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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Ain't Easy | J.M.

Summary: in which you have an asthma attack, but JJ is there to help you. Warnings: description of asthma attack Word Length: 1.4k Abbreviations: Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname

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You had suffered with asthma for as long as you could remember, but it was mostly manageable at this point in your life. You had a couple inhalers that you carried around when you remembered, but you rarely had to use them anymore.

JJ had witnessed you have an asthma attack only once before. It was when you were running away from Rafe and the physical exertion had gotten to you. Luckily, you two were able to hide out of view and you pointed towards your backpack, guiding JJ to place the inhaler against your lips. He had been frantic, his eyes wide and terrified. After you caught your breath again, you reassured him that you were alright. He insisted that you teach him what to do if, god forbid, this happened again. You had taught him the basics, and he listened intently with caring blue eyes.

This was several months ago, and you had yet to have another one since. One thing many people don’t know about asthma, is that it can be caused by many things other than physical exertion. Asthma attacks can be triggered by allergies, pollen, dry air, humidity, and even storms.

Unfortunately for you, the others had chosen a very humid day for a much needed, relaxing boat trip. Relaxation was the goal, at least, but this humidity was making it difficult. You felt like you were trying to breathe in something solid, rather than air. At least you and everyone else were suffering together.

"Ugh," Kiara exasperated. "It's so gross I am literally sticking to my shorts." She pulled at her ripped jean shorts and sure enough, they peeled up as if they were stuck with tape.

You sat in the back of the boat, fanning yourself with a magazine and wiping the back of your neck, feeling it slick with sweat. The attempts to cool yourselves were futile. No matter how many times you splashed into the water you still seemed to dry off instantly, the scorching sun blazing on you and your friends.

"Should we jump in again?" Offered Pope, whose sweat was glistening on his forehead.

"Yes please," JJ countered, taking his flip flops off in preparation.

"I'm gonna stay here," Sarah spoke, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a bun.

"Me too," you agreed. "Feels pointless. I might go in again later, though."

"Suit yourself," JJ winked at you and leapt into the twinkling water below. The others followed suit, causing a few stray beads of water to spray on your legs.

"Want a drink?" Sarah asked, peeling herself from the sticky boat seat and drifting towards the cooler.

"Yeah, just a beer is fine, thanks," you muttered, beginning to feel a light stinging in your chest.

She handed the cold can to you, and you smiled in appreciation before opening it and taking a sip in hopes it would calm your quickly beating heart and heavy breathing. You breathed out; it came out shaky and unsure.

"You okay?" Sarah offered, peering at you from under light lashes as she dug through her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she sat down next to you.

"Yeah," you choked out. "It's just so hot." You laughed, trying to ease the worry in your chest.

"I know, right," Sarah started. "It's at least like 95 degrees right now. I've never wanted AC so bad, like..."

Sarah's voice seemed to trail off and dissipate as your throat began tightening, strangling you. You gasped, trying to find air to fill your dry airways.

"Y/N?"

Sarah's face appeared in front of you. You couldn't hear her through the ringing in your ears, but you read your name on her lips.

"Inh-" you tried to speak, but only a squeak was able to come out from your sun-baked lips.

Sarah looked confused; she didn't understand what you were trying to say to her. Then it hit you. You had forgotten to pack your inhaler today. Shit! Usually, you were more careful than this, but when you had an attack maybe once every 6 months, it was easy to let it slip your mind.

Sarah noticed your eyes widen, hers becoming frantic. What is happening? Is she having a panic attack? She thought to herself.

"J-" you choked out, hoping Sarah would understand. She did.

"JJ? You want JJ?" She popped up then, dashing to the other end of the boat.

"JJ!" She hollered, desperately.

"What?" JJ said casually; he was floating on his back in the water. "I'm relaxing."

"JJ, it's Y/N! Hurry!"

This got JJ's attention. He crawled up the boat ladder swiftly, racing towards you.

"Baby?" He probed, blue eyes wide in worry. Then he realized -- he had seen this reaction from you before. You were having an asthma attack.

"Where's your inhaler?" He urged you, lake water dripping from his strands of blonde hair and onto the floor of the boat. Both his large hands were placed on either side of your arms.

"I don't," you choked out, "have it."

"Shit," JJ hollered, looking away for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Hold on."

He began rifling through his backpack that was sat next to yours and pulled out a small object. Your extra inhaler. He had it?

"Here baby," he cooed, holding the medicine up to your dry lips, willing you to breathe it in.

It took a couple pumps of the contraption for you to start to breathe normally again. JJ stroked the sides of your arms with his damp hands and watched you intently. The others had made their way back onto the boat, watching silently, concerned for you.

You sighed loudly, finally able to catch your breath. You leaned your head back against the edge of the boat behind you.

"You're okay," JJ spoke softly, pulling the stray strands of hair away from your face. He recalled from the last attack that you lost all your energy from the exertion it took to try to breathe.

You coughed then, your head shooting up. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your thighs. JJ's hand reached up to rub your back soothingly, and he looked at the others as someone spoke.

"Is she-" Kiara's voice spoke.

"She's fine," JJ barked, knowing you didn't want to be pitied, "just give her a second."

As a child, you had asthma attacks more frequently. You could still feel the sorrowful gazes from your classmates throughout grade school and you hated it. You were a strong person, and you didn't want your asthma to define you in the way that it once had.

"Thank you." You were finally able to choke out a coherent reply to your caring boyfriend, who still sat, crouched in front of you.

"Yeah," he grinned lopsidedly at you, a smile you adored more than practically anything else in the world. "Do you need anything?"

You ignored his question, your own suddenly returning to you.

"Why did you have my extra inhaler?"

"Oh," he started, "I hope you don't mind. I snagged it from your place. I figured it might come in handy." He grinned again, a subtle nod to your current state, and wiggled the inhaler in his hand.

Tears pricked your eyes.

"Fuck, thank you," you muttered. You felt grateful, but also guilty that your boyfriend had to be the one to take care of you. "God, how did I forget it the one day I needed it? I'm so stupid!"

"Hey, hey," he became more serious, but still had his typical joking undertone. "C'mon, Y/N/N. You barely get 'em anymore. We just gotta make sure at least one of us has one for ya from now on."

You groaned, knowing he was right, but you still felt so stupid. JJ could tell.

"C'mere," he declared, and plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

"Ew, you're gross and sweaty," you blanched dramatically, pulling away.

"Is that any way to talk to me?" He joked, pulling you closer. "Look, I know it ain't easy bein' wheezy, but I kind of saved your life."

You groaned playfully and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. Luckily, the rest of the group had resumed their normal pursuits, leaving you to relax against JJ and get some much-needed rest. His other hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as the boat advanced back towards the mainland.

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papercupids · 11 months

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living w svt; headcanons ('97 line version)

pairing -> minghao x reader, mingyu x reader, seokmin x reader.

warnings -> being sick in hao's part, mentions of alcohol and being drunk in seokmin's.

word count -> 1533 words.

a/n -> mingyu's part has me so weak in my heart n knees but also seokmin's <3333 let me know if yall want a 96/95 line version!

-> read the maknae line version here! -> read the '96 line version here!

☆ minghao.

it was afternoon already and no matter how many times you planned to wake up on a reasonable time on the weekend, it never really happened. but then you couldn't get yourself to be very harsh about it to yourself or minghao, after all these were the days that you would really get to be together and to relax.

he was still sleeping when you woke up and deciding to make something, stepped inside the kitchen. you did feel kind of odd but it only got focused on when minghao came up behind you.

he had his arms around from the back, "we should go back to sleep,"

"we need to eat, hao,"

"wait, wait," his voice suddenly sounded much more awake than before, he came beside you and asked you to face him.

"why do you feel so warm?" he touched your arm, and then neck and then finally your forehead. "are you kidding me? you have a fever, go back to bed, i'll make you something,"

"i don't think-"

"hush, i don't even know how you managed to be sick, god, you’re so irresponsible, i need to make chicken soup now. and why are you still standing there? go to bed. you’re lucky tomorrow is a sunday. sleep it off."

he keeps on muttering, he acts like a complete asian mother when it comes to you being sick. and true to his words, he comes in a while later with a bowl of chicken soup in his hands and as you sip on it, he checks your temperature again.

"we need a wet cloth,"

so after you’re done with the soup, he wets a towel and puts it to your head.

"how do you feel?"

"a little headache,"

"okay, okay, here's what we're going to do, you’re going to close your eyes and i'm going to call you when the dinner's ready, you’re not getting up before that unless it's to use the bathroom, okay?"

"yes, sir,"

he brings a bottle of water and keeps it on the bedside table.

"keep drinking this until you fall asleep, okay?"

you nod your head.

you didn’t think it was that big of a fever, maybe a routine one that wasn't that serious but minghao's strict mom mode has turned on and you were sure your efforts of trying to tell him that this was nothing would be met with him shutting you up, so you lay in bed.

as he leaves to make you dinner, you call out his name.

"hao,"

"what's wrong, baby?"

"can't you just order something? please stay with me,"

his eyes soften and he sits beside you on the bed, he strokes your face gently, it's not as warm as it was before. and he removes the towel and bows down to kiss your forehead.

"i love you,"

☆ mingyu.

"five more minutes, baby, jus' five more,"

mingyu's arm is wrapped around you entirely, and you have no choice but to oblige. as five minutes pass (you're not consciously looking at the clock, but you’re just nervous) you call out to him again.

"mingyu? baby? five minutes are up," you can't turn your head due to the close proximity and the grip that he has on you but you guess that he's asleep.

"mingyu, we need to go, your parents are going to be waiting for us,”

“I think it’s okay if we delay it to next week, it’s not everyday we get to sleep in like this,”

“Mmhm, while that is true, we made a commitment and we need to follow through on it,”

In between your bickering, your phone rings, and you push out from mingyu’s arms to reach it, and get up, clear your throat.

“It’s your mother,”

“Why is she calling you not me-” you sit down on the bed.

