#cause I gave him the wrong email at first

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Absolutely hate hate hate talking on the phone. It should be illegal.

Hate hate hate it 😭

#had an issue with a chewy order and got an email saying to call customer service in order for them to ship the order #for like security reasons?? #and I was totally expecting to get a robot person not an actual person #so when dude answered the phone and asked what I needed help with I panicked #and I was so nervous and I think he could tell kfjfkfk #cause I gave him the wrong email at first #and when he asked for my name I only gave him my first name at first until he asked for my last name 😭 #and the. he asked for my address and I only gave him like my house address not my area code or anything until he asked for it #and I kept apologizing and he was like ‘it’s okay’ in a very nice way which was nice but also awful #and then I hung up too early 😭 #like he asked if I needed help with anything else and I said no and thanked him #and then he like kept talking and thanked me for calling and he was gonna say something else but I thanked him again and hung up #cause I thought he was done 😭 #this is gonna keep me up at night for the next 3 months jfjfkfkk #personal #tag rant #I think he was gonna say have a good night or something #idk but I feel bad 😭 #my anxiety is so high rn lol it’s 2 am 😃 #at least I have something to talk about in therapy tomorrow now jfjfjfkfk pls 😭

[puckinghischier]

Suds n Sorrows

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: anon request for reader comforting nico after losing the last game of the season

notes: y’all i kinda love this one 🤭. me being a cancer, i’m patiently waiting for the day i can nurture and comfort nico. that’s all. hope you enjoy !!

(also, i used google translate for any german present in this fic, so if its wrong, oopsies)

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part 2 (18+)

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You already felt terrible you were having to miss the last game of the season, but as you watch the clock hit zero on the screen of the tv in front of you, signifying another Devil’s loss, you really wished you could be there. You think about how defeated your boys look, not being able to secure one last win for the fans this season. You watch as they skate to the middle of the ice, thanking their fans with rounded shoulders and sad smiles on their faces.

You curse your professors, hating that their review schedules for finals fell right in the middle of the end of the hockey season. You were supposed to be there tonight, supporting your friends and boyfriend; but a last-minute email from a professor informing you of a mandatory review session, starting only an hour before puck drop, threw your plans out the window.

You pick up your phone to send Nico a quick text, telling him you love him and are proud of him no matter what. You know he won’t see it right away, with post-game interviews and the added responsibility of fan-appreciation activities, he won’t be home for another hour or two at the earliest. You turn the tv off, not wanting to see the dejected looks from the team any longer.

You go to the kitchen and start to busy yourself by making one of Nico’s favorite treats, wanting to give him something to smile about when he gets home. You make plans in your head to either make something or order something to take to the rest of the team tomorrow during their locker cleanout. Once you’ve finished the task at hand and cleaned the kitchen, you make your way back into the living room, figuring Nico will be home any minute.

You were scrolling through Instagram, lost in the comments on the Devil’s most recent post about the fans, when you heard the front door to your apartment open. You sat up, turning your body to face the entry way, watching Nico walk towards you. He dropped his bag as he reached the couch, wordlessly flopping down beside you, throwing his body half on top of yours. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of your perfume, squeezing your body against his own.

“I’m so proud of you,” is the first thing you said to him, taking the beanie off of his head so you can run your fingers through his hair.

“Nothin’ to be proud of, Schatz. We lost. Didn’t you see?” You feel him mumble against your skin.

“Hey, now. No more pity party, alright? You still went out there and gave it everything you had. I’ll always be proud of you, win or lose,” you scold, hating when he doesn’t give himself credit for all the work he puts in for this team.

“Just wish we could’ve won one last one. For the fans. For the guys. For Jack.”

“How is he, by the way? You heard anything?” You ask about the middle Hughes, knowing how upset Nico was he wouldn’t be finishing the season with the rest of the team.

“Yeah, talked to him before the game. Sore, but good. Already trying to weasel his way back onto the ice, but Ellen has him under house arrest.”

You chuckle, causing Nico’s body to shake with yours, knowing how stubborn Jack can be.

“I swear, if he doesn’t just let himself rest and heal I’ll fly out to Michigan myself to babysit him,” you tell your boyfriend, earning a laugh in response.

The conversation falls silent soon after, the two of you just soaking in each other’s company. You had adjusted your bodies so Nico was fully laying on you now, one hand continuing to play with his hair, the other lightly tracing shapes up and down his back. You worry he’s fallen asleep until you feel him lift his head, resting his chin on your chest so he can look up at your face.

“Wanna talk about it?” You ask him, looking down at his soft, sad eyes.

“Not much to say. We lost. The game, the season, the cup. We just didn’t perform this year. Got a lot to work on going forward,” he shrugs, not meeting your eyes.

“Okay, when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, I didn’t mean give me locker room answers. I meant, do you want to talk about why you’re being so hard on yourself? Why you’re acting like you won’t ever play hockey again? I know how hard this is on you all, especially after the season you guys had last year, but not every year is a stellar year, Neeks. Sometimes you have to have a bad season before you know how to have a great one,” you pushed him off of you slightly, both of you sitting up so you can face each other.

“I know we can’t be great every year, Y/N, but I at least expected us to do as well as we did last year. Coming off of such an explosive season, even though we didn’t win the cup, I figured everyone would show up ready to go, ready to win some games. And then then everyone started getting injured, and the longer the season went on, something shifted. It’s like they gave up before we even got started. It’s like they didn’t even want it anymore!” Nico cries out, letting himself get worked up.

You simply nod, encouraging him to keep going, knowing he needs to get it out of his system.

“I just-“ he hesitates, calming himself from his outburst mere seconds ago. “I worry about who’ll be coming back next season. I like this team. I love these guys like they’re my brothers, and I wanted better for so many of them. Nothing is ever guaranteed in the league, and I just want to keep playing with this team. Tonight could’ve been the last time I ever stepped onto that ice with a few of them.” He continues, emotion so raw on his face you almost want to cry for him.

There it was. The real reason he’s so upset. You knew this was more than just a loss, even if it was a hard one. He hardly ever comes home and just allows the two of you to sit in silence, always going over what they could’ve done better, and what they need to work on in the future. He’s upset about losing his team. Nico always gets so attached to his players, wanting to give every person he plays with the best guidance and outcomes he can. You figure its why they made him captain.

“Oh Neeks,” you start, reaching out to grab his hands. “These guys love you, you know that, right? They want to do their best for you, always. You think they don’t beat themselves up for letting you down?” you pause, wanting your words to truly reach him. “But…you know this is always a possibility. Trades get made, contracts expire. It’s just part of the world you signed up for. I can guarantee you, nearly every one of these guys would come back next year if it was up to them. They love this team just like you do,” you reiterate, having been told this by his teammates more times than you can count. “You gave them everything you could this season. I can assure you, not a single player left that arena tonight thinking of what you could’ve done differently, instead focusing on what they could’ve done differently.”

Nico sat for a second, absorbing your words. He takes his hands from yours to place his head in them, trying to collect his thoughts.

“Wenn es nur so einfach wäre,” you hear the foreign words muffled by the sound of his hands.

“Neeks, you know I’m learning, but I have no clue what you just said,” you chuckle slightly, not knowing if he’s even aware of the language switch.

“I said, if only it was that easy. I know you’re right, I do. But I just can’t make my brain hear the words the way my ears do,” he sighs.

You look at the man in front of you with sad eyes. You wish you could carry some of this burden for him, but you can’t. At the end of the day, you don’t know what it’s like to be the captain of a hockey team. You don’t know the full extent of the pressure not only his coaches place on him, but the team management, as well.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” you coo sadly, reaching out to cup his face, his own sad, brown eyes looking into yours. “Why don’t we just relax for the rest of the night, yeah? I was thinking about a bath earlier, if you wanted to join me? I’ll add some of that bubble bath you like. The one that smells like oranges and raspberries?” You question, deciding you’d talked enough hockey tonight.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agrees, leaning into your touch, letting his eyes flutter shut.

You lean forward to give him a small peck on his forehead before standing and making your way to the bathroom.

You make sure the temperature of the water isn’t too hot, but still wanting it to be warm enough to soothe the ache not only in Nico’s muscles, but the ache in his chest, too. You decide to light a few candles, wanting to make the space as relaxing for him as possible. The bathroom door opens as you’re lighting the last candle, Nico having already discarded most of his clothing, standing before you only in his boxers.

He closes the door behind him, walking fully into the bathroom and leaning against the counter next to you. You set the candle away from anything that could potentially catch fire, and walk over to Nico. You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his bare chest.

The two of you stand like that for a few moments, trying to transfer every ounce of love you have for the man through the contact. Eventually he pulls back, placing his hands on your shoulder before cocking an eyebrow, eyes raking down your body at your still fully clothed figure.

“Shouldn’t you have much less clothing on if we’re meant to be taking a bath together, Schatz?” he asks, the teasing in his voice a nice change from earlier.

“Are you trying to get me naked, cap?” you try to act shocked, but you can’t help the amused smile that breaks out on your face.

“Always, Mrs. cap,” he cheekily responds, using his teammates’ nickname for you.

You step back with a giggle, undressing yourself as Nico removes what little clothing he had on. After you walk over to turn the bathroom light off, the two of you step into the steaming tub, settling into a comfortable position. Your back rests against Nico’s chest, head resting on his shoulder, his clasped hands resting on your stomach. He begins tracing shapes on your stomach like you were on his back a few minutes ago, letting the warm water heat your skin and wash the stress of the day away.

“You know, even though I’m sad the season’s over, it does mean I get to spend more time with you now,” Nico breaks the silence, head tilted to rest against yours.

You hum in response, smiling at the thought of no more early morning alarms or late-night interruptions when he gets home from a roadie. You daydream about lazy mornings and breakfast in bed, something the two of you don’t get to indulge in nearly enough. You open your eyes, the thought reminding you of the treat you made Nico before his arrival home, nearly forgetting about the baked good sitting in your kitchen.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I baked you a little something before you got home!” you sat up a bit, water splashing around you.

“You did? What ever for?” Nico asks, eyes widening a bit at your sudden burst of enthusiasm.

“Just because. Knew you had a hard day, wanted to make sure you had something sweet to brighten it up a bit,” you shrugged.

“Not necessary. Not with the promise of getting to come home to you already.”

Your cheeks flush red, never really getting used to the sweet words Nico always throws your way.

“Well, I guess you don’t want any Luzerner….Luzerner…Leb…” You start, but can’t remember how to pronounce the Swiss dessert. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, aggravated with yourself and your lack of fluency in Swiss-German.

“Luzerner Lebkuchen?” Nico finished for you.

“Yeah…that.” You roll your eyes at his perfect pronunciation.

“You really made it for me? From scratch?”

“Mhmm. Used your mom’s recipe. I hope it turned out. I didn’t want to cut into it to try it before you got home. Wanted to surprise you.”

Nico’s heart swelled at the confession, amazed that you’d go through all of that effort just for him. It wasn’t an easy dish to perfect, by no means. It took his mom years to get her gingerbread cake perfectly moist and flavorful. Regardless of how it tastes, he’ll savor it like it’s the last food on earth, simply because you made it for him.

“Well consider me surprised,” Nico murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.

You love moments like these. Lost in Nico, the two of you in your own little world. No hockey, no schoolwork, no responsibilities. Just two people hopelessly in love with each other, soaking in every ounce of affection the other has to offer.

Nico runs his hand down your back, causing your body to shiver at the contact. He pulls you closer, his other hand coming to tangle itself in your hair, tugging just enough to cause your mouth to open in a gasp, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight one another, his winning the struggle for dominance in the end, a groan working its way out of his throat. When he starts to move his hand lower down your back, grabbing the flesh of your ass in the process, you pull back, lips swollen and out of breath.

“Nope. Slow your roll, hot stuff. This was meant to be a relaxing bath, not a sex and suds party,” you push him back by the shoulders, earning a pout from the man across from you.

“But, a sex and suds party sounds pretty relaxing to me. No better way to unwind after a hard day than watching your face as I make you cu-“

“Nope! Not happening right now! Keep it up and it won’t be happening at all tonight,” You warn, turning back around to resume your earlier position, hands resting over his on your stomach to keep them from wandering.

Nico laughs, finding amusement in your commitment to the relaxing bath you promised him. He places a kiss to your temple, deciding to leave it alone for now, knowing he’ll revisit the subject later.

The two of you sit in the warm tub until the water runs cold, talking about anything that crosses your minds. From your upcoming finals to summer destinations you’d love to visit, the security of your bubble filled world allowing no room for hockey talk or stressful situations to infiltrate the delicate space.

After you start shivering, having put up with the cold water for as long as you could, Nico reaches forward to drain the tub, deciding that its time the two of you get out and dry off. You step out of the tub, reaching for the towels you had placed on the closed lid of the toilet seat, grabbing one for yourself before handing one to Nico. The two of you dry off your bodies, no sound other than the draining tub in the room. You look over to Nico, towel wrapped around his waist, and admire the man you love. You love him for so much more than his physique, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the cherry on top of the already perfect soul before you.

Before he catches you staring and gets anymore ideas, you look away and wrap your own towel around your body, trying to shield yourself from the cool air on your damp skin.

