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levmada · 13 days

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//gn!reader, injury??, idk why im like this

“Jus’ breathe, it’s going to be okay, it’s okay, be okay, it’s going to be okay.”

You think, even the white walls of the nurse’s station around you are as pale as Levi’s face is right now. He lays as uncompromising as a board, on his back, with panting hissing through his nose despite laying stationary.

You clutch his hand, which is positively wet with sweat while Hange, Nifa, and Moblit work behind you, over his lower leg. Lucky it was a flesh wound, but unlucky that they’re working on removing a hook from a pair of ODM gear.

“Going to be okay…” you mutter. “Levi.”

You can’t be sure he’s even hearing you; his gaze is perfectly locked on your face, but his eyes are glazed over by a film of deep dissociation.

Plenty of times you’ve seen corpses—his eyes look a little like those. But even still, it’d be hard to think of him worse than badly under the weather if it wasn’t for the reality of the situation bearing down on your heartbeat.

When a shaky breath tries to hiss through his teeth, Levi clenches his jaw, and is quiet.

You wish he had just accepted the numbing Hange all but yelled for him to take. Even under so much distress and impaled with a metal hook, Levi found it in himself to argue.

It’ll make me slow, he growled. Keep that shit away from me, do you hear me?

A part of you clinging haplessly onto any form of comfort tells you that he can still accept it if it gets worse.

“Okay, Nifa, Moblit, slowly.”

His eyes blow wide open, but then all at once squeeze shut as the metal leg on the pram squeaks, warped by his white-knuckled grip on it.

Why do you always have to be so stubborn??

His sudden grip on your hand makes your expression twist from the pain, but which immediately strikes you as a privilege at this point.

You make up for it with more muttered reassurances.

“Okay, break.”

You and Nifa let up on his hip, Hange on his knee. You hear a hushed, bordering-on silent whimper. He turns his head to the side, with a cringe ever-present twisting his face.

Hange calls your name. “How’s he doing?”

“Okay, considering.“

It’s a testament to the pain he’s in for Levi not to speak for himself.

Taking a wet cloth from the white prop-up table beside his head, you start to wipe the sweat off, and stroke his hair down, knowing he finds the motions calming.

The break lasts a few extra seconds than every other since you started.

“Almost done?” you ask Hange, without taking your eyes off of Levi.

“The homestretch.”

He sucks in a soft breath through his teeth.

“Almost done,” you whisper to him. “It’s almost over, sweetheart.”

He briefly opens his eyes into slits to look at you before closing them as Hange starts counting down. Nifa, Hange, and you, bear down on his leg to hold him still. Your other hand is getting numb.

No one speaks, but it’s impossible to miss the sharp shift in the room as Moblit resumes removing the hook—Levi screws his eyes shut and covers his mouth with his arm, which has tremors shaking throughout.

“Breathe slowly,” you remind him quietly, maneuvering your held hands so his arm rests over his eyes instead. But you realize why he did it at all when a whimper passes his lips, joined by the heavy breathing he was silencing before.

It hits you right then—the shock of seeing Levi in the throes of too much pain to cover up with a mask of indifference. Sometimes, even you forget that he can bleed. Your eyes are wide.

His pallor is worse than shiny spoiled milk when—and you hadn’t noticed his back before—his back lowers to the table, followed by the clink of something metal dropping onto a pan. The hook. He deflates slowly as you give his hand a proud squeeze.

“All done,” Hange announces, with a softness seemingly reserved for Levi’s part.

“Done,” you repeat softly to him, dabbing away sweat from his temples again.

His eyes close into slits, with a dry mumble, “Really? Didn’ notice…”

Hange orders Nifa and Moblit to start cleaning up and bandaging. Irrelevant words and sounds.

One thing. You hear sticky latex as Hange strips off what you see of their bloody gloves on approach.

You rub his shoulder as he goes to cover his eyes again. But Hange keeps their distance, instead sending you a meaningful look that asks you to follow.