“Sh, yes, we’re about to come there,” mingyu tries getting up to listen in, but you keep on pushing him away.

“Oh, is that so?”

He looks at you confused.

“No worries, it’s alright,”

“Yes, yes, we don’t mind at all,”

“He’s doing good, he’s in the bath right now,” to which mingyu lets out a laugh, you were a little too good at this.

And he wondered how better you would be.

He thought about the ring. The one in his work bag a few steps way but he put away his thoughts as he asked you what his mother said.

“She said your dad got them both tickets for a movie today and we’d have to cancel the lunch, he forgot we had it scheduled,”

His happiness knew no bounds, “come back to bed now, please, babe,”

“Ugh, fine, you have me,”

As you snuggle into bed again, it gets quiet, mingyu has suddenly become quiet.

“Mingyu, everything okay?”

Mingyu turns to your side, his expressions suddenly serious.

“Why are you looking at me?” you laugh because you don’t have a clue what he’s doing.

“Say i ask you to marry me, what would be your answer?”

And you weren’t laughing anymore, “don’t joke about this mingyu,”

His voice drops to almost a whisper and you see it in his eyes, “i’m not joking, i would never joke about it,”

You lean into him and place a kiss on his forehead, “yes, yes i would,”

“Really?” his face lights up. “You’re not just saying that right?”

“You just said it yourself, why would i joke about it?”

“Well, wait then,” he gets out of the comforter and runs outside the room, to his study room, and comes back, his hands behind his back.

“Mingyu, oh my god, you didn’t,”

“Oh, but i did,”

You’re on the verge of tearing up when he slowly brings his hands to the front and gets down on his knee. This is how you execute a perfect proposal - intimate, spontaneous, and comfortable.

“I love you,” you whisper as he slips the ring on your finger, when he gets up, he picks you up and swirls you around, normally you would protest but today you can’t help but let all your care and worry melt away.

☆ seokmin.

seokmin is the first one to notice it, always. the slow fluttering of your eyes, the way your conversations start dwindling with others and the way your words slowly start slurring together. he's the first one to notice that you're way too tired of this gathering, and you want, more than anything but you won't ever say it in fear that you ruin seokmin's evening, to go home.

but what you never understood was that all of this came very secondary to him - sure, he loved his friends, sure he loved hanging out with them but when you needed him, then that is where he'll be. always.

so he takes your hand in his, surprised at how cold it is, even after all this time, even when he knows that your body temperature has always been fairly cooler than his.

"i'm kinda tired," he says, "can we leave?" one of the main tricks here was to flip the situation on him, you never came straight out and told him, even when he asked you multiple times so he gave up and used his telepathic abilities for you.

"are you sure?" you ask, maybe it was the fact that seokmin noticed or maybe those were your soulmate cells that got exhausted of social gatherings at the same time, you thought.

he nods at you, "i think i've had enough drinks for tonight, let’s go,"

he bids goodbye to his friends, who plan on leaving soon too, and you hug the ones that had made your evening so happy.

afterwards in the taxi, you lay your head on his shoulders.

"seokmin?"

"hmmm?"

"we're going home,"

you bring up your linked hands together to point what you mean. home, with him.

"yes, baby, our home." he grins.

and you don't remember when you knock out on his shoulder.

you have no clue of how you made it from the taxi to the apartment but somehow with seokmin supporting your frame and the walls and railings helping you, you do make it and the next thing you remember is the way seokmin tucks you in, and you realize you've been changed out of your uncomfortable outdoor clothes too, he's so gentle with it that you can forget that he's just as tired as you, possibly more. and then he grabs the blue bottle.

"removing makeup?" your grammar is really not the best when you're drowsy, but he nods.

after he's done, he changes his clothes himself and then gets into bed, glad that he can finally go to sleep, and right beside you.

now, he knows you're sleeping, but he can't help but pull you in closer, feel you. it was such a wonder to him in the past that you were actually dating him, and he could actually you his, but now this was all the more wonderful, that you would actually be in his arms every night. the day could bring on whatever it wanted to, as long as he had the nights with you, he would do it all and more for you.

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stabbyfoxandrew · 3 months

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good morning and happy wipwednesday <3

I'm so happy to see you're excited to write this week and I'll humbly request arsonist!neil

also happy valentines day (if that's what people say we don't really have that in my country) <3

WIP Wednesday (2/14) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 95)

As usual, Andrew is the first to board the Fire Bus. He taps his foot against the floorboard and waits for a couple minutes before the rest of his motley crew finally get their ducks in a row. Boyd is the next to show, dropping into the driver’s seat like a block of lead. He turns the engine over and starts tapping an address into the GPS monitor. Andrew doesn’t give it a second thought, until Renee climbs up.

She glances up into the front and gasps, “Matt, are we going to St. Agnes’?”

Ah, that’s why it was familiar.

“Uh, yeah.” Boyd says, half turning in his seat.

Renee’s eyes widen and her hand comes to cover her mouth. “Oh no. Did they say how bad?”

“No, but it’s gonna be fine. Best in the business on our way,” Boyd smiles. “As soon as my wife gets in here.”

The passenger door opens and Wilds hops in as if on cue. “I’m ready, let’s roll.”

“It’ll be alright, Renee.” Andrew says softly. Renee nods, then says something under her breath that must be a prayer.

—

There is not a fire at St. Anges’. There is nothing at all going on at St. Agnes’, well except for Mass. Andrew isn’t exactly sure what that means, but when the truck rolls up an old guy wearing robes comes out.

“There isn’t any fire. I don’t know who could’ve called that in.” He says, looking confused. “Service is just about to start, if you’d like—”

At that, Andrew turns on his heel and returns to his beloved backseat. He’d rather lick the trucks’ tires— all six of them— than listen to that. He sighs and pulls off his coat to drop it on the bench beside him. False alarms are better than having to stand in an inferno for hours, Andrew thinks. If his evening is going to be free, he can spend it talking to a certain idiot instead.

It only takes a couple more minutes for the rest of the team to return. And once they’re inside, Boyd starts up the truck— again— and turns them back towards the station. Renee gives Andrew a look before shaking her head.

“What.”

“You know what. That was really rude. Father Paul is very nice.”

“He’s not my Father,” Andrew says, crossing his arms. “And I don’t see why he felt the need to invite us in. We aren’t vampires. Or are we?”

“Andrew,” Renee rolls her eyes, then laughs.

“Perhaps St. Agnes put out the fire for us,” Andrew says, contemplatively. “Can’t saints do that kind of thing?”

“Actually… Maybe. But St. Florian is the saint of firefighters,” Renee says.

“And Agnes is what? The saint of golfers?”

“Nope. Rape survivors."

“Oh." Andrew sits there with his foot in his mouth for a second. "Well, good for her.”

#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #tisaqslur #long part for you beloved! also <33333 #long post #this part got away from me. i don't even know why i wrote it but i think i like it.#not sure if i will include it in like The Final Fic?? but!!! renee and andrew interactions :D

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janfraiser · 5 months

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“will you call me when you got there safely?” + Cam and Arastoo?

I neeeeed to write these two like I need air so thank you for this prompt. Set post-canon/present day. I'm listening to midnights while I write this and honestly that's probably a threat all things considered

"I'm sorry, Arastoo," Cam sighs, "I really wanted to be there."

"You don't need to apologize, Cam," her husband says. "We're no stranger to murder victims messing up our schedules."

"But tomorrow is a big day for you, and I wanted to be there," Cam protests. "It's bad enough you have to drive up tonight by yourself, I can't believe I'm not going to see your first keynote presentation."

"We can only hope there will be more," Arastoo points out with a self-deprecating laugh. "And Michelle already said she would drive Isaiah and Jordan up, so you don't have to worry about a seventeen-year-old on I-95. Of course I wanted you here, but it's not as if I'll be alone-- and I'm sure nobody at the lab would mind if you put the livestream on."

"You make a good point," Cam acquiesces, shaking her head at Arastoo's innate talent for relieving her anxiety. "You should send Tyler the link too-- I remember being nineteen, I bet he'll take any excuse for a break from finals studying this time of year."

Arastoo laughs again. "Will do."

"Doctor Saroyan," says a new grad student who hasn't stopped shaking like a leaf since her arrival, "Doctor Brennan sent me to ask when--"

Cam holds a hand up to stop her and turns away, unwilling to hang up the phone yet. "Babe, I have guts to get through, but you'd better believe I'm gonna be breathing down Booth's neck to get this over with so we can all celebrate together as soon as possible."

"That's not necessary." She can hear his smile. "I love you. Good luck with the guts."

"Call me when you get there safely?" The intern isn't leaving, despite the fact that the body obviously still has flesh on it. "I love you too."

"I'll call. Give the boys my love too."

"Of course, Arastoo." Cam sighs and turns back to the grad student. "Drive safe. Bye."

"Doctor Brennan wants to know if the bones are--"

"Do they look clean?" Cam snaps. Usually she tries her best not to be short with the interns, but she's not in the best of moods today.

"I'll tell her you're still busy," the student says meekly.

Cam sighs and drops her head into her hands.

#bones #bonestv #camille saroyan #arastoo vaziri #camastoo #otp: i love the way you protect me #dawn tag #julie writes #they mean the world to meeee #i love writing domestic camastoo

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aberooski · 1 year

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Can you imagine if Syrus' friends are just as confused as the audience regarding the fact that Syrus never snapped or became evil?

Imagine them being like, "Are you sure you don't want to go apeshit now?" quite a lot of times and Syrus always shrugging like, "Nah, not right now."

Even Zane would be a bit on the edge by the time Syrus is in charge of his recovery.

Honestly Syrus had every right to snap at some point over Zane's treatment of him. Zane treated him so bad for so long that he suffers debilitating anxiety and extremely low self-esteem and self worth. But he never held a single thing against Zane. Honestly no one did for more than a single episode for the purpose of the episodic narrative.

