#but my head hurts and i still feel so spacy :(

[gaybananabread]

☾༺Just a Bit Longer༻☽

~So I’ve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these two’s dynamic; they’re just so silly. Not my best work, but writer’s block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if it’s your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Alex

Ler: Henry

Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his lover’s dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.

Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.

The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than he’d expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didn’t make his brain want to explode.

His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didn’t think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, he’d be fine. What he didn’t think about, however, was how Henry would take it.

Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadn’t meant to put it off, but with the three exams he’d had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.

Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.

Knocking the “shave and a haircut” pattern on his lover’s door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.

There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldn’t handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped him.

Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.

“Uh…hey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.” Alex’s gaze was back on his computer in seconds.

Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldn’t Alex just use common sense?

“Alex, darling. It’s two in the morning. You need to sleep.”

Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. “Says you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.” While that wasn’t untrue, Henry’s problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.

“Look, I’m going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.”

Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henry’s expectations was Alex’s special talent.

“This is due at eight AM…uh, today. I’ve only got six hours to finish this thing, but I’m almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.” This would have been more comforting if Alex hadn’t already said that three times.

“Alex, please. If you sleep now, I’ll wake you up at six, and we’ll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.” He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didn’t have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.

“It’s fine, Henry. I’m all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment I’m done, I’ll eat your face. Okay, baby?” Alex flipped the other man’s strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.

For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.

Alex had invited him to the White House for June’s birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some rather…unconventional methods.

Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.

Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alex’s scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.

That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.

A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you~?” Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them above his head.

Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.

“Henry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-” He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.

“Sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I already have~” With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alex’s stomach, straddling him.

The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasn’t quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.

“What’s the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?” Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.

Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.

“Gehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!” Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.

Even on a good day, it’d be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.

“Why on Earth would I do that? I’m quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,” Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didn’t really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.

“Fuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!” Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriend’s neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.

“Wow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,” he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.

The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasn’t very successful.

“SHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!” Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.

That seemed to work quite well.

“GAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!” The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.

Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was “fuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-”

Hearts practically formed in Henry’s eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.

“This all ends the moment you agree to rest. Or…would you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. You’d surely be exhausted then, wouldn’t you?”

Alex couldn’t even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.

“HEHENRY! PLEHE- snrk” It took a solid minute, but Alex’s resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasn’t helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.

While it wasn’t an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.

“H-hoholy shihihit… Thahat was evil.” He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadn’t laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.

“Possibly. You deserved it, though.” Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.

Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. He’d all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.

Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.

They’d finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but that’s what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.

“Good night, love.”

#rwrb tickle #lee!alex #ler!henry #ticklish!alex #sfw tickling community #tickle #tickle fic #red white and royal blue tickle #rw&rh tickle #rwrb alex #rwrb henry #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb

[ellayuki]

04102022 - 9-1-1

~

“I wonder what things would’ve been like,” Buck says, gazing up at the stars, his usually spacy balcony feeling small and cramped for some reason this evening. Maybe it’s all the beer, he thinks tipsily. He’s had… a few, he’s lost count. 

Eddie, sitting in the chair a couple of feet away, still nursing his own bottle, hums in question. “If?”

If you hadn’t gotten shot that day, Buck thinks, pressing absentmindedly at his sternum. It always hurts when he thinks of that day, even now. If I’d done some things differently these past few years. If- He takes another pull from his beer. “If Daniel hadn’t gotten sick,” is what spills through his teeth, tumbling off his loose tongue like a dark secret.

He can feel Eddie turning to look at him, can just catch it out of the corner of his eyes, but Buck keeps his gaze trained on the dark sky. 

He’s thought about it, in his lowest days. Could imagine it almost clearly. His parents - happy. Maddie, too, not having to spend her youth raising her kid brother, because their parents would have done right by Daniel, would have loved him and cared for him like any normal family would. 

“What’s the point of wondering about that?” Eddie asks, and his voice sounds a bit too casual. Even in his half-drunk state, Buck can tell his best friend isn’t liking where this conversation is going. 

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Just. Maybe life would have been better for everyone.”

“Not for me.”

It doesn’t register at first, because Eddie’s voice is so low, it’s barely above a whisper, but when it does, it feels like a hand wraps around Buck’s lungs and squeezes hard enough to leave him breathless. 

He’s already dizzy when he finally turns to face Eddie, but the look on the man’s face makes the world spin harder, and tilts it on its axis just enough to make Buck feel like he might slip away off its edge if he’s not careful. “Eddie…” he starts, but Eddie just shakes his head, his eyes so sad, it breaks Buck’s heart clean in two.

“Neither my life, nor Christopher’s would be better without you, Buck. You have to know that.”

And the thing is, Buck does. And on some days, he even believes it, too. Eddie and Chris make it easy to believe it, but… “I guess.”

Eddie sighs, his shoulders slumping, and Buck wants to reach over. Wants to make that defeated look go away. Eddie shouldn’t look like that, not ever, and especially not because of Buck. “What more do I have to do to get you to actually believe me?”

And well. 

There’s an answer on the tip of Buck’s tongue, both a plea and a wish, but he swallows it along with another mouthful of beer.

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #911fic

[mstrickster]

Connie's Epic & Awesome Baby Shower.

This was a prompt given by an anon. I love these prompts cause it really has me writing a lot. Anyways the prompt was a prequel to my previous story, showing Connie's baby shower. Side note, Jesse is quickly becoming my favorite person to write. He really allows my sassiness to come through. Anyways, Enjoy!

“Why did Connie send you with me?” Charlie asked Jesse.

The two were on their way to the airport to pick up Dwayne, Luis, Kenny and Russ. They were all flying in for Connie’s baby shower.

Julie arrived last week and was staying at Adam and Charlie’s because they have a huge kitchen.

“Because Adam is better at decorating.” Jesse reminded him.

Adam had stayed back to help Guy and Connie with the last of the decorations. Charlie loved Jesse but he also really loved Adam.

“He is not.” Charlie countered.

Jesse laughed. “Your house says different.”

“That's not fair, I let him decorate cause I chose the house.” Charlie objected.

“Uh huh and it’s not because you would cover the house in Duck colors and Hockey posters.” Jesse commented.

“Is it because he’s gay?” Charlie wondered, “Cause that’s stereotypical.”

“No it’s because he’s a cake-eater and grew up with the finer things.” Jesse argued.

“Fair point.” Charlie conceded.

“Besides, just because you’re Bi doesn’t make you any less in love with cake-eater.” Jesse teased.

“I can’t help it, he stole my heart a long time ago.” Charlie lamented

“More like checked you into the boards and took it from you.” Jesse said with a laugh.

Charlie laughed too.

“Yeah he was a punk when he was on the hawks.” Charlie agreed.

“Come to find out he is just very affected by his surroundings.” Jesse insisted, “After not being around asses, we learned he’s 100% an introvert.”

“I’m glad, it means he feels safe around us.” Charlie replied wistfully.

Jesse rolled his eyes and pushed Charlie’s shoulder softly.

“Alright loverboy, reel it in.” Jesse teased. “Your pupils are gonna turn to actual hearts if you keep lamenting about your boyfriend.”

“Sorry Jesse,” Charlie said chuckling.

“9 years together and you’re still this mushy.” Jesse observed, “You must love him.”

“I do.” Charlie replied with a smile.

“You’re worse than Connie and Guy.” Jesse deadpanned.

“How dare you.” Charlie replied, faking hurt.

Jesse laughed and shoved him as they pulled up to the airport. The pair parked and took off to find their friends.

Kenny and Luis were coming in from Miami. After graduation they agreed to move in with Luis’ mom while they figured out what they wanted to use their degrees for.

Thankfully the Mendoza’s house was huge so they had plenty of privacy and had extra space should a fellow duck need to crash.

They were very happy just being together. Kenny had taken a job teaching figure skating and Luis helped his uncle fix up cars.

Dwayne was coming in from Austin. He had recently taken a job at an all boys school. He taught math and coached hockey. In high school he had been tested for a learning disability.

It came back he had ADHD, which explained why he seemed spacy sometimes. He was able to get treatment. He excelled in math and was great with kids so the teaching job was perfect.

Russ was coming in from Los Angeles. After school he went back to help his brother take care of their dad. Russ’ dad had suffered a minor stroke their senior year.

It took all the ducks to convince Russ not to drop out and head home when the news came through. However, once he had his diploma he was booking the plane home.

Thankfully his dad was able to recover. However, Russ had gotten used to living back home and agreed when his father asked him to move back in as his caregiver.

Along with taking care of his dad, Russ started doing shows at his local comedy club. With his wit and dry humor he was a fast hit.

He can go big time but Russ prefers to travel the LA area. He has a residence in a few clubs and casinos. It keeps him close to home and he gets paid to do what he loves.

“Who is arriving first?” Charlie asked Jesse.

“Russ should be here first, then Dwayne.” Jesse explained. “Then Kenny and Luis.”

“They’re all still on time?” Charlie asked, looking over the flight screens.

“Yep, they should all be here in time for the shower.” Jesse replied.

“Perfect,” Charlie stated. “Connie will skin us if we’re late to the shower.”

Jesse laughed but nodded.

“Come on, this way to Russ’ terminal.” Jesse instructed.

Charlie followed easily. It was about 11:15 am Minnesota time. Russ’ flight should have landed at 11:10 am. So Charlie and Jesse had made it just in time to meet him.

The pair scanned the area around the departure doors. Jesse spotted Russ first.

“Hey loudmouth!” Jesse cupped his hands and yelled.

Russ laughed and spotted Jesse. Hurrying over, he pulled Jesse into a loose headlock.

Jesse laughed and pushed him off before the two shared a handshake.

“We missed you, hollywood.” Jesse confessed.

“I wish I could say the same.” Russ jokes. “Damn, it’s freezing up here, who decided to have a shower in March.”

“Russ, it’s Minnesota.” Charlie replied sarcastically, “It’s cold like 9 months out of the year.”

“Which means you had 3 months where you had suitable weather.” Russ jokes.

Jesse snorts.

“It’s not our fault Connie is due in July.” He retorted.

“No but I will still blame you.” Russ replied.

Jesse and Charlie slugged Russ softly. Russ laughed and pulled Charlie into a hug. He did miss his friends, even if he would never admit that.

“Am I the first one?” He asked as the trio moved to retrieve Russ’ bags.

“Yeah but Dwayne should get in around 11:30.” Charlie replied.

“Then Kenny and Luis should arrive at 11:45.” Jesse added.

“So you got lucky and only had to collect 4 of us?” Russ teased.

“Well Julie got in last week, she wanted to be early so she could have enough time to make the cake for the party.” Charlie explained. Russ nodded in understanding.

“And Averman insisted he go down and pick up Goldberg.” Jesse admitted. Russ winced.

“That car ride had got to be insane.” He commented.

“Yeah, we didn’t argue with him too much.” Jesse confessed, causing Russ to snort.

“And Fulton and Portman work together so they are coming together.” Charlie noted.

“How are the construction jobs treating them?” Russ asked.

“Pretty good, it’s Minnesota so they’re always needed.” Jesse explained.

Russ nodded in understanding. He hasn’t lived in Minnesota for long but he saw how the winter affected the buildings.

“Is Bombay showing up?” Russ asked hesitantly.

Jesse frowned and shook his head.

“Connie invited him but he was in the middle of training his new recruits and couldn’t come.” Jesse explained.

Russ frowned, their former coach had been around less and less as the years went on. Charlie took it the hardest. He still loved their former coach but he was definitely a touchy subject.

Russ cleared his throat to clear the air.

“So, what is the plan while we wait for the others?” He asked Charlie.

Charlie smiled. “Well we can send you to Connie’s in a taxi or you can wait here while the others arrive.”

Russ scoffed. “Do you think I’d miss the insanity that is a Hall-Conway car ride?”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “It isn’t that exciting.”

“Watching you and Jesse argue about the new NFL draft or whatever else is free entertainment.” Russ teased. “It’s a good thing Jesse is straight cause he would definitely be competition for Adam.”

Jesse scoffed and shoved his friend playfully.

“Oh shut up.” Charlie sassed.

Russ laughed and led the pair to the baggage claim. Once Russ had gotten his suitcase and was settled into the waiting area of the airport's Caribou. Jesse and Charlie hurried to their next destination.

Dwayne’s plane was arriving at the gate on the far end of the airport. So Charlie and Jesse had to sprint to make it in time. The two came to a stop in front of the terminal. Both panting heavily. Their heads shot up at a familiar southern drawl.

“Yeehaw!” Dwayne explained. “Is the Jesse Hall and Charlie Conway I see!” The cowboy smiled and sauntered over to the pair.

“Hey, Tex.” Charlie said with a smile pulling Dwayne into a hug. Among the Ducks, Dwayne definitely gave the best hugs.

Dwayne hugged back tightly causing Charlie to laugh.

“I missed you too, Dwayne.” Charlie said, his words tight due to the loss of oxygen.

“Stop hogging him, Charlie.” Jesse sniggered.

Dwayne smiled and let go of Charlie only to pull Jesse into an equally tight hug. He loved Texas but nothing beat being among his friends again.

After a moment Dwayne pulled back.

“Thanks, I think you cracked my back.” Jesse said with a smile.

Dwayne let out a chuckle. “Who is all here?”

“At the airport or in Minnesota?” Charlie questioned.

“Both.” Dwayne replied.

“Russ is here and almost everyone else is in the area.” Charlie explained. “I think Averman and Goldberg are an hour out still.”

“Who decided that pair was a good idea to travel together?” Dwayne questioned, legitimately concerned.

Jesse chuckled. “Better them than us, cowboy.”

Dwayne thought for a second and nodded.

“Let’s grab your bags and we can drop you off with Russ.” Charlie explained. “We still have to grab Kenny and Luis.”

Dwayne nodded in agreement and followed Charlie and Jesse to baggage claim. Thankfully it took less time to grab Dwayne’s luggage and get him settled.

Russ hugged the Texan and they began talking immediately. This allowed Charlie and Jesse to step away and head to their final terminal.

Thankfully this time they were early. The flight in from Miami was the least busy. Most Floridians do not want to bear the cold. So it was easy to spot Kenny and Luis.

The two men exited the terminal hand in hand. They were discussing something softly so Charlie spotted them first.

