies are big right?" Madara smiled "you will know soon" and helped her get up to brush her teeth. As she finish brushing her teeth. Madara slam his lips on yours and you wrap her legs around his waist. He put on sink.

You both do make out session that you learn from your husband."you don't know how much happy I am... I just hope it will be a boy..." Madara wasn't saying this because he doesn't want the daughter he will love his daughter no matter what but.....

His father won't as there parents always give superiority to a boy. As Madara sister that is dead now. His father don't even held her funeral just buried her not even caring to tell the brothers they found out on there own.

"don't worry it will be a boy".... They both go to tell them the happy news. "Better be a boy daughter-in-law" Madara father said in a harsh tone.

"IT'S NOT IN HER HAND FATHER be happy that she actually get pregnant otherwise you know how I am" Madara said in a very loud voice which surprised his mother a father. Y/n was standing behind Madara protective figure...

"Madara don't forget your manners" Madara grab your hand and take you to there room. "You haven't eat anything please let me bring you something madara".

"I am not hungry. My hunger is already killed by them" you leave his hand "I am sorry I wish I was a good wife" Madara eyes soften. "You didn't do anything love, you are fulfilling your duty" Madara smiled at her and kisses her lips softly...

[candyskiez]

Hi!!! 💖

6, 10, and 16 for your TOH ask game! 🦉

6: Hmmm. I got two! Willow and Boscha. And the Collector actually, so uh. Three. Look. Just just listen man just listen.

Willow, ngl, was boring for a while but For the Future sold me so hard on her and idc what y'all say. And context makes her so so much better ohhh my god. Because I started thinking. Ohhh she thinks her "old self", her old weakness her old personality is some curse that's coming back to ruin her and haunt her. She tries to kill every bit of the old her that lost Amity, that couldn't fend for herself that nobody liked or wanted. Because things only started getting better for her once she proved she could be strong, so of course her take away was that nobody loved her if she wasn't. She already lost her dads and she can't afford for everyone to stop loving her now, she can't afford to be weak anymore. Everyone loves her now. She needs to be the person they love. She needs to kill that weakness she needs to get rid of it needs to rip it out or everyone will LEAVE. God. I love her.

Boscha...admittedly. Mostly because of some very good fics. A fic that went into the idea of her teaching one of her friends to bully and be stronger. Toughen them up because nobody bullies the bullies, they were freshly traumatized and if she didn't get stronger they'd be a target. It made her so INTERESTING. And other fics that started selling me on the idea of her being attracted to Amity and the fucked up ways that could manifest. In one she'd dated a guy just to see how Amity would react, curious. And when he'd dumped her, Amity had dropped everything to comfort her. Boscha needs Amity to be that girl, her right hand, needs that dynamic because it makes her feel good about herself. She likes Amity so so much so WHY won't Amity LOOK at her. Why does Amity get to be fine WITHOUT HER. For the future once again made her very interesting to me I know y'all don't like it but. Idk man I like boschamity idk what to tell you. Love loses!

The Collector: OH BOY. Ngl I hated him at first. He was so annoying and boring to me? I didn't get the appeal at all. Didn't understand WHY everyone loved him. Then, once again, for the future happened and I just went 👁️👁️ and then watching and dreaming happened and I went oh okay fine he's cool. There's just. Something compelling to me about this child who has no role models whatsoever, who's been completely desensitized to the concept of death and horrible things because he's known them as just reversible punishments. And just the fact that he thought the archivists are the only one who can permanently get rid of someone. His reaction to Luz dying just....man. It sold me on him. But the just.. man. The scenes with him and King in ftf were so good too. Combination of "he's just a kid!!!" and "God. Poor fucking king." Done WONDERFULLY and I love him. I love himmmm okay fine Dana you sold me on them. I love them. I'm not immune to tiny god who has no idea what death is.

ONTO THE NEXT INE. FINALLY....

