#i am in constant agony all the time and i don't know what will make it better

[126dvtn]

— siiiiiiigh.

summary : the genshin men are totally not jealous.

cw : jealousy ; miscomm ; implicit possessivness

genre : idk bros can't call it fluff ; established relationship

characters : childe, diluc, ayato, scaramouche

childe ; oh, the pain! the agony!

if there's anything you don't want to do, it's making childe jealous. he'll go about his way, strolling the city with you, all while heaving dramatic sighs that catch the attention of passersby. frequent are your attempts to get him to stop. and he does, for the most part- but only when your attention is on him. let's say, a friend of yours comes up to you to say hello; a long time no see. your lover, who was well-behaved up to this point, prepares himself to start his performance.

"childe, i'm telling you- they're just a friend i haven't met in a while!" you pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassed. the friend in question could only laugh; whether from discomfort or amusement, you'll never know. "my sweetheart is leaving me for someone else, right in front of my eyes! oh, woe is me!" and you swear he'd contemplated falling to his knees on the spot. there're many responses from the strangers around you. some snicker, some scuttle away as fast as they can. you can only stare in horror. finally, after muttering a quick apology to your friend, you grab your wailing lover to flee his stage.

diluc rangvindr ; silent woes.

when diluc is jealous, he doesn't let you know about it; at least not directly. he'll spend hours in his office, only leaving the room to check if you're still there. asking him if anything's wrong would result in a nonchalant "nope"- and then back to his work burrow he goes. it's obvious, however, that something is bothering him, and you're going to get to the bottom of it. a knock on his door wakes him from his dejected trance.

enter you; diluc's antagonist on this dull day. as you lean against his desk across him, he turns ever so slightly away despite the magnetic pull of your concerned eyes. "i know something's up, luc. talk to me." silence greets your ears. so you try again. "diluc, tell me what's wrong- we can work this out together." and his looming eyes meet yours. the sulking man leans back, crossing his arms- his assertion diluted by the pout on his face. it's a full minute before his much anticipated explanation leaves his scowling lips- "why'd you hang out with kaeya without me?"

kamisato ayato ; i would never-!

now, ayato acts like everything is okay. the keyword here is "act", and it's a known fact between you that his acting only peaks when it comes to business. with you, however, his gestures give his jealousy away. all attention is on paperwork. not a glance spared, save for when you call his name and he responds with a restrained "yes, darling?". you best believe he doesn't plan to actually answer you until... well, until you pester him for long enough.

and pester him you do. ayato looks at your hand covering the documents before him with amusement in his eyes. "is this because i went grocery shopping with thoma just now?" your ask is genuine. but lord forbid he gives a straightforward answer, for his reply is an eyebrow raise, coupled with an innocent "oh?". frustrated, you clench your teeth- if he won't be straightforward, then you will. "you're jealous, aren't you?" he continues feigning ignorance. "me, jealous? as if!" he tilts his head, but upon your serious expression, he stops- his visage starkly turning stern. "yes, i am jealous. you do know that you're mine, do you not?"

scaramouche ; that of which is unusual.

acting normal is the last thing scaramouche does when he's jealous. the abnormality here isn't in his expression, no; the irritated twitch in his eyebrow is an everyday occurrence- what with the constant incompetency of his subordinates. it isn't in his words, either. you can almost proudly say that his berating of anything inconvenient is like white noise in the background. what is meant by 'unusual' here is his heightened sense of romance in a random situation.

"um... scaramouche?" your hand travels to your hip when a strange sensation graces it. "what." curt is scaramouche's response; but the sting in it isn't directed to you. "your hand-" "yes, i'm aware that it's on your waist. what about it?" well, you think, at least he's aware of it. you decide not to question it further. but it's a matter of time until you notice that his glare hasn't left a particular area in front of you- and tracing his line of vision leads to a person shifting stiffly in their seat. as if sensing your shared gaze, he finally speaks up. "the way they looked at you pisses me off. shall i show them you're mine?"

#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader

[luveline]

I know this is a long shot and probably too asks you for, but pregnancy loss with Eddie? Im on my own in this and I lost my daughter last week at 24 weeks and I've been reading your fic to try to calm down before bed, I know it's a heavy ask feel free to ignore.

hey my love, i wanted to say thank you for your request, and that i am so, so sorry for your loss. i can't imagine how you feel, i know words just aren't accurate for how it must feel for you. i hope this can offer you even the tiniest bit of comfort, and that you're as okay as you can be during such a difficult time. all my love <3 

cw for pregnancy loss

Your face fits like a jigsaw piece in the curve of Eddie's neck. His chin presses gently to the top of your head, his arms wrapped loosely around your ribs where he holds you from behind. The bedroom is dark, and the TV is off. You can't bear the noise. 

His hand eases up to just under your chest. "Wanna try eating something?" he asks. 

"I don't think so," you say. Your voice is near monotonous. You know you're breaking his heart, if it isn't already completely shattered. You just can't seem to find the will to move. 

"No?" he asks, rubbing your sternum over your t-shirt gently. "That's okay. We can eat something in the morning, sweetheart. Just don't want you sleeping hungry." 

You turn your face further into his chest, rubbing your nose into his chest. You hope it says that you're here for him as he's here for you, but you're not feeling present. 

He smells like his hair conditioner even hours after he showered. You sniff. The sniff turns to a sniffle of its own accord, your hand coming to rest against your stomach. The pain of it all hits you like an unstoppable wave, and it's a surprise how quickly it can turn from an under the skin thrumming to full body agony. 

You can't breathe, it hurts that badly. 

Eddie sounds teary as he says, "Sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay." His face drops further down. He's pleading with you. "It's alright, just breathe." 

It's hard to quantify the feeling. Grief like paralysis. There's only one thing you want that could help, and it is devastating, because it's the one thing you can't have. Eddie's offered to do so much for you but he can't change what's happened. 

You press your hand to your stomach and the agony turns white hot —you can't think. 

Eddie hushes you softly, turning you in his embrace so he can pat your back. It's worse for a moment to be treated with the tenderness he would treat a child, knowing what you've lost, but the constant touch and rhythm helps you to breathe. To cry without gasping for air. 

"It's okay," he says again quietly. You think he might be crying too, his face hidden but his voice tenuously strung. "Please don't wind yourself up again, honey. I know it hurts, but you scared me… I need you to take it easy, please." 

"I–" Sobs from what feels to be the base of your chest shake apart your words. "I just want her, I just– I– Eddie. If I just–" 

"No," he cuts you off firmly. "Stop it." 

"But if I–" 

"Stop it. I'm serious. There was nothing else you could do." His arms cross over your back, the bridge of his nose pressed hard to your temple. "You did everything you could do. You did everything. And I'm so proud of you for how you're making it through this, I'm," —a breathlessness trips him up— "so sorry."

"It's not your fault," you say. You feel sick. 

"And it's not yours. You have to know that." 

You needle your arm under his back, clinging to his chest. "I'm scared I won't make it through this," you confess into his shirt, barely audible, your shoulders tensing.

"You will. I'm right here with you, but you're more than strong enough all by yourself. Strongest girl I ever met, and you can lean on me as long as you need to, alright? I don't care how long you need to feel like this, honey, s'long as you give yourself a break." The heel of his palm drives a long and slow path to the small of your back. "I love you. It's not fair." 

You tilt your head back and push your hand up to his cheek. He immediately moves into your palm. "I love you," you whisper. 

"Try and get some rest, alright? I'll be here when you wake up." Eddie meets your eyes. His gaze is sorry, and loving, and endlessly patient. "Promise." 

You squeeze your eyes closed and try to sleep. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[darthpastry]

Welcome to part two of my official Henry-hate crusade. Time to cover the true ending of Pizzeria Sim! For this one, I want to take one of the fandoms favorite moments, the connection terminated speech, and shred it to piece while explaining why Henry isn't really a hero in this instance. So! Let's go over certain lines. Maybe compliment some of my favorite ones so this isn't just hating and recognizing he isn't the absolute worst.

"And to you, my brave volunteer."

Idk about you, but it doesn't exactly seem to me like Michael knew what he was volunteering for.

"Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you."

If it was anyone else, they probably would've died. The only other person by this point who was known to be able to survive the animatronics was Jeremy and I doubt that even if he was still around, he would be able to fend them off due to brain injury. Also, not so much a complaint, but did Henry have someone else in mind or just threw the job listing into the void?

"Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."

Why not ask. Or at least tell him what the way out is instead of just assuming he hasn't found anything to live for and effectively murdering him?

"I am remaining as well. I am nearby."

Yep. Just make sure everyone who knows what's going on dies even though it's not like William hasn't escaped a fire before. Very responsible of you.

"This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."

I'm a firm believer in when history is forgotten it repeats itself, so quite frankly wanting people to forget seems a bit stupid. I agree that they shouldn't be trapped in the agony of it, but "this place will not be remembered" seems wrong.

"Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

I can complain about Henry all day, but William is objectively far worse, and this line is absolute fire. Pun intended.

"My daughter, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well."

Might be due to that animatronic you made to capture her and deliver constant controlled shocks and also somehow ended up in a magazine? Idk though. Just a theory.

"I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours."

But why. I get that being a parent can be hard and you can't have an eye on your kid 24/7, but he should've at least made there was a responsible adult present.

"Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."

Yippee. Negligent dad who can only making up for leaving his child without a responsible adult which led to her early death by using Lefty so that she can finally move on. Yayyyy /extreme sarcasm ofc

“Congratulations on completing your work week. We apologize if your situation wasn't presented to you In a completely honest fashion when you first started, but it was important that your intentions and actions be genuine.”

I cannot emphasize enough that Michael was not told what was going to happen and given the last sentence it seems like he didn't even feel the need to be suspicious of what was going on.

“Please accept this Certificate of Completion. Goodbye for now, and thank you for taking this journey with us.”

More of theorizing but it's kind of weird that this whole monologue was recorded and delivered if Michael is supposed to be actually dead. I know it's for the player, but I feel like they could easily spin this and bring Michael back.

Tune in next time where I cover the other endings, possibly rant about how everything in FNaF is awful for everyone, and miscellaneous if there's any!