“Kenny! Luis!” He shouted, waving his hands around.

The pair looked up and smiled. They strided over to Jesse and Charlie. No once did they relinquish the other’s hand.

“Hey guys.” Kenny said with a smile. “It’s great to be back.”

Jesse smiled and pulled Kenny into a hug.

“I’m sure it’s nice to be around others that aren’t Luis.” He joked, cradling Kenny dramatically.

“Yeah I hope you’ve been taking care of our precious Kenny.” Charlie added.

Luis stared at them exasperated.

“Nice to know which one of us is the favorite.” He commented dryly.

Charlie and Jesse laughed. Charlie pulled Luis into a hug and slapped him on the back. Luis smiled and hugged back. They soon switched so Kenny could hug Charlie and Jesse could give Luis a noogie.

Luis laughed and pushed off Jesse. He took Kenny’s hand again.

“So, what’s we miss?” Kenny asked.

“Not much, Russ and Dwayne are here chilling at Caribou.” Jesse explained. “You’re the last to arrive.”

“Cool, that means we can head out right after we grab our bags.” Luis said with a smile.

“It wouldn’t be so bad to wait.” Kenny argued. “I liked the Minneapolis airport.”

“Well thankfully you will have time to take in the airport when we drop you off for your return trip.” Charlie joked.

Kenny laughed. “Fair point, shall we?”

Luis nodded and the couple followed Jesse and Charlie to retrieve their bags. After they had secured their luggage. The group made their way to retrieve the last two.

Dwayne screamed Kenny’s name and pulled the shorter boy into a hug. Spinning him before setting him down, leaving Kenny slightly disheveled but sporting a large smile. Dwayne moved on to Luis, giving him a strong hug.

“I missed you guys.” Dwayne confessed.

Although all the Ducks were like family. The newer Ducks shared a special bond with each other.

“We missed you too, Dwayne.” Luis said with a smile.

“Kenny Wu, is that a ring on your finger?” Russ hollered.

Four pairs of eyes zeroed in on Kenny’s left hand. On his ring finger sat a simple silver band with a small ruby embedded in it.

Kenny blushed and played with the ring.

“We didn’t want to take attention away from Connie.” He confessed.

The questions were immediate. Kenny could barely register who was talking.

“When did this happen?”

“Did you pick out the ring or did Luis?

“Why didn’t you call us!”

“Is it real?”

Luis turned and glared softly at Russ.

“Yes, it’s real!” He said annoyed.

“Just making sure.” Russ teased. Luis rolled his eyes.

“We didn’t want a big deal about it.” Luis explained.

“Yes, because asking someone to marry you is a common, everyday thing.” Charlie replied sarcastically.

Kenny snorted.

“Luis proposed a week ago.” Kenny recalled, “He picked out the ring and it was so close to the baby shower we wanted to wait to tell everyone.”

“Our little Kenny is growing up.” Charlie said, wiping an invisible tear.

Kenny shoved him. “Get real.”

Charlie laughed. The small group congratulated the couple. Jesse turned to conversation back to their current situation.

“Alright so Charlie parked in tower C.” He explained as the group started walking to the car. “It isn’t far, once we get the car filled up, we are heading straight to the baby shower.”

“Afterwards, we’ll drop you off at your hotels.” Charlie added.

The group nodded in understanding.

“I just hope Charlie is a better driver than Averman.” Luis teased.

“Well I haven’t died yet.” Jesse replied cheekily.

“Hey!” Charlie shouted. The group broke into laughter that lasted all the way to the car. Jesse and Charlie loaded up the trunk. While their friends picked their seats. Charlie had an SUV so the car seated them all comfortably.

Dwayne convinced Russ to sit in the far back with him. So Russ couldn’t mess with Jesse while they were driving. Luis and Kenny took the middle two seats.

Jesse and Charlie reclaimed their seats up front and Charlie started the short ride back to Connie and Guy’s.

By the time the small group had arrived back to the site of the baby shower, the place was practically covered in balloons and streamers.

Connie didn’t care for the traditional pink and blue so everything was Ducks colors. The Green, white and gold seemed the perfect for this celebration.

Adam was hanging the final banner when Charlie walked through the door.

“Should you be up there?” He asked

Adam rolled his eyes.

“I am not gonna hurt myself by putting up a banner.” He argued.

“You say that as if you aren’t the accident prone one.” Charlie said with a smile.

“Most of my injuries were not self-inflicted.” Adam retorted. “There.”

Adam pulled back and checked if the banner was straight. When he was satisfied with his work he moved to climb down the stepladder.

“You know if I wanted to be mother-henned, maybe I should be dating Casey.” Adam teased.

“My mother is too good for you.” Charlie replied, pulling Adam into his arms.

“And yet you aren’t?” Adam said with a laugh.

“No, I am just right for you.” Charlie retorted.

“You’re a sap.” Adam replied but didn’t argue when Charlie pulled him into a chaste kiss.

The pair had been together since they were 17 but every kiss still felt like their first. They always made Adam’s legs feel weak. He loved them so much.

“Alright, lovebirds.” Jesse said, nudging the pair apart. “Leave some room for jesus.”

“We are two men in a relationship.” Adam replied dryly, “Jesus was never involved.”

Jesse laughed and went into the kitchen. Julie was finishing up the food spread. Her large beautifully decorated cake was the centerpiece.

“It looks great, Jules,” Jesse said, earning a smile from Julie.

“Can you watch the cake?” She asked, “If Averman or Goldberg try to sneak a piece early I am dragging them back to New York with me and they’re on dish duties for two weeks.”

“That sounds more like a punishment for you.” Jesse remarked. Julie sighed, exasperated.

“Connie wanted the cake to be the gender reveal and I refuse to let them ruin it.” She explained.

“I will watch them.” Jesse promised.

“Thank you.” Julie replied. “Where are the others?”

“Guy wrangled Dwayne, Luis and Russ into setting up chairs.” Jesse explained, “Charlie and Adam are in the living room making heart eyes at each other and Kenny went to wake Connie.”

“I’m glad Guy was able to convince her to rest before the party.” Julie confessed. “It’s gonna take a lot out of her.”

Jesse nodded in agreement. “Do you need any help?”

Julie shook her head. “I am just about done.”

Julie put the final touches on a set of cupcakes she had baked. She smiled and set the treats down with the rest of the food.

“There, all set.” Julie said, smiling and wiping her hands on her apron.

Jesse smiled, “You do great work.”

“I know.” Julie said with a smile.

“Oh Julie, it’s beautiful.” A voice said from the door.

Jesse and Julie turned to see Kenny and Connie come into the kitchen. Connie had her hands on her small baby bump and Kenny was holding her arm.

“I agree, Jules, this is great.” Kenny said with a smile. Julie beamed at the compliments.

“It was the least I could do.” Julie replied. “You’re having the first in the next generation of Ducks.”

“Well it would have been me or you.” Connie jokes.

“Yeah well I am nowhere near wanting that.” Julie replied which caused Connie to laugh.

Julie pulls Connie and Kenny into a hug.

“You’re gonna be a great mom, Connie.” Julie stated.

“Well, it helps to have a huge support group.” Connie replied.

The trio pulled back and Julie caught sight of Kenny’s ring.

“Luis finally proposed?” She asked smartly.

Kenny blushed and Connie laughed.

“Yeah, last week, they didn’t tell us because of the shower.” She reported.

Julie laughed. “You guys aren’t good at hiding things.”

“No, the Ducks are just too observant.” Kenny argued.

“Only a few of them.” Jesse retorted. “Have to make up for the rest of us.”

The group laughed loudly. Connie held on to Kenny so she didn’t fall over.

“What’s so funny?” Guy asked entering the kitchen.

“Oh nothing, you know we can laugh at anything.” Connie reassured him.

“That is true.” Guy agreed, “Are you ready, the shower is set to start in about 5 minutes.”

Connie nodded and separated from Julie and Kenny to take Guy’s hand.

“I am ready.” She confirmed, “This is gonna be a blast.”

Guy nodded in agreement and led his wife out to the living room. Chairs had been set up in a circle around a large arm chair where Connie would sit. All the Ducks had taken their seats. Adam and Charlie sat to the right of Connie. A chair between them and Connie where Connie’s mother sat.

Next to them Luis sat, Kenny slipped into the seat next to him and took his hand. Russ, Dwayne, Portman and Fulton took up the next four seats.

Fulton and Portman had arrived shortly after Charlie and Jesse. Julie took the second seat to Connie’s left. This allowed Guy to sit next to his wife. The only two Ducks missing were Averman and Goldberg.

However, soon the sound of hollering was heard from the door as Goldberg and Averman all but crashed through the door. Connie laughed at the pair.

Goldberg came over and hugged Connie, putting a large gift in the pile at her feet. Averman waved hello and took a seat next to Luis. His eyes noted the ring, Averman wiggled his eyebrows at Luis. Luis chose to ignore this.

“Thank you all for coming.” Connie said, smiling. It was nice to be surrounded by her family again.

Guy cleared his throat. “So, we were thinking first we could open presents and then eat.” He explained. “ The Connie and I will cut the cake Julie made.”

“And if anyone touches the cake beforehand I know where the knives are.” Julie threatened, eyeing Goldberg and Averman. The pair gulped and nodded.

Connie laughed. “Alright, so which gift should I open first?”

After a short argument the group decided Connie should open Adam and Charlie’s gift first. Charlie and Adam had picked out a beautiful blue baby blanket and matching pillow. It was a light enough color that it could be used for either gender. Connie gushed over it and thanked them.

She continued on. The gifts were all lovely. Jesse had gifted her a baby’s ducks jersey. Goldberg gave her a “I have awesome uncles” shirt. Connie rolled her eyes at this but thanked him. Averman gave her a gift card to a local spa for when the baby was a little older. It was an unexpectedly generous gift.

Russ gave her a small pile of baby clothes. He wanted her to be prepared. Luis and Kenny gave her a grocery gift card. Guy appreciated that gift the most. Dwayne gave Connie a small pile of bibs, he had sewn them himself. Portman gave her a large radio for the baby's room. He also gave her a few of his favorite CDs for when the kid got older. Fulton had made Connie a large, wooden toybox and added a few toys as well. Julie’s gift was the food. Connie thanked everyone and the party moved to the kitchen to get food.

The Ducks sat and ate and caught up. Luis and Kenny took this moment to announce their engagement after some encouragement from Connie. They were met with cheers and wolf whistles. After everyone had their fill of food, Charlie helped Julie carry out the cake.

“Now, we wanted to do a gender reveal but we didn’t want anything cheesy so Julie suggested we do this cake.” Connie explained.

“So, we’re gonna cut into it and the color will reveal the gender of our baby.” Guy added.

“Ok, so cut it already.” Russ prodded.

The couple laughed and took the knife. Together they cut into the 5 layer dessert and pulled out a slice of dyed blue cake. The Ducks cheered happily and congratulated Connie and Guy.

Julie took over cutting and serving the rest of the cake. After that the party winded down. The Ducks did stay over to help clean up before taking their leave.

Guy pulled Connie close after the last guest had left and kissed his wife. It was times like this he remembered how grateful he was for her and their friends.

#adam banks #charlie conway #russ taylor #jesse hall #banksway #chadam #luis mendoza #kenny wu #tmd #tumblr prompt #guy germaine #lester averman #greg goldberg #dwayne robertson #julie gaffney #the ducks #Sar writes #my fics #Connie Moreau #I love my hockey idiots

[bmbochangetales]

Please humor me as I write something a little less kinky, a bit of a parody, and a bit personal. All rolled up in fuzzy heart warming tale. If this isn’t your thing, that’s cool, keep scrolling. I just needed to do something fun and unserious for a minute.

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(Opening: Monster- Irene & Seulgi plays over a woman sneaking into a lab)

Standing in the science lab she was digging for the serum. She knew it was here. The lab bragged about it’s impressive serum. It allowed woman to become the prettiest, empty headed version of herself. An increase in breast, ass and libido. Lowered intelligence and inhibitions. The waiting list was two years long. For such an advanced science company, their security system belonged in the 1980s.

The vials were in prepackaged syringes on the counter. Breasts growth, hair growth, iq loss. Iq increase, libido controls, fertility, lactation drops, hucow formula, puppy and bunny formulas. Of course right in front, in the pink. Duh!

It was all she ever wanted. To be pretty and be noticed. For someone to care. No one wants a bookish writer. No wants plain or ugly girls. This serum was the solution. Her solution to once and for all to leave this boring life and being one the brainless beauties in the population. And she just sped up the two year waiting process.

She prepared to inject herself as the door burst open. She didn’t have time to react before someone yelled.

“Wait! You don’t have to take it! You are great the way you are”

It was her editor for the publishing company.

“I do! I’m so tired of no one wanting me. Just be me? No one wants that! I won’t be missed and maybe people will appreciate the bimbo me better,”

(“Feel Special” by Twice starts to play)

“I love your writing. The way you use words and create the imagery in everything you write. I love the chaos of your writing. I can hardly understand it until it’s fully done. But it’s you. Chaotic, wonderful, lovely. You are kind and sweet and kinky. You are patient and understanding. You are spacy and miss the point completely sometimes which is hilarious for how smart you can be but I don’t care, I really like you. If you want to take the bimbo serum so much, I won’t stop you, but I would miss this you. You don’t have to be a brainless bimbo unless you are sure it’s the only thing that would make you happy.”

(The Feels by Twice)

Who would write her stories? And keep her editor’s ego in its balance of self pity and over confidence. The man who made her laugh most days. Teased her for liking the basic things like pumpkin spice and Starbucks, but secretly enjoyed them too. She liked him and here he was admitting he liked her too. The real her. Normal average erotica writer. Flaws and all.

She put the vial on the counter. She could still put herself on the list and do it the right way if it didn’t work out with the editor. She went into his waiting arms. They stayed for a few moments until she felt a pinch.

She looked down and saw the syringe sticking out of her side. It was the Breastbeauty Max serum. Guaranteed to increase cup size 2-4 cups with no or minimal temporary other effects. The looked in each other’s eyes and he smiled.

“One or two doses of the tiddy serum never hurt anyone,” he teased. They both marveled as her small B cups began to grow. The two doses worked wonders as she steadily grew to a full, bouncy E cup. She jiggled them and grabbed his hand so he could have the first touch.

