#also--once again: working through my asks now that I'm not dead tired so you can expect several today ig lmao

[emblazons]

Hi! I started following you recently, i love your ST analysis posts 💙 some of them have made me believe more in Byler endgame (I'm one of those people who have been "hurt" too many times) and for that i thank you.

I just read your post where you talk about why Will was sidelined in s3 and it makes so much sense. Do you think they also used that sidelining to highlight how alienated he felt during the season? It wouldn't be the first time they get meta in the show itself.

This is so kind of you to say @izzymeadows! As someone who definitely walked into "byler analysis" as a skeptic, I'm glad to hear it. If me trying to parse out what's going on in this show helps someone else's understanding of it too, I've done my (proverbial) job!

Note: for everyone else, the post referred to in this ask is here.

To your question, though: I do think that the story itself made Will "fade into the background" as a sense that he himself feels that way because of how his friends are acting, in addition to how he's just now realizing he is gay (as he's been made fun of for all his life)—its why we get these little scenes too (ones focused on Will, iconically enough) showing us that he himself feels left behind—

—why he eventually comes to a point where he believes DnD (which are inherently/thematically tied to his relationship with Mike) and his ever-growing romantic feelings can't take precedence the way he once hoped they would—

—and why the theme of him pushing other people (see: Mike) into this painful new "maturity" (despite Mike not actually wanting a push toward "responsibility" OR El from Will) gets explored in S4—

—especially given how he both shrinks back in his hopes for relationship with Mike (even though they're still painful for him) until Mike himself says he wants it back...and even has a wardrobe that makes him "blend into the background" (I know people have done several analyses on this, so if you have one to link, please do).

Now: that isn't to say that Will is happy about any of this; he still wants to hold onto his "childish" interests and be openly in love with Mike in his heart of hearts—he just thinks those things are impossible, and so tries (and repeatedly fails lmao) to let them go.

So, to your point: yes, I think that Will being "pushed back" or "sidelined" in the story is a meta function of the narrative in that Will himself is pushing himself back in order to manage his own expectations, so as not to hurt himself believing he might get something the rain fight made him feel like he was foolish and/or immature for wanting.

Will moved back from the forefront of the story because HE believes that people don't get what they want and have to be forced to "grow up" and settle for things other than what they want (like much of the GA seems to think as well lmfao). Ironically enough though...the war between these things in Will (and Mike) is inherent to the themes The Duffers are exploring in the story—and given what we know about their value system...

...I'd put money on the fact that Will's defeatism is going to be 'proved wrong' as we conclude his "coming of age" and the story come S5.

I hope that answers your question! And thanks again for the vote of confidence (and the ask)! :)

#byler #will byers #Will is absolutely gonna win the final storyline lol I can't believe people don't know an underdog story when they see one. EVEN FINN KNOWS #anyway. hope that explained...any of your question lmao there were like 40 tangents I could have made here lol #also--once again: working through my asks now that I'm not dead tired so you can expect several today ig lmao #asks #my st commentary

[lazycats-stuff]

I'd like to request batfam x male reader, who crotchets a lot. He has some medical issues, so he doesn't go on patrol, he helps out with information gathering though.

When Damian got added to the strays, the reader tried being a good older brother, and he crochets him a little stuffed animal for him as a welcome gift. Everyone in the family has one, even Alfred. Let's say, Damian had a bad day, and coincidentally the reader just finished the crochet animal and goes to his room to give it to Damian. Damian snaps and destroys the stuffed animal in front of the reader, also saying some pretty hurtful stuff. The reader cries because it took a lot of time to male it. You can end it however you want

Take your time <3

Sure. Oh Damian is so dead. Nobody messes with (Y/N).

Summary: Damian messes with the wrong brother.

Warnings: angst, fluff, reader is a sweetheart, everyone loves the reader, unspecified medical problems...

(Y/N) sometimes envied his brothers. If it weren't for his medical problems, he would have been out and running, fighting crimes. But he was still happy with his position as Oracle number two, helping Alfred out when it came to patrol and information gathering.

" Can I get you some more tea, master (Y/N)? " Alfred asked him, standing up.

" Please do. " (Y/N) said, giving Alfred his favorite mug.

(Y/N) turned his head back to the computer, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, putting his hand over his mouth.

" Tired? " Alfred asked as he poured some tea.

" A little bit. " (Y/N) answered.

" Guys, we need access to GCPD data base. " Bruce said through the comms.

" You have an access to it, why do we have to? " (Y/N) asked, confused. Alfred came back with tea, also confused.

" Something is jamming the access. " Bruce explained further. (Y/N) put the tea aside, trying to get into the said database.

" Hmm. Something is happening with the network. It's down... " (Y/N) said, confused.

" I would go to GCPD and check it out. " (Y/N) said, taking his tea.

" Alright, will do. "

With that, it was quiet and they knew that this was in one way or another it for the night. (Y/N) glanced at the crocheted bat he made for Bruce.

(Y/N) had a little bit of tradition for everybody. He makes little stuffed animals. Every single member has one, even Alfred. He would make it for everyone who would come into the family, just to feel welcome.

And it did work. It made all of them feel nice and welcoming. And it made them like (Y/N) and it made everyone more protective of (Y/N). Jason took the number one spot at the amount of protectiveness he had for (Y/N).

Everything changed when Bruce announced he had a biological son. With Talia al Ghul. (Y/N) didn't know what to think about it. Bruce was always saying to use protection, so how did it happen? As a playboy, you are supposed to be a careful person when it comes to sex.

" I'm sorry, how did Damian happen? You are usually the one telling us to watch ourselves, you know, use protection amongst other things. " (Y/N) asked, taking a sip of his tea.

" Talia spiked my drink. " Bruce said, making Jason snort. (Y/N) smacked him on the arm.

" I'm sorry, but how didn't you notice it? " Jason questioned, trying not to lose control again.

" Jason not now. Damian is in the cave, Alfred is going to bring him up. Please be nice. " Bruce said, sighing as he heard Alfred coming.

Everyone turned their heads to see Alfred walking in with a small boy with green eyes and who eerily looked like Bruce at that age. (Y/N) knew because he saw the pictures once. Alfred showed him the photos.

" Everyone, this is master Damian. Master Damian these are master Jason, master (Y/N), master Tim and master Dick. " Alfred introduced Damian to everyone.

Damian didn't say anything, instead he turned back to Alfred to ask him to show him his room.

" I don't know about you, but this is going to be interesting. " Jason said to (Y/N).

" I think he just needs to adjust. It's never easy to come somewhere new. " (Y/N) replied, taking another sip of his tea.

" Will he get a stuffed animal too? " Jason asked, standing up.

" Yup. It's a tradition here so... " (Y/N) said, trailing off.

" If you say so. " Jason said, watching as (Y/N) took last sips of his tea before putting the mug into the sink.

" Any chance I can ask you to help me with a case? " Jason tried as they were going to their rooms.

" Nope. I need my sleep. " (Y/N) said, opening his bedroom door.

" You are mean. " Jason said, chuckling. " Good night. "

" Good night Jay. "

It has been a couple of weeks and (Y/N) finally finished up his stuffed animal for Damian. He made a Robin stuffed animal in his colors. Well, the suits color. Green and red with a R to symbolize the Robin. He was happy with his creation and was now actively looking for Damian.

What (Y/N) didn't know however, was the fact that Damian had a very bad day. To put it bluntly, everything went to shit. Absolutely everything that Damian had planned went to shit. Absolutely everything and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.

Coincidently, (Y/N) decided to gift the stuffed animal to Damian. He knocked on Damian's door, entering after hearing a harsh what. (Y/N) entered the room, holding his bird in his hands.

" So, we have a tradition here where I make newcomers stuffed animals. So here is yours. "

" I don't need that right now! And I don't need something from someone so worthless to the family! " He yelled grabbing the stuffed bird, ripping it apart.

(Y/N) was heartbroken. He slowly stepped out, closing the door before he started crying in the hall.

" (Y/N), what's wrong?! " Jason asked, confused. He just came from the dining room and seeing his favorite brother sad was something that should be illegal. (Y/N) shook his head, running to his room and slamming the door shut.

Jason scowled, wondering what made (Y/N) upset. Well, who made him upset... He looked at Damian's door and went there. He opened the door and his eyes feel down onto the remains of (Y/N)'s stuffed animal. He looked up at Damian before he jumped at him.

The two started fighting. Jason was blinded with anger and rage, punching wherever he could. Bruce heard the commotion and when he saw what was happening, he had to tear Jason off of Damian.

It was difficult to separate them, but once he did, he was pissed. Beyond angry.

" WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! " Bruce yelled, mad now.

" He took (Y/N)'s animal and tore it apart! He is heartbroken! You didn't saw him when he started crying! " Jason yelled back, face bloody. The kid can definitely punch.

" Out. I will talk to Damian. " Bruce said calmly. Jason wiped his nose, going straight to the bathroom in his room to clean it up.

He can't allow his brother to see him bloody. He really can't. He washed his face and once he made sure that he has stopped the bleeding, he went to (Y/N)'s room. He opened the door and his heart broke.

(Y/N) was still crying on the bed, curled into a fetal position.

" Oh (Y/N)... Come here. " Jason said softly. (Y/N) sniffed and turned to face Jason. Jason sat down on the edge. (Y/N) moved closer and put his head in Jason's lap.

" Why did he do that? I just tried to be nice... " (Y/N) asked and Jason gently scratched (Y/N)'s scalp.

" I know that. Damian is just Damian... " Jason said, knowing that (Y/N) doesn't like when they are talking negatively about Damian. Or any of them.

Jason stayed like that for a couple of hours and (Y/N) fell asleep during that. Jason didn't mind, but he had to move. He gently put (Y/N)'s head on a pillow. He covered him and left the room.

He didn't expect to see Damian in the hall.

" What do you want? " Jason asked quietly, not to disturb (Y/N).

" I wanted to... Apologize. "

" Did Bruce make you do that? " Jason said, not believing a single word that came out of Damian's mouth.

" No. I just had a bad day and I let it out on the wrong person. " Damian said, meaning every word of it.

" Well, don't wake him up now. You know, everyone has a stuffed animal made by (Y/N). Even Alfred. " Jason said. " Bruce has one near the Batcomputer and sometimes takes it with him somewhere important. He took it to outer space once. " Jason wasn't sure why he was telling that to Damian, but it felt important that he knows. " Again, don't wake him up. " Jason said, leaving Damian.

Damian had no plans on doing it.

#batfamily x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #batkids #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader

[naompspsps]

How they would act when you fall asleep on their shoulder Pt. 7

Part 6 (Ortho, Deuce, Jade)

Summary: You had a long morning, and you didn't even get enough sleep so now you are very tired, But sitting with them in the courtyard during lunch break, while they talk you find yourself falling asleep, your head on their shoulder.

Ft. Ruggie, Rook & Jack x GN!Reader [Seperate]

A/n: What happens if you fall off the well in the courtyard?? Just a question im genuinely concerned.

Rook being rook; calling you french names, Jack being his normal tsundere self, You teasing the ghosts out of Ruggie, Softruggiesoftruggiesoftruggie SOFT RUGGIE. Fluff<33

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Ruggie

He'd be soft, surpriseee! Ruggie's that type to soften everytime he speaks to you or if you even have eye contact with him. He can be sly, but with you around? You and your bold flirting? Dear me, He's on the ground. Either dead or on his knees like he's the man kneeling in the supremacy meme.

So if you just sleep on his shoulder, The only thing he can do is blush too hard that he has to look away. He also cares about your health, Like.. It's a really hot day in NRC, why are you sleeping while wearing your blazer?? Even he removed his blazer so how are you still surviving the heat? But as I said, You and your bold flirting would tease him alot.