Taking a fresh wet cloth from Moblit, you dab his temple. “Sweetie, I’ll be right back. I have to debrief them.”

“...Alright,” he mutters, like he wants to convince you otherwise but it took a great deal of energy just to say that.

"I'll be right back." You squeeze his hand a final time and kiss his forehead before finally getting to your feet. You feel each individual red, angry crescent-moon shaped mark etched into your hand before you bother to glance as you step out into the hall after Hange.

While debriefing them on what happened, you keep your arms crossed. An accident, of course, but an insanely stupid one. You warn them that Levi will try to blame himself for getting pierced with a poorly-aimed ODM hook mid-air. A reckless recruit did it.

“I hear you. Well”—they tear off their glasses to wipe their face, snapping a sigh—“the important part’s over now. As long as Shorty’s okay, we’re all okay, right?”

“I’ve never seen him like that…”

Their eyes soften. “I know… But I’m surprised he wasn’t screaming. He might as well have been sleeping like a baby through it.”

That stuns you into wide-eyed silence, with the ensuing wave of fondness for Levi gripping your chest, threatening to make you crumble. It’s a uniquely kind pain.

“Can I go be with him?” you ask in a small voice.

They nod you away.

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dollfaced-erin · 5 months

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 15

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14

A/n :-

Oh lord im so sorry i didnt update. i had a few tests i had to go through ;;-;;. COVID here is rising again so everyone please take care of your health ! exams are finally overrr aksdlksjd now i can write and finish up those requestss Small reminder that a part of Yingxing's name means star, and a part of Dan Jia's name means home !

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"They're ready to head to the base terminals to start them up. Apparently all three of them shut down after conduction of foreseeing your current and past predicament." Fu Xuan said, looking at (Y/n) after she had returned from giving orders to her assistant.

(Y/n) lifted an eyebrow as if to say, 'is it my fault ? Damn, sorry', but Fu Xuan sighed and put a hand on the forearm of the taller lady next to her.

"No, it's not your fault. The symbols on the Matrix have been dimming for quite a while now, it was expected for it to not be able to recount such memories as distant the Era of Bloodshed." Fu Xuan said, shaking her head.

"Then, if so, would it be able to relinquish Kafka's means ?" (Y/n) asked as she looked at the Master Diviner of the Luofu.

"To reread the recent past written by a mortal to another, is hardly much of a chore." Fu Xuan said with a proud huff, her cute cheeks blushing red with happiness.

"I suppose a lady as capable as yourself shouldn't have any problem in pulling through crises." (Y/n) said with a small smirk.

Fu Xuan flushed and she almost beams at the words of the former High Elder of the Vidyadhara. Then she turns away, trying to keep the ghost of a smile hidden from her face.

"You and that sugar-tongued General...he has really been rubbing off on you, hasn't he ?"

(Y/n) chuckled, shaking her head slightly with dusted cheeks. "As it is, fate is inevitably cruel to those blessed with more time than others. It is only natural to adopt similar instances of speech."

"Ugh..." Qingque grumbled, looking down with tears in her eyes. "I worked so hard in getting transferred to the repository. It was the best place to slack off and be invisible..."

"Now, I actually have career prospects...this is terrible !" She sobbed softly. "If I screw up, they might fire me...but if I get it done right, they'll send me more work !"

But as (Y/n) approached, Welt coughed into his fist, stopping Qingque's rambles.

"Lady (Y/n), will you be joining us ?" Welt asked as the royal lady approached them, her hand fan elegantly resting in the palms of her left hand, the hilt firmly wrapped with her right.

"Yes. I am indebted to the Master Diviner, the General, and those who had expressed concern over my wellbeing." (Y/n) said with a nod. "I shall assist you with whatever power I possess."

"L-Lady (Y/n) herself is accompanying us ?" The librarian, whose name was Qingque, as she recalled, said, looking at the horned woman with admiration in her green eyes. She was just grumbling a moment ago how there was extra work but no extra rewards.

