#and i am trying to get help but the amount of decisions are causing a massive anxiety flare

[tyunniez]

converse high... bttm male reader

!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae 💜

you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!

you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.

you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.

" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.

you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "

multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.

you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.

you just had to get it.

yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..

your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!

you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.

" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.

you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.

" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.

you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "

you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.

you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.

" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.

" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.

a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!

you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.

i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?

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you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.

instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "

you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.

the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.

" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.

you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.

" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "

before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "

with a slam of the door, she was gone.

you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.

" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.

you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.

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god, you regretted even thinking that.

there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!

you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.

" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.

you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.

you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.

you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.

your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.

you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.

he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.

you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!

" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?

you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.

" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..

jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "

he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.

" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "

you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.

he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.

he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.

your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "

you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!

you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.

jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.

you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.

you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.

" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.

" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.

he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.

he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.

you were close and jason seemed to know this too.

before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "

he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "

you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.

" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "

with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.

he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.

" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "

you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.

" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "

his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.

soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.

" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "

you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.

you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.

with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.

you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.

after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.

you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.

" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.

jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...

#tyunniez 🕷 #tyunniez asks 💌 #x male reader #bottom male reader #bttm male reader #male reader #uke male reader #amab reader #male x male smut #oc x male reader #i rlly dont like this one yall LMAO

[mytaiyakeylover]

i just want to cuddle.

synopsis: all your super clingy and adorable boyfriend wants is for you to give him some attention.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing something on tumblr. i’ve only recently begun to use this platform, but i hope you’ll like this little one-shot🥰

warnings: none, just plain fluff and mikey being his usual overly dramatic self.

word count: 1.1k

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Manjiro sighed, a pout slowly forming on his lips. It had already been four hours. Four goddamn hours and you still haven’t as much as glanced in his direction. He just couldn’t help it. Did you not love him anymore? It sure as hell seemed to be that way considering the amount of time you were willing to spend doing math.

The boy groaned loudly, hoping to get your attention. He then closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that conveyed his utter agony. Two minutes passed, then five, and finally six.

Manjiro peered at your silent figure through his lashes, his right eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the lack of attention he was receiving. How could you be so indifferent? After all, your boyfriend was lying sprawled on your bed in the same room where you were doing homework, and all you had to do was ask him if he was okay.

The blond puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. Another set of five minutes went by without any progress. You just continued to stare at that stupid, demon-like book, filled with evil spells and, perhaps, even guides on how to steal a gang leader's lover.

“(Y/n)-chan~!” The boy whined, hitting his knuckles against the soft cushion, looking very much like a five year old. You hummed in response, not quite acknowledging him so it seemed.

That’s it. Manjiro couldn't tolerate it anymore. It was seriously starting to get on his nerves. All the blond wanted was for you to come and cuddle him, not lying on this cold and empty bed as some cursed book was stealing all your attention from him. It was about time you made a decision.

Muttering a few curses for having to leave the comfortable bed, he quietly padded towards you, who seemed far too occupied with studies to acknowledge him. Carefully placing his chin atop your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your waist and peered curiously over the worksheets. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't interested in the content in the slightest. The blond simply wanted to know what could have been so interesting that it made you ignore him for several hours straight.

He nudged your cheek, quite similar to the way a dog would whenever it wanted some attention from its owner. However, his nudge seemed to be a bit more awkward since his nose wasn't as long, causing his forehead to hit you slightly as well. You sighed at his stubbornness, tilting your head slightly to his side to make eye contact.

Manjiro was sporting his famous puppy dog eyes, a look reserved only for you and Ken. He released his grip on your waist and reached for the fabric of your hoodie, giving it a gentle tug. His pout deepened, and his bottom lip jutted out to make his point.

“Jiro~,” now it was your turn to whine. “I'd love to cuddle with you, but you know how important school is to me.” You blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, trying to coax him into waiting just a few more minutes. Manjiro could easily tell by your expression, as well as the lilt in your voice, since it was just slightly more sugar-coated than usual.

The boy shook his head in defiance, refusing to fall for that act again. You literally said the same thing an hour and a half ago. Did school really mean that much more to you than him?

“Forget school (Y/n)-chan,” he huffed, ignoring the appalled look you gave him as those words left his mouth. “Am I not more important?”

Manjiro was looking at you expectantly, eyebrows arched as he awaited your reply. The fact that you took so much time to answer did not deter him whatsoever, as he found the confusion in your pretty (e/c) eyes too adorable to make him angry. You were obviously taking his question very seriously, which you should, as Manjiro himself was not joking around. He did, in fact, want an actual answer from you.

“Of course you are, Jiro,” you spoke softly, eyes tinged with a hint of guilt that made Manjiro’s heart skip a beat. Perhaps you had taken his question a bit too seriously. Your hand went up to cup his cheek, eyebrows furrowing while doing so.

“I just want to achieve a stable future. I'm sorry if I've accidentally neglected you,” you said as the blond leaned into your soft, yet cold palm. He sighed contentedly, despite the coolness of your fingertips against his warm skin. Your hands always seemed to be so cold, even during the hottest days of summer.

A smile soon grazed his lips, onyx eyes twinkling with mischief. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with kisses as his hands once again snaked around your waist. Giggles escaped your lips as the boy suddenly lifted you, forcing a squeak out of you in the process.

Manjiro laughed at your reaction, finding it exceptionally cute. The blonde continued swaying with you back and forth until you both ended up falling onto the mattress. Snickers filled the room, your cheeks equally flushed as if you were completely drunk on each other.

Then he tightened his arms around you slightly. His forehead resting on yours as he held you trapped against the bed. “Jiro, get off, you’re heavy,” you gasped, words mixing with giggles.

“No more school, you got me?” He asked instead, that same pout from before reappearing on his face. Then, the boy repositioned both of you on the bed, laying you down more comfortably beside him. His arms were still securely wrapped around you, preventing any escape.

Manjiro closed his eyes after that, sighing dreamily as he inhaled your heavenly scent. Lips quirked up slightly as he felt your thin nimble fingers stroke his long ash blonde locks. Your angelic voice reached his ears as you started humming some song you had recently heard and grown to love.

As your lovely singing began to fade, Manjiro’s heart finally found a steady pace. For the first time since he had entered your room, did he realize that those four hours were worth the wait. Well, as long as he would get to keep you in his embrace afterwards.

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[hangeswif3]

Out of line

Warning: a little nsfw, maybe a bit yandere if u squint. Hange being possessive. Angstttt, no happy ending. They/them pronouns for Hange.

Summary: You and Hange break up, they don’t take it very well.

Note: This is just the second thing I write so please be nice, also English is not my first language so it might be kinda grammatically weird. Written in completely free form so I hope you understand. Thanks for reading <3

Hoping that Hange manages your breakup in a healthy way was a terrible mistake.

“What?” Hange answered turning to look at you, you can see how the confusion in her eyes turns to anger.

“I said we should breakup” you said with more anger than you intended “I’m so tired of you trying to push me back, you know im worth more than staying to do office work”.

You had gotten transferred to Hange’s squad not very long ago (against all odds, since you were on Levi’s squad before and you thought he didn’t transferred soldiers easily). And the truth is, you were a little worried about having a secret relationship with your section commander, but you never anticipated the real issue. Hange wanted to keep you inside the walls. You wanted to fight, you loved the rush to being out there, and you knew you were good. Hange knew that too. But they always found a way of leaving you behind, helping with the “logistics”.

So, you thought it was time for them to realize how stupid that decision was, and the only way to do it was by breaking up your personal relationship. Easy, right? Or so you thought.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about now, you wanna risk your life stupidly and you think I’ll let you if we’re not together” they stated, you can see how they are trying to control themselves.

After what seemed like forever, they smiled and said “Okay, we break up, but don’t think this ends here”. And they left.

Now, 2 months later it’s been a power game since. You can’t count the amount of times they have texted you drunk.

2:30 am Hange: wher are you? I’m outsde your room

2:31 am Hange: whoo are u with rm? It better not be that soldier I saw u with the othr day

3 missed calls from Hange

2:35 am Hange: amswer ur fcking phone

2:35 am Hange: I swear to god im gonna break down this door

2:40 am Hange: okay im srry just open the door pls

Only for you to get a “sorry about that” text the next morning.

Hange was extremely jealous when it came to you talking to any other person.

Even came to doubt about the friendly relationship you and Levi had.

Every time they saw you with Levi, or practicing fighting with a new soldier, they had to restrain themselves from going there and rip you apart from anyone who was touching you.

Cause they couldn’t do that anymore. You weren’t theirs.

But let’s face it, you didn’t wanna break up with them either, so when you saw them with some other soldier from Levi’s squad at a party, you couldn’t help but to drag them away.

“You’re out of line soldier” they said with a small smirk.

“Shut up” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You’re a brat” Hange responded.

“And you’re sleeping now with Levi’s soldiers? Classy” you said with a humorless laugh.

The commander leaned a little to whisper in your ear “I have to keep myself entertained, otherwise I’d come back and fuck you senseless for even suggesting that we do this”

After all that, they ended up eating you out in the nearest restroom.

That was the beginning of your routine.

It was a common reoccurrence now, you made each other jealous, you fought, then fuck, then came back to the “break up”.

All to come back the the same reason of the breakup, they didn’t wanna risk your life.

Hange had lost a lot of people on the way, but they couldn’t bare to lose you. Everything but you. So they kept you inside the walls, and they’d keep doing so.

That was your routine until they couldn’t take it anymore. Until their jealousy got the best of them.

It was a normal day for you, you were just practicing fighting with Levi, he kept helping you practice and getting better. You missed fighting titans, you missed the last two expeditions due to Hange’s need of leaving you out of it.

“Pay attention brat” Levi said kicking your legs and knocking you down.

“Ugh” you responded standing up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wow there” Levi quickly grabbed you by the waist when you stumbled, getting you close to him, in an awkward position. “You good?” He asked.

You still felt a little dizzy but just nodded, looking at him, noticing how you were extremely close together.

Hange was looking from afar, this was a normal reoccurrence, they used to look at you from afar sometimes, that was their way of keeping you in check. Making sure no one did anything they weren’t supposed to.

They were already annoyed by you and Levi getting so friendly, but they had perfect control over them. But when they saw Levi’s hands on your waist, and the way you were looking at him, Hange saw red. They couldn’t help but to walk slowly towards you two.

You weren’t the first to notice. You just saw how Levi was smirking until you turned your head and saw Hange. At first you thought it was gonna be a normal fight-fuck think between you two, but the face they had, you knew it was dangerous, and for a moment you were afraid of what was going to happen.

“Fucking finally” Levi said “she needs to go to the infirm…”

He was interrupted by Hange punching him on the jaw, Hange was wearing rings per usual, so quickly Levi started to bleed. This made him a little confused so he stumbled back. When you saw Levi looking back at Hange you didn’t know what could happen, so you stood between them, trying to push Hange away.

“You’re a dead man” Hange said in a deep voice, a voice you had never heard before.

“Stop Hange, let’s go” you said, trying to pull them away with you. But they stayed there, looking at Levi.

It seemed like an eternity, Levi and Hange where looking at each other, you saw Levi deciding what to do in his mind. A crowd was forming around them, the punch certainly attracted many people’s attention.

“Please” you said, just wanting to go.

Hange finally looked at you, you couldn’t believe what was happening, until they looked at Levi and said “don’t ever lay a finger on her again”. Before letting you drag them away from there.

Levi just smirked, knowing what this was about.

You dragged them to their office and closed the door behind you, before turning back to them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You said, your heartbeat still going at a thousand.

“Why was he touching you?” Was the only thing they said.

“What the fuck? Levi? Really?” Was all you could say.

They walked up to you, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on their desk, putting both their hands on their desk at each side of you and leaning closer.

“Why. Did. He. Touch. You?” They repeated, clearly annoyed and more angered.

You just wanted this to be over, you could see how angry they were. “We were just practicing and I got dizzy so he helped me not to fall”

“Bullshit” they said slowly, hitting the desk and backing up, passing their hand through their hair. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” They said, almost painfully.

“To you?” You laughed ironically “I am the one that’s gonna be the new scandal around here thanks to your little act”

That just seemed to annoyed them more.

“Can’t you see this, I was just trying to protect you” they said, now referring to the breakup.

Finally you looked at them. They looked exhausted, like they hadn’t slept for days.

“I can protect myself” there was no backing up now.

“But I can’t. I can’t focus on protecting my squad when all I can think about is you being safe. I can’t” they said painfully.

“So what do you want me to do?” You finally said, tired of all this.

“Quit the corps” they said.

“What?”

“Quit the corps, come live with me. We can be free together, we can have a nice house and you’ll be mine”

You sighed, you couldn’t believe they were asking you this, they knew how important this was for you. But you love them too.

“Would you quit with me?”

“What?” They asked, clearly confused.