"The teacher did nothing about it-" He laughs, then he suddenly stops to look at you. Oh wonderland, You usually laugh along but today you aren't. "[Name]??" He worriedly calls out. You can hear the pure concern in his voice. You doze off, about to fall forward until his reflexes kick in and catch you. One hand grasping the back of your blazer and his other forearm infront, near your shoulders "Woah, Hey now, What's goin' on with you?" He asks, gently pulling you back. You open your eyes, rubbing them and yawning. "Huh?.." You mumble quietly. "Whaddya mean 'huh'?! You almost fell forward!" Ruggie removes his hand off your blazer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"Sorry.. I just-.. Got a bit sleepy.." You yawn once again. You fix your position, laying your head on his shoulder, your hand taking Ruggie's sneakily. "Hey- What're you-" You quickly hush him. "Quiet, hun, I'm trying to sleep." His ears twitch slightly. "Hun?.." He repeats quietly, His tail wagging as he blushes. "Hey- [Name].. Maybe you should uh.. Take off your blazer? It's burnin' hot in here, Don't want cha to sweat in your sleep.." He whispers, You chuckle as your eyes kept shut. "Aw, You care about me, How sweet, But I'm alright darling, Don't worry so much." He looks away. "Forget it, Just go to sleep!" You let out a laugh. "Alright alright."

Rook

This bob-cut secretly sport french simp for not only you but the housewarden of his own dorm? He would be too happy. Start calling you french names, give your head a lil' rub, and hold your hand, his thumb tracing circles it.

His first reaction would be surprise, but then get simp mode on, and then finally back to his flamboyant personality. Like the prefect, that everyone probably has a crush on, the prettiest person alive, Is sleeping on me. Suck on that losers!

You can feel Rook's gaze on you, but you can even care less. You yawn, flipping through the pages of your book. Trying to read it, but fail. The words are so blurry.. You let out a tired sigh, closing the book and putting it aside, As you rest your head on Rook's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Just too tired.. Need something to sleep on." You softly mumble out, Rook is surprised, but that surprise turned to total realization along with blush.

"Oh no, It's most definitely alright Amour!" Rook enthusiastically replies, you let out a soft chuckle before resting, Feeling his hand on your head, rubbing it. Then he takes it off, and holds your hand, his grip is strong.. He rubs circles on your hand with his thumb, Helping you sooth to sleep. You can hear him mumbling love names in french, you've heard these words before. "Sweet dreams, Miel." Honey? Now where did that come from? You ask yourself. But you shrug it off and relax.

Jack

I smell tsundere. He'd be a tsundere about it. Based on how he really acts in the game, he's a tsundere that doesn't know how to hide it and makes the worst excuses possible. Sometimes it's good but his stutters ruin the whole excuse.

You would find the best teases possible, and it makes his tail wag, he literally does not want you to see him soften at you. But you know he's just a soft lil wolf. If you can, You would squeeze him. Be Floyd rn,

You could tell Jack was worried about you, you could just see it in his eyes. He doesn't want to ask, but who else is there to notice how you've been dropping your head and desks without flinching to a single fling of pain? Could be everyone but they just don't care, yet he does. The so called 'big bad wolf' cares about you more than any ordinary kind people but tries to be discreet with it. You write in your notebook, the writings very much bad due to your vision and mind unable to work together. You know what? To help it, You close your notebook shut with the pen still inside the notebook, and put it aside.

Your head swiftly collapses on Jack's shoulder, In which, He already looks at you. "What are you doing?" You yawn softly, your eyes automatically closing. "Just resting, You're soft.." You whisper. "A- Hey. I'm not soft." Jack crosses his arms. "I mean it in both ways. You're soft and physically soft. I can snuggle with you all day." You laugh tiredly. Jack only looks away. "I'm not soft in 'both' ways." He mumbles with a scoff. "Aw, Don't give me that attitude." You whisper, hugging his arm and finally falling asleep. That was.. Quick. Jack didn't expect you to immediately sleep. Guess you really are just tired. "Whatever." He puts his arm around you, keeping you more comfortable.

Author's end note: The savanaclaw boys are gonna kill me anytime now and it's not with a knife. WORDS. 🔥🔥 Ruggie, It's almost your birthday and i managed to save up only one 10 pull for you 😭 I mean if i include the free 10 pull for when its ur birthday then 20 pulls 😭😭

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#twisted wonderland #disney twst #gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi x yuu #rook hunt #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x yuu #jack howl #twst jack #jack howl x reader #jack howl x yuu

[tonkatsubowl]

coffee beans.

blade x trailblazer!fem!reader sfw themes (some cursing ig). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ our beloved trailblazer and blade meet up at a cafe behind everyone's backs. a little secret date.

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color

one thing you always ask yourself on the daily is...

am i a bad person?

you were a pure person at heart, being a trailblazer and all. you were sent out to different worlds and universes under the command of himeko and welt to save them and to learn more about yourself. and never once had you done anything ill-intended. you probably did some trolling here and there, but you never once did anything that was truly evil...or anything that's remotely considered as evil. you ask yourself that because you are in a relationship with blade. the man that is the archrival to dan heng, and the enemy to the astral express.

how you got here was a different story; how you fell in love, how you and blade were able to establish a relationship somehow, yet you both were considered enemies. you always told yourself that it wouldn't work out because of his association and the team that you practically live and die for.

but, in a way, kafka was getting suspicious, or she knew of it, rather. knowing kafka, she did things that she believed were best for her own sake...and perhaps yours. maybe that is why she is never truly involved in trying to separate both you and blade, but you knew if the astral express team found out, you would most likely be...well, doubted. feared. and yet, blade tells you not to worry, and if they had touched you, he would kill them all.

the worst part about that is that he was serious. dead serious.

but you sigh, looking down to your favorite drink that you ordered in a cafe located in belobog. you and blade (mostly you) decided to meet up here in the cafe for a date. you told the astral express team that you wanted to take some time away for yourself and to just relax...and also, you had some personal duties to attend you. of course, they respected your privacy.

and now here you are, trying to stop yourself from overthinking about everything. you wanted to physically slap yourself in the face to just stop these thoughts. stop overthinking so much, y/n. everything will be fine.

"overthinking again, are you?"

a familiar voice snaps you out of your own inner prison, saving from the turmoil that you would suffer from at night. your eyes dart towards the direction of the voice, feeling your shoulders relax and your body easing itself when you see the love of your life. he walks over to you, placing a hand on top of your head, his fingers gently caressing through your scalp.

"ah-" you began, "i...i guess." you murmured, looking down to the drink that blade had ordered. a black coffee, you would assume. he wasn't much of a coffee drinker, and adored tea. but when it came to you, he would want to try something similar to what you drank...but nothing too sugary. but blade can read you like an open book. if you seemed stressed, tired, sad, angry...or anything, he can read you. and he would be there for you to the best of his abilities.

he raised a brow, looking down at the drink that was in between your hands. retracting his arm from your head, he sits across from you, looking a bit sour.

"you bought a drink? you need to stop doing that and at least wait for me to buy you one," he murmurs, a quiet sigh leaving his lips, "now i really know that you are overthinking, y/n."

you huff, "look, i don't want you to spend money on me."

"too bad."

well, you couldn't exactly fight against blade's wishes. if he wanted to spoil you, he will do so regardless or not you like it.

"what are you overthinking about anyway? same stuff?" he would say, taking a sip from his black coffee.

"well...yeah." you say, slumping back against your seat.

"i'm telling you. i don't give a damn if they find out. if they hurt you because of it, then it only gives me another reason to put their hands on a silver platter. do you understand that, flower?"

and he wasn't wrong. he would hurt them. he would maul them. even if you didn't want him to do it, he would do anything in his power to ensure your safety and to kill those who try to harm you. the man is extremely protective of you, after all. never once had he shown this side to anyone else but you. you were special...and you were his. a man's treasure, pride and joy should never be touched.

you were silent, looking down to the latte heart of a cat that was destroyed from you sipping at the mug. now it was just an awkward foam that is sitting on top of the surface, staring up at you in its own shame and disgust from ruining its art.

you hear a sigh from blade as he sips once again from his black coffee, eyeing at you carefully. "anywho, i saw your 'adorable' little wanted poster here in belobog. at the walls."

he changed the subject, and that's when you smiled a bit, laughing softly to yourself. yeah, when you, dan heng and march first got here...you were chased by the silvermane knights, causing you three to get a silly portrait of wanted posters. it was quite funny, and adorable.

and best of all, blade loved hearing you laugh. but he would never admit it.

"they gave you a big nose for no reason," he said, his lips tugging to a faint smirk, "and they messed your hair up. makes me wonder if my wanted portraits are drawn by little brats, too."

your smile widens a bit, "i don't think i've ever seen a wanted poster with your face on it, but i hope you're way uglier than me in those," you tease, "maybe i should draw one and slap it here too..." then you pause, realizing you should add, "ah, right...i think they forgot to take those down. they cancelled the bounty and everything on my head after i helped this world."

"they better." his tone stiffened, freezing itself, almost threateningly.

one thing you loved about blade is that he was very protective of you. a man capable of destroying worlds and universes on his own would make anyone feel safe if he decided to ally up with you. but it was a little scary at times. but you couldn't help but admire his strength and dedication to you, anyway.

"...u-um," you began, "do you... want to go on a walk? well, i mean it's...cold outside."

blade nodded his head, standing up. he crushed the empty plastic cup in his hand, tossing it into a nearby trash can. unfortunately, you had a glass mug, so you couldn't exactly just...toss it. instead, you would leave it on the table for the baristas in the cafe to pick up.

"cold, hot. doesn't matter to me."

as long as he's with you, it didn't matter.

hiding your smile, you got up, shyly inching your hand towards his. he looked at you with a mildly puzzled look, watching as your fingers playfully inch at his own. then, he would take your hand with a sigh, looking away as he began to lead you outside of the cafe.

being hit with a cold, wintry breeze was something you would never get used to. but it seems blade was already used to fighting under extreme weathers and temperatures. the man was a killing machine, after all. a machine that was adjusted to many environments, worlds, its laws and more. you would cling to his side, holding his arm for warmth. the scent of his herbal cologne, the warm that protruded from his limb...everything about him was just so perfect. you felt so safe. you felt so...at peace.

the two of you were walking in silence, basking in each other's presence. sometimes, you two didn't always need to talk but to just enjoy each other's companies. blade took you somewhere, anywhere in the city. you both watched as the snow began to fall, as it decorated your hair like little stars sprinkled throughout the night sky. you both would stop a little food trailers, being served hot and warm foods...and of course, blade would pay for all of it. he disliked you taking in charge of everything, after all. he would rather do everything for you.

night fell, and the man finally spoke, shattering the silence that you both shared amongst each other, "don't go home yet."

you blink, your eyes darting to him with confusion and surprise. his eyes soften as he looked towards you, admiring the snowfall as he observed the beauty that was laid before him.

"give them excuse. that you're too tired to leave. stay the night here. i'll buy an inn room."

you blink. what was with this sudden change of behavior? retrieving your phone from your pocket, you look at blade with wide, curious and surprised eyes. you weren't against it, so you sent a text to the groupchat that was shared between you, dan heng, march, himeko and welt.

➜ y/n: hey, i'm a little exhausted from running errands here... i think i'll stay here for the night and come back to the express. zzz

➜ march: huh?? damn, what have you been doing?

➜ y/n: enough for my legs to scream at me

➜ welt: i'm not surprised, considering every world we go, you're always running errands. feel free to rest for the night over there. let us know if you need anything.

➜ himeko: oh geez. learn to say no to these errands sometimes, okay? you need to have some time for yourself.

➜ dan heng: rest up, y/n.

to your relief, you gave a nod to blade, assuring him that you would stay the night here in belobog. but one thing that concerned you was...

"what about kafka and silver wolf? wouldn't you need-"

"don't worry about them. they already know not to disturb me for a bit."

you blinked, letting blade rest a hand on your shoulder as he gestured you to the direction of the inn building.

"come. let's get some rest."

the rest of the night was peaceful and loving. the two of you shared each other's warmth in harmony, snuggling up in each other's arms holding each other close. you would talk away at blade's ear as he sat there in silence, listening to every word that left your lips. he listened to every story, every rant that left you, and everything that you just wanted to talk about towards blade.

the one thing you loved about blade was that you can talk his ear out about anything, and he would always listen to you in silence, and speak his thought if it was needed. never once would he show disinterest towards you. he loved hearing you talk about your day.

finally, letting out the bundle of emotions had tired you out, as well as the fun you had today with your significant other. his arms were wrapped around your waist as your were deep asleep against his chest, quietly listening to his heart beat as he protected you from everything in the universe. aeons, the supernatural...nothing would be bold enough to face a man who was capable of annihilating it all. nothing would separate you both, and best of all...