Maybe...

"Does that mean we'll get jobs done faster ?"

"Perhaps ?"

"Oh great ! Then, let's go ! I want to play-- i mean..."

The brunette coughed into her fist for a bit.

"I would like to complete the task provided by the Master Diviner as efficiently as possible. Then, spend my leisure time with some relaxing but mind boggling luck based games." Qingque said, trying to mask her want to get the job done and quickly slack off to go play some Celestial Jade.

(Y/n) chuckled a bit before parting ways with the librarian to meet up with Jing Yuan who was addressing the present events with Stelle and March.

"Fu Xuan's Matrix of Prescience was able to go one step further than Kafka. To maintain the upper hand, I had to keep it a surprise. I hope this hasn't made you doubt my sincerity ?" Jing Yuan said with a smile as he nodded at the approach of (Y/n), his smile turning warmer.

March did NOT look impressed. "Next time, ease off on the surprises ?"

"I promise to be more transparent next time. This time it was sealed tight, not even (Y/n) was aware of my moves."

Jing Yuan looked a little guilty, but not by much.

"At present, Kafka has no intention of speaking and the Stellaron Hunters' motives remain unknown. We must rely on the power of the Divination Commission to unearth the truth." The General said again.

"'Unearth the truth'..." Welt said before looking at Jing Yuan. "You mean, interrogate Kafka using the Matrix of Prescience ?"

"Precisely. The Matrix of Prescience is the Divination Commission's ultimate weapon. It was originally used to calculate navigation routes and predict future events..." Jing Yuan said with a slight nod of his head. "With, special exceptions of course."

"Special exceptions ?" March asked, looking quite invested in the functionality of such a master device.

"Yes. For instance interrogation. The secrets of the Stellaron Hunters' cannot remain hidden for any longer. I have no choice but to move beyond conventional protocol -- we must use divination to ascertain Kafka's intent."

"And for the second means, is to peer into the misty fog that prevents power and past knowledge that is needed to be applied in special circumstances and for health purposes." Jing Yuan said, looking at (Y/n). "Lady (Y/n)'s recurring memories were quite literally dragging her consciousness to the brink of insanity. And as you all know, she possesses timeless and indispensable knowledge."

"Everything hinges on restoring the Matrix of Prescience, which is why I would like you to help Diviner Fu complete the setup. I am eternally grateful for your assistance."

"And as such, I would like you all to look after this little princess for me. She wants to come along with you, and I hope you'll help me keep an eye on her." Jing Yuan said as he gestured to (Y/n) with a cheeky grin.

"Wh-what ?! How rude !"

After repairing the first screen, the group teleported to their first destination. The first of three terminals. The Temporal Terminal which correlates with essence of time. "Observes the potential of the temporal plane" as they say.

After arranging the Mutare Magnus of the Temporal Terminal, the group then moved towards the second gate, where there was a malfunctioning robot, sparking with electricity and buzzing circuits.

"What the heck is this ? It looks like a walking gate !" March said, looking at the automaton in slight fear and awe.

"An Aurumaton. A guard-like robot placed in strategic places. The Matrix is very crucial and information abundant, so it's a...protection measure to make sure only those allowed could activate the terminal." (Y/n) said, looking at the malfunctioning piece of metal suspiciously.

"I feel like it needs a sign saying 'mortals forbidden' or something..." March said, hiding behind (Y/n) while holding onto her arm. Then she looked at Qingque with worried eyes. "Are you sure it wont fly into a rage if we walk past it...?"

"We're here by the order of the master diviner to restart the Matrix of Prescience. We're friends -- not foes !" Qingque declared to the Aurumaton.

The malfunctioning Aurumaton stood up, voice crackling with a broken chip. taking a stance. March yelped and (Y/n) pushed March even more behind her, and standing in front of Stelle.

Qingque looked panicked as she looked at the rising Aurumaton. "Ah...! March, you should join the Divination Commission ! Quick, do something !"