“Thank you, Schatz,” Nico breaks the silence, causing you to look up at him, noticing he had closed the distance between the two of you, reaching out to place a piece of hair behind your ear, hand falling to your cheek.

“For what?”

“For always being here when I need someone. For always knowing exactly what I need, even before I do. For being you,” he states, referencing the many times you’ve been his sanity after days like today, always managing to take his mind off of his troubles and filling his head with thoughts of you, instead.

“Always,” you turn your head, placing a kiss on his palm before placing your cheek back against his palm, flashing Nico one of your loving smiles.

“Now, what about digging into that cake I made you? It’s not going to eat itself, you know?” you perk up, wanting to find out if you efforts paid off or not.

“Oh, I have a different kind of dessert I’d rather dig into, if you don’t mind,” Nico smirks, watching your eyes widen as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing at your squeal as he heads towards the door of the bathroom, ready to savor his sweet treat.

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[aledethanlast]

I want to clarify something about my Lawyer!Andrew post:

Andrew is not doing this to impress people. In fact he actively doesn't want to impress people. He is done being a superman who holds everyone's lives in his hands. It's not good for his mental health when he's doing it and it's not good for anyone when that he fails, because the law is too big and some of these fuckers are just legitimately dumber and more guilty than his literal murderous mafia husband.

Anyways. Andrew wakes up in the morning, goes to his closet and shoves aside the 15k dollar Armani suits so he can put on the two piece he got at Macy's (then tailored to fit, cause he still has standards), and a matching tie.

He goes to the office. Brad asks him if he heard about the latest draft picks. Andrew stares him down until Brad goes to Andrew's desk and drops a quarter in the "Asking Andrew about Exy" jar. Andrew's coworkers seem to think that he's gonna buy the office a Foosball table with the jar money. They are wrong. It is for a new cat tower. Also, no Andrew hasn't seen it, but he got the rundown from Neil and Kevin, so he knows enough to tell Brad not to bother with a season pass for the Sealions this year.

He has two cases to deal with today. The first is a vehicular manslaughter charge. The client is pleading self defense, and that the victim was a stalker. Andrew likes her because, despite bursting into tears every time they have a trial prep session, she actually listens to instructions and knows when to shut the fuck up. He's confident.

The second is grand larceny. The guy is so super incredibly guilty but Brad gave him this case because he knows Andrew loves police misconduct cases and this one is just so full of protocol breaches that Andrew only had to show Neil the file for him to burst out laughing.

Janet says he has a call waiting. Janet is the highest paid paralegal in the county, because she also filters his celebrity mail. Technically Neil's pr firm still represents him, but Janet knows to turn down the DA's gala invitations without needing to argue with him.

He picks up the phone. It's the DA. The man invites him to the police gala because he knows Andrew ignored the emails. Andrew assumes the man was banking on Andrew giving a polite refusal he can wheedle or harangue into compliance. The man is new to the job, so Andrew will forgive this embarrassing miscalculation.

They spend the next hour discussing court dates for a certain case. Andrew's client for that one is disabled and only has partial aid, and he won't let them set court dates that they know she won't be able to attend. The DA, despite his embarrassing naivate, seems to be on the same page in this regard, so hopefully this will go well when they bring the matter to the judge.

In the span of this phone call, two of Brad's clients come into the office, and within five minutes of walking in are made to contribute to the jar. They don't get their questions answered, because he's on the phone, and they're not Brad.

He has court tomorrow. Court is annoying, because it's a room full of strangers who hear his name and forget why he's there, and he's not allowed to bring the jar. Court is a chore, because he has to walk people through their own idiocy, and then occasionally convince the room of just how stupid or brilliant it actually was.

Court is also, maybe, just a teensy bit fun, because whatever the stereotype of a lawyer is, Andrew really isn't it, and that makes people take him a lot less seriously until he starts quoting their words back to them faster than the stenographer.

(Janet also filters job offers. They tend to crop up every few months.)

(It used to be more fun, back in the early days when Neil would sit in sometimes, until he remembered just how horrifically boring the whole thing is. But that's fine. Andrew is happy having his own thing.)

But really, court is easy. It's a place where your word has weight, where promises are binding, and when everything is going to shit, nobody looks at Andrew like he's the freak for keeping his head.

#the foxhole court #all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend shortly after his mom died?

This was over 10 years ago, but it still weighs on me often. I feel like a terrible person for it.

Me (15-19F) and my boyfriend (15-19M) who we'll call Dave had been dating for a little over four years. He was my first and to this day only boyfriend, and he was great. The only thing was that he regularly ignored my boundaries and would touch me or make me do things I wasn't comfortable with. If I didn't immediately agree or pushed his hands away, he would keep trying or guilt trip me until I gave in. It was never anything too bad, mostly just intimate touching and kissing, but it was enough that it made me extremely nervous to be around him. He also thought my shyness and anxiety were cute and would often joke that he would embarrass me in public by making out with me in front of my parents or that he was going to propose to me. Again, nothing bad, but he did a lot of things that made me deeply anxious just to get a "cute" reaction out of me, and it caused me a lot of stress to the point that sometimes I would get a sick stomach before going on dates. I ignored it though, because I loved him and I knew he loved me.

Then there was Dave's sister and friends at school. One of the girls, we'll call her Mary, was in love with Dave. But since he was dating me, she hated me, despite that she never met me because I had left for another highschool. This also meant that her friends and Dave's sister hated me. They stole my number from his phone and constantly sent me texts calling me terrible things and trying to threaten me into breaking up with Dave. I tried to reason with them and apologize if I had done anything to make them so angry but that only made it worse. Eventually I told Dave and his reaction seemed to imply he already knew, but he said he would do something about it. It stopped for a little while but went on for about a year before I guess they got tired of harassing me. Dave never said anything beyond "I'll do something" and I always wondered why he never comforted me or never said anything else. We were around seventeen at the time, maybe we were just stupid teenagers who were bad at communicating. But the year of stress around his sister and friends didn't help my anxiety around dating him.

During these four years, dates or phonecalls with Dave, which I had to tiptoe around because my dad didn't like him and didn't want me to date at all, became so stressful that I now realize it triggered anxiety attacks. I realized during the last year that I wanted to break up with him, but it was around that time that his mom, who had been diagnosed with cancer for several years, worsened. I felt I couldn't break up with him then because he had too much on his plate and I needed to support him. So I did, and when he called me to tell me she had died, I talked with him on the phone for hours, and I went to her funeral.

I don't remember how much time passed after that before I decided I had to break up with him. That time is a blur. It was several months, at least, I think, and a decision I finally made because I couldn't take the stress anymore. We were mostly long distance at that point, just starting college, and I'm ashamed to say that I broke up with him over email saying that long distance was too hard and that we didn't have as much in common anymore. I apologized and told him I would still like to be friends. He was sad about it but seemed okay, except between normal chats, he would ask me over and over again why we couldn't get back together and what he did wrong. In hindsight, I should have told him. But I was stupid, scared, and not as good as communication as I am now, so I doubled down on my reasoning, which wasn't a lie, but it was only a half truth. This went on and off for about a year until a friend at school told me I should block his number. I did. I feel bad about that too.

I don't regret breaking up with him, but sometimes I think about this and I feel like a complete monster for it anyway. I should have told him "no" more firmly when he would cross boundaries, and been more up front with how he made me feel. Maybe he just didn't know?

If I'm the asshole here, please be nice, but be honest. This guilt eats me alive some nights and I wonder if I should call him to tell him the truth and that I'm so sorry. I haven't dated anyone since because I'm scared I'll hurt them, too.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[squelchbug]

wtf verified my email finally after 2 yeaurs turns out i been missing out on a lot of Interaction . any ways . CND posting at 5 am here’s my guy his name is Cacophony

no way in hell i can concisely summarize all his shit rn … unless

the basics : he’s a Yuanti Tiefling Monk, 7ft tall& 32yrs old rn. he was raised in Partirisvarati and as a child amidst a war he got tossed into a prison where he then had his hands cut off &eyes gouged out by brutes as punishment for getting caught attempting to steal a handful of seeds for his family’s farm . but don’t worry. he got better

hes blind , uses Tremorsense . knows Common & Bolidian (Partirisvarati native language. +because it’s funny, as this dialect is translated into Common, it gives him a cockney british accent). got acid blood & is venomous, but he’s too polite to use it for evil, until he isn’t . he is a goofy goober(walking murderweapon) but alas, is a creature of joy and whimsy at heart . he suffers w PunchDrunk syndrome& frequent tremors/seizures . wizardry antics grew his hands back and gave him an extra arm, thanks Dee . (hi Simon)

he spent ages 10-20in prison, 20-23on parole+ after escaping parole he met Krishika, Krissie for short, a Githyanki halfOwlin Warlock. bsf4lyfe. actualy, wrong, these two are insane . imagine if you would a psychological torment comparable to that of a paranoid mother hellbent on building a dynamic so codependent slash parasitic BOTH sides end up Killing & Dying for eachother(multiple times) each against yet fully within their own wills (i love contradictory!). Krissie… has issues and problems. her soul had been permanently shattered into three components, and due to some species complications , left her In-Between multiple states of being at once . Blah blah blah… autism to save for another day..All she wants is some god damn control in her life . enter sir scapegoat Cacophony, who’s only aspiration since gaining real freedom for the First Time In His Life , is to provide an unconditional support to any new friend he makes !! 😁😬.. Cacophony lets & encourages Krissie to use him as a vessel for possession, as at the beginning it’d benefited both of them, but overtime, Krissies state had worsened and too late she’d realized she had been taking advantage of Cacophony. Krissie is fueled fully on adrenaline and fear, and the moment she knew she done fucked up was a pivotal point for them both- a point of absolutely No return, Krissie decided Cacophony would be much safer in her grasp and at her command. She strikes a deal with a man named Soren Trouvaille to soulbind herself to Cacophony, turning them both functionally immortal , unless one kills the other half . glances around

….as a result of multiple decades worth of various forms of mental abuse Cacophonys biggest flaw remains to be how forgiving he is 🫶 or yk, better put, how willingly he will allow second chances to those he considers worth it. he’s done an awful lot of healing these last four years. i blame his lovely husband (Soren, Tabaxi/Orc Artificer/Cleric) and their weird daughter (Siobhan, Jackal Artificer)

more of them soon, i love them very much . love heart xoxo . their family is so perfect icant wait to talk abt them . yes i mentioned a Soren Trouvaille earlier and yes this is him ooo drama

what more to share on Cacophony… i don’t know how to go in depth with personality and morals even tho i desperately want to lmfao . Cacophony is such a hypocrite, and he genuinely doesn’t mean to be . he will formulate an opinion on you based off of the Whys and How’s of the situation rather than the What. absolutely describe him as understanding as he tends to dig to the root of the cause for Anything and fully hear you out,but as a professional hypocrite he Will abandon this method of he doesn’t like you 💀. he’s an extreme optimist, or as i like to call it, Delusional ! people like to accuse him for putting up a front, but i swear he’s just insane . he would be dead in the fucking gutters if he wasn’t , truly . aint he a sweetheart , though . ok i’d love to add more . but i am dying. gootbye

#ooo you wanna ask me about partirisvarati sooo bad #or the bolidian language #literaly any of this information i have approximately 7tons More information hiding behind it #this is five years worth of handcrafted from scratch lore #i am so autistic #dnd oc art #dnd fanart #dnd character art #cndposting #squelchocs #doodle dump #dnd infodump #oc lore #goodnight

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Dad... - Hotch x teen!reader (ftm)

Warnings: none Word count: 690

"Dad…" You approached him carefully. This was a difficult situation and you have no fucking clue how to even begin. But getting his attention seemed like the first logical step.

“Yeah pumpkin?” He asked, letting the file he was holding drop onto the table, closing it. You looked at your hands anxiously, picking at your nails and the skin around it. Your eyes flicked up for a moment, meeting your father’s concerned gaze, “What’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something…” 

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward, “You can tell me anything,” He reassured, “No matter what it is I will always accept you.”

You nodded, stepping forward and sitting on the chair next to him. “I-” You paused, swallowing heavily and taking a deep breath. “I want you to know that this isn’t a rash decision, or a phase, I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I came to this conclusion a few months ago but wanted to see how I felt.”

Aaron gave you a small smile, he wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t want to risk interrupting you and causing you to backtrack on what you were trying to tell him, but he equally didn’t want to say nothing and leave you feeling unheard. After all, you were nearly sixteen, he wanted you to know that you could freely express yourself. Seeing you pause, he nodded, “Go on,” He encouraged softly.

“I think- No, I am transgender,” You said quietly, you risked a small glance at your father, unsure as to how he was going to react. “A-as I said, this is something I’ve known for quite a while but wasn’t sure how to express,”

“What would you like to be called? Would you want to change your name? - Some people who are trans keep their name, either way, I support your decision.” Aaron asked, you looked up at your dad with a smile.

“I have a few in mind, I wrote them out. But I wanted your help to decide, if that’s okay?” He gave you a smile, pulling you into his side.