...blade wouldn't want to let go of you, ever.

as you remained deep asleep against his chest, blade's eyes were still awake, thinking about situations, future decisions and other things related to your... no, to your and blade's future. unbeknownst to you, he would most likely have to plan to get rid of the astral express team if it meant to have you as his...and his only.

your presence was everything to him.

and nothing else would matter.

unexpected yandere tendency at the end oops ♡(>ᴗ•)

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #honkai x reader #hsr blade x reader #blade x reader #honkai star rail blade x reader

[lovebillyhargrove]

Aftermath: Part 1

They are weirdly silent on the way to Harrington's house. Like .. there's so much to ask and to tell each other, Steve's got a thousand of questions, but Billy's eyes are closed and Steve isn't even sure if he's awake or not, so he just keeps to himself during the drive home.

When the camaro stops in the driveway, Billy slowly opens his eyes and looks at the house clearly having no understanding where they are.

"Hey, Hargro .. Billy, this is my place. You can stay here before we .. you know. Figure out uh .. what to do next."

Billy asks him one question

"Where are your parents?"

His voice is weak.

"They aren't home, don't worry. They are in Indianapolis right now and I'm pretty sure they're going to stay there for some time."

Steve pauses

"They are seldom here."

Billy gets out of the car and doesn't wait for Steve to give him a hand for support. They walk to the door, and once Billy is inside, he's walking into the kitchen, opens the faucet and drinks, drinks, drinks, straight from the tap, not even bothering with finding a glass.

"Can I go sleep?"

"Yes, yes of course, uhm .. in the guest room?"

"Do I have to go up the stairs?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there a couch here where I can crash?"

"Do you want to .. take a shower first?"

"Later."

"Shouldn't we at least take a look at .. some of these?"

Steve is pointing at the nasty scratches that are all over Billy's body.

"Some of them look bad."

"Leave a kit on the table here, I'll do it myself. But not now."

"Okay."

Steve shows him the way to the couch in the living room, and before he can say anything more Billy is just falling on it, and a second later he's asleep.

Steve goes upstairs and grabs a blanket and a pillow. He puts the pillow near the couch and covers Billy with the blanket.

Well. That's been quite a night.

Only now Steve understands that he's also extremely exhausted. He really wants to sleep, but he takes a shower first.

When his head touches the pillow, he's out like a light.

***

Okay, there's monster hunting and running away from the demodogs and getting almost killed by a car which comes alive when it wants, and there's going to the other dimension through a special portal in a concrete wall to bring back people who are thought to be dead.

But there are also such minor technicalities as work.

Steve's alarm goes off and he's what .. slept for an hour and a half, tops?

"Fuck my life," - he's muttering and smashing his alarm clock off the bedside table.

Maybe he can fake being sick again, but this time Keith with probably definitely fire him. And it's not that his parents are going to be nagging his ass much, but .. what is he supposed to do with all this time on his hands? Look for another dead end job? He kinda appreciates the fact that he at least works with Robin. Has someone to talk to about .. stuff.

"Uhhhhĥh shit .."

He's getting up. Memories of last night start popping up in his mind, and -

He has to check on Billy. Was it even real, maybe he's dreamed all of it???

Steve practically runs downstairs.

Hargrove is laying on the couch, in the same position Steve left him here a couple of hours ago.

Fuck, Steve can't even begin to imagine what this guy must've been through.

He quickly has a bite to eat, dresses and leaves the house.

The camaro is still standing in the driveway. It looks .. it fucking looks like a warrior. One headlight is gone (it must've been a tight fit with that portal). The rear view mirror on the same side is hanging by a thread. There are dents all over (from hitting demodogs), one tire looks flat, the windshield and practically every glass is cracked, one is actually totally smashed. There are deep scratches on the roof (the demobats, thank god they didn't have to deal with them. Well, Billy did .. deal with them for four months), so the paint is ruined. Down where the fire had got it, the paint looks cracked and molten.

Steve's gonna be late, but he has to do this: drives his beamer out of the garage and puts the camaro in.

"We gotta take you to that place again soon. I mean, not the junkyard, Old Joe's place, patch you up. Listen, I gotta go to work now, but I'll be back in the evening. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Keep an eye on Billy."

Just a usual morning, talking to the car.

Steve's getting out of the camaro and is kneeling near the tire. Yeah, definitely flat.

"And .. hey, thanks for saving our asses last night. It was .. it was .."

He can't find the word

"It was fucking glorious, and right on time and .. we owe you our lives."

He's driving his beamer to work.

***

When he comes back home, Billy is still on the couch, sleeping, but with a pillow under his head now. Steve sees a glass near the sink and understands that Hargrove had to get up at one point. Maybe he even found something to eat in the fridge.

So that's what it is for the next three days. Billy just sleeps. Waking up just to drink, have a little bite and go to the bathroom, Steve's guessing. Every evening when he comes home from work he notices little things that are different, in the kitchen and in the downstairs bathroom.

Billy sleeps.

The camaro is in the garage. Steve needs to bring it for repairs but he kinda wants Billy to see it first.

Because it looks badass. It looks like a true warrior, and there's so much meaning in every dent and every scratch.

It's torn and damaged but

It looks beautiful, and powerful, and loyal.

***

On the fifth evening Steve opens the door and hears some sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Billy? You awake?"

"Hey. Yep, I am."

Hargrove's rustling with some plastic bags in the fridge.

"Good. I mean, great! If you wait a bit, I'll actually cook us decent dinner."

Billy shuts the fridge door and turns to Steve. Shit, he's so thin. He looks better though. Much better. He must've taken a shower and washed his hair. The wounds look better as well. They still need to go to the doctor. Probably ..

"I used your toothbrush. Might wanna get a new one."

"Yeah, no problem."

Steve is getting started on dinner and Billy is sitting down at the kitchen table.

"So .. did I ever thank you for uh. For saving my ass, Harrington?"

"We actually didn't get a chance to talk. But yeah, I mean .. I couldn't ignore the message you left me, could I? What kind of person would I be if I did?"

"What message?"

"What do you mean, what message? The one on the windshield .. of your car, remember? You wrote "help me"?"

For some reason Steve's not saying the "pretty boy" part.

Billy is looking at Steve incredulously.

"I didn't write any message. I was fucking chained to a fucking mountain all that time."

Steve stops fiddling with the cooker and the pots and the pans.

"Holy hell. It must've been your car then! Fuck, it's .. Did you actually understand that your car is .. it's kinda alive now? And .. it knows things??"

"I figured something like that was up when it drove to us. I mean there was no driver."

"Hey."

Steve's looking at Billy

"Did you go see it already?"

"Where is it?"

"In my garage."

Billy is getting up and following Steve. He slides the garage door up, and there it is, all smashed up and bruised, yet so fucking beautiful.

Billy is putting his hand on the hood.

"The fuck .. baby?"

"Wha .. Huh?"

"I was talking to my car, Harrington. It's all fucked up."

"Yeah well .. I actually know a place where they'll patch her up in no time. You should've seen her after .. after .."

"After you crashed into us, Steve. I remember."

"Yeah, about that .."

"Look, I know. You don't have to tell me anything. It was .. you did what you had to do."

Steve still feels like he owes Billy an apology. He can save it. For later.

"I gotta tell you the insanest shit, Hargrove."

"I bet. I'll be there with you in a minute? I want to .. uh. Be alone here."

"Yeah, sure. Sure."

Steve's turning around and heading to the kitchen.

When does crazy stuff actually stop in this town? Lets add a car which has a mind of its own, and a dead man coming back from hell to that list. Absolutely no surprise here.

When Billy comes back and slides down on the chair quietly, Steve notices tears in his eyes. Who knew that Billy The Bully Hargrove could cry. The list of crazy just got one point longer.

Pasta is boiling, and the sauce is stewing. It's probably time to start asking those one thousand questions Steve has been dying to ask Billy. Oh, and to tell him his own story, how he almost got burnt alive by the camaro, but then they kinda became friends. At least, he hopes they're friends now.

It's gonna be a long but such a super interesting evening.

To be continued

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy's camaro fic #billy's camaro #harringrove fic

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Dear Princess - Agape Series

         ACT TWO, SCENE TWO

Song: Can You Hold Me by NF Quote: Bobby wished he knew what was going on in her head, but just like everyone else, he knew he wasn't as strong as Kasey.

A/N: Not read through, or edited. A/N 2: This piece has been in my drafts for a while, so I think it was a little rushed, but it's more of a filler chapter in a way

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Dear Princess,

I miss you, but you scared me the last time we saw one another. You scared me. Your eyes scared me because I saw the pain I caused you. You became a ghost, you become something of my own imagination. Kasey, princess, you already were dead before I did anything to you that night, I was just helping to remove all that pain you carried.

But I also helped to just simply get rid of you because you may be too good for me, but that doesn't mean someone else can have you. You're still mine. Always will be mine.

I own you now princess.

You won't know it yet, but I'm apart of you now princess – every thought, every word, everything you do will be because of me – I've broken your little mind and I now control it.

And trust me, whatever I do, won't be pretty.

You'll never going to be able to get rid of me Kasey, I'm always going to be here, always going to be lurking in the shadows, always knowing everything you're doing. But I need you to know that everything I do, everything I've done, is out of love. Kasey I love you and I will never not love you

Love from the guy who will love you the most,

Jordan

Kasey didn't know how long she was sat in her car for, she didn't know even know how long she was staring at that letter for. But she realised she missed Christmas when a message came through her phone, making it ring and vibrate on the seat next to her.

She reaches over, seeing the time was 10am, and below the time was many notifications, but the one on the top was the one that pulled her out from her thoughts.

Owen: Just wanted to tell you that I've finished my last round of immunotherapy and that my blood work and pulmonary function tests looks good. My tumour has been reduced by 73% too. Hope you had an amazing Christmas and hope I see you again soon x

Kasey sniffles, throwing her phone back to the seat and threw her head back onto the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as her hands crumbled up the letter and threw that somewhere in her car. And with a little tired sob, her hands moved to press against her eyes as she tried to mentally prepare herself for work in half an hour.

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"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"Sh-shark! Shark! A man's been attacked by a shark!"

"What beach are you on ma'am?"

"We're not on the beach! We're on the freeway!"

"LAFD. Make room!" Bobby yelled as him and his team walked through the makeshift path that the crowd of people have created.

"What the hell," both Buck and Kasey said, jaw's dropping at the sight of a shark gripping onto a man's arm. A few people were around the shark, trying to tug it off the man, but none of their efforts were doing anything for the man with the shark eating his arm.

"Tiger shark." A woman claimed with struggle. "We were transporting her for release into the wild. Truck jackknifed."

"Jaws!" Bobby yelled.

"Wrong type of shark, Cap." Kasey turned to look at him. "Jaws was a Great-White–" she trails off once she noticed the look of disbelief on her Captain's face. "Oh...right...right...get those Jaws...not –Jaws! Someone get this man some Jaws!" Kasey span on her heel to look at some of the 118 that stood behind her.

"I'm on it!" Eddie calls, running back to the fire truck to grab the piece of equipment the crew needed.

Kasey span around to look at the man who was in agony.

"Hey, at least you'll get a cool scar from this."

"Or no arm." Buck muttered as he made his way round to stand by Kasey's side, who gave him a quick glare.

"Or an arm with a cool scar."

"Are you sure you two are professionals?" The woman asked them through gritted teeth and the two younger firefighter looked down at the ground, lips pursed as they awaited their next instructions.

"How'd his arm get in there?" Chimney questioned, chewing on his gum as he hovered over the shark.

The man grunts and yells in pain. Kasey looks up from the ground and back at the incident at hand. "A really, really cool scar," she mumbles to herself.