They shared a smile and kissed as the sunset and a long night between the two began. The first of many. And you know what? She never did need to get on that waiting list. Good thing too. It ended up turning all the bimbos into cum addicted goo girls. The tiddy serum was fine though.

(Que Ending Credit BTS- Yet To Come)

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Just a note to my readers: remember all my stories are purely fantasy and 99% of the time are not meant to depict things even remotely realistic. Nothing wrong with having a kink and/or fetish and to share it among consenting adults. But also remember the right person will love you the way you are and will care for you in the ways you need. You know who you are 😘😘😘😘😘 and no I don’t have an editor if you can’t tell by the insane amount of mistakes that I lovingly (lazily) leave in my own posts. Also, I just gave myself away as a Kpop fan 😂😘

#my writing #my story #short story #parody #off topic writing #does anyone read these #mr h m bo #just a reminder

[bluegamerchick]

Gator DAD AU Part 1?

//props up whiteboard, writes in bold letters “GATOR DAD AU”

Hello, welcome to the hellhole we call my brain. Today I am bugging you all with “What if Monty was Gregory’s guardian in FNAF SB and not Freddy”. Please take a seat. This will mainly be about the opening scene/first part of the game where you first encounter your animatronic guardian!

So the opening! Honestly, wouldn’t change much? It would be the same thing, Monty senses an intruder and collapses. Maybe even add the fact Monty’s joints locked up once Gregory and Monty encounter Vanessa, which caused him to collapse alongside glitching out or suddenly powering down during a performance.

As for the mirror scene, I would have to show Monty’s room destroyed, just with lights now hkfjsjkd. Him gripping onto the counter’s edge, his claws clearly leaving indents and cracking the counter before he snarls and yells, hurling a part of the counter top or something off the counter before crumpling and resting his head and arms on the counter.

This is where Gregory would finally speak!

Gregory: Hey! Keep it down!

Monty: What...?

Monty: Who said that?!

Gregory: I’m down here. And keep your voice down! She’ll hear you!

Monty: Who’s she? And what do you mean down hear. You ain’t under the stand bon ami..

Cue Gregory explaining he climbed into Monty’s chest hatch and while spacy, all of Monty’s thrashing is making him dizzy.

Monty: I have..one of those? Wait, no! Get out of there! That’s not a safe place, Little Guy! You could get seriously hurt.

Cue Gregory getting out of Monty’s hatch, Monty scanning him (which involves him lower his shades to do so) before getting confused as to why Gregory isn’t in his guest list. The whole name exchange stuff. Before Gregory noticing Monty’s windows are blocked off.

Gregory: Perfect! She can’t see!

Monty: Still confused on who this “she” is, Little Guy. She your mom? Sis? Something along those lines?

Gregory: She’s the security guard.

Monty:...Why are you hiding form her? She’s just trying to help-

Gregory: I don’t trust her! She’s just..something feels off. I know she’s trying to get me.

Monty: Mmmm, if you say so Little Man.

Cue the dialogue of Monty agreeing to help Gregory get out and so on and cue the “Yeaaah, I need your help on getting me out of my room” stuff.

Monty: Look, Little Bud, I’m gonna have to lift you up to the vents, alright?

Gregory: Why...can’t you just go through your door?

Monty: The staff usually locks me up pretty tight with uh (side eyes his room) destructive I can get.

Gregory: Fine. But what do I do once I get to the vents.

Monty: Once that’s done, go through maintenance area and unlock my door. Easy as cake I say haha. Just be safe, ya hear?

Gregory: Alright, see ya Monty

Yeeep, that’s all i got for now

#rambles #long rambles #au stuff #'long post' #fnaf security breach #fnaf montgomery #fnaf monty #fnaf gregory #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #glamrock monty #fnaf

[dp-marvel94]

I am you (and you are me)

For Invisobang 2021. Art by @bibliophilea

On AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Summary: Set post Kindred Spirits. Something has been different since Danny came back from Vlad's and it started when the older half ghost had the tiny clone overshadow him. The half ghost remembers: His own screams. A pain in his inmost being, in his core. A tug back and forth. Being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... the blackness of death.

Danny comes back from the experience changed, with the memories of two lives stuffed in his head and new powers. The fire powers are pretty cool but shrinking, often involuntarily, makes him feel weak and vulnerable. All of it, the powers and memories, terrify him as he learns what they mean. And the thought of telling his loved ones...How can the half ghost hope that Jazz, Sam, and Tucker will understand and accept him now when he himself cannot?

Warnings and Tags: Self harm, Identity confusion, Self-Hatred, Ectoplasm and melting clones related gore, Clone Angst, Nightmares, Memory Issues, Involuntary Shrinking. Panic Attacks, Frostbite is Danny’s Icedad.  Evil Vlad Masters, Bad Parent Vlad Masters, Split Danny, Ghost Catcher, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual acceptance (by Danny and by his loved ones). Sibling Bonding, Friendship, Danny finally gets a hug.

Note: Welcome to my Invisobang fic! This is a semi-sequel to my story "Nothing and Everything." It's set directly after that story, though assuming an alternative ending. It is not necessary to read the older story to understand this one. All you need to know is, it deals with the aftermath of Danny being overshadowed by one of the clone's in Kindred Spirits and the emotional impact of the experience.

All that being said, big thanks to my amazing artist @bibliophilea for the amazing comic, and for beta reading! Thanks to @welcome-tothe-mystery-shack  for your comments and feedback on this story. And finally, a huge thanks to my dearest sister @nervousdragonrebelpie for looking over chapters and listening to me ramble about this story for the past few months. I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without you.

Preview Below:

Chapter 1:

“No! I’m a person. People have names! I have to have a name. I’m not….” A sob tried to break free from his throat.

A knock suddenly rattled the door. “Danny!” Mom called.

Both boy’s heads popped up, focusing on the door. They turned to face each other. “Don’t do this.” The real Danny begged.

“What?” The being asked.

“Every time you get close to the truth, you dream up a distraction.” His eyes widened in desperate panic. “Please don’t-”

Danny’s eyes popped open, a dream swirling in his mind. His heart raced, the sheets sticking to his sweaty body. His brow wrinkled, one shaking hand moving up to rub his aching head. Aching…. He still had that damn headache.

The boy closed his eyes, trying to push the pain away, to coax his heart rate down. He breathed. In and out. In and out. Slowly, so slowly, the throb in his head dimmed, his heart calming. But still, anxiety ate up his insides. 

Blearily, the boy opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Dissatisfied, he groaned and rolled onto his side. He clenched and unclenched his fists, balling up the fabric on his bed. His bed. Yes, this was his bed…. Sleeping in a bed was so nice and comfortable but at the same time... something about it felt…. off.

The boy pinched his eyes closed, trying to make sense of the feeling. His stomach flopped. Something was off. Something was different. After today, after he’d come back from Vlad’s, after the man kidnapped him, after the man clo-

Danny cut off the cursed word, his mind refusing. He buried his face in his pillow. Vlad’s. Something had happened, something had.. had changed at Vlad’s but he couldn’t... quite... remember.

It flashed in images. Being locked in a pod. Electrocution. His own screams. Pain. A pain in his inmost being, in his core…. On the bed, Danny’s core throbbed at the thought… A tug back and forth. Then being squeezed. A crash, a collision. And then... blackness.

He’d passed out. Danny knew that much. And he’d woken up at some point later but everything between that and when he had arrived home was a blur.

Confusion. His head swimming. Danielle.. sister… frowning in worry. The hiss of the pod being released. A sigh of relief. An ectoblast. Twisted metal and glass. Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm on his hands, on the floor. Oh god, oh god. He hadn’t meant to do that. He wasn’t... the others weren’t supposed to…. weren't supposed to...

Vlad... Master... Vlad... glaring in pure hatred. “Get behind me.” His ears ringing with a scream. The older halfa being knocked into his shelves. His knees wobbling. He fell and turned human. (Human... why did the fact that he could do that make him so happy?) But then horror. Vlad was still up and moving.

Then Sam and Tucker crashed through, hitting the older man. Locking Vlad (Master) in a pod. He needs... he needs to find Danielle. He needs to find his baby sister. But she’s gone. She’s gone.

His friends’ worried faces. “Danny, you’re not making any sense.” “Hey! Hey! Stay with us!” He wobbled…. where was Danielle?..... falling forward….. Sam and Tucker caught him.

At some point later, he’d woken up on his bed with worried friends and sister who he couldn’t adequately comfort. His head had been pounding and he couldn’t remember what happened to him… and what he did remember made little sense. Sam had checked his eyes; he didn’t have a concussion or any other injuries. With his head throbbing, he’d dismissed the confusion as being from the stress of the kidnapping and electrocution. His friends believed him, though anxiety was plain on their faces. But after a few minutes, his friends had said their goodbyes, leaving him to get some much needed sleep.

But now, the night after, Danny laid on his bed. His headache was gone, his mind clearer. He should feel better yet... his heart was sinking like a stone in his chest. That dream. That dream. That was familiar. So familiar. Like it had really happened. Like... it meant something. And yet…. Danny yawned, sudden tiredness overtaking him. He closed his eyes.

Maybe this was the ramblings of a sleep deprived brain. Yeah, maybe he was just tired. Maybe he’d wake up in the morning and everything would be okay. The boy pulled his covers more tightly around himself and fell asleep.

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The next morning, after quickly getting ready for school and rushing off, found Danny at his locker. The boy frowned, wracking his brain. What was his locker combination again? He spun the lock, landing on 25. That was the first number, right? Then….56. And finally….12? The lock clicked and he pulled the door open.

Danny sighed. Why was that so hard to remember? He’d had to open his locker just yesterday. He should remember… but why did that feel like a lifetime ago?

“Hey! Danny!” Tucker’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Danny gasped in surprise. In his chest, his core swelled and his body reflexively flickered invisible. A second later, he reappeared, rubbing his chest.

The next thing he knew, Sam was at his side. “What was that?”

“Yeah.” His technogeek friend took a step forward, voice quieting. “Your powers haven’t slipped up like that in months.”

Danny frowned, shaking his head. “I guess... I guess I’m still kinda shook up after….” He wrapped his arms around himself.

Sam’s face softened, seeming to understand. “Do you feel any better?” She asked kindly.

The halfa’s brow wrinkled. “Well, my headache’s gone.”

“You do look better.” The goth commented, her brow furrowing with worry. “You looked rough last night.”

“Yeah, you were really out of it too.” Tucker frowned. “You kept asking where someone called Danielle was? And for your sister?” Clear confusion rang out in his voice and just a hint of teasing…. “We kept telling you Jazz was at home, covering for us.” as if the idea that he was worried about his older sister, when she wasn’t even involved, was funny.

But something in the recollection made Danny shiver. He remembered worrying about Danielle. But…. sister... he hadn’t been talking about Jazz. He’d been asking about another girl, with blue eyes and-

“Then you passed out.” Sam continued. “And we took you home.”

For a too long moment, his friends looked at him questioningly. Finally, Danny bit his lip. “I think I remember that.”

The confirmation seemed to encourage his friends. “That’s good.” Said Tucker.

Danny wasn’t sure it was. But he had no more time to think on it before the bell rang and they were walking to their first class.

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During lunch period, Danny sat down at their familiar table, the same one as yesterday and every day since the start of freshman year. He placed down his tray and looked over the tables, waiting for Sam and Tucker to join him.

The boy’s brow furrowed. The cafeteria looked the same as every day. The same as yesterday when…. Danielle phasing through the table, a tiny green speck racing passed him…. At the lunch table, Danny’s core pulsed anxiously. Yes, that had happened but at the same time…. Looking back at the two chasing him. Laughing without sound at their fun game.

Danny shivered, feeling cold. He rubbed his chest, nervously.

“Danny?” Someone was waving a hand in front of his face. “Danny? You with us man?”

The halfa blinked and turned, meeting Tucker’s eyes. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“What’s with the spaciness?” Sam said bluntly. She stabbed at her salad. “You were like that all during English too.”

“Was I?” The boy questioned. He shook his head. “Sorry. Just... thinking about stuff.”

His friends gave him worried looks but didn’t question him. Frankly, it was to Danny’s relief. He couldn’t seem to put his thoughts in order. He couldn’t explain this... weird feeling. 

The friends chatted for most of the lunch period, Sam and Tucker dominating the conversation with a debate about the newest Doomed update.

All the while Danny idly rubbed at his chest with one hand. He picked at his cheese fries. Normally they were pretty good, but he wasn’t feeling it today. He shivered again, flinching as his fork fell through his intangible hand.

“Again?” Tucker questioned with a raised brow.

Danny didn’t respond, instead picking up his fork only for his core to flare and the utensil to fall through his fingers again. With an annoyed grumble, the boy rubbed his chest again.

“Do you think something’s up with your powers?” Sam quietly asked.

The halfa looked up, frowning. “No... I mean…”

The goth pointed. “Danny, you keep rubbing your chest.”

Danny looked down, brow furrowing. Below his palm, his core pulsed. There was something… strange about the rhythm and…. he adjusted the position, pressing just the smallest bit harder. Normally, it fit comfortably under his palm but now... “It’s... bigger?” He muttered.

“What?” Tucker asked.

Danny lowered his hand. “My core?” He shook his head. “No... I’m imagining it.” His core pulsed unhappily, even as he rubbed his forehead. “I’m just tired, I guess.”

Sam and Tucker again looked like they wanted to argue, but the bell rang and they split up, each hurrying to their next class.

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The rest of the school day was surprisingly normal. Just his typical classes, without even a ghost fight to interrupt his day. Danny should have felt relieved for such a chill day after what happened last night but yet…. The boy tapped his pencil on his desk. He felt anxious. He must still be shook up, like he told his friends this morning. 

Danny bit his lip, shaking the writing instrument in his hand again. It went flying out of his grip and clattered onto the floor. The boy huffed as he bent down to grab it. His hand hadn’t even turned intangible this time.

With that, the boy straightened in his seat. He glanced at the clock. 20 more minutes left in class. Just 20 minutes. Then he could go home and take a nap. He rubbed his eyes. He was still tired after getting back so late. Maybe some sleep would help him feel better.