“Of course that’s okay,” He said, “What pronouns do you want to use?”

“He, him,” 

Aaron grinned, “I have two sons,” He said, “Now, let’s see that list of yours,” You nodded, pulling out your phone and going into the notes app, selecting the right one, you presented it to him. Aaron nodded encouragingly, “I think these are great names,” He said.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked.

“I think I like (Y/N) the most,” He answered after a moment and you nodded immediately. 

“Okay, I think that one’s my favourite too!” You said, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “(Y/N) Hotchner.”

“Sounds perfect,” Your dad grinned, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, we’ve got the name, the pronouns, is there anything else you’d like to change?” 

“I think a haircut would be good…” You said softly, you didn’t want to take the pee, or come across as forceful, but you really did want to cut your hair, “And maybe some new clothes?”

Aaron nodded, “Okay, well, tomorrow is Saturday, perhaps, if you wanted, we could do those things?” He gave a small smile when you immediately nodded.

“How should I tell Jack?” You asked softly. “Do you think he’d be okay with it? And when should I tell him?”

“I think he’s always wanted a little brother and we can tell him after dinner, if you’d like,” He said, you nodded again. “And, when you’re ready and if you want to, we can tell the school about this as well, get everything formally changed there too,”

“Yes, please!” You said before groaning, “I cannot deal with Mr Donalds calling me Miss Hotchner again,” Aaron gave a laugh as he shook his head. 

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” When you shook his head, he continued, “Alright, then go do your homework - I get an email every time you don’t do it,”

You gave a loud groan as you stood, grabbing your backpack and made your way up to your bedroom.

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[preciouslandmermaid]

| costumes | carmy x reader

Note: All kinktober content is mature/explicit. Fics will be posted on Tumblr first, then transition over to ao3. All fics will be reader/canon-character with no use of Y/N. I will do my best to include additional warnings, but most should be self explanatory in the prompts.

prompt: Masks/Costumed Sex | pairing: Carmy Berzatto/f!reader | warnings: explicit sexual content. (+unstated but reader is on birth control/creampie)

Bonus Note: Took a while for me to figure out what costume’s everyone was gonna wear. Now we are here. This fic is set in the future/post-canon. Established relationship between Reader/Carmy. I’m sorry Carmy couldn’t be more dressed up/wearing an actual mask. He just…he’s not that GUY, you know? Also, yes, this is a NGHYB Universe Fic. 

The Bear signed up to be one of the many businesses that handed out Halloween candy for kids. Your bakery didn’t join simply because you were already swamped with orders of cakes that looked like spiders and ghoulish cupcakes. Now, Carmy didn’t tell his people to dress up, but you can already see from a distance that Richie is in costume. He’s wearing a brown jumpsuit and what appears to be a vacuum strapped onto his back.

You grin, approaching him from across the street, “Ghostbusters, Richie? Really?”

“Uh.” Richie looks at you like you’ve just said the stupidest question in the world, “Yeah, duh.”

The candy table’s cheap and flimsy orange plastic tablecloth flutters in the crisp, autumnal wind. A cursory glance reveals that there’s a QR code to learn about their menu along with a sign-up sheet for emails. Your grin widens. This has to be Syd’s handiwork. The cooler of neon-green liquid, however, is clearly Carmy’s with a hand drawn sign that says ‘Ecto-Cooler’.

“Also, you can’t say shit about my costume.” Richie says, brimming with annoyance, “What are you? A fucking cat?”

“What gave it away?” You ask sarcastically, “The drawn-on whiskers or the ears?” You tug on the hem of your black turtleneck. A little low-effort compared to Richie’s—but you worked with what you had in short notice.

“Neither.” His grin is quick and sardonic, “You’ve got a cat-like attitude about you.”

“Your meaning?” You can already guess where Richie is going with this. He’s either going to call you a pussy, and throw Carmy’s name in there, or call you high maintenance.  

Fak exits the Bear with a fistful of glowsticks, “Don’t listen to him.” He’s wearing a stringy, two-dollar black wig that keeps getting into his eyes, a white t-shirt under a black vest, and a red sweater tied around his waist. Another 80’s movie character. You can’t help but wonder what Carmy’s wearing.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” Richie shouts, “You’re just being a little bitch ‘cuz I didn’t wanna dress up as Bill.”

“I am not!” Fak says while cracking glowsticks and taping them to the Bear’s doorframe. “It is a little weird to be dressed as Ted without Bill though, you know.”

Richie laughs, “Oh my God!” He gestures at Fak with a flat hand, “Here we go again! See?!”

You use this opportunity of their bickering to slip around the back and head into the Bear through the backdoor.

You find Carmy in his office, bathed in the warm orange-light, and you stop a little short in your tracks. He’s got…product in his hair…and slicked it back away from his face, shiny and clean. His jeans are cuffed at the bottom and a rumpled, red windbreaker with the collar popped hugs his frame. His head is bent over—what you assume is an invoice—while his outstretch hand scribbles notes onto a large yellow legal-pad of paper.

You search your brain for classic 80’s movies based on Richie and Fak’s costumes. You think your presumption is wrong, but you try for it anyway.

“Hmm.” You clear your throat and Carmy looks up, “Marty McFly?”

His eyebrows leap in surprise, “James Dean.”  At your blank expression, he adds, "In rebel without a cause."

“Carmy!” You laugh, “There’s no way any of the kids are gonna know that.” You drop yourself onto his lap, winding your arms around his neck, and press a quick and affectionate kiss to his temple. You catch the corner of his soft, quiet smile with your mouth.

In the months of dating, Carmy has softened. He’s a little more eager to let you in, to share his troubles, or apologize in the moments when he’s being non-communicative. Now, you’re not exactly Girlfriend-of-the-Year, either. But you’re figuring it out together, navigating the landmines of past trauma and stumbling your way into building something with strong, foundational roots.

His warm palm slides up the slit of your long, black, and flowing skirt and caresses your thigh. You realize offhandedly that you had instinctively shut the door when you came in. Your lips meet his and gladly open for the stroke and playful tease of his tongue. You resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair—not wanting to ruin the obvious effort he put in—and you settle for clutching the stiff, red collar of his windbreaker.

His office chair squeaks beneath your combined weight, Carmy leans back, nudging your legs apart so you’re sitting with his thigh wedged between them, and your toes touching the floor. His lips move to your jaw, suckling sweetly, and your spine arches with a familiar, heady sensation traveling to your core.

“Carmy, we’re gonna have kids outside in like thirty minutes.” You remind him.

Your hand comes to his throat, just under his jaw, and feels his strong pulse beneath the pads of your fingers.

He huffs, chuckling against your wet skin, “Don’t be too loud then.” He teases.

His hands come to settle on your ass. He pulls you closer, then pushes back, wordlessly guiding you to grind on his leg. You sigh happily and let your eyes roll back. Carmy’s lips on your neck, hands on your waist, and your cunt rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans—separated only by the thin fabric of your underwear and the even-thinner fabric of your skirt. Once your grinding against him, he shoves both his hands up your shirt, and bunches the fabric above your breasts. A trail of goosebumps rise in the wake of his palms, touching the cool air of his office, and contrasted warmth of his hands.

He tugs the cup of your bra down and laves his tongue across your nipple. You catch a whine in your throat. You might’ve closed the door, but you don’t think it’s locked.

He breathes against you, “Yeah?” His tongue flicks over your erect, pebbled nipple and gently tugs it between his teeth. The action sends a firework of sparks along your skin and your knuckles flare in the tense grip around his shoulders.

“Mhm.” With your verbal encouragement, he repeats the ministration on your other nipple, leaving the other to prickle with the cool air mixed with Carmy’s saliva. You push your hand between your bodies, sliding down Carmy’s pristine white shirt, and palm the front of his jeans. His hard, straining cock twitches against your hand. He makes a desperate, filthy noise in the back of his throat.

You love him so goddamn much it makes your entire body shudder. You capture his mouth, panting against his tongue and teeth, close to coming just through grinding like a teenager at a drive-in movie. You continue to cup and caress his cock through the tight, rough fabric of his jeans, and Carmy willingly spreads his legs wider—even though space is limited on his squeaky, metal office chair. It’s enough to make you dizzy.

“Carmy,” You gasp with pure want. “I need you inside me right fucking now.”

He doesn’t even balk at your demanding, needy tone. Secretly, you think he might like it with how he’s able to unravel your control and composure. You disentangle from the seat and collect the long skirt, bunching the flowing fabric around your hips, and Carmy’s makes a short, strangled noise as you bend over his desk.

You glance over your shoulder and see that he’s removing the red windbreaker. He notices your raised eyebrow.

“It’s vintage.” He explains quickly while hanging it on the door.

You snort and roll your eyes, “Of course it is.”

Carmy’s hands rest on your waist and he squeezes your ass tenderly, “Ready for me?”

“God, yes, please.” You rasp, “Hurry.”

There’s a rustle of fabric, your underwear is pushed to the side, and Carmy’s breath hitches—somewhere between a gasp and a groan—his finger grazes across your slick folds. You nearly snap at him again, beg him to hurry up, to fill you but then the tip of Carmy’s cock is right where you need him. He pushes into you slowly. You choke on your moan. Your hands clutching nothing but boring paperwork on his desk. The papers crumple beneath your palms when Carmy draws out, the ridges of the head of his cock rubbing deliciously along your walls, before he slams back into your cunt.

“Fuck!” You suddenly shout.

Carmy laughs, “Shh!”

He fucks you with singular, focused purpose. His hands hold your hips, your legs spread wide, as his cock pounds into you. You can feel the soft, faint touch of his balls when he buries himself deep and then pulls out. His breathing is hoarse and erratic. Each stroke is driving you close to madness and provoking hushed, pleased mewls from your bitten lips. You rock and thrust against him, your ass hitting his pelvis, making his cock hit something deep and primal inside your cunt. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the tiny, quiet office combined with his restrained, depraved grunts.

His hand slides between your legs and finds your slick and swollen clit, “Mm- fuck.” He says lowly. He plays with you, his index and middle fingers moving in a rapid concentric motion, sending your heartrate into overdrive. You collapse, unable to hold yourself upright, and pillow your head onto your arms.

For a lucid moment—you consider how you look and how someone would see you if they happened to walk in. Your shirt is still bunched up over your collarbones, your tits spilled out from your bra and rubbing against the bills and invoices, your skirt rucked up around your waist while your boyfriend ploughs into you over his desk. It’s like a scene from a porn flick.

You glance over your shoulder and discover Carmy lost in the throes of passion. His face cherry-red and sweaty, the lower muscles of his abdomen flexing (when did he toss his shirt? Is it vintage too?), his lower lip trapped beneath his teeth as he holds back his moans. That’s what sends you over the edge. Carmy, all hot and bothered, burying himself into you as if he’ll die if he doesn’t.

Your entire face scrunches as your orgasm hits and tears spring to your eyes. Your legs tremble and you’re grateful for the stability of the desk under you. Your walls clench around Carmy’s cock, tight and pulsing, and his thrusts stutter. He sheathes himself deep into you and comes with one of his hands clamped over his mouth. You press your lips together, swallowing your own cry of release and pleasure, especially after feeling him come inside you and feeling how his cock swells and twitches inside you.

“Fuck.” Carmy sighs languidly.

You fix your top with a smile, “Yeah, you said it.” You shove a few tissues in your underwear to stop his cum from leaking out before you can reach the bathroom and adjust your skirt. “Meet you outside in a few?”

Carmy blinks, as if in a daze, and your heart flips at his Just-Fucked expression. You lean over, kissing his cheek, because you can’t resist not showering him in physical affection. That helps him snap out of it and his smile is brighter than Rockefeller Center at Christmas.

“Y-y-eah,” He swallows, “Take your time.”

Before you can leave, however, he grabs your elbow and kisses you. It’s a slow and gentle kiss—sweet as rain during a drought—and he mutters a quiet, “Love you, “ on your lips.

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Richie looks at you and his grin widens dangerously. “You’re missing a few whiskers, kitten.”

You check your reflection the Bear’s window and grimace at the smudged whiskers and your clumped mascara. “Shut the fuck up, Richie.”

For good measure, you throw a Snickers at him, and it hits him square in the chest.

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[giasparadise]

Baji x reader “Oh I can give you a ride home”

Summary: Baji got chosen for a exchange program, And but has to have an ambassador cause he can’t speak English. So he ends up with the only girl in the school who can speak Japanese in the school. He spends the whole day crushing on this poor girl, Until he finally asks her out and gives she gives him a ride home (summary of both part one and part two, can’t fit both in the same chapter)

part 2.

Fluff December day 1

Fluff December Masterlist

warnings : cursing,potentially offensive jokes, slight spoilers,

“Come on Ma, I don’t see why I have to do this.” Baji complained, shoving random crap in his suitcase.

“Because Keisuke, this is an incredible opportunity! You get to spend an entire 2 weeks in one of the best schools, not to mention in an entirely different country with all expenses paid! I sure as hell never got to go to another country when I was your age!”