“If I am going to quit my dream for you, it’s only fair for you to quit the corps to be with me, if you love me”

Hange stayed silent, it was too much. You knew how much they loved titans, and science, it was their nature, and it was why you loved them.

After a long silence, you knew the answer. You didn’t notice you were crying until you could taste a salty tear. You cleaned your face with your hand before speaking.

“I’ll request a change in squad in the morning” was all you said with the strongest voice you could muster.

Im sorryyyy, should I make a part two of this? Thanks for reading. Love u.

#possessive hange #hange x y/n #hange x reader #hange zoe #hange x you #snk #hange zoë #attack on titan

[autistic-duck]

Autistic Context: If You're Not Autistic, You Don't Have It

I was reading an article titled "Why Autistic Kids and Adults Develop Intense Fears and Phobias" and I found a quote that helps explain why most allistic people screw up when trying to help an autistic person calm down from a meltdown.

Here's the quote:

"Non-autistic people do understand a lot of autistic expressions and mannerisms... But, non-autistic folk lack the context to understand those behaviors as meaningful or valid."

In other words, allistic people can see when we are in intense amounts of pain and distress, but they don't understand why we are feeling that way, as there is nothing obviously causing this distress.

Meltdowns are painful, but what makes my meltdowns exponentially worse is when someone tries to guess what's going on in my head. 9 times out of 10, the person trying to comfort me gets it completely wrong. For them, losing their phone is a mild inconvenience that can be remedied by asking around, calling the phone, or retracing their steps. For me, losing my phone can launch me into a spiral of emotions that had been building up.

In my experience, most people assume I am having a panic attack and they use tactics they learned to help calm down panic attacks. Most of these tactics don't work for me. Oftentimes, these remedies make the situation worse because it shows that the person trying to comfort me doesn't understand what I'm feeling. They assume they know, but they don't have the context that comes from inside my head. In these moments, I feel isolated and misunderstood.

When they see me on the ground, curled up and biting my fists, they ask, "What's wrong?"

When I say, "I can't find my phone," they try to get me to stop crying by explaining it's really not that bad. We can look for it together. Take a deep breath. You're not in any danger. Calm down.

They don't feel what I'm feeling, how it's impossible to stop the whirlwind of emotions. They assume it's a panic attack because what else could be causing me to react so emotionally to something so small?

Allistics don't understand the context, and they'll never fully understand because they aren't autistic. Sure, they feel intense emotions, but normally these emotions are caused by a sudden event such as a death, a car accident, or a divorce, not a missing pack of gum or a shirt that's too tight.

Meltdowns are not the same as panic attacks, and there are different strategies for these experiences. If you personally know someone with an autism diagnosis (or they have self-diagnosed), please educate yourself on what you can do to help during a meltdown. Here's a helpful article, but there are plenty of other resources online. Also, make sure to directly ask the autistic person if they have any preferred calming techniques (ask this question when they aren't having a meltdown, though, as making any decisions is extremely difficult to do during one).

Anyway, I hope this was helpful for other autistics or people trying to learn a little bit more about what it can feel like to be on the spectrum.

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[ashleigghh]

Day 8: glitter- raising harry, 1004 words.

Harry James Potter was born at 5:14 am, the sun had been rising but the stars were still visible in the sky, and flowers were in full bloom. He was brought into the world crying, little sobs escaping his tiny face, but he was quickly comforted, he had four parents after all, and he was completely surrounded by love.

Harry had been blessed with two mothers and two fathers, all who would have moved heaven and hell just to see him smile. It wasn’t always smooth sailing, James and Mary would bicker about what Harry wore, if he was warm enough, what if he was too warm? Well, it isn’t like he’ll be able to tell us, leaning over Harry peering down as if trying to read his mind while he giggled and waved his hands around. 

Lily and James would whisper in hushed tones, snapping at each other while trying not to wake Harry, bickering about who would get up with him in the night, who would buy the next set of clothes, who would go out to buy more supplies, who was going to host dinner this week. 

Regulus would coddle Harry, and everyone would beg him to hand Harry over and stop hogging him, you’re going to make him think you’re his favourite, he shouldn’t have favourites.

They had been adamant from day one, making promises (mainly for Regulus’ benefit) that they would never, ever let Harry doubt the pure adoration they held for him, he would grow up so loved and so happy that he would brighten up the world. 

His first Christmas had been extravagant, all four had gone all out to provide him with the best, leading to a pile of presents taller than the tree and an absurd amount of days out, decked in one of his many many winter sets. They had agreed to coordinate more, and reel in their excessive spending.

That hadn't happened, and now, three years later, Lily and Regulus were walking Harry around a Christmas fair…the third one they had been to this month.

“Be careful Harry, don’t go too far!” Lily called after him, laughing as he tried to run, the place too packed and his winter gear wrapped so thick he couldn’t get very far. Regulus smiled softly, watching with wary joy as Harry enjoyed every second, yet still cautious of him getting hurt.

Harry gasped suddenly, turning to them with his mouth open wide in shock, eyes pleading before he even pointed out where he wanted to go. He used a mittened hand to push his glasses up his nose, the other pointing to what had caught his attention.

“Can we do it, can we, can we!” He yelled, running and attaching himself to Regulus’ leg, waiting for him to pick him up. He obliged, holding him tightly as he attempted to swing off of him to hold Lily as well. Lily grabbed him too, keeping him from trying to throw himself to the ground. 

“I want to make a card, please!” Harry wiggled in their grip, so excited his whole face was split wide open in a grin that looked identical to James’.

“Of course we can, do you want to go now or wait and have some food first,” Regulus asks, readjusting his grip so he can straighten Harry’s hat with one hand. Harry hums, scrunching up his face as he tries to decide, 

“Cards first, food later,” He answers seriously with a solemn nod as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, causing both Lily and Regulus to laugh gently, sending Harry into fits of pleased giggles as they walk over to the card-making booth. 

They’re greeted by a bored-looking teenager, whose gaze lingers on Lily like she’s an angel in front of them, looking at her in awe, leaving Regulus to clear his throat quietly to gain their attention. He pays them, trying not to make them feel embarrassed that he noticed. 

“Mum, come help me hide it from Papa, he can’t see until I finish his.” Harry grabs his mother’s hand, leaning far forward and dragging her over to a small table in the corner of the tent. Regulus hovers, back turned to Harry so he can be sure Regulus isn’t peeking. 

“Okay, I’m done!” Harry claps his hands together, causing Lily to laugh and groan at him to be careful, then there's a small tug on the bottom of Regulus' coat,

“Papa, you can look now,” Regulus turns and looks at the card Harry holds out proudly, it's wonderful, although he might be biased, it’s the most beautiful card he’s ever seen. 

“Wow, you made this?” Regulus teases, pinching Harry’s cheek playfully as he kneels to be on the same level, holding one half of the card so he can look over it with his son. “It’s perfect, how lucky am I to have the greatest artist in the world make me a card!” Harry giggles and it fills his heart with joy. 

The card is covered in a thick layer of glitter, glitter glue, glitter paint, glitter pen and loose glitter depicting what he assumes is all of them on Christmas morning.

“Thank you, Harry, I'm going to put it up as soon as we get home, I love it,” He kisses Harry’s forehead and bops him on the nose “and I love you.”

Harry reaches up, no doubt getting glitter all over Regulus’’ jacket as he wraps his arms around him, hugging him tightly in a way he clearly learnt from his mother. Regulus closes his eyes, taking in the moment silently before Harry’s little voice whispers in his ear

“Can you help me hide a card from Mum now?” Regulus laughs, getting up to block Lily’s view while Harry has the time of his life throwing every glittery product he can find on the card in front of him. Regulus is just glad Lily and Mary have Harry for the night and have to deal with the mess.

#christmas writing challenge #christmas #marauders era #marauders #jegulus #marylily #jegulus raising harry #marylily raising harry #regulus black #lily evans #harry potter

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] asirel cain

you were supposed to protect him. you were supposed to keep him safe that was the deal. so what happened? why is your master spitting up blood in your arms? why are you having a hard time controlling yourself?

the scene is absolute carnage, there’s blood everywhere. it paints the room along with your hands and face. the moment asirel was hurt you felt something snap in you and you attacked, leaving no one breathing but the two of you.

you know that you have to keep pressure on the wound. that’s what humans would do when you pause after biting them, they would place their hand over the bloody area and try to stop the bleeding. you have no idea if it actual helps cause you never let them live for you to see how effective it was.

“pet you need to calm yourself.” asirel says through a pained voice. “easy up on the pressure, you’re stronger than a human.”

you carefully reduce the pressure your putting on the wound while still trying to keep a normal amount of it.

your ears are ringing and your vision is going blurry, you’re losing control and you know it. the smells of your master’s blood is overwhelming you. you shake your head to try and regain your senses and it does little to help you. asirel beings to notice your internal struggle even in his weakened state.

“pet?”

your breathing is heavy and you try to focus on one thing at once. everything becomes clear just for a second and the only thought that matters breaks through all the noise.

safety.

you need to get him to safety.

“i need to get you help a-and away from me.” your voice breaks and does not sound comforting unfortunately.

ignoring how scared you sound for him you quickly pick him up gently and start running to what you call home. once you arrive you quickly hand asirel over to someone that could actually help him and you watch him be carried away.

he calls for you but you do not follow. instead you turn away and get as far away from him as you can, scared that you’ll be unable to control yourself if you stay close to him.

the room given to you is dark and empty as you walk in and sit at the foot of the your bed that is rarely used for sleep. you brain feels as though it is buzzing, your thoughts are loud and dark. you try out those silly breathing techniques you’ve seen humans do to try and slow their heart rate, it helps but only a little. you look down at the now dried blood on your hands and decide it’s best if you shower, hoping that the water will wash away the stains and calm you.

the warm water rinses the blood off your cold skin and turns the ground a sickening red color. you feel calm, your head is no longer clouded and you’re in control again which is a huge relief for you. you know once you get out of this temporary chamber of relief you’ll have to go see asirel. you need to know if he’s okay.

before you even have the chance to rethink your decision as you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with asirel himself. he sits on the made bed, blood seeping through his fresh bandages.

“pet.” he says in a stern tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

“i brought you fresh clothes, change into them.”

you quickly do as your told and change into the clothes in front of him. after you’ve finished changing you stand before him with your head down, not daring to make eye contact. the room is deadly quiet before he finally speaks up again.

“pet..” his voice is soft, it catches you off guard. tears well in your eyes as you collapse to your knees and begin to beg for forgiveness in your failure to protect him.

“enough groveling. i am fine, you are not in trouble my pet.”

a wave of relief washes over you. asirel cups your cheek with his free hand, stroking your cheek and providing you with temporary comfort before taking it away.

“you’ll do better next time.”

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it’s so hard to write for asirel and pet’s relationship cause we don’t know much about it, so i gave it my best shot.

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

#zsakuva #sakuverse #zsakuva audio #zsaku headcanons #zsaku fan fic #zsakuva headcanons #zsakuva fan fic #zsakuva asirel #zsaku asirel #asirel #asirel x pet #boyfriend rp #audio rp #asirel cain

[love-toxin]

puts my hand on your shoulder. i am a simple woman i just want to be spitroasted by dante and vergil thank u

BRO ME TOO??!!!! TF 💦💦 im thirsting down here dont mind me eheh

tbh i want em to good cop bad cop me >:) Vergil being rough and spitting on your clit to rub it in and get you wet cause he knows he's big and it's gonna hurt if he doesn't stretch you, but he doesn't wanna be too soft either so he's just all about the manhandling. n then he finally slips it in and eases you down but it's still rough, you still can't quite fit him all the way, and Dante just kinda shows up suddenly cause he was wondering where his pretty little assistant ran off to and he heard some questionable sounds coming from over here. oh, you're fucking big, bad Vergil, huh? need help?

and that shit-eating smirk as Vergil huffs because he got to you first and he doesn't wanna share his prize and Dante brushes it off, gets in front of you and rubs your chin like he's petting a kitty all while you're struggling and squirming on Vergil's cock. once you're a little calmer he tugs his own out and taps the tip against your lips, smears em with a little precum to wet them before he eases your mouth open to take him in and strokes your hair as he fills you all the way up. now you're stuffed at both ends, the twins are biting back at each other and arguing although it's mostly Vergil being possessive and Dante being playful cause he's so confident that once you try them both you'll pick him over his twin. but once he starts thrusting back to reach that coveted softness of your throat, Vergil continues doing the same to hit as far as he can reach into your womb--and now, with two unstoppable forces on each side, you have to cling to Dante's pants and feel your ankles tremble as they ghost past Vergil's thighs, as they both pop right in and completely impale you, reaching depths you didn't think were possible that completely claim every inch of you that you thought would go untouched. it hurts a healthy amount and it's definitely gonna leave you sore but your face gets held and your legs get rubbed as they comfort you in a loud and quiet way respectively, both of them silently trying to appeal to you before they fuck you completely raw--you may not have to choose right away, but you're gonna have to make your decision at some point, before one or the other either knocks you up or beats the other into oblivion for your affection.