@uvanuva

#i do get why he felt the whole thing necessary but he quite frankly did not go about it very well #henry emily hatepost #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #william afton #henry emily #charlie emily #lefty #fnaf lefty #fnaf pizzeria simulator #fnaf 6 #connection terminated #pizzeria simulator #fnaf 6 pizza simulator #ffps

[chvoswxtch]

hi! i’m not sure if you write for requests?

if you do, would you mind writing frank castle x f!reader with fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue? i’m just exhausted at the moment and every single one of my chronic illnesses are kicking my butt rn. i’m finding great comfort in the punisher series on disney+ and in your writing (the softer side of frank especially!)

thank you!!! 💘

first of all I just wanted to say I am so sorry you are struggling with that. I can't imagine what you're going through right now. i'm sending you so much comfort and so many hugs and I hope you've been feeling a little better lately. it makes me incredibly happy to know that i've helped in some way.

I don't really have any personal experience with chronic illness but I did some research and I hope I got this right for you. thank you so much for your request. I hope this is what you wanted, and I hope it makes you feel better angel. all my love ❤️

this doesn't really have any warnings (unless you wanna count swearing) but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. i'm not sure if the glitch has been fixed, but I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance! word count: 1.4k

i'd do anything for you.

Frank could tell something was wrong the second he stepped through the front door. If it weren’t for your car in the driveway, he wouldn’t have even been able to tell that you were home. Normally you were quick to greet him with a soft kiss and a beaming smile before he could even get his boots off. On the occasions you were too engrossed in whatever you were doing to hear him come in, he could still hear your faint humming or you shuffling around whatever room you were in. But right now, the entire house was silent and still, and panic began to rise like a looming tide.

Instinctively his hand flew to the handle of the gun that was tucked in the waistband of his jeans, making slow calculated steps around each room of the house as his eyes darted back and forth frantically searching for any sign of a threat or disturbance. The door to the bedroom was creaked open slightly, just enough for Frank to peek inside, and the sight before him sent a crack right through his heart. There you were, curled up tightly in a ball in the middle of the bed, clutching his pillow to your chest. Your brows were knit together in discomfort and your entire face was scrunched up in agony. Frank could see how the skin of your knuckles had gone white from gripping the pillow so hard. It hurt him to see you like this. Every time he did, he wished he could take it all from you and endure it himself. 

He pushed the door open slowly so it wouldn’t make any noise and kept his steps light as he made his way over towards the bed, carefully sitting down behind you. He delicately brushed his fingertips along your arm, cautiously leaning over you to get a better look at your face as he whispered.

“Bad today?”

You nodded your head so faintly, he wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been watching you closely. Less movement was best when the pain set in and spread through your bones with a vengeance. You had once described it to Frank as your entire body feeling like a searing, open wound. No matter how carefully you moved, it was like ripping it open all over again. The ache throbbed seemingly with every pump of blood through your veins. It made it hard for you to sleep. It was extremely difficult to get comfortable when you were in a constant state of pain, and the fatigue seemed to make the pain even worse. 

“How ‘bout a bath, honey? Hot water will help soothe those muscles, help ya relax a bit. Wanna give it a try?”

Frank did his best to ask yes or no questions when it was really bad like this. The less you had to think, or speak, the better. He kept his voice quiet and low, and tried not to talk too much. Frank had discovered it was helpful to get rid of anything that might overload your senses in your tender state. Too much light or lighting that was too bright bothered your eyes. Too many noises and loud volumes hurt your ears. Anything too bold in smell could implement a migraine. Every little thing was like a tiny pin prick to your nerves.

“Please.”

The way your voice broke nearly brought Frank to his knees. He wasn’t a religious man anymore, but he would’ve prayed to God until his knees bled if he thought it would help, or if he thought God would listen and allow him to trade places with you instead. He gave your shoulder the faintest of squeezes to let you know he heard you before he made his way into the bathroom. He turned the knob all the way over as far as it would go, knowing the sting of the scalding water would help alleviate some of the affliction you felt. He lit the candle on the counter and placed it at the front of the tub so he could keep the lights off. 

Steam hung thickly in the air once the tub was full. Droplets of sweat had already formed at Frank’s hairline, but he didn’t pay any mind to the heat. He peeled your clothes off as slowly and delicately as he could, gently scooping you up into his arms as he carried you into the bathroom. He lowered you down into the water carefully, a soft hiss leaving your lips as you adjusted to the temperature. Frank knelt down beside the tub, keeping a light hold of your hand as he eyed you.

“Feel okay?”

You nodded your head with a little more force this time, giving his large hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Feels really good.”

“Need anything?”

“Just you.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Will you get in with me? Please?”

Frank lightly brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. He could see the pleading look in your eyes through the dim amber glow the candle cast over the bathroom. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to join you, but your condition had him faltering.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, honey. Just want you to try and relax.”

“You won’t hurt me, I promise. I’d relax a lot more with you. Please?”

Frank couldn’t handle the exertion in your voice. He also hated denying you anything. In record time, he was completely undressed and settling into the tub behind you. A soft sigh left your lips when your head fell back against his chest, and he brought his hands up to tenderly rub at your shoulders to try and massage any lingering aches away.

“Is it too hot for you?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, sweetheart.”

“I want you to be comfortable too.”

“Baby, I spent years in a damn desert in full gear gettin’ shot at and nearly blown up. And I didn’t have a pretty girl to keep me company. Trust me, I’m comfortable.”

A quiet giggle escaped your lips, and that sent a surge of relief through Frank. Laughing was good. Laughing meant you were feeling better. Laughing meant he was actually doing something right. There were so many times Frank felt incredibly helpless when it came to your chronic illnesses, and he hated it. He loathed that feeling. Seeing the person you love in pain, completely exhausted, and not being able to do anything about it. Threats he could handle. He was trained to eliminate those. He’d give his life to protect you. But he couldn’t fight an invisible enemy. He couldn’t eliminate a threat he couldn’t see, or even touch. He couldn’t rescue you from your own body.

“Thank you.”

Frank dropped his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, still being careful with his movements as he pressed his cheek to yours and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Don’t gotta thank me, you know that.”

“I want to. You always help me. You always know how to make me feel better. I know I ask a lot of you, and it isn’t-”

“Hey, don’t do that. I’m here ‘cause I wanna be, you got that? Don’t start that shit about bein’ a handful. If anyone’s the damn handful here, it’s me. You take care of me, and I take care of you. That’s how this works, yeah?”

A defeated sigh left your lips as you sank further into the relief of the water and Frank’s chest.

“Yeah. But I still appreciate everything you do for me that you don’t have to.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Frank lightly brushed his nose along your cheek, holding you to his chest until quiet snores sounded from you. He smiled to himself when he realized you had fallen asleep. He didn’t want to risk moving you in case this was the only sleep you were gonna get tonight. He stayed there in the tub with you until the water went cold and the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. He would’ve held you there as long as you needed him to if it meant he could offer you a sliver of peace. He’d do anything for you.

#frank castle #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle fic #frank castle request #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher request

[swanmaids]

Idril counted the steps under her silver feet as she climbed the Tower of the King. As she counted, she tried to settle her thoughts.

One, two; I’ll tell father this evening.

Seven, eight; the gifts that I neither ask for nor desire, the stares, the presence itching at my mind, looking for a way in. The constant, constant pestering.

The way it makes me feel - cold, and afraid.

Thirteen, fourteen; once I’ve told father he’ll make him stop. He'll put an end to it.

There; she had done it, she had made a desicion. She imagined her plan as a physical thing, solid and unbreakable as the statues that danced and hunted and worshipped along the streets of Gondolin.

It had been a while since she had seen those statues, each one hidden by dark oiled cloth as they were. The tower too was dark as she climbed. The vibrant tapestries that normally adorned the walls had all been removed. After a battle so dreadful it could scarcely be spoken of, the city and her king were once again in mourning.

Would she really disturb her father in his grief with something so comparatively trivial?

Nineteen, twenty; what am I thinking? No, I won’t say anything.

Twenty four, twenty five; I can’t put yet more pain on my father.

Twenty nine, thirty; Maeglin and I are all he has left. It would break his heart once more to turn him against my cousin.

She felt faintly sick. What was wrong with her? To complain of recieving unwanted gifts, of all things, when Beleriand was in ruins and her father had watched in helpless agony as his last brother was crushed by their enemy right before his eyes - she must be the most spoiled, selfish woman in the world to even think of it.

Idril sometimes feared that she was evil. That there was something rotten within her which she had somehow concealed from the world, that festered nonetheless. Such pathetic concerns felt like proof.

She thought to turn back and flee to her own apartments, but her father had summoned her and so she walked on, and with every step she took, the knots tied around her heart became yet more tangled.

Forty, forty one; but I don't know how much longer I can bear things as they are.

By the time she had reached the three hundred and eighth, final step, Idril's chest and head hurt. She felt as though she was once again a small girl, one who wanted to wail and cry and be comforted. And she felt like a child once again because she had nothing in the world to cry about.

~

Her father's face was grave when she saw him. Dressed in simple dark robes unbefitting of the king of the Noldor and with his hair pinned under a hairnet, Turgon was the picture of austere mourning, but he embraced her tightly when she entered.

"Idril," he said as he released her, and then paused for a long moment. "I called you here because I owe you an apology. I have not been... present with you, as of late. I have neglected you, my daughter, in favour of the dead, and for that I am sorry."

There was a stone in her throat. There was a needle in her heart. Idril looked at her feet and mutely shook her head over and over. She could not trust herself to speak, but this could not be allowed to stand - she could not have her father place even more blame upon himself, not when things were already so dire.

"No," she managed eventually, "no, you haven't done anything wrong. Nobody could begrudge you your grief, father, myself least of all."

"But you are hurting too," he said, "many have noticed. Won't you at least tell me how I can help?"

An unwanted tear ran down her cheek. "I -" she cut herself off. She could not form the words - she thought of voicing her cousin's name, and it stuck in her throat.

"Is it- is it about Galdor's boys? Is that what's hurting you- I know you loved them - I loved them too, and you must know that it crushed us all to leave them," Turgon asked quietly.

Idril felt herself start to cry harder, as though she was observing her own reactions from outside of herself. What sort of a person was she, so concerned over her cousin's attentions, when her friends had suffered such a terrible fate? Surely Hurin and Huor would have traded anything to be in her place.

Her father looked panicked. "Oh, now I've made you feel worse - come here, sweetheart -" he took her into his chest, and tucked her head into his shoulder, stroking it gently with a large hand. "My precious princess," he mumbled into her hair.

She wept into her father's arms for what felt like the longest time, but when she finally raised her head, seemingly all cried out, she saw through the window that the sun had barely moved down in the sky.