The black haired boy sighed. He knew his mother was right but he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t everyday you get randomly chosen to go on a trip to America, much less a free one. His mom thought it would be a great experience for him, but that didn’t change the fact that he would rather be at home. He would rather take a rattlesnake up the ass than admit it, but he is absolutely terrified of anything happening to his family while he’s gone.

‘What if something happens to the gang while I’m gone?’

‘what if peke j got hurt?’

‘what if someone tries to hurt mom and im not thier to protect her?’

These questions haunted his mind like a plague. But yet again it wasn’t like he had any say in it. He got his stubbornness from his mother and what she says goes, unless you want your ass looking redder than a cranberry on thanksgiving day.

So in the end he continued to cram his socks into his suitcase, grumbling something along the lines of “whatever,” and “yes ma’am.” He may be a complete menace, but he knows better than to disrespect his mama.

Timeskip to just before he got on the plain

“I’ll miss you my sweet kei-kei!” His mother sobbed like crazy, clinging to him for dear life, as if she forgot it was her idea.

“I’ll miss you too Ma, but come on your getting snot all over my shirt.”

Mrs. Baji gave her son a sharp glare and said, “keisuke I bought this shirt I can ruin it if I need to.”

The black haired boy sighed, grumbled a ‘yes ma’am,’ And turned to his friends who where waiting for him. He looked at his blondie best bro and yelled?” YO CHIFUYU! TAKE CARE OF THE FIRST DIVISION WHILE IM GONE K!”

The green eyed boy smiled back at him and responded with a,” YOU GOT IT CAPTAIN!”

Mikey smirked from beside Chifuyu and Draken and screamed,” you have nothing to worry about,” KEI-KEI~”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY!”

“FROSTY DAY IN HELL KEI-KEI!”

After chasing Mikey for a solid 5 minutes and saying his final goodbyes, Keisuke Baji was finally on his way to America.

Timeskip to when he got off the plane

Well he was exhausted. Somehow for an entire 15 hour flight a baby had the lung capacity to scream for the entire fucking flight. And the parents didn’t do shit even when the flight attendants pleaded and begged them to make the baby stop. They just plopped on their soundproof headphones and act like it wasn’t their problem. Baji sweared that if he wasn’t scared of getting kicked off the flight he would of beaten the brakes of of the dad. He wished he could have.

But anyway, he walked off the plane looking for his bags thinking about what’s to come. The email sent out had said something along the lines of,” Grab your bags and wait for your ambassador, their house is where you will be staying. They will meet you in the food quart.”

that was easier said than done seeing as all of the signs where in English and Spanish, not in Japanese. So here he goes, trying to google translate his questions, spelling them wrong, so it just sounds like nonsense. Eventually he figured out what his mistake was and was able to find his way to the food quart.

And what did he see when he got thier? Only the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, holding a sign that says welcome Baji. She had beautiful S/c skin, h/l h/c hair and some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He never had been the shy type (the exact opposite in fact) but this girl scared him to the core. After a hot minute he walked up to the girl and said,” umm are you the ambassador I was supposed to meet?”

She smiled and said(in Japanese to his relief) “Yes I am! You must be Baji! Sorry I didn’t have a sign I was going to get one but I didn’t have time. Anyways I got you something!” She handed him a Chick-fil-A peach milkshake. He froze on the spot. Green flags where going off in his head like fireworks. Drop dead gorgeous? Check. Kind? Check. Buys him food? Check. He didn’t move for like a solid minute, and stood just staring at her. “what’s a matter? Are you allergic to something or do you just not like milkshakes?” She said snapping him out of his trans.

The poor boy panicked and said,” oh no I’m good! I love your milkshakes- i mean female milkshakes- i mean- oh kill me now.” He was starting to wish Kazutora had killed him. Because here he is, A stuttering idiot who just told a insanely hot girl that he liked her tits instead of just saying he likes Chick-fil-A. How humiliating. ‘Come on keisuke pull yourself the fuck together! Your a Toman captain for fucks sake you shouldn’t be going crazy because of some girl! ’ He mentally cursed himself out for acting like such an idiot.

“bro are you ok? Is you zoneing out going to be a normal thing or something?” The h/c girl asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

He turned his head to the girl, smiled and said,” no, I don’t know what’s going on with me right now to be honest. My brain is just tripping balls I guess.”

“oh ok, I feel you. Now come on we need to get going, I already called an Uber for us.” She said with a smile.

They walked out of the airport, into the the garage as they waited for the Uber to arrive. There was a slightly awkward silence so he decided to break it by saying,” hey do you know where I can rent a motorcycle around here? I figured since I’m here I might as well have a way to get around without being a bother..”

She turned to him with a slight frown and said,” your not a bother Baji. And to answer your question, yeah there is a bike shop next door my uncle owns. We can rent them their.”

“ok thanks. And I never caught your name by the way,” he said turning his head to his phone,(partially to text his mom that he was ok because he was getting spammed with worried messages, but also to hide his wildly blushing face.)

“oh it’s L/N but since we’re in America you can just call me Y/N!”

“Keisuke.” He muttered.

“what?”

“you can call me keisuke…”

“ok keisuke, let’s go!”

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[queentheweeb]

Hound Dog X Female Reader

You were excited as you walked down the hallways of U.A. You were excited for a couple of reasons honestly. One of them was that you got a job as a guidance counselor in the school that you graduated from. You were a pro hero but, you didn't have enough work since you were more a local one so to give yourself some more stuff to do on a whim you emailed Principal Nedzu to see if he could use any help in anything. Of course, being the person that he was he invited you for some mandatory tea time where the two of you spoke for a little over 2 hours catching up on everything and by the end of it, you were hired as the guidance counselor. Now that was reason one, the second reason being that Hound Dog was the guidance counselor and you had a crush on him ever since middle school. The two of you went to school together all the way up to U.A days and after graduation the two of you tried to stay in contact but, it was hard especially when he started working here. To say you missed him was an understatement and when you found out that you were going to be working with him you were beyond ecstatic and didn't know how to act. You took a few breaths as you were brought back to reality stopping in front of the door that sounds H.Dog on it. You knocked politely waiting for his gruff reply before opening the door. He had his back to the door going through some files. 

"You must be the new Guidance Counselor. I'm pro-hero Hound Dog." He still didn't turn around and you were beginning to think that his nose wasn't working or he was really focused on whatever he was looking for 

"Don't tell me your nose has stopped working Ryo." At the sound of his first name, he looked up and around sharply at you and you were happy to see his eyes light up 

"Holy -yip- shit Y/N you're here!?" He let out a few happy yips as he swooped you up in a hug, and you gingerly hugged him back. You heard a light thumping and to your amusement, his tail was thumping lightly against the floor.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" He put you down and from there the two of you began talking as he gave you the breakdown of the office and he wasted no time in handing you the files to look over.

"We will talk during our lunch break." You nodded your head always loving that part about him. You loved how he can mix work and pleasure and balance the two of them out. He never let one outweigh the other and it was so refreshing. You spent the next couple of hours going through the files as he was called to straighten out a second-year student. This gave you time to look around the office and it was pretty plain save for a few trinkets here and there. You decided to snoop his stuff out of curiosity even though if you were caught you could be in big trouble and you're not exactly trying to get growled and howled at by him. You chuckled remembering how he would lose the ability to formulate human speech when he was truly angry. You snagged a drawer and out fell a picture. You picked it up and to your shock, it was a picture of you and him during the graduation party. He was dressed in a button-down that squeezed his muscles in all the right ways with a pair of slacks. He had a drink in his hand and his other arm was wrapped around you as he lifted you in the air. You were drinking soda as you snapped the picture and that was the happiest you ever remember him being. You heard footsteps so you hastily put everything back and pretended to be putting the files back when he came in. He stood there sniffing the air a bit before going towards you placing a hand on your shoulder

"I know I probably doing it wrong but-" He shushed you before you can go on a ramble

"You're doing it right, I'm stopping you cause it's lunchtime." You glanced up at the clock and to your shock, it was already lunchtime. Damn time flies "I usually have lunch in here." you nodded pulling out your bento and taking a seat next to where he was standing at

"Then I'll eat in here with you. We have a lot of catching up to do." He coughed into his fist and tried to hide his tail wagging but you caught it out of the corner of your eye making you giggle. "Still playing the tough guy act I see even though you're a giant teddy bear on the inside." He snorted ruffling up your hair before taking a seat and taking his lunch out to eat "So should I start or you?" It didn't take long for the two of you to fall into an easy conversation. You guys talked like you haven't just reconnected and it brought up buried feelings full force.

"You just had to come and bring out these feelings again didn't you?" You startled out of your thoughts to see he stopped eating and was now looking at you. 

"What are you talking about?" You had a good idea as to what he was talking about but, you refused to jump to conclusions so you needed him to say it and confirm it for you to believe it.

"I suppressed my feelings for you ever since we graduates. I tried dating but none of them weren't you so I just gave up and for some reason, fate liked me enough for you to come here. Now it's hard to stay in the same room as you without resisting the urge to kiss you." You didn't notice but the two of you were closer now, you felt his breath on your lips 

"Then don't." That was all he needed for you to say for him to close the gap and wrap his arms around you. The kiss was short and brief since there was a chance of someone barging in on you guys but he kept you in his arms "We should take this slow...if you want." He smirked removing one of his hands from your waist to gently rub your face

"Of course...wouldn't want to scare you off." It was your turn to smirk as you leaned into his touch 

"Impossible."

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Thoughts?

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[puffpasstea]

As requested here by this lovely Anon. I hope your day got better and that you're feeling okay! Here's the blurb.

Warnings: Dom!harry, punishment, supportive boyfriend things.

This is not proofread because my brain is fried.

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You walk through the door, tossing your bag to the side and heading straight for the bedroom where you know your boyfriend will be. Harry had come home from work early today, so he’d already tied up a bit, responded to some last minute emails, and was relaxing in bed when you walked in. 

You stood in the doorway, admiring the way Harry looked with his hair pinned up, wearing nothing but his joggers, a book in front of him. You almost felt like you were about to interrupt his peace.

“Hey babe.’ A smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw you walk in. He got off the bed and stood up to greet you with a hug.

Maybe it was your tense shoulders, or perhaps the deep sigh that escaped your lips, but Harry could tell something was on your mind. “What’s wrong, honey?”

You knew where the night would be headed the minute that you confessed the results of your test to him, but there was no way you were going to keep this from him.

“Umm, well, so we got our maths results back today…” He spoke meekly with your eyes on the ground.

“And? how did you do?” His eyebrows raised.

“I-well- you see…”

“Out with it, Y/N. It’s a simple question, babe.”

“I didn’t…I didn’t pass, okay?” Hearing your words out loud caused you to re-live the disappointment. You hid your face in your hands, not wanting Harry to see it.

“didn’t pass as in you failed?” His raised eyebrows were now twisted into a frown.

You nodded silently.

“You failed maths?”

“Yes, Harry! No matter how many times you make me repeat it, it’s still gonna be true!”

“I’m sorry, babe.” He placed a  comforting hand on your back. “Look, as long as you studied hard and did your best , then you shouldn’t feel bad-“ Harry noticed the shift in your expression. Tilting your face up to look you in the eyes, he asked what’s wrong again. 

“That’s the thing…I- kind of didn’t.”

“didn’t what?”

“study as hard as I should have.” You felt your heart race and your palms start to get clammy as you watched his lips tighten and his previously sympathetic look dissolve into something else, something harsher. “I just- I was distracted a lot of the time, and I started late, and there were just too many new concepts to wrap my mind around in such a short period of time.” You rambled on attempted to explain your way out of the consequences that you knew were coming.

And, you were right; Harry immediately launched into the expected lecture about how you’d both agreed that school would be your priority; how important it was for you to be more purposeful with your time; how he’d tried his best to be supportive and the second that he got too busy to check in with you, you’d started slacking; and then, he gave you the dreaded command. “You know I’m gonna have to punish you for this, so be ready.”

“What-like now?”

“Yes, now.”

Harry left the room for a few moments, and when he returned, he’d brought the paddle, the whip, and the crop.

 Setting his implements of punishment aside, His hands traveled up your body and motioned for you to bend over the edge of the bed. You understood the routine by now, so he was able to get you into position with minimal resistance, nothing but a small whimper of mercy that you hoped would get him to go easy on you, but judging by the way that he’d pretended not to hear it, you knew you were in for a rough night.

Though Harry took his role as a dominant seriously, and you often felt even enjoyed the punishments, he was always concerned about your safety and well-being first. So, having reminded you of your safe word before starting, he decided he’d start the spanking with your underwear still on, rubbing your bum ever so gently in between hits, to give you a moment to adjust and make sure you were doing alright. 

However, as things went on, the Sadist in him began to take great joy in the sounds of discomfort coming from your throat, and the sight of your fists curling around the duvet cover as he delivered your punishment. Quickly, he even found ways to humiliate you further by asking you to count the number of hits that he delivered with one tool before moving on to the next, and hissing at you to “add” or “subtract” them from the next round of spanks, chuckling to himself that your little bratty brain probably couldn’t even do that much. You wanted to snark back. To explain to him that you’d failed a test, but you’re not brainless, and that the maths course that you were dealing with was obviously a lot more complicated than simple arithmetic, but you knew that speaking out of turn would get you into deeper trouble. So you bit your tongue and focused on breathing through the pain.