10: Oooo self indulgence. Honestly. In my very self indulgent way. I would've fucking loved a mentor episode. I have so so so much lore for the mentor but like. Almost none of it I'd actually logically put in the show. With that being said GOD it's fun to imagine it being a major thing in the background slowly building up and being really really important. I love the mentor I love the mentor I am weak man

16. The titan showing Luz the glyphs. Y'all, Philip was an unreliable narrator. Luz wasn't being shown them, and Philip wasn't hidden from them. Philip screamed at and attacked everyone he met. Philip viewed the isles as Evil and wanted nothing to do with it for years. Of course Luz discovered them so fast, she was actively looking for them the entire time she was in the isles! That's not Papa Titan showing her them. That's all Luz. Give the girl credit y'all.

#toh spoilers #owl house spoilers #the owl house spoilers #the owl house #toh #owl house

[because-she-goes]

hebe’s demise

warnings: alcoholism, drug use (coke, pills), sexual themes, hospitals, mentions of death, angst i guess, substance abuse

The vodka burned her throat on its way down, but she liked the pain, the sting. She believed it made her feel alive, young, free. A 16 year old running around with her friends at night, having older men buy them fruity, headache-inducing drinks. Her head began to feel light and floaty, she reached for the nearest body kissing them hungrily. She feels her skin set fire and suddenly the high begins. Running down the street, screaming and laughing at top volume. She feels out of her mind and she loves it, finally awoken from her anxious slumber and now open to her confident self. The one who would fuck anything with a pulse as long as they were within arms reach. The one who would happily do white powder off of a college boys’ dirty sink. The one who would then destroy that college boy, making him wish he were dead. She was a wild thing and untameable. Falling over herself, ending up at the NYU ER again, having to get her stomach pumped again. Alcohol filled her veins and blood soaked in ecstasy. Waking up the following day, rinse and repeat. Mondays were always the worst, having to sit in her calculus class in the itchy uniform and act as if she wasn’t still high from the molly her friend had given her not even 8 hours ago. School days would tick by, she would go home to her parents and hide in her room. Luckily they didn't ask too many questions. Just a quiet understanding that their only daughter was on a freeway to death.

At 17, she now would go out every night regardless of school. Grades were decent enough and she was naturally bright. At 17, she was now going to Fordham and having the senior boys sell her the strongest coke she could get her hands on for $50. It was bliss. The white powder hitting a fast forward on her life, skipping past all the boring bits and canceling out her voice of reason. This is when she became known within her friend group as Nora the Knockout. She had to admit, she was fucking hot. Slim waist, decent shape, good style and the cool girl attitude all the guys seemed to like. In this world, she wasn't the lit class nerd or whatever else they called her. No, in this new world of sex and drugs and club promoters grabbing her ass here and there, she was a princess. She at this point had a body count nearing the 60s, not that she knew who any of those people were. She would chew ‘em and spit them out the next morning - leaving them like a ghost in the night. By this point, she had also been roofied so many times she couldn't even count, a regular at the Columbia University ER. She now had a joke with a young internal medicine student who worked there that she should get a “buy 10 stomach pumps, get the next one free” card. They knew she was coming in because they would call it a code Nor'easter over the EMS intercom to the dispatcher. The same young doctor seeing her each and every time, now on a first name basis with her. “Hi again Nora!” “Hi again Dave!” Her parents didn't even bother coming to the hospital anymore, knowing she’d be okay and plus she got the frequent flier discount. She would then later find out that while she was incapacitated and incoherent, the young Dr. would call her mom and give her updates saying Nora wasn't fine, that she had the liver of a 40 year old, that she ingested somewhere near 10 grams of coke and a liter of vodka that evening. That if Nora didn't change quickly, she wouldn't make it past 35. She rarely went home now, she loved her parents, but everytime she went home she would get the shpeel of not wasting her young years and being smart w/ her body and her health. They understood she was artistically gifted, her prose as a 17 year old already more eloquent and developed than some of the stuff her mom edited. Her sketches being comparable to that of an early Kollwitz. Yet, young Nora refused to see it, to acknowledge it. Only wanting to feed the animal, the id inside of her, the one who would ask grown men to do vile things to her body. Her only interest was to keep that monster within her pleased and not let it starve - afraid of the withdrawals and aftershocks. Too weak to handle it, too weak to go through them only to relapse, too weak to deal with the repercussions of her actions.