"Diego was trying to get what water was left in our pump system. She can't breathe without it!" The man with the 'California Marine Life Centre' jacket told him, directing his eyesight to Diego – the man who had a shark attached to his arm – and Chimney who was just simply watching the sight.

"How much time does she have left?" Hen asked in concern.

"Minutes." The woman told her.

"Uh, do we wait that long or, just, you know..." Buck asked, raising the mechanic jaws up before being pushed back slightly by Bobby.

"No, no, don't kill her! She's come so far!" Diego grunted.

"All right, guys, we're gonna do this really carefully." Bobby told the crew. "All right, come on. Let's get in there."

"Can't we just put her to sleep for a little bit, then gently guide her grip off from Diego?" Kasey questioned Hen who began to shake her head.

"It's too risky." Was all Hen said, and Kasey took a step back to give the rest of her team room to use the Jaws. She felt helpless right now, but there wasn't much else she could do. If she even tried to stand nearer the group that kneeled by the shark, then she would just be in the way and could risk the whole plan.

So, she just stood a few steps back, her thumb and finger were pinching the bottom of her lip as she listened to Diego cries of agony gets mixed in with the sound of the Jaws. And ever so slowly, she watched the bloody arm that belonged to Diego get pulled out. It was covered in numerous bite marks, but Kasey knew that Diego would be happy that the shark and his arm would all be okay eventually.

And within a second of Bobby's next instruction, Kasey watched Chimney and a few others helped to lie Diego down on the stretcher. Kasey stared at the arm with wide eyes, and her fingers began to pinch her bottom lip more, and she wouldn't have cared or even noticed if it began to bleed, because the sight in front of her made her sick to the stomach – she heard incidents of stories of sharks, but she never knew she would see one of those stories right in front of her due to how rare they were – but here she was, watching a man who would rather live with one arm than let a shark die.

"Don't let her die," Diego begs. "Please."

Kasey turns around to face the fire truck, eyes narrowing at the sight where the hose was, and with a shake of her head she rushed off to grab the hose and dragged it all the way to where Bobby stood by the shark.

She wasn't going to let this shark die – Diego didn't want that – he didn't risk his entire arm for nothing.

And on a much softer setting that was similar to the pouring of a bucket, she sprayed the shark, keeping it hydrated with water whilst Bobby watched her. He watched her keep the shark alive, and he knew he had to help the shark in some other way too.

So with another order, a firefighter climbed in front of the steering wheel of the truck, whilst the other members of the team very gently bust speedily placed a harshness round the shark, and at the all clear, Kasey stopped her spraying and was replaced with the blue jacket man with his bucket. She hurriedly put the rope back before jumping into the truck, followed by Buck.

They drove off with the shark harnessed in front of them, and the crowd of people cheering them on the side.

And they drove towards the body of water they needed to be at, lowering the shark down quick into it, and everyone watched as the shark swam out of it harness and out to sea.

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"Kasey?" Bobby calls as he notices the youngest firefighter sitting on the bed she would sleep in if she ever did a full day shift. Her knees were pulled towards her chest, chin resting on top of it as she just sat in the dark. "Kasey? You're not on a full shift tonight."

"It's better than sleeping in my car again," Kasey mutters, not making one look at Bobby.

"You've been living in your car?" Bobby questioned, slowly making his way towards the girl. "Were you kicked out of your old place? Because if it's a place you needed, you know you're always welcomed–"

"No." Kasey utters, clearing her throat as she shakes her head. Her fingers moved to play with the end of her trousers. "I just can't go back there. I tried to, but every time I do, I end up in the shower, trying to wash off the blood that's not even there. Trying to wash off the feeling of him. I can't remember when I last slept either, cause that night still haunts me, no matter how many times I try to push it out of my mind; the thoughts, the sound, him, Bear...the pain....the smell...the blood... it all so haunts me."

Kasey brings her knees in closer for Bobby to sit down.

"Where is Bear now?"

"With Buck...He thinks I just wants a deeper clean of my house...which I do, but no matter how much I clean it, it still feels like it did on that night."

"Kasey," Bobby reaches forward to rub her knee.

"I'm just so terrified, Bobby. I'm always terrified. I act like I'm fine, but...but I'm scared. He knows everything, a-and that is so fucking scary." She rubs her palm over her eye as she begins to sob, and Bobby reached forwards to bring her into his arms, as if it he was creating a shield to protect her from everything. "Could you just take this pain away? It hurts, so much...help me." Her voice was so weak, so vulnerable.

Bobby was terrified too as he doesn't recall a time he has ever seen Kasey like this – she has always seemed as tough as a wall of bricks, that nothing could hurt her, but here she was, remembering that she was human and began to broke down in a man who she saw as a father.

Kasey was clutching Bobby's shoulder so hard, nails gripping in, palms steadily pushing against the clavicle, and Bobby began to wonder if it was possible for a human to break bones with their bare hands, if it was humanly possible that if they pushed hard enough his bones would snap.

Bobby didn't care though, he didn't care how many bones she may break of his, he didn't mind at all as she was the girl that he thought of as a daughter and she was crying, more like sobbing. She wouldn't stop.

Bobby believed that if she was sat in a hole in the ground then she be overflowing it by now. Her crying was deadly to hear, one of those cries that rips a heart out of one's chest, she cried as if she was in pain, and she was. She's always been in pain, suffering in the silence and this is one of the times where the bottle of emotions spilled within her, unleashing all these emotions she's been hiding from everyone.

It scared Bobby, it scared him as he has never seen Kasey like this, and he had no clue how to help her. But it was the silence that followed that scared him the most, just them two sitting in that room for three hours straight in pure silence. Bobby wished he knew what was going on in her head, but just like everyone else, he knew he wasn't as strong as Kasey.

#Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz imagines #eddie diaz fanfics #eddie diaz fanfiction #eddie diaz fics #eddie diaz one shot #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz x kasey strand #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagines #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #911 #9-1-1 #9-1-1 show #9-1-1 lone star #9-1-1 imagine #911 imagine #911 imagines #9-1-1 imagines #ryan guzman #oliver stark #blueathensfics

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2 in 1 uquizzes

Uquiz #1: What does your OC heart look like?

Uquiz #2: What does your OC path lead to?

broken, missing pieces that once were there: your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

the messenger: a creature of flesh and bones but wrong, wires wrapped around limbs and a steady ticking accompanying each step. His home is in the forest, pale trees with dark eyes, and he clutters on, his bones creaking with every step. The clock keeps on ticking, every moment a blink in the eye of the universe as the years fly by. His steps continue forevermore, an ouroboros lumbering on and on, a mechanical being made from the dead. On and on he clatters, a void that can never be filled, with bloody feet and a chittering voice.

i'd say quite fitting, but the fact the second result is titled "the messenger" definitely sent me

a tangled ball of red strings: who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

the path: the memories left behind by others, each one taking their next step along side you. Softly rustling leaves in the wind, the full moon bathing the forest in a silvery light. A beaten path between towering trees, giant shadows slinking between them. Glowing eyes staring down at you, the animals' gazes piercing right through you. The fluttering of thousand of moths, each flap of their wings accompanied by whispers and the knowledge that somewhere someone's fate has taken a new path.

I'm screaming at the actor result for Mer. OMG. the path is also ironic considering her role chosen by Joseph

molten lava and charred flesh: your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

the virus: Game Over. Try Again? Yes [ ] No [ ] I am tired [x] You are psydelic colors, no clear edges but instead just flowing into the ether, just floating somewhere in-between. You have played their games and lost, tried again and again and again but it could never be enough, no, you have been flawed from the start, always wrong wrong wrong. Aren't you tired yet? Hasn't it been enough, you have done your best but your form was never supposed to fit into the cutout they've created for you, each time you played their game you snipped parts away. And it still wasn't enough, would never be enough. Darling, don't you want to break them as they broke you? Darling dear, remember, they called you toxic and vicious, a virus they sought to eradicate. So stop playing the games you could never win and play your own, you are bright colors as a warning sign, sharp words spilling like toxic fumes from a sharp toothed mouth, you are a predator of this new age.

I am once again asking Cal to stop breaking my heart. Ooochie. The fire symbolism, the forgiveness.

Tagging @thesingularityseries @cassietrn @direwombat @strafethesesinners @madparadoxum @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @shegetsburned @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @jacobsneed @josephslittledeputy @theelderhazelnut @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @neverthesameneveranother @voidika @v0idbuggy @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @clicheantagonist and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

#okay but those results .... #especially Mercedes' #oc uquiz #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: calahan hartley #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #ocs #uquiz tag #uquiz #uquiz results #oc character #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #quiz tag #original characters #character analysis

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Just My Type – Chapter One (Jay Halstead x woc!Reader)

Word Count: 931

Chapter Summary: Y/N is called down to the ER to assist Dr. Halstead and his detective brother Jay on a case.

A/N: Welcome to my first ever series! If you want to check out the full description of Just My Type, you can click here. Not a lot happens in this chapter since it is just the introduction, but I hope you decide to stay along for the ride :)

Also! Big thank you to Resa (@resanoona) for reading over this draft! If you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter, leave a comment or message me.

"Jay, I have to warn you. The patient isn't being very responsive, I'm not sure how reliable of a witness she'll be," your co-worker, Dr. Halstead said to his brother.

"Unresponsive, how?" Jay asked.

"Well, she's awake and alert, but she's been through some trauma. It's not going to be easy for her to open up."

"Can I at least try?"

"You can, but I don't want to risk causing a mental break or an anxiety attack for her. She's been through enough."

"Will, please. Is there any other way? She's the only person who can help us solve this case," Jay pleaded.

Dr. Halstead considered their options for a minute. "I suppose we could call Dr. Y/L/N up. She specializes in trauma patients and psychological disorders."

"Do what you have to do, anything that can help me get through to this witness."

...

"Dr. Y/L/N! You're being paged down to the ER!"

The psych wing at Chicago Med had been your home for many years, so you were no stranger to the occasional call down to the ER. Because of your speciality, you were most sought out for in cases involving the police and when Dr. Charles was busy.

As you headed downstairs, you were directed to Dr. Halstead, who you saw standing next to a man with a badge. "So, I was right about the police," you thought to yourself.

"Hi, Dr. Halstead. I was told you might need some assistance with a patient?" You greeted your coworker.

"Yes, thank you for coming down on such short notice. My brother Jay here is a detective with CPD and my patient was a witness to a case his team is working on. Unfortunately, she is their sole witness, but as you can imagine, she has been through a lot of trauma and I wanted your professional opinion on how we should go about questioning her," Dr. Halstead briefed you.

You nodded your head. "Alright, where is this patient?"

Dr. Halstead led you over to a woman sleeping in a hospital bed. She looked worn out and tired, not just physically, but emotionally. After years of experience, you had come to recognize the signs of mental exhaustion in a person. Still, you opened the door to the patient's room and began your preliminary evaluation of her.

"Hello," you looked down at the chart Dr. Halstead handed you, "Kate, is it?"

The woman in front of you nodded.

"My name is Dr. Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N. I am a psychiatrist here at Med, and I understand that you have been through a lot today. What's happening right now, is your body is responding to trauma, but your mind may not be there yet. My job is to break down today's events so that you can process everything and help you begin to feel better. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Even though this woman was well into her late 20s or early 30s, you spoke to her as if she was a child. Many people respond to trauma by regressing into an earlier stage of development, i.e. childhood. You didn't want to overwhelm her with formal medical jargon in her delicate state of mind.

Once again, the patient nodded her head. You took a mental note that she was not yet responding verbally. It might take a while for her to get to that point.

"Alright. Let's begin. Can I ask you how you started the day this morning? Do you have a usual routine that you follow?"

...

"What is taking her so long?" Jay was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for you to wrap it up.

"Relax, Jay. Y/N is the best of the best, she knows what she is doing," his brother responded.

"I'm sure she does, but we've been hitting dead ends at every other lead. Do I need to remind you a dead father is involved here?"

"Look, Y/N knows what is at stake. She's worked with CPD before, this isn't her first rodeo. You just have to be patient with her."

"I'm trying my best."

"Well, so is she Jay."