#dante sparda #vergil sparda #dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc5 #devil may cry #spicy writing #ellie thirsts #anons

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hihi! currently dealing with a bout of bad chronic pain and it got me thinking.

Any chance to get a hall mom Thornhill and platonic student reader who has chronic pain. Hurt / all comfort lol.

thornhill makes something to ease the pain using some of her plants in the greenhouse? And maybe she specifically started growing the plants once she learned one of her students suffered from chronic pain?

Please and thank you! Also feel free to change anything up!

Much love from the frog king🐸

Exam Season

Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

TW: mentions of drugs, chronic pain, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol

A/n I had so much fun with this one. I did a lot of research through my old medical textbooks so most of it is hopefully accurate.

It was exam season which meant pain, both from studying and well … the chronic kind. And just because you were used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. Because it did. Badly.

There were a few things that caused pain flare ups for you ever since the car accident you were in a few years ago. Of course, one of the two was stress which was assured with exam season and the second was disrupted sleep patterns and with all the late-night study sessions that was another thing you could check off the mental triggers list. But it's not like you couldn’t study. You needed to. You prided yourself on it. Your family name was all you had left of your parents. They, unlike you did not survive the crash. So you used the fear of being nobody with no home as a drive, to work. To be someone worth something.

The light was on in your dorm once again as Ms Thornhill made the rounds before going to bed herself. Ophelia hall had few rooms where there was only one student. You had been lucky enough to be one of them. So she knew you were awake. But the light had been on four nights in a row now. Surely that was getting a little bit excessive. She made mental note to ask you about it later in her class, she knew you were a responsible student and as you were old enough to make your own decisions, she trusted you to make good ones at that.

It must have been around two am before you actually got to sleep. The next morning the pain was so much worse. You dragged yourself out of bed in hope that a hot shower would relax the muscles in your neck. You stood and lazily made your way to the ensuite, mentally thanking whoever was in charge of the roomie situation that you simply didn’t have one.

After a shower that seemed to have little to no effect at all on the stupid amount of pain you were in you dressed slowly and grabbed breakfast before heading to botany.

You had no meds for the pain, Panadol never touched the level of chronic pain you were in. High dose stuff made you nervous, you didn’t want to get addicted at such a young age. But you also couldn’t ask for help without exposing the fact you had nobody at home to get you anything.

You made it a point to avoid the infirmary, opting to look out for yourself.

When you had signed up for nevermore yourself, you had faked your parents' signatures based off some old documents you found in your father's study. You had guarded that secret with your life.

Every parent's weekend you simply said they lived far away which was why you stayed on the grounds during breaks, not because you hated the empty house you would eventually have to go home to. So no, you didn’t risk seeing the nurse.

Taking your seat in the room you were slouching badly, trying to ease the pain by loosening the muscles. Every once in a while, you would roll your shoulders to try and get a temporary reprieve in the constant gnawing on your sanity. After a bit you gave up on the worksheet all together and put your head down on the desk trying to get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible in that moment.

You jumped when you felt a hand make contact with your back gently. Looking up with bleary eyes, glazed with pain, you saw the concerned face of Ms Thornhill looking down at you.

“Honey are you ok?” She asked already knowing the answer, she was biting her bottom lip, usually you were veery composed so she knew it was something bad.

“Im fine Ms Thornhill.” You said sounding slightly strained.

“Darling I’m your dorm mom right now, call my Marilyn sweetie.” She said and began rubbing circles on your back. You relaxed under her touch, it was soothing and it had been so long since you had any sort of positive contact. You relished in the feeling. You were too tired to care right now about the rest of the class who luckily seemed to be paying no attention at all to the two of you.

“Im fine Marilyn.” You said and ducked your head again.

“Darling don’t lie to me I can tell somethings wrong.” She said softly but sternly. You nodded with tears in your eyes.

“Can I talk to you later.” You whispered.

“Well class is over in a few minutes so please stay behind and talk to me.” She said sensing that you weren’t going to talk in front of your peers.

When class finally ended you packed up your books slowly and stayed seated as the class trailed out. Ms Thornhill came over and pulled up the chair beside you, taking your hand in hers and rubbing it with her thumb grazing gently over your knuckles.

“Talk to me sweetheart.” She said and you choked back tears. The dam burst when she pulled you in for a hug. It had been so long since you had a hug.

You sobbed into her shoulder, and she rubbed your back.

“Shh shh shhh its ok Darling. Im here. And I’ll help you however i can sweetie.” She said before pausing.

“Darling how long has it been since you had a hug?”

“T-too long.” You sniffled.

Then you simply buried your face in her neck until you calmed down. When you finally pulled away, she wiped away the tears with her thumb.

“Now whats the matter many darling?” She asked and you swallowed.

“A few years ago, i was in a car accident. I got whiplash and hurt my neck. It’s never really been the same since. I know it's not in my file but i can usually manage it fine by myself. With the stress of the exam coming up and late nights studying it … it hurts so much more than it normally does. Im scared to take anything I might get addicted to.”

“Well first, we will need to update your file.” She said squeezing you hand gently. “Second if this is a bad flare up...” she paused and waited for your response, and you nodded. “Which it is.” She said slowly, “I can give you something for the pain. And we can manage it together. Ok darling?” She asked and you nodded feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Now I don’t think principal Weems would approve of me growing you some medicinal Marijuana.” She said and you gave a choked laugh.

“No, I don’t think I would.” Came a voice from the doorway and both of you turned to face the principle. She was wearing a small, amused smirk as she walked over to join you.

“I had a report Y/n wasn’t in her second class. I thought i may find her here.” She said. “Anyone want to explain?” She asked and you looked to Ms Thornhill to answer.

“Y/n was just telling me how she’s been having some issues as of late. Chronic pain was it darling?” She asked looking at you and you nodded and looked away studying the plants on the window cil. “We were just discussing some options.” She finished.

“And I’m glad you have ruled out medicinal Marijuana.” Weems said with a laugh.

“As am I.” You whispered making them both laugh.

“Glad to see you were paying attention in last week's drugs and alcohol assembly darling.” The principal drawled. “However, Ms Thornhill here, may need another.” She said jokingly. “So, whats the plan?”

“Well, I was going to make Ms L/n here some chamomile, willow bark and meadowsweet tea for the pain. Maybe a massage and a heat pack.” Ms Thornhill said standing and grabbing various tins of dried herbs. “I have been wanting to grow some more of my herbs for any students that would need them, and it seems u have found my first patient.” She smiled kindly at you, and you simply nodded again.

“Well, I’ll leave you two too it. I’ll also excuse Ms L/n here from her classes for the day. Provided you are either with Ms Thornhill, at your dorm or at the infirmary.” She said and you thanked her as she left.

A moment later the botany teacher placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you sighed as she pressed a heat pack she had seemingly pulled from thin air against your neck.

“I can give you a massage later, the upper traps and right across your shoulders if you like?” She said and you nodded. “Yes please.” You said shyly and she beamed at you.

“Drink that tea darling girl and then we can see how you're feeling. Also, I’d be happy to tutor you if it helps with the stress.”

“Oh you … you don’t have to do that, I’m sure I'll be fine.” You stammered not wanting to take up anymore of her time.

“Darling I’m offering.” She said and you paused.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask my sweet.” She said and you sipped the tea again.

It was safe to say the tea helped significantly. Despite being an old remedy and not being clinically proven, it worked really well.

For the rest of the day, you hung out with the botany teacher, and she helped you study some more. Maybe, just maybe, life would be a bit easier from now on.

MASTERLIST

#sicfic #chronic pain #thornhill x r #platonic #botany #nevermore #outcast R #outcast reader #Princple weems #marilyn thornhill #soft thornhill #marilyn thornhill is not laurel gates #dorm mom #whump #hurt comfort #wednesday addams #thornhill comfort #comfort #fluff #slight angst #exams #stress #outcasts #nevermore academy #Ms Thornhill #laurel gates #sick reader #sick r #pain #suffering

[sadberrystuff]

WHOO BOY DO I HAVE SMTH TO SAY ABOUT THE COFFEE THEORY (GO2 SPOILERS lol)

I am a believer in the Coffee Theory. Do I hate Azi? Couldn’t if I was at gunpoint. Do I blame him? Absolutely not. Do I think he’s brainwashed and totally out of control? Nope. Do I think he still is conscious and making decisions based on religious trauma and his heavenly conscience? Yup.

Now, there’s two things I think will happen, and I’m just gonna call em the Basic Path and the Raine Path, and I’ll explain why.

On the Basic Path, pretty much the entire Coffee Theory is true. The Metatron used a combination of miracles and/or almonds (which some speculate have the ability to brainwash) to control Aziraphale and manipulate him into betraying Crowley. I STRONGLY believe that Azi’s words and actions during the final scene were just a smidge to OOC. Not entirely OOC, but odd enough to suggest that he’s being influenced. He just acted too damn cold for someone who was so warm and excited to get away for a moment with Crowley, dance with him, party with him. He turned him away, straight up said “there’s nothing more to say” and let him go.

So I raise you: The Metatron wants Crowley. He’s likely willing to use Azi either as a bargaining force, or if needed, as bait. He’s seen them, and he knows that Crowley depends on Azi to live. He probably knows that sometime soon, Crowley will run back to Azi and apologize and try to mend things, despite his attempts to forget him. God knows what the Metatron could want with him, but as he had security clearance in Heaven and was important enough to be given the gift of creation, I think it’s fair to assume that Crowley was very, very powerful as an Angel. And whatever the Metatron wants won’t be good.

That brings me to the Raine Theory. Y’all TOH fans (I see you depressed gay weirdos) know what I’m about to propose. AZI IS FAKING IT. You can’t tell me with a straight face that him acting off doesn’t feel like Follies at the Coven Day Parade at least a little. So what if The Metatron DID miracle the coffee to be able to control him (maybe if he had miracled Azi directly it would have caused problems so he had to do it indirectly) but Azi used one of those miracle cancelling slips? He’s already demonstrated a great amount of skill in misdirection and even saved his own ass by swapping papers via magic. That last look that Azi has, the solemn and tearful look with his fingers pressed to his lips, screams “I wish I could have returned it”. He looks hopeful and determined in the elevator. He may be convinced that he’s saving Crowley, or that he’ll take down the Metatron with the help of inside forces. And Crowley is probably *sigh* going to intervene and try to help.

I don’t think it’s fair to outright dismiss the Coffee Theory, nor is it fair to outright dismiss Aziraphale’s actions as OOC, because they were heartfelt and followed his moral code. I just wanted to throw my opinion in the fray because I’m REALLY hoping for the Raine Theory to pull through because I can’t get enough of the faking-being-hypnotized trope

#go2 #go2 spoilers #go 2 speculation #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #coffee theory #good omens #good omens theory #just brain dumping #dont mind my rambling #toh #raine whispers #sorry I’m a nerd

[vynmin]

╰┈➤ Don't Fall in Love

CH2 - Blades and Band-aids

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ˏˋ°•\*⁀➷ Summary: A bright young girl witnesses her lover being killed by her very own brother. Nothing out of the ordinary for a family with too many connections with the wrong people. Now she locks herself away in her room refusing to talk to anyone in the family. Or she walks out to visit the corner store owned by the same old man to buy the only things she’ll eat nowadays when one day she has a fateful encounter with the old man’s grandson.

ꕥ Pairing - jungkook x fem.reader

ꕥ Genre - allegedly unrequited love, sloowww burn, lowkey enemies to lovers?,

ꕥ Warnings CH2! - bloody murder! (flashbacks/nightmares), blood, profanity, fighting, brief mention of drugs, graphic nightmares, panic attacks, self-harm, scars, (some interesting decision making I do not recommend) 

ꕥ Word Count - 6.5k

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The bright lights illuminated the city streets as you made your way back longing to feel the comfort of the sanctuary. As you neared the house you saw how the amount of cars in the driveway were less than usual and how silent the house seemed even from the outside. Hoping no one would be home upon your entry back you hit the code entering the house. As you walked through the dark hall the light of a lamp flickered as a voice began to question, 

“Where have you been all day?” Yoongi said, arching his eyebrow, still surprised you had left even your room let alone the house gates. Barely acknowledging the elder you shoved your hands in your pocket making your way upstairs when you were stopped again. 

“I want to know for your safety you shouldn’t be out all day and coming back at this hour. You know it’s not safe for people like us.” He tried to reason as you scoffed, chuckling a bit at the claims he had just made. 

“Yes I’m so scared for my safety when my brother killed my boyfriend. Or the fact that anyone close to me receives bribes to stay away from me. Yes, I am shaking in my boots at the thought of leaving this shit hole.” you taunted as he watched, taking the time to find his words wisely this time. 