"If you don't want to tell me... that's alright too... well, it's not alright, but..." Turgon trailed off.

Idril stood back and steadied herself, slowly and deliberately taking a shaky breath. She imagined herself gathering up all of her fears about her cousin and locking them in the small box deep within her heart where she kept her memories of the Ice and her longing for her mother, never to be opened.

She clasped her father's hand in hers and summoned up a smile. Up close, he looked more exhausted than she could remember seeing him this side of the Ice. Idril may have been weak and selfish, but she did not think herself cruel. She would give him nothing more to worry about. No more tears.

"Please, father, don't trouble yourself. I promise, I'll be just fine." She smiled as hard as she could, though he did not look convinced. "Nothing at all is wrong."

#idril #turgon #my fic #my post

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Mama P3

Media The queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X reader

Rating sweet and Adorable

Concept Baby Mama series

Warning Features heavy swearing & graphic descriptions of childbirth

"Okay, Mrs. Watts we are going to get you set up in room 16, Mr watts you're welcome to the labour waiting area just down the hall" the nurse explained as they sat me on a wheelchair but the moment they did liquid began rushing down my legs "Okay your water may have broke, we need to get you down there now"

"Yeah, okay, I love you." He nods, giving my bump a kiss "I love you." He says kissing my head "I'll see you soon I promise."

"Okay, bye Benny"

"Bye y/n" he smiled before they took me off to the small room setting me up in the bed giving me a gown, and setting my bag by the bed for me They all talked around me but honestly I was kinda in another word just trying to process the pain until my doctor arrived and peeked under my gown

"Ahhh I see"

"What?"

"You are further along than I thought almost fully dilated and water has definitely broken?"

"Almost per minute doctor," the nurse says

"Further along?" I asked

"Yes, from the information from the call I assume early active labour' but no no were much further than that"

"We are!"

"Yes I'm surprised you were able to be so calm From the look of it you've been in active labour for at least twelve hours"

"Ahhh I have?"

"But that does mean baby will be along shortly. But not a lot of time for"

"No no, I know what you're gonna say, no. It's not going to happen. I need my drugs"

"I'm afraid that's just not possible Mrs watts not this late. It could do major damage and cause a lot of issues I'm afraid we cannot give you anything. Maybe if you'd come in a few hours ago you could have" he says

"I didn't know I was in labour hours ago! Please please I'm begging you I need drugs there is no way I can do this without drugs. There is going to be a whole Human making its way out of me, I was promised drugs"

"Sorry, Mrs. Watts." He says before he got on with business with the nurses I just laid back on the bed trying to comprehend this I'm already in agony and I have to do this without medication... I .. I'm going to die. I am literally just gonna die.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as this pain rocketed through me and the room sprung into action a nurse beside me giving me a pace to breathe at, the doctor between my legs and nurses beside him by now the waves had subsided and it was now just this constant pain growing and growing each push of my almost numb muscles made the pain grow more and more I could hear them talking telling me things but I was so overwhelmed by pain all I heard was breath and push and that's all I did just keep breathing and pushing keep breathing and pushing I'd never felt pain so intense in my life that my mind basically shut itself down tears streaming down my face my body numb but in agony "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'

"Good good you're doing fine, another big push for me"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Very good"

"Where Benny?" I asked the nurse beside me as she let me have a drink

"I'm sorry?' She asks

"Benny, where's Benny? My husband, where is he?"

"In the waiting room," she says

"Let me see him"

"We don't allow fathers in the delivery room" the doctor warns "Big push for me"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Let me see him! Let me see my husband! You denied me my goddamn medication! I want him here. The least you can do is let my husband be here to hold my hand. I need him here you are not taking this from me"

"Madam we-"

"Being me my fucking husband!" I screamed

"Get him in here" the doctor sighed "Okay another big push it won't be long now"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hey, hey you doing okay?" Benny smiled as he arrived taking my hand and kissing my head

"Do I look okay!"

"Sorry, what's going on?"

"They won't give me drugs!"

"What?"

"She's been in active labour too long, Given how long it has been since her water broke it would be far too dangerous to give her anything but she's fully dilated and I can already feel the baby's head" The doctor explained

"I see why you wanted me" Benny nods "You must be... in agony"

"You think!"

"Well I'm happy to be here to hold your hand sweetheart" He smiled holding my hand sweetly and giving it a kiss but I grabbed his shirt

"You really think I brought you here to be all cute and loving? You think I brought you here to hold my hand and kiss my head like some shit rom-com movie Benny! NO! If I have to sit here and push a goddamn human out of me without even a fucking ibuprofen as it rips its way out of me, You are gonna fucking be here! and you are going to fucking watch the absolute shit show that is the birth of a child! You dare look away I swear to god I will make you feel this pain Benny I swear it!"

"And push" the doctor demanded so I did what I could even if my body basically began to work on its own at a point where my body knew it had to get this out whether I liked it or not pure animalistic evolutionary madness fueled my body as it worked to get this thing out! And I screamed the blood-curdling sound bouncing off the hospital walls "You did this to me! You fucking bastard Benny! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Oh my god! You broke my hand!" He screamed

"Uhh doctor?" The nurse spoke up

"Ohh - uhhh Nurse check his hand." The doctor demanded "Okay we're almost there One more big, big push for me and we should be at the ring"

"Ring?"

"Ring of fire Mrs. Watts." a nurse spoke up

"Ohh fuck no. no. I'm not ready I can't do this" I panicked

"Of course you can, not much more now," The doctor says

"He's fine she just popped his finger out of place," The nurse said as she returned from checking Benny's hand having reset his finger for him and he sheepishly returned to my arm

"You can do it y/n I know you can," he says

"Do you understand what the ring of fire is?"

"No?"

"That's when the skin stretches as the baby's head makes its way out"

"Oh god-"

"Yeah"

"Okay big push," The doctor says and I grab Benny's hand and scream "Perfect perfect keep that going," he says and I basically left my body from the stinging burning pain my vision blurring all I saw was the nurses working the doctor barking orders and benny holding my hand even if I did see his face go white I swear I blacked out and merely woke up to the nurses rubbing my legs and smiling

"You did great, that's amazing, baby's here," The nurse told me

"Baby's here?" I asked

"Baby's here, nurse is just checking them over"

"Oh... I see..." The doctor says

"What?" I asked

"Nurse, I need some fresh tools and a new blanket" The doctor demanded

"What! Why!" I yelled

"Don't stress-" he began

"WHY!" I screamed

"Well we are having a second," he says

"A- a second?" Benny asked

"It's twins, so you need to push"

"Noo... I thought it was over!" I cried "I don't wanna do this again!"

"We don't have time to go over this just push," the doctor says

I was so so tried but I didn't have a choice my body had to get this out of me the pain was now even worse than before as I was so tired, so exhausted but I just had to keep going until I reached the second ring of fire which again made me basically blackout, only really coming back when they gave me oxygen for a few good breaths until I pushed it away myself

"Is it over?"

"It's all over, it's all okay," He says giving my forehead a kiss "There with the nurse it's all okay," he says

"It's over, it's over" I muttered

"Okay, placenta time," The doctor says

"No. No. I'm done. I'm done." I told him

"Not just yet, just the placenta and then it's over," He says as nurses work on my stomach at that point I didn't care, my body was just done with this shit. And finally, he said the words I had been longing to her since this the moment I got pregnant "There we go, we're all done, it's done. We'll get you sorted" He explained leaving the room with the nurses and leaving us alone

"Are you okay?" Benny asked and I merely glared "That's fair." he nodded "I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"Throwing up"

"You threw up?"

"Yeah, when I saw the first one coming out it kinda got stuck with its shoulder and I threw up. Sorry"

"It's fine. I was out of it I didn't even know, I'm sorry for popping your finger out of place"

"It's no trouble, the fact you did all that without pain meds is impressive and terrifying," he says "But you did amazing," he says giving me a kiss "You want help getting cosy? Maybe get changed into your nightie?"

"I'd like that"

He helped me change and I even got to put my slippers on with the blankets over me I had water, and air if I needed it I even got to use some water to scrub the top half of my body at least and put my hair up so I could be comfy

"Any news?"

"Not yet, still with the nurses"

"They've been gone a while"

"Yeah well no news is good news," he says perching himself on my bed so I can cuddle him

"I guess. Did you see?"

"No all kinda happen so fast

"Did it?"

"Yeah, like seriously the head comes out then the shoulders pop through and then it just kinda plops out and they scoop it up, cut the cord and wrap it in a blanket"

"Oh? Guess I kinda went into some strange primal state and didn't really pay attention"

"Oh yeah, you were primal. You were terrifying"

"Two babies just forced their way out of me"

"I'm not saying it's not justified I'm saying it's terrifying"

The door then opened to a nurse with two happily swaddled babies in her arms

"Good news, both are happy and healthy, We had a bit of a scare but it's all fine they are both perfect" she explained

"A scare?" I asked

"The second one here wasn't breathing at first likely due to being second out waiting behind the sibling They were exposed to things longer but after some oxygen and a little slap on the back they were both fine" she explained as she came over and gently helped me to hold one of the children immediately as I was the red mushy little face I fell utterly in love if anyone tries to take this child from me or harm it in any way I will literally bite them I noticed "this is a little boy" she smiled

"Awww hi, little guy" I smiled tearing up as I looked at every bit of him in his little Blanket and tiny little hat barely even aware of the world he was just born into I noticed immediately he had Benny's dark brown eyes and mildly convinced he had his nose too.

"And then this is little girl," she says helping Benny to hold our little girl "You need anything just press the call Paperwork is on the table," she says before heading out I couldn't help looking at them both as they were so snug and cosy and I noticed

"Are you crying?"

"Shut up. I'm allowed to cry. I'm holding our daughter holding our little girl for the first time" he muttered clearly trying not to cry

"Awww it's okay to cry Benny It's adorable" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "I think he looks like you"

"Humm I think she looks like you"

"Great I'm a generic printer"

"You know what I mean, they're both so beautiful."

"They are, you not naming him jr"

"No that's stupid he should have something that matches his sister'

"Who was first?" I asked

"Uhh" he says he sighed and slowly handed her over to me giving her head a kiss and then giving his head a kiss too before he checked the paperwork "Little girl first little boy second he had the troubles"

"We'll keep an eye on him just in case" I smiled "Here I'll trade you" I laughed handing him little boy so I could really look and snuggle our little girl

"Hi little guy, now was it you or your big sister who caused your mummy all that trouble?"