"Get back !" (Y/n) exclaimed, pulling out her fan as she summoned, cloudhymn magic to conjure up surrounding water to slip into the broken cracks of the piece of machinery.

"Before me !" (Y/n) commanded, before stomping her foot onto the ground, leaving a crown of ice circling her foot. Then she swung her fan, using her ice powers to freeze the water that slipped into the Aurumaton, locking it in place.

(Y/n) panted as she set down her fan, the fear from the sudden attack taking her by surprise. Her cheeks were a little dusted even though it was an easy battle for her, but she had to admit.

She was scared for a moment there.

"Hurry. Before the ice melts, you have to either destroy it, or spend time looking for the control panel and cutting the wires." (Y/n) said and Stelle hurriedly rushed forward with March by her side.

"It should be on the back !" Qingque said, still cowering behind (Y/n) as she held the legend's arm.

Without thinking much, March found the control circuit and conjured up an ice knife to cut through the colorful wires.

Then, just as hoped, the Aurumaton fell to the ground, broken. It crackled with sparks, as it serving a warning like it would get up again. But knowing that the circuits were ripped apart, they were sure that it was no longer a need to be afraid...

Then the group entered the second terminal, the Spatial Terminal. It was designed to retrieve information based on space, as Qingque explained. This time, (Y/n) sat by the side as she watched the other girls line up the Mutare Magnus, finding it endearing how they bickered over what way they should put down the pins to achieve the required shape.

And as they walked into the third and final terminal, March looked around with hands on her hips.

"So...let me guess, time, space... I bet the next terminal is energy-related !" March said proudly with a bright smile one her lips.

"Darn..." Qingque groaned as she looked at March with a sorry smile. "The Karma Terminal. They say this terminal is designed to establish casual relationships."

"What ?!"

The three began to move around, arranging the Mutare Magnus, even (Y/n) decided to join in to help them after watching them reset the plane a couple of times.

As she hopped in to help move the pins, she was suddenly reminded of an old memory that flashed in her mind.

"Hey ! Not too far out !" The familiar beloved would call out, chuckling as he followed the tugging of the blanket in his hands. He held the edge of the blanket in his thin but crafty hands, calloused from the harsh work he endured day and night to produce legends.

"But I want the blanket to be straight and tense before setting it down, Yingxing !"

"I understand, but there is no need to pull it so hard, beloved." The older man said, shaking his head as he set down the blanket on the grassy plains beneath the tree.

Wind blew past his hair, causing it to fly all over the place. The white-haired man sighed as he pushed back his long tresses behind his ear. Then he looked at her with a kind and loving gaze, the light of the moon highlighting his features.

"Well ? What are you waiting for ? Come sit down with me, my moon dancer."

Then she saw herself sitting close to the older man, snuggling happily in his arms as the two of them laid under the blanket of stars. The sight of the man staring into her eyes with love as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"--dy (Y/n) ?" A voice called out.

"Lady (Y/n) !" A cheerful and bright voice called out, making (Y/n) snap out of her trance-like state. The dragon lady blinked a couple of times, taking in the difference of what seemed to be her memory and the reality in front of her.

All three of the girls were looking quite worried at (Y/n), as she had suddenly stopped after placing the pin in the board.

"Are you alright, Lady (Y/n) ?" March asked, looking quite concerned. "You suddenly spaced out all of a sudden ! We're done here now, and all the terminals have lit up, so let's go back and take a short rest." The pink haired girl advised.

(Y/n) didn't really seem to understand what had just happened, but she nodded and followed the group back to the core using the screens. Although she knew that there were alot of entities roaming around to cause havoc, she couldn't help but shake off the feeling as if there was someone watching her.

The red eyes that observed from afar turned around, once he had determined that his beloved was in safe hands.

"Well done, all of you. I can sense the Matrix of Prescience symbols re-illuminating." Fu Xuan said with a satisfactory smile. "Now, to interrogate Kafka."