By age 18, she had realized the severity of her actions, how now without the coke or the ecstasy or acid she felt raw and vulnerable and like a baby deer learning to walk. Without something in her system, she felt like a void. She felt like a zombie, like a shell of herself. At this point, she had admitted to herself that she was no longer in control of herself, her actions, her thoughts… none of it. All of her friends were still using, now moving onto horse and darker shit like that. That is where her boundary was. Pills and coke sure, but anything she had to self-inject was off limits. It was at age 18, in her senior class that she was permitted to take the coveted AP Art Studio class w/ Ms. Glicks everyone who came before her raved about. She couldn't wait. That semester was when Nora became the one and only Astoria High’s Nora Downey. Ms. Glicks educated her about all her interests, and favorite periods of art. Ms. G was like a textbook and Nora loved picking her brain or going in the studio during free periods to work. Now, not fully clean, but having the strength to kick pills cold-turkey Nora was named the school’s recipient for Best Senior Artist. Her display at the school’s annual spring show being leagues above anything her colleagues completed over the 6 months. It was at that moment, of seeing how receptive people were to her work and how it moved people, that she realized she could make a living out of this. That her future in art was very bright, as long as she could get fully clean. That next month or so before graduation, Nora and her parents made an agreement that she would get clean of everything if she could seriously pursue art in college, if she could go to an art school. They’re only stipulation being the school be located here in the city so they could keep an eye on her. She agreed, signed her name on the napkin her dad wrote up the contract on at the diner they all went to every Sunday. It was the greatest life choice and easiest decision she has ever made. She could never thank her parents more for their patience and support and letting her come to her own conclusions before shit hit the fan. She could never thank them enough for having her back and allowing her to go to art school. She could never thank them enough for supporting her during the nasty withdrawals, the phone calls home from rehab and the crying in the middle of the night. She could never thank them enough for saving her life.

#Spotify #matty healy #the 1975 #drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #angst maybe? idrk #ny som

[rogueddie]

Omg!!! 21 tattoos!! That's amazing I'm so jealous and so happy for you at the same time. I've also watched waaaay too many tattoo tours but it's just so cool and fun and easy way to obsess over tattoos and I'm happy I'm not the only one doing that. I'm curious, do you have a preferred style? Like, neo-traditional, old school, blackwork, fine-line, realistic, sketch (that's not an official style, I think, that's just what I call tattoos that take on a more drawing-like look because I don't know if it has a name) etc. Or are you someone who doesn't look at styles but just focus on the tattoo you're going to get?

When I got my first tattoo I preferred fine-line and sketch-like styles (That look like drawings) and I didn't really care about or looked into the specific styles, I just picked the tattoo shop from reviews and the way I liked their website was presented. But now, 5 years after my first one I actually really really love old school and neo-traditional (Which is funny because I couldn't stand old school 5 years ago and now I'm in love with it, though I haven't got a tattoo in that style yet)

The leg Hermes staff tattoo you described sounds so cool!

Yes! You can ask about my tattoos. As I said, I only have 4 which is a major bummer. The first one I got is just the word "Hope" written in cursive, nestled in one side of my hip where I cut myself for a period of time. When I turned 18 I'd just come out of a really rough time of my life, a really hard year where I relapsed on self-harm, so when I managed to stop again and I started feeling better, I got the word Hope as my first tattoo because it felt right and as something to hold onto if things went bad again (I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo since I was 16). The word was made too small though so it doesn't really look that nice anymore. But that's okay, I don't need it for the purpose I got it for anymore

I have a gymnastics pose in fine-line on my upper arm. The lines all look like they were drawn in one continuous, never-ending line so there are a lot of swoops. Like a drawing in cursive, if you can describe it like that. Then I have a typewriter on my forearm, which I got made last August. And my latest one, which was made through several sessions throughout september-november-december is a Phoenix half-sleeve. It ends by my elbow where there's a peony (directly on top of my elbow, which was a fun experience). It's absolutely my favourite one. It's big and cool and epic. Made in Japanese style. It's basically an homage to my identity as a trans and nonbinary person. I call him Felix (phelix, if I'm feeling punny). I felt like he ought to have a name since he's a creature. And it's a he/him even though hes a representation of my trans identity and my gender identity is 100% agender (no gender, none whatsoever). I hope to get the half-sleeve into a full sleeve sometime in the future

- tattoo anon 🦇

I think the only preference I really have is for the patchwork sleeve look. I do try to keep things consistent though; my left arm and leg are all traditional/neo-traditional, but my right arm is a little chaotic, less tattoo style and more aesthetic (mostly solid blackwork).