“That has nothing to do with this and you know it doesn't,” he said sternly clearing his throat to begin again, 

“You won’t be leaving this house without guards whenever you feel like it because if you get your ass scoped I’ll be the one getting all the shit cause you wanted to take a trip to hell and not come back.” He said in a louder tone staring at you with those dark eyes you hated seeing paint his face. Knowing he was serious about his words you were just as determined to make sure his rules weren’t obeyed. Hoping you’d get under his skin just as much, you looked back at him just as sternly and gave your response, 

“I’d love to see what could possibly stop me from leaving this shitshow you and him love calling a home.” you said turning to leave before stopping in your tracks once more, 

“Oh and believe me I know the big guy won’t let me go down there till he decides to drag you down to hell too.” you said scrunching your face up in disgust while Yoongi only scoffed as you finally made your way up the stairs. 

Watching a maid scurry out of one of the rooms on the second floor adjusting her apron and wiping her smudged lipstick you simply nodded before opening the sanctuary door leaving her frozen on the other side of the corridor.

 As you closed the door behind you the nostalgic scent filled your nose as your mind drifted to all the memories the same room held. All the times he’d sneak through the now patched window and greet you with a passionate kiss all to stop you from scolding him over him sneaking in again as well as show his love for you. Or the times he’d bring something new for you two to “try” together knowing very well he was quite the expert and just wanted to teach you which was his way of showing his love. Helping you through things even if they were as silly as making crocheted bunnies.

What you loved most was the chemistry you two shared, the togetherness between you two even when not together, how you would always have him in mind and he would you too. When together whether in silence or in chaos there was always comfort and a loving aura that beamed when you two were together and the satisfaction that always came when everyone else around you both would notice it. Blinking out of your trance the blooming peace lily that you kept next to the shiny necklace with a blade that was the center of the design caught your eye and had you remembering you needed to water the plant. Although your drowsiness threatened to take over you reluctantly found a spray bottle and spritzed the plant as mist fell onto it. You couldn’t afford to let this plant die or any of them for that matter knowing that the guilt of letting him die already weighed down on your everyday life. The least you could do was keep him in your thoughts even though you couldn’t help but think even that was shameless and selfish of you. Knowing you didn’t deserve him after everything that had happened but the fact that you knew you’d always be too selfish to let him go always fed into your guilt. 

Flopping onto the cold bed you let out a sigh rolling over to watch the moonlight that seeped through the sanctuary from the patched window. Drifting off to sleep you curled up becoming slightly overwhelmed at the thought of him being right next to you. Imagining the way you’d lay your head on his chest listening to the calming beat of his heart and how his soft hand that laid on your lower back would slowly pull you closer and closer to his warm body. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Laughter erupting from the 1st level caused you to groan as you suddenly woke up sprawled out lazily on your bed. Rubbing your eyes, your mood had already turned slightly sour knowing that everyone you despised was downstairs going on with their daily “business”. Feeling around the nightstand for your phone you ultimately gave up almost falling out of the bed. 

“Look at you waking up at a decent time in the morning.” Yoongi teased once again leaning on the door of the sanctuary. Eyes still more shut than open, you stood up to rush over to the door almost falling down as the room started to spin and seeing too many colors of the rainbow. Yoongi, watching you almost fall knitted his eyebrows seeing you barely catch yourself. 

“You're not taking your pills again are you? They can’t be that hard to swallow.” Yoongi said, watching you sharply. Grabbing a hold of your head you tried pacing yourself as you walked slowly over to the elder. 

“I’m not taking those shit filled pills.” You barked low still trying to take in your surroundings. 

“Those shit filled pills are what keep you from walking like a drunkard. You barely eat either which just makes things worse.” He said mostly to himself, straightening his stance at the door. Finally facing the elder you watched the concern plastered on his face that made your blood boil. 

“Does taking a pill really affect anything going on down there?”

“Y/N-” 

“You could probably sell those pills if you're looking for consumers so much.” You taunted turning on your heel. Clearing his throat the boy begin to speak again, 

“Anyways I came here to revisit what we talked about yesterday. If you wanna leave the house, fine by me but with guards.” He spoke in that soft but stern voice most common with you nowadays. To that you chuckled, shaking your head as his eyebrows furrowed again. 

“Y/N I’m serious it's not saf-” 

“And I seriously don’t care.” You said roughly cutting off the elder who huffed loudly showing his frustration.

“God what would you do anyways lock me up in this chicken coop?” You continued laughing at your own scenarios. Walking up to the boy he stepped back now outside of the sanctuary as you gripped the door. 

“Oh and don't forget the windows wouldn’t want me to get out now would we?” Letting your laughter settle as you let the door shut in Yoongi’s face. Leaving the boy in shock he crossed his arms now lost in deep thought until he was interrupted by calls from the 1st level. 

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You had never regretted bullshitting the way you did this morning more than ever. In your defense you didn’t think he’d actually follow through with your jokes, you were just teasing. But here you were now staring at the wooden planks that were nailed to the windows on the 1st level and the door that was locked from the outside with a different pin. 

“Damn windows.” You murmured as one of the two guards sitting on the couches walked up to you. 

“Ms. Y/N is there anywhere you would like to go, we would be glad to accompany you.” He offered a little too enthusiastic for your liking yet you felt slight guilt for insulting him the day prior. 

“No that would be quite all right thank you, Yoongi does have some interesting ways of showing lessons. I'll just have to find some interesting solutions.” You said smiling widely up at the guard who laughed nervously scratching his nape as he looked back to the other guard. Letting his nervousness be your queue to leave you turned, letting that fake smile of yours drop as you headed up to the sanctuary. 

Finding a way to leave the house wouldn’t be easy knowing how stubborn and calculated the elder was but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle. Walking back down you begged for the two guards to buy you some made up feminine product from the stores and as they left you cursed in frustration not seeing the pin. Huffing you now walked back and forth amongst the windows that were nailed shut. Knowing there wouldn’t be anything you could do, you again walked up to the sanctuary slamming the door. Your eyes landed on the patched window as your thoughts began to run. Examining the window and looking down at the low and freshly cut grass you smiled, 

“You fucking lunatic.” You said to yourself as you opened the rusty window resting your foot on the bottom. Wanting to chicken out judging by the fact you’d be jumping from the second floor you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

 You were now right outside the sanctuary standing on the ledge as you stared in closing the patched window. Staring at the green grass knowing those two idiots would come up any second you closed your eyes and jumped. Your body hitting the grass with a thud you rolled straight into the green bushes as you repeatedly cursed. Spitting the grass out of your mouth you groaned getting up and out of the bushes. Walking against the house you watched the two men bicker as they walked towards the house. 

“How was I supposed to know what a coochie controller was? I even asked around and just got weird looks that one lady slapped me with her bag!” The guard whined as you stifled your laughter nearing the front of the house. 

Waiting for them to enter the house you jumped the black gates and rested your head against the gates breathing heavily. Looking around you just to be safe seeing the road seemed pretty empty you shoved your hands in your loose pockets and skipped along the streets disappearing into the busy city. 

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The old man hummed an old korean trot as he dusted down the tables and benches outside the corner store. Not many customers on the sunny sunday as school students were the most popular but some would still come and go. Walking around the streets in a haze you almost flinched when you saw the old man as you walked with your head down not wanting to converse yet again. 

Of course he just had to use his old instincts because once you tried walking away he called from behind. 

“Y/N-ie is that you?” He said, watching your figure from behind with wide eyes. Thinking that you could keep walking was quite the tempting option but you sighed turning to face the old man with a smile. 

“Yes it’s me Mr. Li, I didn't see you there.” You said politely grinning as you took in the old man’s features. How his old age somehow enhanced the softness that was always on his face even from when you were younger. He smiled back, setting the rag on the bench as you walked closer to the shop. 

“It better have been that, thought you were ignoring me.” He said smirking lightly as the guilt settled in your smile thinned as you questioned, 

“Mr. Li why would you think that?” eyebrows knitted as he chuckled softly. 

“You know I haven’t seen you in awhile Y/N-ie and stop calling me Mr.Li before I call you Bubbles again.” He said pouting as you almost choked hearing that ridiculous nickname that you just couldn’t escape. 

“Yah Lili let’s be mature you know it was a one time thing.” You said biting your cheek refusing to look at the old man as he erupted with laughter. 

“The puddle of soaps you slipped in cause you wanted to perfect your science volcano caused me a lot of money brat. Poor Yoongi got a head full of glittery soap too.” 

Looking back at your youngerself’s desire to be good at everything you shook your head trying not to cringe too much. 

“How is Yoongi? I don't see too much of him these days either, especially after you forced him to stop walking you down here. “ He smiled at the fond memories he had of your loving older brother who was just a little too overprotective. You replied dryly with a simple “He’s good” half lying your way through the question. 

“Ah and Minho how is he you two still together you know that boy was always my favorite he was so modest and kin-” 

“He moved away last year; he wasn't well and had to move to the States.” you cut Mr.Li off not wanting to stay on the topic of him too long before you cried in front of the old man. His gaze softened seeing how your whole demeanor had changed. Meeting his gaze you saw his expression, the pity in his eyes and how silent he was and you immediately regretted even coming here.  

“I'm sorry I hope he’s doing better I know how much you loved that boy-” 

“Halbeoji, the suppliers aren’t here. It's past 12 and we can always reschedule.” The familiar raven haired boy said coming out of the store facing the old man. 

“Jungkook-ah you're not going to that race, if that's your plan you’ll be waiting right here until they come. Yah and what did I tell you about interrupting conversations.” The old man scolded as the boy pouted looking over to find you standing watching him with bored eyes. He huffed, bowing as he muttered an apology to you that the old man slapped the back of his head for.

“Aish whenever you come here your manners always leave now don’t they. Y/N-ie this is my grandson Jungkook.” He said, pushing the boy's head down making him bow lightly while you nodded. 

“Old man Li-” 

“Ah ok sorry Jungkook this is Y/N a friend you could say, better Y/N-ie?” He said facing you with a cheeky smile as you bit your cheek, arms crossed as you burned with embarrassment. 

Jungkook raised his head now facing you observing the contrast from the first time you two had met as he greeted you, 

“Y/N it's nice to meet you even if it is the second time.” He said trying to ease your embarrassment to which he was met with a slight nod from you. The old man watched you both as he spoke now facing his grandson, 

“Yah what are you still doing here go wait for those suppliers before I ship you back to your mother.” He threatened lightly as the boy groaned at his grandfather who shook his head. Before going back inside the boy gave you a small bow that you returned with a nod before walking back inside. 

“That delinquent.” Old man Li muttered and smiled as he looked back at you before breaking into a coughing fit. Your faint smile dropped again as you watched with your eyebrows furrowed offering to get him water. 

“No no ah it's just my age I’d probably choke on the water if I did take it.” He tried to joke as you grew more concerned. 

“Y/N-ie don’t look at me like that I'm fine.” He smiled brightly, his heart melting knowing you were concerned even if you tried not to show it. 

“Go to the doctor I’ll take if you don’t go. I'm warning you, you're old but you're so careless. Who’ll run the corner store if you don't hm?” You let out surprised you talked so informally while the elder walked up embracing you as you stood frozen. 

“Y/N I'm fine, don't stress over an old man like me, I’ll go to the doctor if it’ll make you happy, ok?” he said, still smiling so brightly and you only wondered how he did it all the time. 

Releasing you from the warm hug he walked in the store only to quickly come out with a bag of snacks that made you want to deny but he shoved the bag in your hands. Finally on your way back to the house you felt lighter, a way you hadn’t felt in a while. Not too surprised the old man always had a way with people from his smile to his way with words you were always jealous of.

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“How did she even leave the house with you two still here?” Yoongi barked from the first level as the two guards hung their heads down. 

“Sir she wanted a product from the store and so we went ahead to buy the product.” One of the guards explained tripping on his words as he went on. 

“What product?” Yoongi questioned looking over at the other guard who raised his head only to put it back down shaking it. 

“Well- it was a feminine product that Ms. Y/N wanted-” 

“What product was all I asked for?” Yoongi cut off the guard, growing impatient as the man sighed, bracing himself for Yoongi’s response.

“It was a um a well a co-” 

“Coochie controller?” Your voice rang through the 1st level as you skipped downstairs. The man nodded and placed his head back down as Yoongi gritted his teeth. Watching as you grinned widely he dismissed the two guards with a “we’ll figure you two out later.” 

“These are very sturdy aren’t they who put them up.” You questioned playing with one of the planks that covered the windows. 

“So I try to compromise with you for your safety and you go ahead and trick other people and leave the house without telling anyone?!” He roared and you could feel his narrowed eyes burning in the back of your head. You turned slowly looking back at the elder who was running his hand through his black locks. 

“The compromise didn’t fit my interest so why would I abide, and it's not trickery if they don’t have the mental capacity to think on their own.” You said calmly but your nonchalant persona only made Yoongi more angry with you. 

“How did you leave?” Yoongi asked, seeming a little calmer than before. 

“A magician never reveals their secrets but I’ll be willing to negotiate if it sparks my interest.” You pushed watching the elder rubbing his eyebrows in frustration. 