The master diviner turned around to face the Matrix before shooting (Y/n) a glace. "Those of you in the core may feel a few...impacts."

March was about to question Stelle what Fu Xuan had said, but then there were two Cloud Knights escorting a young and beautiful woman with red wine hair tied in a messy ponytail and captivating eyes. She wasn't cuffed, yet made no attempt to flee, following the soldiers with a simple gloved hand on her hip.

"Is this really necessary ?" The woman named Kafka asked, her voice as alluring as her features. "I said I'd cooperate with you."

"I have no interest in the words of wanted criminals. Especially those skilled in the art of manipulation." Fu Xuan briskly answered, gaze averted with a frown on her face. Then with a breath, she turned back to face the detained criminal.

"So, say what you will. I'm here to witness the divination of the Matrix of Prescience." Fu Xuan said strongly. "The Divination Commission has ways of extracting the truth, and they're far more effective than a conversation."

The woman with wine red hair chuckled softly, turning to enter the core. That was, before she shot (Y/n) a brief glance with a smirk playing at her lips.

"Then please, Master Diviner."

"Witness my destiny."

With Kafka standing in the middle, hands bound by imaginary power, Fu Xuan stood by the edge, watching her before taking out the power of the matrix. With precise hand gestures and polished expertise, Fu Xuan closed her eyes before she began to extract and activate the power of the three terminals activated by (Y/n) and the group earlier.

The tiles correspondent to their reason and trait glowed, before forming a connection that linked the plates to the Master Diviner. With using the three terminals and herself, a large binding hexagram formed in the air, rotating and calculating the past, present and future.

Kafka levitated in the air, letting her form be suspended and closer to the Matrix' core without a struggle. Symbols and constellations surrounded her as the Master Diviner began to collect data by reading the lines and the meaning of her stars, yet she smiled. Her eyes began to glow a light blue from the power surging through and out of her body, letting it see through her memories and seek out the answers they chased after.

Fu Xuan's own eyes began to glow blue, as she resonated her consciousness with Kafka's and the Matrix itself, focusing and getting a good reading of her own divination.

That was before she saw what she sought after.

Fu Xuan gasped and immediately re-casted the spell, making the Matrix stop its function without the user and Kafka slowly descended to the ground.

"That's...why you're here...?" Fu Xuan asked, full of disbelief as she looked at Kafka.

Kafka smiled slyly and knowingly in return, enjoying the look of betrayal and disbelief painted so evidently on Fu Xuan's face.

"All for that ?!"

Kafka looked down, an unreadable expression in her magenta eyes. "Well ? Not what what you were expecting ?" Kafka asked, tilting her head a little although she had totally expected the reaction.

"I cant believe it..." Fu Xuan said, looking at Kafka in horror, as if the woman before her had told her the most atrocious lie ever known to mankind.

"But the Matrix of Prescience cannot be wrong..."

"What did you see ?" Stelle asked, looking at the Master Diviner worriedly.

"Kafka has nothing to do with the Stellaron." Fu Xuan said before landing her eyes on Stelle. "But you...it's you..."

Stelle looked so confused to what Fu Xuan was talking about, for it wasn't her that had seen the same visions as Fu Xuan did.

"Ha ! Absurd ! I'd never have thought it..."

Then her golden eyes landed on (Y/n), gaze slightly scrutinizing.

"And you...I'd never considered the relation..."

"Talking like this isn't solving anything, Master Diviner..." (Y/n) said, hands crossed over her chest. The other members of the Nameless, and the Amicassador of Sky-Faring Commission looked all confused the same.

Fu Xuan shook her head before nodding in Kafka's direction.

"Ask her yourself. Take as long as you wish."

Fu Xuan left in a hurry after that, saying something about needing to see the General as soon as possible. The remaining party remained unsure of how to proceed. And since it was both (Y/n) and Stelle that were directly regarded by Fu Xuan, it was now known that Kafka knows something about them.

Stelle looked unsure of how to approach the situation, but Welt nodded at her encouragingly. "It's fine...you go ask her. I know you have many questions for Kafka yourself."

Though Stelle looked determined, she was quite unready. "Mr. Yang..." she started. "I think I still need more time to figure out what I want to ask."

"Don't worry." (Y/n) said, putting a tender hand on Stelle's shoulder.

"I'll go first."

"Well...I have heard of you, former Lady High Elder." Kafka said with a little awe in her eyes. "But to see you up-close and personal isn't really the same feeling as he had implied it to be."

"Which do you prefer, Lady High Elder ? Or the Saltator Lunae ? Or even the name you go by with now ?"

"(Y/n) is fine." (Y/n) said, raising up a hand to stop Kafka.

"I had only just woken up from a slumber. So I do not know of your misdeeds to have you scoured by the cosmos itself. But what I do know of is Blade's affiliation with the Stellaron Hunters faction." (Y/n) said with a shake of her head, (h/c) locks swaying elegantly as she did so.

"To know that is more than enough. The Master Diviner wasn't aware of Bladie's intentions of meeting you here. But to see through me consciousness and be aware of it must've been a little surprising to her." Kafka answered simply and honestly, looking straight into (Y/n)'s eyes.

She couldn't be lying. Not that she needed to anyway.

"How was he aware that I was awake in the first place ? Not even the General anticipated my awakening." (Y/n) said with a curious tilt of her head.

"Well...that's because the Destiny's Slave had said so before." Kafka said with a small chuckle, remembering something quite amusing to her.

"You should've seen the look on Bladie's face when he was announced that he stood a chance to meet an intergalactical treasure that had laid dormant for centuries..." Kafka said tenderly.

"It was such...an odd encounter...with emotions so strong. I wonder if I'll ever experience something as intense." The cuffed woman said with a light chuckle.

"For the first time since I met him...he looked alive."

"For the stars had turned against us while we adhered to the laws...perhaps the tide of fate pities us for leading such miserable paths of fate to let us reunite in unfortune events..." Blade said to himself, red eyes clouded with memories, heart beating again with reason.

Unknowing that there was a certain concerned young woman eavesdropping in case his Mara had reacted in him. But oddly, there was no reaction even though Blade was reminiscing about his past.

"Dancer of the moon...shall time and fate allow us..." she heard him gasp softly through a rare soft but broken voice.

For the first time since Kafka had met him, she heard him weep.

'How envious...' Kafka thought to herself.

"With my immortal and life-infested shell, I'd never let you stray away again..."

"My beloved home of stars...(Y/n)..."

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hermitgang8 · 1 year

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"I've never been more proud of anyone in my life!!"

Jimmy...froze. There's no way, he must have misheard what Tango had just said. No one's ever been...proud of him. He was just a screw-up that people kept around for comedic relief. This wasn't right. He knew they hadnt really interacted before finding out they were bound together, but he must have known how useless he was. It wasnt a hidden fact.

Tango, still rambling from excitement, trailed off, noticing Jimmy hadnt said a word since getting back. "Jimmy, whats wrong? You did amazing! You should be cele-"

"why" Jimmy interrupted.

Tango just stood there confused. "Why what?"

"Why are you so nice to me? Is it just because you're stuck with me?" Jimmy looked down, trying to hide the waver in his voice and his tears.

Without a sound, Jimmy felt himself be pulled in the warmer than natural arms of his partner. He felt Tango's face rest on top of his head and felt his breath as he spoke words he'd remember for the rest of his admittedly short life.

"Jimmy. Im not being nice to you because im stuck with you. Im not even 'stuck' with you. Im with you happily. yes fate tied us together, but im choosing to stay. You are worthy of being treated with kindness and i will remind you of that everyday im here. I care about you deeply, and you deserve to be happy. I will do everything I can to help you see that"

Jimmy let out a sob as Tangos words sank in. The two slid to the ground just holding each other tightly as emotions overwhelmed both of them. As the night drew closer, they moved to their beds and held each other as sleep overtook them

for the first time in as long as Jimmy can remember, he slept in peace, knowing he was loved.