Soon enough, the bell rang. Danny stood and walked to his locker. This time, he remembered the combination without wracking his brain. He pulled out his books and turned to his friends, who were collecting their own belongings.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Danny said.

“Yeah, see you later.” Tucker replied.

“Call us if something comes up with the ghosts.” Sam frowned. “I’m grounded but…. I’ll sneak out if you need me.”

The technogeek groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m grounded too.”

The halfa looked down guiltily. “Sorry.” He bit his lip. “You guys shouldn’t be grounded because you had to save my sorry butt.”

“It’s fine.” Sam comforted. “We weren’t not going to save you. We’re your friends.”

“Yeah.” Tucker agreed. “It’s just the price to pay for being superheroes.”

Danny half-smiled, though he didn’t much feel like it. He wasn’t much of a hero. Guilt still choked his heart. He hated getting his friends in trouble. But still…. “Thanks for having my back.”

“No problem.” Tucker confirmed.

Then down the hall, someone called his name. “Danny?”

The boy turned. It was his sister, Jazz. He frowned. Oh right, he hadn’t talked to her since he’d been half out of it last night.

The girl quickly approached. “There you are. Come on. I’m driving you home.”

Jazz didn’t give him a choice as she started leading him towards the entrance. Danny waved at his friends, watching their worried faces until he turned the corner. 

Less than two minutes later, the pair were seated in Jazz’s car. The girl didn’t start the vehicle, instead turning to face her brother. “Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?”

“I... Uh…” Danny stuttered, trying to collect his thoughts.

“You disappeared during the middle of school. Sam and Tucker said some weird ghost girl showed up. You went off to fight some ghost and the next thing they knew, Vlad was carrying you away.”

The boy crossed his arms. “It sounds like you already know what happened.” He muttered.

Jazz pinned a serious look. “I know Vlad kidnapped you but…. what did he do to you?”

Danny paled. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Something happened. You were unconscious when Sam and Tucker got back. And you were super out of it when you woke up. But you weren’t physically hurt. What did Vlad do to you?” His sister pushed.

Danny swallowed, his stomach flopping. “I... I don’t…. It’s fuzzy….” 

Jazz rose a brow, her tone suggesting she knew there was more to it. “Danny.”

The boy flinched. “I... he... Vlad electrocuted me?” He remembered. Being locked in a pod, electricity running through him. The creepy hologram of his mom. But... but... there was more.

His sister paled. “Oh... I’m so sorry.” Her voice softened and she didn’t say anything for a while, then… “Do you know why he did that?”

Danny stiffened, looking up. The reason sparked in his mind, with the image. Vlad hissing in front of him, boasting his plan. The man had explained but…. the words stayed just out of reach. Danny's face set in a pointed frown. He shook his head.

Jazz’s own frown deepened. “That little girl…. Sam and Tucker said she looked just like you in ghost form. What does she have to do with all this?”

The boy avoided her eyes, heart fluttering nervously. The little girl.... her face snapped into focus in his mind. Danielle, that was her name. But... there was another word. Started with an S or…. a C. She was like him; she was a clo-

Danny shook his head. No, that wasn’t right. Well…. part of it was right. Danielle had been there. She’d been helping Vlad. She helped the man hurt him; painful betrayal stabbed at him from the thought. But at the same time…

“She helped me. She helped me fight Vlad.” The half ghost said quietly, awed realization sparking as he remembered.

“But… who was she?” Jazz asked, equally quietly.

Just like that, the boy paled again. The word, the cursed word, formed in his mind without his permission. Clone. She was a clone of…. him?... No... that didn’t sound right... he was the same as her but... it had to be true. His frown deepened.

“Who was she?” His older sister asked again.

The boy shivered. “I... I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Danny.” Her voice softened. “You can tell me. It’s-”

“I... I can’t... I don’t wanna talk about it.” He focused on his hands in his lap, trying to keep them from shaking.

“Clearly, whatever happened is bothering you. You can tell me.”

“No. I-” Danny bit his lip, reaching for the door. He couldn’t stay in here with her, couldn’t deal with the questions he had no answers for or rather... questions he couldn’t bear to answer. The… the c word... he couldn’t say it, could barely think it. How could he explain how everything felt wrong, like he wasn’t actually-

“Wait.” Jazz cut off his thoughts. “You don’t have to talk until you’re ready. Just... let me drive you home.”

The boy lowered his hand and slumped back in his seat. “You... you promise? You won’t press?”

His sister’s brow furrowed. Her face was tight, like she didn’t want to agree; but after a long moment, she sighed. “Alright. I promise.”

Danny nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Jazz turned the car on, put it into drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove home in silence. Once they arrived, the boy went straight up to his room. He rubbed his head, flopping down onto his bed. He needed... he needed a nap. Yeah…. That was it. He was still tired.

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Sister smiled down at him. “Look at this!” The black haired girl held up her crayon drawing. “This is me.” She pointed. “And Muscles. And Bones. And Daniel.” Her smile widened as she tapped at the last figure. “And this is you.”

The being tilted his head. He floated up, placing small hands on the green figure on the paper. He blinked owlishly up at the girl.

The corner of the girl's mouth turned down. She placed down the paper and offered him a crayon. “Come on. You try.”

The tiny being hovered forward, reaching out to touch the crayon. It was so big, almost half as tall as he was. He frowned, trying to understand.

“Make yourself a little bigger and you’ll be able to hold it.” She encouraged. “Come on. You can do it.”

The being scrunched his brow and he stretched. He was about the size of a toddler, maybe two and a half feet tall. He reached out, grabbing the crayon with his slightly larger hands.

“Great.” Sister said. She pushed a fresh piece of paper in front of him. “Now you draw. Like this.” She demonstrated, rubbing the crayon against the paper so color transferred onto it.

The being flopped down, sitting on the floor. Slowly, so slowly, he copied the girl. He traced his drawing instrument over the paper. He scribbled, creating a mess of lines and shapes without meaning or purpose.

Sister smiled proudly anyway. “You’re doing it. Good job, Tiny.”

He beamed, something in him sparking at the praise. He continued scribbling but the image changed into something more purposeful. A house took shape, stick figures. A large man and slimmer woman. A little girl and a little boy.

The little boy giggled at his drawing. His hands were chubbier than before. A toddler’s, instead of the miniaturized version of a teen’s. 

“Jazzy!” He looked up, showing off his drawing to the little redhead girl.

His older sister looked up. “That looks great, Danny!” She put her own crayons down, rubbing her sweaty forehead. “It’s so hot.”

The boy suddenly dropped his crayons and drawing. “Outside! Let’s go outside!”

“But it’s hot.” The girl repeated.

The boy was already running off. “Mommy! Mommy! Can we play in the sprinklers?! Please! Please!”

Mommy turned around from where she was making lunch. “After we eat, okay?”

“Okay!” The four year old beamed, already running up the stairs to get his swim trunks.

The next thing he knew, he was outside. Mommy set up the sprinkler. He and Jazzy ran around it, giggling. Daddy came outside with water balloons and Danny let out a happy scream. “Water balloons!”

The little boy grabbed one and threw it at his sister.

Danny blinked awake to bright light on his face. His nose wrinkled. It was still light out? Oh wait, he had been taking a nap. He sat up, yawning and rubbing his forehead. He’d been dreaming again, this time about…. He shivered, remembering. He’d been playing in the back yard with Jazz when he was four. And... he’d been with Danielle. She’d been showing him how to draw. 

The boy’s stomach flopped. That didn’t make sense. That hadn’t happened. Maybe... maybe he was thinking about her because Jazz had asked, earlier, when they’d been in the car but... that had felt like a memory.

Dread balled in his gut. He’d been small, smaller than her hand. And then he’d stretched and he was bigger, about the size of a toddler. Danny looked down at his hands, his human, properly sized hands. That, changing his size, wasn’t something he could do but…. In the dream, Danielle had called him Tiny. It didn’t make sense and yet….

He remembered. One of the other clones. The small green one. Danny shivered. That one, that one could shrink. That clone had overshadowed him.

The knowledge hit Danny like a ton of bricks. The tiny clone had overshadowed him. How... how didn’t he remember that until just now? How hadn’t he realized? Danny grimaced, a sickening feeling squeezing his insides. He’d been possessed. Someone else had been in his body, controlling his actions, messing with his mind. The boy wrapped his arms around himself. He felt violated at the thought. That was so wrong. Vlad had ordered one of his clones to overshadow him. And…. more memories of the experience pressed into his mind.

Danny had been semi-aware of the other presence. There had been a fight for control, another core so close to his and…. Memories, thoughts that weren’t his. Flashes of the tiny clone’s memories. And the feeling of tiny hands rifling through his own mind.

Danny pulled his knees to his chest. That must be why he’s felt so off. It was the aftereffects of being possessed. And that dream, the flashes of memory…. he must be remembering what he’d seen and felt from the tiny clone while it had been possessing him.

The boy sighed. But... the feeling would go away eventually, right? It would. He’d felt off after Sidney had overshadowed him as well. It had taken a bit to get used to being in his own body again. And Sidney was more experienced with overshadowing than his clone had been. The ghostly nerd knew how to push Danny’s spirit out of his body, instead of forcing both ghosts to cohabitate. That was why there were strange memories now, unlike last time.

But it didn’t matter. He’d get back to normal soon enough and his friends and sister would have nothing to worry about. Everything would be okay, right?

Danny stood up, rolling his shoulders to stretch. He had homework to do. He sat down at his desk, trying to ignore the way his stomach still flopped.

#Danny Phantom #invisobang #Invisobang 2021 #Big Bang 2021 #my fic #clone angst #Danny clone #tw selfhate #tw selfharm

[set-phasers-to-whump]

something like family

prompt: drugging (from day 26)

whumpee: neal caffrey

fandom: white collar

hi! i’m gonna be honest the last few fics i’ve written have felt super hard to write and i haven’t loved them but this fic was so enjoyable and easy to write and i am very happy with it! these characters are just my absolute faves and i love writing them so much :) i hope you like this! (also this fic is set well into the show, probably some point in s5).

Before Neal even has time to process what’s happening, let alone fight back, he’s being dragged off of the sidewalk and into an alley and someone is pinning him against a brick wall and then stabbing a needle into his arm, right through his suit coat and shirt, and a few seconds pass and then they drop him and he sinks to the ground, less because he can’t hold himself up and more because he hadn’t expected this to be over so quickly. 

The person is already gone. His arm hurts, and he briefly entertains the idea that someone had grabbed him off of the street to give him some sort of forcible vaccination, because to be honest, that’s what this feels like. A quick poke in the upper arm, exactly the same as a flu shot or something similar. He doubts that this is the case, but he has no idea what in the hell he has been injected with. 

He thinks for a moment. If he’s been drugged (which seems like the most likely option), he has a very limited amount of time to do something before the drug starts to take effect. Now, the most logical thing to do is call 911 and tell them what’s happened. But then they’ll take him outside of his radius and he’ll have to explain to Peter and everybody that no, he hadn’t tried to run away, but rather had been on his way to the hospital because he’d been drugged. That seems like a lot of work, not to mention a lot of stress to put everyone through. 

So 911 is out. But there’s always Peter. It’s late evening, which means he’s at home, probably relaxing and enjoying a peaceful night with El. Neal hates the thought of interrupting them, but he’s also starting to feel...something, so he decides to just get going. 

Luckily, he knows how to get to the Burkes’ from just about anywhere in the city. A few seconds of orienting himself in his surroundings and he’s got the route completely down in his rapidly-fogging brain. 

The walk to their house takes much longer than it usually would. Neal has definitely been drugged. He’s tired and can barely remember what it is he’s supposed to be doing. He can’t focus on anything and he feels kind of detached from the world. Not to mention every other step he’s tripping over something, stumbling all over the sidewalk. 

“Hey, mister, you okay?” someone asks, and Neal makes out the blurry shape of a person in front of him. 

“‘M good,” he mutters, pushing past them. He just has to get to the Burkes’ house. That’s his goal, and he intends on fulfilling it. He can’t stop and talk to some random stranger on the street about whether or not he’s okay!

The person says something else to him, which Neal can’t understand, and then he’s past them, and the lights from cars and street lamps and houses are blurring and swirling together around him, and it’s kind of nice. Very pretty, he thinks. He feels oddly calm about all this, despite the fact that he is tired and confused and disconnected from just about everything, kind of like he’s floating. Maybe he is, he figures. But he looks down at his feet and sees that they are still on the ground. 

And then he’s walking into a newspaper box, too distracted by staring at his feet to notice himself drifting across the pavement. The metal clangs when he hits it, and the sharp edge of the box digs into his skin. He kicks the offending box, mutters that it better watch where it’s going, then continues along his route.

After an eternity of walking, Neal’s blurry eyes land on the familiar shape of the Burkes’ house. It’s almost completely dark outside now, but the house is illuminated by street lamps, and there are lights on inside. It looks warm and inviting, and for the first time that night, Neal hurries up. 

Going up the first few stairs feels like it takes no time at all, and then he reaches the top step and catches his foot on the bricks and then he’s falling onto the front stoop, awkwardly sticking out his arms to catch his fall. 

His palms sting and his chin hurts and feels damp and he just lies there for a moment, trying to work out what exactly had happened. He can’t remember, but he knows he’s not supposed to be lying face down outside the Burkes’ door, so he staggers to his feet, nearly stumbles backwards down the stairs, catches himself on the railing, and finally reaches out to knock on the door. 

--

Peter and El are settling down on the couch, about to watch a movie, when there’s a knock at the door. They share a glance. It’s 8:30, which isn’t an unreasonable time for someone to stop by, but they’re not expecting any visitors or deliveries. 

Peter gets up to answer the knock. The door swings open, revealing none other than Neal Caffrey, eyes unfocused, chin bleeding, clothes rumpled, and generally a mess. 

“Hi,” Neal says, with a soft smile. “C’n I come in?” The way he’s speaking is awkward, like he’s having to concentrate very hard to work out what to say and how to say it, and his words are slurring together. Taking this into account, along with his appearance, Peter’d say that his CI has probably been drugged. A thousand questions run through his mind, but Neal is looking at him expectantly, so Peter gestures for him to come inside. 