“What exactly would that compromise be Y/N.” 

“Well Yoongi, maybe we could start small like planks on the windows!” You suggested sarcastically as the boy only shook his head. 

“Fine they aren’t so hard to take down anyways so how’d you get out?” He questioned listening carefully waiting for your response. Walking up to the boy and passing him as you made your way up the stairs you replied, 

“A magician never reveals their secrets Yoongi,” you paused as Yoongi called your name in frustration.

“But, you might as well change the pin back to the first one; those guards are quite gullible.” you lied making your way up to the sanctuary. 

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You sat on the fresh green grass gazing at the summer sky humming to the tune of the song you and Minho had just learned on guitar. Blushing simply thinking of the silly boy you dusted your white flowery dress making your way back into the house. As you made your way back up to your room you heard a faint crash come from the basement. Puzzled, you walked down, going closer and closer  to the noise. 

“HELP! HELP.” The awfully familiar voice yelled from one of the rooms on the farther side of the basement. You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you slowly made your way towards the door. You sighed, taking a deep breath before opening the door knowing it wouldn’t be anything good on the other side. Tied against a chair in a dull green room you could barely make out who was struggling to get out. Though they suddenly stopped looking up to see who it was that opened the door. In shock yourself all you wanted to do was vomit seeing him in this state. A bloody red nose, busted lip and swollen eyes but you’d recognize him in any state. 

“M-Minho!” You practically screeched running over to him cupping his face in your hands. 

“What happened what’s going on who did this to you how did this happ-” 

“Y/N you need to leave now it’s not safe I’m fine.” Minho said cutting you off from all the frantic questions you were asking. 

“No you need medical attention, we can leave, I can get you out of here.” You suggested as the worry started to overtake you, you worked on untying his hands as he struggled trying to reason the situation out with you. 

“Minho tell me who did this even if I can’t help, I'll have Yoongi take care of it.” You pleaded as Minho rapidly shook his head, not even making eye-contact with you. 

“If you don’t want to tell me then let’s leave your injuries, you need treatment and-“ You decided to grab his arm to lead him out of the dark room. 

“Y/n, stop.” You cut you off once again now looking you directly in the eyes and you just knew something had gone terribly wrong. As he pulled his hand away you held onto him tightly as he struggled to get away from your grip. 

“Y/n get away from him.” Yoongi called from the door leaving you to sigh in relief as Minho frantically pulled his arm away from you.  Looking back at Minho you saw the way he gulped at Yoongi who stared him down with his dark narrowed orbs. 

“Yoon help his injuries are getting worse and worse and I don’t know who locked him up in this room but we need to get out.” You said out of breath letting your thoughts just come out.

“Well this makes getting rid of him ten times easier.” Yoongi muttered getting closer to you and Minho keeping his eyes on Minho. Watching Yoongi pull the firearm out of his pocket you watched in confusion not knowing what your brother’s next move would be and that scared you. 

“Y-Yoon what are you doing?”

“My job Y/n-ie now you need to go upstairs okay it’s much safer up there for you then here.” Yoongi said calmly, nearing you patting your head softly as you shook your head disobeying his request. 

“No, no no Y-Y/n please you need to go upstairs it-“

“No I’m not leaving you unless you come up with me and I’m going to find out what happened.” You said grabbing a hold of Minho’s arm trying to pull him along towards the door when Yoongi stopped your motion shoving Minho to the ground. Near the boy you watched Yoongi pull the firearm aiming it at the boy when you pounced in front of the fire-arm as Yoongi yelled at your recklessness. 

“You're not going to kill him, you can't, he's the only one Yoon stop this he didn’t do anything!” You tried pleading with the elder who only scoffed yelling for you to move out of the way while you only held onto Minho tighter trying to shield him with your whole body. 

“Y/N MOVE AWAY FROM HIM NOW!” Yoongi barked, grabbing the side pistol he had tucked under his shirt leaving you and Minho to gasp as he pointed the gun straight at Minho. 

“YOONGI PUT IT DOWN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You screeched as he stepped closer to you both keeping his gaze specifically on Minho. 

“Y/n I’m only going to repeat myself one more time, go upstairs you don’t have any business in this.” Yoongi said, still glaring at Minho who laid there as well in complete silence. 

“No I’m no-“ 

Your words were cut off by Yoongi who shoved you off of the boy now standing right above him and in front of you. You watched in complete silence as he cocked the gun back aiming it down at the boy. Hearing the gunshot you sat frozen as you let the first shot ring through your ear ignoring the other two that came after. Letting the third shot free you from the shock you pathetically crawled over to Minho who laid limp in a sea of blood. 

“Mi-Min hey it’s me I - I got you the hospital I-isn’t far we still have time l-let’s go ok?” You babbled on as the shock of it all really started kicking as you saw your hands, his waist, the floor, and your white dress all covered in his blood. 

“Y/n stop-

“N-no it’s fine really I can drive or we can get one of the better drivers as long as we ask nicely we should be fi-“ 

“Y/N stop it.” Minho cut you off going into a sudden coughing fit as you watched him cough up heaps of blood you swallowed still not wanting to accept the situation. 

“What went wrong things were g-going to be so nice today for me and you it was going to be lovely don’t you think?” He said in almost a whisper as you nodded slowly as you were thinking about just the same thing and how guilty you felt now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the boy’s chuckling, your eyebrows knitted as you watched him run his hand down his waist passing his hand up and down the pool of blood. 

“Do you see all of this Y/n?” The boy questioned keeping his gaze on his bloody hand to which you nodded slowly yet confused. 

“Maybe if I hadn’t come today this wouldn’t have happened, don't you wonder about that?” He asked again and you only responded with a nod not quite following his thinking he then grabbed your face running his red hand over your cheek with a look you couldn’t (didn’t want to) described. 

“If I hadn’t come here for you none of this would have happened you understand that too don’t you Y/n?” You gulped hearing the way he called your name with such disgust in it. 

“B-but Min it wasn’t like you knew it was going to happen.” You tried to reason as he shook his head the more you went on. 

“I’m bleeding here in this cold, dull room because of you, I’m on my death bed because of you, I can’t go home to my sister  and the rest of my family because of you.” He spoke fast, getting louder and louder while you only shook your head trying to get your wrist out of his grip. 

“Min it wasn’t me I didn’t know anything about this, I-I would never hurt you I love you.” You let out sounding so small and weak as he only held on tighter dragging you closer to him. 

“You don’t kill the people you love Y/n-“

“No, no I didn’t do this Min I didn’t know I would never!” You screamed, shaking your head violently as he chanted the word murderer repeatedly. 

“NO!” You screamed as you almost jumped out of the bed, hyperventilating you locked eyes with the necklace that laid near the peace lily you had watered earlier. Still breathing hard you got up from the bed, grabbed the necklace and rushed into the bathroom. 

Staring at the necklace your thoughts, those thoughts started to fight and you knew you would lose but it wasn’t that you didn’t try to fight back. You always did but your fighting was never good enough, you were pathetically weak. Scrunching up the necklace so that only the accented part stuck out you rolled up your sleeves running your fingers across the warm flesh. Letting out a deep sigh you lined the small blade up as you thought back to what you just dreamed about, think about Minho gripping your wrist and holding it up. Running your hand up and down you bit down on your lip as you now let the blade run along your wrist. Letting the blood drip it soothed you in a way hoping even maybe that you reprimanding yourself would free you of your guilt and the anger of the past. Except, it never did, it wasn’t like you didn’t know things would end up like this every time but ignorance was so much sweeter than believing the truth. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror those tired and dark eye bags that painted your face or your puffy nose and the pool of tears that accompanied them you saw how pathetic and helpless you looked. How it disgusted you and made you despise yourself even more than you thought to originally be possible. For some reason you laughed watching your face seeing how weak you look but as you looked down at the blood flowing out of your arms the laughter stopped and the pain started to take over. It was always like this. It's only fun for a minute, sometimes that minutes is longer but rarely is that the case and then the minute is over and you're left looking at the blood covering you and your sanctuary. The regret sinking in as you started breathing too fast running out of the room rushing over to your drawers. Throwing the contents on the shelves and in the drawers out frantically you looked for the ointments that were nowhere to be found until you looked over to the garbage can near your desk. Emptied and buried under white sheets of paper. Your breathing only got quicker and heavier as you rushed into the bathroom and just as quickly out being met with the blood in there as well. 

Rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible you hurried over to the front door not even taking the thought of guards being near as you punched in the old pin praying Yoongi had fallen for your lies. A red error sign appeared on the tiny screen as you cursed your luck rushing back up the stairs. 

“Think, think, think.” You said pacing around the sanctuary when you looked out of the patched window. Sighing you opened the window looking down at the same old low grass and the tall bushes you cringed jumping down. Rolling into the bushes you harshly shaked and groaned at the impact that felt a hundred times worse because of your current bleeding. Limping towards the front of the house you scanned for any guards before making your way over to the black gate. 

Today of all days might have been the worst day for you to have that nightmare, for you to let your thoughts swallow you and to be impulsive at 11 o’clock at night. Thinking about all of Yoongi’s ways to scare you and make you stay at home, you thought about the stories he told you about him having business after 12. Jogging as fast as you could, you made your way to the corner store even though you probably shouldn’t have because all of your energy was drained and it made the bleeding worse. Feeling the blood hug your baggy clothes you cringed before limping into the corner store. 

“Sorry were closin-“ The raven haired boy stopped in his tracks looking up to see you limping into the store. Getting up from his chair and throwing the car magazine he was reading to the side he walked around looking at you with knitted eyebrows. 

“Y/n are you okay, is there anything I can get you?” He questioned as you tried to avoid speaking to him as you made your way over to an aisle. Looking around you were getting more agitated as your drowsiness and low energy fought to take over. 

“You look a little out of it, it’s fine I can get you what you need and-“

“Jungkook I don’t need your hel-'' Curse your low iron because once you turned to face the boy the room just had to start spinning causing you to fall backwards. Awaiting your impact with the floor Jungkook had moved swiftly and caught you holding your back and wrist firmly. 

“Easy, you're okay.” He said as he brought you up to stand watching you take in your surroundings again. Looking now at your wrist he frowned as he watched the blood trickle through the fabric and down to your hand. 

“Y/n you're bleeding?” He stated yet confused of course of the how when you pulled your wrist away beginning to limp again down the aisle. 

“It’s in your other arm too I can treat them for you-“

“I already told you, I don’t need your help Jungkook-“

“I don’t care about how or why you're bleeding because it’s none of my business and I can respect your privacy but you are bleeding in my store after hours which is something my grandpa would definitely kill me for. He seems to take a liking to so let’s do each other a solid?” The boy said as he walked up to you staring down at you with a faint smile. You scoffed walking out of the store only to stop and sit at one of the tables leaving Jungkook to only watch. 

“Are you going to stop my bleeding or what?” You asked, growing impatient as the boy nodded, disappearing into one of the aisles to get what he would need. Quickly walking out with the needed materials he sat down across you laying them on the table. Gesturing for you to bring your arm you held on to your sleeve looking down before rolling up your sleeve and extending it to him. HIs gaze softened taking in the different scars that painted your arm in silence as you only looked away, taking away your arm rolling down the sleeve. 

“Hey it’s ok don’t worry about it.” Jungkook said, holding out his hand waiting for your arm as you rolled your sleeve back up, extending your arm to him once again. Dipping the cloth into the ointment you looked at the brands that were foreign to you and wondered if they would hurt as much as the ones you normally used. 

“Grandpa always used this ointment when I was little. He says it’s the best of the best.”  Jungkook smiled, beginning to imitate his grandpa’s raspy voice. As he applied the ointment you winced in pain feeling the cold cloth hit your skin. Jungkook uttered soft “im sorrys” as he continued to dab the ointment over your cuts. With not much to do in the unwanted situation you paid attention to how focused and cautious he was applying the ointments. Thinking back to the first time you met the boy and how strange it is whenever you two run into each other, how you’re somehow always in need of help. 

“Aaand done.” He said after passing the cloth against the last bloody cut which also stopped your thinking. 

“Oh,” Jungkook said, turning over to his left rummaging through the box stifling his laughter before showing a selection of band-aids to you. You rolled your eyes looking at the different kiddy-like designs the boy laid out for you to pick from. 

“I personally would take the Hello kitty one. She's quite popular nowadays.” The boy teased as you glared at him getting ready to leave when he took a hold of the tips of your fingers causing you to stop. 

“They aren’t necessary, it's a waste of time and money.” You muttered pulling your fingers back when he moved to the end of the seat and closer to where you were standing. 

“Just this once they’ll heal twice as fast. Please?” He almost begged looking up into your eyes as his dark orbs twinkled with some sort of innocence or in the way he held onto the tiny packs. Sighing you skimmed at the options and tapped on the spider man covered band-aids taking a seat once again. 

“Quiet the fitting choice for a tough cookie huh?” He teased again, smiling brightly to counter the narrowing of your eyes towards him. 