By the time that Harry was satisfied that your bum was bruised enough for you not to be able to sit straight for the next couple of days, you were a sobbing mess on the bed. He sat in bed next to you, running his hands up and down your body and kissing you every time your sensitive skin made you flinch at his touch. “It’s okay, babe. It’s all over now. You’re gonna be okay. Tomorrow, we start fresh, okay? this was a temporary setback. You’re gonna do a lot better on the next one, I promise. I’ll even help.”

You were never going to fail to be amazed at how quickly Harry could turn between  a  sadistic dominant and a sweet and supportive boyfriend. It also meant the world to you to have him cheering you on, believing in you, even when he knew nothing about what you were studying in your courses. His trust in your abilities at a difficult moment was welcome.

***

The next morning, Harry decided to let you sleep in and recover from your long night, thinking that a little extra rest might do you some good before you hit the ground running again. So, by the time that you’d gotten up and ready for your day, Harry had already left for the studio. But, when you walked into the kitchen that morning, you found that he’d already made your coffee and left it on “keep warm,” and even left you a little basket by the coffee mug. You peeked inside to find half the stationary section of the store stuffed inside, with pens, papers, graph notebooks, colored highlighters, flashcards, and even watercolors. What you’d need that kind of paint for, you had no idea, but you found his gesture unbelievably sweet. By the school items he’d also included some mini packets of fruit and nut mixes, protein bars, gummy worms, and bite sized chocolates for reinforcements. But, you had to admit that the real star of the show was the adorable “good luck” card he’d added. “Know you’re too smart to need luck, but keep me posted on your progress. I wanna know everything. I love you always- H xx.”

#dom!h #dom!harry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #dom!harry styles

[ohraicodoll]

Figment | Chapter 2

(gif credit: sic-vita) Chapters:  2/7 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules.

Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream.

But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain. Chapter Summary:  Nightmares and Dream Kings. Read Here on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Chapter 2

I was being paranoid.

The first week after seeing the mystery man I downed whatever caffeine drink I could find. Just an ungodly amount of caffeine and sugar that kept me up late and then had me crashing hard. Forcing a crash meant I didn’t dream as much and if I didn’t dream, maybe my little transgression would be forgotten about or unnoticed.

When my body started to get used to the caffeine and I found myself nodding off while typing, I started googling things like intermittent sleeping and if sleeping medication staved off dreaming. The answer was no. So I took to napping a couple hours at a time for the next few weeks, but never a full night's rest.

I was thinking about the mystery guy too much and because of that, I kept seeing him in the brief dreams I did have while napping. He peered into the glass window of the café I sat at while a cat served me coffee and a human girl napped on the floor. When I walked across the branches of 100-foot-tall trees, I could feel those black endless eyes following me from far below on the forest floor. As I walked on the ocean floor with a large jellyfish chatting my ear off, I could have sworn it was his reflection I saw on the surface of the water, large and looming.

Thinking too much about something could bring it into the dreaming and since I was so anxious, he was going to appear of course. Right?

The intermittent napping wasn’t working unless the goal was to give me bags under my eyes the size of a bean bag chair. Another downside was that I was an adult that needed to work an adult job that required focus, which was not something I had.

After sending the same email to the wrong person three times in a row, I gave up and decided to take a sick day halfway through lunch. A girl had to eat and getting fired for fucking up an important document and emailing the wrong vendors wasn’t going to help the situation. I was going to have to sleep. This wasn’t sustainable and it’s not like that was actually the Lord of Dreams!

Of course not.

I splashed water on my face in the bathroom to try and shake off the increasing numbness I’d been feeling. It was disconcerting how much I’d been feeling this way in the past two years. Almost like the real world was the dream and vice versa. I felt like a shadow and after the few weeks of restless days and nights I’d been having, I wasn't even a solid shadow. I was thin and flimsy and my skin was looking a bit more faded.

My coworkers were chalking it up to the breakup but honestly, I hadn’t even thought of Thomas that much. Which probably said something in itself about how attached I had been in the relationship. He’d tried to stop by the office since I’d blocked him but luckily, we had a receptionist who gave me the heads up and he was told I was out of town for a conference. Jennine was a real one.

Hoisting my bag on my shoulder, I began the walk back to my apartment fifteen minutes away. The plan would be to go home, get some sleep, and if I dreamed I would stay strictly in my own. I hadn’t gone into anyone else’s since Thomas because no way was I risking that, but maybe if I was being watched I could act like I was completely normal and he’d move on.

Completely normal and not able to go walking around people’s dreams or remember them during the day or able to break your ex-boyfriend’s dreams out of drunken anger. Normal. I could do that. I had years and years of practice before two years ago, I could totally do that.

Pausing at the crosswalk for the lights to switch, I ran a hand over my tired face. Everything was a blur around me, barely registering, and the combination of heat and humidity from a passing Summer rain pressed onto me.

I was exhausted but anxious, the two pulling my brain in every direction. There was no telling how long I could keep this up. If that was the dreamlord and he was onto me, he was far more powerful than I was. He was already outlasting me. But what exactly did I do wrong? I didn’t ask for any of this.

A loud bird caw right above my head made me jump, startled, a few seconds before I realized my foot had slipped off the curb and into the street right as a semi-truck passed by. The world came back into loud, sharp focus and the truck blared a honk as it drove passed and my heart raced.

Blinking, I looked up to find a very large raven perched on the streetlight above me. It’s head quirked and then it fluffed up its feathers.

My heart was hammering and hands shaking from the close call, but I couldn’t help myself from staring at the bird. For a second, I wondered if I was dreaming and the raven had been trying to warn me.

“Thanks for that,” I muttered under my breath then shook myself, starting to walk forward as the walk sign turned on.

I needed sleep. I had thanked a bird. And I definitely had most likely hallucinated it bowing its head with a look of understanding before it took off into the sky.

_________

The forest was cold and foggy, the treetops so large and encompassing that I couldn’t even see the sky if I tried to in the utter darkness. My breath was coming out in ragged breaths, small puffs of white blowing in the cold.

I was in a nightmare. I hadn’t had one in so long, but the sleeplessness and exhaustion had probably brought it on.

My heart was thumping loudly in my ears and the sounds were so loud around me. Tiny snaps of branches. The chittering of bugs and night creatures. I swallowed and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t wake myself up if I wasn’t calm.

Something was watching me. I could feel its eyes on my back like heat searing my skin. I knew I shouldn’t turn, shouldn’t look behind me, but I couldn’t help it. Holding my breath, I slowly turned my eyes to look over my shoulder into the darkness of the forest. For a second everything was quiet and still except for the soft rasps of my frantic breathing.

Then eyes appeared and then more eyes, hundreds of eyes and dozens of mouths smiling dangerously in stark relief against the black void. I could see the slight inky movement of tentacles reaching and grasping the trees around it.

And then it started to run or whatever version of running a giant mass of eyes and teeth and tentacles could do, grabbing whatever it could to pull itself forward. It was so fast, so very fast and cackling and it rushed towards me.

I took off running.

The monstrous thing laughed, trees breaking under its grip as it bulldozed forward. I flew, hopping over broken logs and dead leaves. My feet were bare, each slap against the forest floor like sharp spikes through my heels, and all I had on was what I had passed out in, jeans and an oversized shirt. The cold stung and the small branches easily tore through the thin fabric and sliced up my skin.

It was gaining on me. I knew it. I wasn’t a runner, never had been, and even in this dream world I could feel the sharp ache in my sides that reminded me of that fact. I tried to choke out a cry for help but the cold ate the words away. There were eyes in the forest, eyes all around me, pressing in against me in the darkness. No moon, no stars, only a void and the cold.

There was a door ahead in the distance. I almost sobbed in relief and tried to force myself a little farther. If I reached it, I’d be safe. It couldn’t follow me through into someone else’s dream. There were rules to the creatures that inhabited the dream world and unlike me, they had to follow them.

Tears stung and I could feel the sharp bite of a dozen little cuts all over my body.

Just a little bit more. The monster laughed louder, closer, teeth gnashing.

My body slammed into the wood of the door, the impact reverberating through me and my own teeth slamming together as I desperately reached for the door handle. It turned easily but when I opened it, my stomach dropped.

It didn’t lead anywhere. The frame stood on its own and the other side was only more forest except now there were rows and rows of doors on either side like a hallway without walls. I shook, sobbing, and ran through grabbing the next door’s handle on the left.

Empty. I grabbed the one across. Another empty frame. Another and another. Each one led nowhere but gaped wide back into the dark forest like a never-ending taunt. There was no escaping.

The monster was so close and I could see the thrashing of its tentacles whipping around in the darkness. It was so big, impossibly huge as it came closer. I screamed in frustration and fear as one by one the doors led nowhere. Closer and closer, the mouths talked in a chorus of echoing voices, calling my name and mocking me.

Could I die in a nightmare? I had heard about some that were so scared in dreams that they gave themselves a stroke. I had heard of sleep paralysis and then there was dying in your sleep from unknown causes. And I was more aware in dreams, could feel the echoes of them in the real world. Could it kill me?

I shook another door knob in rage and screamed at it, watching it swing back into the open air.

Tentacles wrapped around the frame of the main door that had led me here, no longer running but curling slowly and dragging its body through. So many eyes, wet and roaming all over its body and taking me in. The mouths were fanged and sharp and grinned at me.

“...so ssssscaaared….soooo aloooone…” its mouths whispered, the voice sliding along my skin like thick, sticky tar.

I backed up, staring at this monstrous creature with disgust and terror. I couldn’t even feel the pain of sticks stabbing the underside of my feet, the small droplets of blood welling up and staining the forest floor.

It was only a few yards away now, grasping empty door frames to pull itself forward, body squeezing and filling the narrow corridor between doors.

I kept stepping backwards, away, but not sure where to run or if I turned around and tried more doors it would grab me and rip me to shreds with all its teeth. Wake up. Wake up! The words pounded through my head. My back hit wood and I could feel another door at my back. End of the line. I desperately reached for the doorknob blindly and let out another sob when it didn’t even open. Locked.

Of course.

“...nooo…where…to..runnnnnnn” the monster hissed mockingly, chuckling as it towered over me.

It lunged. I screamed.

The door opened behind me and arms yanked me back harshly, my body falling backward.

I was still screaming when the door slammed shut and dissolved, leaving me in nothing but an empty black void.

There was no light, no sense of ground or sky or walls, but I could see perfectly. I was shaking so badly. The arms wrapped around my waist let go unceremoniously and I fell to my knees, heaving in deep breaths and shuddering with how hard I was sobbing. It took me a while to understand that I was out of the nightmare, that I was safe. I think. But finally, shaking and face completely wet with tears, I forced myself to sit upright and look over my shoulder at the person who had grabbed me.

The stranger. There he was, standing in the void, towering over my hunched form.

Instead of a peacoat this time, a long inky cloak flowed around him like flickering shadows, flames dancing along the edges. He blended in with the void, made of pure darkness and moonlight. His skin was so pale, like marble, and his hair was a mess of black surrounding a face sculpted sharply from porcelain. But those eyes. Black, pure black, with twin stars staring directly at me, drilling into me. It hadn’t been a trick of the shadows back in the bar.

“It’s you,” I whispered breathlessly.

“So it would appear,” he replied, soft but powerful, like silk in thunderstorms.

The momentary relief halted, fear returning to flood my veins. I wasn’t sure if I should stand, stay kneeling on the ground, or make a run for it. But where could I even go? He quirked his head almost like he could read my thoughts. Could he read my thoughts?

I settled for slowly pulling myself off the floor, my legs weak from the effort. My clothes were torn and shredded from dirt and blood and the dew of the fog, hair matted to my face and neck. But I tried to at least stand with some dignity even if my feet felt like they’d fall off.

“You-,” I licked my lips and could taste coppery blood, “You’ve been in all my dreams lately.”

His face was an unmovable mask as he peered at me with those black eyes, “I have.”

“You’re the dreamlord,” it came out a shaky whisper, as if speaking it out loud would cause the door to burst open and the monster to come in. But he heard me, the barest twitch of a raised eyebrow.

“It seems you do, in fact, know of me,” he replied, almost mockingly, “So I can also assume you are not as ignorant as you try to seem about what you have been doing in my realm.”

I winced, hands balling into a fist at my side. I was scared and nervous and intimidated but there was this feeling deep down of indignation that I wasn’t sure about, “I vaguely know of you, but I didn’t think you were real. Just nonsense adults tell kids.”

“I assure you I am very real,” his words held weight as he took a step forward, “I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, and Lord of the Dreaming. And I believe, little dreamer, it is time we had words.”

I blinked and suddenly, my clothes were back to normal. No sign of damage or blood or dirt from my run through the forest. I couldn’t feel any of the scrapes and cuts anymore, though there was still a ghost of pain from where they had been. I was whole again, in one way at least.

Morpheus stepped forward, a good head taller than me and radiating a power I could feel all around me, “You interfered with another’s dream- a dream you should not have been able to access in the first place. And now you seek to hide from me.”