Syrus looks up to Zane so much that he believes everything Zane says about him is right and that he has every right to treat him as poorly as he does. He adores his brother, he loves him and idolizes him and tries so hard to make him proud and after meeting Jaden and start to gain a little more confidence and learn to believe in himself, try to prove Zane wrong.

But no matter what people still see him as being in Zane's shadow. They tackle that in episode 4 season 2: "Sad But Truesdale" one of my favorite episodes btw lol which is really the only time we see him even remotely snap or get confrontational and stand up for himself, or at least it's the first time we see that.

But the thing is, at that point he and Zane have.... sort of made amends, namely Zane telling Sy he proved him wrong about saying Sy didn't belong at Duel Academy and saying he loves him before sacrificing himself to protect him from Camula back in episode 32, but being in season 2, Zane is about to go dark himself. which therein lies the reignited of the big issue.

Because after all of that progress they made, when Zane goes dark he reverts back to not caring about Syrus but even worse than before. Even back in season 1 they try to give you hints that he might actually care about Syrus a little bit not that I believe it for a second, but now he truly doesn't care at all. Not just not caring about Syrus but not caring about anyone. But it really comes to a head in episode 95, when Syrus duels Zane to try and remind him of who he used to be, but also to prove to Zane that he's strong enough to face him and strong enough to be a true duelist. Which only serves to land him in the hospital with Zane just writing him off as weak and just as worthless and weak as he had always said he was before. Just pure emotional whiplash for Sy to deal with after the progress they started making in season 1. I literally wrote an entire one shot about it that episode fucks me up so much and makes me so mad and upset But then there's even more whiplash in season 3 because Zane comes back and protects him in Dark World and helps him work through his conflicting feelings about Jaden, and then after basically bestowing Sy unto Jay:

"You can’t leave Syrus! 😢 He needs a big brother! 😭"

"He's got one. 😌"

LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP EVERYWHERE STOP I CAN'T

and telling Syrus he's proud of him he says literally nothing to Sy in the sub and I hate that just dies right in front of him.

Boom. More trauma.

And then they back pedal on his death and he's alive again in season 4 and Sy dedicates so much time and effort and attention and love hinto being his caretaker. When he has every right not to. Syrus is too good to be Zane's brother. Zane doesn't deserve him.

I know I've been blabbing on here and, but listen Sy's my favorite ever I have a lot to say akaksk 😂 Syrus had every right to snap at some point, that's my whole point, and the whole point of this whole ask I'm sorry for the whole dissertation happening here akksksk

Syrus needed to have his

Moment at some point. He deserved to get frustrated with Zane, to hold him accountable for everything he said and did to him. I hate that no one ever held anything against Zane and just gave him a pass for his abusive behavior. Syrus can if he wants to, that's his right and his choice but the others shouldn't have allowed it to continue happening and not call him out on it more than the one time Jay did in episode 8 and then just dropped it.

I know if I were his friend I would be very surprised he hadn't snapped ever. I think they all should be surprised, but also at the same time it's just not the type of person Sy is. He gets into arguments and is confrontational with people sometimes it's Hassleberry 9 times out of 10 lol but generally speaking he's very timid and is just content with his situation because Zane has beaten him down so much over the years. If anything they would be more surprised if he did snap or go dark, but I think if he did it would open their eyes to how they contributed to the problem by not actually holding Zane accountable for his actions.

But for the sake of this scenario, I think they might even encourage him to just let loose because holding all that stuff in isn't healthy, but he'd say no even though he definitely would want to deep down.

A real:

Kind of moment if you will. That's what they'd be trying to get him to do, but Syrus not allowing himself to let those feelings out and just having them pile up and fester while putting on the facade that he's okay and isn't angry about everything Zane put him through... yeah I think everyone should be worried and surprised that he hasn't snapped at that point and Zane should be very nervous about Sy taking the role as his caretaker. Because when he finally does snap? All I can say is yikes and good luck because when he finally does allow himself to snap in this scenario I think he would reach a really low spot because he's already there. He would just sink even lower.

They're gonna need all hands on deck to bring him back from that eruption of emotion and pain. Because letting the floodgates open to release that much hurt, I can tell you, not for the same reasons but from being hurt by people before, it's extremely difficult to close those gates again.

And one last point to that end, you know who I think would be integral to saving Sy from that? Chazz. Because he also has horrible and intense older sibling trauma and pain that he's trying to heal from himself, and it's not even all that different from his in some ways. He can understand Syrus's feelings better than anyone, and really sympathize with him and having someone who can even remotely understand his hurt would help Sy so much when he finally does snap. It would be double special too because they never really mixed all that well, but as shitty of a thing to relate to is, this they have in common. And I'd love to see them not like... trauma bond, but trauma bond if you know what I mean aksksk like kinda actually be friends. Because Jaden loves his bestie, but he and the others could only help so much because they know what he's been through, but don't really understand.

Chazz does.

Me currently typing this out:

#again I am SO sorry for the fucking novel you just recieved my anon friend 😭#I just wrote a whole doctoral dissertation akskskksks #but in all seriousness I wish they let Sy actually deal with all of this #someone get that poor baby a therapist 😭#yugioh gx #ygo gx #syrus truesdale #sho marufuji #zane truesdale #ryo marufuji #jaden yuki #judai yuki #chazz princeton #jun manjoume #abby's in her unhinged era #aberooski asks #answered

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ace-oreos · 5 months

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Dar Reads Lady Knight: Ch. 4

I decided to test out a new system of reading the chapter in full and then making this post, which worked out really well until I forgot to go back and make the post. So! Here it is at last.

I always love the title of this chapter: Kel Takes Command. She finally gets to put the skills she learned into action.

aalkdfljasf Kel's flag! I feel like this is such an underrated emotional moment. I know it makes me Feel Things when the camp posts her personal flag since she is now the commanding officer.

Lots of description of the camp's layout and the surrounding terrain. Props to Tammy for including this and knowing which features are important from a defense standpoint.

"Wyldon had given her no advice about how to actually take command, and this man seemed determined to dump everything in her lap at once" (pg. 81). Poor Kel, lol.

Another little nod to her role as the protector of the small when she's talking to the captain. "His manner itched her, though. He didn't talk about others as if they were human, only animals to be driven" (pg. 84).

I love how Kel has grown to the point where she doesn't bother listening to what the men say about her. She knows they'll either respect her or they won't, so she's not going to waste her energy trying to convince them she deserves it.

Dom's back! At least for a little bit.

I love her camaraderie with Wolset and Fulcher, too.

"It was me that thought of it,' Corporal Wolset said. 'And you what nearly ruined the embroidering,' retorted Corporal Fulcher" (pg. 89). I forgot about this little exchange about Kel's flag. It made me laugh.

I love when she addresses her men for the first time. She's so nervous but she's going to give it her best shot or die trying.

Her feelings re: the convict soldiers are really telling about who she is. Her predecessor treated them like dirt and gave them only the minimum they need to survive, but Kel intends to make sure they're fed and clothed properly. Bless her.

Her conversation with Gil Lofts about the raid on the bandits when she was a page is another favorite moment of mine. The fact that one of the convict soldiers can vouch for her does wonders for her reputation with the others who don't know her.

"I'm not sure that being known for gutting a man is exactly a recommendation for a commander" (pg. 95). I love her humor and how she chooses to look at things.

"You all know why we're here. You know the enemy. He will be on us soon. When he comes, we will fight not for some glorious cause, but to survive. The gods have given us time to prepare, and we must take advantage of every moment of it" (pg. 95). I know I already talked about this quote in my first post, but it's one of my top five Kel quotes. It's just her. Pragmatic, straightforward, doesn't patronize the people she's addressing. Brilliant.

Haven! The mudpit now has a name! Once again, naming it that is another prime example of a Kel Moment.

Chapter five post coming soon! I've already read through it, so ideally I'll get the post squared away shortly.

#keladry of mindelan #protector of the small #tortall #tamora pierce #dar reads lady knight

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djmarinizelablog · 2 years

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levihan motorcycle (gang) au. pls. hange is the hottest when riding a harley

Thanks for sending me this prompt, Simone! Here's a fic inspired by @koo-kachoo's art of biker!Hange. Check it out here.

Summary: After getting chased in her Harley-Davidson, Hange Zoe flirts with a rookie cop named Levi Ackerman.

This is a gift for Simone aka @halcyonstorm.

Road Devil

He stops her in the middle of I-95. Another biker, which isn't surprising for him once he's alerted by the dispatcher a few minutes ago. Black leather jackets and ripped skinny jeans are the trend of the decade. So are accidents on the turnpike caused by these daredevils.

And Levi Ackerman's got no chill. He's already ticketed about 30 of them before--all these nasty lawbreakers in hot pursuit. Scorching summers make them all so brash and stubborn. It's not even the road tricks that annoy him, to be honest. It's the fearlessness, the highway confidence of these gangsters. Once they master the stunts, they think they can conquer anything.

Pesky little gremlins, he mutters under his breath when he sees another group pass him by on the opposite side of the highway. Their pipes are roaring louder than they ought to be. If it were up to him, Levi would have put them in a cell overnight, teach them a lesson or two.

But this one's a fresh catch.

Once the biker realizes that those sirens are meant for her, she slows down on the shoulder of the highway and puts the brakes on, calm and composed like she already knows what's bound to happen. Meanwhile, Levi Ackerman is about to have a field day. He may be a rookie cop, but he's on for reprimanding the lawbreakers who deserve it.

The day is unusually hot, the heat prickling the hair on the back of his neck. When he comes up to her, she unlatches her helmet with a flair, brown hair cascading down her shoulders. "Oh, hey, it's you, Levi!" She smirks upon recognizing who he is. "What's the problem, Officer?"

Not again. This is the fifth time he's pulled her over within a month, the fifth time he's going to hear another ridiculous excuse from her. He's clearly not impressed. "Hange, you were going 90 at a 55."

"And so?"

"And so, I need to give you a ticket. That's 35 over the speed limit." He frowns at her. "Can I please see your license?"

Hange leans her elbow on her helmet, chin resting on her palm as she pouts. "Come on! Aren't we friends?"