“Ok champ your all set.” The boy grinned letting go of your arm again now leaving you to roll your sleeves down as he walked back into the store. Nodding and shoving your hands into your pockets you  turned facing the dark road. Before you had the chance to leave you were again stopped by the boy who called out your name while hurrying out of the shop causing you to sigh again as your drowsiness was at its peak. 

Holding a small black bag to you, you looked down and back up letting your eyebrows show your confusion. 

“Uh ointments just in case you need any.” He said scratching his nape with his free hand as you stood there feeling your pockets for any money when you were interrupted by the boy who took your hand softly and placed the black bag in your hand. Looking up at him to meet his dark orbs silence rung through the area leaving you both to just look back at each other. 

“Right it’s pretty late, you should get home soon and safely.” He said letting go of your hand only to find the back of his neck again. Nodding your head slowly you shoved your hand back into your pocket turning to leave when you turned back to the boy giving him a small bow. Shaking his head slowly the boy waved walking back into the store after collecting the contents left on the table. 

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After sneaking through the black gates and practically rock climbing the side of the house to land back into the sanctuary you let out a heavy sigh. Changing out of the stained sweater and into a fresh hoodie and shorts you noticed that the spider-man band-aid had peeled off probably when you took the sweater off. Grabbing the black bag you walked into the bathroom looking over to the mirror. Finding much more than ointments in the bag you bit your cheek looking at the hello kitty band-aids Jungkook threw in the bag. Opening the package you peeled the band-aid covering off and laid it where the Spider-Man band-aid previously was. 

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Chapter 3

Author's Note➹: Hope chapter 2 is feeling much more lengthy and carries the volume I intended but here she is! I want to thank you guys for all the love and support you guys have been giving the series when it’s just gotten started. There was a slight delay with releasing chapter 2, so I ended up having to move the release day to Friday, but I hope the chapter was worth the wait. As always, any suggestions or ideas you guys have for the series or any future fics you want to read my asks are always open as well as comments! Let me know your hot takes on chapter 2 in the comments and I’ll see you guys in chapter 3!  - ♡ Vynnie

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[donniesexceptionalmind]

HI! HAVE ART!

I have no idea how accurate the outfit is (and I suck major ASS at drawing hats) but I tried and I hope u enjoy :333 (I also made the lil clip thing for the cape the logo thing (???) yall have bc its cool >:D) (AND ALSO PLS PLS PLS TAKE THIS AN EXCUSE TO RANT ABOUT EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION OR SMTH BC I HEARD U HAPPEN TO RANT A LOT ABOUT AUTISM AND I AM V INTERESTED IN THAT STUFF!!!)

Me when J saw the art:

I actually infodumped about executive dysfunction before!

But I will share some additional information about it because you drew this amazing piece of art & I am very joyous. ✨️

Here is my personal experience:

Executive dysfunction can be really challenging & for me, it is a huge part of all the things that make autism a disability.

The everyday experience as an autistic person is already loaded with stress, anxiety & discomfort - and on top of that we are getting blessed with not being able to do things even though we need to. There is a barrier in our brain that says "No" & you can't do anything about it. You are perhaps paralyzed, doomscrolling social media or just staring at the wall for hours.

The outside perspective of this is always "You are lazy, you are not trying hard enough, just do it", but it is not as easy as that. If it were that easy, we wouldn't be struggling. Because, you know, we DO KNOW we need to get these things done & sometimes we WANT TO get them done!

In short, executive functioning skills are cognitive skills that help us to regulate & control our thoughts & actions. Planning your actions is actually a higher executive functioning skill just like problem-solving.

Struggling with executive functioning can look like:

Not being able to begin a task that involves multiple steps, e.g., cooking a meal - it's just too much to process, too much to do!

Hyperfocus: getting too absorbed in a task so you forget everything around you, including bodily signals like hunger, thirst, tiredness (although hyperfocus can also be a blessing to get things done and/or experience a large amount of joy, especially when it comes to our special interests)

Struggling to reply to messages in time (e.g. my inability to answer inbox messages even though I genuinely want to)

Struggling with decision making, e.g, which task do I do first, what should I wear? Even crucial things like 'Should I get up?'

What helps me:

ROUTINES. Honestly. As an autistic person I have a lot of terrible days, but there are also days that are not too bad. And the perfectionist that I am, on days that are not too bad I try to do as much as possible- which can lead to having a terrible day straight after. BUT I have established a very well basic system of routines & tasks that IF I stick to them, I will be fine (mostly). (If I were sticking to it. It's a struggle. AHEM.)

And it is OKAY to have rituals & routines.

We seek to replicate success when we experience it because it makes us feel safe, grounded & happy!

And also bring order to the chaos that is the world around us - it is REALLY upsetting to live here, isn't it?

For Leon it's incredibly hard to establish routine because of his ADHD & this is a whole new topic to cover.

And yes, it is fairly common that people of all neurotypes have routines.

The difference though:

My day will get significantly worse if I can't do what I have planned or if I miss a segment of an established ritual.

For example, if I can't have my lunch in the time frame I always have it, it will cause physical & mental pain - sometimes to the point of a meltdown if things add up.

As I mentioned before I am sometimes NOT coherent with sticking to these routines & that is because of internal ableism & my own ignorance.

I struggle to accept that I have a disability & that I am not functioning like neurotypicals. Their standard shall be mine, but I can't live up to that standard. This is a problem I still have to overcome.

I sometimes expect too much of myself & burn myself out, blame myself for not achieving goals etcetera. This is not healthy.

There should be a base level of respect for an autistic person's need for routine & compassion when it does get ripped to shreds.

The world is unpredictable. Unexpected changes will happen if we want it or not.

I hope I was able to provide additional input! /g

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 1

"A Moment with Azultsum I"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Mostro Lounge – VIP Room]

Azul: Fufu, I feel as though I've gained a greater understanding of this Tsum's cooking and decision-making skills…

Azul: And now that I've finished placing the additional preorders… I suppose I should start heading back towards the Lounge.

[Mostro Lounge]

Azul: Wh-What is going on!? The Mostro Lounge is completely packed!

Azul: It was well within my calculations that we'd have an increase in customers with the Tsum here, but… How has this happened so quickly in such a short amount of time…?

Savanaclaw Student: Hey, can't we get a seat yet?

Pomefiore Student: Hurry up, I wanna see that cute thing I keep hearing about.

[chattering]

Azul: The queue even extends outside the Lounge?

Azul: Hm? That's…

[Azultsum bounces around]

Azul: While I was off ordering supplies and ingredients…

Azul: The Tsum was instructed to stay near the storefront as our adorable mascot.

Azul: What are Jade and Floyd doing, allowing it to roam around as it pleases?

[Azultsum nudges a student]

Azul: The Tsum is pressing one of the Lounge's menus onto a customer?

Heartslabyul Student: H-Hey, stop it. If you keep trying to forcibly push me like that…

Heartslabyul Student: There's no way I'd be able to not order anything! You're too cute!

Azul: What?

Heartslabyul Student: Excuse meee! I'd like to order! Can I get a refill of my drink, and… Also a dessert!

Azul: What in the…

Floyd: Ohhh? Hey, it's Azul. What're you doin' just standing around while we're runnin' around all busy?

Jade: Oh, you've returned. I hadn't noticed due to our little café being much more swamped than usual.

Azul: Jade, Floyd, what is happening here?

Jade: I think you can clearly see what exactly is happening here.

[Azultsum presses a menu against another student]

Scarabia Student: Ah, yeah. The way you push that up against me like that…

Scarabia Student: It's too cute, dammit!  Bring me another drink―

Jade: We've had customer after customer become simply enthralled by how the Tsum eagerly presses the menus onto them with its tiny body…

Jade: Everyone is placing orders left and right, like you wouldn't believe.

Floyd: Yeah, and it's 'cause of that I'm super tired.

Floyd: And if we left Jade's Tsum out on the main floor, it'd prolly just ransack the place, so we had to put it to work in the kitchen.

Jade: That Tsum was so eager to assist us out here, too. It seemed so disappointed that its helping hand was slapped away.

Jade: But putting that aside, if we continue at this pace, we expect our sales to increase by 5 times the usual amount.

Azul: 5 times!?

Azul: True, when Floyd's Tsum was here last, sales increased threefold. Are you telling me that we've already surpassed that amount?

Azul: I should expect nothing less from a Tsum that bears my likeness. I am elated it has great business acumen…!

Jade: Isn't it quite an astonishing amount?

Azul: Indeed. This is a fantastic outcome! I shall have to heap praise onto that Tsum later!

Azul: If it would continue to generate such high profits like this, I would wish that we could keep my mini-me Tsum here forever.

Azul: Ah, and of course, Jade and Floyd. You've both done a fantastic job.

Azul: The increase in sales is all thanks to the two of you allowing the Tsum to do as it pleases!

Floyd: Ahah. It's so rare for you to openly and honestly compliment us like this. Must've been super happy, huh.

Jade: I'm honored by your praise. Incidentally, Azul, would you allow us to suggest something?

Azul: Suggest what?

Jade: We would like to entrust the ownership of the Mostro Lounge to the Tsum.

Jade: That is, in your stead

Azul: Wh-What!?

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland and @symphonyprincessuta.

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Crossfire ---✈︎ 2

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Word Count: 5,618

Summary: After a rowdy night of drinks and some beachside conversation, you find yourself growing closer to your new squadron, one member and one night drive at a time.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first part, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || tw: death mention, major character death, spoilers for TG: Maverick

Author Note: I am not hopelessly cruel, really, so I am going to be pretty quick with these uploads, so long as I get the last section done that - admittedly - still isn’t written. I love, love, love hearing your feedback so please do not hesitate to comment, reblog, flood my askbox, I wanna know your thoughts!!

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By the time you’re ready to go, most of the bar’s patrons had funneled out, including most of your squadron. Payback still sat on the other end of the bar, talking to a girl you didn’t recognize. You’d spent most of your time catching up with Penny, talking and ordering drink after drink. With abundant laughter rolling through you, the woman sighs looking at her watch. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Shiner, but it’s past 2. Bar’s closed for the night.”

With a drunken gasp you sit up. “You didn’t do last call!” You try, but a voice from behind you speaks up. 

“Oh, she certainly did. You ordered three more Cojitos. I drank two of them.” Rooster is pulling his shirt back on over his white vest, snickering at your state. 

“That’s rude. You pay for ‘em? Otherwise, you owe me two drinks.” You frown, causing Penny to jump in. 

“He paid for them. Now, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” She offers kindly and you sigh, pulling your wallet out and tossing a tip on the bar. Penny picks it up with a face, shaking her head. “I’m not taking this.”

“Yes you are.” You try to argue. 

“Nope. I can’t.” She puts the fifty back on the bar and you pick it back up. 

“I’ll put it in your mailbox the next time I’m out your way and then you risk Amelia getting it.” You hold it up one more time and the woman sighs, taking it with a smile. 

“G’night Lieutenant.” She hums, and you give her a mild salute before heading to the backdoor. You were more than content walking the beach for the rest of the night - you were off tomorrow, luckily. Part of you wondered if Maverick just wanted an excuse to have a three day weekend, but none of you were complaining. 

As you’re walking the shoreline, you can feel the cool chill of summer air hit you, making you wrap your arms around yourself carefully. Paired with the cool water that laps over your toes every now and then, you find peace here. Looking up the beach, you can see the stars light up the mountains that surround the area, making you smile. 

This was still one of your favorite places, even after all this time. You’re not sure what it would take to change that - if anything. Your last name breaks through the air from behind, leaving you to turn towards the sound. When you do, you spot Rooster, jogging up behind you. Finally, he catches up to you, shoes in his hand as he matches your pace. “You gonna walk all the way back to the base or…?” You can still smell the rum off his lips, and you’re sure that you are in the same predicament. 

The free feeling that consumes you is rightly from the amount of alcohol running through you. You can’t help it, Cojitos don’t taste anything like alcohol, and you knew that going into the night. “Maybe. It would just be another workout you happen to interrupt.” You taunt him, spotting the grin on his features. It doesn’t initially hit you, but you eventually realize what was happening. What had once been out-right insults had morphed into teasing. Friendly or otherwise… you’re not sure. 

“Well, I don’t want to stop you, but… “ He slows to a stop, causing you to do the same, looking at him as he extends his arm, shoes in hand with a pointed finger. “Base is that way.” Both of you begin to crack up, shaking your heads at your inability to navigate. 

“I guess you prevented me from making a very, very long trip home then.” You hum as both of you head back to the Hard Deck. 

“I guess I have. Especially if you let me give you a ride back. I’d hate to explain to Maverick where you drunkenly wobbled off to.” He digs an elbow into your arm, letting you giggle. You’re looking back at him, seeing his gaze on you, matched with a warm smile. 

“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?” You ask, leaving him to shrug. 

“You said it, not me.” Chuckling, he’s happily leading the way back. 