“Who is it, honey?” El asks from the living room. Neal’s face lights up at the sound of her voice, and before Peter can stop him, he’s stumbling (rather quickly, considering his current state) in her direction. 

“El! Hi,” Neal greets her, and Peter comes into the room behind him. El stands up from the couch and turns to face the two of them. The smile on her face quickly fades when she takes in Neal’s appearance, and then she’s walking up to him, placing a hand on his cheek, and asking him if he’s okay.

“Now that ‘m here,” is Neal’s reply. 

El gives Peter a look. “What happened?” she whispers, and he shrugs. 

“I think he’s been drugged,” he whispers back. 

Neal looks between the two of them, confusion evident on his face. “What’re you talkin’ about?” he asks, stumbling towards the couch and sinking heavily down onto it. 

Peter and El follow him, standing in front of him. “Do you remember what happened before you came here?” Peter asks. Neal’s face scrunches up in concentration, but eventually he shakes his head. “Dunno,” he says. “Walked.”

“Do you remember if someone gave you something? If someone might have drugged you?”

Neal shrugs. “Feel funny,” he replies, and then he doesn’t say anything more. His eyes roam around the living room like he’s taking it in for the very first time, and Peter gets the sense that he’s not going to be getting anything more out of him. 

He and El share another look. “We should take him to the hospital, right?” El whispers. “We don’t know what he’s been given, or why.”

Peter nods in agreement. “We’ll take him. Let me call a couple people and let them know where we’re going first.”

--

Peter steps to the side, phone to his ear, and El crouches down in front of Neal. His hazy-looking eyes find her face, and he smiles at her. At least he’s not scared or upset, El thinks. Whatever drug he’s been given seems to be relaxing him, which she’s grateful for. He’s already clearly confused and disoriented, and he doesn’t need to add fear to the mix. 

She gives him a good once-over as Peter explains their current situation to whoever’s on the other end of the phone. The palms of his hands are red and scraped, the toes of his shoes are scuffed, his jacket and shirt are rumpled, and blood is dripping from his chin down his neck and under his collar, staining the fabric red. His expression is unfocused and spacey, but it’s lighter than normal, like a weight has been lifted off of him. That’ll be the drugs, too, El figures, though she wishes that lightness would remain on Neal’s face forever (minus, of course, the confusion and the spaciness). 

Peter finishes his call and walks back over to the two of them, placing a hand on El’s shoulder. She looks up at him, getting to her feet. 

“We’re good to go,” Peter says quietly. To Neal, he says, “hey, buddy, we’re going to take you to the hospital, okay? We need to make sure you’re not in any kind of danger.”

El expects Neal to resist, to insist that he is staying right here, and she’s more than a little surprised when all he says is, “okay.”

Peter’s surprised, too, because he repeats himself: “we’re going to the hospital, Neal.”

“Okay,” Neal agrees again, and the briefest look of irritation crosses his face, like he can’t believe Peter thinks he hadn’t understood. He staggers to his feet, and would fall forwards onto the coffee table, but El catches him under the elbows and holds him up until he gets reasonably balanced. 

Once Neal is no longer in immediate danger of collapsing in the middle of their living room, the three of them slowly and carefully make their way out the front door and to the car. After a brief discussion, Peter takes the driver’s seat, and El and Neal sit in the back, so she can keep an eye on him and Peter can keep both eyes on the road. 

Neal sits with his head pressed against the window, watching the lights of the city flash by. His breath is fogging up the glass and one of his hands taps an uneven and uncoordinated rhythm against it. That soft smile is back on his face and the lights bounce off of his skin and he looks completely peaceful, the most relaxed El’s ever seen him while awake. It makes her heart hurt that he has to be drugged to be like this, but she can’t help smiling at him. 

They come to a stop at a red light and Peter half-turns in his seat to look into the backseat. His eyes are concerned but gentle, and they meet El’s gaze, and his expression softens - not quite a smile, but almost. “How’s he doing?” he whispers, and El looks to her right and realizes that Neal has fallen asleep, still leaning against the window. 

“He’s okay,” she whispers back, and this time Peter does smile, quickly and softly. 

The light turns green, then, and they both share another quick look at the sleeping young conman, who, at some point, has stopped being Peter’s CI and become something like family. A second smile passes between them, and doesn’t fade away this time. Someone behind them honks, and they start moving again, making their way steadily towards the hospital.

aaaa thanks so much for reading this! in case you’re curious, neal has been drugged with rohypnol, which apparently can be injected, according to the department of justice. you learn something new every day apparently. anyways i hope you liked this!!!

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump26 #drugging #drugged #white collar #neal caffrey #my writing #i say things #this was such a joy to write honestly #i love writing these characters more than just about anyone i think

[softer-ua]

in regards to what you pointed out a few posts ago, ngl one of my least favorite fandom things is when they make Kaminari the Har Har Stupid Joking ADHD Bi Playboy Who Is Never Serious Trope. like, he's very smart, 'worst in ___ area of a UA course' is very impressive and I don't remember if it even said that or just that he was studying with some other students, worried about his grades overall, calls himself stupid with implied insecurities about it, and didn't think he was very smart compared to the other people in the course. quirk overuse makes him loopy, incoherent, and think everything's funny. and yeah, he's a bit of a flirt and made a few perverted comments and actions that he clearly didn't think through that well. I'm pretty sure he's not ever stated to be bi in the manga because it was written by a coward, so I think people should think more about why they're associating and pairing together the idea of "hot flirty playboy who if legally able would sleep with everyone he meets" with emphasis or joke in the captions of whatever the content is on him being bi. I don't think this is inherently bad, even put together, but the execution feels kind of :/ and shallow. and I mainly just wish they'd pause to consider if there's any reason (subconscious or intentional) why one of those makes them think about the other, and at the very least lean back to see if they're blatantly making those traits centric around each other and tweak how they're showing them a little. Part of this is also because it's basically his fanon sexuality, but then they stick together "oh he's bi and everyone thinks that" and "he's made flirty or perverted comments and actions in canon at some point" and then mentally exaggerate and have this Canon Image of him as *waves hand at above* and I don't think that's happening consciously in most cases but. again. Cookiecutter Bi Party Playboy Who's Made a Date Offer to Everyone In The Building. not a flirty Person or a Playboy who is bi and flirts with more than one genders

I myself headcanon him as adhd and while the exact sexuality depends on my mood I think of/have him as bi in a lot of my content, but it's the same thing with why non adhd people see how he acts and label "adhd!" Especially about comprehension speed and derpy acting and intelligence and attention span jokes/tropes. Again, not bad in and of itself, but the specific parts of his behavior that make them think he's adhd, or that they start making jokes about or Ha Ha ADHD'ing, or that they think is why we project ADHD on him, (which they aren't necessarily wrong about, but like right in a really disrespectful look at how funny this is oh look squirrel way that's only funny when adhd people are doing it and it isn't all mocking like that) when they see other people calling him adhd, are the wrong ones, I think, and it shows in their characterization of him.

I'm not saying that any of those traits are bad in a character, but as a queer adhd girl with very high annual test scores and Gifted Kid Intelligence but extremely poor grades, focus, and brain damage (admittedly nothing like his, it was a longterm passive thing that mainly just made me have a Lot of Really Bad headaches, and closest thing it did to me was make me sluggish and emotional on bad days and also techincally have the potential kill my language bit if left untreated or the surgery messed up, which it didn't, and it won't be a problem again. but even after explaining that it wasn't cancer or any sort of tumor, and after seeing it do very little at all to affect my behavior outside of irritability and performance, because y'know, constant migraines, gone after the surgery but this was before that, Certain People I Was Vaguely Kind Of Acquaintances With started to treat my like I was a fragile glass thing going to to drop dead and revive myself speaking like a comic relief cartoon crazy person at any moment which was. patronizing.) I've since had surgery for, the way the fandom combines them into stereotypes and portrays them really just rubs me the wrong way- "Flirty Bi(tm) Playboy" "Har Har ADHD Can't Focus Or Get Things After They're Explained To Him, He's Still Confused And An Idiot" "Stupid Person With Brain Damage Who Can't Take Care Of Or Think For Themself And Acts Stupid And Funny For People To Laugh At" which tbh is super ableist even and especially when people irl do fit that description, and also reminds me of the Autistic Person Freaking Out And Being Dramatic sense of humor. And I know it's not helped by canon, because it done for comic relief and to limit his powers, but explored more I think it as a limitation could have been used way more interestingly than canon did and also call me biased but that quirk induced brain frying sounds at least as concerning as Izuku's quirk's backlash.

And it's a shame!! Because he's so much more interesting than that! Instead, the fandom gives me the Cookicutter Funny Bi ADHD Flirt Who's An Idiot and I am sad about it.

tbh it reminds me of what happened to percy jackson, esp with the ADHD Idiot Trope thing. which sucks because apparently it originated in the author making up stories around characters like his adhd and dyslexic kid inspired by Greek myths to tell him after running out of actual myths because it was his special interest and he wanted more. and then the series got kind of all over the place and the fandom processed that the adhd and dyslexic main character who does dumb things sometimes but is very combat smart and great at strategizing and leading gets bad grades and has trouble focusing and has, y'know, adhd, and made him the ADHD Idiot and erased his Gifted Kid girl friend's traits and ADHD and dyslexia into No Nonsense Calls Him an Idiot And Thinks He's Stupid And Has To Tell Him What To Do And Manage His Life For Him and honestly that just kind of sucks and it reminds me of what happened to fandom Kaminari. and now that I think of it people have jirou like that around him a lot too.

im fine with you answering this publicly if you want or have something to add but probably tag as ableism and maybe a biphobia mention content warning for people who don't have the energy to deal with thinking about those kinds of negative things rn because I kind of Went Off About It

I love this! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and experiences 💚(and double thank you for tag suggestions)💚

I couldn’t agree more that a lot of fandom has messed up Kami’s character, which is why I’ve kinda been posting more about him cause he’s just stuck in my head.

I think a lot of fandoms have trouble with characters like this, people have a hard time with duality in characters and fast/fun posts are easier to make if you flatten a character down.

The did it to Kami, they did it to Percy, they did it to Ron Weasley, they do it to Thor, the list goes on. If being the Smart One ™️ isn’t your thing and you can be goofy than you get pigeonholed into the idiot trope.

I feel for Kami a lot(probably because I have adhd/brain damage too)

It sucks when you’re smart but it’s not the traditional, measurable kind of smart(even if by national comparison Kami technically is).

I got terrible grades growing up, and I pretty much got the absolute lowest gpa you can get and still graduate. But absolutely no one would have known if I didn’t tell them, because I’m not dumb.

(It’s okay if you are “dumb”, I love me a head empty just vibes friend. You’re 100% valid, stil worthy of joining discussions, and should be listened to and taken seriously. This just isn’t about that tho)

I joke sometimes that I’m clever and witty but not smart, because that’s exactly what it feels like.

I have lots of thoughts and ideas that I think I articulate pretty well, I am excellent at finding the humor in things and expressing it in a way that’s funny to others too, and there is almost zero problems I can’t find a work around. And the people in my life love it, and they love to use it.

But eventually everyone in my life finds out that I’m not smart. They see the way I have to pause to Google how to calculate a tip, that I don’t know the name of all 50 states or even where to find them on a map, or I legitimately just can not spell (if you ever see a post where it looks like I used a weird word choice it’s probably because I tried 4 times and autocorrect+Google couldn’t help me and voice to text wasn’t an option)

No one ever questions my intelligence until they find out about my adhd and/or catch me struggling with it. After the mask comes off it’s like they can’t even hear me anymore, nothing I say could be true or matter because I’m now just the goofy accident prone spacy girl. My family literally calls me Spacy

And ya know what sometimes I just let people think that because it’s easier, it’s easier than explaining that I’m dyslexic and that I didn’t have a single geography/history clas until 10th grade and shocker the capital of Iowa doesn’t come up much by then. And it’s easier for me to laugh off losing my keys again than dwell on the fact that sometimes it feels like I’m losing my marbles.

And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if after this post I get a lot more “fact checkers” and push back on anything else I post.(not talking about people who want to genuinely engage,y’all are always welcome, I’m talking those people who don’t wanna look it up themselves but no longer trust me to know what I’m talking about)

Kami is a sweet brilliant boy. He’s in a nationally high ranking school, he loves the weather channel, he’s careful about his quirk that could easily hurt his friends in combat, he has a very high emotional intelligence level, he wears dorky shirts with electricity puns on them, and he pays attention to his friends and remembers a lot of little things about them.

He wants to be a hero and he takes that seriously, and the series has tried time and time again to tell y’all that smiling and laughter are an important part of that. Kami excels at this part! So what if his history grades don’t rival the top of the class, the top 5 students would struggle hard to do what Kami does.

Iida can’t relax, Momos rather shy, Todo struggles with social cues, Midoriya is canonically not funny, and jfc where to even begin with Katsuki. I’m certain they’ll all grow up to be excellent heros in their own right, but none of them are going to bring the level of joy and camaraderie that Denki can. You can’t test that into someone.

Kami also just notices people differently and has any easy way of joining in with them, he doesn’t struggle approaching Katsuki or Shinso. Sure he doesn’t hit the the nail on the head the same way Deku does but he’s the only one who has the guts and skills to try. Also he’s not that kinda friend, he’s not looking to a save these guys but pal around with them

I think Kami 100% realizes what a special case and tough nut to crack Bakugo is, I don’t think he’s just careless or too dumb realize his life’s at stake or whatever.

I think he’s purposely testing Bakugos boundaries all while trying to not be a threat to Katsukis actual ego and calling Bakugo out when he needs it in a way that not to serious. Kami knows how to be just goofy enough that he’s approachable. He’s also keyed in that the way to Bakugo is through Deku, meanwhile everyone else is stuck believing the opposite.

Kami also realized how important music is to Jiro and saw an opportunity to let her display her skills and combin the two worlds she lives, and he wasn’t afraid to get some back lash from her for it.

Like Deku Kami isn’t afraid to be uncomfortable. You really can’t teach that level of social ease, you can teach the posture and feed people a couple of lines but it’ll never hit the same. Funny approachable people have spent a lifetime learning the craft, usually out of necessity.