"We are. But I'm a cop, and I don't take bribes."

"That's what I like about you," she says, enough to make him blush. Levi clears his throat and fixes the lopsided badge on his uniform before he starts writing the ticket. This is not how he expected his morning at all. Hange's tapping her fingers against the surface of her helmet when she speaks again. "I have a feeling you like doing this."

He doesn't even dare look at her. "Doing what?"

"Chasing after me for no particular reason at all."

Levi's right eyebrow shoots up. "Hange, I have a pretty good reason."

"Surely, you have something better to do in your own free time?"

He scoffs. "Humor me." Contrary to popular belief, he does have a life. Which includes feeding his pet goldfish and listening to old records on his vinyl record while sipping hot tea in his studio apartment. It's all he can afford for now.

"Well..." Hange seems to be thinking. "Why don't you go out with me, Mister Ackerman?" She says it so smoothly with all the innocence in the world, but he's still not buying it.

"Nice try."

"I'm serious!"

"Hange, I've got work."

"Obviously, not right now, silly." She bursts into laughter, and it's quite cute, he has to admit that. Hange tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe after your shift?"

He eyes her warily, cars and other vehicles passing by. "You are not getting your way out of this."

"I can give you a ride." She winks at him, patting down the seat of her Harley. "This bad boy right here might be up to your liking."

Sweet ride, Levi thinks to himself, and then, unable to help himself, goes to ask, "How long have you owned it?"

"This beast? About three years already." That's how Hange knows she's got him. Her grin widens even more. "You curious?"

He shakes his head, trying to get out of the ditch he's in. "More like, concerned. We've been getting reports from bikers the past few weeks. You guys are pretty troublesome."

"Don't worry, I've never really been in an accident with this--"

"Shit, watch out!"

A car speeds past by, startling them both. Hange knocks her bike down behind her and almost falls over with it, only for Levi to pull her into his chest to prevent the mishap. Hange's mouth falls open, but she continues to cling onto him, her arms around his shoulders, unable to balance her weight lest she topples over the asphalt. His quick reflex lets his hands drop from her arms down to her waist.

So here they are, in the highway, holding onto each other like it's the last thing they'll ever do. With her shades up, Hange's staring into his eyes, as if she's been wanting to get lost in them since forever.

"Well, I guess that counts as a sort-of accident," she says. Her breathing hasn't gone back to normal yet, and with the lack of space between them, Levi can feel her heart thumping against his chest.

He slowly lets go of her waist. "If I drop the ticket, will you promise me you'll stay out of trouble?"

"Depends if you go out with me."

There's no getting away from this. Hange Zoe will always get what she wants, which is enough to make him sigh, "Only if you don't get pulled over within the next 60 days."

"Deal." Her smile is reassuring enough for him. "You got a pen?"

He fishes out one from his pocket. Hange quickly takes it, and before he can do anything, she yanks his hand, pushing up the dark blue fabric of his sleeve.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"My number," she says, scribbling the digits to her cellphone on the upper part of his inner forearm. Levi can feel the tip of his pen digging into his flesh, Hange's hands light and steady while she's making sure everything is completely legible. As soon as she's done, Hange hands him back the pen and climbs her bike once more. "I'll see you then?"

She gives him a wink before putting on her helmet, and then her bike revs back into life. As soon as she speeds away, Levi Ackerman is left in the dust, his arm inked by Hange with her number. Even with that brief argument, he's still unable to believe that he just got a date that he's already looking forward to.

#levihan #attack on titan #levi ackerman #captain levi #hange zoe #aot #snk #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #hanji zoe #fanfic #fanfiction #djmarinizela

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 2 years

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COSMIC - S2:E4; Chapter Four, Will The Wise - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 — 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Flo?" Joyce had been phoning the police station all morning in attempts to reach the only person she thought could help. "It's Joyce, again."

"Oh, hi, Joyce. Listen, I gave him your message--"

"He's still not there?"

"No, but--"

"Did he get any of my messages from yesterday? Did you give--"

Joyce began pacing slightly, twirling the phone cord anxiously in her fingers.

"No, no, I need Hopper. Just tell him to call me the second he gets in. Please... Thank you."

She shoves the phone angrily in its place, reaching up she grabs the bridge of her nose, pinching it to calm her nerves. The stress was already getting to her.

She heard a small patter of footsteps approaching, and she put on a happy face.

"Hey. How you feeling, sleepyhead?" She brushed Will's bangs aside and ruffled his hair slightly. "Any better?"

Will, still groggy from sleep, shook his head with a grunt.

"Same as last night? Still weird?" She asked gently.

He took a seat at the kitchen table and she knelt down in front of him. Pushing the strands of hair aside, she felt for his temperature expecting a small fever. However, she hadn't picked up on anything and she figured she must need a more accurate reading.

She returned shortly with the glass thermometer and took a seat opposite him. Will sat patiently with the thermometer under his tongue and tried his best not to move it.

Joyce kept a close eye on the time, glancing up occasionally from her watch. Finally, she pulled the glass stick out of Will's mouth and was shocked to see the results.

She frowned as the red line stayed firmly at 95°. Will, who noticed her expression, spoke up.

"Is it a fever?"

She shook her head, confusion still written all over her face.

"No. Uh, actually, it's cold. Do you feel cold?"

"No. Just a little out of it." He replied, speaking slowly. "Like I haven't really woken up yet."

She looked at him quizzically, racking her brain trying to figure out what it could be.

Will, who misinterpreted her expression, grew defensive.

"You promised no doctor."

She smiled warmly and shook her head softly.

"And I meant it. No doctor," Will visibly relaxed at his mother's words. "You know what? I'm gonna run you a nice bath and it'll warm you up and hopefully get you feeling better. How's that sound? Okay?"

Joyce reached out and patted his hand gently before standing and heading into the bathroom, missing the involuntary uneasy expression her son wore.

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"Morning, Dart" Dustin chirped, having ripped off the sheet he had covered his terrarium with.

Dustin had waited until his sibling left for school to talk to his new companion. Coincidentally, he didn't have to wait long, his sibling seemed to be in an awful hurry to get to school early.

Taking off the lid, he sprinkled little chunks of nougat into the terrarium. Dart happily started nibbling.

"I gotta go to school, but I'll be back soon. Sound good?"

Dart looked up at Dustin, and chittered happily in agreement, crumbs of nougat falling from his face.

Dustin smiled in return. He placed the sheet back over the glass, forgetting to put the top back on and he left for school.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Dustin parked his bike in his usual spot next to Y/n's. His eyes scanned the bike rack, and sure enough, he recognized the usual models that belonged to his friends, parked in their usual spot. But where were his friends?

They were nowhere in sight, not that Dustin could see anyway. He stood, turning this way and scanning the campus but saw only the nameless figures of his schoolmates.

Just then he heard a familiar voice drift from the ally that led behind the school.

"Stop being a baby and do it already!"

It was Mike.

Following the noise all the way on the side of the school, he heard accompanying voices grow louder, and he finally found himself at the dumpster on the side of the school.

"This is disgusting. Is this really necessary?" Max asked, leaning on a long poking stick as the others had.

"I know, it stinks. Literally-- but we can't be too careful, we have to find him." Y/n said.

There stood Max, Mike, and Y/n. They tore their eyes away from the dumpster, towards Dustin.

Rustling was coming from inside.

"What the hell's going on?" Dustin asked.

"What do you think? We're looking for Dart." Mike said.

Suddenly, a large black trash bag came flying out of the dumpster, narrowly missing Dustin.

"Jesus!" Dustin exclaimed, jumping back, rather startled.

Another bag went flying, more garbage flew out from the large metal bin soon followed by a very disgusted and very much peeved Lucas.

He grunted as he landed on his feet from his jump.

"Well, well, well," Lucas drawled, glaring at Dustin. "Look who finally decided to show up. After I drew the short straw. Real convenient."

"Yeah, where the hell were you Dustin? You said you were right behind me," Y/n asked confused, referring to their earlier encounter with their brother.

Max gagged slightly and walked over to stand in between Y/n and Dustin.

"You stink!" She said, referring to Lucas.

Dustin smirked at Max, extra friendly, clearly happy she had joined him by his side.

"Hi, Max."

She looked at him wearily and slowly responded.

"Uh, hi?"

Dustin didn't seem to notice this but Y/n and Max shared a look, Y/n was trying not to giggle.

That is, until Dustin spoke up.

"Where's Will?"

"I tried reaching him, but I couldn't get through--" Y/n was then cut off by Mike.

"He'll be here." He said, matter-of-factly.

Y/n gave Mike an incredulous look, baffled and offended by his short temper with them.

'What the hell was his problem?' They thought.

Whether he sensed the tension growing between the two friends and wanted to change the topic or he just didn't notice, Lucas addressed Dustin before anything else could be said.

"So, what, are you just gonna stand there?"

Lucas tossed an identical-looking poking stick to Dustin who caught it.

"Or you gonna help?"

Y/n, who was trying desperately to put aside their growing anger, huffed and looked at their brother.

"I'm surprised at you, I thought you'd be jumping at every chance to find him. Given how much of a fuss you made,"

It came out as more of a question than an accusation but Dustin was defensive nonetheless.

"Of course I am! Why would you say that?"

They each gave him a curious look, taken aback by his sudden behavior.

"Ok-ay then," Max said suddenly, breaking the confusing tension and silence. "Well, let's just get this over with then,"

The five children began poking at the overflowing trash backs that lay before them with each of their long sticks.

They didn't find anything in their search, aside from a cockroach that wiggled its way out of the plastic bag.

It was heading right for Y/n, who jumped out of the way, yelping in surprise and disgust.

"All living things, from complex mammals to single-celled organisms, instinctively respond to danger."

The cockroach scuttled away in fright, having been suddenly disturbed and kicked out of his previous feeding ground.

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"...Expose a bacterium to a toxic chemical, and it will flee."

Y/n sat in their usual spot, slumping slightly in their one-person desk, fiddling with their worn-out eraser. Something they normally did to get through class when something was on their mind.

Still half listening to Mr. Clarke, they couldn't help but think about Will. They glanced over to their right, staring sadly at the empty seat of their absent best friend.

"Or deploy some other defense mechanism."

Their eyebrows furrowed, their eyes practically burning holes into the empty wooden seat that belonged to Will, getting lost in thought.

The scene felt all too familiar...

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Will stiffly crept into the bathroom, everything in him was hesitating, his instincts screaming at him not to.

"We're very much the same."

He had already changed into a towel that hung around his waist. The steam hit his exposed skin, it felt as if it stung him.

His heart began to pound.

If he had glanced down at his chest and looked hard enough he would be able to see the subtle pumping of his heart from the blood that coursed violently through his veins.

"When we encounter danger, our hearts start pounding."

His movements grew slower as he reached the bathtub. He approached it like it was a sleeping lion that could wake up and pounce at any sudden movement or noise.

Will felt his palms grow sweaty. He could feel his hands shaking violently, though he tried to stop it.

Every single drop of water that fell from the faucet with a plink, sounded to him as loud as a gunshot.

Beads of sweat covered his entire body. Enough had accumulated at his forehead that his bangs had dampened and clung to his skin.

"These are the signs of physical and emotional state we call..."

Every muscle in his body was tense, and he was now dripping with sweat. But the most overwhelming sensation was the sharp prickling of his skin at the back of his neck, where every hair stood on end.

"fear."

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"Hey, you reached Jim," Joyce sighed heavily into the phone at the answering machine she had been getting all day.

Having heard it countless times in the past hour, she slammed the button on the machine, hanging it up.

"Mom,"

Quickly she hung the phone back on the wall and turned to her son.

"Yeah, sweetie, what is it?"

"It's too hot." He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

With a slight frown, she walked into the bathroom, Will trailing behind her but stopped suddenly, refusing to enter the bathroom.

She heard the familiar deep gurgling of the bathwater circling the drain.

He had already drained it.

She took a seat on the edge of the tub, testing the remaining few inches with her fingers.

It wasn't as hot as he made it seem.

"I... I can cool it down a little bit, baby, but we gotta get your body temp back up."

"No." He snapped, his tone strict and sudden.

She did a double-take at her son, he had never sounded more unlike himself and she looked at him in shock.

"What?"

His stance never wavered and he only looked her dead in the eye.

"He likes it cold."

She stared at him, completely appalled and he suddenly blinked several times.

Looking as if he pulled himself out of a long thought. He blinked a couple of times and then retreated into the hallway.

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Hopper was putting the finishing touches on the windows.

Having spent the night in the frigid cold due to the shattered windows in the cabin. He had gotten up early and collected as many wooden planks as he could, boarding up the windows until he could get them fixed properly.

He had just turned around from the window he had just finished when he saw El peeking out from behind her green wooden door.

He stopped and met her eye. Her face still hardened into a glare, she slammed her door shut and Hopper trudged over and stood outside her room.

"Hey, kid." He didn't quite know what to say, but he knew he felt partially guilty.

Having said things he didn't mean. But he was still angry with her.

She stood directly on the other side of the door, her mask of anger gone, and she stared tentatively at the door.

Hopper reached his hand to the door, ready to knock but thought differently of it. Instead, he leaned against the frame and reached for his outstretched hand, and began fiddling with the familiar blue bracelet that he never took off.

"Listen, um... about last night, I, uh..."

El listened from the other side of the door, hoping he would say the words she had so desperately hoped he would say.

Hopper quieted for a moment, the words getting stuck in his throat. He panicked, and the emotions he felt at the words that were exchanged the previous night came flooding back to him and he bit his lip.

"I want this place cleaned up by the time I get back and then maybe I'll consider fixing the TV"

El turned away from the door, her heart sinking. Moments ago she would have perked up at hearing the TV-her favorite source of entertainment that got her through the days -would possibly be fixed.

And yet, as she waited to hear the retreating footsteps outside her room, followed by the front door slamming shut, El felt disappointed and... alone.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Come in, Hop," Hopper stepped into his truck, sighing at the insistent voice that came from his radio. "Come in, Hop"

Grunting, he grabbed the speaker, he spoke gruffly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way in, and yes, I do know what time it is."

He set the speaker down, reaching inside his breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes.

"Joyce Byers has called eight times already this morning,"

Hopper faltered, eyes dropping the radio in concern.

"Eight times,"

Hopper eagerly stuck a cigarette between his lips, needing one now more than ever.

"For my sake, please deal with her!"

Sticking his keys in the ignition, he turned it roughly. The engine roared to life, and Hopper mentally prepared for the worst.

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avvocarlo · 2 years

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my work is giving me the absolute shits at the moment. I genuinely want to be able to work, except the problem is they're doing it in the most irritating way possible. I've been saying No near on 95 % of the time because it'll be one or more of the following: asking at 9 pm tonight if I can be somewhere tomorrow for 8 am - 3 pm, only a day or so notice, a few hours prior to the shift - this is including sleepovers - somewhere I haven't been to before on that very day, asking me to do back to back shifts while I was already on shift or soon after finishing, offering only a few days in advance to do a 24 hour shift at a place that's over 50 km away. also keep in mind that this is unpredictable work, I genuinely could get a knife in the neck one day for all I know

like no I'm not going to accept these anymore. I was going completely mental for all those months I had long weeks that were at times an upward of 60-70 hours, sleeping in a house that wasn't my own, doing stressful work in a multitude of locations, frequent texts and calls from multiple people (org rostering, coordinators, supervisors, agency staff) every single day demanding that we remove, add, or alter shifts by location, hours etc. that then culminated into some insanely stressful shifts that were utterly cooked by a horrific level of mismanagement. to mention these events in detail would be a whole post by itself I'm sure.

not too long ago they caught on to me that I was essentially burnt out, I told them the last minute shift offers were significantly bothering myself and my partner, they seemingly listened. I'm not sure if my regular coordinator is gone, but that had soon been disregarded. they probably believe I'm difficult or possibly lazy, but their logistical and organisational skills are so mind blowingly incompetent that it will inevitably beget this kind of outcome. what do you expect to happen?

I'm agency at the moment, and we're in the process of moving me somewhere else organisation-wise that will provide consistency, except idk man... I'm feeling incredibly jaded by the whole situation, there was a period I wanted to leave my agency and transition over to the organisation I'm still at, the organisation then seemed to take it upon themselves to use this as a way of pushing my boundaries. increased calls, ridiculous expectations, etc etc.

some people might argue that's to test my worth! that I needed to stick it out! why? what to blindly follow the promise of dangling keys above me like some kind of chump? come on man, there's no way I'm going to fall for that, nor am I going to be some performing bitchboy who puts up with that type of behaviour. I've been called a great worker by my agency/organisation, except it's increasingly difficult to even tell how genuine they are. it does seem like a lot of smoke and mirrors, truly. if I'm so great then why did you treat me that way? I'm better than that, I suppose if I wasn't an asset in their mind they wouldn't be fighting to keep me within the agency + organisation. which again, I don't overly trust. they seem to believe I can't catch on to how facetious many aspects of this industry are. Self Care, Therapeutic Responses, oh did you do this? Ahhh always follow the planner! Be the Gestapo for the love of god, except don't. you know what I mean?

anyway, feeling pretty frustrated about this situation. having time away (as you can all tell by the increased posting over the last month) certainly helped me realise what was important and how I truly felt, unfortunately that only helps me by personal perspective rather than an actual subsequent change with financial compensation, job security, or career pathways... hopefully things will be on the up soon? a sense of structure is extremely important to me

#most places would be fortunate to have me as i know i am very intelligent emotionally and intellectually #i genuinely believe I'd be a great coordinator or manager #I'm convinced #unfortunately this industry has a significant amount of ass kissing and pantomime participating that kind of makes me sick #this job pays fairly well too like I'll choose my own comfort over money #who do you think you are?

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itwas50yearsagotoday · 4 months

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12/21/23: It was 50 years ago today, December 21st, 1973, R.E.O. Speedwagon would release their third album Ridin' the Storm Out. Okay, so I'm going to talk about this album WAAAAY more than it really deserves. The title cut is a great rock song, and I've linked the original version... well sorta the original version. Lead singer Kevin Cronin had been brought in on the second album R.E.O./T.W.O. and that album rocked pretty hard, but apparently he didn't like the band's direction, so he split (or was fired, not sure), and they hired this guy named Mike Murphy. Try finding anything about this guy beyond what I just told you... and he sang on this record and their fourth and fifth albums too! In fact, for whatever reason, KSHE-95 (and other classic rock radio stations) would also play the live version of this song off You Get What You Play For from 1976 with Cronin (who had returned to the band by then) singing. It's fine, but not nearly as good as the Murphy-sung original version IMO. Wait, I mean the replaced version... the band released the original Cronin-sung studio version of this song in 2014... but honestly Cronin doesn't seem into it--the Murphy version is much better. THAT ALL SAID I can see why they eventually went back to Cronin because Murphy is basically a clone of the then-Doobie Brothers lead singer Tom Johnston. And, honestly, the rest of the album has very much a Doobies vibe, which makes sense since their sound was big at this moment... much more mellow, definitely less heavy and direct than T.W.O... kinda swampy. I get the impression this may have been guitarist Gary Richrath's decision on direction. Okay, I'm going to run out of space so I need to mention that there are exactly three other good songs on this record, two sung by Murphy and one sung by Richrath and some backup singers. First the latter--'Find My Fortune' is a really nice and pleasant tune and it kinda fits Richrath's somewhat restrained vocals--here the backup ladies shine. Track two, the Murphy-sung 'Whisky Night'... hear me out, this song is just awesome, it's got this great guitar riff at the beginning, and it's just super-mellow (again) with really nice non-Prog keyboards for 1973... again, great backup singers... just super enjoyable. And then 'Son of a Poor Man'... here's one where their first greatest hits album had a Cronin version, which is not bad, but I kind of like Murphy's better too... he fits this music better, such that it is. Unfortunately, his voice begins to grate over a whole record... I've never listened much to the next two records but from what I've heard didn't stick out much. Lastly, supposedly they made the album cover originally with Cronin, but then the album company airbrushed in a Murphy pic pre-release. I have my doubts because the only source for this is Cronin himself on the band's website, but to his credit he has it (pictured below). Funny, you can tell it was another picture on the reel because the other four member's positions are a tad different. Just call me Classic Rock Sherlock. Anyway, most people can skip but if you dig early 1970s classic rock, you can't go wrong with (half of) this record.

#Spotify

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meandmyechoes · 1 year

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since there's no serial star wars until august and it's a series i'm not sure i can sit through i'm gonna turn this into sentai brainrot.

i like kingoh this much i've watched every episode at least three times and trying to piece together all the information. i love rita so much i'm planning kingoh FLT and dissecting their costume and sewn a plush and possibly will buy a toy during its run

now i'm just racing to finish kingoh brainrot before May 4 so I can concentrate on Visions vol 2. After Sixth debut I probably had to put things on hold for real to do school work. I hope.

it's plot-heavy and serial unlike your typical sentai but almost typically anime/shonen with a heavy fantasy setting and character designs. but do you need more reason than 'rita kanisuka' to watch it. and the tokusatsu action/direction is so good.

practically:

i started a toku sideblog @mofffun anyway so i will be free-r over there. kinda wanna post opinions here and gifs over there lol. maybe polished gifsets here and random gifs over there. my queue is low in the tens but i certainly have many SW stock. i won't remove that completely just, not actively going for it? i'd still do regular tag searches on top of what came on my dashboard, but i might not write/talk about SW for a while? i still have a couple books to read

it feels weird because i became an SW centric blog since I came back 3 years ago. Not to say I didn't have other stuff chimed in but it's been 95% SW running non stop for 3 years. It's weird to have a sudden shift that stays. It's even weirder when you think when i first started this blog in 2012, it's as multifandom as you can get with 5 regular ones. so fuck it. i care about followers and feel a duty to provide? like an editor to a magazine? but probably just overthinking it. i won't force anyone to continue following if they are not into what i'm putting out. it feels weird but i'm just gonna talk about kingohger as much as i want to now. maybe change the blog description in a bit so that i don't feel disconnected. it's MY blog.

Talking about fixating on kingoh. I love the thrill of collecting clues and unraveling its plot. I love thinking again. I love that it gave me a reachable goal to work towards. Though half the time i'm just shouting RITA KAWAII/KAKKOUI i don't really pay attention to what's being said. It's been saccahrine the past 48 hours and i'm exhausted and elated. they got me crawling my ass up sunday at 8 to watch nitiasa live again.

compared with star wars it's just, ₻₻₻ (<- scribble). Mando s3 was a letdown and nobody cares about tbb. i can't stand how hype ppl are for the ahserka series and it feels like a minefield getting to know others with that hanging. sometimes i had to listen to ill-informed forum bros dissing, and when i look at official stuff, i begin to question who's actually keeping the lore.

it's not all negative. i still haven't done a totj!togruta analysis (even though i don't really want to think about totj itself because all it is to me is episode 5). i'm still super excited about SWC2025. i still love ahsoka (yes holding that throne against rita). I know I will be blown away by Visions as well. But I've been letting that define and govern me for too long it's time to let somebody else have a chance.

I'm crazy scared i won't be able to finish work this time. i'd hate that. i'm working the courage to tell my fam i need some space but, every time i actually said that, it's no use anyway. because i'm special. i'm responsible. what i do will never be enough.

i also try not to think to much about the society or where i will be in five years. it's like, some of the things i ultimately want can't happen unless you give it a few years of effort but i don't dare to dream that far. eh

well good thing ko let me think all that. i like thinking. i like writing.

#myechoes #echoesdiary

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legendof · 1 year

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I posted 1,654 times in 2022

That's 55 more posts than 2021!

58 posts created (4%)

1,596 posts reblogged (96%)

I tagged 1,632 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#art! - 164 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i suppose i wrote fanfic without realizing what it was when i was a little legend and wanted to be best friends with the babysitter's club

My Top Posts in 2022:

not sure if this is already floating around but I just listened to amc's interview with a vampire podcast and you can get a 30 day free amc+ trial with code "interviewpod"

click on the 7 day free trial sign up on AMC , and then after you create your log in there's a place to put the promo code!

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now we know why the horse was in the hospital

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me, starting the new puppet history: oh fun the professor came back with slightly different eyes and fur that's cute :)

me, as the episode progresses and the professor is increasingly enthusiastic about meat: .... oh

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thank you wtnv for so many things but most importantly for my inability to wait at a bus stop without humming this song

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My #1 post of 2022

the bob's burgers movie was SO GOOD I need to see it again immediately. the score and songs were amazing and the animation was slick as hell too. when people talk about their comfort shows like that is Bob's Burgers for me. I'm so proud to see them on the big screen! go burger people!!!!

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dragonsdeadanddancing · 2 years

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bless very legal streaming sites that get me access to what i will predict to be a very quality movie

we open on basic 'US in space' footage, followed by a site... *checks notes* 'near moscow', except it looks like your generic siberian wilderness lmao. then again i don't know what the moscow suburbs look like do i?

the electrical fence не работает. that is the literal translation of 'does not work'. it does not have a job. i do not kno how to say 'does not function' in russian so maybe не работает is the perfect phrase to use. but because i do not know it looks like a hilarious case of google translate

"boy howdy am i glad those sharks are behind an electrified fence"

8/10 on the bucket toss, i expected it to be dented

"speak english, they won't understand you"

a man just got cut in half by a shark fin maybe?

there. um. there is a conveniently parked spaceship there. right in the complex where they research mutated sharks. lads this is the soviet union i.

"how do i fly this thing?" "don't you remember your cosmonaut training? start the engines and hit the gas"

this was said in english. one of the actors is trying a light russian accent, the other doesn't even bother

oh yes and we have seen a woman take off her high heels to fight a shark that looks like the reused suicide squad shark guy model

timestamp: 04:17. thisd will be a long movie

present time! mission: tabula rasa, aboard a spaceship that looks straight out of alien, none of those guys are in space gear,

oh hey the engineer got appenditis just before launch. because of a food truck?

the alternate is a Cool Guy. we know that he is a Cool Guy because he rides between the two lanes on a fast street. unfortunately there is no traffic to maim him fatally for being a right tit

same third shot of a guy smirking and shaking his head, same third scene with two so far name- and speechless extras strapped into their seats

MOSS BALLS

everyone has had a line so far but the smirking guy's main job still seems to be to shake his head in amusement

"we'll shoot to the far side of the moon in t-95s" no. no, in 95 seconds. t minus x represents a fucking moment, not a timespan, do you say "oh, i'll go to the store in 5 pm", motherfucker?

only-tree-in-200-km-of-desert-hit-by-a-truck dot pee en gee

yeah so far they mentioned a LOT of the chinese moon equipment (TIL about the 鹊桥 satelite and the 玉兔 rover) but their pronounciation is godawful except for one woman

on that note, i hope henri isn't french because he wouldn't deserve americans butering his name for 88 minutes

how is a spectrometer lifesaving

ok the editing on the moonwalk is nearly acceptable but the acting is shit and dialogue is missing according to the subs

I TAKE IT BACK

moon shark moon shark moon shark m

where's vijay when you need him smh

even if you're...under a magma chamber? you sure bud? you mightn't be above it? no? no. ok.

god i wanna listen to their debut single

fyi sound needs a medium to move, the moon has barely any atmosphere, this. yeh

i'm calling it, he fucked a shark. his daughter is half mutant shark, which is why she can live without oxygen unlike him

yeah it took .5 seconds to reveal she has a fin

let us speak in english instead of russian before the american crew, papá, especially when we express doubts about their sincerity

ok yeah i'm stopping this for now, the 'russian' accent has become unbearable

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chanfictions · 3 years

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Count - Bonus Extended Aftercare Scene

Hidan x Reader, Kakuzu x Reader

This one isn't raunchy, but still calling it 18+ content! Minors, DNI.

Part 1 - Bonus Scene - Part 2 - Special Episode: Red - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Special Episode: Nightmares - Part 6 - Part 7 - Special Episode: Sick Day - Part 8 - Special Episode: Nightmares Pt. 2

95% fluff - Reader needs some time to come down from orbit after the insanity in Part 1. Bubble baths, teasing, fluff fluff fluff, etc. I needed something light after writing the first part.

3.5k

"That's one."

"Wha?" You breathed in disbelief, thinking your brain had just misfired.

With a throaty chuckle, Kakuzu rubbed a hand on your back, still settling you back down from the intense high you had been riding for the last few hours. "Although, I have to tack one more on, considering you never bothered to ask what exactly it was that you owed."

"Trick question," you mumbled into his shoulder.

"You have no way of knowing that now," he smirked.

"Can't collect f'm dead," you slurred, eyes closed. "Pretty sure 'm dead."

"Nah, you're fine. Just totally fucked out of your head," Hidan snickered.

"Nope, dead," you breathed, tucking your arms in between you and Kakuzu now that you were starting to cool down. "Because Kakuzu’s cuddling me. Kakuzu doesn't cuddle."

Kakuzu snorted, rumbling with a laugh that traveled through your body. "I could give you back to Hidan if you want to insist that I am incapable, but he's just going to fuck you again."

You pressed yourself against his chest. "Nuh uh. Cuddly Kakuzu accepted. Pussy offline. Try again later."

Hidan cackled. "I like her like this."

Grumbling, you turned your head against the chest you were cuddling. "Fuck… need a shower."

"You want a shower when you can't even stand?" Kakuzu quipped.

"I can totally stand," you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

"You're going to be in for a rude awakening as soon as water hits your skin," Hidan mused, admiring the view of the dark welts and bites littering your body. "That or we're going to be listening to you orgasm in the shower for a week. I don't think you have any idea how purple you are."

"I do," you breathed happily.

"How long does that shit take to heal with that weird blood trait of yours, anyway?" Hidan inquired, resting his chin on his hand.

"Day or two," you mumbled.

Kakuzu gave your ear a flick. "Did you forget about all of the blood you gave Deidara after his last little batch of clay blew up in his face? You're down at least a quart. That slows your recovery time."

"Fuck," you grimaced, having forgotten that.

"How the hell do you know about all of that, Kakuzu?" Hidan raised a brow.

"B'cause he's a billiondy and probably knows my great-grandpar--ow!" You were interrupted by another flick to the ear.

"Watch it, runt, or you're going to be my personal plaything for a month," Kakuzu warned.

"Oh no," you giggled tiredly, feigning despair.

"You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?" Hidan mused with another laugh.

"Guilty," you said on a heavy exhale, sinking contently into the wall of warmth that was Kakuzu.

"Be careful what you wish for, girl," Kakuzu rumbled again.

Another little stifled laugh rattled in your throat. Being Kakuzu's plaything for a month would probably result in death by orgasm. "Can I wish to teleport into a shower? I'm covered in… everyone's everything," you giggled again, finding it amusing with your totally zonked out brain, forgetting all of your rage in the kitchen a few hours ago.

Hidan smirked and stood up, peeling your sticky body off of Kakuzu's. "Kakuzu's got a sweet bathtub."

"Wait, not sure if want," you pawed weakly for Kakuzu before dropping your head against Hidan. "If you're coming with me, I'm fucked again," you snorted with drunk laughter.

Hidan threw his head back and cackled while he carried you toward the bathroom. "Yeah, probably."

"Kakuzuuu-" You whined pitifully.

"Hidan," a gruff warning rang from across the room.

"Fine, fine. She can have a break," he snickered before closing the door.

You groaned, sounding completely exhausted when he set you down on a closed toilet to get the water running. "I can do this myself y'know. I don't need supervision."

As the water began filling the impressively large tub, Hidan dumped in some bubbles for good measure, snickering to himself that Kakuzu had bubble bath materials sitting out in the open. "You're going to fall on your face if you try to stand up. Your legs are still shaking."

You looked down. He was right. All of you, in fact, was still shaking.

"I beat the hell out of you on top of everything else. Your body is toast right now, and so is your brain. Quit trying to be so damn self-sufficient and accept that the medic needs a bubble bath." Hidan ditched the rest of his clothes as the tub neared full, twisting off the taps once it was. "Come on, fuck piñata," he snickered while scooping you up again.

You groaned. "Please tell me that isn't your new favorite nickname for me."

"I like it better than Nurse Ratchet or blood bank," he grinned as he settled into the water with you in front of him.

"Ahhh, fuck that's hot!" You squeaked, trying to climb back up Hidan's torso to get out.

"It isn't. You're just missing some skin, babe. Relax." Hidan was being surprisingly gentle about this. He settled his arms around you in the water, getting you comfortable despite the welts. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes clenched while gritting your teeth. Every inch of you burned. As the post-frenzy endorphins wore off, the ache was setting in. "I told you the water was going to suck," he mused while petting your hair back.

"You just came in here to see more pain face, didn't you," you accused, opening one eye to look up at him.

"Maybe," he grinned cheekily. "You don't really have a pain face when I'm hitting you, though. It's this glorious psychotic laughter combined with an o-face. I fucking love it."

You grimaced, shifting in the water. "Glad you were entertained."

Hidan snagged a washcloth with a long arm and brought it into the water, slowly running it over your skin to dislodge the dried layers of 'everyone's everything', as you so delicately stated, not trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying the pained sounds rattling through your shaky body. "You have to breathe," he said in your ear, running what felt like sandpaper over your legs.

"Fucking hell," you groaned.

"Not gonna cum again, are ya?" He teased.

"No, just feels like sandpaper. And lava. And angry kittens," you griped through grit teeth.

"I can use my hand instead," he added mischievously.

Another pained sound tumbled from your lips. "That might be better," you hissed.

Hidan happily obliged, going over the rest of you with his palm instead. It still stung like hell, but it was way better than the cloth. You sank back into him and the biting water after his little bit of washing torture was through.

"Why does Kakuzu have such an amazing bathtub," you bubbled with your mouth just above the water. Hidan shifted you back up a bit before you drowned yourself in suds.

"He's a stingy bastard, but the man likes nice things," Hidan snickered.

You enjoyed a light laugh at that before having another tired revelation. "Fuck… we destroyed my clothes. I have to go get clothes," you groaned at the ceiling.

"You aren't doing anything, cupcake," Hidan snorted. "I'll grab something from your room after this. You don't get to sleep by yourself after what we just did to you, either. You're staying with one of us tonight. I'm warning you now because Kakuzu's going to tell you that as soon as you mention bed."

"Fuck's sake, I'm fine," you grumbled.

"You're going to have one hell of a drop if you don't," Hidan chided. "Kakuzu has rules about fucking crazies like you for a good reason. Accept the cuddling."

"You're being awfully nice to me right now. I'm suspicious," you mumbled tiredly.

"How the hell was I supposed to know you had a tolerable personality under all of the stomping and whiskey guzzling?" Hidan teased. "You've been so pissy about being stuck here that you never bothered to interact with any of us outside of your job."

"I'm having a talk therapy session with Hidan in Kakuzu's bathtub. These have to be the chemical misfires of a dying brain," you eyed the ceiling as you sighed. "You two fucked me to death. That's the only way this makes sense."

"Quit being so dramatic," Hidan laughed.

"Not a bad way to go, though," you giggled hoarsely.

Hidan chuckled, idly running his palm up and down one of your arms, occasionally crossing onto your chest. He could still feel your entire body vibrating. "So are you going to tell me what the deal was with you kicking me in the face while you were hanging up?"

"Thought you liked a good struggle," you mumbled, hoping he would drop it.

"That wasn't the same. I get that it's a hard no. I just wanna know why," he shrugged.

You blew a heavy sigh before finally making your admission. "Mouths freak me out."

"Mouths." Hidan repeated, dumbfounded.

You shuddered. "I'm not big on the whole kissing thing either, which I'm sure you noticed. Biting anywhere else is fine and dandy. It's just… tongues… ugh," you shuddered again. "Can't do it. Weird texture. Nope."

Hidan suddenly burst out laughing. "Is that why you freak out and get so pissy every time Deidara blows his arms off? Is it those creepy fucking mouth hands?"

You made a gagging noise and a shiver raced up your spine. "Can we not talk about Deidara's mouth hands?"

Hidan let out a giddy, devious giggle and nuzzled your neck. "What are you gonna do if I lick your face?"

"Scream bloody murder for Kakuzu and hope he flushes your balls down the toilet?" You squeaked while arching your head away from him.

"Moooouth haaaands," he whispered mischievously while making little wavy motions with his palms while holding your arms.

"Hida--" You yelped desperately, only to be silenced by a palm over your mouth.

Laughing hysterically, he pressed a tongue-free kiss to your cheek. "Don't go crying for daddy the second I bully you, or he'll never let us steal this tub again," he teased. "By the way, you should call him that if you're feeling really bratty and want the soul fucked out of your body," he snickered.

"Hmmmffff--and how would you know that?" You teased back after prying his hand off of your mouth. You then paused to think about the fact that Hidan said again.

"You're not the first feisty little brat we've tag teamed," he replied smugly. "But you hold the current record for being the most fun. Masochists are so hard to come by, especially ones who can take a beating and a dicking like that. I always get stuck with the girls that only want a light spanking, but fuck is that unsatisfying. I wanna smack you so hard my palm hurts."

You giggled. "If it isn't enough to make me swing, it wasn't hard enough."

Hidan laughed heartily and pinched your cheek. "See, that's why I've decided we're keeping you."

"Scuze me, what?" You did not have the brain power for this right now.

"Besides, you have a debt to pay, little lady," he snickered. "And Kakuzu believes in compound interest. Not to mention the fact that I think he likes you. He never takes cuddle duty and always drops the criers on me to deal with. He says he doesn't tolerate brats, but he's so full of shit. He fuckin' loves putting a brat in their place."

"I'm not usually a brat, per se. I was just in a mood in the kitchen earlier."

"Bullshit," Hidan snorted. "You love pushing buttons."

You groaned with a defeated laugh. "My brain is too cooked for this right now." You settled back against the body behind you, trying to ignore the harsh sting that shot through you every time you moved. Pain was delicious, but even you had some limits as to how long you enjoyed it. The aftermath was always a little tricky, especially when you were down a quart. Recovery would be slower, as Kakuzu pointed out. Fuck, you just wanted a nap. Your eyes fluttered closed with a sigh.

You must have nodded off for a moment because the next thing you knew, Hidan was tapping your cheek.

"Hey, no sleeping in the tub."

You grumbled pathetically and grabbed for the side with a shaky hand. "Fine, lemme get out."

Hidan popped the drain with his foot and slid you around to stand you up.

Oh, that was a mistake. Soaking in hot water for that long after all of your earlier shenanigans and then standing up suddenly tanked your blood pressure. Your head tipped back and ears started ringing over the sound of Hidan's laughter.

"Little miss "I don't need aaaany help" is about to hit the deck," he snickered while just lifting you over the lip and setting your feet on a rug. With the rustle of fabric, he snatched a towel and wrapped it painfully tightly around your torso, eliciting a groan from you.

"Dick," you croaked, not much liking the feeling of that fabric on raw skin.

"Mmm, maybe later," he hummed in your ear.

Your head fell back against his shoulder. Standing was too much effort. "Just leave me here. I'll sleep on the rug," you groaned.

Hidan parked you on the closed toilet again while throwing his own clothes back on and drying off, chuckling as you folded over your legs and closed your eyes again. Sleep was singing a siren song for you. It was so hard to resist. "You think Kakuzu's going to let you sleep on the floor in his bathroom? You really are a nutcase."