I swallowed, staring up into those bottomless eyes, and tried to find my voice, “I…did, but not on purpose!…I- I mean not the interfering part, I did enter another’s dream and I did try to hide but-”

One of his eyebrows raised as I bumbled my way through an explanation, “I did intend to enter the dream but I was drinking and I was upset and it wasn’t my best moment and before I knew it I was breaking things and-”

“Enough,” he cut me off. “You knowingly entered this man’s dream?”

Shrugging halfheartedly, I sighed, “I didn’t know it was going to be his, but I did know it was someone else’s dream. It’s…something I’ve been able to do for a couple of years. For some reason, before that, I couldn’t even remember my dreams, much less mess around with them.”

His jaw clenched and eyes danced away, a move so subtle I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he wasn’t hovering over me. “There were…circumstances that kept most away from the Dreaming for a long time. Even thus so, a dream walker has not entered this realm in centuries and for good reason,” Morpheus spoke.

The term dream walker rolled in my head, settling in as if to yes, “Yes, yes, that’s what we are.”

But I frowned, the fear and tension starting to become an even tenor, almost like my body was getting used to being high strung and therefore it was less intense. Afraid but not as much. Dream was intimidating and powerful, but something itched in the back of my head that whispered, “He’s only a man.”

Dream walkers had been around though. My grandmother had said she had the gift when she was a kid and that it ran in the family. She wouldn’t have known about it unless she had done it herself so that was a lie.

“Or maybe they all learned how to not get caught,” I mumbled absentmindedly before realizing I had said it out loud. The implication that he’d been outsmarted, that they’d been under his nose and he didn’t even know it.

His eyes instantly returned back to mine, a flicker of anger in them as the twin stars burned red. And that pleased me for some reason. Like I, a mere mortal, was able to get a reaction from him.

“I am the Dreaming,” he practically growled, “This is my realm and you deliberately have broken my laws. Mortals cannot traverse through other’s dreams.”

“If that’s so, why can I?” I snapped back. It was like an out of body experience. The exhaustion and anxiety and frustration from the last few weeks of pushing myself to the limit to hide from him had it all rearing up. He’d caught me, there was no more hiding, but is what I did so reprehensible?

“I didn’t ask to be able to do this. It just happened and you know what, I’m not sorry,” I bit out, straightening myself out and standing taller, “Yes, I did go into another person’s dream but I didn’t know it would be Thomas’. But even then, that asshole deserves to have his little fantasy smashed to bits.”

It had to be delirium that was propelling my mouth, because I’d gone insane. Morpheus’ lips pursed and those twin stars flashed in his eyes as he stepped closer, bearing down on me.

“You dare-”

“For two years, I’ve been a good girl and didn’t interfere once,” I cut him off, anger roaring in my ears, “I do it one time and you’re acting like I might as well have killed someone. So how about we call that fucked up little nightmare that tried to eat me a slap on the wrist, I agree to not mess with anyone again, and call it a day because I am tired of turning around and seeing you in every corner of my dreams.”

He stepped forward again, so close I could feel his breath on me. Power rolled off him, his cloak whipping around our feet angrily. The flames from the inky fabric did not burn as they danced off him and brushed against me, the cloak sliding along my skin whispering of dreams and nightmares and stars and shadows and stories so ancient. In the vastness of the black void we stood in, he seemed darker than the mind could fathom.

The Dream King glowered, otherworldly and beautiful and full of fury, and glared down straight into me with hot anger, “You deem to tell me what I should do, little dreamer? You have no idea the games you play. The Dreaming is not your playground to do as you like and I am not yours to command.”

I raised my chin, “What is dreaming if not a place where you can play out your fantasies? I didn’t hurt anyone and I don’t see how I’m yours to command either so we’re done here.”

The corner of Morpheus’ lip twitched in unamused humor. “Impertinent little thing,” he whispered coolly, so close to me I could feel it.

“Well you’re really going to hate this,” I muttered, craning my neck to stare back directly into his eyes, almost a challenge.

I could see Morpheus knit his brow as he tried to guess at my words but by the time his mouth formed the shape to yell at me, I’d already quickly whispered out my command.

“Wake up.”

There was no melting away. One second, I was staring up at an angry ancient being and the next, I was jolting upright and breathing hard. My hands gripped the bedsheets, straining to ground myself in some way in the real world. I was awake, the room was whole and empty. No cuts on my feet, no swirling black cloak. No black void, no angry Morpheus. Safe.

I cupped my face in my hands, groaning loudly as my skin settled into normal gravity. I could still feel that anger roiling inside me but reality was taking hold, dousing it quickly in ice as the realization of what I’d done settled in. I hadn’t been drunk this time, had only been fueled by exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and the fear from the nightmare. But still, I had yelled at the Dream King.

I had essentially yelled at him and then shut a metaphysical door right in his face. What was wrong with me?

I was so fucking dead.

#the sandman fic #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman fanfic #sandman fic #sandman fanfiction #dream of the endless #dream x ofc #dream x fem!reader #dream x reader #morpheus x ofc #morpheus x reader #morpheus x fem!reader #the sandman #series: fragments #fic: figment #morpheus

[geeoharee]

Hardspace Shipbreaker is a weird game isn't it

The actual mechanics of it are deeply satisfying (everything goes CLUNK when you undo the cut points, even though inside ships there's this careful difference of audio between pressurised and unpressurised spaces, because it not going CLUNK would be sad) and even tiny things like encountering a stray bolt and it going 'dink' off your helmet are just really nicely done

And I love all the death messages, 'Lynx reminds you that shipbreakers dying horribly can cause serious paperwork for Lynx executives', and so on

Plot spoilers follow...

But the plot is... Kind of all over the place? OK, so Lou is the agitator, Deedee is older and too tired and has seen too much, and Kaito is the kid who doesn't know any better. I called them killing off Kaito really early, by the way (they don't commit to it! you can't just un-kill characters it makes the moment entirely worthless, though to be fair to them they did set up the fake-out with his mic problems in act one)

Hal is the petty shopfloor supervisor with no real power who's interpersonally worse than the actual boss, BECAUSE he has no real power and knows it - god I have met too many of these people - and Weaver is Space Dad. We love Space Dad.

OK, they're archetypes but that's fine. And the plot is ... sort of meant to be about unions? Don't get me wrong, the day of industrial sabotage was fun as hell (or would have been, if you got CREDIT for blowing a fuel tank and shredding a load of panels, but the panels don't count as destroyed until they've been thrown in the furnace so now you just gave yourself loads of tiny bits to sweep up. sigh)

And so the resolution is 'you got yourselves some attention and the regulators stepped in and now you don't owe Lynx a gajillion dollars'. Hooray! But the thing is, this does not work as a game climax because obviously the mechanics don't change. So you're still being given ships with broken atmosphere regulators and told "don't cause an explosive decompression". You're still cleaning up ghost ships that Lynx says aren't full of ghosts. There's still no way to unfasten a Quasar thruster without shoving your entire head down the barrel and hoping you don't catch fire. Because the game was built as 'industrial hell' and it still IS!

Also I had a few tens of mils to tidy up before I could do the big ending cutscene, so I did a few shifts after the 'union victory' cutscene and there was this one conversation between Deedee and Kaito where she told him not to work free overtime. Good message: don't. But the reasoning just wasn't there. Deedee just said "do it the next day when you're getting paid" and Kaito complained about having to set up again the next day. Nobody said: You don't work free overtime because that's scabbing. If you do the work of two breakers, you're leaving a breaker in the unemployment line and you're endangering your colleagues who only do the work of one. Lou would have known that - why wasn't she in that conversation?

I dunno. Really felt like Baby's First Worker Solidarity, I felt it could have respected the player's intelligence a bit more. Maybe it's just because it was made by North Americans and getting them to notice that workers even exist as a class is fairly difficult. Apparently Blackbird are on a four day work week, though, so good for them!

P.S. don't organise against the company via the company email server you fuckwits

#hardspace shipbreaker #capitalism

[super-unpredictable98]

Fancy Restaurant | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse (OC Kiss Week 2023)

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: Strong language

a/n: Thank you for being so patient, I'm back with a little special treat for OC Kiss Week. This event is what jumpstarted Timeline Anomaly, and we're so grateful. It's our third time writing together for it, we hope you like our wholesome family fluff.

(Masterlist)

As much as the quad tried to keep their twins distracted without sitting in front of the TV all day, sometimes a screen was their only saviour. When the girls needed to work composing and the boys needed to do chores or talk to their agents about shoots... the telly was the best babysitter. 

It was a very busy day and the kids were watching Bluey for the millionth time, particularly the Fancy Restaurant episode where the protagonists try to create a romantic night for their parents. Seeing that seemed to give Ellery an idea: 

"Hey, Charlie, it's been a while since Mummy and Mama and Daddy and Dada went on a date..." she said, though it wasn't true. They were out on a date less than a week before this incident, but for a child, it must've felt like forever. "Maybe we should make them a romance night!"

Charlie gasped excitedly. "That's a great idea!" he exclaimed, craning his head to peer at their parents in the other room. "They definitely need some romance," he agreed, nodding.

Ellery took her brother's hand and they ran into the office where on one side the girls were writing lyrics and on the other, the boys were checking their emails. 

"Hey, you lot!" Ellie called, getting everyone's attention. 

"What's wrong, baby? Did you finish Bluey again?" Lydia asked. 

"No, but we do think you need to smoochy kiss! It's been so long!" 

"I gave your mums a smoochy kiss this mornin'," Nate chuckled. "It hasn't been long."

"No, I think Ellery's right, it feels like much too long!" Nats exclaimed, spinning his chair toward her. "I'm never opposed to some smooches."

"Tonight you're havin' a romantic dinner! No kids, just you and the romance," Ellie said as she climbed into his lap. "I mean, we'll be here, 'cause we gotta watch the kisses. But we won't be your children, we'll be the restaurant people!" 

"Isn't it a bit worrying that our children want us to kiss for them to watch?" Lydia asked quietly. "Is this one of those moments we realize we messed up?"

"I feel like most kids think it's gross seein' their parents kiss," Win said, trying to remember how she felt when she was young. 

"I don't think we messed up," Nats argued, wrapping his arms around Ellery's middle. "It just shows how normal we've made physical affection."

"I thought it was pretty gross..." Lydia mused. "But maybe Nats is right." 

"Okay then, little monkeys, but no crazy meals, just make us sandwiches or somethin'," Nate pulled Charlie into his arms. "Y'don't want dada t'get sick like the dad at the end of that episode, right?" 

"But sandwiches are not romantic!" Ellie protested.

"Anythin' can be romantic in the right company," Win said, reaching over to tickle her.

"Leave dinner to us, we promise it'll be good, y'just gotta be there," she assured. "I'll be the chef and Charlie will serve you! I'm better in the kitchen."

"But I wanna help in the kitchen too!" he cried, pouting.

"But you can't cook!" she argued. 

"Your brother can cook if you show him how," Lydia said firmly. "Let him help you." 

"Okaaay... I'm sorry."

"Yay! I promise I'll be helpful!" Charlie exclaimed, squirming in Nate's lap, too excited to get started.

"We'll get everything ready, you better be done with work by then!" Ellery warned, jumping from the chair after giving Nats a kiss. "Oh! And you have to pretend that's your first date." 

"Sounds good, remember our first date?" Nate tried not to laugh. It was far from romantic, it was more like... desperate and horny.

"I think some of our most romantic dates took place in New York," Win said, sighing as she reminisced.

"Yeaaah... Camp, The View, Black Tap," Nate smiled to himself, it felt like it was yesterday.

"Mhmm, that sauna at the hotel," she added, giving him a meaningful look.

"The pool at the hotel..." he snorted. "We were so stoned." 

"Stargazing on the rooftop is still one of my favorites," Lydia grinned.

"Yeah, we were," Win giggled. "Oh, that was a good one!" she agreed, reaching for her wife's hand and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Do you actually think we've been less romantic lately? With the kids and work and everything? We used to make love all over the house every day, now we make love in our room after the twins are asleep," Lydia frowned. "Nats and I that one time in the living room when they were in school, but I just couldn't do it with the Tinky-Winky staring at us."

"We have been more tired lately, juggling everythin' with work and the kids," Win sighed. 

"Yeah, romance has been the furthest thing from my mind lately," Nats agreed, grimacing. "Maybe it'd be good t'let your parents watch th'kids for an afternoon so we can make up for that," he suggested, offering the girls a hopeful grin. 

"We promised we'd never let that happen, where did my youth goooo?" Lydia cried, letting her head hit the desk in front of them. 

"Don't worry, your folks can take the kids, my mum wanted t'take them next time she goes to Spain with Jeremy... We can still fuck all over the place," Nate took her hand. "Look in the mirror, you're still young, just the same as y'were when we first met." 

"But I feel older," Win sighed, rubbing Lydia's back. 

"I feel older too, we are like middle-aged," she muttered. "I just wish I could feel the way I felt back then. It's not the kids' fault, they are so amazing, it's us." 

Nats shared a look with his twin. If only there was a way to make the girls feel young again...