The Hermes staff tatt is definitely a cooler than I can make it sound, it's the best idea I've ever came up with and my artist made it even better. It's based on the version of the myth where Hermes finds two snakes fighting and stops them by putting his staff between them.

Your tattoos sound really cool! Especially the phoenix, that sounds SO good! And the gymnast one too; I know exactly what you mean by a drawing in cursive, they always look beautiful.

#ask

[septemberrie]

Hi! I saw that post you reblogged about Saul and Sky, I always thought Saul painted Andreas as a hero to Sky because of the guilt he felt for what happened, and to protect Sky from the truth. Now I wonder if another reason was to give Sky the father/hero figure that Saul himself couldn't bring himself to be. It was a way to let the memory of Andreas occupy the whole in Sky's life where a father should be, a place that Saul didn't think himself worthy of. But no matter how much Saul loves Sky, he keeps a certain distance, and no matter how much he tries to keep Andreas' memory alive, the whole hasn't been filled. If anything, Saul turned Andreas into a heavy weight on Sky's shoulders, and a long shadow that both of them live under 😔

Ohhh I like this take! I mean I hate it but I love it 😅 Because it's a cop-out, right? If Andreas is Father Of The Year for 16 years running, then Saul always has an excuse to hold back. He doesn't have to take that final leap and really step into the role of Sky's father. And yes, maybe it's because he's guilty and thinks he can't really be that amazing father he wants Sky to have, but it's still unfair to Sky to not at least commit himself fully to trying.

I live in the space of Saul's guilt being what drives every part of him (call it the 18 years of catholic school education in me lol). No matter how you spin it, he done fucked up. Andreas, Aster Dell, lying to Sky. He's a walking contradiction because he does all these things to alleviate his guilt but not the one thing that would actually absolve him, which is tell the truth and ask Sky for forgiveness!!! (when Sky is old enough to understand of course).

It's very much a "cool motive! Still murder" but listen, that's why I love him. It's so human, to try to protect the ones you love by shielding them from the darker sides of yourself. Ben does it to Terra and it directly leads to Sam being attacked by a Burned One. Farah isn't up front about the truth to Bloom, precipitating Rosalind's return and *gestures vaguely* everything. Saul does it to Sky up until that last night and left Sky clinging for something to hold onto (and finds it in Bloom, the qts). They're covering up Rosalind's sins with their own!! And I LIVE for the drama and angst of it all.

I have written a fair amount of fic about the sky-high reputation that Saul built for Sky to never live up to. Because Sky is a self-described fixer. He has to have everyone get along and be happy at the expense of his own. And then, ahhhh it's only a short hop to assume that Saul spent Sky's childhood saying "well Andreas spent three hours a day practicing left feints, but I guess it's okay if you only spent two" and that's so fucked up! That wears so much on a person. How could Sky possibly live up to a version of his father that he mostly/only knows from Saul, when Saul himself is the one to exaggerate Andreas' accomplishments and character??

And it's all so verrrry complicated because you can see the love & affection Saul has for Sky. He's proud of the kid he's become. He's impressed that Sky is a good fighter and in their last S1 scene he (admittedly v halfheartedly) explains that he lied because it was for Sky's benefit. But it's like @skloomdumpster pointed out in another ask. Love is respect, and Saul didn't respect Sky enough to trust him with the truth until it was too late. Now Saul's out of commission in jail, Andreas is with Sky and can say "are you going to believe Saul, the lying liar, or are you going to trust me, your actual father [who abandoned you for 16 years 🤷‍♂️]?"

AND THAT'S THEIR TRAGEDY AND I LOVE IT!!!

#oops turned this into another tirade about why i love the beautiful disaster that is this show #and ahem saul silva #it's my brand™ #fate the winx saga #coffeecat22 #asks #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon