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ellena-asg · 7 months

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McDanno in front of suspect's salad - every damn time:

• they have that Big Talk with a suspect but after every few sentences they feel a need to look at each other intensely

• a suspect sits in front of them and suddenly they feel a need to touch each other or they pretend they're arguing (cause it's sexy + it's a good excuse for some extra touching)

• they ask suspect about important things but after hearing the answer they suddenly have their goofy time together, they make jokes or just generally have fun, like "Hey, babe, do you remember how I threw that guy into a cage with sharks?"/"Oh yeah, hahahah"

• a suspect talks to them and they can hear/are focused but they're also so busy flirting with each other and/or are very very sweet to each other (say compliments f.e.) and all around is suddenly so sweet

• a suspect is still there (handcuffed or not yet) but these two dorks are now focused on their private life, like "Hey, how's Gracie?"/"Still sad that I couldn't watch that Barbie cartoon with her but I'm gonna make her the best pancakes ever so...". Or: "Ugh, my stomach!"/"Ha! I told you: don't eat this shit! But don't worry, babe. This time I WILL drive us to home and um, I'll give you a hot massage. I mean... I'll give your belly a hot massage, I, um, I will use hot stones!"

They usually talk about their Ohana and feelings (oh the episode where Steve comes back to Hawaii with Wo-Fat and Danny is like "Cargo pants! I knew it!" and "Steve. Did you miss me, babe? Ha?! Cause I missed you! Come on, hug me!" and Wo-Fat is like "WTF is happening here"). But it can be literally about everything: tickets for the game, medical appointment, shopping, weather...

• there's also this McDanno pose:

aka "We are Boyfriends, you know" ("Btw don't mess with us!")

I can't with our boys but especially with their suspects having the most confusing time of their life 😂 All these guys at first are like "Oh shit, cops!" and they expect some talking, all that serious police jazz, maybe some threatening but soon they all see and hear McDanno being McDanno and they're like "WTF? Are these cops serious? Is this some hidden camera show or what? Do they know they're at work and they should be professional? Do they remember about their suspect?!".

Suspect: Ahem. I'm still here, you know.

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Hello? Officers? *Oh no, I'm like the air now, they don't see me* *Oh, fuck, they're doing this again! Come on men, it's too intimate, I don't feel comfortable you know. You need a room and I shouldn't be in that room with you, you get it?*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Excuse me! You should arrest me and take to your car or something like that, right? Right?! *oh mommy, I don't wanna stand here with them, invisible, forever!*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO THE JAIL! Pleeeease! *sob* HELP! HELP!

Oh and the episode where Steve and Danny played basketball with prisoners and prisoners were like "Yo, you're fucking married!"? Sure, they had eyes, they noticed it all. But I bet that they knew. They knew it before seeing our boys. All prisoners know - from other prisoners (guys booked by Danno and Steve). You go to jail = you hear about McDanno, they're legendary.

New prisoner: Hi everybody! I'm here cause I'm a serial killer. You can call me like you want but I prefer...

Other prisoners: Who caught you?

New prisoner: Um, cops.

Other prisoners: But who exactly?

New prisoner: Sorry, I don't remember their names. I only remember my sense of awkwardness... and that they called each other "babe". Huh, Small Romeo and Tall Romeo? Yeah, I know, shitty description is shitty and...

Other prisoners: *whispering and cursing* *but also shipping secretly* MCDANNO!!!

New prisoner: So... They do this in front of every...

Other prisoners: ALWAYS!

#h50 #McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

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bubblessunshinehoney · 1 year

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I have a request if you don't mind. Steve Rogers constantly telling everyone to not pick favourites amongst avengers recruits but then the reader comes around. They get close to each other and eventually start dating and he very much realizes he's glad he did pick a favorite after all

Rule n1: no favourite allowed

A/N: Hey there, I'm so sorry I took so long to write this request. But between some mental health issues and physical health issues, the past months have been hard on me. I'm getting through it slowly but surely and finding my muse back. I hope you will like it!

TW: none, just fluff. Written on my phone. No beta read, English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

Don't be shy: reblog, comment and like !

Love,

Cloudy !

Dividers : @firefly-graphics

Steve was very clear about it: "no favourite allowed. They are recruits, agents, they are all equal".

Everything was going well, everyone was following this number one rule, even though, Sam, Nat or even Bucky had some preferences with the recruits. Then you came, and it was clear, everybody loved you.

You became quickly friends with Nat and Wanda, Sam loved to bicker with you and you could even make Bucky snort a laugh. And there was Steve, he tried to keep his distance, try to be professional.

Yes you were an amazing recruit, you will become their new best agent and of course, you got along with everybody so it was a big plus.

But Steve didn't understand what was happening in his head and his heart. You were sweet, you listened to him, carefully, following his orders, doing your best and being the best. He was proud of you, he appreciated seeing you get better to hand to hand combat, and he loved to see you get along with his friends and his family. You started to come around more in the compound and participated in every evening: movies, games, pizza nights...

He missed you when you had to go on missions without him. He didn't sleep well at night, waiting to have news about the team, about you.

On your side, you liked Steve. A lot. A all lot. He wasn't like other guys you've met. He was polite, a true gentleman...a good friend and a good mentor. You felt safe with him, you knew he would be there if you needed him, like all of the Avengers.

It was nice to have found true friends.

You knew about his number one rule and you lived to see him struggle to keep it at bay for you. You wanted him and you knew...he had a crush on you... especially after one mission where you've been hurt. You had to spend one week at the medical bay, and Steve came every day to see you, for 4 hours. Every day he came with flowers and something to eat, he gifted you some books too, knowing you loved to read, he gave you a Spotify playlist, with all his favourite music. He was blushing hard for this one, feeling like a teenager and stupid. You loved every single attention and your crush for the captain was even bigger.

"Steve...forget about this rule, it's stupid.", declared Bucky. " You're clearly falling in love with her and she likes you too. Stop being the captain for a minute and be just Steve. You deserve it."

The Captain sighed, heavily. He knew his best friend was right. He couldn't deny it anymore, you had stolen his heart in the best way, made him feel more alive than he had ever felt.

You came to the game night, like always with some pastries made by you. When you arrived, nobody was there...except for Steve, who was dressed casually but nicely, his hair was trimmed.

"Hey Cappy!", you cheered. He smiled at you.

"Hey, sweetie ", you blinked at the nickname. Never in you're 2 years working with him, he has ever given you a nickname. You loved it. You smiled and gave him the box full of pastries.

" I baked cinnamon rolls, your favourite."

He took the box from you and kissed your cheek. "My favourite", he whispered, making you shiver.

You smiled up at him and he smiled back, his eyes full of love and you blushed.

"So...its just the two of us?", you asked.

Steve smiled wider and nodded slowly. "If you want it to be just us, yes. I would love to have a date night with you."

"And what about your number one rule, captain?".

"You have the answer in your question. I'm the captain, I make the rules".

You laughed and patted his cheek, then stroked it with your thumb, making him lean into your touch. You couldn't realise that it was true. That he finally caved and accepted that...the attirance was mutual.

You got on your tiptoes, his eyes following you and you slowly pressed your lips against his. Steve kissed you back, tenderly, holding the small of your back. You felt sparkles in your chest and butterflies in your stomach, passing your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Steve held you close to him, putting the box on the table, to hug you close.

"It's not always too bad to pick up a favourite", he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle.

"Damn right, stevie".

He kissed you hard, and you gasped, holding him tight.

"Damn right, sweetie.", he answered, before kissing your nose. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

You smiled, your Steve, always the gentleman. " I would love to be your girlfriend, boyfriend."

The end !

#steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #chris evan fandom #marvel fandom #marvel fanfics #marvel fanfic #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers blurb

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cdyssey · 4 months

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Tropes Draft #1: Apocalypse

Hi there! My friends @nakedmonkey, @smashingmagicklovely, @fat-fem-and-asian, and @harrietdyker played a game on Discord this week where we drafted a cast for a film based on common tropes in an apocalypse story, and now we're looking to settle a winner via poll! See short synopses of each movie under cut, but, of course, you're welcome just to vote based on vibes alone! At the end of the week, we'll reveal whose film was which.

[01.] sarah snook and ayo edebiri star in indie zombie drama ALL OF THE MEN ARE DEAD. snook plays alice, a world weary survivor trying to locate her younger sibling lachlan (liv hewson), who vanished after a fight. she rescues lost survivors brianna (ayo edebiri) and her younger sister lily (violet mcgraw), along with their dog tiger (DITTO THE DOG ! #1 on the call sheet) from a horde of zombies. In return, brianna says that she met lachlan a few weeks ago and directed them to the safe zone her mother zoya (sheryl lee ralph) leads before getting separated. she offers alice the same safety if they find their way back. despite her growing fondness for lily, alice can't shake a feeling of unease with her new companions. how does brianna know these lands so well? how did lily know alice's name? why did they leave the safe zone at all?

[02.] At Rainbow House, everyone is welcome and treated like family. At least, that’s what Eleanor Glass (Academy Award nominee Sigourney Weaver) and her wife Marcia (Academy Award winner Allison Janney) intended when they opened their LGBTQ youth center, which is under existential threat by the ominous corporation CTOA, headed by Maxwell Price (Academy Award nominee Colman Domingo). Now, in the aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse, Eleanor and Marcia have made efforts to turn the center into a safe house for all those who lost everything. Alongside longtime program director Charlie (Academy Award winner Ian McKellen) and Eleanor’s street-smart protege Sunny (Emmy winner Zendaya), they work tirelessly to protect everyone - even as CTOA continues its efforts to dismantle the organization. But when Price and his daughter Ashlyn (Emmy nominee Jenna Ortega) show up seeking shelter, Eleanor and Marcia must choose between their commitment to welcoming everyone as equals and their fight with Maxwell Price. Sunny’s secret relationship with Ashlyn complicates matters further, not to mention the possibility that CTOA had more to do with this nuclear fallout than anyone could have expected. Nominated for 4 Academy Awards including Best Original Screenplay and Best Actress (Weaver), Everyone’s Inn is a bold tale about love, found family, and the secrets we keep.

[03.] The Letum Project: In a near distant future, the lethal Letum Virus that targets both the developmental and nervous systems simultaneously is turning victims into distorted, violent walking corpses, and is running rampant, dismantling societal infrastructures at a rapid pace and wreaking havoc on a global scale. A team of elite medical professionals, spearheaded by Dr. Freya Wright (Olivia Colman) and partner Dr. August Beck (Mads Mikkelsen), has been working tirelessly in an underground facility to find a cure for the past 10 months, but an unexpected death in the team brings into question what the motivation behind the project really is. Propelled by the mysterious and tragic death of her wife and fellow researcher, Allison Harris (Rebecca Hall), and the unexplained disappearance of friend and mentor, Dr. Amelia Bailey (Harriet Walker), Dr. Greta Harris (Dagmara Dominczyk) embarks on a rogue quest to find answers along with colleague and famed vascular neurologist, Gabrielle Gomez (Gina Torres). What they find above ground is a nightmarish scene; entire towns of infected people left to rot in now fenced zones, while survivors now live off of rationed food and essentials in a highly militarized state, the rich prioritized over the poor. But those aren’t the only truths Greta is forced to face. Allison and Gabrielle had been working alongside Amelia on a project they had kept from the rest of the team; a potential cure that might have been successful had Allison not found herself suddenly infected. Betrayed by the revelation, and now finding themselves hunted by Dr. Wright and Dr. Beck, Greta is left to wonder if there’s anyone left to trust. Aided only by sporadic morse code messages received through an old radio left to them by an anonymous source shortly before their escape from the facility, Greta and Gabrielle embark on a dangerous quest to find out.

[04.] Gödshead: A deadly virus has ravaged North America, leaving only sparse pockets of healthy populations behind in its wake: small towns and even smaller villages, family compounds, isolated homesteads surrounded by barbed wire fences. For years, former real estate agent Parker Kingston (Tawny Cypress) lived in such a protected home with her two daughters, the responsible Audrey (Jasmin Savoy-Brown) and the younger, far more rebellious Ryan (Amandla Stenberg), but the start of the film finds both Parker and Ryan reeling after a raider attack results in Audrey’s death and the sudden loss of their home. Grief-stricken, wounded, and utterly undone, mother and daughter must carry on anyway, taking sanctuary in a heavily walled village called Gödshead. Though their personal relationship is tumultuous, both Kingston women settle into something of a routine in the quaint village as they get to know its colorful denizens. They share a house with Dr. Hutchings (Paul Giamatti), a cantankerous but well-meaning history professor; Parker forges an intimate bond with Marnie Thompson (Samantha Sloyan), a kind if strangely fragile teacher who takes care of the village’s children while their parents work. They also get to know Mayor Willa Thompson (Frances McDormand), Marnie’s mother, whose stern but fair hand has ensured the village’s continued prosperity. But what exactly is the price of prosperity in an apocalypse? Parker and Ryan soon discover that there’s more to the village that lies beneath its seemingly peaceful surface—indeed that the trade-off for peace is a sacrifice that all citizens of Gödshead must be prepared to make. Winters are brutal in the mountains, and meat is scarce; there’s a lottery every winter in Gödshead, and everyone has a number.

[05.] The Sick: The zombie apocalypse did not end the world as we know it. Nobody knows how the infection works, who can pass it on and why, and what, exactly, it does to a person: they just know who is sick. They just know who to kill. When Claire (Romola Garai), an exhausted local news reporter, is assigned to report on Refuge, an organisation fighting to protect the hunted sick, she finds out her best friend, the good-hearted Raul (Diego Luna), has been a part of the organisation for months now, but she does not get to confront him about it before he strangely dies. Claire takes it upon herself to get his latest case, the young and funny Layla (Hunter Schafer) to safety in his honor. With the help of Raul’s boss, the eccentric Eddie (Ncuti Gatwa), they go on a cross-country journey towards the shelter built by Refuge. But on their way, Claire’s investigative tendencies can’t let go of the feeling that Eddie is hiding something, and Layla is getting sicker, worried for her companions’ safety around her. It’s a rest-stop encounter with Harper (Harriet Dyer) that gives Claire her answers and Layla the opportunity to protect her friends: a former colleague of Eddie, left to die by Eddie after getting infected, Harper, now part of a resistance organisation fighting for liberation of the sick, is out for revenge, but revenge is not as clear-cut a thing as people think. She tries to convince Layla to abandon Claire and Eddie’s shelter idea and join her, because Eddie can’t be trusted and Claire is too naive. And if Claire was not conflicted enough about the discovery, Raul’s cousin, the mysterious Mateo (Vico Ortiz), who blames Eddie for Raul’s death, is working with Harper, and tries to convince Claire to join the revolution, too, so she won’t die in it.

#maggie blogs #we had so much fun playing sdjfhkf

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter three]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 2; part 4 ; part 5; final ʚ tw: MDNI. mentions of SEXUAL ABUSE INTENT (she is fine and safe). mentions of usage of drugs. medical terminology and treatment. slow burn romance.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

“If it’s not much of a trouble, then, I’d like to stay with you ~”

Law nods, calmly. However, his calm doesn’t last much longer. When he finally understands what you have just told him, he widens his eyes.

“You- you wanna come home, (Name)-ya?” he asks, almost stuttering. It’s pretty cute to see a man that looks so tough blushing.

“Heh… yes. I trust you, Law. If it’s an inconvenience though, I can go back to my hotel…” you murmur, you don’t really want to keep abusing of his help.

Law stands up, brushing his white coat with his hands and denies with his head.

“No. You can come with me. It’s better if someone keeps you company tonight”

You bite the inner side of your mouth. And perhaps you feel a little guilty… why are you so happy to hear he is going to take you home? You should be scared; still trembling for what happened before. But you simply can’t; Law’s aura transmits you a peace, you never knew you could feel.

Twenty minutes after, and a lot of awkward silences in between the doctor and you, a nurse called Vivi announces a police officer has come to talk to you.

You swallow. You are absolutely scared. Why is he here?

“Excuse me, I’m officer Roronoa Zoro. I’m here to make you a few questions about the incident, miss. If you don’t feel like answering tonight I can come back tom-“ a green haired officer, tall and with a wide chest, says. He has one eye closed, and a sharp mandible.

You don’t mind answering questions. However, you are not sure if you remember much about the incident.

“Of course, I can answer. Please go ahead” you nod, smiling shily. The officer could look intimidating, but you are right next to Law. You feel safe.

Law stands up and stretches his hand to the policeman. “I’m Dr. Trafalgar Law; I was there during the incident. I was the one who stopped that criminal from landing a hand on her. Is he already in jail, officer Roronoa?” he asks, with a much more stronger tone. Law is pissed about the situation still. The less he wanna listen now is how that bastard has been freed from jail.

Officer Roronoa nods with his eyes closed; “So you are Dr. Trafalgar. Nice to meet you. He is in jail. He wanted to press charges against you for the punch and the camera, but I suggested him not to do it…” he murmurs, giving you the impression, he condones a 100% Law’s actions.

You take your hand to your mouth. Law could get into a legal problem because of you?

“No, in any case tell him to press charges against me! I don’t mind I-“ you chime, desperately trying to avoid any inconvenience to your hero. But Law puts his tattooed hand over your shoulder.

“(Name)-ya, don’t worry. He won’t even have time to press any charge. Officer, I have a lab report with the confirmation he drugged her. Here” Law manages the situation like a professional but also like someone who deeply cares for you.

Soon, the proves are given and with not many more questions, Officer Roronoa leaves assuring you that nothing like that would ever happen to you again.

You trust in him. Not everybody is bad. Zoro, Law, Bepo, his friends, Dr. Robin, Nurse Vivi. All of them have been good to you. All of them have helped you out.

A few hours pass, and with them the night become almost dawn. The weekend is just starting, but outside the streets seem a little empty. You watch Law call someone, but you can’t hear him as you are waiting inside, behind the doors of the hospital.

Is cold. You can see steam coming from Law’s lips, and the glass windows of the main hall getting a little fogged. He is wearing a long black coat, and you, still your princess cosplay.

“(Name)-ya, wait here I will bring the car” he says, peeping through the sliding doors. You nod, hugging yourself with your arms.

Soon, Law’s SUV appears right by the entrance, and you begin to walk towards the exit waving at the staff with love. You make a mental note to come back tomorrow with something to eat for them, you need to thank them.

As you walk without looking in front of you, you bump into someone. His arms, his scent… “L-Law… sorry. I- I thought you were waiting on the car” you mumble, still with your nose almost buried into his chest.

“I- (Name)-ya… I-. It’s cold outside, please use this” he says, taking off his coat and placing it on your shoulders in the most caring way possible. He touches you as if you were made of crystal.

You take a moment to look into his icy eyes. The bustle of the reception suddenly disappears and most of the people there enjoy the romantic moment you two are the protagonists of.

Law also gets momentarily lost into your eyes, his lips slightly separate and his pupils dilate notoriously. He squeezes your shoulders, ever so lightly, and barely manages to murmur a “let’s go”.

You slowly nod and your bodies separate. You hold to dear life to the sides of the coat he just gave you; it’s warm like his embrace. And it smells just like him; manly, musky and sweet.

He runs to the side of the car, just to open the door for you. And you giggle. He is such a gentleman. “Thank you…”

Law immediately looks at his feet. He is probably not good at taking compliments. Soon, he gets inside the van and checks if you have the seatbelt on.

You do. Is a matter of security. Even if you are right now going home with someone you really don’t know.

As he drives in total silence, and the radio plays a soft song you can’t recognize, you can see the sun rising through the rear-view mirror. It’s still too weak to be considered morning, but a new day is definitely starting…

Maybe, perhaps, like Law’s infatuation for you.

The soft lulling motions of Law’s driving, the scent of his coat, and the exhaustion finally hit your body. The cold surface of the window next to you welcomes your temple as you fell asleep.

Law checks up on you, almost constantly. He needs to know you are ok, even if the main reason for his eyes scanning you is how beautiful you look while sleeping in his car.

A red gleam coming from the traffic light bathes his and your profile. He sighs, squeezing the steering wheel. It’s been a long time since he took a girl home, but honestly this doesn’t feel right… or at least not for the right reasons. It shouldn’t be this way…

However, right before the red turn to green, he felt the need inside his heart, to protect you no matter what. Now, and since you allow him to do so.

Law, who for some moments got lost on your peaceful cycle of breathing, forgets about driving. He simply stopped paying attention at the traffic lights. And with it, the honking of some cars behind you, woke you up.

You open your eyes, scared. Yet, the first thing you noticed was that kind façade looking at you, mesmerized.

The doctor immediately shakes his head and focus back on driving. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes; his hands have a slight tremble, too.

“I- I’m sorry I fell asleep. Did you say something, Law?” you ask, shyly and sitting properly on the cars seat.

“N-No. We- we are about to arrive home” he says, avoiding at all costs any type of visual contact with you. And you can only giggle internally; then again, a guy that looks so tough, shows you to be the softest of all.

A few minutes later, he grabs a little controller from the glove box in front of your knees. He grazes your leg, and you notice the way his breathing seems to stop for some seconds. But he needs to focus, he needs to get home.

In front of you, a huge modern building of who knows how many floors. The door of the parking entrance opens in a very elegant way, and inside Law drives.

You take a look at the pretty expensive place in awe. Of course, Law is young, but he is probably an amazing surgeon. “How pretty” you whisper, squeezing your bag against your belly. “I have never been in this part of the city…”

Law looks at you, briefly. He gives you a soft smile and parks in the #715 spot. “I can show you the neighbourhood later” he murmurs, while taking the keys off the ignition. “We could go have lunch at one of my… friend’s restaurant” he says, pronouncing the word “friend” with difficulty.

You are pleased and excited to meet his friend’s diner, so you show it to him with a rather cute and childish nodding of your head. It causes in Law, as almost everything you do, a revolution. His cheeks become a little flushed again, but he tries his best to act normal.

Soon, he gets off the car and helps you stand up. “Here, let me help you. You might feel a little dizzy still. Is better if you take it easy” he says, pulling softly from your hand and grabbing your bag. You feel fine, maybe a little blunt, but you can definitely walk on your own.

But even though Law can tell you can walk properly, he never lets go of your hand as you head down the elevators of the building. When the doors open, and the lights of an expensive looking lift hit your eyes, you indeed feel lightheaded and lose a little bit of balance.

But there he is, again, to support you. “Come here” he says, lifting you up from your legs in arms. You gasp; you can’t process how you are now not standing but resting on his arms once again.

“L-Law… i- it’s ok!” you jolt, grabbing to his shoulders. Your hero is pretty tall, so you are a few centimetres more off the ground than you would actually imagined.

“You could fall. The elevator is not safe” he says, taking some steps to get inside the lift.

You laugh, taking a look at how the mirrors around reflect some kind of a fairytale scenery. The princess being rescued by the tough knight. “You would look so good cosplaying Sora, the Warrior of the Sea” you chime, completely ignorant of how much that means to Law.

He presses the 7th floor button, and a smile invades his façade. Even if, in less than a few seconds, such beautiful smirk disappears.

“You like Sora, Law?” you ask, insisting on something you believe you two have in common. “I do. But… I don’t do cosplay. I’m too old for it” he spits, rather venomously and sounding a lot cocky.

You tilt your head to the side. You are sure both of you are around the same age. “Old? For cosplaying? Are you kidding me? When I was a teenager I couldn’t buy the materials to create good cosplays… it is now when you should do it! But… is your loss, I was gonna cosplay Sora’s wife…”

Law’s eyes shine bright. His ultimate fictional crush, was indeed Sora’s wife. And now he understands the similarities in between her and you. “You- I…” he stutters.

“Yes, you can come with me. Extra points if you cosplay Sora” you chime, happily.

The doors of the elevator open, showing an equally luxurious and sophisticated hall full of doors. Law has just been “saved by the bell”. And you, still on his arms, allow your heart to wonder to the meadows of fairy tales fantasies. Your knight, saving you from the evil dragon, taking you back to his palace.

“I can walk by myself, Law…” you giggle, seeing him struggle to open the door with you in arms and your bag hanging on the side.

“Do-Don’t worry” he says, finally unlocking the door and getting inside his apartment. As he walks in, you take a swift look at the place. Everything seems perfectly arranged, as if someone knew a girl was coming in.

Through the little hall that takes you to the living room, you notice a few photographs hanging on the wall. One with some children, another one with a couple of doctors and a girl and the other one a very young Law in the arms of a guy dressed as a clown.

Law finally deposits you in a black couch. “There, take your time before standing up. You want some tea?” he offers you, hanging your bag next to the door and heading to the kitchenette next to the living room.

“That would be great, yes!” you accept, taking a look at the balcony that shows the views of the city through a big glass door. “Law, your apartment is beautiful”

The doctor nods and proceeds to heat some water. He prepares the tea in silence, yet, quickly enough so that he doesn’t keep you waiting.

The warm beverage feels like heaven when you take a sip of it. Honestly, you needed it. However, you still feel uncomfortable as the cosplay begins to itch against your skin. But you don’t say anything; you have already taken a lot from Law.

But, Law, knows best… “(Name)-ya I don’t have any women’s clothing in here. But I can give you mine if you want. You can take a shower. I will show you the bathroom”

“Oh~. Yes, thank you” you bow, closing your eyes. You are, at this point, absolutely ashamed of how much he has helped you already.

Law’s lip curl a bit; his smirks aren’t big, and you can tell he isn’t used to smile. “Wait a second, I will get everything ready” he says, walking towards a hall with only two doors. You can tell one is for his room, and the other for the bathroom.

You take that time alone to scan the place better. Your eyes land on the little bookshelf next to the door. In there, all the volumes of “Sora, The Warrior of the Sea” are perfectly arranged. Those and every possible character book. There also other manga and books. But what catches your attention the most, is a precious resin figure of Sora fighting against the Germa 66 soldiers.

“WOW” you exclaim, giving a simple fuck about that “take it easy” advice Law has given you, and running to the bookshelf. You inspect every detail of it, amazed and probably also thinking how much such work of art must have costed.

Of course, you forget about Law for quite some seconds, so, the moment he speaks it makes you jolt.

“(Name)-ya… I have clot-“

“AH JESUS CHRIST!” you jump scared, turning around with cheeks already on fire. “I’m sorry I was just taking a look at… this” you point to the figure, flashing a sweet smile towards him. For some reason you feel guilty for existing right now.

Law walks towards you with clothes and a fresh towel in his hands. His long legs only need a few steps to get closer to you, and you feel -or at least fantasize- as if he was coming to kiss you. Dreaming that way should be illegal…

“It’s ok. You can look at it then. Please, follow me” he says, almost whispering, and looking straight into your eyes. It almost sounded like an order… Why… so… sexy?!

You receive the clothes, and nod with a simple “ngh”. Following him, his tattooed hands open the door of his perfectly clean and arranged bathroom. Of course, he must be a freak of cleaning.

“Here, if you need anything you can ask me. Be careful with hot water, it could make your blood pressure go down suddenly, and you are unstable right now. Also, there is liquid soap there, and if you wanna take a long bath just use this.” he says, pointing at the buttons on his bathtub…

“A jacuzzi? Wow, fancy doctor” you chime, little by little your real self comes back as the drug effects finally seem to fade completely.

Law scoffs almost inaudibly. He probably likes you calling him doctor... “Heh, well… I will let you have some privacy. If you need something or feel dizzy, please call me. I’ll be on the kitchen” he says, walking away without looking at you directly, but doing so by the reflection of the mirror as he closes the door.

You sigh the moment he leaves. Every time his silver eyes fix on you, you feel like all the oxygen around is gone…

Taking a look in such mirror, you let your -ruined- cosplay fall to the ground. You notice the little bruises on your arms. Ones from the hands of that bastard, the others from the blood tests and iv access. A thing you had forgotten for some time while being next to Law, suddenly comes back like a painful memory of some hours ago. However, it feels so far in time. Law has made such experience better.

You open the tab, and in an instant sweet lukewarm water creates steam all around. It feels relaxing, and you even think of indulging on the jacuzzi function. But, it wouldn’t be fair. Law hasn’t slept yet; you couldn’t make him wait so much for you.

You suddenly remember you need to pick up your stuff from the hotel, as if, you were going to stay longer in Law’s house. You giggle, as the extremely hot water kisses your neck – something you shouldn’t do, and something you have absolutely ignored from Law-. “What am I thinking of? I should take an uber back to my hotel… I need to go back home by the end of the weekend…”

It certainly pains you. You don’t want to be away from these new people you just met. It’s true you don’t live pretty far away, but it is at least a three-hour long drive from Law’s home.

“I will… I will… mi… miss….” You stutter, feeling as if everything around begins to spin and your limbs become week.

A loud thump… and his voice, and the warm embrace now holding your wet and naked skin

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “(Name)-ya!”

[continues in ➡ chapter 4 ]

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shini--chan · 1 year

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Hey! Just want to start this off by saying that your blog is amazing! So a couple of years ago I had this medical emergency that caused a cist on my ovary to rupture, the symptoms were similar to appendicitis with high fever, dry heaving and rapid dehydration. How would America, England, Germany and Spain react to their s/o falling so ill, that they would need immediate medical attention? Especially if they let it get to a point where s/o passes out due to the stress and pain.

Sheesh, I hope you had a good recovery and are doing well at the moment. Also – Thank you ;P

Yandere Hetalia – Plaster on a gunshot wound

America

Alfred would be very lassie-faire towards the whole situation. If questioned, then he would simply responded that he was seen his sh!t and that what would be happening at the moment is tame in comparison to stuff that he already expertised. He would provide first-aid himself – determined to have as few people involved as possible because he would want to be seen as your hero. Other people preforming heroism would only scratch at his ego.

However it would quickly turn out that it would be best not to trust Alfred in medical emergencies, especially when it concerns somebody that he is so heavily attached to. He would start fumbling, snapping at everybody around him, and it would take a lot of talking to make him back-off and let the professionals do their job.

There would be the danger that he would inflict permanent damage, or even jeopardise your life – that is how much he would want to be the one to save you. That is how much he would balk at the idea of letting anybody close to you.

England

Like his son, he would be prideful and want to do all the work himself. Unlike Alfred, Arthur would be pragmatic enough to let professional people step in. In Arthur’s case, he wouldn’t do things by halves – either he would take full responsibility for your care, or he would contact an acquaintance to tend to you.

You were breathing shallowly, skin light green. Arthur checked you in the rear mirror every couple of seconds, his brow furrowing in frustration. If anything, this whole situation annoyed him more than causing him to panic. In hindsight, he had been too callous in his punishment of you. He shouldn’t have deprived you of water for so long. Yet he also blamed you – this all could have been avoided if you hadn’t made him so irate by spitting into his tea.

Sighing, he fished his phone out of the side compartment and scrolled through his contact list. Staring at his phone while driving was mighty irresponsible, however, if anybody ever chided him on that, he would just snap back that he had been driving cars since they were invented, and if anybody knew how to drive while distracted, it would be him.

Finally finding the contact he need, he called, pressing the phone against his ear. While striving to be up-to-date with cutting edge technology, he still couldn’t really befriend the speaker system. Besides, he didn’t want to wake you up.

“Hello Mr Kirkland, what can I do for you?”

“Alberton! Now I would normally love to do some chit-chat with you before going to the meat of the issue but this is an emergency. I have a very dehydrated youngster on the backseat, passed out even.”

“Alright, I’ll prepare a room.”

“That’s a lad. I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

The person, he would take you too would be a medical professional in Arthur’s trust, discreet so that the treatment wouldn't show up in any records, not the sort to ask any questions or to help you.

Germany

In your case, it would most likely due to an illness and accident, since Ludwig wouldn’t lay a hand on you. If anything, it would take a lot to provoke his wrath. That is of course, if we are talking about post-1945 Ludwig. The pre-1945 Ludwig would be a different story where we won’t go into further detail in this post.

Would be take care of you to the best of his ability before the incident, making sure you eat healthy and get a lot of exercise. If he wouldn’t have to take you to a hospital, then he would just call a house doctor and have you treated at his house. If that wouldn’t be the case, then he would drive you to a private hospital, and pay a handsome sum to have you treated and to ensure their silence.

This could be your chance to escape, and should the hospital staff not buy into his tall tales, they could even help you escape. Though Ludwig would be there as well, and if allowed, he would request to sleep in the same room as you.

Spain

His first reaction would be to have ten seconds of panic and then go to business. He would ring up one of his friends to bring a van with medical equipment and have you treated at his place. If the medical stuff wouldn’t fit into the living space, then you would be shoved into the van. Being immortal, he would know that his view of humans is skewed and that he would just end up doing something wrong if he would take the matter in his own hands.

During your recovery he would dote on you and also take the opportunity to illustrate this as a reason that you need him. Antonio would tell you stories of people that died alone and were eaten by their pets. And of people that died alone and were only discovered by the stench the emitted. What would you have done if it weren’t for him?

If the both of you weren’t living in the city already, then he would move to the city. That way, if something were to occur again, he would be close to help. Of course, that is only if you were to behave.

#yandere hetalia #yandere america #yandere england #yandere spain #yandere germany #x reader #yandere hetalia x reader

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istra-ish-sucha-geek · 2 months

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Question:

Do people talking about public transit cities/walkable cities walk regularly?

I was seeing some discourse started by @amtrak-official about walking cities, and then some people talking about 15-minute cities and someone said a FIVE minute access to groceries and work and everything.

I’m disabled; I have chronic pain.

I walk EVERY DAY (for the diabetes.)

After walking EVERY DAY for more than a year; I have a fairly average walking pace.

5 minutes is the end of my driveway and back. It’s like 600 steps.

Even a 15 minute walk (for me, and I’m slow-average) is barely any distance at all.

I can see how 15 minutes could work in an urban setting - especially if you stretch it a bit, since an average mile pace is about 20 minutes (although if the mile is the diameter of a circle from a central point, you’re gonna get a lot more bang for your buck, but you could also end up being 40 minutes from your desired destination if it’s on the wrong side of town).

But it’s all gonna be VERY. CLOSE. TOGETHER.

And 5 minutes is right out. RIGHT out. It’s just not enough area. Even if you’re working from home!

And if everyone is working from home, who is picking up all the garbage, and who is running maintenance on electricity, water, internet and other utilities? Plumbing?! Are manual labor jobs also getting to work 15 minutes walking from home, or do they still commute places? That’s too many people living in too small space.

And where is the PARK? And GARDEN? I can’t live without my garden.

Where is all the infrastructure like SUB stations going? Is that within 5 minutes?

Even in like Jane Austen time, walking to get places was more than 15 minutes.

Maybe I’m taking all this way to literally - I have a tendency to do that - but …

The maths ain’t mathing. Even just thinking of building footprints ALONE - what about religious communities?

And sure you can build UP, but the more people you have in 15 minutes, the more people you NEED in 15 minutes. Like say you got 20 people, maybe one doctor a nurse and an office person can deal with all their daily medical needs, but what that means you actually have 17 peeps + 3 medical professionals. Then you stuff 40 people in, but you really need 3 more medical peeps, so it’s 34+6.

What about religious spaces? What about religious spaces for different religions?

And how are we feeding this many people? Is all the food being commuted in? Or are we saving space for chickens and gardens and things?

(I May be weird for thinking of that, since I know most food in urban places IS commuted in; I just live in the country, we grow some of our own fruit and veg, and if I WANTED, I could buy eggs and milk and even all kinds of meats from farmers within about 5-8 miles.)

Saving space for chickens and gardens is going to cost space for humans and building UP cuz sunlight + fresh air.

My point is:

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH SPACE.

Transit and travel is still NEEDED.

And not everybody can WALK.

Heck some days *I* can’t walk!

Some days it’s not SAFE to walk outside because of FIRE or WEATHER or things.

I just.

Look: I really want BETTER than what we have. WhT we have is garbágê. But it’s not gonna get better unless we sit down and figure out how to DO IT *with* each other.

And I’m just a middle aged, disabled white lady who lives in the country with four cats, a dog, a hobbit, a 20x20 foot garden while their sibling does horse archery on three acres (animals need a lot of room. Do country places and animals just not exist in this walkable utopia?).

#and where are we getting water from #water is a big deal #I mean not in the PNW Willamette valley #there’s water everywhere #BUT OTHER PLACES #Is there water every 15 minutes #I just #I have questions #maybe this is supposed to be a nice dream #and I’m ruining it by saying but how #but I guess I kind of think nice dreams are supposed to become reality #and you get there by asking how

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slasherholic · 2 years

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warnings: typical asa vileness and threats. otherwise, none

Thirty Random Asa Headcanons...

• Asa rarely swears, and when he does, the instance will warrant it. Not when he’s angry. His language gets clipped and curt when he’s lost his temper, not vulgar, potential for casually slipped-in threats aside. The only time you’re ever likely to hear him swear is when he’s sexually degrading you.

• If the question of previous marriages comes up, Asa will tell you he had a divorce the year before he started teaching as a professor. That’s an outright lie. He just doesn’t want you to think too hard about why he’s in his fifties and has never once been married.

• Professor Emory used to joke about the small scar on his forehead with the students who asked by giving everybody a different explanation, so by the end of the semester, nobody actually knew how he got it. Heavy speculation ensued, and the prevailing narrative became that he sustained it in a field-related accident. The scar on his nose is more recent, and came about after he retired as a professor. His excuse? One of his rarest specimens nearly escaped, and he cut his face on glass in the process of trying to get it back. Not a complete fabrication; it was quite the little fighter.

• He stands 6’1 and weighs about 210 lbs. His weight might fluctuate between 205-220 throughout the course of a year, depending on how much free time he’s had to work out and maintain his muscle.

• He once took a bet with his students about whether or not he could split a watermelon between his thighs with the wager that if he couldn’t, he’d give everybody five free points of extra credit on their upcoming essay. Nobody got extra credit.

• Asa is surprisingly flexible for his build and if you catch him before a workout you’ll understand why. He does a full stretch-routine as a warm up to avoid pulling a muscle that would keep him from partaking in his extracurricular activities that night.

• He keeps his bedroom at a refrigerator-cold temperature and sleeps in cotton boxer briefs. He doesn’t like sleeping nude, unless it’s so hot that he’s sweating in his bed. It feels unrefined.

• He’s an atheist and always has been. Church became a grueling chore for him at the age of 6. His father’s side of the family were Ashkenazi Jews, although his father became non-practicing in adulthood; Arthur Emory’s marriage to Asa’s mother, Esther, a catholic woman, strained familial relationships to the point that Asa rarely saw his paternal grandparents. Asa was named after his great-great grandfather. (Fun irony: Asa’s name is Hebrew, and means “doctor” or “healer.”)

• In his professional life, he only dresses in black on special occasions. Black puts him in a very dominant mood. If Asa comes into work wearing more than two articles of black clothing, you can bet on it that something interesting is happening; a banquet, an important meeting, a lecture, and so on.

• Asa has moderate OCD. It was more severe for the first half of his life and downright terrible in highschool and college. He tapered himself off his medication (against doctor’s orders) in his thirties, and has learned to keep his obsessive compulsions in check since. Some, though, have stubbornly lingered. He’s perfectly fine to dump dismembered, rotting bodies down a rancid chute in the hotel basement and let the mess fester, but his house and work environments must be in perfect sterile order. He’s willing to get covered from head to toe in gore, but he still has to open the door to public restrooms with a paper towel.

• He’s right-handed.

• His fashion style bounces between rugged outdoorsy professor, business casual, and sophisticated curator. His outfit of the day comes down to the weather, his energy levels, and what aspects of his personality he’s looking to play up.

• The first time he owned a mammal as a pet was when he bought his purebred German Shepherds. His father never let him or his siblings have any large pets. Even his pet bug collection was on thin ice. Besides insects and arachnids (and people), Asa’s favorite animals to keep as pets are reptiles. In his late twenties he owned an emerald tree boa, which he donated to a reptile sanctuary when he started going away for long stretches on field work in his thirties. He’d like to have one again, if only he wasn’t so busy caring for his other pets.

• He prefers the summer and spring months to fall and winter despite his habit of dressing in layers solely because many of the insects he enjoys seeing around his city, butterflies, moths, certain beetle species, hibernate or die off overwinter. With the exception of the winter stonefly. Those are always a treat.

• If he wasn’t an entomologist, he could have a career as an interior designer, easily. His exquisite attention to detail shows in his work office and at home. Asa greatly enjoys the process of planning and furnishing a room, and finds it very fulfilling to have it all come together. His home furnishing style is traditional and formal and cultivates a refined, elegant atmosphere that lends itself to his entomology decor.

• When Asa is only doing project work around the hotel and not “going out on the town,” he’ll commonly forgo the mask, lenses, and eye makeup to save himself the hassle of scrubbing dark streaks out of his waterline the next day before work. When he comes in for his shift in the morning looking more tired than usual, sporting the faintest remnants of what looks like guy-liner, it’s guaranteed that he was up to no good last night.

• He conducts himself professionally around colleagues and the people he works with who are of equal standing to his position. You are only in danger of being subjected to his sadistic workplace harassment schemes if you are an intern, were hired very recently, work reception or in the cafeteria, come off as too anxious to speak up against him, or work in his department and really suck at your job.

• His intention when making that ridiculous mask was to disturb and unsettle. His outfit helps foster the sort of fear he’s after on his sprees right from the get-go. One glimpse of the mask, the flashing blade, and those reflective eyes in a dark room, and his victims know instinctively what is going to happen to them if they are caught.

• His fondest memories from childhood are of the lazy summer evenings he’d spend alone in the woods across from his house, catching bugs, the neighborhood around him drowned away by humming cicadas; the thrill and fascination at that age when he discovered an insect he’d never seen before was unparalleled.

• From his speaking voice, Asa sounds like he’d have a nice bass-baritone singing voice, but his singing is mediocre at best. He rarely, if ever, sings aloud, so no, he isn’t going to sing at your karaoke night. He doesn’t even sing to himself in the shower. He plots in the shower. You’ll occasionally catch him humming along to a tune while tapping his foot though, and that sounds pleasant enough.

• If you had him pick a favorite color, he’d answer green. A lot of his dress shirts are sage or olive green. His car is green. His office is green. He doesn’t have a least favorite color, though he doesn’t typically decorate with pink or purple, unless it’s being utilized in his paintings.

• His habit of dressing in layers has to do with the fact that he’s always concealing a knife on him. Often it’s a switchblade stashed in his pocket, sometimes it’s a full combat knife holstered in a leather sheath at the back of his belt that needs hiding with a jacket. Depends on his mood. He does however enjoy the feeling of domineering the poor, sweet new hire at work while entertaining the fantasy that if he wanted to, right now, he could have them bent over his desk with his mouth pressed firmly to their ear and his cold knife at their throat.

• His answer to “what is your love language” is “threats of grievous bodily harm”. The smile afterwards says that was supposed to be a sarcastic joke. If you’re going to bother him with foolish questions, don’t expect a real answer.

• His most worn colognes are Cuiron pour Homme (leather-woody notes), Bois du Portugal Creed (woody, floral notes), and Black Gold (fresh, spicy, leather notes).

• Running away from Asa in a straight line is a terrible idea. He can hit a fleeing victim clean in the thigh with a knife from forty feet away. Do not gamble against his throwing accuracy, you will lose every time.

• When Asa travels, he doesn’t like going to the beach. He likes sitting next to the beach, lounging poolside in a private resort restaurant or cabana. Maybe he’ll take a swim later in the evening when the crowds have all died down, but after he’s going directly up to his room to shower off. That dried-out feeling of salt clinging to his skin and hair does not sit well with him. (Bonus: The only time you’ll ever see this man knock back a drink or two is on vacation. His go-tos are Dirty Martinis, Aviations and French 75s.)

• His wallet is simple, compact and classic. Dark brown italian leather, polished to a soft luster. He only keeps the basics on him: License, Insurance cards, Medical ID, Debit card, Credit card, and Costco membership.

• He’s good at blackjack and poker. So good that he’s been accused of cheating. He plays it on vacation, as an excuse to start a conversation with a might-be victim. He’ll teach you how to play, if he has the spare time, and if you ask him very nicely.

• He’s had dreams about being arrested and handed a death sentence. He wouldn’t call them nightmares. Dreams are random, empty noise, simply the brain’s way of making sense of activity happening during sleep. They don’t affect his mood, nor his stress levels. And besides. If suspicions ever do turn to him, he has multiple prepared routes out of the country.

• He knows you’re looking at his chest when he wears a turtleneck.

#asa emory #the collector #the collection #slashers #headcanons #writing #horror #fanfic

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spongeknife · 4 months

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An Idea That Would've Helped Me Process My System Better (also hello i haven't posted in a while)

TL;DR IF YOU CANT READ THROUGH If your system is in recovery and feels as though everyone's just becoming defensive/closed off, it may be (partially) because of phrasing when discussing different alters, as an alter may not feel truly supported or connected to the challenges you guy's face. This is about recovery and specifically about when trying to process a system through a third party (in my examples I use medical professionals - MP, but this could include anyone) When I was first open to getting support for my system, I remember being told in many different ways that "an(y) alter HAD a purpose, but don't necessarily have that same purpose now - so let's try to help them change their behaviors" WHICH is a lot easier said than done, right? But, I also didn't have the experience to fully understand what that means or how to support any alters into participating so a lot of helpful advice wasn't usable. SO, I felt frustrated and mostly like I was stuck banging my head against a wall to get the system to a better place. AND the entire system was feeling generally tense because everybody felt vindicated by each other. Alter(s) with an "older purpose" felt they were underappreciated, especially, and were looping back to not wanting to seek support. I started to see the bigger problem (and picture) when I was able to understand why some of the alters felt they were not being taken seriously. And that the wording MPs were using weren't very empathetic. Most of the time, when referencing these alters, words like "useful and not useful", "purposeful and not purposeful", and "help and unhelpful" were used. Along with this, sessions about those alters talked about how they needed to change now, or how they didn't have a "function" now (or their function wasn't good/beneficial). When the system started to change phrasing, and started to change wording to be more understanding of experiences/characteristics we couldn't understand, the alters were more willing to work and communicate as a cohesive unit. If you're a system who's trying to recover but can't seem to get past a communication stage, I would try becoming less goal-oriented and more process-oriented. We have done this by: -creating reaction trees to help think out harmful actions [goal/motive -> actions to achieve motive -> intended consequences AND unintended consequences -> was original goal achieved? -> ideas for different actions to have the same goal that could be used instead] is an example we use -doing venn diagrams of how someone feels about the alter/action vs how the alter feels/thinks about the action (with a similarity bubble to see what things are in common) -taking ANY (genuine/reasonable) feedback from the alter being discussed, even if it's just a paper with angry scribbles (feedback shows an awareness of communication, and can be worked on to become clearer later - it shows a first step) I'm not quite sure if this will help anyone, but when I think back to the start of my recovery I remember being told what NOT to do, but not really being told what better examples could look like. In any case, of course advice or anything will vary from system to system, and what worked for me may not work for you. This is just a generalized idea if you're not sure where to start and don't think this will do any harm to try (if you're unsafe or not ready, please follow your best judgement on what to do). I also mostly say this because I was seeing this kind of thing on a lot of system recovery pages (Not just on tumblr, but on other websites as well), and I think for some people it's not really important (phrasing may not be a big deal), but I feel for some systems this may help/make more sense. (also please know my intent is well even if I worded things a little weird or rambled a bit, I don't really want discourse or anything about this, i just am not very good at communicating my thoughts)

#did #alters #dissociative disorder #dissociative system #did system #actually did #actually osdd #recovery #system tips #system stuff #system recovery #trauma work #i hope this makes sense #if you read through until the end you deserve a gold star #also this is pretty hyperspecific so sorry to nonsystem mutuals who follow me lol #tbf if you want to support someone you could probably still use this

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bitchesgetriches · 11 months

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Hi there, bitches! I was hoping to get your input on something. I saw your article about your guide for runaways, and I’m really glad I did. I’m not currently one, but I’d like to be. However, there’s a ginormous but here.

My parents are abusive as fuck, as well as suuuuper rich. I’m talking in the millions. This presents me with an issue.

I could leave any time within the next two years and never have to see them/put up with them again. It’d be great for my long-term wellbeing.

…but if I do that, I’ll miss out on the college savings they have for me (estimated to be around 40k or higher) and building a safe, secure life in adulthood becomes 10x harder. I don’t know what could happen to me on the streets, or worse, if they take me back and I’m stuck with them being way worse than usual.

Right now, staying here for the money is my plan, unless I enter a crisis over the abuse, meaning I’ll run away for sure.

What do I do??

Duckling, I just want to remind you that we are NOT psychiatrists or social workers. And I don't have a ton of background information on your situation. So if we're talking serious, physical abuse, and you are under age 18, your first step is to approach a safe adult outside the family for help. This can be a doctor, a school guidance counselor, a trusted teacher, or the parent of a friend. If your parents are abusing you, then for your own safety, you need professional intervention to remove you from that abusive situation and keep you safe.

If the abuse is minor, or if they're just creating a toxic home environment, but you are relatively safe, then I strongly suggest beginning with a conversation. Tell your parents your concerns. Ask them for help changing the home environment and your relationship. Suggest family therapy. It will excruciatingly awkward and could lead to an argument! But you owe it to your mental well-being to try.

Lastly, I'll just say this: if money is enough to tempt you to tough it out, then you are probably not in any lasting danger. With money come resources like medical care, therapy, or boarding school that are all safer options than running away.

Leaving Home before 18: A Practical Guide for Cast-Offs, Runaways, and Everybody in Between

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Somehow, the reader ends up getting mind controlled/brain washed by somebody, and now, they’ve been sent out to attack, and possibly kill, the bots. Headcanons for how Cyberverse Ratchet, G1 Mirage, G1 Red Alert, MTMTE Tailgate, and MTMTE Swerve would react to this/what would they do to try and get the reader out of the control.

I'm actually so stoked for this one omg?? Thank you for sending it in!! I didn’t do Cyberverse Ratchet as I’m not super familiar with him, sorry about that ^^’

G1 Mirage and Red Alert and MTMTE Tailgate and Swerve with brainwashed S/o

CW - brainwashing + minor violence mentions

Under the cut for length :)

Mirage

Angry, to say the least

As part of Spec Ops, he's seen things beyond description and done things he's not proud of. But this? This takes the cake for the worst thing that could have happened

Despite his feelings towards the situation, he's a professional first and he's got a job to do. He's going to do everything in his power to get you back. He knows that chances are it's gonna be a messy process, but he's willing to do what it takes

When actually faced with you, he hesitates for a moment. Yes, he's a professional and this is his job and it needs to get done but it's you

But he does his job with a grimace and manages to secure you. With you safely in Autobot hands, he devotes whatever time he can to finding a way to snap you out of it. It hurts him more than he can say to see you swipe at him whenever he gets close enough, but he keeps telling himself it's only temporary

Luckily, he was right. The effects eventually wear off, after too many nights if you in a cell and him pacing outside

After you're given the all clear that no, you aren't being controlled anymore, and no, you aren't fit to go back to duty, he takes it upon himself to help you get better the best you can

Takes you out to participate in what activities he can put together that the two of you would do before the war. Sure, they aren't perfect, and as a former noble that isn't something he's entirely proud of, but the way your face relaxes and the look of familiarity forms in your eyes makes it worth while to him

Red Alert

As paranoid a bot as he is, you being mind controlled was something he always thought might happen. Well, you and everybody he’d ever known ever

He notices you acting strange after coming back from a solo patrol (something he was always against. Anything can happen to somebody on their own, patrols really should be done in pairs), and is quick to voice his concerns

He expected to be told he was overreacting, paranoid even. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to lunge at him like a bot possessed

He makes a comically quick escape, with you hot on his heels, and manages to sound the alarm

He flees the scene relatively quick, leaving the actual heavy work to those more suited to it

With you restrained and the medics working on a way to bring you back, Red Alert is on a quest of improved security

Thanks to both him and the events that transpired, patrols are no longer solo, and each shift needs at least two bots on board. He tries to push for tighter security, but gets told that they need to focus on “one thing at a time”

Even after all is said and done, it’s going to take a long time for your relationship to go back to normal, if it ever does. Yes he loves you and yes he wants to be there with you, but his fear of you still being not fully in control or it maybe happening again keeps him at bay

He somewhat blames himself for the whole incident. Maybe if he had pushed harder against solo patrols, maybe if he had been more tight on security none of this wouldn’t have happened

It might take a while, but work with him and things will start to straighten themselves out

Tailgate

He doesn't understand at first. What do you mean there's something wrong, they're right there???

After it's properly explained, he passes right through shock to panic and horror and into a panic attack the likes of which the Lost Light has never seen

He wants to help in any way he can, he really does! He's just not,,, sure what to do

It takes Cyclonus holding him back and the promise that they're going to fix you for him to calm down enough to be properly reasoned with

When faced with a mind controlled you, his first instinct is to try to talk you down. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't really work at first, but the little flicker in your eye that started up when he reminded you of how you first met urged him to continue

And so he talks and he talks and he talks and he starts to get through to you and as soon as he sees it’s starting to work, he’s rushing forward and grabbing your hands in his

He’s with you through the entire recovery process, bringing you updates on the happenings of the ship, and just generally keeping you company and in the loop while you get better

Swerve

He’s just trying to run his bar why is there yet another emergency alert

Holes up with some patrons who decided to stay in the bar (everybody still has to pay for their drinks though, he isn’t running a charity!)

When you, in all your mind controlled grace and glory, burst into the bar and start throwing punches, he’s quick to dive behind the bar and call for backup

Swerve is quick to figure out what’s going on thanks to the copious amounts of media he’s consume, and, like Tailgate, decides the power of conversation is the best way to deal with the situation

Except, unlike Tailgate, his attempts at communication are a rapid fire wave of words that are almost impossible to fully make out

It,,, works somehow. Maybe you’re just used to his ramblings and it’s easier for you, or it’s the familiarity of the rambling itself, but slowly but surely he’s bringing you out of it

While most probably have little to no clue what Swerve is saying, you know it’s something heartfelt and true and it’s something for what remains of your self to grab on to and wrestle back control

Recovery is probably the best with Swerve. He gets all the good gossip as a bartender, and he shares it with you when he gets the chance. While he doesn’t see himself as somebody who often gossips, he’s happy to do it to see you smile after such an event

Sends Ten to check on you when he can’t do it himself

If somebody talks bad about you regarding the incident, they’re banned from the bar, no questions asked

#transformers #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #transformers g1 #mtmte #mirage #g1 mirage #red alert #g1 red alert #tailgate #mtmte tailgate #swerve #mtmte swerve

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YET ANOTHER snippet of my spicy six zombie au, this time it's steddie's fic, the one that started it all<3 i'm hoping to start posting this series by the end of the week!! tw: mild sexual content

March 10th, 1986. Excerpt from the Hawkins Post.

Reports in Los Angeles of cannibalistic, brain-dead individuals attacking innocent civilians and transferring their unknown disease. Individuals look like they’re actively decaying and they’re typically sluggish but incredibly dangerous. Medical professionals do not understand how they are surviving with massive blood loss and in worse cases, missing organs. So far, it only seems to be in California and troops are being sent to handle them. No one knows how large these groups are or the most effective way to stabilize the threat.

Steve Harrington is a decently rational person. He wasn’t before the apocalypse. Definitely loved to jump to conclusions and make a huge mess of things before knowing all the details. Spoke and acted before thinking. But now, he’s learned to be more level-headed. He had to be in this environment.

He is one of six adults with a hoard of teenagers and one pre-teen that are all under their care. Having five other adults, (if you could even truly call them that seeing as Eddie is the only one actually in his twenties), is a relief sometimes. If one of them is panicking, there is at least another person who can jump in and be the voice of reason. Steve keeps his freakouts to a minimum nowadays. He’s private about them and there are only two people who ever see him crack. Robin and Eddie.

Steve Harrington’s libido, however, is not rational in the slightest. It’s no secret that Steve is head over heels for his boyfriend and Eddie shares the sentiment right back. They keep their PDA pretty PG around the others because the last thing someone wants to see when they’re actively fighting the end of the world is the two of them playing tonsil hockey. The two of them are rarely alone so they have to be creative with their sex life.

It’s not ideal. Steve longs for the days he spent with Eddie in bed in his suburban home, living off of kisses and sweet nothings. But it’s certainly not the worst thing happening to them on a day-to-day basis.

The issue is that Steve’s horny brain loves to kickstart at the absolute worst moments. And today, he only has one thing to blame: Eddie’s southern upbringing.

Eddie Munson grew up in various towns throughout the south, the longest being a small town in Texas from ages ten to fourteen. He started living with his Uncle Wayne full time his freshman year of high school and even Wayne had an Appalachian drawl to his voice despite being in Indiana.

It was safe to say that there was a certain way Eddie’s voice formulated from those environments. A decently thick Southern accent coated every word he spoke for a long time. After being teased for it in his teens, Eddie got better at hiding it. Learned to speak slower so he could hear what he was saying and tried to be more articulate. The accent would return whenever he was stressed, angry, or drunk.

Today, Eddie Munson is stressed. They’re all stressed. The party split up in the middle of the night because the abandoned shed that they found after a long day of migrating did not have enough room for everybody. Instead of continuing to hunt into the pitch-black night, Nancy suggested that she and Robin take the kids who were still awake enough to keep going while Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle took care of the ones that wanted to go to sleep. Those ended up being Dustin, Will, and Erica. It’s something they’ve done before with no problem.

The only promise is that they keep their walkies on and charged throughout the night in case something happens.

The other group’s walkies were not picking up. All of them split into the woods a few feet away from each other to try to page again and again but nothing came through. The adults shared a look that said “Don’t panic, don’t freak the kids out”. Eddie silently volunteered to gather them and gently tell them that they were out of range and just need to find which way they went. The kids looked a little freaked anyway but they agreed and started looking around the property for clues. Eddie headed back over to the other adult men and sighed loudly once they were out of earshot.

“Robin didn’t take the extra pack of batteries,” Jonathan said. “I fucking told her to‒”

“She must have forgotten them,” Steve said. “She wouldn’t just leave those behind.”

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Who knows how fucking far they could have gone?”

“Even though they were swearing up and down last night that they were fine, those other kiddos looked worn out too,” Argyle said. “They can’t be too far.”

“Alright,” Eddie clapped his hands together. “There’s a path in these woods that they probably took. I reckon we just follow that until one of those sons a bitches turns around for us. Steve and I will lead, rugrats in the middle, Argyle and Jon, y’all are the caboose. Capiche?”

“Caposh,” Argyle and Jonathan chorused.

“Great,” Eddie sighed. “C’mon Stevie.”

Steve blinked out of his little haze and took Eddie’s offered hand. He stumbled a bit as Eddie dragged him along, causing Eddie to look back at him with mild concern. Steve gave him a soft smile and a nod of his head, doing his best not to show the vile things popping into his head right now. Eddie raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but did crack a small smile despite the tension of the situation.

“We’re gonna find our pack and then discuss whatever the hell is knockin' around in that pretty head of yours, sugar,” Eddie whispered harshly into his ear. Did not help the problem at all, elevated it, in fact, but Steve kept himself steady with big draws of breath.

#hehehe<3 eddie being from the south like me my beloved #steve is so john wayne by lady gaga coded #emily writes #steve harrington/eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics #steddie ficlets #eddie munson #steve harrington

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS EPISODE: THE MASTERMIND OF THE WAREHOUSE

my thoughts and some theories as i was watching the second part of generation loss! not really analysis just my reactions to it as i watched lmao. enjoy!

is ranboo chained to a chair

why is ranboo chained to a chair

why is the volume so high on my computer

that’s a conveniently placed key

okay ominous tv man

oh wait it’s jerma lmao

my friend who’s obsessed w jerma told me about this episode lately

‘the amount of chains on there would hold every single bicycle. for a million years’ i’ve been sold on this jerma guy

NO NOT THE BUCKET ( <—- obligatory homestuck reference)

ranboo just cannot get a break wow

..it does not seem as though ranboo COULD HANDLE a ‘little bit of juice’

‘ranboo you alright??’ no i don’t think they are actually now that you mention it

i like how everybody in the poll is immediately going for the middle one 😂

win! the person who has you trapped in a sick series of death obstacles for their own sick amusement wants to make sure you’re doing ok after accidentally knocking you out via high volts of electricity administered directly to your brain!

bit confused about the bundle of wires dangling from their neck ngl

‘ there’s a one in ten thousand chance of that happening and it did?!’ what can i say, homeslice has the power of PLOT ARMOR on his side!

why is squiggles upset at ranboo actually picking the right key????

‘i love rats! 🥰’ based, squiggles. based

wow i didn’t know the back rooms were part of this place /j

oop hello random person on the gurney

i stg if that’s charlie- ITS FUCKING CHARLIE

his feet are for sure fake are they gonna have to remove his foot or something

oh most of his body is fake i see. ranboo is gonna do surgery on charlie

that’s fun 😅

ranboo is a licensed medical professional im sure this will be fine /j

i like how the totally real feet that are totally a part of charlie’s actual human body has toenails that are painted red. yassss bitch slayyyy- oh wait, *checks notes* oh, GET slayedddsdddd yasssss 😂

‘what is this, invisalign??? whatre u doin down there????’ never change, charlie. never change

also this california surfer dude is about to get absolutely fucking eviscerated perchance. i feel like that’s where this is going.

‘so that’s why they call him slimecicle! ^^’ shut ur WHORE MOUTH SQUIGGLES /j

fr tho why are his insides literally goop tho

oh that was harrowing. ok so when the static interference happens whatever mind control is happening to make everything seem like. fine ish is removed and it’s like even more horrific??

also i see why they made his insides are green slime, so when they do the color reversal it looks red so it looks like human bits and then they crank the saturation up on that a bit so that it’s a brighter red or something??? ooooh that’s so cool i’m loving this

‘ermmm. what just happened?’ you and me both squiggles.

ok genuinely what the hell is charlie even saying right now. like what the actual fuck 😂

are these camera people dressed up as rats cuz if so that’s both very funny and also that would suck to have to film in, they’re doing a great job

‘how many hot wheels did you swallow???’

‘vrooom :D’

‘..ok dude’

‘they call me lightning mcEAT ^u^’

I KNEW THE BIT WAS GOING TO BE THAT HE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO CUT CHARLIE OPEN I COULD SMELL IT IN THE AIR THAT IS SO FUNNY

‘what a gushy gooshy guy’ facts and truth from squiggles in the corner

why does charlie have a toilet tattoo 😂

wowwww NOW you get cold feet ranboo XD. ‘but it’s so gross 😖’ homeslice you just fully eviscerated a man. you were elbows deep into a guys ABDOMEN. a toilet is leaps and bounds better than a full on HUMAN(?) BEING

even squiggles commented on the toenails

why is eef here

and also the love or host guy

and also like the other people.

why is sneeg and also frank back????

lmao jermas tv is broken L

oop squiggles is not happy about the broken tv

what is he doing XD

short king jerma

why is jermas cane so bendy

‘i hope slimecicle is ok’ me too, squiggles. me too

wow ethan is really giving this his all. turner my beloved

why is charlie offering to be ethan’s fish

i really like the little idle animations for squiggles ngl. they’re very expressive

austin shows, ‘I LOVE WOMEN.’ ‘lying is not going to save you’ way to haul his ass out of the closet /j (also yes i’m aware austin isn’t straight)

slimecicle, laying there completely fucking disemboweled, ‘i’m feeling something funny, kinda rumbly, some sort of discomfort?? if i could just get someone to check that out..’

austin in the background talking about his very real very heterosexual relationship

why did charlie have a whole ass baseball hat in his stomach

OH THAT WAS SNEEGSNAGS HAT

WHY WAS THAT IN THERE AND WHY IS SQUIGGLES SO UPSET ABOUT IT ??????

i stg if everyone votes to save frank 😂

was that sneegs hat actually?? i’m p sure it was

sneeg is just having a crisis over this fucking hat dude

there is definitely something happening and that was definitely sneegs hat before

i’m only 30 minutes into this how has so much happened so far

i like how sneegs first thing he does upon regaining awareness of the full extant of the situation he’s in is immediately lie about having to take a dump that would produce gases banned by the geneva convention in order to get away for a second. he’s for sure going rogue dude can’t wait to see what you’re able to do before it all goes to hell again

squiggle is absolutely flabbergasted

OH NIHACHU!! hell yeah

nvm sneeg like immediately got caught

oop

that’s not ominous or foreboding at all. don’t mind him he’s just getting reprogrammed real quick lmao

THEY TURNED HIS HAT AROUND 😂

i’m relatively confused

did they put nihachus mic under her hat or something

her audio is a little wonky

ok so only one person for sure survives

i can almost guarantee either sneeg or frank is gonna be the one picked to survive ngl

i love charlie’s little background contributions

ok nvm two of them survive

also yeah i agree how is charlie even still alive in canon. most of his organs are just not in his body

oh niki won??? nice

is niki like ok lmao

she is a very good actress because she seems both genuinely incredibly afraid and incredibly suspicious

niki and sneeg hell yeah

why’d he bitch slap frank 😂

squiggles is not happy with that and neither is charlie

JERMA IS CALLED THE PUZZLER??? LMAO 😂

why is charlie making a callback to the goddamn fussy bit from that one tommyinnit morph mod video

what the hell is charlie doing

why is he strewing his entrails everywhere 😭

i am so incredibly suspicious of niki and idk why

the VIBES? are OFF.