As if right on cue, the door to your patient's room opened then and you walked out, preparing to bear some good news.

"Detective," you nodded at Jay, "Doctor," then nodded at your coworker, "You two are very lucky I'm good at my job. I managed to get Kate to recall to me her entire day, from start to the crime. The murder she witnessed was brutal, and I don't expect her to be fully okay for a while. However, I got what I deem to be a pretty reliable description of the offender—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jay's arms were around you. "Oh my god, you're the best." You hesitantly hugged him back while eyeing your coworker, who looked equally stunned.

"I'm sorry, I've just been so stressed about this case and there's a lot of pressure from his family to find out who killed their dad..." Jay explained, but now it was your turn to cut him off.

"Don't worry about it, it's nice to be appreciated sometimes," you gave a half smile.

"Well, next time we need a psychologist, I know who I'm calling," Jay announced.

"Oh, that won't be me. I'm a psychiatrist," you clarified.

"Okay, whatever. I take my appreciation back," he joked.

And that was the start of a budding relationship— or, you meant friendship with Jay Halstead.

You totally didn't have a thing for him. Not even a little bit.

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd fic #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #just my type fic

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I've got it. My fantasy fic. It's here:

The Crows Species(?):

Kaz = Dhamphir

Strengths: Enhanced senses and strength, ability to turn into a crow (there are four respective Dhamphir clans. One can turn into wolves, one can turn into crows (the one Kaz is descended from), one can turn into Snakes, and the others can turn into Ravens), cannot get sick through normal spread of disease (so how did Jordie die, I wonder 🙃).

Weaknesses: Unlike his distant kin he CAN go out in the day, but he will get extremely sick and can die if he is out for more than 48 hours in sunlight without a long resting period in the dark (one night cycle isn't enough).

Jesper = Mistborn

Strengths: Alomancey, essentially.

Weaknesses: Mistborn vs. Mistborn fights can and will get ugly, can be rendered powerless with Aluminum, and is blind in mist or fog.

Wylan = Baros

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Nina = Seer

Strengths: Can sense a person's general morality (kind of like "sense evil" in DND), can draw disease out of someone's blood, can speak to the dead but cannot raise them like necromancers. (Aditi was a seer).

Weaknesses: Too much drawn disease without any disposal of it will lead to sickness or death, Seer's become easily addicted to drugs that would soothe you/make you spacey because in order to read people their emotions become heightened and it gets very hard for them to function with too much use of their power, but most of them make their income through using their powers for people; Then it's just a vicious cycle.

Matthias = Thug/Pewterarm

Strengths: Ability to burn Pewter in him and enhance his physical abilities.

Weaknesses: Your typical human weakness.

Inej = Wraith

Strengths: Can go through walls and doors and windows etc., can *poof* into a shadow, doesn't make noise at night, telepathy communication.

Weaknesses: Can be killed if the body is disturbed at night in ANY WAY, can only access most of her powers at night, can't speak at night due to the "not making any sound" thing.

I'll send you a different ask for plot so you don't have a post that's a million lines long 😂

WYLAN'S ONE IS CRACKING ME UP, I-

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Okay, um, I'm looking at the rest now

Kaz as a dhampir (I can definitely spell that)! That's why his voice is so raspy! He's just fucking sick all the time because he's literally allergic to sunlight

"Kaz, do you want to maybe go back inside-"

Kaz, who's just seen Inej laughing, silhouetted by the sun, in a voice that sounds like it should be coming from a dead body: No, fuck off

Dhamphirs aren't made, are they? They're born, right? Like, from a human and a vampire? That's where they come from

Maybe Jordie was his stepbrother? Like, Jordie was fully human but then his mum hooked up with a vampire (cos you truly do only live once) and had Kaz and then both their parents DIED and then the firepox came and yeah

Idk exactly how mistborns work BUT I'm just imagining Jesper in an all-out fight with another mistborn and having, like, iron or copper or something dripping from his nose like blood. Idk if that can happen but it looks cool!

Again, also imagining Wylan chasing Jesper with a fucking broom or a lute or something like "stop stealing my experiments" while Jesper's running for his goddamn life, a beaker of one of Wylan's alloys clutched to his chest. It's so fucking funny to me. I might just be really tired

With Nina you really have thought of everything. I've got nothing else to say to that apart from OW

"Weaknesses: Your typical human weaknesses" - GET RECKT, MATTHIAS-

Inej's is perfect! I didn't consider the not being able to speak, that's really cool!

This is fucking phenomenal bestie

#lore <3 #blaize answers #lore's incredible ideas 🧠 #six of crows

[auspicious-manner]

I love your Dodge fics. Can I request a Dodge x female reader fic with the caring for the other while ill and the "I'm fine." prompts from the list?

thank you so much! i’m glad readers like you enjoy what i do. this ended up being shorter than expected, but i hope this is what you were looking for!

female reader x dodge mason

warnings: none

Burning Up

•

Y/N woke up from a good night’s rest, ready to start the day ahead of her. it was a beautiful morning. however, despite the beautiful day, she had nowhere to go, and nowhere to be. Y/N knew she couldn’t let the day go to waste; she had a good feeling about it. she decided she wanted to do something fun, so she texted her boyfriend, dodge.

“wanna do something today?” not long later, his reply came through.

“Sure. Can we stay local?”

“my parents are working all day today, so you can come over and we can lay around watching movies and eat all day long. sound good?”

“Yep. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

Y/N quickly threw on comfy clothes and waited for dodge to arrive. while she waited for his arrival, she researched what movies would be good to watch with him that day.

exactly twenty minutes later, her doorbell sounded and she opened her front door to find dodge. he was also wearing comfy clothes, but he had thick sweatpants and a hoodie on regardless of the sweltering texas summer heat that blistered on outside.

“you okay dodge?” Y/N asked as he walked through the door.

“yeah, i’m okay. why’d you ask?” dodge replied.

“you look tired. and you’re wearing clothes fit for winter in the dead of summer.”

dodge shrugged. “i was a little cold this morning.”

Y/N decided it would be best to not press him any further, and they sat together on the couch. almost immediately, dodge took a blanket and put it over him.

“what movie should we watch first?” Y/N asked, reaching for the remote. she ignored the fact that dodge was covering himself up even more than he was already covered.

“maybe titanic?” dodge suggested.

she smiled. “you knew that’s my favorite, didn’t you?” dodge nodded in response.

“oh, i almost forgot snacks,” she said, getting up and going to the kitchen. “you hungry?”

“no.”

Y/N stopped in the middle of the kitchen and looked at dodge. “you? not hungry? that’s different. what did you have to eat today in order for you to not be hungry now?”

“nothing.”

Y/N shot him a confused glare. “then what-oh, oh i know what’s wrong.” she said, going over to dodge again. she gently placed a hand on his forehead. he closed his eyes, knowing that Y/N had figured it out. “holy shit dodge, you’re burning up.”

“i swear, i’m fine. truly, i am just fine.” dodge desperately told her.

“no wonder why you’re tired, cold, have no appetite, and pale. you have a fever,” she paused. “why did you come today? if you told me you didn’t feel good, i would’ve made you stay home and rest all day.”

dodge looked up at her from his spot on the couch. “i wanted to see you. i knew having you around would make me feel better.”

Y/N softened. “i’m glad i could help. i’m going to go get you some water, you stay under that blanket and don’t move. you need all the rest you can possibly get.”

she went off into the kitchen to get dodge’s water, and she got a cup of coffee for herself.

coming back, she found dodge sprawled out on the couch, laying on his back. “here is your water.” she said, handing dodge the cup of water as he sat up. he took a few gentle sips, and set the cup down on the table in front of him. “do you need any kind of medicine?” Y/N asked him.

“the only medicine i need is you.”

“you’re quite the flatterer today, dodge.” she laid herself down next to him. she wrapped her arm around him, and he rested his head on her shoulder. “am i going to make you sick?” dodge asked her.

“if you do, that’s okay. i’d risk getting sick for you any day.”

dodge wrapped his arms around her waist as Y/N started the movie. every once in a while, she’d reach over to the table and grab dodge’s water to make him drink.

eventually, dodge asked, “how much water are you going to make me drink?”

“a lot. drinking liquids will make you feel better faster.” she responded.

about halfway through the movie, she went to give dodge his water, but he didn’t take it from her. she turned her head and saw dodge fast asleep. she giggled to herself, and went back to watching the movie. Y/N knew dodge needed his rest, so she prepared to get comfy where she was at.

right at the end of the movie, dodge woke up. he sat up, and looked around the room, dazed. “that was a great nap.”

Y/N laughed. “seemed like it. do you need anything while you’re awake?”

he gave her a small smile. “i’m capable of doing things on my own, Y/N. you don’t need to wait on me constantly because i’m sick.”

“i want to. and besides, you need the rest. just let me take care of you just this once, like you’ve always taken care of me. please?”

tiredly, dodge said, “well, when you put it like that, i guess i’ll let you take care of me this time.” he paused before continuing. “i think i’m ready to eat some food now.”

“does fruit sound good?” Y/N asked, standing up from her comfy spot on the couch.

“sure.”

Y/N prepared him a small bowl of blueberries and pineapple, and came back with them for dodge. “are you feeling any better?”

“a little bit, i just feel weak now. like all my energy has been drained.” dodge told her, snacking on blueberries and pineapple.

“that’s normal,” Y/N started. she placed her hand on dodge’s forehead again to check his temperature. “you don’t feel nearly as warm as you did earlier. your fever is going down.”

after dodge finished his blueberries and pineapple, the pair picked out their next movie: romeo and juliet.

“i guess we’re just having a very leonardo dicaprio day, right?” Y/N asked him.

dodge nodded. “not a bad choice. there are worse actors we could choose from.”

they both laid down on the couch again, and they began to watch the movie. not long into the movie, dodge began to fall asleep. Y/N also fell asleep as well, despite having caffeine in her. sadly, that caffeine never did her any good.

as both of them gradually woke up, they looked over at the tv and saw the movie had ended. at this point, the afternoon was slowly turning into evening. as they continued to come to after their nap, dodge began to sweat profusely.

“what’s happening? why am i hot and sweaty all of a sudden?” dodge asked.

Y/N laughed. “you act like you’ve never had a fever before.”

dodge glared at her, and used his most monotone voice. “i haven’t.”

she gave a surprised “oh” before answering dodge’s original questions. “your fever is breaking. those warm clothes you put on earlier are going to get real hot real fast.”

dodge considered what she said and he took off his hoodie, revealing a tank top underneath. “this feels much better.”

Y/N refilled dodge’s water, and handed it to him.

he gave her a strange glance. “why do i need to keep religiously drinking this if my fever broke?”

“your body is still getting rid of whatever bug you had, and you’re sweating. any time you sweat, you need to regain the liquid you’re losing.” Y/N told him. they sat side by side on the couch, enjoying the company of the other.

“thank you for caring for me today. you’re the best girlfriend.” dodge told her sweetly.

she blushed in return. “when you’re in pain, i am too. seeing you feel sick made me feel terrible. helping you was like helping me in a way. you deserve to have rest and have someone take care of you for a change. you’re always taking care of me.”

dodge put his arms around her, and she leaned in to give him a hug. suddenly, Y/N felt a bit nauseous, and a chill ran through her body. “uh oh.” she said.

“uh oh what?” dodge asked.

“do you think it’s possible i’m getting sick too?” Y/N asked, still in the hug.

he sighed. “looks like i’ll be taking care of you again.” dodge said, taking a sip of his water while Y/N wrapped herself in the blanket.

#mike faist #panic on prime #mike faist imagine #mike faist riff #riff x reader #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason #mike faist x reader

[imhotterthanallofyou]

As the god of stories, I take my job seriously. Today's story is

Loka Tattur

Back in ye olden days, there was this farmer, ok? And for whatever reason, he'd made a bet with a jotun. Bad idea. Then, he lost the bet. Also a bad idea. The prize? His son. ANOTHER BAD IDEA.

The jotunn says they'll be back soon, so, Mr. Farmer calls on the gods. Obviously, first, he's going to call on Odin. Makes sense right?

Odin makes an entire field of grain grow overnight, and disguises the boy as a single itty-bitty grain resting on an axe in the middle of the field. Now, for those non-farmers out there, axes don't belong in fields like this. The jotunn brushes their hand against the axe, and the boy gets scared, so Odin calls him back to him. Odin sends him back to his parents, saying the deal has been kept. NOPE.

Then Hoenir is called upon when the jotunn returns, knowing they've been deceived. Hoenir has 7 swans fly over the farm, turning the boy into a feather in the center of one of the swan's heads. The jotunn catches this swan, and tears its head off. The boy is afraid, and rightfully so, as his feather is caught in the jotun's mouth. So Hoenir calls him back, returning him to his parents, once again claiming the deal to be met.

The jotun returns again, growing increasingly frustrated. That's where I come in. The farmer calls upon me, and I don't let deals fall through. I just twist them a little bit.

So, I notice the farmer has a boat, as well as a boathouse, which gave me an idea. I tell him to fix an iron stake to the top of the inside of the doorway. I ask to borrow his boat, and I row out and drop the anchor. After trying all night, I catch a flounder, and decide to turn the child into a grain in a single roe of the fish, returning the fish to the sea. That's when I see the jotun, standing on the beach.

"Where have you been?"

FISHING, YOU DUMBASS. CAN'T YOU SEE?

But I didn't say that. I invite him over, but tell him he can only come aboard if he can get himself over here, because I'm just so tired from being up all night and can't row back to shore right now. So, he takes the bait. (haha)

He jumps into the boat, and we fish together, and while I catch nothing, he catches 3 fish, and the last one. Is the flounder. I ask to have it, becuase, y'know, I haven't caught anything all night.

He starts counting the roe, so I call the kid back, and have him sit behind me so the jotun can't see him. When we get back, I send the child to his parents, and the jotun sees. He runs after the boy, but his head slams into the spike.

He doesn't die just yet, so I decide to cut off one of his legs, hoping gravity will finish the job. Nope. The wound grows together. I try again, with the other leg. The wound also grows together.

So I try one last time, and throw a few sticks and pebbles into the gap. It works.

The child is safe, the jotun is dead.

The End

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

IVY!!! ASKIN IN THESE TWO EPISODES!!!

I am holding out a microphone towards you, asking about your current emotions because I am still so in awe. They did right by him

*takes microphone in autopilot mode* *brain loading sign playing* 

*clears throat* …yes, I-...will do my best to share a few thoughts despite (please excuse the language) having my last brain cell fuked outta my mind. I am still processing, still recovering. I definitely need to watch it again, and will probably share later opinions with signs of intelligent life form.

I have been waiting for Askin vs. Nimaiya for years. I knew watching it animated will affect me, but nothing could have prepared me for this. The few moans were expected but I was slightly shaking when he started licking the blood off his hand…. That was way more blood than the manga panels could express, the way it was flowing from his temple… 

The pharmacology 101 was cut but we got +1 victory +1 death, so I'm good. They did him justice and more.

First, Askin was not dead, even after being cut by Sayafushi twice, without any help from Yhwach. That's just Askin's default power. 

2. The moment Nimaiya falls under Askin's domain captures well the terrifying, sickening feeling of being poisoned to death, and likely monstrous spiritual pressure. A reference would be Nanao dying under Yamamoto's SP, or 1st season weak people falling to the ground in Byakuya's captain class presence. But this is a Squad 0 member we talking about here, so Askin is… something.

It's from poisoning not SP, one might say, but Askin's poison works or not, fast or slow depending on the enemy's SP. If it was higher than Askin's, he wouldn't have fallen like that.

Also, it is the same for Askin. I will never get tired of pointing it out. His enemy experiences the debilitating sickness, the excruciating pain, the feeling of dying once, but Askin feels it constantly, and its not pleasant at all. Its why he hates it. Its like not being able to cut the enemy without feeling the sword going through himself. Whatever is killing the other, he feels it himself in terrible detail, but doesn't die, it doesn't end for him.

I didn't expect to see his staff so early on but at least I got to see how he usually uses it. Mister 'I hate close/physical combat'. He might hate violence, but no one could accuse him of not being ready for it…

HE IS SO ATHLETIC!!!! He could win multiple athletic games, as we were shown… archery, running, pole vault, jumps… limbo… and more. There is so much to this man, my head is spinning. And no one suspects a thing because of his 'just some guy' deadly charm…which makes it a deadly charm. The way he was playing Tenjirou too... that jump + arrow in the back was so hot. I love when he is so deadly, efficient.

As for the final addition, of Shutara's custom made death, tailored to each character (fire for Jugram?? Hello??? And reflection for narcissistic Lille?? The very symbol of quincy/Wandenreich for Uryu?!!) I am still going insane about the iron-maiden style for Askin, you know… the famous medieval torture instrument…I-... wow! Yeah, that makes sense… imma go scream now on the roof and start smoking in the rain. Thanks.

This turned quite long, for someone that can barely tie 2 sentences atm. Thank you for your ask, I hope you enjoyed his performance!

#ivy answers #nagumoan #tybw spoilers #Askin the man that you are.... #also I don't smoke or drink but the aesth of that now...

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Life of a Spy

Chapter 2 Reveal

(The next day)

Aura was in the store restocking some shelves with more products. As usual she was bored but tried not to show it as there were many customers that day. The reason for that was it was a Friday and it was also a lunch rush so they had a lot of people on that day. However right now her mind was on the events of the previous day. She felt that what happened yesterday couldn't be real right? However it all felt so real, she felt the bullet and the car hitting her those times.

"Pardon me miss, but I'd like to ask where's the bread?" Aura heard a woman ask.

She turned around and saw a middle aged woman with a shopping cart full of groceries.

"Oh yeah it's in aisle three to your right." Aura explained in her customer service voice.

"Thank you, have a good day miss." The customer said then left to go get her bread.

"*Sigh* Man, I wish I could do something else aside from the same boring job every single day." Aura said to herself.

"I know how you feel, about the job at least, I wanna quit as well but I continue working here as it's what will help me pay for my college tuition." Pat said.

Arua looked over and saw Pat standing at the end of the aisle.

"Yeah and I'm working here cause it's the only thing that's paying my bills." Aura explained before sighing again and going back to restocking.

"Hey Once you're done they wanna go outside and take a break with me?" Pat asked.

"Sure why not, I'm feeling kinda out of it today." Aura explained. "Why's that?" Pat asked.

"Um... no reason just feeling off that's all." Aura explained.

"Okay far enough I get that way too, meet me outside in the back once you're done there." Pat said then left to go to the back.

Aura then put the rest of the items that she had on the shelf and once she was done with that she took the box in the back and threw it into the recycling. Once she was done with the recycling, Arua went outside to take a break. When she got there she saw Pat sitting on a stone wall smoking a cigarette. Aura wondered how on earth he could smoke something that stunk so badly.

She never liked the smell of cigarettes, they always made her gag everytime she caught a whiff of the smoke. However she was thankful that Pat only smoked one whenever she was around as she told him about her issues with cigarettes.

"Hey Pat, how's that cigarette treating you?" Aura asked as she walked up to the brick wall to sit on.

"Oh hey Aura, I'm almost done with this one so you don't need to worry about it." Pat said then finished it up.

He then pressed it on the brick wall and it made a little hiss sound before going out. He then tossed the bud into a nearby trash can after confirming that it was indeed out.

"So how are you doing both physically and mentally?" Pat asked.

"Mentally well, physically not so much, I'm so tired at the end of every shift." Aura explained.

"Yeah same here, I always feel so exhausted at the end of both school and my shift." Pat explained.

"Ugh I just wish I could quit working here but this is my only score of income and I don't wanna be stuck working another dead end job. That and finding a new job is a pain in the side and I need the money to keep paying my rent and food." Aura explained.

"Dam I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but I hope you'll find what you're looking for in your life Aura." Pat explained.

"Yeah me too, normally I would have my moms help but things haven't been easy for me ever since she died." Aura explained.

"Yeah I know, but hey you'll find something to do aside from this dull job." Pat said.

"I hope so as well Pat, I really do." Aura said.

Aura and Pat continued to talk for a little longer till their break was over and the two went back to work. However, Aura went to grab some more items to restock but was stopped by her boss.

"Hey Aura, I need to talk to you for a sec." Aura's boss explained.

"What is it boss?" Aura asked curiously.

"The Police came by and said that they needed to inform you of something." Auras' boss explained.

"Wait what? Oh please don't tell me It has to do with my deadbeat aunt." Aura said rather upset over the matter.

"I don't know if they didn't say what they wanted to talk to you about." Aura's boss explained. Aura sighed and followed him to his office where there were two police officers waiting for them.

"Ah you must be Aura, Martha right?" one of the officers asked.

"Yeah that's me, why do you ask anyway?" Aura asked.

"We came to tell you that your aunt was found dead." The other officers explained.

"Wait what!?" Aura asked, confused and surprised.

"She was found dead in a local park, we believe she died from an overdose as there were illegal drugs found in her system." The officer explained.

Aura stood there in shock as she never liked her aunt but hearing she was dead was still a big shock to her.

"Sorry on having to tell you this ma'am but we're just doing our job. We'll be heading out now, we wish you good luck and we'll update you on anything else that comes up." the officer explained before leaving with his partner.

After they left Aura stumbled and sat down on a nearby chair that was right beside the door. Aura's boss sat next to her and patted her back as she processed the information about her aunt. Aura hated her aunt, yes, but she was also her last remaining relative left, and hearing her suddenly pass away was still a big shock for her.

"Hey Aura are you alright?" Her Boss asked.

"I-I think so I just can't believe that my aunt is really dead. Yeah I hate her but she was still the only living relative I had left so the fact that she's gone now is a big shock for me." Aura explained.

"Hey kid it's gonna be alright, if you want you can have the rest of today and tomorrow off if you need it." Her boss offered.

"Y-Yeah I think I need that, thanks Sir, I'll go get my stuff and head home." Aura said then got up from her seat and left the office.

She went to the locker room and started changing into her regular clothes and gathered up her things and left to go home. Pat noticed Aura leaving work early and he got curious about it and decided to ask his boss about it later.

(Meanwhile with Aura)

Aura was driving to the grocery store to finally get the food she needed. Aura parked her car close to the entrance, once her car was in park she got out, closed the door and locked her car. She then went inside the store, grabbed a shopping cart, and started her shopping.

Aura got more milk, some cereal, microwaveable dinners, instant noodles, along with some apples, oranges, and bananas. After getting her food Aura went up to some of the flowers that the store had on sale and picked out a bokay of tulips. She then went up to one of the checkout lines and started scanning her items. Once she was done with that Aura paid for her items and went home for the day.

However she decided to take a scenic route to her apartment that passed by the graveyard. After a while Aura arrived at the graveyard and parked her car near the entrance. After parking Aura got out of the car and went into the graveyard with the tulips in her hands. She walked past a few gravestones and eventually found the one she was looking for.

The grave stone said "Harmony Martha died a brave noble woman."

Aura felt herself tear up as she looked on her mothers grave, she missed her mom so much and wished she was still here. Aura got on her knees and placed the tulips on the grave before hugging the stone.

Whenever Aura came here to deliver flowers to her moms grave she would always hug it as she sometimes felt her mother's presence there and could even feel her hugging her back.

"I miss you mom, I wish you were still here with me... and my aunt has passed away. I know that I hated her but it still feels shocking to me as she was the only living relative I had left. Now it's just me, but I don't know what I want to do with my life and I'm still working that dump dead end job just to pay for rent and food. I wish you were still here. You could've helped me out and I would be in a better position in society. Well at least I got this little birthday gift you left for me in the mail mom, it's very pretty and I'll guard it with my life. It's a gift from you and that makes it the most important thing in the world to me." Aura said to her moms grave as if she was still here.

Arua sighed again and sat at her mothers grave for about five minutes before getting up and heading back to her car. Aura then got back into her car and drove back to her apartment. She drove for about ten minutes and soon arrived at her apartment. Aura got out of her car and went to the trunk and popped it open. She then pulled out her grocery bags and closed the trunk.

After making sure her car was locked and her trunk was properly closed she went back to her apartment. When she walked in the building she saw her landlord in the main part of the building talking to someone else. She assumed that the person was a new tenant of the apartment as she could hear them talking about living conditions.

Aura just passed them and went back to her own apartment as she didnt feel like talking to anyone at the moment. Once she arrived at her apartment she took her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door before opening it up and going inside.

"Ugh what a day, I need some serious- what the?" Aura said as she noticed something on her kitchen table.

She put her bags on the floor and went up to her table to inspect the item. She noticed that it was a tablet and when she picked it up it turned on and scanned her face, eyes, and her thumbs that were on the screen.

Once it was done with the scans it said "Scan complete transmissioning call."

"Um, wait what?!" Aura said, scared and confused.

Then the screen turned on and Aura saw a woman who looked like she was around the same age as her mother would've been now sitting on a seat with her legs crossed and her arms.

"Hello Aura, you may call me Sam, and I knew your mother from our childhood. I also had sent you that amulet and I feel like you saw what it can do. I would like to talk to you more, one of our agents will come by and bring you to a place where we can talk more privately in an hour. If you're worried about what you need to wear don't worry you don't need to dress up just come in whatever you're wearing right now. I look forward to meeting you in person, your mother has said so much about you. With all that being said see you soon Aura." The tablet then automatically turned off and this left Aura very confused about what was going on.

"What the hell was that?" Aura asked herself confused.

She then sat down on her kitchen table and processed what just happened. However she looked over at her groceries that were still on the floor and decided to put them away and watch some TV to get her mind off what just happened.

So Aura got up and grabbed her bags and put everything in its rightful place, before going into her room and plopping down on the couch. She then grabbed the remote that sat on the small table next to the couch and turned the TV on. Aura flipped through the channels till she landed on an animated show she enjoyed and sat back to watch that.

(An hour later)

Aura was still watching TV when she heard a knock on her apartment door. Taken aback, Aura turned off the TV, got up and went up to the door to see who was there. When she opened the door she saw a well dressed man standing on the other side of the door.

"Hello, are you Aura Martha?" The man asked.

"Um yes, how did you know my name?" Aura asked.

"My employer was good friends with your mother and she told me to come by and bring you to her house." The man explained.

"How do I know that's even true?" Aura asked.

"I can't prove anything. All I can give you is my word that my boss is indeed friends with your mother." The man explained.

"... Okay just let me go grab my purse." Aura said then went back into her apartment and made sure to close and lock the door for her own safety.

Aura then grabbed her purse off of the table in the living room and got out her phone. She then dialed 911 in her phone as a safety precaution, she also got out her pepper spray and made sure that the can was full and still worked. After she was done with that Aura went back out with the man and let him know she was ready to go. The man nodded and allowed Aura to lock up her apartment and led her to his car once she was done.

The two then left the apartment building without knowing that Carlous was watching them from his own apartment. He looked at the man with a death glare as he knew who he was and where he was taking Aura. He then went back into his own apartment and locked the door behind him before getting out a walkie talkie.

"Sir bad news they came here and they now have Aura going to see her. Once she's there, there's no doubt that she'll tell Aura the truth about her mothers death." Carlous explained.

He heard a man then spit out a drink and said "What! Agh... no matter the plans remain the same, we're still getting that amulet and we're still selling Aura's body to the highest bidder."

"Understood sir, me and my men won't let you down." Carlous then cut his communications off with the man.

"Aura you better watch your back as we're coming for you and your amulet." Carlous said as he started forming a plan in his head.

(Later with Aura and the man)

Aura was sitting in the back seat of a black SUV, she felt out of place but also pretty safe. She looked outside the window and saw the city from across the ocean. That's when she realized that they had driven pretty far away from the city.

"Um where are we going?" Aura asked.

"Don't worry we're almost there, just another turn and we'll be there." The man explained.

Aura just sat back and waited for them to arrive at their destination, while she was a bit hesitant at first she now felt pretty calm about this. Soon the car stopped and Aura saw the man give something to someone outside of the car. After a second the man got it back and began driving again. Arau then looked out of the window and saw them passing by a big concrete gate.

Surprised Aura got a bit excited about where they were going, and what awaited her. The car soon stopped and the man then got out of it and let Aura out as well. Aura stepped out of the car and her jaw dropped when she saw a big fancy house.

"Wow! Just wow!" Aura said.

"Follow me, Aura, my employer will be pleased to meet you." The man said.

Aura just nodded and the man started leading her into the house to introduce her to his employer. The two then went into the main living room and their Aura saw a woman sitting on one of the chairs sipping on what Aura believes to be tea.

"Ma'am she's here just like you asked." The man said.

The woman then looked up and she smiled when she saw Aura standing there.

"Ah Aura it's so nice to see you, oh dear you look just like your mother, come take a seat my dear." The woman said.

"I'm guessing you're the woman that was in that video call on that tablet right?" Aura asked.

"Yes I am, now please take a seat there's a lot I have to tell you." Sam said.

Aura then sat down on the seat across from Sam, wondering what she had to tell her.

"So Sam um why did you want me here?" Aura asked.

"Well dear I wanted to tell you something about your mother and her job." Sam explained.

"And what about her job, she told me that she was an accountant." Aura explained.

"Well that was just a coverup, you see your mother was actually a secret agent of the Humanity Protection Agency, or HPA for short." Sam explained.

"Wait what?" Aura asked.

"Your mother was a spy for a big secret company that did everything it could to protect humanity from the most dangerous kinds of people out there." Sam explained.

Aura leaned back in her chair and held her head in her hands as the information sank in. She couldn't believe that all this time her mother was a spy for something so great. However she felt like that there was more to this than just what Sam had told her so far.

"Aura theirs also has more to this than just that." Sam said.

"What's that?" Aura asked.

"Well it's about your necklace Aura." Sam said.

"And what about it all I know is that it was a gift from my mom." Aura said.

"Well it's not just an ordinary necklace, it's an enchanted necklace." Sam explained.

"Wait what! H-How is that even possible?! And what does it do?!" Aura asked, surprised by the information.

"Well a long time ago back in ancient times, your ancestor Known as Nike had lost her husband and most of her family to raiders in her village. She prayed to the gods and goddesses to help her protect her children as they were all she had left. And so the gods enchanted her necklace and gave her the ability to see the future. Using this power she was able to protect herself and what was left of her family. As time passed and things changed, information on the amulet became more and more dangerous. Soon a very dangerous company found out about what the amulet could do and they wanted to take it for themselves. However your mother wasn't going to give it up without a fight, despite the dangers she knew it would bring to her, she decided to give it up and let you have it on your birthday. However she ended up getting captured by the company that was after it and they killed her as she didn't tell them where her amulet was." Sam explained Sadly as she looked down and griefed about her old friends lost.

When Aura heard all that she couldn't believe it. All this time she thought her mother died in an accident when in reality she was murdered by a company that wanted the very thing around her neck.

"Sam, why are you telling me this now?" Aura asked.

"Well after your mother died the company didn't want you to have the amulet as they felt that the truth would be too much for you to handle. So they tried giving the amulet to our other agents, however they soon learned that it could only work for blood relatives of your mother. So they finally decided to send it over to you, and if you wanted to have you join our forces. So Aura, what do you say? Would you like to join us, or would you like to go back to your job at the convenience store?" Sam asked.

Aura thought about this for a moment, on one hand this sounded pretty awesome and possible what she had been looking for. However on the other it was also very dangerous as what happened to her mom due to this job. Aura didn't know what to say right then and there and she felt overwhelmed by everything she was just told.

"I'll need to sleep on this one Sam, this is a lot of information to take in and, I'm not sure of my answer just yet." Aura explained.

"I understand, after all I would need to sleep on this as well if I were you... It's rather late, you can spend the night here, and if you have your decision in the morning let me know, if not then I'll let you have a week to think this over." Sam explained.

"Alright, thanks Sam, I really appreciate it." Aura said.

"Anytime, Phil, could you be so kind as to take Aura to her room for the night?" Sam asked.

"Of course I would miss, come on, Aura follow me." Phil said then took Aura by the hand and led her to her room for the night.

Aura just followed him in silence and thought over everything she just learned about her mom and her new necklace. Phil soon stopped at a room and opened the door for Aura, she walked in and was amazed by the room itself. It had a balcony that had a great view of the ocean and the city, a double bed, and even a big flat screen TV on the wall.

"This will be your room for the night, I hope you sleep well Aura, and I do also hope for your answer to this. I might have never met your mother but from what Sam told me, she was a good woman and I can sense that you're just like her." Phil explained before leaving the room.

Aura looked back at the door and waited for Phil's footsteps to fade away before locking the door. Aura sighed as she looked around the room a bit more, she then walked out to the balcony and looked out to the ocean and the city. She watched as the sun set on the horizon as the night finally came to do its job.

As Aura watched she thought about everything she had just learned and the offer that was given to her. As she thought more about it she felt a desire to know who specifically killed her mother and to make them pay. The more she thought about it the more the desire to avenge her mother became stronger. Till she finally decided on what she was going to do.

Aura was going to join this agency and find the person who killed her mother and make them pay.

So Aura went back inside the room, and looked in the closet to see if there were any pajamas in it. Thankfully Aura saw that there was a night gown in it so Aura changed into it and went to bed for the night.

#cover up #spies #future vision #human trafficking #kidnapping #torture #supernatural #spying #disguise #murder

[thebookworm0001]

I'm terribly nosy, so-- 3,5,11, 19 for the ask game? Or whichever you prefer! ❤️

Gonna answer 3&5 for another ask in a second, so hold on tight!

11. Do you believe in the old advice to "kill your darlings?" Are you a ruthless darling assassin?

What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

The way that my professors explained this one to me is that sometimes you have lines/sections/etc that you may love, but just don’t work for your piece. So you ditch them. However, you don’t get rid of them. You throw them into a special dead darlings document/folder/notebook and hold onto them. They may live there forever, or you may find that they work perfectly somewhere else.

So, I say less ‘kill your darlings’ and more ‘put them in retirement and they can come out of it if they feel like working again’

I actually combined a lot of my fic wips into one single wip doc, so now I can pull out my darlings and they just hang around. Usually any sadness I feel is replaced once I figure out what actually is working. Then I can try to find a new home for whatever I had to ditch. I’m much more attached to getting the thing right than I am making sure that a single line or phrase sticks around.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey.

When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to read. Stories were everything to her. Why be in the real world when the pages between covers could offer so much more? One day, the brilliant idea came to her - what if she made her own adventures? She quite liked this one World, where children had been given wings and sought to find a place to live in peace far away from the terrible people who had done so. So why not tell a new story there? So she did! And my goodness, she didn’t stop. She filled up notebook after notebook of stories - using the sandbox other people had made to play with new stories and ideas. Many of them very dark, most of them always working toward a happy end. She even shared some of them with people. Some she knew and some she would never meet. And at some point, she started trying out her own worlds and own people. None of them very original, but what can you expect when you’re first starting out. And she liked that so much she decided to keep doing it, and to pay quite a bit of money to learn how to do it better.

And at this point I’m dropping the fairy tale thing. Tired.

Anyway, went to college for creative writing. Figured out not only do I kinda love poetry, I’m actually quite good at it. Got some of mine published internationally, even. Turns out writing short stories makes my brain hurt but I want to do it more than I want to write the poems. College included some Trauma, some of which I wrote about, some of which I can’t write about still (hello burn injuries) and then I wrote a book. 61k words in one year for a single project - a first for me. And a fucking fantastic way to burn myself out. Like, I do think I actually hurt myself doing that. (Perfectionism and anxiety combined to form procrastination and I’m a slow writer as-is.) Very proud of the project. Still have not read it all the way through (that’s a summer project, actually) because reading my own work is some of the most terrifying shit I have to do and I actively avoid it.

Got a job doing writing and editing things professionally. Then a pandemic happened. And somehow that allowed me to write and publish my first ever bit of erotica. Which continues to be my most popular piece of writing.

I don’t write nearly as much as I used to these days - a combo of that burnout and just not having the time/energy anymore (also that perfectionism that I have been getting slowly better about) - and I’m trying to be kind to myself about it. Writing feels a lot like pulling teeth for me - but the end product makes it worth it. And I don’t think I could ever stop writing. I love stories too much. But I’m at a place where if I want to be able to keep doing it, I can’t push myself the way I once did. And while that is frustrating, it does mean that when i can get my writer brain to turn on, it’s a lot easier to get stuff down. If only because I’ve spent four months working out the details of a scene in my head before writing out a single word.

#hannah answers asks #writing prose genuinely sucks as a process for me #which I hate because I prefer prose to poetry #you want me to write a poem it’ll take me 30 minutes and it’ll be damn good for a first draft #I love reading poetry I don’t necessarily want to make it myself #but i can process my own shit better through poetry #prose is me going ‘I Have to get this idea down’ #I want the idea the story to be real #and nobody else is gonna do it right because it’s the thing in my head lol

[adleryoung]

"Here I am," someone said as she grabbed me from behind and held a knife to my throat. A bell tinkled very close by.

"Minister Lynne?" I gulped. With that woolly smell, the deceptively soft voice, the tantalizing curves pressed against me, and of course the little bell, it had to be her. I should have known! "How did you get here?"

"It's just Lana now, thanks to you," she snarled. "As to how I got here, obviously I crept. The mushroom stealth technique you developed is surprisingly effective."

"I can see how that would work on me and my Ixies," I admitted. "But the trees? They should have stopped you." I had to keep her talking while I figured out what to do!

"I know secret phrases to command the forest," Lana gloated.

"How do you know that??" I spluttered. It seemed my arboreal defenses could be penetrated by pretty much ANYBODY. "Did Ash tell you?"

"Your Doctor Cesawonki?" Lana laughed. "Please. The Sisterhood has made bargains reaching back long before his time. The trees bear an obligation to us that supersedes any instructions you or he may have given them."

"Okay then, why are you here?" I asked, playing for time.

"Surely you can guess," Lana snorted. "It shouldn't be hard even for you to figure out! I am here to complete the mission Ms. Thomson abandoned when she turned traitor! Asking the Sisterhood to find info on 'Ash' was a tactical error on your part. After letting us know that you were still alive, and exactly where you were, did you not think we would send someone out to get you? This is exactly why the so-called 'Scion of Irenaeus' can't be left to his own devices. It's like watching a brain-dead infant wander through a field strewn with traps. After all the time and energy we invested in you, I have to say you've been a big disappointment."

"It will be impossible to restore the Empire if you assassinate me," I pointed out. "I'm the only one left … unless you count Bodb and Matholwch, but surely …"

"The Duchess will be difficult to negotiate with, it's true," Lana admitted thoughtfully. "Speaking of Antgladers, I see you are still associating with that trashy raccoon, but interestingly there is no sign of Thomson. I was at first tempted to think you got tired of her and sent her away, but no. You are still keeping Burnside around, which shows that your taste in company has not improved. And now I see you're also hanging out with lowfolk, of all things."

"They are useful to me," I replied, trying to make it sound Unseelie.

"Indeed," Lana sneered. "So where is Thomson anyway?"

"I have no idea," I shrugged. Was Lana's grip around me relaxing? "Frankly I'm amazed that Burnside survived. They were both on the field when I ACCIDENTALLY released the Plague of Battles."

"The best thing you ever did, and it wasn't even on purpose," Lana sighed. "Ah well, most likely that twice-failed two-bit floozy failed yet again and was gruesomely slain in battle. Dying a traitor's death; it's a shame I didn't get to see it."

This was my chance! As Lana's attention wavered, I used a move Adoyret Sam had taught me to twist free of her grip. As I spun, I swiped at her with the arrow in my hand, but it glanced harmlessly off her horns. However, she was so startled that she dropped her dagger. I immediately apported it away to a random location and stepped back, nocking my arrow and aiming directly at her heart.

"Impressive," Lana chuckled as she cracked her hooves. "I heard that the Adoyret had taught you a few things, and I see his efforts were not wasted. This might even be fun. Think you can take me on, little princeling? See if you can ring my bell."

She lunged at me and I shot my bow, but she somehow deflected the arrow aside and tackled me to the ground.

We wrestled for what seemed like a long time, although probably it was just a few minutes. She seemed to be everywhere at once. I scratched and kicked and bit, using all of Sam's training. I managed to ring Lana's little bell several times, but alas, I could not land a decisive blow. She was just too slippery!

"Pretty good," she said when it was over, as she dragged me by my ear towards the dolmen. "Could be better, but honestly not bad. I'll have to re-evaluate you. We'll talk in the antechamber, away from any eavesdroppers … because unlike some people, I take care not to have my plans overheard."

#furry #elves #adventure #story #plot #cartoon #tboay #skunk #sheep #fight

[sokraaat]

Let me know if you love me

Cat love is the only love my twisted brain understands and can reciprocate. Something to do with childhood trauma, I think.

That's what the tired cat mom evokes in me every time I see her.

The house opposite my peaceful cottage on the outskirts of town has been vacant for a long time. Late one afternoon while smoking my after-work joint, a cat crawled out of the little hole on the bottom side of the neighbor's green and cracked door, and seven little kittens followed her. In my stoned head I thought I'd smoked too much once again, and hastily jumped up and stopped. The mother cat hissed softly and wearily, but all the kittens ran back through the half-broken doorway in fear.

It took a week for the mother and her babies to get used to me. Not only did time heal the wounds of fear I’d caused her, but also a lot of good cat food. I think, at least, the brand resembles a deli of the human world; I read “Gourmet” on the pack, after all.

Every morning I get up and make myself a coffee in the light green French press, turn on the work laptop and write “morning all” to my team. Then I open my little cottage door and eagerly rustle at the bag of food. Soon the kittens crawl out of the neighbor's doorway and begin their daily yoga rituals in front of me, yawning and slightly annoyed - I get the feeling that it's my fault for waking them up so early.

On Sunday I fed the cats a little later, just before noon. The yoga rituals after the rustling of the bags were still the same as they were every morning. The yawns, the guilty looks, the somewhat distant steps in my direction, the somewhat arrogant looking away that followed were still the same every morning. This is a language I speak fluently. I look at the mother cat with half-sunk eyes and blink slowly and long. She replies: "I like you, man!".

"Yes, I like you too, mumma cat.”

A comfortably miserable romance, the yearning of Portuguese sailors between two desolate little land mammals.

It took me 37 full years to find out that I only know and understand and can return that kind of love. A discovery for which I deserve an alternative Nobel Prize. Without arrogance, I can compare the aha moment when I realized this to the first step of the footsteps on the dusty and dark surface of the moon.

Around noon, Anna wrote to ask if I was awake yet. I quickly answered yes, but it would take me a few hours before I’d feel ready.

“If you're still in Alcântara, I can walk up the hill later and meet you somewhere. Then we’ll walk to the boat together." -I wrote.

"Yeah! Well, I'm still at home, yes, but I'm driving the scooter. You come to the arch up there. I'll wait for you there, then we'll drive together" -she answered.

"Leave the scooter at home, we'll drink a lot anyway." - I replied.

"Please, not this pointless discussion again!"

“Look…” -I answered quickly.. “After the party on the boat, we'll walk to the kebab shop on the corner of Rua Luís de Camões, then order two beers and stagger half-tired, half-dead through the lights of Alcântara. The purple jacarandas, though they are long gone, will drench our sweat with their scent and you will blame me for taking so long to walk home again and it would have been better if I had listened to you for once and taken the scooter with us. I'll agree with you, of course, while we slowly climb the hill. However, this evening will be different; it will drizzle warmly on us in the late summer, we will breathe a sigh of relief together on the Lisbon earth soaked with melancholy and for the very first time the beer will taste ethereal before we part.” -I wrote.

"What do you say?"

"Didn't know you were a poet, that was really wonderful!" -she answered.

"Actually, it's more prose."

"OK!" - she wrote.

“No, I'm driving the scooter. Will you be up at the arch at three twenty?" -she asked.

"Yes, of course."

"No no no!". I discussed with myself on the arc of Alcântara whether I do have feelings for Anna. "You're fine right now, why do you want to change that? All you need is just a cat. With the cat, all you need is to look at each other to express love and security. You're both always distant and a gesture like slowly stroking your hair means the world to you. You cannot give more than that. You can't take more than that either."

"Yes! Holy shit! I know that all too well."

"But?"

"But, I like Anna."

"I think so".

"Oh, dude”.

And there she was, rolling along happily on her old scooter, vibrating like a 1960s drill.

She threw me the key and I opened the trunk and took out the white helmet with the Tricolori d'Italia on it.

We drove through Alcântara and I spread my arms wide. Behind her I felt like Rose in front of Jack at the back of the unsinkable lady, who sank on her first voyage.

"I'm the king of the world!" - for her to shout this would be all that’s needed for the day to fulfill its melancholy kitsch nature.

On the boat I drank and I danced and I laughed and I built an all-encompassing fantasy around us where I only saw her. My joy ran ahead of me, jumping and embracing her as we sailed under the red bridge, from the corner of which Jesus nodded to us.

I caught her eye. The one look that says it all, the look that opens a small, illuminated window to the soul, the look of innocent desire. The look that starts a long odyssey, the look of silent words of heart’s devotion. And the look that wistfully ends all hope.

Instead, I contented myself with the sight of her hair blowing charmingly, and envied the fresh Atlantic wind for being allowed to caress her enchanting face.

We laughed and swapped the glitters on our cheeks like it was the last thing we were going to swap that night.

Everyone danced happily to the techno bass, shouted along rhythmically and jumped around tirelessly. The boat tumbled exuberantly with the melody from the black-clad speakers, and Lisbon waved at us fondly from the side.

On the way back to the harbor I stood in front of the bass for a long time, pretty high, happy with the music, frustrated that I'm standing in my own way, and thinking about the neighbor's cat.

We sailed under the 25 de Abril bridge again and its fearsome standing and size dwarfed me, so that my worries and problems seemed even smaller. I looked back and saw Anna exchanging her phone number with some guy.

"Shit, right?"

"Yes"

"So now do you believe me when I say I like her"

"Yes, yes. I feel it too”

"Good!" … “At least we are on the same wavelength now”

The boat docked at the quay. We got off and Anna, embarrassed, asked me if I would take the bus home.

I said yes. I saw the guy waiting a little further from us.

"The evening was great" -I said.

“Yes, absolutely beautiful”.

"Remember when we had to share an embarrassing story from our past in the team meeting?" - I asked her.

"Yes" - she answered with a questioning face.

"This is another one..." I said before continuing.

"I've been shouldering this for a while now, and because we're colleagues and I know full well that it's not a good idea, and because I've had bad experiences with stories like this, but because recently I've also learned I should say what I want to say and because, to be honest, I've always been good at breaking up beautiful moments, I have to tell you something I've been able to successfully hold back until now...".

"Are you getting to the point?" - she interrupted me.

"I like you... I mean, I feel something, and when I saw you exchanging numbers with that guy over there, I was finally convinced that I fell for you."

"I don't know what to say" - she answered after several hesitations.

"Now that's not what I expected from you, I mean I just like you as a colleague and friend." - she explained.

"I know, I know" - I replied. “Until now I’ve ignored this feeling well. But hey, don't worry, I assure you there will never be any awkwardness in the office between us. We humans have two ears - one in, one out.”

"No wait. I'll have to think about this" - she said, visibly irritated. "I can't even think right now."

"It's fine, really. I had to confess that to you, otherwise I’d become hyper-fixated on it and it would become a problem for myself. I also know that it's quite selfish of me to say something like that to you." -I said and jumped up to her and hugged her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye.

I walked under the bridge on my way home relentlessly and happily excited, my fantasy bubble had finally burst, silently and unnoticed. My bitter sadness, however, tasted sweet and bitter when I looked up at the bridge, and I grew small again, but satisfied with myself. I whistled "let me know if you love me" to myself and thought about the neighbor's cat.

#cat #cats #cat's love #lisbon #lisboa #lissabon #portugal