"I have an inkling they were fighting"

"Probably kicking each other all day every day"

"That does sound right, already at odds with each other" I laughed

"Any ideas?"

"On?"

"Names?"

"I have one"

"Ohh? Do I get to know or do I not get a say?"

"I mean I carried them for nine months and gave birth to them"

"I helped"

"You did help Benny" I smiled giving him a kiss "I love you very much"

"I love you too, I love all three of you"

"Yeah, our nice little family of four, ohh no"

"What?"

"We have one crib"

"...shit."

"And one car seat"

"And you said I was stupid for keeping the recipient. I'll go tomorrow and trade them in her a double seat and stuff. But come on I wanna hear your idea for a name"

"I have two ideas, the first" I smiled stroking their little faces "Marcy and Mark"

"Marcy and Mark?"

"Marceline and Marcus for long"

"Mark and Marcy watts? It is nice I feel like I can yell that up a flight of stairs"

"I don't know, I'm not sure he's a Mark or Marcus."

"Yeah plus kinda don't want them to sound too twiny. It's cute when there little but teenagers and adults are gonna get mad about it like imagine getting shouted at in class"

"Yeah you have a point"

"What's the other idea?"

"Simon, and CeCe"

"...okay, that I like."

"Yeah he looks like a Simon"

"Simon Watts. That does sound like a good name. I can see it on a book spine or a tournament sign"

"Yeah me too,"

"CeCe Watts," he says "I think it suits her"

"Or Cecilia?" I suggested

"No, I think plain CeCe suits better"

"I think so too, are you happy?"

'More than happy, you like it?"

'I do, little Simon and CeCe Watts"

"It's perfect, they're perfect, I'm so happy" he Cooes "You don't seem as excited?"

"I am Benny, just you know pain."

"You give them two a snuggle I'll go find a nurse and get her to give you some drugs"

"Thank you Benny" I smiled

"I love you so much my little baby mama" he Cooes giving my lips a kiss "I love you little boy, and I love you little girl. Don't cause your mummy too much trouble while in gone," he says kissing both their heads before leaving to find the nurse. 

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #benny imagine #benny x reader #benny smut #benny fanfic #benny #benny watts #tqg benny watts #benny watts smut #benny watts imagine #bennywattssmut

[lorenzobane]

I really am not like this most of the time, but my Everyone Is Wrong About Them character analysis is Julian and his relationship with his parents.

People like to make their relationship incredibly simple when it seems somewhat obvious to me that their relationship is intensely complicated. Anyway! Let's look at the receipts.

RICHARD: Oh, so now we're not taking it seriously. We're not as bright as he is. We don't have your gifted intellect so we can't see the perfectly obvious. BASHIR: This is exactly why I haven't been home in three years. AMSHA: Jules, please.

Julian tells us, in this episode, that he hasn't been home to visit in three years. He tells us this in Season 5, which means that at some point in Season 2, Julian went to Earth to visit his parents. They are not estranged, and it is not true that they haven't spoken since he went to DS9. In fact, they were still in close enough contact for him to go all the way to Earth, a long trip, just to see them. Of course, it went wrong- but they do speak to each other. People often use his awkwardness in Homefront to suggest that they're not speaking, but it seems somewhat obvious to me that he wouldn't want Sisko or Odo to meet his parents because it would immediately show how different from them he is.

AMSHA: No, this is important. You can condemn us for what we did. You can say it's illegal or immoral or whatever you want to say, but you have to understand that we didn't do it because we were ashamed, but because you were our son and we loved you. (Bashir and Amsha hug.)

This is after they've already found out that they've outed him. He still cares about them, and specifically her, enough to hug her and comfort her.

BASHIR: Well, I want no part of it. I'm not going to just stand by while my father-- RICHARD: Jules. Julian. Listen to me. This is my decision. I'm the one who took you to Adigeon Prime. I'm the one who should take responsibility for it. AMSHA: Let him do this, Julian. BASHIR: Two years? Isn't that a bit harsh?

Again, this further complicates their relationship because while Julian DOES want his father to take responsibility, he doesn't want him to suffer. He's protective of them, there is an intimacy that exists between them because for the majority of his life they were all reliant on each other keeping a huge secret from everyone. For many years, his parents were the only people he can be honest with.

And, as Julian keeps saying in the episode, part of why he's keeping the secret so tightly is to protect them. He's worried about his commission but he's ALSO worried about their punishment and I think that adds to his emotional complexity with them. He wants them punished, he wants them to take responsibility- but he also doesn't want them to suffer.

RICHARD: I guess I'll see you in a couple of years. BASHIR: I'm sure they have visiting hours at your facility. Maybe I could RICHARD: That would be most welcome.

Does that sound like the line of someone who plans to never speak to his father again? No. I think Julian views his parents with a type of constant agony- where it is painful and confusing and hard every single day, and yet, he doesn't cut them out. I understand that people want it to be easy- Julian just cuts them off! But it's not. It's especially complicated because the worst thing they ever did to him was years ago, and there is no way to undo it. And then his father went to prison for him, because he loves him. How do you reconcile those things? I don't think Julian can.

Even MORE to the point though- like, if you write him cutting his parents out of his life entirely you are actually just mischaracterizing him. I think there is a reason why so many first-generation kids relate so hard to Julian (I'm not the first person to point this out and I won't be the last- but i'm not going to get into that can of worms now).

I know I’ve literally written an entire fic on this subject before but it still Irritates me.

#julian bashir #St: ds9 #richard bashir #amsha bashir #like where are people getting this from?? #Julian CLEARLY has intensely complicated feelings on them #and the idea that he'd ever come to a conclusion like i'll never speak to them again #kind of takes a blatant misreading of the text for self projection #but ignore that tag- it's a bit antagonistic

[tealmaskmybeloved]

PART 3 BABYYYYYYYYY!!!!:

Part 3: The End of the beginning.

In a purple void filled with chains, Kieran woke up, but he realised he could not move. The chains are now fully immobilizing him, Dokutaro showed up and asked:

"Now...what was it your ancestor told me all those years ago?

...

Ah yes... 'It ends, NOW!' " That was the last thing Kieran heard before his vision was plunged into darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Florian and Juliana (yes, I decided it's both of them, and they are twins) and the rest were stunned and in horror by what they've seen. Kieran's clothes, hair and eyes all began to change. To a sickly black, purple and pink colouration. 2 chains shot out of his back that look eerily similar to the Lousy Three's chains, but the thing that was worse, was Kieran's constant screams of agony. Carmine wanting to help, immediately rushed over: "Kiki, hang on I'm coming!" But before that happens, the screams stop but 'Kieran's' hand scratched Carmine, leaving a gash in her. 'Kieran' soon eerily voiced out: "Kieran's NOT HERE." The voice was nothing of Kieran's, rather something else. 'Kieran' stood up, revealing his full appearance (1st stage design), before sounding out: "Hm...definitely better than the last one, oh well it doesn't matter," With a malicious grin, "The Metamorphosis...HAS BEGUN!"

Everyone was shocked by what they have seen, The twins were in shock and horror, Penny was undeniably in horror as well, saying that 'this is another movie trope thing'. Arevn immediately recoiled. Even Nemona's attitude shifted to one of seriousness and horror. Crispin grimaced as he lifted his pan in defense, Amarys's stone cold expression shifted to one of pain and horror, Lacey was couldn't even move a muscle from fear and Drayton...well, his laid back demeanor has changed to one of seriousness, horror and regret. But Carmine was the worst, she was practically hyperventilating, her beloved younger brother, the one who looked up to her the most, is now nothing more but a monster.

'Kieran' taunted the entire the group after seeing their expressions, "Aww~ all of you look a little scared. Well don't be. I'm not gonna kill you all...YET. I'm gonna have some fun playing with you midgets before I end your little lives..." Of course, everyone had the same thought: Kieran, no...this thing is gonna kill them?! In a fit of rage, Carmine yelled out, "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH KIKI?!"

"Ah ah ah, temper temper! You don't want to have another incident like earlier right...Carmine?" Carmine stood back, in shock of whatever this thing is, knows her name and the fact that it would end her with no hesitation. "But also, *laughing tauntingly* *points at her* You're gonna have to pay for what that traitor a man you call your ancestor did to me, all those years ago..." This piqued everyone's interest. Carmine's ancestor had beef with whatever's possessing Kieran? But what happened? However, they didn't have time to think before 'Kieran' continued as he turned around and pointed at the twins, "You two, on the other hand...I've heard stories about the both of you, you two accomplished many things and defeated lots of creatures, some like myself! Defeating the AI professor and shutting down the Time Machine, Defeating and Capturing the Treasures of Ruin, Showed the true folktale in Kitakami, Capturing and Defeating The Hidden Treasure of Area Zero and going to the Crystal Pool to...initiate events!" The twins were shocked, how did this thing know their accomplishments? How?! Some of them were even kept a secret! Everyone's interest were also piqued at the mention before 'Kieran' continued: "I must say, I am beyond impressed! So, how's it we make a deal? If you're able to catch me before the entrance, than I'll end all this madness and free Kieran, fail, then you will perish by MY hand. How's about it?" Florain and Juliana thought for a while with the others, eventually they agreed. "Very well! Let the game begin!" And so, 'Kieran' sped off, noticeably being much quicker than an ordinary human would be able to.

Wasting no time, the twins released their Paradox Cyclizars and the others rode on as well, they quickly closed in the distance however, several pokemon knocked them off-balance, they all had purple eyes and a toxic chain added to them, the same ones as those lousy three. The Paldea Gang and Carmine all volunteered to leave so that they could handle the pokemon. The rest reluctantly agreed, and moved on. Through the hallways, it was too cramped for Koraidon and Miraidon so they all had to run on foot. Suddenly, many students were battling other students and staff members for no reason, When Lacey asked Cyrano, he said that all these students came from the hospital wing and that they suddenly had purple eyes and battled anyone they saw, they even tried to claw other students and faculty members, like zombies. After noting it, the rest moved on, being quicker to avoid the zombies, just as they reached the entrance, a horde of students from the league club blocked their way, Drayton immediately took charge and in a hurry, told the elite 4 to handle the trainers while telling the twins to catch 'Kieran', the twins hurried off, before Drayton joined the fight, muttering to himself, "Come on Kieran, please come back to us...Florian, Juliana, I'm trusting you to end this. The twins eventually reached the entrance of BB academy, where Kieran was already there, just standing there, menacingly. The twins rushed to catch him, before the chains from Kieran's neck unshackled and wrapped around the twins, 'Kieran' casually opened a pokeball, but it was purple and had a chain symbol, and released a...bird pokemon? It looked like Kieran's Shiftry, but a bird? It was huge and had a chain around its neck, the twins struggled to breathe before hearing what 'Kieran' said, "Pity, I thought you'd be quicker, oh well, you still lost the game, which means, YOU'LL DIE!!!" Before the chains fully consumed the twins, a flash of light was in the chains, before they unravelled, revealing nothing left, Floria and Juliana, were gone. 'Kieran', feeling satisfied, hopped onto Shiftry and thought to himself: '2 down, 18 more to go...'