It’s actually what gives me the biggest adhd vibes from him, because adhd is (speculated to be) a dopamine deficiency disorder. People with adhd are constantly trying to raise their dopamine levels, and that means looking for praise and reward and nothing makes the human brain light up faster than postative human connections.

Adhd children struggle a lot with connecting with peers and often find making people laugh a fast way into people’s circles and makes it more likely people will overlook being interrupted or spaced out on.

Also adhd people are pretty much forced by their own brain structures to be genuine in all they do, low dopamine levels make it very hard to do things you don’t enjoy because there no promise of dopamine from the activity and you don’t have enough to spare, plus impulsiveness makes it really hard to not show when you do or don’t enjoy something.

I agree that Kami is also painted as overly perverted at times, he’s a little flirty but in a fun casual way but it’s not the foundation of his personality and it’s really mellowed out over the course of the series.

And while I subscribe to the bi hc from his interactions with Jiro and Shinso, we should all be very mindful that we don’t lump these characteristics together. The are separate facets of his personality that are not dependent on each other in anyway.

Kami deserves all the respect and love, I can’t wait to see our electric king again 🖤⚡️🖤

#tw ableism #ableism #tw biphobia #biphobia #softy answers #I have a sorta sad one shot about Kami and his quirks effects #should i post it?

[baconsoupforthesoul]

The Ink Demonth - Day 25 - Sunshine

A New Dawn

A/N: Spacy continues her au craze with another piece for the Bioshock au. However, this one is for the Bioshock au offshoot called Silver Linings. In this version, things happened a little differently in Rapture Studios, and I enjoy this version of the au just as much as the original. If you want to learn more about it, I suggest looking through the Silver Linings tag on one of the amazing creators’ blogs. So, without further ado, Henry belongs to @inkspottie, Ross belongs to @doberart, and Delta belongs to @trashboatprince. I hope you all enjoy~

Henry can feel himself nodding off. His eyelids were heavy as he started to slump forward, before jerking himself back awake. He knew he should sleep. After what happened, his body could use the rest. But he just couldn’t.

He looked down at Ross laying in the hospital bed. He looked rough, covered in bruises and scratches, and that horrible gash in his legs that he’d had to bandage up multiple times. He was so thankful that they had finally gotten the man proper medical attention. Goodness knows the nurses here did a much better job than he had.

It almost didn’t seem real. After spending his entire life in Rapture, both as an experiment and slave to Joey Drew… he was finally free. They all were. It had been shocking when the bathysphere had come up and he had seen the sky for the first time. The moon had been full in the sky, and if Henry hadn’t been too busy helping him and his friends to the nearest hospital, he’s sure he would have been memorized by it.

He had yet to see the sun though. That was what he was looking forward to the most. To be honest, it was both his worry for Ross and his unquenchable need to see that sun, the first sunrise he would ever see, that kept him from his slumber.

He thought back to what Ross had said to him, after that awful fight in that colosseum where Joey had forced Delta to fight Ross. When the three of them had been getting what little rest they could, planning their next move. 

“So save those tears for when we see the sun. Yeah?”

“Til we see the sun,” Henry murmured to himself, lost in the memory as he looked out the hospital window.

He supposed he was lucky to see the sun at all. Henry’s hand reached up to his right eye, feeling the scars running across it. An eye he would never see out of again. It still hurt to think about it. That day when Joey had forced him to stay still with his “Would you kindly” phrase as he clawed at Henry’s eye. He had done his best to push the memories back while he had been in Rapture, he had enough to worry about as it was. But it was starting to hit him a little more now that he was stuck like this now, half-blind.

It could have been worse though. Henry glanced over at Delta, asleep on another hospital bed that had been rolled in here. The three of them didn’t want to be separated, not after everything they went through. The big daddy was snoring away, Bendy curled up in his lap. The crystals though, poking out of his side, his drill, his head... it made Henry wince just looking at it. It wasn’t that he was disgusted by it, but he knew how uncomfortable they must be. How painful it must be, to be spliced up like that. Hopefully, Norman could find a way to reverse the process.

They were lucky to have Norman with them, the man who had done everything he could to help them down there in that forsaken city. And even more lucky to have reached the surface on Halloween night. While Henry had only a vague knowledge of the holiday, it was apparently a day where people dressed up in costumes, so the three of them hadn’t turned too many heads when they reached the hospital. But Henry knew upon closer inspection, it would become clear that Delta’s crystals were very much not fake. Thankfully Norman had managed to pull aside the nurses caring for them, a kind woman named Linda and a… beautiful red-head named Lyra, and had somehow managed to explain at least some of it to them. The two of them seemed to be taking the whole thing in stride. Perhaps, even as unbelievable as their tale was, when looking at the raw evidence of what happened, one would have no choice but to believe it.

As Henry sat there, lost in his thoughts and memories, a light caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked out the window and his eyes widened.

He could see it. The light beyond the horizon. The sun rays had just managed to peek through the clouds, making a halo in the sky. Henry stared in wonder as he saw the sun’s light illuminated the sky for the first time. He knew it would be beautiful… he knew it would be breathtaking… but he hadn’t been prepared for how magnificent it truly was. He sat there in complete silence, unable to pull his gaze away. The sun lit up the clouds, painting them in red, orange, and yellow. It was like the sky was ablaze, a fiery spectacle of light. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he was transfixed by the promise of a new day. A new day in the light.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Henry startled, looking down to see that Ross had finally woken up. The white-haired man looked up to him with a warm, albeit tired smile on his face.

“Sorry,” He murmured softly. “Didn’t mean to startle you, Henry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Henry assured him. “Are you…. Are you feeling okay?”

“Physically? I feel like I got run over by a truck,” Ross told him honestly. “But right now,” Ross glanced up at the window, watching the sun rays poke through the window pane. “Seeing that sunrise… I feel pretty good.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Henry said, turning his gaze back to the window. Even as exhausted as he was, even feeling the pain from his own injuries… he honestly had never felt better. Seeing that sky, that sun… it made all the pain worth it.

“Heh, it’s even got me crying,” Ross let out a dry chuckle as he wiped tears from his own eyes.

“Hey, we did say we were going to save our tears till we saw the sun,” Henry reminded him, wiping away a few tears of his own.

“I suppose we did,” Ross said, his eyes misty but filled with so much joy. “It was worth it. How can you not get a little teary-eyed, seeing something as beautiful as that?”

“Mmhmm,” Henry hummed in agreement. 

“And I suppose… it’s actually my first time seeing it…” Ross realized, his voice taking a more solemn tone. Henry frowned, remembering the revelation Ross had learned down there. That he was a clone too, that the memories he had of the surface were someone else’s, remnants of a dead man, the original Henry Ross.

“Well, it’s my first time seeing it too. It’s a first for all of us. So… we can all enjoy our first sunrise together,” Henry told him and Ross smiled at that.

“I suppose you’re right,” Ross agreed, returning his gaze to the window. As the two of them continued gazing out the window, a thought suddenly struck Henry.

“Wait a second… Delta’s missing this!” He realized, quickly getting out of his chair and stumbling over to the big daddy.

“Delta,” Henry shook his brother’s shoulder gently. “Delta. Hey Delta. Wake up, you have to see this!”

“Huh?” Delta said groggily, his eyes only half opened. “What is it? I’m tryin’ to sleep here.”

“So, you didn’t want to see the sunrise then?” Henry asked, trying to sound innocent but he couldn’t keep the cheekiness out of his voice.

“What?!” Delta’s eyes shot open as he tried to sit up. “The sun’s coming up?”

“Hmmmm?” The little devil in his lap stirred, blinking his eyes slowly. “Mr. Sun’s come to play?”

“Yeah, come on little buddy. Let’s go see the sun,” Delta grinned down Bendy.

Henry carefully helped Delta stand up, being mindful of his sharp crystals, and helped him walk up to the window. Bendy crawled up onto his dad’s shoulder, wagging his tail excitedly. 

“Wow…” Delta stared out the window in awe, the sun lighting up the green in his eyes. “Would ya look at that…”

“It’s so pretty!” Bendy exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling. “Look, daddy, look! It’s coloring the sky!”

“It sure is buddy,” the big daddy smiled as he reached up to rub the little devil’s head. “It sure is…”

A couple of stray tears rolled down Delta’s face as the sun slowly made its way up through the clouds, brightening up that blue sky. After all the tears of pain and despair they all had wept, they finally were crying tears of joy. They had made it through the darkness and into the light, free of the chains that had once shackled them. And as the light chased away the night, the three of them stayed there for some time, enjoying the warmth of the sun for the first time.

#the ink demonth #ink demonth #bendy and the ink machine #batim #henry stein #henry batim #bendy #bendy batim #bioshock au #silver linings au #silver linings #inkspottie #doberart #trashboatprince #spacy writes

[wonderwomanfantasy]

I ship it

anything for you icy baby uwu

Shinsou x Vigilante!reader

word count: 2,500 (about)

warnings: blood, gore, violence, some angsty pinning 

Summary: Shinsou was probably your best friend, which was odd considering how much he didn’t know about you. He didn’t know you were in love with him, and he didn’t know you were a vigilante.

“what are you looking at?” Shinsou asked making you jump, He had a bad habit of sneaking up on you. Shinsou laughed as you smacked his chest. Then he dropped his gaze to your phone, which you had been browsing before he had scared you 

“hey is that me?” he asked suddenly no longer interested in play fighting with you. 

“Yeah I was watching that fight with you and Siren against that acrobat villain,” you admitted looking back down at the video as it played.  

“awe (y/n) I didn’t know I had a fan,” he teased wrapping his arms around your waist teasingly, you ignored the flutter in your chest and shoved him off of you. 

“Actually I was watching for Siren, she’s super hot you know,” you teased right back. instantly his mood darkened 

“Don’t even pretend to like that scum,” he growled it was a little scary seeing him so pissed off, even scarier when he was angry at you. but you just smiled 

“don’t pout you grouch, of course, I like you better,” you teased, 

“you better,”

“still she could be a great girlfriend I think-”

“whatever we should go grab food yeah?” he huffed you nodded and accepted. 

you supposed it made sense that Shinsou hated Siren,  He was a hero, after all, still, you wondered if he would hat Siren so much if he knew you were actually her. 

You weren’t really a villain but you weren’t on the right side of the law either. you liked to think of yourself as closer to a vigilante than anything else although the media and Shinsou didn’t see it that way. 

It was a little unfortunate that you spent so much of your free time fighting your best friend but life wasn’t fair you had learned that much at least. 

Shinsou poked your cheek drawing you back into the present. “I paid for your ramen you better eat it,” Shinsou muttered. you stuck your tongue out and slurped your noodles. 

“you are really spacy today huh?” he laughed. He had a beautiful laugh, it almost made you blush. you liked him too much for your own good and you knew you were only going to get hurt, still who wouldn’t fall for him? you dropped your gaze and kept eating. 

Shinsou frowned, you were acting weird today. Not looking at him, spacing out, and blushing like that. You were Shinsou’d best friend, but sometimes it felt like he didn’t know you at all. you were quite unreadable when you wanted to be. 

“(y/n) are you sick or something?” Shinsou asked reaching his hand out to feel your forehead. Before he could touch your face he heard screaming both of your turned and he saw people running outside, then Kaminari Denki of all people came crashing through the glass window at the front of the restaurant. Shinsou leaped over the table and shielded you from the spray of broken glass. in the same instant, he also managed to pluck Kaminari out of the air before he could crash through anything else. 

“Need Help?” Shinsou asked Kaminari, smirking. 

“that would be great.” the blonde gulped. Shinsou turned to you

“Hide, I’ll find you after this is all over okay?” Shinsou said turning to you, you pretended to be frightened and ran out of his line of sight. Quickly you ducked into the restaurant’s bathroom and quickly changed into the sleek black outfit you carried on you at all times. Another set of helping hands couldn’t hurt right?

You almost laughed as you skidded along the sidewalk towards the two men, Shinsou did a double-take then groaned. it was hilarious to see his pained reactions. 

“Ah don’t pout Shinsou Baby,  thought you would be glad to see me,” you laughed. your voice came out as mechanical, warped beyond recognition.  “After all the quicker we get this done the quicker you can get back to your little date,” you teased. 

“you were watching me?” he barked. you just shrugged, knowing better than to answer him verbally. 

“Will you two stop flirting!! Villain!” Kaminari shouted gesturing to the two-story monster destroying buildings with massive swipes of his clawed hands. 

“We weren’t flirting,” Shinsou pouted running after the other hero, with you close behind. 

“quirk?” you asked Kaminari knowing Shinsou wouldn’t respond to you. 

“Not sure Something emotion-related, I think If we can calm him down He might go back to normal-” Denki explained. you nodded before quickly ducking to avoid a chunk of a building that flew toward you. 

“Just calm him down? that doesn’t sound too bad,” you laughed. 

“Yeah, so that means we don’t need you,” Shinsou griped. Shinsou knew that in theory the two of you were different sides of the same coin. Just two people with villainous quirks trying to make the world a better place. he couldn’t help but hate you, even if he didn’t fully know why. He also hated the shipping that came with it. It had pissed him off enough to see his best friend looking through the Shinren ship tag now he had to deal with you and some monster at the same time. 

“you’re not even a hero we could arrest you right now,” Shinsou growled  

“I could arrest you right now,” you mimicked him. Shinsou’s eyes twitched in frustration before shooting his capture weapon, wrapping the gray scarf around the attacker's wrist halting him mid-swing. The pause was enough for Kaminari to get in an attack of his own a lightning blast large enough to engulf the Villain in electricity. Still, it wasn’t enough, So you took your turn. 

“Let’s calm down big guy, Deep breaths!” you commanded, your voice flowed over him and he had no choice but to obey. He relaxed taking deep even breaths, slowly he shrank, his claws and fangs returning to more human shapes until he collapsed on the streets wrapped entirely in Shinsou’s scarf. 

“see aren’t I helpful?” you purred turning to Shinsou who scowled, it was a pretty threatening look coming from him. 

“come on man would it kill you to say thank you?” Kaminari said from behind you

“It just might,” the purple-haired man growled

“Hitoshiiiii,” Kaminari whined. 

“Thank you for your help Siren now get out of here before I arrest you,” he growled through gritted teeth, even though he couldn’t see your face he knew you were grinning like a fool. He was right of course. you laughed and took off running. but not quite fast enough. 