"Tired. Don't care," you breathed a muffled reply into your knees. You thought for a moment that Hidan was actually going to leave you alone there, as you didn't hear his snark for several minutes. Somehow you missed the opening and closing of the door, as a flick to your ear jarred you out of near sleep. You just made another muffled groan but didn't pick up your head.

"Come on, princess. You wanted clothes," Hidan quipped, sitting you up by the shoulder and pulling a shirt over your head.

Grumbles rattled in your chest as you stuck shaky arms through the sleeves. "You did not go rifling through my dresser."

"Of course I did. Gotta say, I like what you keep in that panty drawer," Hidan cackled, twirling a pair around his finger like he was going to fling them at you.

"Gimme those," you growled, making a weak attempt at snatching them.

"Mmm, I don't know if I should let you after what a little shit you were on the rope," he grinned.

"Please, Hidan?" you sighed defeatedly.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say that," he growled in a wicked tone, leaning down and letting you have them.

Grumbling to yourself, you wrestled them onto yourself with a few pained grunts. Your ass was bruised as hell. Despite the fabric being very soft, putting anything on felt miserable. Shorts followed, leaving you sitting there with your shaky legs as you tried to decide how much of a mistake it would be to get up and try to go back to your room.

"Alright, let's go, piñata," Hidan snickered while hauling you up to your feet.

You didn't have the brainpower for a cheeky retort and just leaned on him. "I hate you sometimes."

"Keep telling yourself that, babe," he cackled while ruffling your hair and walking you back out into the room.

You just huffed as you shuffled along next to him. When you looked up, you saw that Kakuzu had cleaned everything else up while you were soaking in the tub. Somehow, it felt like you were going to pay for that.

"Here ya go, partner," Hidan declared while parking you back on the couch again. You had neither the energy nor the willpower to argue.

Kakuzu looked up from where he stood, coiling up the rope that had been left on the floor.

"Can I go now?" You grumbled while folding over your legs again, your knees muffling your voice. "I'm not going to spontaneously combust if I sleep in my own bed."

"You're sleeping here," Kakuzu gruffed without turning around, finishing up the coil of the rope and putting it away again.

"Told you so," Hidan snickered while mussing up your hair again, eliciting another harumph from you.

Kakuzu walked over to where you folded yourself in half and sat you upright by the shoulder, but your head remained tipped forward. "You don't want to share a bed with me. I'm a blanket hog and I snore," you mumbled. You carefully left out the part that you were a fitful sleeper. The embarrassment of having either of them finding out that you often woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmares you still had about your previous life motivated you to try to talk your way out of a night in either of their beds. Kakuzu tipped your head up to force eye contact.

"You think all of that is going to hog a bed?" Hidan snorted while gesturing vaguely at you.

"Don't underestimate the blanket stealing power of a woman," you retorted.

"Enough. I've been dealing with messes like you for longer than you have been alive, little girl. If you want there to be a next time, you're going to shut up and do as I say," Kakuzu growled in your face, silencing you immediately. "You're still shaking. My bed. Now."

"Now you've done it. Daddy's mad," Hidan teased with a devious grin. "Have fun, princess." With one last playful pinch of your cheek, Hidan left.

With another groaning complaint, you heaved yourself onto unsteady legs, nearly toppling right into Kakuzu in the process. You had to grip a handful of his shirt to avoid landing on your face.

"Tell me again how you think you're walking anywhere without my help," he gruffed.

"I'm not," you sighed defeatedly with the weight of his rant on your shoulders. The heat radiating off of him made you want to crawl into his clothes and sleep there, causing you to unconsciously lean in for more contact. Without the warmth from the bathwater, you were freezing.

With a satisfied grunt, he coiled one tree trunk of an arm around your body for a bit of support and brought you over to the absolute pile of heaven that was his bed. Hidan wasn't kidding when he said his partner liked nice things. It was like falling into a fluffy cloud. You almost wondered how he could be so grumpy all the time when he was sleeping on such a divine throne, but you knew better than to ask. You must have let out a content little moan because Kakuzu was snickering at you.

"This is going to cost me, isn't it?" You groaned after a moment of sprawling out in his bed like a cat.

"We'll discuss payment when your trophies from tonight have healed," he said with a dark chuckle while climbing in after you. He collected the little heap of limbs that was you and pulled you over, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You sighed contently as a little shiver rolled up your spine. Despite the ache throbbing through your entire body that seemed to radiate from your injuries, you were desperately cold, and Kakuzu was a furnace. A quiet hum sat in your throat as you curled up with your back against his side and took custody of one of his arms, hugging it like a stuffed animal. "I'm warning you, I'm a terror to sleep with," you mumbled into his bicep. "I drool, too."

"You aren't talking your way out of this bed," Kakuzu snorted, shifting onto his side to drape his other arm over your body.

You closed your eyes and yawned, squeezing his arm. "And I kick. Sometimes I talk in my sleep."

"Next you're going to tell me that you breathe fire as well."

"Haven't done that yet," you mumbled, nuzzling the warmth beneath your head. "Dunno any fire style."

Kakuzu chuckled.

You got lost in your thoughts for a few minutes as you laid there, curling your legs one behind the other. "Hey… Kakuzu?" You asked quietly.

"Yes?"

You chewed your lip for a moment before finally gathering the courage to speak again. "Can… you do that tapping thing you did on the couch again?"

"What, are you afraid of being in my bed after all of that?" He inquired incredulously.

You shrank. "No… it's just… nevermind."

"Face me."

Now embarrassed, you chewed your lip and released the arm you were hugging to roll over and laid your head against his chest, tucking your arms between your bodies. The weight readjusted around you and wrapped you tightly as the rhythmic tapping on your tensed upper back began.

"Count."

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like 95% success story (that i am fully expecting to give a 100% update to soon) (bc this has been a major one for me).

so for some Very simple background: my sp and i met in feb/march, dated april to july, broke up bc of mental health. he was my first healthy relationship after a list of unhealthy relationships. i wasn't expecting him. my mindset was: my next relationship is going to be healthy or i'm done for a while. and i was genuinely expecting to stay single for a while because i hadn't been lucky in the love department up until him. but he snuck up on me and i fell for him before i even realized. so

all throughout june and july, i truly was grasping at straws, trying to use law of attraction to fix the situation, and i was failing epically. i was doing 55x5, 369, everything. but i was focusing on the lack.

this is not a success bit, but in july, i was listening to sour - a breakup album - Heavily, and i mean that was the only music i consumed for like, a week or two. and then, lo and behold, i got broken up with. which i want to add, listening to music doesn't necessarily manifest, but the reflection onto your own circumstances can, as it did for me. i was thinking of my sp when i listened to those songs and was reflecting on my circumstances/frustrations when i did so.

a month later, at this point, i had discovered law of assumption thru tiktok and a certain coach on youtube who shall not be named. so, i started manifesting that he's okay, he's reaching out, but he's okay and he still has feelings for me. But first and foremost, he is okay.

one day, like mid? august, he shows up again on instagram after deactivating in may. so i messaged him because his friends weren't having much luck. but for context, my sp and i hadn't talked since the breakup. so now, he's back, but he's pushing friends and me away still. BUT most importantly, he's okay. he told me he's okay.

eventually he warms up again (early september) and we start talking again more consistently. he's flirty, so i'm flirty back. this goes on until november and at this point, i start to slip into the do-i-even-have-feelings-for-him-anymore mindset more than a few times, because we weren't talking as much as i had hopes, but i persist. telling myself: he has feelings for me, he's okay, he and i talk a lot, etc. throughout this time, i got a lot of signs; people flirting when they wouldn't normally, seeing his name a lot, angel numbers, certain tiktoks, etc.

mid november, i finally have had enough of waiting and bottling my feelings up so i tell him. i have feelings for him and idk if he feels the same (i definitely know he does), but if he does we need to have the what are we gonna do about it talk. if not, we can forget i said anything. he says he feels the same as me, but he's airing on the cautious side because he doesn't want to go jumping into anything as he doesn't want a repeat of may through july. so he just wants to make sure he's okay for a bit before he and i make it official. that's valid by all means and i'm airing on the side of caution too, so not a problem there.

late november, i tell him i want to talk more, so can we start texting instead (because we were messaging on instagram). he gives me his number again (i had previously deleted it) and we start talking a lot more, like we used to (which makes me very happy.)

now it's december and i had said i love you to him a couple times because we are back to normal, back to us. i told him if he doesn't want to say it back quite yet, okay, but at this point, i know he does because he's told me twice recently (when we confessed our feelings for one another.) so maybe he's forgetting to say it back. well, i manifest for a day or two that he says it all the time and he always says it back. i don't say it first, so he starts saying it, just randomly.

it's now the 17th of december and after a teensy rough patch of having no contact (for about a week and a half), my sp and i are back to talking a lot. we were trying to establish a routine of an 1 or so just for us to talk/hangout before we both go to sleep. now, this will be the third day of this, we've been staying up and talking for about 3-4 hours instead of just the 1.

when we weren't talking, i was really frustrated and annoyed with my sp and upset with myself. then, one night we had a really bad thunderstorm, so i texted my sp that i hope he's doing okay. somehow That was what pushed me out of my annoyance and i remembered how much i adore him. a few hours later, he texted me.

just the other minute, i texted him. my text wasn't going thru immediately and was taking a few minutes. i didn't want to panic, so i told myself it's sent. went to distract myself so i put on my personal little subliminal thing. less than a minute later, it's gone through. and i'm sure he's going to text me soon so we can spend some time together again.

the last bit i need to make it through/have yet to receive is making it official, but i have a feeling that's coming any day now, so i have faith i can give an update to this soon.

my one piece of advice? have faith in urself & persist. :)

!!!! i am so happy for u !!!! guys they r literally a prime example of why u should persist and not let 3d circumstances bother u!!!! if ur sp says something u don’t like or want to hear do not let it get to u, just affirm the opposite and they will conform.

i can’t wait for ur full success story, ik it’s coming sooner than any of us expect :)

#success stories

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