Aftermath:

Eventaully the toxins wore off, and the rest were ok, however, Florian and Juliana were missing. No where to be found. And so begins:

Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: The Worthless Treasure.

Part 1: The Magenta Fragments

Finally answering this (SO sorry for this being late, I was super busy and tired as all hell)

Okay so here's my thoughts (Apologies if some doesn't make sense and sorry if there's any spelling errors, I am incredibly tired as of writing this)

1. Dokutaro being the evil manioukative bastard as usual and I love him for that

2. I like how Carmine was willing to throw hands with Dokutaro to get Kieran back, which, understandable. If my sibling was possessed by an evil Pokémon, I'd fight tooth and nail to get them back.

3. Aight well the students at BB Academy are zombies, surely this can't go wrong!

4. And Florian and Juliana are gone. Either Dokutaro has plans to add them to his hivemimd or they're dead. I'm gonna assume the former.

Also tf does Dokutaro mean with '18 more to go'?! How many potential threats are there?!

#ask and ye shall receive #pokemon #pecharunt #dokutaro #pokemon kieran #florian #juliana #au #pokemon au #pokemon dlc

[ambrossart]

hi! I remember you did a poll on ships for Paper Men and I was wondering…. what are your top 3 favorite ships in this story? and why? thank you, I hope life is treating you well! ❤️❤️

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to answer this. I was working on another fic and I knew if I answered this ask, I was gonna end up spending the entire day thinking about Paper Men, and I just couldn't afford to do that. 😂

Anyway, I wish I had a really cool, unexpected answer to this, but I feel like everyone already knows what my favorite ships are, so I'll try to also include ones that I don't talk about so often.

#1 is a three-way tie between Evelyn x Vic, Evelyn x Henry, and Evelyn x Patrick (huge shock, I know)

Evelyn x Vic - I don't normally like the childhood friend trope, and I had no intention of their relationship being romantic at all when I started this story, but man this pairing really snuck up on me. By the time I got to Ch. 12, when Evelyn was drunk and sad and wanting to hold Vic's hand, I was fully on board. I love them together. I love how different they are. I love how Vic kind of comes out of his shell when he's around her. He's not shy by any means, but talking to people literally gives him a headache, so the fact that he likes Evelyn, who talks SO MUCH, is so sweet to me. The boy is in constant agony when he's around her (in more ways than one), but he's willing to suffer for her. He likes her that much. 🥺 Poor Vic. If only he had accepted his feelings a little sooner.

Evelyn x Henry - Okay, I know this ship is kind of sinking like the Titanic right now, but I am fully prepared to go down with this ship! Out of all the pairings in the story, this one affects me the most emotionally. I'm very invested in it. I know it's going to end in tragedy, but I don't care. I still can't help but root for them. These two have such a deep history with each other. Evelyn entered Henry's life on the day his mom left, so for most of his childhood, Evelyn took on that nurturing, almost motherly role. As they got older, they developed a romantic attraction to each other, then a sexual attraction to each other, and (as we all now know) that's where things got really messy because it exposed just how broken Henry truly is: physically, mentally, emotionally, and there's nothing Evelyn can do to help him. As he currently is, Henry Bowers is incapable of having a healthy relationship. So as much as he loves Evelyn (and I do think he genuinely loves her) he's only going to end up hurting her, even if he doesn't mean to. There's a sense of helplessness there that just really makes me sad. Evelyn cares about Henry so much, as both a lover and a person, but at some point she has to start thinking about her own wellbeing. I still want them to end up together, though.

Evelyn x Patrick - I've talked about these two so much already, I don't even know if I have anything new to say. Evelyn and Patrick have such a bizarre and fascinating relationship. I'm absolutely obsessed with it. It's incredibly complex and layered, but underneath all the mind games and manipulation, there is a very strong mutual attraction there. Evelyn has admitted several times that she finds Patrick physically attractive. Her loyalty to Henry has stopped her from acting on that attraction, but we're seeing that starting to change a little bit. Problematic as he is, Patrick is exactly what Evelyn needs right now. She's spent her whole life chasing after guys who don't seem to want her, and now here comes Patrick, someone who openly and unapologetically desires her. I don't think anyone can blame her for being a little curious.

For Patrick, he's been drawn to Evelyn since the beginning of the story... for reasons nobody, not even Patrick, fully understands. In his dull grey world, Evelyn Tozier stands out. She's colorful. She doesn't behave like the other people he's toyed with in the past. She challenges him. She questions him. She says his name a lot, which seems insignificant, but it's actually very powerful. By saying his name, not only is Evelyn commanding Patrick's attention, but she's also showing that he has her full attention as well. She's speaking directly to him. She's listening to him. She's seeing him. And I think that makes Patrick really uncomfortable because he's not used to being seen like that. But he likes it. Yeah, he likes it a lot. Evelyn is affecting him in ways that he wasn't expecting, and that's... very dangerous for Evelyn because now nothing will stop Patrick from getting what he wants, and he desperately wants her. God, these two are going to have such a wonderful, toxic relationship. It's gonna be the most beautiful dumpster fire. I love writing their scenes so much.

#2 is Maggie and Wentworth Tozier

These two are absolute marriage goals. They have, without a doubt, the healthiest, most stable, and loving relationship in the entire story. Nobody else even comes close. Maggie and Went are truly each other's best friends. They have a very similar sense of humor. They love to laugh. They love their children. They're perfectly matched in every way.

#3 is Reggie and Christie

I haven't gone into much detail about their relationship, but now that Christie has officially made her appearance in the story, we're gonna start learning more about her and her relationship with Reggie. They have a really sweet, wholesome relationship—probably the best out of all the teenage couples. They have a ton of things in common. He's kind of the calm to her crazy, but they honestly get along very well. I love how protective he is of her, which is partly why she's been a background character up until now. He doesn't want her to become a target of Patrick or to have to suffer through one of Henry's random blowups. She's one of the most important people in his life, and he wants to do everything he can to keep her safe. They're adorable together.

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Okay, once again I wrote way too much. Now you understand why I had to wait to answer this. 😆

#answered asks #thanks for the ask! #bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #it stephen king #it 2017 #maggie tozier #wentworth tozier #original characters #pairings #paper men pairings #paper men #ambrossart

[allmightluver]

I wonder if Toshinori listens to "Don't Try Suicide" by Queen often (unironically a great song)

He probably needs to! Poor guy.

One song that always makes me think of him is Leave it All Behind by Sleeping With Sirens. It's a bit of a heavier song, but the lyrics are what really seal the deal for Toshinori:

"When you look at my life, tell me, what do you see? I'm only human, so don't expect too much from me" -------------------

As in All Might. People blame him all the time for multiple things. Being 'too good' that he left the world feeling safe with his presence, and therefore left a massive hole in the world's protection when he retired. For not preparing them for his retirement. And now being the helpless crippled old man that he is.

"I lost my faith, what have I become?" I don't think I can be safe from what I'm runnin' from" ------------------

Look what he has become. He's lost his hope, his faith. He's exactly what he seems, a barely alive zombified man that should stay in the shadows he hides in. He can't run from the public anymore. He can't hide. Everyone knows who he is was. He can't busy himself with work to block out the criticisms and trolls. He can only work as much as he is physically able to, which isn't much. Then he's stuck inside his own mind. Inside his own body. The thing he's running away from. Himself.

"Would you be so surprised if I gave up tonight? I'm barely breathing, I wanna kill the pain I feel inside" -----------------

The amount of pain he's in constantly is a never-ending reminder of his failures. How he's failed his boy, his peers, his country, his world. The way he's always had to live alone, never with any support. Of course, Nighteye was there for a few years, but there that went. The world is falling apart at the seams, his boy is in the same self-destructive state he himself is, the boy doesn't even want him around anymore, the death sentence hanging over his head, he's pushed to the sidelines to do nothing but watch, he's a liability now. He's run out of use. Would you be surprised if he died? If he finally gave in? He can barely take a breath with the one damaged lung he has left without hemorrhaging and bleeding on himself. His body is being held together with nothing but sutures and spite.

"But I won't quit for the people I love So I'll say 'I'm fine' until the day I f*cking see the light" -----------------

He can't give in. His boy asked him to live. And despite the hate he receives, he loves his country. He loves the people he protected for 4 decades. Love has always been the problem. So he can't show the pain he feels. He can't let people see he's given up hope, that he's in constant physical and emotional pain. No, 'everything is fine' because I am here. He's fine. Don't worry about him. He's the last one you need to worry about. Give your attention to someone who actually matters. Let him blend into the background. Oh he slipped up for a second and you saw the agony in his eyes? No you didn't.

"Will you remember me If I were to fall into the sky?" ----------------------------------------------

The chorus. When If he dies, would you remember him for what he tried to be? The good things he did? The morals he believed? Or would you think of the way he bowed out of the picture right as society collapsed? Would you remember him at all?

"And what will they think of me If I leave it all behind? When I leave it all behind?" -----------------------------------------------

What will they think when he walks away? When he retired, how did people feel? He left his entire career behind. All the good he did fell apart in a matter of weeks. The world has been draped in darkness around him. What would people think if he didn't exist anymore? If he didn't live anymore? If he couldn't take it?