ok i’m going to sleep and finishing this tomorrow and i am fully expecting my dreams to be super fucked up because of this but that’s fine. i’m at the 55:42 minute mark ^^ if my dreams are interesting/relevant i might leave a little note detailing it but probably not lmao (editors note: my dreams were weird but not really relevant, so. yeah)

why does squiggles want them all to lick the walls so bad

i’ve never even heard of the board game mouse trap in my life

is this like an actual board game??? why is it so convoluted????

i like how sneeg just started eating the candy around

squiggles is speaking in some sort of code or something so like. that’s cool???

i like how everyone just started bullying the puzzler XD

oh so that’s why squiggle is speaking in code ig, cuz that’s what the instructions are written in. that’s really funny actually

squiggles is straight up speaking in the same code or whatever the instructions are written in. is that able to be translated??? has anyone translated that yet???

i kinda wanna see if i’d be able to translate it but idk the first thing about ciphers and idek what that arrangement of symbols would be called. is it just straight up wing dings?? who knows! not me!

imma go see if it’s wing dings actually gimme a sec

IT IS WINGDINGS

bet if i translate this it’s gonna be just inane bullshit lmao

i have given up trying to translate this, if anyone’s interesting this is at about 1:03-5:04 of something, i’m too tired for this 😂

on the plus side squiggles is now talking in not wing dings so that’s cool

IS THE MISSING PIECE GONNA BE IN CHARLIE LMAO

OH DUDE THATS SICK THATS SO FUNNY

ok so it USED to be in charlie but it is no longer! it was one of the first bits that ranboo kindly extracted very carefully from charlie’s gaping torso ^^

the rock candy is made from actual rocks??? ok squiggles

why is sneeg just eating random shit around the room 😂

not the candy :((

also i’m eating cantaloupe btw. if you even care 😒 /j

DID HE JUST SHOOT NIKI????

😂 bruhhhh

welp. at least he put her out of her misery???

what is this emphasis on ranboo kicking the bucket in reference to the game. i feel like this is foreshadowing

they probably did it! why is he celebrating the fact they beat his trap lol

oh where the hell are they

why are there deadly lasers

WHY WAS SNEEG GOING TO TOUCH THE LASER 😂

the way his wrist got smacked away from the lasers so promptly

please don’t throw this man

wow

oop

well his face is smooshed lmao

i like the comical way that guy just got fucking murdered via anvil to the face

‘i guess those ones didn’t count 🤷‍♂️’ lmao

SLIMECICLE?!

‘oh my gosh it’s slimetowel!!’ based squiggles. based

welp. bye slimetowel, you lived as you died. shortly

the lasers are gone!

sneeg is fully just brushing off the like two dead bodies rn

welp. they got out of there 😂

jerma can fly that’s crazy

i like how everyone instead of getting blown up is getting the chance to participate and then comically getting killed in other, miscellaneous ways.

hey uhhh squiggles, buddy ol pal, you doin ok over there??

‘ranboo..’ ‘yes😊?’

oh wow everyone is in the closet that’s crazy /j

the rats are poggers also BTW

i miss charlie already 😔

‘sometimes you need a change in perspective’ do they need to use the mirror to solve the puzzle. i doubt that’s what they have to do but if it is i’m so poggers and awesome and that is REAL and TRUE

jerma just go thru the door sideways bestie

jerma was indeed talking about his ass for a weird amount of time lmao

‘is this a hookah??’ just hearing eef say this in the background sent me

why is sneeg messing w alphabet magnets

‘slayyyyy king!’ i like how squiggles is just stanning ethan putting on a purple wig. based

the wig ethan’s wearing and the color of dress he chose coupled w his entirely purple outfit is clashing horribly oh god

also squiggles is right the audio keeps getting funky cuz of all the fabric on the microphones 😂

i like sneegs bright yellow boa scarf

the heels actually look p cool austin

how many layers is ranboo wearing???

where did ranboos jacket go??

oh i think it’s on the red chair

i don’t think those heels are the right size for austin i’ll be honest

sneegs outfit is really something

for the record i have absolutely no clue what’s happening rn

why is everyone voting for ethan in terms of most stylish

i do not think they did it, guys

i actually really like austin’s orange pants but i think that’s just because i like cargo pants and also orange so like. maybe i’m biased 😂

why is ethan walking like that

oh ranboo literally just put two different jackets over his showfall jacket and then just took one off, they’re still wearing the showfall jacket underneath XD

‘it says that we should go there, but i feel like that’s a trap :D ‘

also there was a button that sets off a black light which is what reveals the clues, not the mirror

oooo nice fit change 😂

‘NOT HIS CHILDREN AND WIVE’ why is squiggles actually kinda funny ngl. like i don’t trust them as far as i can throw them but sometimes they’re based

ok bits aside the fact that ranboo and sneeg are so far mostly unaffected by the copious amounts of dead people and dying people and horrific threats of violence and whatnot is almost certainly some sort of mindcontrol or something by showfall. like. that’s not even really a question in my mind that’s irrefutable fact at this point. especially with the whole thing earlier with sneeg?? and the occasional interference from the hacker or whatever or the instances where something happens that’s not meant to and the illusion breaks?? like mannn this is so cool.

LMAO THE COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY DEATH OF EEF AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LEAVING TO THE NEXT PART OF THE PUZZLE

BRUH

that’s so funny

also the meta of finding this funny because it’s all silly and goofy and framed as a joke falling into line w the entire thing being set up like that to keep people from thinking about the horrific things that are actually happening in order for this entertainment and then how that parallels real life in the entertainment industry? yikes

anyway onto the silly goofies tee hee

is jerma just smoking a cigar

did jerma just drop the bomb button. is austin about to fucking die

what even happened hello ??

jerma really likes his cardboard what can i say

ranboo just solving the rubik’s cube without looking at it lmao

i’m honestly surprised there hasn’t been more gore in this so far, i was honestly expecting this to be a lot more graphic than this but that’s kinda dumb of me i think, i didn’t realize this was streamed on twitch at some point lol

i’m fully expecting austin to die ngl

push the button push the button push the button

nvm squiggles said to push it i don’t think they should push it

‘we shouldn’t push the button it’s got dynamite sitting in front of it’ ‘…*moved the dynamite to a shelf right next to it* looks safe to me :D ‘

yeah austin is dying lmao

‘only one person would fit in this silhouette’ *ranboo, standing there like a foot taller than it*

well those people are dead oop

why’s that chair all fucked up lmao

it sure is just. focusing on that chair for a while, huh

oh hey ranboo in the background lmao

ranboo is on the set this is not a drill

this sure is a funky little room huh

wow look at that four minutes set up XD

is that torn up showfall merch on the ground around the chair??

why did the puzzler leave a message TO RANBOO in the case he died??? hello??

why are there so many boxes inside boxes lmao

‘the truth will set you free’ genuinely what side is the puzzler even on here

squiggles is not happy about hacker guy being here again

i’m noticing whenever the hacker guy shows up or interferes or whatever is when ranboo seems actually distraught and confused and scared, most likely because whatever tie showfall has on him is weakened?? idk but it’s super cool

also squiggles commentary is. intriguing

ohhhh ranboo can actually see the fourth wall now?? or at least the people filming who represent the fourth wall/ the audience??

woahhhhhhhh this is so cool

the backing track there fits the atmosphere so well!!

that’s such a neat place to end it on holy shit lmao

#dandy talks #generation loss spoilers #generation loss #genloss #genloss ranboo #genloss slimecicle #genloss sneeg #genloss the puzzler #genloss niki #genloss jerma #this is genuinely super super cool so far ngl #i’ll prolly post my reactions to part three tomorrow ^^

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Faded Black Ink [IronStrange] - Chapter 6

Relationship: Doctor!Stephen Strange x Mafia!Tony Stark

Tags: Mafia AU, Angst, Romance, Idiots in love

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Chapter's note: New chapters will come every Tuesday from now on. Now back to what happened: oh yeah... FBI. Or as I like to call it: Stephen and the no good, very horrible night.

Chapter 6: The FBI

"Well, that's a pretty interesting company you've gotten yourself into." Ross had taken a seat across the table with a coffee mug and was eyeing Stephen. "You moved to New York two months ago and immediately started working for Tony Stark. How did he recruit you?"

"I work for the Metro General Hospital." Stephen sounded annoyed, but not intimidated enough for someone who had just been arrested in a raid for human smuggling. And certainly not for someone who, according to his records, had no prior experience with the FBI or even the police.

"Look, I don't care how much he pays you, all right? You're of no interest to us. I want Tony Stark. If you cooperate, I can make sure nothing shows up on your record and you get to keep practicing."

Stephen was not only angry, but also offended, as he always was when someone suggested that he was being paid by Stark.

"Why were you in that warehouse, doctor?" the agent asked, trying a different approach when Stephen didn't answer.

"Doctor-patient confidentiality," Stephen replied.

"Those are some very interesting patients you have there," Ross remarked.

"If you say so."

"You know they're dangerous. Don't you think it would be beneficial to have us in your corner to watch out for you?" he offered.

"You've already looked out for me enough," Stephen replied as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. At least he wasn't handcuffed anymore. That had been embarrassing enough.

Inwardly, Ross sighed, but outwardly he didn't let on and took a sip of his coffee. "Is medical care for the Italian mafia really what you want to do?" urged Ross.

"I'll remember that I'm not treating a fever or a cancerous growth, but a sick person whose illness can affect his family and his economic stability. My responsibility includes these related issues if I am to take proper care of the sick," Stephen quoted.

"What is this, the Hippocratic oath? What about the people they beat up the next day because you doctored them?" countered Ross. "What about the victims' families?"

"The people on the docks didn't look like they were beating people up. Besides, I'm a doctor, I treat everybody. I might even have to treat you someday," Stephen said. He was losing patience. If the clock in the large office they passed on the way to interrogation room number five, where he was currently sitting, was anything to go by, he had arrived at three in the morning. Ross had kept him waiting for quite some time before finally rejoining him for a conversation. The interrogation room had no window, but Stephen bet it was almost early morning. He was tired and grumpy and had not even offered a cup of coffee.

"What exactly are you accusing me of?"

At that moment, the door opened.

"That's what I'd like to know!" Pepper Potts entered the room in all her business splendor. "Have you even read my client his rights?"

"They have," Stephen said. He wasn't sure what she was doing here, but he wasn't going to complain about it. She had made a competent impression on him from their first meeting. Anything was better than a public defender. He did have a lawyer from the hospital for cases involving his work, but the hospital was the last place he wanted to inform about this incident.

Pepper nodded at him with professional distance. "Good."

Ross's demeanor changed to scowling. He looked at Stephen as if it didn't speak well for him that Tony Stark's personal attorney was representing the doctor.

Pepper stepped up to the table at Stephen's side. "Why did the FBI arrest a doctor while he was performing first aid?” Offense was the best defense, and Pepper was fearless and combative.

"He's involved in a case of human trafficking." Ross wasn't intimidated by her. He knew her skills, but he'd been working this case too long to show weakness.

"He got a call about a medical emergency. He only did his job."

"Why him? Why not an ambulance?" Ross asked the same questions Stephen had asked Tony. "Why didn't anyone call the police?"