When you do make it to the parking lot, you see his classic baby blue Bronco is the only vehicle in the lot. It’s a gorgeous car, which you stop to take a minute to appreciate. Fingers glide along the trim of the door, looking at it more deliberately as Rooster reaches into the trunk, grabbing a towel. “I’ve always loved classic cars. They make the day to day of life stand out.” He’s coming around the back of the trunk, opening your car door. 

“Call it a hobby.” He shrugs, handing you the towel to brush the sand off your feet. You’re using the door to keep your balance, leaning against it as you half-ass your efforts to clean off your feet. Soon after, you’re losing your balance, falling forward, Rooster quickly reaching out his arms to catch you, which he does. You’re in a fit of laughter as he tightens his grip on you in an effort to stand you back up. Once standing, he’s holding onto your shoulders, looking you in the eye. You witness the laughter coming from him as well as he looks to the ground. “You alright?” Chuckling alongside you, he looks back up at you as you let one of your hands take his that’s resting on your shoulder. 

“I’m fine,” You giggle, using his support on your shoulders to finish the task before climbing in the car. Soon enough, he’s doing the same, climbing in and starting it with ease. 

As you drive along the roads, the cold air finally starts to get to you. You’re about to roll up the window when he stops you. “Ugh, that window crank doesn’t.. Work.” He attempts to dissuade you, causing you to glance at him. 

“Some hobby you’ve got, Rooster.” You taunt, seeing his smirk. 

“Alright smartass, and here I was about to offer up the blanket in the backseat.” He waves you off when you pout. 

“No, no, I’m sorry. Please?” You’re trying to fight the smile on your face, but you’re quickly failing as you move to another fit of giggles. 

“Nope, guess you’ve gotta suffer.” He retorts, driving along with a calm ease to him. You’re looking around and finally notice you’re on a different route to base than you were anticipating. 

“Hey, where we going?” You ask, watching as he takes a turn. 

“Taking the long way. It’s a nice night out.” He shrugs. “I mean, I can head back if you need to get home-”

“I was just curious. It’s not like we’ve got work tomorrow.” You remind him, leaving him to grin. He’s fiddling with the radio soon after, hearing the intro to one of countless Elvis songs. You weren’t too familiar with his less popular tracks, which this one turned out to be. But, unsurprisingly, he knew each of the words by heart. He’s turning up the volume, singing along as he’s driving. Each time he sings a line, he’s theatrically adding facial expressions and hand gestures in tandem, cracking you up as you move around the roads of California, cool air rolling over both of you, wind in your hair. There’s still moisture thickening the air, carrying the smell of the ocean with it, bringing it with you, no matter where you were headed. Rooster turns into another parking lot, still happily singing along to a song about poor Elvis being unable to reach his sweetheart because she kept sending his letters back. ”Alright, if this is your attempt to kill me, you could’ve just poisoned me with alcohol and left me on the beach.” You comment, seeing him shake his head as he climbs out of the vehicle. 

“I’m not in the mood to be dishonorably discharged from the Navy, Moon.” He’s quick with a response, the back of the truck vibrating. Curiosity gets the best of you and you’re climbing out. By now, you’ve started to sober up, watching his actions. Rooster climbs up into the bed of the truck, turning and looking down at you. Soon after, he’s sticking out a hand, expectantly waiting for you to take it to climb up with him. So you do, climbing up and balancing yourself. He then hands you a blanket, which you happily wrap yourself up in as he settles in a comfortable spot against the back windscreen. You mimic his spot, looking around. 

“What are we doing-” Soon, your chin is being directed upward with a gentle grip between his thumb and forefinger. When you find the sightline he’s after, you hum with surprise.

“My dad brought my mom and I out here right before he died. They were having a firework show and he set up a cushy spot in the truck bed and let us sit and watch. Not a soul was in the lot with us. When the fireworks finished, he had a box of sparklers for me to play with while he and my mom caught up. We had to leave not even two days later.” The two of you sit with your heads tilted up towards the sky, looking at the stars, finding constellations. “On days like today, when I feel like it gets a bit too much… I try to get back there. Back when it was the three of us.” He shifts in his spot, leaving you to look at him. It’s very faint, but along the specks of gold in the melting pot of brown and green that were his eyes, you got the reflection of the stars. There’s immense beauty in them - the stars and his eyes. 

The quiet has tucked the two of you away by now, with you still watching his eyes, Rooster watching the sky. “Thank you.” Finally he turns back to you again when you speak. “For a piece of quiet. I think… we both needed this.” You glance back up to the sky again. 

You’re in that lot for nearly an hour before you get back into the cab of the truck and head to base. Finally, you’re past the gates again, parking and starting to climb out. You’re not wanting to leave the warmth of the blanket, but you drop it back into the truck bed anyways. You’re starting towards the sidewalk when Rooster catches up again, tossing you something. A jacket, which you’re happy to take. Pulling it on, the two of you walk, mindlessly for the most part. Soon enough, you come up on your door and you stop. “I think it might be time to call it a night.” You suggest and Rooster nods with a yawn. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” Pocketing his hands, the two of you awkwardly stand there as you begin to unlock the door. You’re about to open it when your name comes from him. 

Your first name. Which makes you look at him. He’s carefully stepping forward as you wait for him to say something. Instead, his head begins to dip towards yours. Instinctually, you’re closing your eyes, just as his lips meet yours. It’s awkward and sloppy, your noses smush against one another, but it is the best feeling. His hand comes to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer until you break the contact, needing air. When you do, you open your eyes again, meeting his shortly after. “Goodnight, Moonshine.” He pulls himself from you, a quick salute of his fingers as he turns to head to his own dorm. 

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When you arrive at the airfield the next day, you’re surprised to see the note on the whiteboard in the hangar. In poor penmanship, likely Maverick’s, sits a message in blue ink. 

Materials required for today’s lesson: swimming attire. 

As the team huddles around the board, you look at one another in confusion. Still, you all split to go and grab the requested article. 

When you return, Maverick stands with an old school Fighter’s shirt and swim trunks, sunglasses on his face - a football wedged between his side and his arm. “We’re going on a field trip.” The fourteen of you - including Mav and Hondo - make your way to the beach just in front of Penny’s bar, where he explains that for this mission to have a greater success rate, you would need to learn to communicate and coordinate with one another, which would be done off the airfield and in the sand in the form of ‘Dogfight Football’. 

It takes you all a minute to get the rules straight - but when you do, you’re all going at top speed. You’ve found that Rooster has taken to the game like a fish to water, which is far from where you’re at. You’d never been strong at team sports, but Rooster is happy to pull you to the side to explain what you were missing; His mini-lessons would assist you as you got further along in the game. There are plenty of times where you end up on your back, rolling in the sand with your teammates as Hondo attempts to referee the game. When the sun is setting for the day, none of you are ready to go home as Maverick himself joins in on the second round of the game. You’re grabbing a drink of water when out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rooster peeling the white vest from his chest. Half of your water ends up out of its container and onto your own chest as you register the sun’s glare on his skin. You curse, wiping at your mouth and haphazardly get the lid back on. “Moonshine! We’re waiting on you!” Fitch is shouting from his spot near the water, making you drop your bottle. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Hours pass before your energy is fully exhausted, wherein Maverick ‘dismisses’ the class, the boys all heading to Penny’s back porch for a beer, leaving you and Phoenix to head back to base for a shower. The two of you climb into your car, starting the engine and blasting the AC. You’re like a bat out of hell as you pull away from the building, desperate to wash off the sand, salt and sweat off. 

“Well that was an unexpected way to get a point across.” Phoenix starts, already pointing the vent toward her to try to beat the stuffy heat of the car, having been baking in the waning sunlight of the afternoon.

“I think it worked really well, honestly. There was one point where I even saw Hangman and Rooster high five.” It’s spoken with a sarcastic tone, but you’re certain that the two were finally getting along - somewhat. At least you hoped, especially after the stunt Hangman had pulled in the lecture hall the other day, that nearly ended in a physical altercation between the two men. 

“Let’s pray it did. Something tells me this is going to be the beginning of the end.” Phoenix sighs and you understand what she means. There were no shortcuts and no fooling around from here. Shit was about to hit the fan when it came to training. Both of you grow quiet. Soon after, the sun is nearly blinding you with how low it’s gotten and you’re cursing. 

“Hey, can you grab my sunglasses from the back?” You ask her for a favor as you drive, knowing you’d changed your shirt and forgotten them somewhere in the backseat. The brunette shifts herself to look for them, rummaging around for a while before she pulls a faded blue jacket from the backseat, handing over your sunglasses while focused on the item. “Thanks.” You take them easily, sliding them over your nose and glancing at her. 

“This is yours?” She asks, holding the fabric up by the shoulders. “Looks a little big for you.” When you glance over, you’re finally registering what she’d pulled out. 

“Oh, no, that’s a friend’s.” You try to leave it at that as she inspects the patches sewn onto the denim, fingers tracing over the red thread that secures it to the jacket. 

“A Navy friend?” She gives an unamused squint of her eyes towards you before further inspecting the jacket, it seems as though she’s been clued off with the vintage Naval badges that litter it. When she finds the label, she finds an embroidered ‘G’ on the tag, a near gasp leaving her as she connects the dots. “Shiner, does this belong to who I think it does?” Her voice is filled with disapproval, clutching the fabric tightly into a fist. 

In an attempt to tranquilize the argument that’s inbound, you begin your line of defense. “Now hold on, you abandoned me at the bar the other night and Rooster drove me home. His window was broken and I was cold, so he let me borrow his jacket. I just haven’t gotten around to returning it, which is why it’s still in my car.” With a rational explanation, she tosses the jacket back to its place on the back seat with a thunk. 

“Okay, good. So long as it doesn’t go past that.” You give her a weird look, causing her to continue. “I mean, I’m glad that you guys are starting to get along but I’ve heard things. He’s got a reputation you know. Not to mention, he’s screwed you over before to get what he wants. I just… don’t want you to feel cheated out of a spot again.” As she says it, it burrows itself into your brain. You’d not thought of that. What if it had been a ploy to distract you? To get you to fall behind so he could come out on top again? You sweep it under the rug, after all there’s nothing that pointed to any malicious intent right now, at least not from what you can tell.

“I see what you mean. I appreciate the lookout, Phee, but I think we’re gonna go the route of ‘guilty until proven otherwise’. It was just a ride home after all, no different than this.” You wag a finger between the two of you, referring to the current ride you’re on, as you pull onto the road to the base she nods. 

“You’re right, you’re right. Just trying to get ya to tread with caution.”

So you do. The next few days you take a small step back from Rooster, strictly professional - pilot to pilot. That is until the shock of Admiral Kazansky’s death comes to all of your doorsteps. 

The service left all of you quiet. No one spoke a word, especially not Maverick. Not on the way there, or the way back. You truly felt as though you’d never stood more still for a salute than you had that day. With a blue sky and a gentle breeze sending the flag unfurling, you stood like steel, all while pushing emotion back as best as you can, but it’s difficult when you can see your own captain starting to crumble. You never thought you’d find yourself vulnerable enough to waiver from the enduring practices the Navy had put you through. Yet, you flinch when Maverick pins his Naval Badge into the coffin.

You tried to find peace after the service had completed, which meant you were at the beach again, thinking over it all. 

From what you’d heard, he’d been ill for some time, yet no one really knew. Perhaps that made sense. The Admiral did not want anyone to see him for anything other than what he was: A lion–hearted man who saw opportunity in everyone, no matter their rank or place in life. After all, it was because of him that Maverick was placed in his position as your instructor and for that you owed him plenty. 

As you’re about to head home, you spot the familiar pilot at the stoop of the Hard Deck. Taking counted steps, you’re joining him at his spot, making it comfy as you look at him. “Hey. How are you holding up?” You’re careful with your question, primarily as you can’t imagine being in his shoes. 

You watch Maverick’s shoulders shrug, before you let a hand rest on one. “Yeah, me too.” Instead of prodding the conversation further, you look at the water lapping on the shore, listening to the crashing sound. 

“No one tells you how many friends you lose when you join the Navy.” Mav speaks with such bitterness, leaving you to look at him. 

“Is this you telling me?” You try, an effort to lighten the mood, ever so slightly. He glances at you with a small smile before sighing. 

“Just might be. We weren’t exactly at war or anything but I can still tell you I’ve been to more funerals than I’ve ever expected to be at.”  He’s fiddingling with his hands, making you watch as he’s picking at a hangnail. 

“I hope that won’t be the case with us.” You offer, which makes him look at you. Of course you had your concerns with the rest of the group, they’d started to grow on you - like algae or a bad pop song that’s been overplayed. 

“Us, huh?” He points it out and you smile, shaking your head as you lean into him. 

“Yeah. Us. They may be assholes but they’re admittedly my assholes.” You retort with a happy grin. “I hate to think that one day they won’t be with us, if that’s by choice or happenstance… I think part of me came to realize that today.”