I think the next episode is going to basically embody this bridge:

"If you feel like you are nothing"

"If you feel like letting go"

"I'll be your hope"

"When you are hopeless"

"Together, we are not alone"

"YOU'RE"

"NOT"

"ALONE"

#lover talks #ask me #Kinda went overboard on this #but this song just SCREAMS Toshinori #Like it was written for him #all might needs a hug #NEW TAG #toshinori yagi has depression #Toshinori yagi #all might #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #spoilers #manga spoilers #for one more week #suicidal ideation #tw sui ideation #tw sui vent #depressed character #depression

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 22

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal

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I open my eyes fast, sitting up on the bed, when I feel my heart about to explode in my chest when my sleep is interrupted by a scream and the constant movement on the right side of the bed. Y/n's body shakes, while agony is tinted on those wrinkles forming around her eyes.

—Let me go —she whines, shaking her head.

I try to stop all of her movements, holding her arms softly, but I keep being pushed away by her small hands. Confused, and unsure of what to do, I just hold her tight, wrapping my arms around her shaky body. She fights against me constantly, her palm making my skin burn every time she slaps my naked torso, until a sudden move gets my attention. Her body suddenly jerks, and all those whimpers and frenetic moves stop. Now I can only hear the sound of her shaky breath, as she tries to recompose from whatever she had going on in her dreams.

She seems so vulnerable, so scared, that I'm only able to hold her tighter, wrapping my arms tighter around her shoulders while my fingers dig in her sweaty locks.

—It was just a nightmare —I assure her, trying to keep my voice as low and calm as possible—. I'm here. You're safe.

The pumping of her heart is rough and fast, as if it were fighting against her skin to make me aware of its existence when I lay my hand on her stomach. I don't know what kind of dream she's had, but the way her whole body is trembling right now only tells me it must've been horrible.

She rolls under my embrace, turning her body to face me. Her concerned expression is the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

—Sorry. I always wake you up.

That guilt on her tone seems to be the last straw for me, because I pull her closer to my body, trying to vanish those thoughts away. The last thing I need is Y/n feeling guilty because she woke me up in the middle of the night, for something that she isn't able to control. It's not her fault.

—Don't be dumb, cocktease —I move my nose on her forehead, attempting to give her a tiny peck to calm her down—. Just try to sleep again.

I wrap my arms around her tighter -something that could seem impossible, but that I end up making because I can't stand the sensation of having any air between us -especially when she's feeling bad or sad. My heart feels full when she responds to that hug, embracing my waist with one of her arms before she tries to fall asleep again.

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I wake up first, something that seems to be a ritual between us. It might have a lot to do with the fact that I work early in the morning, while she doesn't have to get to work until later in the day -or how she doesn't have to work at all today, since it's her day off.

And just like I always do, I think it'd be a good idea to prepare breakfast instead of staying beside her, enjoying her warmth and her calmness -or how close she is right now. Or how tempted I am to call in sick today.

I take my clothes for the day outside, hopeful of not waking her up since it seems she's finally getting some good deserved sleep, and I put myself to work with the breakfast. Coffee, juice, toast, fruits... Everything that could be of her liking, and that doesn't take a lot of work from me -and that doesn't require the stoves to be put to use.

When I peek through the door, I find her sitting in the middle of the bed, her body still covered with the sheets, while her face just seems confused at her own thoughts.

—You're awake —I bring her back to reality—. As much as I like how you look in my bed, breakfast's ready.

Her hair sways in the air when her head shakes, and she looks up to me. She stays a few seconds in silence, but I know it won't last long when she throws a small smile.

—You could've brought it to bed —she jokes, dragging her body out of bed.

—Who the fuck actually does that? —I frown, resting my weight on my shoulder against the door frame— Eating in bed is gross. Imagine you spill your juice. Worse: there are toast crumbs all over the sheets.

I've never understood how anyone would find that romantic... at all. It's gross. Simple.

—That's why people usually use plates for that.

—Note it up here —I point to her forehead when she's standing in front of me—: do not ever bring me breakfast to bed.

—Not that I would —she pushes my hand away—. What did you prepare for breakfast? —she walks outside— Reconstruction of toasts?

I smile. But I'm not sure if it's because of her joke, the memory of those awful omelets I tried to make, or the possibility of having her so attached to me that she'd bring me breakfast to bed at some point.

Shut up.

Y/n smiles, while her lips are slightly parted as she looks at all the details over the table with caution.

—What do you want? —she challenges me, sitting on the chair in front of me.

The funny tone of her voice makes me chuckle, knowing perfectly fine she's just messing with me right now.

—Do I have to want something to be nice? —I join her at the table.

—You do all of this only when you want to be nice? —she gasps— Let me doubt it.

—Stop being so bitchy and eat —I giggle, before I pick the first slice of bread.

Listening to what I say, she starts eating. She starts talking about her plans today, which include doing nothing besides sitting at home and watching a good movie. All that conversation leads to me talking about that one customer I have today and that damned wolf design Mark dodged as if his life depended on it.

Her overused optimism forces me to show her the design of the tattoo, just so she can admit it'll be one hell of a day for me. Instead, she looks at the design surprised, eyes wide open while her lips form a perfect circle.

—You drew this? —she asks, surprised.

Pressing my lips tight, holding back the smile that's about to form in my face, I give her a simple nod.

—Not only is the design difficult, he wants it on his forearm and hand.

Conversation back to my job. Good.

—Take it easy —she hands me the phone back—. You'll do great. The design is yours?

—Yeah —I nod again—. Took me two days to finish it.

—It looks really cool —she assures me—. Yeah, you'll do great —that confirmation falls upon me as if she were the only person I needed to hear it from—. If what you do on ink is similar to those designs, you're amazing at it. I wouldn't mind getting something if you're the one working on it.

Despite being friends for a few months, and meeting up at the tattoo studio several times, this is the first time I've heard her showing any interest in tattoos.

—What would you get?

—I don't know —she takes a sip on her juice—. I never thought of getting one.

—A skull would look amazing here —I point to her arm, although the way she pushes my hand away makes me giggle—. Now seriously —I try to bring back some seriousness into the conversation—, if you ever think of getting a tattoo, I'd love to be the one working on it.

I really hope I'm the first person she thinks of if she ever plans on getting one.

—I heard that it's better if tattoos have a meaning.

—Sometimes —I shrug and stretch my arm, showing off my full sleeve tattoo—. Some of mine have meanings, and some others don't.

Actually, most of them don't. Sometimes I'd just draw something out of boredom, and I'd come up with a drawing or a design I liked.

—I like this one.

Goosebumps run through my spine, and I can feel all of my hairs rising, when she softly caresses my skin, pointing at the snake tattoo closer to my wrist.

—Are you cold? —she teases me, dragging her fingers further over some of my other tattoos on my forearm.

—You just surprised me —I move my hand away.

—I'll pretend I believe you.

Since when does she have this much power on me?

We keep eating breakfast after a few more teases and jokes, and I'm surprised by the way she eats -as if she had been planning her escape for days. She actually thinks I'd let her sneak away from me. Well, not when I want to spend time with her.

I trap her before she's able to walk past my chair, holding her wrist carefully to pull her to my body and make her sit on my lap.

—Where are you going?

Her pupils shake on mine. Not because she's planning to lie, or because she's making up an excuse, but because being this close makes her nervous. It's always like this until she gains confidence.

—Getting changed? —she answers confused— To go back home maybe?

—Why? —I reassure my grip on her waist, wrapping my arm around it, while my other hand rests on her knee.

—What do you mean why?

—You could stay here —as if I were attracted to them, I move my fingers to hers, just so I can start playing with them—. I'll only be away for a few hours, Mark said he'll look after the studio when I'm done. So I'll be off, and you aren't working today either, right? —she shakes her head, showing a glimpse of a tiny smile—. You have canvas if you want to draw, that big ass TV —I point to it—, I have the PS4 as well, delicious food...

—So —my breath turns heavier when she wraps her arms around my neck—, is this some kind of plan to fool me into staying here, and then cut me into pieces and eat me?

She's one big tease. I need to chill with my lessons.

—Baby, I want to eat you —I move higher on her thigh—, and I'd be eating you out right now if it weren't because I have to leave. But it's not because of that —I intertwine the fingers of my two hands on her waist—, I just want to see you here when I come back today.

It's stupid how I'm unable to hold back what I'm thinking or what I feel whenever I'm around her. Every time I think I've learned to hold it all back, it only takes one look from her to be sure I haven't learned shit. Too scared of saying too much, but also too scared of letting her run away for not saying enough.

—Why? —she looks into my eyes.

Why? That's a good question. I could just let her go home, or take her home myself, and plan something later with her. But, for some reason, it feels different if I know that she's here. It might be the idea of coming back home and seeing her first when I open the door. Or being sure that the rest of the day will be totally saved for me, and me only. No surprise plans, no improvised dates... Just me.

But, obviously, I don't say all of this. I give her a shorter version.

—I like being with you —I pinch her side—, and I want to make up for the past week —I rub her lips on mine, looking at her while I hope she's convinced finally.

She makes the space between us disappear as she leans in and links our mouths with a sweet and calm kiss. I don't fight to take the lead, I'm not even interested on being in command. I just want to keep tasting her lips on mine. I move with her rhythm, following my pace, tasting the moment. The tip of her tongue hits against my upper lip, and that makes me smile and silently giggle before I open my mouth to let her in.

The tip of her tongue meets mine as she dives into his mouth. Fuck, I definitely need to cool down with her lessons, because she's learning to use them against me, and that's dangerous.

I move my head back, when she's about to curl her tongue on mine, breaking the kiss when she was in the middle of sucking my lower lip.

—If we keep doing this, there's no way I'm going to work —I joke, but the growing bulge isn't—. Save all this energy for later.

—You're sure I'm staying.

—You're not?

That nervous smile is all the answer I need right now. And it's all I can think about on my way to the tattoo studio, making me have that stupid smile on my face until I cross the door and find Soo standing there. At first, I think she's here to visit Mark, but when her index points in my direction, I know I'm fucked up.

I have no need to keep a conversation I don't want to have right now. But Soo shuts all my hopes to avoid the conversation when she follows me to my room and shuts the door.

—Do I know the girl you're seeing? —she questions, barely giving me time to process the trap.

—No —I shake my head.

—So you're into Y/n?

I can feel my blood stop running through my veins when she pronounces her name with that raised eyebrow, and that cocky sided smile.

—What do you mean?

—What do I mean? Seriously? —her arms cross over her chest— You seem to forget I've seen how you get every time you're into someone. And I highly doubt you go to her bar several days a week just because you like the beer there.

—How do you k...? —I frown.