The buildings around you were still in crumbling pieces. a broken steal beam fell slashing across your chest and stomach even grazing the top of your thigh. you staggered back your breath gone. there wasn’t even pain your whole body just numb as you fell to the sidewalk unable to breathe let alone move.  

You had been so fucking careful in battle. You had waited until the right moment to attack the monster and even hid slightly behind the real pros. you were pissed that collateral damage had taken you down. your vision was spotty before going completely black. you were only blind for a second or two and when you could see clearly again you saw Shinsou over you, cutting away the torn bits of your costume to assess the wound

“Drama queen, it’s not even that deep,” he laughed, but you could tell he was lying, you could see the fear in his eyes. 

“give it to me straight Doc.” you joked back, your voice was hoarse, even after being run through the filter. the panic on Shinsou’s face only grew more blatant.

Shinsou had no clue what he was doing, he was never great at this healing stuff and if he was being honest the sight of this much blood frightened him. Maybe it was just because it was your blood. 

If someone had asked Shinsou this morning he would have told them he hated Siren with a passion. but seeing you drop like that awoke a different kind of passion in him.  If you died, who was going to annoy him while he was out on patrol? Or swoop in to help whenever he was in over his head. Who was he going to complain too about the strict sometimes contradictory rules the council inforced? He realized not only would he miss you if he died, but it might also just brake him. 

“you’ll be fine,” he muttered to calm himself more than anything.

“Course I will,” you laughed weakly your body spasmed suddenly and you let out a sharp cry of pain. the sudden movement caused a gush of blood and with every aftershock of your muscles tensing more of the thick red liquid spirted from your wound. 

“Hey Siren I’m going to take your helmet off okay?” Shinsou asked 

“Hitoshi-” you were usually smart enough not to answer his questions but not now. your body went rigid and the blood stopped gushing so violently.  

“relax and stay still,” he commanded before getting to work. Denki had called for back up, people who knew what the fuck they were doing were on their way. he only had to keep you alive for ten minutes. Shinsou did his best to soak up the blood and clean the wound it’s self with the limited supplies he had. It wasn’t enough. The blood returned almost as soon as he whipped it away. any bandages he placed down were instantly soaked. Shinsou couldn’t help but feel that he was making things works not better.

Your skin was ashy and pale. Because of the spell he had you under your body was lifelessly still. The only thing that assured him you were alive was the steady flow of blood that pushed to the surface with every beat of your weak heart. Suddenly he broke his hold in your mind.

“Are you still awake? say something,” he growled your body shook lightly now that your muscles could twitch on their own. 

“Going... for my helmet... low blow,” you coughed. Shinsou could help but laugh at least you were awake. 

“The Shippers are going to love this,” you added making him laugh again. it was good seeing him laugh. 

“you’re fucking dying and you’re thinking about shippers?” he asked applying pressure to the wound making you cry out in pain. 

“I mean... There is going to be- Fuck- fanart,” you winced trying to bite back a second scream and failing.  

“Probably, you think they’ll make the blood pool in a heart shape?” he joked 

“that would be cute,” you crooned and immediately you were back under his control 

“Stay calm and stay awake,” he ordered. Shinsou kept at it until the real medics arrived. they healed you almost instantly. He silently thanked God you weren’t too far gone to be saved. even though the wound was no longer hurting you, a thick scar was left and your body would still ache for days to come undoubtedly. one of the heroes reached for the helmet, just to check for head injuries, but Shinsou stopped them

“leave it on and just try to heal her anyway,” he muttered. The older hero looked skeptical but did as he asked. as it turned out your head was fine. Shinsou didn’t know why he was protecting your identity like that but it just felt like the right thing to do. you didn’t talk much, far too drained for coherent thoughts. you staid on the curbside head in your hands waiting for any amount of strength to return. and he staid with you. 

He watched the street, as life returned to normal almost instantly. The criminal was taken into police custody, people milled about the sidewalks and the buildings were already being repaired. It was amazing to Shinsou how fast life could return to normal after something horrific.  He looked at you, looking uncharacteristically small. maybe it was just because you weren’t yelling. He wondered if the two of you would return to normal just as quickly

No, he thought, no it’s different now. you saved her, you didn’t want to lose her, so now it’s different. Gently he placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“Let me take you home so you can rest properly, I promise I won’t bust into your house to arrest you or something,” he teased. in a blur of motion, you were standing, you knocked him to the ground and rested the heel of your boot on his throat. 

“Awe you still want to play white knight Shinsou? That’s sweet but sorry I can take care of myself,” you laughed in your usual catty tone. you removed your foot from his neck and gave him a cheeky two-finger salute. 

“latter lover boy, and really thanks for all the help,” you called running off again and managing to make a clean escape this time. Shinsou should have been furious at you for wasting his time and making a fool out of him. But things were different now. 

you barely made it through your apartment door before collapsing on the floor wheezing. You had already been lightheaded and in pain, the brash show of force against Shinsou only exacerbated the problems. But you had pretended to be okay. he couldn’t know where you lived and find out your dirty little secret. 

It was painful but you managed to Strip of your costume. but that was all you could do. But you could live with just being in a sports bra and underwear in your own apartment. You had never really found your carpet all that comfortable but right now it seemed like the perfect place to lay down and rest. 

before you could fall asleep on the floor your phone rang making you groan. Once you saw it was Shinsou, you answered. 

“Hey, where are you?” He asked once you picked up. fuck. quickly you came up with a lie to explain your absence.

“The Ramen shop was evacuated right after you left and It turns out I was cut by some of that glass so I was taken to the hospital, but don’t worry I’m home now,” you explained trying to make your voice sound appropriately frightened. He sighed

“I was worried something really bad had happened to you,” he sounded relieved. you gingerly touched the newly formed scar on your chest. Shinsou had saved your life today and he didn’t even know it.

“Sorry I didn’t text sooner I didn’t want to interrupt the fight,” you mumbled apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it, Can I come over? I still want to make sure you’re okay.”

 you froze imaging Shinsou walking in on you like this. 

“Maybe later, I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too,” you rejected him softly. He just hummed. You really needed to push him off the line so you could pass out. 

“That being said that fight gave me some really good Shinren content are you sure you don’t have a thing for her? I sure do,” you teased expecting him to groan and leave in a fit of anger. but he was silent.

“I don’t know but I think I’m starting to ship it,” he teased before disconnecting before you could react. Great. How were you supposed to sleep now?

#Shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #mha shinsou #imagine shinsou #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

[thefivecalls]

Nope! Nopenopenopenopenope. I am done repeating the shortcuts in life with mental illness and chronic pain. These can probably extend to others but this is specifically from my depression and chronic pain in my leg and lower back:

-drink milk when you cant stand solid foods, it fills you the quickest and lasts the longest (specifially 2% for me, almond a close 2nd. Skim is too watery)

-Saltines, Peanut Butter, and apple slices/sauce are good fillers if you dont feel hungry but know you need to eat. You dont need many and it wont make you sick if you eat too much by accident

-Keep a jug of water in your fridge. Cold water helps ground me sometimes if I get spacy. (Ive heard ice cubes work too? Havent tried that since we dont have ice trays so can't vouch.)

-Apple juice is the best thing to drink to stay awake for long periods of time. Coffee makes anxiety amp up, pineapple and orange juice gives you a jolt but it wears off quickly, cranberry makes me feel more tired somehow, and I simply dont like grapes so idk about them. Apple juice wakes you up relatively quickly and lasts for a while so try it

-If hot liquids are a comfort for you, a thermos helps by making it last longer. I got mine for 3 dollars at goodwill. Soaked it in white vinegar for three days to clean the insides and then put it through a dishwasher. Practically new again.

-if cold things are your comfort, a small lunch cooler by your bed is great cause you can fill it with cold things before a spiral or attack or if you can feel the spasms coming and you can set it next to your bed.

-Peppermint is a natural stimulus. Spearmint gum is a nice smack in the face if you need quick grounding.

-dry shampoo and a brush will make you feel So Much better than before

-Stridex face cleansing wipes are good for cleaning your face quickly and with minimal effort.

-If you can't bring yourself to clean your room, change your sheets. Its the smallest thing that can help you the most during a downward spiral

-Don't spend too much time in bed. It will train your brain Not to sleep there, so move to your window or a couch.

-Washcloth showers! Get a bowl with warmish water and soap and a washcloth, sit down on a stool and wipe off the sweat and grime. It's amazing to feel clean without having to withstand standing in a shower for 40 minutes

-theres this mouthwash spray you can get. Use it when you cant get up to brush your teeth

-Ibuprofen and Tylenol slowly get weaker as you use them. Rub tiger balm on the area of pain and it'll help you so much

-DONT FALL ASLEEP ON A HEATING PAD. Constant heat makes bad burns! And if you're drugged up on sleep meds you probs wont wake up til they where off, and Trust me you dont want to go to the ER at 3 in the morning with a 2nd degree burn on your back and legs

-Today's a home day? Socks. Fucking Hell wearing socks makes it easier to walk and you can slide on hard surfaces! And they keep your feet warm if you put on thermals or wool

-Thoughts being loud? Audio books or music. Rewind if you get trapped up there, dont worry about it cause we've all had to re listen to something at some point. Or some text-to-speech apps for things like fanfics or stories. (I use Text to Voice - Read Aloud. Its pink and has a microphone)

-Compression sleeves! They help apply a constant (somewhat soothing!) pressure. I've got a knee one and a full leg sleeve. Athletic stores have them sometimes for injuries and whatnot.

-Fairy Lights are dim so they dont hurt your eyes, plus they're pretty and come in lots of colors! Mine are purple and white

-men's sweatpants are much more comfy then woman's. Cheaper too.

-An actual alarm clock helps me when executive dysfunction is stopping me. It forces me to get up and I got mine cheap from Wal-Mart. Plug it in away from where you are and set it for sunlight hours.

-Sweatshirts get smelly fast. Some lightweight long sleeves are good alternatives cause they still cover you but they dont suffocate you and you can where them longer

-A squish monster! Ive got an octopus plushie, my friend has a dragon plushie, another friend has a marshmellow one. Good for comfort (and you'll never outgrow it. We're all 16-19, but 2 of the parents that taught us this still use ones themself)

-Sunglasses and eyedrops are good for bloodshot eyes

-Find a comfort video or tv show or movie. Watch it on the bad days. How to train your dragon, atlantis the lost civilization, and Treasure Planet are 3 of my favorites.

-Stale air sucks. Get a small camping fan and set if up near your bed. A couple of D batteries later and you got air movement

-This is more of a coping mech for me, but write down your thoughts and then counter them. It can get hard but things like "Your friends won't leave you" written by your own hand is satisfying to look at. Ive got an old school pad for mine and i keep it on my floor next to my bed

-Blindfolds can be a double edged sword-it can help by taking away your sight and helping you focus internally, but they can also force you into your head and get you stuck there. Use them carefully!

-be nice to yourself! You cant always act at 100%! Even if everyone else is at 70% and to match them you have to up your anty. Coaxing yourself like a scared animal is much better than beating yourself up about not being able to do things.

Feel free to add on, I'll be doing more when I can think of them!

[rationpack]

dear diary. date 25/3/21

today is a good? day? yesterday, i starred sobbing bc my parents were forcing me to go to school. and my head hurts so much now. crying for seven hours isnt. isnt a good idea. also my mom tried to rip off my door handle. so that happened. (Its the ocd i think aha) at least they saw my eyes today morning and didnt make me go today. im doing better today, because im chilling at home. Im revising for physics (a subject i enjoy!) and making a nice colourful mind map. mind maps are nice because they help me understand topics. They feel like theyre my own brain, but written down. (And a little organised.) my heads still a little spacy from yesterday, but writing my fic and revising helps me ground myself. Which is nice. My parents bought me starbucks, as a peace offering. Which is Also Nice. i like doing things and keeping my hands and mind busy (less brain energy left to be alone in my head lol.) this revision is making me like physics again, this topic (electricity) is a little rocky for me since this was one of the things my grandfather used to teach me, and i still havent come to terms with him going. its fine tho, im still learning. bye!

#tw death #tw bad parenting #physics #notes #diary #getting better #improvement

[geeky-roleplayer]

My friend @ruinvevo wrote a Voltron fic.

She was having some problems with Tumblr and asked that I just post it onto my account, crediting her, of course.

So here it is! - Kay.

🌹🌹🌹

title: champion

fandom: voltron: legendary defender

word count: 3,421

notes: see bottom of page for that

song: champion - carrie underwood ft ludacris

two hands in the air, i will be the last one standing

i am a champion

Theodore Kai could recall almost anything you asked him about. Rather it be the first time he knew he loved his boyfriend Takashi Shirogane, or Shiro. Or maybe its the first time his hope was completely twisted out of his grip by the Galra, as they mercilessly attacked his sister and mother right infront of him, before taking him prisoner. He was no stranger to pain, no stranger to the battle scars that came from war, as most weren't now. Especially not anyone on the Atlas, the war ship from earth that was changing the world with the Paladins of Voltron on board. 

Even now, he recalled past memories. The quietness of the world was never able to echo louder then his thoughts, because he has been doing this ever since he was a child. Fighting, losing, winning. But this would be different. It had to be, the fate of everyone was depending on it. 

you'll be looking at me when its over. 

i live for the battle, im a soldier, yeah. 

Theo recalled back to the time he stood infront of the crowd, infront of the stage. Not even a mere month ago, before they were leaving. Everyone was cheering, screaming, urging the people on that stage to go and save lives like they have done countless times before. It was truly chilling, awe inspiring, and it reminded him just exactly what he had to lose. 

That day, he didn't want to stand on that stage. It wasn't his to stand on, not when he was no paladin. Nor was he a Garrison soldier. Looking over in this vision of the past, he could see his little sister at his side, chin high up in the air, proud to know that while they weren't standing up there, they were cheering for them as well. The scars of their past battles, almost losing Shiro twice, it never would truly leave Theodore. Not even as he glanced down to flex the muscles on his hand, pale pastel blue markings peeking out from underneath like a reminder of his pain. 

His attention was returning to Riley, and then he was looking up at the stage. Where Shiro stood, where the other paladins stood, the ones he considered family. And it reminded him of how he almost lost them. 

Im a fighter like rocky, Put you flat on your back like Ali,

Yeah im the greatest, im stronger, 

Paid my dues, cant lose, Imma own ya, ay

Theo could remember the screaming and echoing pain in his muscles that day. When they reclaimed earth so many months ago, and the lions were plummeting straight down back towards the blue and green planet, and the only thing you could see was the coloured streaks flying across the sky. 

It was likely the stress of that situation, that caused his marks to suddenly go into overdrive. And before he knew it, he was crying out in pain, unable to handle it. He could hear Shiro in his ear, in those comms that were built into his helmet, yelling at someone, or something. And then silence for a moment, before he was whispering words of encouragement, trying to soothe his pain though he was unable to get there, to see him. To help him. He couldn't lose his kids, not now. No, not after all that Theo had been through. 

And when he was flying straight for the ground, he was unsurprised. Unable to do anything, to fly, because his whole body was cramping, spasming, all of his muscles attacking him for simply existing and caring. 

and then it was quiet, except for the exploding noise of the engine blowing.

i've been working my whole life, and now its do or die. 

i am invincible, unbreakable, unstoppable, unshakeable.

they knock me down, i get up again. I am the champion

​​​​​

"Theo? Hello? Earth to Theo?"

Theodore was stirring from his little flash back of the past, as he found a hand waving infront of his face. It was his little sister, Riley Savannah, who was dressed and ready to impress even though they were heading into battle. A black suit version of what Griffin and the other MFE fighters wore. He could only offer a smile, and a murmur of apology for spacing out. 

"Are you alright?"

Theo was then nodding. 

"Yeah. Come on, lets go. The sooner we get home, the faster we can come back to Hunk's amazing cooking."

His words were followed up by a brighter smile of reassurance, though Riley clearly was still skeptical of him, given the way she furrowed her brows in confusion at the way he was acting. So spacy, so odd. 

Turning to the side before he began to climb into the back of Griffin's MFE who would be dropping him off, while Riley headed off towards Laith's, he saw Shiro standing in the door way. Watching to make sure he got in safely, and even now, Theo found his heart pounding at the sight of him. 

you're gonna know my name, you cant hurt me now, i cant feel the pain, i was made for this, yeah. 

yeah i was born to win, i am the champion. 

Adam was standing there, inbetween the pair. Looking down at his tablet, as he was the one to moniter this mission. He no longer payed any mind when people stared at him for the many scars upon his face, or really anything else. They no longer mattered, not when he had people to fight for, more information and stories to teach to those younger generations before he finally would retire from the mantle of teaching. Glancing up, he saw Theo standing there, unmoving, despite one hand on the step to get into the ship. 

Then he was following his gaze, towards the door way, where their captain leaned against it. One another watching each other, completely in love. 

While it bothered him, seeing it now, it no longer pained him as much as it used to. Shiro was happy, and that was all that mattered to him, though he still swore Theo was out to get him, threatening him in dark corners of the ship when it was only the pair. 

Not that it mattered now, of course. 

Theo was going off into battle. Risking himself just for the sake of the mission to finally create peace in the universe. 

"Can you two please stop staring so Theo can leave, before we get behind on schedule?" 

When they write my story, they are gonna say i did it for the glory, yeah. But dont think i did it for the fame, i did it for the love of the game, yeah. 

And this is my chance im taking, all those old records im breaking.

"Yeah yeah yeah, im going, Adam." 

Came the quiet rumble from Theo, before he had a sly smirk on his face, directed at his lover. Saluting casually, before he was stepping in and sitting down. Glass shutting over, as he began to prep himself. Griffin in the front was running last minute checks, as the rest of the crew began to vacate the hangar. 

Adam and Shiro included, who had a direct passage to the bridge, so that they could lead this battle. The Lions had left a few minutes prior, and now Riley and Theo had to do their part. 

Get in the Galra cruiser, get all the information they could, and get out of there. 

​​​​​​Without getting hurt, though missions like these, they never always go according to plan, do they? That was something Theo had began to expect, ever since he joined the Paladins all that long ago. As a Galra soldier, nothing more then a toy for the commander of that ship, a previous labor worker and prisoner. But had it not been for that moment, the others showing up, he wouldn't be here, so he could only count his blessings as they took off. 

All you people watching on the tv, go ahead and put your bets on me, ay. I've been waiting my whole life, to see my name in lights. I am invinsible, unshakable, unbreakable, unstoppable. They knock me down i get up again. I am the champion. 

"Comms check, Fighters." 

"Riley here! Comms are working in my helmet." 

"Theo checking in, blessing you all with my precious voice."

Theo could only scowl, when the pilot of this ship, Griffin, snorted in amusement at his words. Clearly there was disbelief there, when Theo's voice was precious. Maybe not to everyone, but certainly to Shiro, who only sighed in annoyance at the bright orange screen infront of him that showed the others. 

The comms would work like so. Adam would moniter them on his tablet, hearing them in his headset. And if it was extremely important, they would switch channels to communicate directly with the Atlas and its commander. 

"Please! Like anybody finds that voice nice." 

"Sounds just like your piloting skills. Dont kill me, please."

"Hell of a lot better then you, Kai." 

"Once we get back to the hangar, be prepared for me to kick your ass and make you eat your words, Griffin." 

Theodore could only laugh when he heard Shiro over the comms, sighing angrily, and even louder then previously. It sounded like Adam and him were arguing about something, though what he couldn't quite tell. It didn't seem to matter however, as it was time for him to be dropped off, along with Riley. 

"This is your stop."

"Riley, Theo. Make sure you come home safe." 

Shiro's words were not to be taken in vain, because they were said with every ounce of caring in his body he could muster because it was true. If Theo didn't come home safe, he didn't know what he would do. 

"We will." 

Came the chorus of reply from Theo and Riley both, before they were dropping in. 

You are going to know my name, you can't hurt me now, i cant feel the pain, i was made for this, yeah i was born to win. I am the champion.

When they dropped into that Galra cruiser, it didn't take long for them to infiltrate it, finding a weak spot on the outside. Riley was the one to speak out, to inform Adam of their progress update since they were no longer on the main channel connected to the Atlas Command room, or Bridge as it was commonly called. 

They had a few moments of peace, as Theo stepped out from the vents they had just crawled out of. 

"It is oddly quiet.. something is wrong." 

It turns out they weren't wrong about that, or atleast Theo wasn't, because moments later he was being shot at by dozens of Sentries. A quick cry escaped his mouth, as he pulled Riley back into the vent, hurrying her along. Taking many twists and turns that almost made him dizzy and sick. And almost lost, as well. But then they were dropping out only a few halls away from the command room's doors, and Theo let out a sigh of relief. 

And then it began again. 

Sentries, soldiers, coming up to shoot at them. He and Riley pressed themselves against the wall for a few moments, before they began to attack. Theo was pulling his twin axes out from his waist, just as Riley pulled her large sword from its sheith on her back. 

Turning to each other with a nod, before they attacked. 

Running forward with war cries and to their credit, they did manage to fight their way through until they reached the command room. But that was as far as their luck went, because Riley let out a sharp cry. Sword almost being dropped, as one of their bullets grazed her side. Energy burning away the suit that was left there, leaving exposed and burning flesh, bleeding and terrible pain. 

Theo was not happy in the slightest at this. And he took the others out, before noticing the command room doors shutting. 

And he barely managed to slide through with one last look at Riley, before he was leaving her alone in the dark hallway. 

Born champion, Luda. The C is for the courage i possess through the drama. H is for the hurt but its all for the honor. A is for my attitude, working through the patience, Money comes and goes, so M is for the motivation. Gotta stay consistent, the P is for the persevere. I is for the integrity, for the innovative career. The O is for optimistic, open and never shut. The N is necessary cause im never giving up.

When Theo reemerged with the information required to fully end this mission, he was staggering forward. Command doors opening, and he was left forward to walk towards his sister. Taking her sword to place it back in its holder on her back, before he was using his shoulders to support her weight. 

She was tired, that much was evident by the way her weight pressed against him. In pain, losing blood. And it hurt him to see. The adrenaline of the situation was causing him to ignore the pain in his side, where you might not see it at first glance due to the black fabric, but he was heavily bleeding with a wound to his side. A sharp one at that, a cut due to a blade. Sticky from the blood in the suit, and he thought it felt terrible, but he ignored it. 

Instead switching his comm channels to the Atlas. Instead of Adam's little monitering chat.

"Wounded soldier, we need pick up now. Get your asses in gear and get over here." 

His tone left no room for argument, as he carried Riley to the hangar. When they got there, he was left to stare angrily at the sentries waiting for him and her, before gently setting her down. 

Whispering words of encouragement to stay awake. She just had too, he could not lose her. 

And then he was attacking, growing weaker by the moment. When the others arrived, he rushed over to Riley, before opening the hangar doors. Sucking both of them into space, where both MFE's were waiting to grab them, glass tops open. 

See, they ask me how i did it, i just did it from the heart. Crushing the competition, been doing it from the start. 

they say every champion is about their principles, Carrie!

When they arrived back at the Atlas, no one payed Theodore any mind, simply because they did not know he was hurt. Or how heavily he was actually bleeding, or anything. Instead, everyone flocked to his sister, who needed more medical attention then he did anyway. 

Taking a step out of the ship, to stand on the ground, it felt nice. When they rushed out, everyone in the hangar followed. Shiro was nowhere to be found, though that was expected, much like Adam still being gone. 

The Lions also required their attention, with their mission as well. 

And so, he was left to sway for a few moments, before he turned away from the hanger doors, and the ship he was leaning against unknowningly. Leaving behind a red bloody print. Glancing around the room, until he could stumble over to a pile of crates. 

Then he was dropping beside them, out of sight from the whole room where he could close his eyes and rest. Helmet abandoned off by the ship, though his orange phone was on him. 

That was ultimately how they found him. 

I am invinsible, unshakeable, unbreakable, unstoppable. They knock me down, i get up again. I am the champion. You're gonna know my name, You cant hurt me now, cant feel the pain. Yeah, i was made for this, i was born to win. I am the champion.

Theodore was far gone betime Shiro was able to leave the bridge. Having to stay for the lions, but assuming that Theo would join them not long after arriving, as he couldn't stay with his sisters for a few hours. And besides, once the lions would arrive, Lance would arrive like a hell storm and Theo would be set in his sights for letting his girlfriend get hurt.

Griffin had said he was in the hangar, before they took Riley away. That echoed in Shiro's mind, before he entered the hangar, glancing around. Most crew members were still away, doing their own things. 

And at first glance, he didn't notice the red bloody print upon the white and orange design of the MFE that belonged to Griffin. 

His phone was being pulled from his pocket, so that he could dial Theo's phone. 

And he froze when it began to ring, inside the hangar. He could only follow the sound, and it sounded so loud compared to anything else. Even his heart beating loudly in his ears, or the footsteps he was loudly making, or the slight buzzing from his arm. And it was like ice water was running through Shiro's veins, being chilled to the core as he made it around the corner to look into the pile of crates. 

And his heart broke. 

"Someone! Please, please get help! Anyone, please!"

Shiro was crying out loudly into the empty hangar, and it took a few moments for anyone to appear to see the commotion. Shiro lifting up his boyfriend, holding him close to his chest as he stumbled forward with him in his arms bridal style. Blood was soaking Shiro's outfit, and Theo looked deathly pale, and in a way he was. 

And Shiro never thought he would forget that sight, as someone took Theo from his arms. 

i'm the champion, yeah. Surpassed all the rivals, its all about who wants it the most. Fight for what we believe in, thats what champions are made of. 

When Theodore woke up the next day, his throat was dry. Scratchy, and he felt the pain in his side, along with a tightness there. Bandages wrapped up tightly, when he managed to lift his head far enough up to peak underneath the blanket. Weak, certainly. 

And when he glanced to his side, his heart broke because there sat his boyfriend, laying with his head down against the bed. Black circles already in his eyes, no doubt he stayed awake this whole time hoping Theo would pull through. Hand gripping Theo's, and he found himself smiling at that. 

And so, gently, he poked him. In the head, where all of his newly found grey hairs sat. 

Shiro was springing up a moment later, glancing around quickly in a panic, before Theodore caught his attention. He could only stare at him, in shock. Fear was in his eyes, terror. Happiness, sadness, so many mixed emotions, and he didn't know what to say or think. Only he could stare. When Theo made a motion for some water, only then did Shiro stir from his staring, getting up to hand him a glass before he was sitting back down. 

Tears were in his eyes, as he watched Theo take a drink. 

"How could you do that? Be so reckless? I almost lost you, Theo. I.. i dont know what i would have done without you."

Theo didn't know what to say at first, as he watched Shiro sob as he finally was able to release his emotions out from the whole event, because Theo was awake. His Theo. His lover, his boyfriend, his partner, his best friend. Space dad number two. 

And really, Theo didn't say anything. Instead pulling Shiro up with the little bit of strength he had, using his hand to pull Shiro's. Though he didn't fight it, so it was easier for him anyhow. Not aggravating the stitches on his side, wrapped in bandages. 

A kiss was placed on Shiro's lips, holding him there, hands coming up to be placed on his cheeks, to wipe away those tears that were breaking Theo's heart. 

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against Shiro's. 

"I am so sorry, my love. I have no intentions of going anywhere. I can't leave you with all those kids and recruits, now can i?" 

Shiro's only reply was a mix of a sob of terror, and a choking of laughter as he brought Theo in for another grateful kiss. 

I am the champion. okay yeah so here are the notes. 

originally this was just an idea, but then i thought of Theo sliding underneath a door, with Riley looking at him in terror and realized i needed to expsnd further on this. 

The champion song by Carrie Underwood has reminded me of all of the Paladins, and that is why i used it here. 

lmao despite knowing that none of them will see it, i do hope that josh keaton, bex taylor, kimberly brooks, steven yeun, jeremy shada, all of them know just what these characters mean to me. and what they inspire me to do. 

so yeah. 

hope you liked it. ~ @ruinvevo

#voltron legendary defender #voltron shiro #OC insert #Voltron #Lance McClain (mention) #takashi shirogane #James Griffin #voltron adam #Personally #I really love Theo