"Tonight is a start," Nate murmured, rolling his chair closer to the girls. "But could Blossom take 'em for a weekend? We could get a room at that hotel from our first time in New York. We can go to the St. Cloud and Dubliner, all the places we went to back then." 

"I can ask her, they miss Simone a lot."

"That sounds fun," Win cried, perking up.

"Coney Island, zoo... we can fuck at the Bryant like we used to," Lydia finally smiled. 

"Sounds like a dream," Nats exclaimed, remembering the fond memories they had. 

"I'll call Blossom in the morning... Her morning I mean," Lydia made her chair spin and laughed. "We're gonna have a blast." 

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"What kind of sandwiches are we gunna make?" Charlie asked as he followed Ellery to the kitchen.

"I was thinkin' maybe roast beef and cheese for the main course and then nutella and marshmallow for dessert. We could get the fairy lights outside and make a beautiful table too," she suggested. "What do you think?"

"Yeah!" he cheered, jumping up and down, his little curls bouncing. "I wanna make the dessert sandwiches!"

"Okay, but remember to make them pretty, it's gotta be romantic," Ellery clapped, also pretty excited. "But we should set the table first, we don't want their dinner t'be cold."

Charlie nodded, his tongue slipping between his lips in his focus, looking much like his fathers as he worked to set the table just right.

Ellery placed the four plates and cups on the table, she thought about getting knives and forks, but she knew they would end up using their hands. "We'll turn the fairy lights on when they come out, you did a really good job."

"Aw, thank you!" he exclaimed, giggling as they rushed back to the kitchen to begin cooking.

"I'm sorry I said I was better, I think you're really good too," she said as she piled the slices of bread for the four sandwiches before passing the loaf to her brother so he could work on the dessert.

Charlie smiled. "Thank you Ellie," he said, setting the bread out and opening the jar of hazelnut chocolate spread. "You're the best sister."

"You're the best brother. You're the only one I have, but even if I had more, you'd still be the best," she nudged his arm before placing the bread with the cheese on the toaster oven and twisting the knob.

The little boy giggled, slathering the chocolate on the bread and grabbing a handful of marshmallows to throw on there before covering it with the other slice of bread. "I hope Mama, Dada, Mommy, and Daddy like our dinner. I hope it makes them feel romantic!"

Ellie nodded, getting the roast beef from the fridge. "I hope they hug and kiss and stuff. Maybe they'll wanna dance under the moonlight!" 

"I hope so too!" Charlie agreed with a dreamy sigh. "I like it when they dance."

"D'you think one day we'll find people we kiss and dance with too?" Ellery wondered. "I wanted to marry daddy, but he's already married twice."

"Daddy's too old for you," Charles said matter of factly. "But I hope so... it looks like so much fun having someone to have romance with."

"Auntie Blossom says age should never get in the way of love, but I guess you're right," she took the four sandwiches and brought them to the table. "I wanna marry a man like daddy then. He's gonna have curly hair like me, green eyes, he'll be tall and silly- oh, can you get their drinks, Charlie?"

He nodded, hurrying to the kitchen with the cups and filling them before running back. In his haste, however, he tripped over the rug and fell, the cups going flying and the juice sloshing out all over the floor. 

"Oh no!" he cried, more upset with himself than hurt. "It's ruined!"

"No! It's okay, Charlie," his sister said. The cups thankfully didn't break, she was able to cover them in a forcefield. They were still learning how to deal with their powers, but usually they worked in emergencies like that. "We just clean up the juice and I'll help you next time. You bring two cups and I bring the other two."

"Okay," he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry." 

"Everythin' okay out there?" Win called, hearing the commotion.

"Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes, at least nobody's hurt," Ellie set the glasses down and gave him a hug. 

"Oh my God, are you hurt?" Lydia's eyes grew wide when she saw the puddle. 

"No, I spilled the juice, so I'll get some more," the girl decided to take the blame, it was her fault for asking him to do it all on his own.

"I'm okay, Mummy," Charles said, dusting himself off. "I can clean this up," he murmured, before quickly throwing his hands up. "Wait! You can't come in here yet! It's almost ready!"

"Okay, okay, but if you need help just call us," Lydia pressed her lips to his little forehead before leaving the dining room to wait. 

"Come here, Lollipop, it's not time for our reservation yet," Nate chuckled.

"Okay, Mummy!" Charlie exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on the puddle of juice. After a moment, it dissolved and when the little boy opened his eyes, it was completely gone. "It worked!" he cheered as Ellery returned with more juice.

"You're gettin' good at it!" she placed the glasses on the table. "Can you get the other two? I'll light up the fairy lights!"

Soon they had the dining room all set up and the lights turned down low for ambiance.

"Okay, shall we call them in here?" Charlie asked, practically bouncing on his toes in his excitement.

"Yes!" Ellery fixed her hair and cleared her throat. "Mr and Mr and Mrs and Mrs Young, your table is ready," she called. 

"Right on time," Lydia giggled, using the power Win was letting her borrow to transform her oversized shirt into a green cocktail dress. "Thank you so much," she smiled when Nate pulled the chair for her.

"What a fancy restaurant!" Win exclaimed, changing her PJs into a tasteful little black dress as she followed the others in. 

"Thank you, madam!" Charlie said, copying his father and pulling her chair out for her before Nats could. 

"Why thank you, sir!" she said, fighting back a laugh at how grownup he was acting.

"We don't have a menu, but we're sure you'll like our special," Ellery said, gesturing to the sandwiches in front of them. 

"Oooh it smells delicious, how did the chefs know what we like?" Nate asked. 

"The chefs know everything... please enjoy your romantic evening."

"Thank yeh, chefs! Our compliments!" Nats grinned, sitting down across from Lydia and picking up his sandwich to take a giant bite. "Mmmm!" he exclaimed, taking with his mouth still full.

"They are so cute," Lydia watched as both kids hid in the backyard to observe them. "This is a very good first date."

"They are. Can't believe we raised such sweethearts," Win murmured, taking a drink from her cup. 

"Sorry we've been slippin' with the romance lately," Nate breathed, also taking a bite. "Guess it's hard to stay the same after almost thirty years. Even if we married the most wonderful girls in the whole universe."

"Guess that's why people are always sayin' marriage takes work," Nats added.

"Yeah, it's easy when we're young and have nothing to do besides fucking and loving each other, it's hard to keep the same level of excitement after so long," Lydia mused as she chewed. 

"But I still love you both the same way I did when we were young," Nate drawled. 

"So do I, even more actually."

"Same," Win said, resting her hand over theirs. 

"Course," Nats agreed.

"Look! They're holdin' hands!" Charlie exclaimed quietly, peering through the window.

"If we still have love, that's all we need. We can fix the rest," Lydia leaned against her wife. 

"And they look pretty cozy!" Ellery giggled. "It worked! This is proper romantic!"

"I will always work for you three," Win agreed, smiling softly at each of her lovers. "I love you guys so much." Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to Lydia's cheek. 

"It did work!" Charlie cheered, throwing his arms around his sister. "Look, Mama just kissed Mummy!"

"Yesss! Smoochy kiss!" Ellery joined, celebrating their victory.

"None of you dare to eat anything else until the kids are asleep, I know this isn't enough food, but it'll break their hearts," Lydia whispered. "I can make us some more after they're in bed." 

"There are so many things I'd like t'eat when the kids go to bed..." Nate teased with a wink. 

"We can have th'rest of our dinner in bed, followed by dessert," Nats agreed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

"Sounds good t'me," Win laughed, leaning across the small table to steal a kiss from Nats and Nate.

"So, what'd you say, Lollipop?" Nate bit his lip, starting on his dessert sandwich. "Couple o'drinks too..." 

"Sounds like a good time," Lydia leaned over to steal kisses from them as well, laughing when she heard their kids freaking out by the big glass door. "Seems they're happy." 

"Looks like their little plan worked," Nats laughed, winking at the kids through the sliding glass door.

"The romantic dinner sure helps, but... I'll take any chance to kiss you lot," Lyddie admitted.

"Soooo, how was your dinner? Was it well romantic?" Charlie asked, bursting through the door, unable to wait any longer. 

"It was all that and more!" Win assured him, lifting him into her lap. "You two did so well with dinner. We got a couple of chefs in th'makin'."

"I like to cook, but I wanna be a singing woman in theatre like mommy," Ellery laughed. "We are happy you're happy." 

"You're both angels, we love you so much," Lydia got down on her knees to hug them. "But I think it's time for the little angels to get some sleep, isn't it?" 

"No fair! We wanted t'see you dance in the moonlight!" she protested.

"Oh, y'want us t'dance, huh?" Nats mused, getting up to turn on some music. "We gotta give 'em what they want," he teased, pulling Lydia into his arms and swaying to the music.

"Just one song wouldn't hurt," Nate pulled Win closer as well. "Remember this song? From our wedding?" 

"Mmm, so romantic," she drawled, resting her cheek against his shoulder as they danced. 

"Yeah... but I believe you were dancing with Winnie and I was dancing with Sean," Lydia taunted, twirling before leaning against Nats' chest. "This is much better."

"Much better," Nats agreed, tightening his arms around her waist as they swayed. Charlie watched them, resting his chin in his hands.

"This dance is way cuter than the one from the video," Ellery said as the song ended. 

"Which video, sweetheart?" Nate asked, lifting her in his arm so they could get ready for bed. 

"The one of you dancin' at the party. Mummy was wearin' a purple dress and auntie Blossom too, but she was really young..." 

"You watched the video of us dancing at Blossom's 18th?" Lydia yelped, that was definitely not a video for children.

Nats couldn't help but snort a laugh, despite trying to stifle it. 

"No more videos of Mama, Dada, and Mommy and Daddy for you lot," Win said, lifting Charlie to carry him to the bedroom he and Ellie shared for the time being. They said they slept better when the other was in the room.

"If you wanna see our old videos, you gotta ask, okay?" Lydia asked, grabbing their little pajamas so they could get changed. 

"Okay, I'm sorry, but it was really funny," Ellery laughed, trying not to yawn. 

"One day when you're all grown up, we'll show you all our videos," Nate assured, putting her down. "Well, almost all of 'em."

"Yeah, definitely not all of 'em," Win said under her breath, handing Charlie over to Nats who tossed him into the air before letting him plop onto the bed, squealing with laughter.

"Thank you for tonight, princess," Nate tickled his daughter before helping her undress and put on her little pink nightshirt. "You and your brother are the best kids anyone has ever had." 

"You're the best dada!" She grinned. 

"If your brother has nightmares again, will you let him sleep with you?" Lydia asked quietly and Ellie nodded.

"I won't have nightmares tonight!" Charlie cried, affronted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"We know, baby, but just in case you do," Win explained, kissing the tip of his nose.

"I know you're brave and so strong," Lydia sat by him and took his hands. "You're the strongest little boy I know, but even the most courageous little boys have nightmares sometimes. Your sister could have nightmares. You'd let her sleep with you, right?"

Charlie looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I would," he answered after a moment.

"That's right, cause you're always there for each other and we're always there for you," Lyddie tucked him in. "If you both get scared you can knock on our door... just remember to actually knock first, okay?" 

"We will," Ellery hugged her Bluey plushie. "Pinky promise."

"Good girl," Nats murmured, kissing her forehead. 

"We love you both so much. Thank you for tonight darlings," Win said, blowing them each a kiss.

"Night night, my loves," Lydia waved, turning on the nightlight. 

"Night night, Mummy," Ellie said, turning towards her brother when they closed the door. "They're definitely gonna do more kissin' now..."

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[charleslebatman]

📊 bestie here,

I’m a little disappointed in Lance, like the Tweet said “his silence is truly questionable”. Even though Lance himself said nothing about the war that’s happening, he still willingly hangs out with Zionists daily.

I believe we should constantly remind people that Marilou is a bigot and should be held accountable for her actions, from what I’ve heard about her lately isn’t good. She’s a total diva who apparently cares what people think because she wants to be F1’s sweetheart. She’s constantly putting herself in a selfish way first (you can literally see her pose for her cameras in pictures).

I’m glad that she got exposed along with his sister who’s always been a Zionist apparently and her brother. I know Lance doesn’t have control of their beliefs as family/friends/gf views ≠ his own view. But it does make me question his own stance on everything. Maybe he needs to reevaluate as from what I’ve heard, Marilou and him are only together to make each other look good. Give each other a good reputation and make them look desirable.

Meanwhile, this completely destroyed that purpose since that tweet is everywhere. It’s best we constantly promote that tweet (by retweeting, posting it to other platforms, etc). Marilou’s reputation is definitely hurt now since people know she’s not a good person. While Lance’s has always been bad since he got to F1, whoever you make Lance date, they will NOT save his reputation. It is too far gone.

If you do not want to support Zionists like Chloe and Marilou. Do not stream Chloe’s music and unfollow her on all platforms. For Marilou, she has a collab at Ardene, DO NOT BUY from the collabs at all (There are better alternatives to Ardene) and unfollow her as well. You can message the companies she models for with the tweet linked saying that they have a Zionist employed but I doubt that will do anything unless a LOT people others DM or email them. You can choose to comment on their posts, calling them out but that will also give them interactions and you’re more likely to be blocked. But still nothing wrong with calling them out or tagging them in stories saying “this is who you support”.