—Tammy told me she's seen you there, alone, a few times already —she tilts her head—. And the day you met with Leslie, instead of going back home, you went to the bar. And don't start your bullshit, saying you were looking for me —she warns me—. And come on, you never go to the trainings, but as soon as I told you Y/n was there, you came and went straight to her without even bothering to greet us.

How do I get out of here? Shit. It's not like I have any escape, and Soo's eyes keep insisting on getting an answer from me.

—She's the girl, but not the way you think —I try to explain.

—Okay?

—It's complicated to explain —I start—. We aren't dating or anything, we're friends —I shrug.

—Yeah, right.

—Let me finish —I interrupt her—. We're friends, but I might be liking her a bit too much.

Soo covers her mouth excited, following that move with several jumps in the place where she was standing.

—Why didn't you tell me? —she smacks my arm annoyed— I thought we told each other everything.

—It's not serious, and nothing is going on —I rub my palm on the place she slapped—. I don't even know if she feels the same way.

—Do you want me to dig about it? —she squints her eyes at me— I can ask her about that random guy she talked about, and... Oh —she smacks my arm again.

—What was that for? —I whine.

—You're the asshole —she accuses me—. Why the fuck did you ignore her for a week?

—It's complicated —I rub my arm again—. And none of your business, we already solved it all.

Soo throws a distrustful look, scanning my body up and down, before she looks up to me again when I start speaking.

—Fine —she shrugs—. But don't dare to hurt her —she warns me—. She's a good person, and she hasn't had it easy, the last thing she needs is you being an asshole every now and then. You're my brother, but I'll fuck you up if she ever cries because of you.

—Fuck me up? —I mock her— You aren't even tall enough...

My words get cut by her punch hitting my stomach. It's not even a rough punch, but it makes my whole body lean ninety grades.

—She isn't a toy, Jungkook —she continues—. Unless you're sure of what you feel, don't start the bullshit you do with the other girls. She deserves way more than having your attention for one night, just so you disappear and ghost her the next morning.

—Got it —I assure her, with a drowned voice.

Not like I was ever planning to do something like that.

—I'm so happy though.

Her mood change scares me. Just one second ago, she took her mafia role so seriously I almost bought it, and now she's back to her own gossipy and annoying self.

—Soo, not a single word to anyone —I warn her—. You can't tell Mark, Tam or Mel... and even less Y/n.

Especially when she wants to keep all of this a secret. She'd kill me if she ever learned Soo knows about -almost- everything we have going on.

She moves her index and thumb together over her lips, as if she were zipping her mouth to keep it shut.

The rest of the morning goes by quite fast once Soo leaves, and once the customer gets here to get his tattoo done. Every little detail makes me more anxious and more nervous, and I wonder if he'll like the result of it, because the fur of the wolf isn't ending up how I expected it to be.

With a silent sigh, I finally finish cleaning up the tattoo, under the excited look of the big man sitting in front of me. He's so proud of it, he even allows me to take a pic of it -although he probably thinks I'll use it as a reference, when in reality I'm just sending it to Y/n after the conversation we had this morning. There's no fucking way I would encourage others to get this same tattoo. Not if I'm the one who has to do it.

Confused at her lack of response, I keep checking our chat. She isn't even online, so I guess she might be busy doing something at home -honestly, I gave her too many ideas before I left for work.

I press my lips together, getting ready to leave, when I see Tae waiting in the middle of the hall, chatting with Mark comfortably.

—Oh, here he is —he says ironically—. I know it's so hard for you to answer a text, but thanks for honoring me with your presence.

Mark just laughs at that, shaking his head while he heads to his room of work.

—You sent me a text?

—Yup —he nods, showing me our chat.

I sigh, annoyed at myself. After all the texts Leslie had sent me these days and how I've just made up with Y/n, I didn't even bother to check my phone -except for sending that pic to her, and even then I didn't pay attention to anything else. I must have several unanswered texts right now.

I want to say I don't want to go. I was planning to have lunch with Y/n now that I'm done, but I can't leave Tae here when he's bothered to come all the way from his house just to see me.

—You will only eat that? —Tae asks, confused, when I order one small sandwich, while he orders a whole ass steak.

—I'm not hungry —I lie.

Truth is, if I eat this only, I'll be able to save some space for the real lunch. At least, I hope so.

We keep chatting about the old days, and how we're still the same menace we used to be, even if we're all grown up now. And it's true. Tae's friendship must be the one I cherish the most. Sometimes I feel bad, because I make myself believe we're just friends still because of what I did, but moments like this remind me that it's because of him actually. It's because of the person he actually is. We would be friends either way.

But even if I enjoy his company, and I'm having a good time, I keep checking the phone waiting for her reply. I'm sure she would've told me if she had gone back to her place.

—You're looking like you'd wish to be somewhere else —Tae moves his eyebrows quickly, throwing that squared smile at me.

I know exactly what he's doing. He's not even saying that because he's pissed, but because he knows I'm checking out on that mysterious girl I told Jimin and him about. I'm sure he's just trying to push my buttons so I finally admit what I originally wanted to do before he showed up.

Am I that obvious?

—Hmm? —I ask, leaving my phone on the table, before I fix my eyes back on him.

—You've heard me —he kicks me under the table—. You're always on your phone, and the reason must have a beautiful name.

I throw my head back, tired of hearing the same thing every time we meet, and knowing damn well where this conversation is heading to. Tae shakes the table, drawing my eyes back to him. I have no way out.

—I told you Leslie has been... —but a sound from his mouth interrupts my lie before I'm even able to finish it.

—Leslie is an ugly name —he shakes his head—. You know who I'm talking about. It's that girl, is it? —he interrogates with a playful smile—. Come on, dude. You keep checking your phone like crazy. And you should see the way your eyes light up every time you get a notif.

Yeah, I haven't been the best at pretending.

—You like her? —he keeps insisting.

Instead of denying it, I just scoff and shake my head, avoiding any type of eye contact, because I know he'll be able to guess with a quick look. Bold of me to think that'd be enough to avoid the question.

—You like her —he confirms.

A nervous knot forms in my throat, after those three words left his lips in a confident and solid tone. I do like her, but the same way I liked Leslie when we started dating? Or am I just infatuated by this close connection after such a long time?

—I'm not sure —I finally speak.

—You're sure, but you're scared as fuck —he laughs—. I know you don't want to fall in deep after what happened with your past relationships —he starts—. Areum was a bad person, and Leslie was a bitch, but it doesn't mean every girl will be like them.

The mention of Areum makes me move uncomfortably on my seat, slightly twisting my lips in disgust.

—If it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out —he shrugs—. But it's better to go through a failed something than seeing her walking away because you weren't honest. You're losing nothing.

I press my lips together, finishing my sandwich, just like he finishes his plate, before it's time to say goodbye. I hug him tight, pulling him into my arms just to be able to show him how much I appreciate him. I wish I was as good of a friend as he is. 

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 6 ("Presenting Lorelai Gilmore") Part 1

Read all previous commentaries here. Jess is here. And inside that comically large sack of stuff he bought in, he is carrying The Agonies. Okay, let's not panic, we have some breathing room in early season 2, because in some of the early Jess episodes it looks like they weren't quite sure what to do with him yet and would just kinda stick him in the first or last minute of the episode showing him wiping down tables at the diner and stuff. But The Agonies are coming. Rory: In the future am I going to be working at CNN or just walking around their offices carrying a basket of sandwiches? That second thing.

Swing and A Miss, Netflix Captioner. Jessay! "I'm sorry I'm late to work Uncle Luke but since you're apparently in no rush to to give me my own bedroom this is the only time of day I get a chance to jerk off." Lorelai: Gross t-shirt. Nobody asked you. We see Emily gossiping with her DAR biddies. There's a chill in the air. Evil is afoot. Rory shows up at the Biddy Conference to pick up a book from Richard, blissfully unaware of the hell that will soon be unleashed upon her. The biddies descend on Rory, and our sweet, naive summer child has soon voluntarily accepted to "come out" at the debuntate ball.

Good for you honey. Does Paris know? Lorelai: Rory, do you know what a coming out party says? It says "Hi, I'm Rory, I'm of good breeding and marriagable age and I will now parade around in front of young men of similary good breeding and marriagable age so they can all take a good long look at me. Like animals being up for bid at the county fair." Dean & Lane got married (and pregnant) when they were 19 and Logan proposed to Rory when she was 21 so being a breedable marriagable teenager is kind of par for the course in The Hollow. A bridal auction sounds like an idea right up Taylor Doose's alley, don't give him any ideas. Rory: It says your father is supposed to present you at the ceremony. Aw, god damn it! I was fully prepared for Forrester being an intregral part of this episode but I once again did not anticipate the arrival of CrustyPher and the horrors are flooding back. It's going to be an AssClown Double Feature!

Pictured: The Horror. Is this a cosmic joke, a curse upon me, for saying "Thank God Lorelai didn't call Christopher again" at the end of my last review? Christopher makes a joke that Lorelai called him because all of her "976 numbers were busy". Okay, that joke even went partially over my crusty Millennial ass at first because I've only ever heard of people saying "900 numbers". He meant a phone sex hotline. The gymnastics that AmyShermanPalladino performed to insert subtle dirty jokes into this show under the radar are nothing short of breathtaking. Is that why Lorelai doesn't pay Luke for her coffee? Because she's in debt over over a crushing phone sex hotline addiction? Miss Patty entertains the gents who call the Stars Hollow phone sex hotline and Kirk is for the ladies.

I'm sorry I'm just trying to distract myself from the Upcoming Horrors. Lorelai: This is very important to your daughter and she has never asked you for anything, and although your constant non presence in her life and your lack of ever showing up when you promise to be there or calling when you say you're going to call or basically doing anything you promise to do would tend to indicate that you owe her big time, and before you say no, I want you to take a minute to remember you have a great daughter and she has a mother who will hunt you down like a half price Kate Spade purse if you disappoint her. Wow that is so terribly sad. Rip him a new asshole Lorelai!

Not this assclown smiling clownily while the mother of his child rips into him for being a shitty father. Crustypher blows Lorelai's mind when he actually agrees to escort Rory to the cotillion. The hilariously vague Netflix description of this episode reads "Lorelai finds herself attracted to a changed man." I'm nervous. The Horrors, they are upon us now.

Oh hey there's Dean's self portrait behind the couch. And now for your favorite game and mine, "Bargaining WIth Buttheads."

Prince Charming here didn't have his nap and bottle today so he's having a widdle shitfit. He's gonna give Wory a widdle utlimatum before he agrees to escort her to the ball.