The doctor answered more quickly than Pepper. "These are good questions. I usually ask them after I treat my patients."

He got a sharp look from the lawyer, but she couldn't fool him. The corners of her lips curled. At least one of them was having fun at this ungodly hour.

Ross did not have a valid charge to keep Stephen at headquarters. There were only unsubstantiated accusations, but they were not enough to hold him and so he had to grudgingly release the doctor. Stephen got back his doctor's bag, which someone had brought, and left FBI Headquarters with Pepper at his side. Morning was already dawning, turning the sky on the horizon in a soft orange. Stephen had never been so glad to have a later shift.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?", Pepper asked him. She had the audacity to not even look guilty about what happened. Sure, she had nothing to do with it, as far as everyone who was involved with Stark had nothing to do with what happened last night.

Stephen was simply unhappy with the overall situation. He was grumpy that he had been woken up in the middle of the night. He was disgusted with whatever had happened at the docks. And he would be downright furious if he weren't so tired that he was arrested by the FBI.

"Sleep," he said. "I need sleep."

Without paying any further attention to her - she probably had more work to do here anyway - Stephen walked away. He had no idea where he was, his car was still at the docks and he had left his wallet at home.

Just fucking great.

Stephen got the bare minimum of sleep, not even nearly enough of what he actually needed after such a long night. He showered, ate and then went to his shift at the hospital. His mood was at an absolute low.

His thoughts were constantly circling around last night. He was thinking about the people at the docks, wondering what had happened to them after the FBI appeared. His hope was that they had been taken to a hospital, as Stephen had suggested. They were not at Metro's, however. But there were enough other medical facilities in New York and it was actually not surprising that they were not taken to where someone worked who might be involved in the case.

On the other hand, Stephen doubted that these people carried any papers or had health insurance. He thought of the wife who was afraid to let anyone near her dead husband and his mood dropped even further.

His colleagues stayed out of his way. After he snapped harshly at Becky for handing him a wrong chart that she turned away with tears in her eyes, they kept their distance and made only the most necessary interactions with him.

Stephen would have preferred to stay in his office, to do paperwork or to sleep with his head on his desk. Unfortunately there were patients waiting for him.

He had to tell Mr. Reese that he had not suffered a stroke, but amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. At best, he would have four years left in which he would slowly lose all of his motor skills. Without giving the man any time to process this information and what it meant for his life, the doctor enumerated various treatments. All of them only slowed the progression of the disease, none could stop it.

Christine, who for some reason stayed by his side most of the day - the only person who could stand to be in the same room as he - and acted as a buffer between him and the rest of the world, stared at him in bewilderment. "Doctor Strange, can I talk to you for a second?"

Her tone brooked no argument. She walked out of the room, but did not stop there. Instead she kept moving until they came across an unoccupied storage room, into which she pulled Stephen.

"Christine, what are-...," Stephen began, but the nurse whirled around to face him, her face more angry than he had ever seen her.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind? I know you can be a brick sometimes but this was highly unprofessional and outright cruel. What’s your problem?"

Stephen, taken aback by this sudden outburst, became defensive. „Nothing.“

The nurse crossed her arms, not taking the bullshit. „Try again, Stephen.“

They stared at each other but for once Christine was the more stubborn between them.

"I will take you off that upcoming pediatric cervical spine surgery you were so keen on if I feel your bad mood is affecting your performance," she threatened, at which Stephen snapped.

"You can't do that. I'm the best for it."

"I can and I will." Christine was a woman who stood by her word, Stephen knew that. He swallowed his anger, which wasn’t even directed at her, and rubbed his face. She waited while he considered how much he wanted to tell her.

"Something happened. The FBI interrogated me about Tony Stark and it was rather... unpleasant." He wasn't going to drag her into this as far as telling her about the incident at the docks and the arrest. But she knew the dangers that came with the name Tony Stark. She had stood by his side when he had performed emergency surgery on Peter, and he had seen the fear on her face back then.

Her face fell. "Shit." She leaned against the shelf in the back, her former demeanor gone. "Stark won't be happy about that. You have to be careful!"

A new kind of worry came over her. She knew what Stark was capable of, knew what his men were capable of.

A question came to Stephen's mind that he had asked himself a few times before but always pushed aside because he was afraid of the answer.

"What happened to Doctor Cho?"

She had been his predecessor and the one Stark had asked about when they brought in the injured Peter..

Christine looked at him, trying to follow his train of thought. "She moved away. There was something about marriage and money."

"Did she move away or was she moved away?"

The nurse hesitated for a moment, thinking about it. "I don't know." She sighed. "I will look into that. Be careful until then, okay? Better stay away from Stark."

Stephen snorted softly. "I'm not sure if I have a saying in that," he muttered. But he did feel a bit better, knowing he had Christine on his side. They left the storage room - he didn't even want to know what that looked like to colleagues who happened to be passing by - and went on with their shifts. The doctor's mood lifted only slightly, but at least the rest of the day was calmer. He pulled himself together and, whenever it was possible, handed over any further contact with patients to colleagues.

It was already late evening when he headed for his office. Visitors had left for the day and a certain quietness spread through the corridors as everyone prepared for the night shift.

Over the past few weeks, Stephen had so often found Stark unexpectedly in his office that he was no longer surprised to see him leaning against his desk. Crossing his arms, Tony raised his eyes as Stephen entered. He wasn’t here alone, but had two of his men - Steve and Sam - with him. It had been quite a while - except for last night - since Stephen had met Tony with one of his goons. The last few times they had always been alone, and Stephen wondered what that meant for his own safety.

Pepper Potts had obviously done her job as a lawyer pretty well, bailing Tony and Steve out of the claws of the FBI. Both looked well rested or at least maintaining the appearance that nothing had ever happened. Tony's suit was sharp as always.

"We need to talk." Tony’s voice was less aggressive than full of anticipation. It sounded almost soft. Did the man have a guilty conscience? Stephen doubted it, but it gave him the confidence he needed.

"I agree." His eyes darted to the two bodyguards. "Alone."

The men didn't move an inch until Tony waved his hand at them. "It's alright. Wait outside."

Steve still looked skeptical, but followed Sam out after the slightest hesitation. Tony waited with his next words until they had closed the door behind them.

"Look, this wasn't planned to hap-..."

"First, I’ve got a question," the doctor interrupted him. "And your answer is really important to how this conversation will go."

Tony looked irritated at being interrupted; he wasn't used to it. Stephen wondered if he had gone too far, but Tony motioned him to continue. He was sure that any other person would be taught a lesson for this kind of insolence.

Stephen looked at Stark. "Did you ship those people in the container?"

Tony stared at him, actually offended. "What?"

The doctor took a step closer. „Was this your doing?“ he repeated.

„Are you wired? Is the FBI listening?“ Tony’s whole demeanor changed, became almost defensive. This was not how he thought this talk would go.

Stephen shook his head, not quite following. „No.“

„Prove it.“ Tony asked as he went to stand up straight and took a step towards Stephen.

„Answer my fucking question.“

Tony went from defensive to pissed off in about a millisecond. Stephen involuntarily backed off as Tony stepped towards him and leaned into his personal space.

“No, I got a tip and came to rescue these people.” Tony spoke to Stephens chest, exactly to where a wire would normally be taped. “I’d never do something remotely like this.”

“Are you sure? Because from what I heard, you’re right up in illegal stuff.”."

“Gotta draw the line somewhere. I protect the city in a way the police can’t.” Tony was back talking to his face, but Stephen snorted at this explanation. Tony ignored it.

“Okay, my turn. What did you tell the FBI?”

Of course, Stephen thought sourly, that was the reason for his visit. "Well, I didn't lie to them, that's for sure." He watched Tony walk back to the desk and lean against it as he had earlier. Stephen followed him, stopping right in front of him.

“By the way, I don’t need your lawyer to bail me out.” He actually did, but he hated that it was necessary.

Tony threw his hands in the air. “That was a courtesy, because we got you in that situation.”

“Which is another thing we need to talk about. What were you thinking, calling me at one in the morning?”

„Why?“ Tony growled at him. „Did I take you from your lover‘s arms?“

All Stephen knew was that the next thing he did was kiss the man, pushing him against his desk. The one man that he had been thinking of on a regular basis for a couple of weeks. The scary part was that he was being kissed back and at some stage he wrapped his arm around Tony’s back and was gripping his ass. He had also slid his other hand down so that he could wrap his hand with Tony’s.

All this came to him when Tony pulled away from the kiss. Lips disengaging and Stephen just wanted to chase after them again.

“What were I supposed to do?” Tony asked, his voice a husky breath against Stephen’s lips. “Let these people die? They needed medical help and you’re the best.”

The doctor had trouble actually listening to him, while being so close to the man, inhaling his scent. He didn’t want to talk about last night anymore. “Do you ever shut up?”

Tony smirked. Strange walked right into that one. “Make me.”

It was like they were trying to meld their bodies into one, be it via their hands, their lips or their hips. Stephen sucked at the tongue invading his mouth and could feel the beard rubbing against his face as they moved back and forth trying to find the best angle. It wasn’t a perfect kiss. Teeth clashed and they sometimes didn’t quite fit together perfectly but Stephen only wanted more.

Tony slid his palm up, maneuvered it under Stephen's shirt and found bare skin. Hot, bare skin. He groaned into the doctor’s mouth and pressed in harder with everything he had. Stephen heard nothing but white noise, could feel nothing but hot breath and smooth skin. All he could think was that this better not end. Ever.

Something fell from the table, hitting the floor with a loud clatter, and there was a demanding knock on the door. Annoyed at the interruption, Tony turned his head. "I'm fine, boys."

That gave Stephen time to sober up enough to see where they were, and he backed away as Tony looked back at him. "No."

"No?" Tony raised his brow questioningly, his eyes locked on Stephen's lips.

"I'm not doing this here in my office like some horny teenagers."

Tony followed him, as the doctor backed off some more, cornered him at a shelf on the wall. „It sure feels like one.“ He put his hands shamelessly in Stephen's crotch, stroking the bulge with his thumb. Stephen grabbed his arm and pulled it up.

„I forgot, the good doctor has standards,“ Tony actually purred, licking his lips and watching Stephen's reaction. „How about another dinner date? Tomorrow?“

"I don't think it's wise after last night for the FBI to see us together." It was an excuse, but a good one. Tony thought about it for a moment, but silently agreed with him.

"I'll find a way," he promised Stephen with a wink.

Stephen should say no. It would be best if he left the city right away and moved somewhere else, like Doctor Cho. Had she fled from Tony Stark, too?

He didn‘t know what he got himself into, but he knew for sure that nothing good would come out of it. He mustered his best scowl. „Get out of my office.“

Tony grinned broadly, not the least bit intimidated by it. „Get out of my office, please.“ He ignored the glare of the doctor, but took a step back. He flattened his clothes and then left.

Stephen found himself still standing in the mess he just made five minutes after Stark left him, almost choking on the humiliation that tried to strangle him. He swiped at his face, mentally chastised himself for acting like a teenager at a frat party and marched out of his office to get himself a coffee.

So much for staying away from Stark.

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