Maverick rolls his head towards the parking lot as he hums in agreement. “I just hope for all of you it’s at the hands of something potentially expected. I would hate for it to just.. Come up and grab you all by surprise.”

You can’t even imagine. You’ve thought about - especially when it comes up in conversation with Rooster. Losing his parents both so unexpectedly… you hated to think about how that impacted him. First his dad, he couldn’t have been more than 6. Then his mom in the middle of what are supposed to be some of the best years… 

“What was Rooster’s dad like?”

For the next forty minutes, Maverick happily goes on about their days in TOPGUN and prior. What Rooster had been like as a kid… how they had quickly fallen out over something neither of them enjoyed. You had half the mind to ask what it would take for the two of them to get back onto the same terms but you’re not sure it’s entirely possible at this point. 

“It’d take a miracle, kid.” He sighs, standing up to head out - presumptuously to Penny’s to seek some well needed guidance that you weren’t able to provide. 

“Well as it stands we’re working on being miracle-workers. I’ll give you a call if the first two work out.” You tease, referring to the very mission you all had to tackle. The amused yet disapproving grin on his features is enough reassurance to be comfortable leaving him again, seeing he’s in much higher spirits than when you found him. 

You stand with caution, hands in the pockets of the jacket on your shoulders - yes, that jacket, and it seems that Phoenix isn’t the only one to notice it. 

When his head raises, Maverick smiles at the sight. “Man, I haven’t seen this in years.” He reaches up, pulling the fabric from your torso to get a better look at it, only for you to let your arms come out in a T shape, displaying the coat for him to see, the worn patches proudly stitched into the material. You take your time and slowly spin for him before sitting down. 

“Rooster let me borrow it on the way home the other night. Keep forgetting to give it back to him.” There’s guilt in the confession. You’re keeping a part of his dad from him, but at the same time… it smelled like Rooster. And maybe you selfishly wanted to keep it a little longer for that reason. 

“He must trust you a great deal then.” Maverick makes the comment which leads you to look at him with confusion. 

“You think?” This causes him to laugh. 

“Oh, I know. He barely talks to me about his folks, let alone lend me their cherished belongings.” The captain has a point there, it’s a sharp comparison to what Phoenix had suggested, which is far more reassuring than you expected it to be. You’re now realizing you haven’t said anything for a while. Before you can form a sentence, your instructor stands, looking down at you. “Be careful.” He speaks before heading out to the direction of the parking lot. 

Suddenly you’re not sure if he’s talking about the jacket or the man who owns it. 

The following morning, you find your team at the lecture hall, expecting another day of Maverick chasing you down in the air or making you want to hurl with half radius turns but instead, you’re met with Admiral Bates and Simmons. You’d not seen them since the first day of your assignment when they’d introduced Maverick. Who is nowhere to be seen. 

It’s then that Admiral Bates explains that Maverick is gone and Admiral Simmons is taking over and to top it all off, you now have only a week to do the impossible. 

As if you weren’t already shitting bricks at the start of all of this. Now you were being tested to do something that hadn’t even been done before. One of you was about to speak up when the nearest radio starts up about an unauthorized F-18 in the air. When the pilot identifies themselves. Maverick was in air and about to attempt the run - in 2.15. 

You all had your ears honed, eyes fixated on the screen in front of you, watching his position, speed, time.

He’s. Doing it. 

The group surrounding you is jumping into comments, encouragements, mumblings. Sat with your arms crossed against your chest, you watch like a hawk as the captain approaches the target…

Contact.

For the rest of the morning, the group is electrified and frankly - won’t shut up about it. Hungry, you suggest lunch at a nearby sub shop along the beach. About five people take you up on it, including Rooster. You all navigate there before sitting down to eat. Unsurprisingly, you’re the first to finish your meal, seeing as everyone else is too hyper-fixated on the run that Maverick had shoved in Simmons’ face. 

Eventually, the energy dies down as people leave, which leaves you and Rooster as he starts to finish his meal. You’ve cleaned up, and didn’t want to abandon him, so you sit as he munches on what’s left of his sandwich. Your gaze has shifted to the window, only before you hear the other attempt to speak, but with his mouth full, you can’t make out very much. “Wanna try that again?” You tease, looking back toward him, seeing him wipe at his mouth in an attempt to clean up. 

“I was saying that Coyote suggested we have a weekend for Dogfighting Football again.” He brings up a conversation that you’re actually willing to engage in. 

“Really? Even though he got his ass absolutely pummeled?” You lean back in your seat, boots pushing off the side of his chair to let you rock on the back two legs. 

“Oh yeah, he’s looking for redemption, obviously.” The male crumbles up his parchment paper and remaining crumbs from his sandwich, tossing it in the little plastic red basket they served their sandwiches in. “You ready to head out?” A nod, you let all four legs sit on the floor again, heading to the door way before Rooster was ready. You’re stepping out into the sun again, smiling as the golden rays warm your skin. You keep the door open for your company who is trailing behind you. You’re about to head to the car when Rooster turns down the road even further. 

“Car’s the other way, Bradley.” You comment, catching up with him. The name is so easy off your tongue, you nearly don’t catch the discrepancy. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of your mistake. “Did I just call you, Bradley? Shit, Rooster. Rooster.”

You’re scared to look at his expression, wondering how badly you’d screwed up. But instead of the menacing glare you’re expecting, you get… nothing. He’s fiddling with a green packet of gum he’s retrieved from his pocket. Finally he speaks as he shoves a stick of gum into his mouth. “Eh, don’t freak about it. As for the car, I know it is. I’m not entirely eager to get back to Maverick’s fanbase just yet and something tells me neither are you.” He gives a knowing smirk while offering gum from the pack as he strolls along the boardwalk. You politely decline, leaving him to pocket it again. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly impressive.” You offer, pushing your sunglasses down from your head and back onto the bridge of your nose. 

“Incredibly. Really.” 

“Absolutely.” Both of you are snickering when you come upon an ice cream stand. Seeing the cartoon popsicles makes you smile, Rooster catching it and slowing down. He’s staring at the menu pensively, making you also look over the options. There’s dozens of options, but you have one picked out, pulling your wallet out. Rooster speaks up. 

“Can I get the Spiderman popsicle, and whatever the lady wants?” While fiddling with your wallet, you hadn’t realized that he had a ten bill in his pocket and had already handed it over to the vendor. 

“The Spongebob popsicle please.” You smile kindly at the woman under the umbrella watching as she pulls them both out for you, handing over the change, which Rooster drops in her tip jar. She gives a nod, thanking him before the two of you continue on whatever path you were on. Unwrapping your treats, you stick out your hand for his wrapper, which he happily deposits in your hand, leaving you to drop them in a nearby barrel with a black garbage bag. A faux garbage can if you will. He holds his popsicle out towards you, leaving you to bump yours with his as though they were champagne glasses. 

Both of you enjoy your walk in the California sun, no words exchanged, just enjoying a nostalgic treat and the view around you. It seems as though the sun is melting your treat faster than you can consume it though, as Spongebob’s eyes begin to droop with the melting confection. It leaves you with little choice, grabbing the gumball with your teeth before chewing it. Rooster shakes his head. “You’re ruthless. Stealing eyeballs left and right.” He says it with such a straight face, making you laugh, nearly dropping your popsicle. 

With sticky hands and stale gum, the two of you start back to your car to head back to base. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do push-ups when we get back for being late.” You point out, seeing the leisurely pace your teammate is walking at. 

“Eh, I don’t know, maybe if we kiss enough ass Maverick will let us off with a warning.”

“That is if he was reinstated to his post.” You remind him, knowing that he had technically stolen the jet he’d performed his record run at. 

“Valid points were made.” He offers as you start toward your car when you reach the gravel parking lot. It reminds you of the conversation you’d had the other night about the origin of the three scars on his chin. You unlock the sedan, climbing in with ease. Though, as you’re starting the car, you hear a thump come from Rooster’s side. You turn to see him cursing and rubbing the side of his head. Laughing, you reach over with concern. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You find the spot he’d collided with the car frame with, carefully running fingers over it. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He huffs, reaching up to grab your wrist, pulling your hand down slowly. When it's back in his lap, you smile, waiting for him to let it go only to ruffle his hair before you back out of your spot. 

“Klutz.” You start on the coastline road that leads back to base, hearing him mess with the AUX cord in your car. When he’s plugged in his phone, you half expect some old school music like the other night, but instead, the familiar comedic chanting from Blue Swede’s Hooked On A Feeling comes through instead. Rooster has the window down, starting to sing along, theatrics and all. Amplified even, since he’s not in the driver seat this time. He’s practically rocking the car as you pick up speed down the highway. You’re still giggling as he does so, catching a glance of him mock singing into a microphone. As you approach a stop sign, he looks at you with a knowing smile, having put a pause to his nonsense. The chorus kicks into high gear again, leaving him to start the high note, letting you laugh again. You cover your mouth with one hand, the other still on the wheel. As he carries on, you see him share your brief eye contact. Hazel eyes you’ve come to know like the back of your hand. 

Hazel eyes you’d begun to fall for.

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Random question, Prince! How do you thinks would've played out if Melissa was the one Peter bit that fateful night? Perhaps she went looking for her foolish son and his even more foolish friend because she knows they went looking for that corpse. How does she navigate her new reality? Does Derek approach her similarly to how he approached Scott in canon? Does Peter make himself known sooner? What about Deaton?

I just LOVE hearing your thoughts on these types of things 🥰

Personally, I don't see your scenario happening because, as many fans do, it takes it as a given that Peter's selection of Scott was an act of instinct and not a calculated decision. I am of the opinion that it's 99% likely that Peter was fully aware of what he was doing when he Bit Scott. My evidence is as follows:

The Beacon Hills Police Department had been in the woods for as long as it had taken Stiles to eavesdrop on his father's conversation, to try to reach Scott on the phone, to get to Scott's, to convince Scott to come with him, and then to drive out to the Preserve. I think it highly that Peter would never have come across at least one police deputy alone in the woods over that amount of time, especially with an alpha werewolf's heightened senses.

It follows that if you accept my headcanon that Peter eavesdropped on Scott's and Stiles's conversation while going through the woods, Scott presented as the perfect target. Scott is revealed in the conversation as bored, plagued by asthma, and desiring to be a sports star; all of these things becoming a werewolf will change. Judging by his relationship with Stiles, Scott also seems to be a follower. He's young, so he'll survive the Bite. Peter chose Scott on purpose.

The amount of convincing and planning he had to do to get Nurse Jennifer not only to help him but also to help him effectively meant that he had to be fully aware for some time. This is why Derek switched sides when Scott told him that Nurse Jennifer had gotten the flyer from Deaton's office; Derek realized then that Peter's claim of killing Laura accidentally had to be false.

Finally, in Master Plan (2x12), Peter reveals that a week after he got out of his coma, he located the Hale family records and transferred them to a laptop, hiding it in their house so thoroughly that not only Derek missed it but so did the crime scene investigators looking into Kate's death. It's quite a feat for someone who is supposedly not in possession of his faculties.

If you accept this argument as true, Peter would never have selected Melissa the way he selected Scott. She's older and more mature; she's not going to hide things to avoid getting in trouble with her parents. She's out in the woods looking for her son, which means Peter would have to deal with him as well. Melissa, as a mature adult, would probably be a lot more willing to immediately go to the police and seek proper medical attention for an animal bite. He wanted a soldier he could manipulate, not a fully grown adult who would immediately cause him trouble if not reveal him to the Argents.

There is, however, a scenario where he might try to Bite her, and that would be if Nurse Jennifer didn't exist. Let's say he tries to seduce Melissa when she's his nurse instead of Jennifer. He would perhaps play off her insecurities about being desirable, her empathy and compassion for his state, and what Peter could do for her son Scott. However, when he tried to persuade her to help him lure Laura into an ambush, she would reject him, and he might desperately Bite her in an attempt to bind her to him. He wouldn't just kill her; he needs Laura's alpha spark to recover fully and he can't afford to draw attention yet.

It would not work out well for him. If she didn't immediately go to her son's best friend's father, she would contact Laura directly and tell her that Peter was awake but he might be mentally imbalanced. Laura and Derek would come back, but this time they wouldn't be taken by surprise. Laura would teach Melissa how to control herself, and the three of them would work on Peter to get him to see reason or to neutralize him if he wouldn't.

It is possible that Peter might somehow get the drop on Laura even then, but Derek wouldn't be misled and Melissa would certainly do something, because, after all "If [she] can do something to help, then [she would] do it. [She would] have to." The struggle would begin.

Scott dating Allison would still be a complication, because Allison didn't date Scott because of his cool werewolf abilities, but of his helpful and friendly attitude at the vet clinic. Now, Melissa would have to balance learning how to control her werewolf instincts, fighting Peter's plans, and hiding her secret from her son and her son's girlfriend.

Heck, that sounds like a damn good show.

EDIT: Someone pointed out that my idea needs work -- Peter couldn't turn Melissa until after he became Alpha. Most of what I wrote is still relevant. It would still be interesting!

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