This seems like a bizarre, lopsided compromise. He'll dress up in a coat and tails and go to a frigging cotillion as long as she watches some dumb tv show with him for the next month...? You held all the chips in this bargain, buddy. You could have asked for a handjob. At least a handjob. Maybe even two. Maybe DURING Battlebots. Maybe then you wouldn't be so cranky. I'm spearheading a new initiative called Handjobs For The Hollow. More handjobs all around for the men in The Hollow to mellow them out.

I'm not a religious person, but leave poor God out of this.

Rory:"Is it a sack filled with 16 years of back child support payments?"

Rory needs to take that thing, bludgeon Crusty, then go inside and bludgeon Dean. An opportunity like this rarely presents it self more than once.

I'm just saying, Jack Pearson died saving his family from a house fire.

Me: Lorelai, you're going to end up the subject of a true crime podcast. Lorelai: What's a podcast? Me: Nevermind...

Oooh, shopping bags. Looks like someone Escaped The Hollow And Visited The Real World™ Swell, even Richard is being a dickhead too. Get your peanuts, get your popcorn, It's a Three Ring Butt Circus and all the clowns are present and accounted for.

It's the Waltz Of The Sugarplum Buttheads.

Oh please do go on Crusty...Enlighten us with your crusty widsom...so, yeah while you're doing that, I'm just going to be...over here. Doing...stuff.

He always looks chronically constipated. Someone had to say it.

This cannot be good.

As always, Miss Patty has no chill. She is my hero.

Please tell me she poisoned his latte when he had his back turned. Lorelai: Asking Luke to make a chai anything is insane. Crusty: I think he just threw a cinnamon stick in some tea. Lorelai: It wasn't a cinnamon stick. Ah, so Luke poisoned his drink. My good man.

Damn. So close :(

Fascinating. Just fascinating. Do go on. I'm just going to be over there...buying some popcorn... Crusty sits Lorelai down to mansplain what a job is. See, it's this thing where you go to the same place every day, and then at the end of the day you feel like you've done something and earned something. My man Crusty here didn't think he'd like having one of these job things, but shucks, he was pleased to discover that he "quite enjoys the stability." Jack Pearson also went back into a burning house to save the dog. I'm just saying.

What a pity that David Sutcliffe and his character are both complete tools because honestly, he was really cute. Lorelai and Crusty turn around to see Dean about to hurl Rory to the ground inside Miss Patty's.

He can't kiss, he has no rhythm, he's not attractive, he's dull, he's mean, and he's not very smart, but damn, the ladies love Dean for some reason, especially Rory's mom.

Crusty and Dean searching for their reflections in the mirror and coming up empty because they're ButtVampires.

Tie it nice and tight, Crusty. Lorelai, mocking high society debutantes: Idk how Rory is ever going to make it in society! She's going to get a job and only get married once! Well, Lorelai is no Miss Cleo, that's for sure.

Lorelai: My parents are openly fighting. They've never done that before. What should I do? Crusty: Move to California, that's what I do when my parents fight. That sentence doesn't make any sense. Sounds like The Male Gilmore Girls Characters California Wormhole (which has at one point or another swallowed Max, Jess, and Dave Rygalski) sucked up another victim but unfortunately It didn't like how he tasted and spit him back out to Connecticut.

But just like your promises to your daughter, you didn't keep your word and let us all down by not having one. Crusty: I have to stay up to do work. Lorelai: *laughs* Sorry, I keep forgetting that's not a joke anymore. Jack Pearson served in Vietnam, I'm just saying.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #Crusty #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 2 #Presenting Lorelai Gilmore #Jess Mariano #Luke Danes

[lunagojo]

Imagine Bruce wayne (Arkhamverse ) with a deadpool s/o

and him dealing with a 4th wall braking antihero who he has to no longer wory about them dying they can't

Them being mad at batman for taking their favorite guns away and them Dora the expora asking the reader wher it is

a/n: I can never find gifs of Arkhamverse Bruce...

Arkhamverse! Bruce Wayne with a S/O That's Like Deadpool

Ok so when I said in my last post that opposites attract...

Well they do.

Case in point, you and Bruce

...In all brutal honesty...Bruce did NOT like you at first

Like...at all

You were a constant headache of his, a nuisance, a liability

Despite him telling you to get lost all the time and leave him to do his job, you kept coming back, trying to help him where you could, basically using yourself as a body shield for him

There was one such occurrence where you took several dozen bullets for him from some of Two-Face's goons

Bruce was shocked, thinking that you'd gone and gotten yourself killed

But no. You got right back up and kept on going

Bruce was like ??? You weren't even wearing a bullet proof vest and you were bleeding like crazy and yet...you were completely fine???

Bruce hated to admit that he was actually really worried about you

To have someone die on his watch was something that would destroy him

And...he had to admit

..................he kinda liked you

As much as you annoyed him, your antics were kinda...endearing, sometimes, though he would never say it out loud

He has a reputation to keep!

(yeah ok Vengeance)

From that point on he allowed you to hang around him more, and you soon gained his trust, something that is not easily earned

Bruce is one of the few people who can see through your joking facade and see the pain in your eyes, your body language

"...You're just constantly in agony aren't you?" He'd ask one night, perched atop a radio tower with you as you both looked over the city

"...Heh, I don't know what you mean, Batboy." You replied, though you shifted a bit uncomfortably

"I can tell." He looked at you, expression unreadable

It was then that you finally showed him your face

Pulling off your mask, you looked at him sheepishly, awaiting the sound of disgust that you knew would come from him

but, to your surprise, he made no such noise.

He patiently listened while you explained what happened to you, and when you were done Bruce sucked in a breath, before taking off his own cowl, revealing his identity to you

You had bared your soul to him in that moment, and so he did the same

He honestly was expecting you to be surprised but instead you chuckled a bit.

"I'm not surprised it's you." You'd say.

Bruce finally exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "You're something else."

From that night on you two were inseparable

Bruce admired that despite your pain, despite your past and your hurt, you still kept a (mostly) positive attitude

He rarely ever has to worry about you, thanks to your abilities, but he does worry about your pain tolerance

He's always there to reassure you when you're insecure about your appearance, he knows it's a sensitive subject for you

You're the only one who can make him laugh, tbh, which is a hell of a feat

...You weren't laughing all that much, though, when Bruce took away your guns

"No killing, Y/N."

"....But Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuceeee...." You'd turn to the invisible audience. "Do you guys see what I have to deal with? At least he's tall dark and brooding, am I right?"

"Y/N...who are you talking to?"

He doesn't pay much mind to that particular little quirk of yours, he honestly just thinks it's a sort of coping mechanism

Whenever he comes in from a long night with Hello Kitty bandaids all over his arms, Alfred raises a brow: "I see Y/N has already taken care of your injuries, sir."

Alfred has barred you from the kitchen, btw, after a certain pancake incident

No one would imagine that you two could end up in one of the most loving and supportive relationships ever but you have :)

#hope you like ! #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman #dc x reader #bruce wayne #deadpool

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Whenever I've heard people talk about having a moment of clarity, I always imagined it as sort of fanfic-style, with eyes widening and a small 'oh' of understanding.

A few weeks ago, I had my moment of clarity, not for the first time either, but this time it really sank in, and it was nothing like fanfiction. It was ugly; I was crying and trying to forget what I had realized because it meant that I was going to have to upend my life, that I was going to have to feel emotions I hate, and that I would have to hurt the ones I love.

I've spent the last month pretending it didn't happen, but it's been bubbling underneath the surface, throwing me into disordered thinking of self-loathing and suicidal ideation, where it was literally all I could think about for days on end. I haven't been able to go on walks, bike rides, or anything that leaves me alone with my thoughts.

I've self-medicated with low-dosage edibles, but that was just slapping a Band-Aid on an open wound.

It came to a head last night after two straight days of suicidal ideation. I opened the door to the possibility of returning to my home country, and I don't think I've ever felt so relieved.

I know that I'm going to have to deal with adversity, that I'm going to have to do a lot of hard work to get myself back to where I was before I moved.

The last time I had one of these 'realizations' was near the end of 2017, and it came with an emotional breakdown as well.

In early 2018, I went home for a month, and I felt so alone. I was curled up on my brother's couch, crying, and missing everyone I had left in California.

I swore that I wouldn't leave again, that I would do my best to always stay in California, where I was comfortable and content.

I think one of the differences between now and then is that I am more emotionally mature. Another difference is that I am not in constant agony from having my nerves compressed between two discs. The pain will still show up, and I need to take breaks, but it isn't as bad as it used to be, which I felt made me dependent on my Californian family

I'm going to visit my brother in December and see if that feeling comes back because no matter where you go, there you are.

Am I what is making myself miserable, or has it been my situation?That I've been trapped in a dead-end job with no room for advancement? My visa doesn't permit me to go to school (the cost of post-secondary education in the US doesn't allow it either); it doesn't permit me to apply for all sorts of benefits, nor does it allow me to apply for a green card.

I've been static for the last decade. I've certainly had emotional growth, but nothing else. I haven't been able to step forward or backward. I can move laterally, but I can't grow in any way (except in weight).

It's only been a day, but I've felt so much lighter. I've been thinking about all the things I can do back in Canada: go to the doctor and get my spine looked at, have a place to myself, enjoy the cold and snow, go to school, and start a new career path. I feel like I am regaining control.

I'm afraid I'll end up alone in the dark, crying for my California family, because I do love them, but I can't just tread water anymore; I need to swim towards the shore.

P.T. Barnum said that comfort is the enemy of progress, and he's right. I've been comfortable and content. I've been lazy. I've been happy to do nothing, except I don't think I've actually been happy. I've enjoyed not working my tail off for a boss that doesn't appreciate me and pays me a pittance, but now it's time to be responsible again. I need to see my family, visit my grandmother before I no longer can, get back into shape, and make a change. I want to help and advocate for people; I want to talk to whatever MP I will have and try to make a positive change somehow. I'm ready to be uncomfortable again.

When I had my moment of clarity last month, I couldn't imagine ever feeling relieved or excited; I thought I would only be scared.

I cannot emphasize just how chilling it is to have a moment of clarity; it feels like jumping into a frozen lake. There's the initial shock as it hits you, but then you're left shivering and trying to recover from the shock.

I hope I won't have another moment of clarity once I've moved back.

#personal #journal entry #cw suicide mention #cw drug use mention