Bestie, your post is a rightness but so much bitterness. I’ve the impression, we’ll struggling in way to support with all the passion we’d our favorite driver lately. I can’t imagine with Lance, at first, you need a sort of bravery with the reputation people gave to him and then with this and what is happening lately.

I’m broken in way for you. When you’ve convictions, your ethical values in all your soul, how people can ask to put this away and say skipped out, you’re obsessed?

Today, in my view, we can’t ask to fans to not be aware and skipped as a little winking what drivers are doing and not doing too, even if it’s a part of their private life. Plus, for me, it’s not even private at this point.

I’m really sad the 🏎️ bestie doesn’t seem to be on the blog. My grumpy must to be too strong for them, I’m sorry. Cause they were a Lance’s fan and talked about Marilou too, they were angry and disappointed too by his choice.

#lance stroll #bestie 📊 #< being hater to the anon and you’ll see 💀

[allmonstersxarehuman]

Wish You the Best

A/N: I apologize for the horrible writing, still a bit rusty. I am always open for opinions and feedback. Songs I listened to while writing. Not Proof Read. DEFINITELY WILL BE REWRITTEN! This is the worst thing I’ve written in a long while.

Let Her Go by Passenger

Until it’s Gone by Linkin Park

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Bad writing? Lots of angst, I guess. I think that's it.

His dreams were different from yours, causing you both to drift apart. A promise was made before Chris left for Korea that the both of us would stay in contact, but soon calls, texts and emails went from almost every day to slowly turning into none at all, though you had tried reaching out. Years had passed by without hearing from him despite not hearing from him personally your family was still close to his, when you had found out about his debut from his mom, you were so proud of him, but could never bring yourself to reach out to congratulate him so you told his mom to say it for you the next time she talked to him.

In 2019 you decided that you were going to intern a label company in the US, your parents were planning on throwing a going away party and told you that they had a special gift for you. Confused you asked them why they got you a gift for a going away get together, you were only met with smiles. You shook your head and was talking to a couple friends when the Bahng family arrived, you told your friends you’d be right back. You smiled greeting the family, Mrs. Bahng told you that Mr. Bahng will be there soon before giving you a tight hug and told you how proud of you she was while Hannah hugged you and gave a small pout and told you that’s she will miss you. “Hannah I’ll be back before you know it.” You said giving her another squeeze. You continued to talk to everyone that had showed until your mom tapped you on the shoulder telling you that she needs you to follow her since her gift had arrived. Following her you weren’t sure what you were expecting but you sure as hell didn’t expect your childhood friend Christopher Bahng to be standing in front of you, you clenched your jaw before shaking your head walking away towards your bedroom. That fact that your parents thought you’d be happy to see Chris made you angry, after everything you went through when he left and when he didn’t keep his promise. The fact that you had to find everything about from his mom made it worse, you never knew how he was, if he was eating properly. You didn’t even know he had debuted or all the things he had accomplished until his mom mentioned it.

You heard a knock on the door already knowing who it was, the door opened revealing a blonde haired Chris. “Hey.” He said closing the door before stuffing his hands in his pockets. He has to be kidding that’s all he had to say? Maybe you were being a drama queen, but that fact that your childhood best friend broke his promise and shows up years later only to say ‘Hey’ infuriated you. “Hey? Really, that’s the first thing you are goning tp say after all these years.” You bit your lip trying to stop it from trembling and tried to swallow the lump in your throat, you wanted to scream, cry and tell him to ‘fuck off’ but even after everything you couldn’t bring yourself to do any of that. He opened his mouth to speak then automatically shut it, not wanting to say the wrong thing that could possibly make the situation worse. Seeing you like this because of him broke him, he thought he would do you a favor by leaving you alone. His schedule had become extremely busy and was always in the studio, though his mind would always think about you. “You have the right to be upset Y/n, and I am so sorry. I know sorry doesn’t make it better and I know that you hate that word, but I really am. I really thought you would be better off, things in my life are very complicated.” He said slowly taking a step towards you. You shook your head sitting down on your bed. “You promised Chris.” You said looking down at your fingers. You didn’t realize you were crying until droplets of tears were falling on your hand, you sniffed before wiping you eyes. “What are you even doing here?” You huffed out before looking over at him. He sighed he hated seeing you cry, he always had. “Um… My group is here to do some promotions, then I heard that you were leaving. I wanted to see you, I know what I did was stupid and the fact that I hurt you breaks my heart.” he said softly as he sat next to you. “Well, you saw me. You can leave now.” You said jaw clenched eyes looking away from him. Chris hated himself every single day he didn’t talk to you, he wanted to tell you everything wanted to let you know everything that has happened; he wanted to introduce you to his members, and he wanted to share all those moments with you. But because he made the decision to cut ties he never did get to. “I thought about you every single day, I always asked mom if you were doing alright. I should’ve done that myself; I was and am an idiot. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I couldn’t let you leave without at least trying to make amends.” He said softly. You sighed shaking your head. “Well thanks for the thought, but we can never go back to the way we were. It’s too little too late, I was naive to think that you would keep your promise even after you became a big time idol. I don’t trust you anymore Chris, you broke our bond. You were my soulmate; you were my best friend, and I was yours; or so I thought.” You took a deep what you were about to do was necessary to make sure you never got hurt by him again. “I really hope the best for you and your members. Thanks for coming, but I need to get back to my friends. Goodbye Chris.” You stood up walking over to your jewelry drawer and grabbing the bracelet he got you before he left, you turned to before kissing his cheek, before walking out your bedroom door not looking back. Chris knew he fucked up but that didn’t stop him from letting his tears fall after you left the room, clutching the bracelet tight in his before rolling up his sleeve and slipping it around his wrist next to the matching one he had. He had no one to blame but himself for losing you, but he was going to try and fix this, even if it took years.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids angst #stray kids

[beardedmrbean]

Texas' execution of Stephen Barbee on Wednesday evening was prolonged while prison officials searched for a vein in the disabled man's body, according to a prison spokesperson.

Barbee, convicted in the 2005 murders of his pregnant ex-girlfriend and her child, had severe joint deterioration, which prohibited him from straightening his arms or laying them flat, according to court records. His attorney had recently tried to halt his execution because he feared the process with Barbee's disability would result in "torture."

But courts rejected the appeals, noting that prison officials had vowed to make special adjustments to the death chamber's gurney to accommodate Barbee.

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Still, it took much more time to carry out the execution than is typical in Texas. Reporters walked into the prison around 6 p.m. CST, signaling the execution was about to begin. But for an hour and 40 minutes, no one came back out, causing anti-death-penalty protesters outside to grow worried that something had gone wrong. It is uncommon for executions to last more than an hour.

"Due to his inability to extend his arms, it took longer to ensure he had functional IV lines," prison spokeswoman Amanda Hernandez said in an email Wednesday night.

Barbee was pronounced dead at 7:35 p.m., nearly an hour and a half after he was strapped into the death chamber's gurney, according to the prison's execution record.

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Within minutes of being strapped on the gurney, an IV was inserted into his right hand, at 6:14 p.m., but it took another 35 minutes for an additional line to begin flowing in the left side of his neck. All the while, his friends watched through a glass pane adjacent to the chamber, according to a prison witness list. So did the friends of the murder victims -- Lisa Underwood and her 7-year-old son Jayden -- as well as Underwood's mother.

About 15 minutes after the IV was inserted into his neck, he gave his final statement, thanking God, his minister and his loved ones.

"I just want everyone to have peace in their heart, make eternity with Jesus, give him the glory in everything you do. I'm ready," he said, just before a lethal dose of pentobarbital was injected at 7:09 p.m., 26 minutes before he was pronounced deceased.

Hours before the prisoner's scheduled death, Barbee's execution was paused as courts battled once again over the state's handling of the prisoner's religious rights in the death chamber.

Federal courts this month went back and forth over Texas' execution policy and the findings of multiple U.S. Supreme Court rulings largely requiring the state to allow prisoners' religious advisers to audibly pray and touch them in their final moments.

On Tuesday, a district judge essentially halted Barbee's pending execution, stating Texas' prison system can only kill the death row prisoner after creating and adopting a new execution policy that clearly lays out his final religious rights. But after the federal appellate court and the U.S. Supreme Court both ruled in favor of the state early Wednesday afternoon, Barbee's execution was put back on track.

Barbee, 55, was convicted of the 2005 murders in Tarrant County. Under police interrogation, Barbee confessed to the killings, saying he feared Underwood would tell his ex-wife he was likely the father of her unborn child and he would have to pay child support. Soon after, he recanted the confession, which his lawyer argued was "the product of fear and coercion," and he had since maintained his innocence.

Instead, Barbee said his co-worker Ron Dodd, also a defendant in the murders, committed the murders alone, and he helped Dodd hide the bodies. After Barbee was sentenced to death, Dodd pleaded guilty to tampering with physical evidence and got 10 years in prison, acknowledging he helped Barbee dispose of the victims' bodies.

Barbee's first execution date, set for 2019, was stopped by the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals to further investigate whether it was a violation of Barbee's Sixth Amendment right to counsel when his trial attorney told the jury he was guilty against his wishes. In a Louisiana case, the U.S. Supreme Court had recently ruled that defendants have a right to insist their lawyers don't admit guilt even if the attorneys believe such a concession is the best shot at avoiding the death penalty.

Early last year, the Texas court finally handed down a highly technical ruling concluding Barbee wasn't eligible for a new trial because he didn't tell his attorneys clearly enough that he wanted to maintain his innocence. The judges said that although Barbee repeatedly told his lawyers that he was innocent and would not plead guilty, and although he was shocked at the concession of guilt at his trial, he didn't tell them his defensive strategy included an innocence claim, so he wasn't wronged under court precedent.

After the ruling, Tarrant County officials moved for a new execution date, set for October 2021. That time, it was canceled by U.S. District Judge Kenneth Hoyt of Houston while the U.S. Supreme Court weighed another Texas man's case in a series of rulings over the Texas prison system's handling of prisoners' religious rights in the execution chamber. Barbee had requested that his spiritual adviser pray over him and lay his hand on him as he died, a practice which had recently been barred by prison officials.

This March, the high court ruled that Texas' execution policy likely violated a prisoner's religious rights, and prison officials said it would make adjustments to execute people in line with the court's intent.

Before Wednesday's execution, his lawyers still argued there was an unacceptable lack of clarity in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice's execution policy regarding religious practices. Though the prison officials conceded to following the orders of the nation's high court, the practice wasn't put into the state's execution policy.

Hoyt agreed, saying earlier this month that Texas could carry out Barbee's execution only if it updated its execution policy in a clear and consistent manner with U.S. Supreme Court rulings.

"TDCJ is now operating under an unwritten policy where prison officials may unilaterally decide whether to allow an inmate's requested accommodation ... the accommodation may be withdrawn at the will or caprice of any prison official at the last moment," Hoyt wrote in his ruling.

Prison officials swore in court affidavits that Barbee would be allowed to have his adviser touch him and pray as he dies. Federal appellate judges said Friday that Hoyt's ruling was too broad, extending beyond Barbee's needs alone, and sent it back to Hoyt to be revised. On Tuesday, Hoyt issued a new ruling mirroring his previous one but applying it to Barbee only.

"Texas [TDCJ] may proceed with the execution of Stephen Barbee only after it publishes a clear policy that has been approved by its governing policy body that (1) protects Stephen Barbee's religious rights in the execution chamber ... and, (2) sets out any exceptions to that policy, further describing with precision what those exceptions are or may be," Hoyt said in his injunction.

On Wednesday afternoon, the U.S. 5th Circuit Court of Appeals tossed the injunction, saying Hoyt can't order the state to devise a new execution policy. Instead, two judges said a proper order would have been to require the prison to follow its word and allow Barbee to have his spiritual adviser present, audibly praying and laying hands on him as he died.

Barbee's lawyers had also moved to stop his current execution because they said his disabilities would result in extreme pain if he is strapped to a gurney as prisoners typically are in Texas executions.

For 15 years, Barbee had increasingly lost his range of motion in numerous joints, resulting in him being unable to straighten his arms. His disability had long been documented in his prison medical records, resulting in him using a wheelchair and needing a tool to clean himself after using the bathroom, according to court filings. The prison used handcuff extensions on him because he couldn't put his hands behind his back.

"If someone wants my arms to straighten out in any way, I guess one would have to break my arms, because even forcing them, they won't straighten," Barbee said in a written affidavit last year. "It's been like this for years and it's getting worse."

Last week, the prison warden said in an affidavit that Barbee would not be required to straighten his arms on the gurney. Hoyt dismissed the case Tuesday afternoon, saying the prison had told Barbee months ago he would be accommodated.

"The leather straps that secure his arms to the arm rests are adjustable ... which allows for his arms to remain bent," Kelly Strong, the warden of the Huntsville Unit, said in her affidavit.

"Moreover, while the crook of the elbow is the preferred location for the IV insertion during an execution, the IV lines have been inserted in other locations when a suitable vein could not be utilized," she said.

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