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simpforfictionalmen4ever · 2 years

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Could you do an Aaron x daughter reader one shot where she is pregnant at a really young age and like a lot of angsty stuff idk

Yessss but also I'm not really familiar with angst 😅 but here you go

Warnings: angst , teen pregnancy, fluff

I'm going to fuck this kid up.

That's the only thought in my mind for past 7 months. My dad is already disappointed in me and I'm tired seeing it in his eyes everyday yet he will not go to work without kissing my very visible belly bump.

"bubs you're spilling the coffee" my thoughts were interrupted by Penelope

"oh shit " i started cleaning up the mess i made but i felt strong hand sneaking up on my waist

"let me take care of it sweetheart" i heard my dad's husky voice

"no need da-"

"go rest movie night has been tough on you " it has because everyone has been walking on eggshells

"yes mama come here " said Derek and tapped seat next to him

"okay" i rolled my eyes and grabbed my coffee

"you know caffeine is believed to cause the blood vessels in uterus and placenta to constrict , which could reduce the blood supply to the fetus and inhibit growth " announced Reid

"okay! I get it I'm bad mom. I suck ! I got knocked up at 16 , i drink coffee ,i eat junk-" I don't even know where this came from, i was pretty good at bottling up

"darling calm-"

"save it dad ! Everyone knows im a huge failure to you, i'm not your super girl anymore . I'm just girl who was stupid enough to threw her career away" i shouted and tears smeared my face. "I'm sorry"

"I'm going to sleep" i mumbled and started walking towards my room

"i didn't mean it, I'm sorry" said Reid

"it's okay its not like i have lack of reminders " i chuckled and closed the door. I dropped my heavy body on my bed and sighed

After 5 minutes there was a knock on my door and i murmured 'come in', of course it was dad.he sat down on the edge of the bed

"hi"

"i just want you to know that you will never be able to do such thing that can change my mind about you. I'm so proud of you little one and i get it why you feel anxious" he took my hand to stop me from picking my nails " you are very young and everything around you is so intimidating, but I'm here , you will never be alone even if things go out of the hand-"

"dad i screwed up everything and right now im screwing up this little guy . No one wants failure as their mom "

"shush. You aren't the failure you hear me ? And you are going to be amazing mom . I know you aren't a coward and i think you are going to nail everything. You have no idea how special you are, you have very long and successful life ahead of you, so it's okay to feel stressed right now you don't always have to be strong. "

"dad-"

"little Hotchner is so lucky to have you as their mom. I'm proud of you" he whispered as he wiped the tear that was streaming down on my cheek

"so what about i make you a bath? Hm? And some hot chocolate"

"you really are proud of me?" I asked with cracky voice and he chuckled

"is it possible to not be proud of my little superstar?" He said kissing my forehead

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iris-writesx · 4 months

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we could leave the christmas lights up ‘til january | stede x ed x izzy

read it here or read it on ao3 <3

this was supposed to be the fic that introduced the au, so if you like just pretend this one came first. though, none of the fics in the au necessarily have to be read in order, it will just be a bunch of one shots for this idea!!

but i’ve only written fluff once for this fandom and not even this trio, so it’s overdue. i feel like this fic is a bit meh but it’s definitely more to provide some context for the au. i spent so long working on all of their backstories im actually pretty proud of them akdjwjr

off note and it doesn’t matter but i started the bbc show “uncle” that con o’neill is in (yes i watched it for him) and it’s actually really good and i am SO in love with val <3

but enjoy!! please tell me what you think / what you’d like to see for this au :)

title is from “lover” by taylor swift x

2.2k words — modern day au, domestic fluff, christmas, ed suffers from chronic pain

more from this au; and now i see daylight

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Ed was fucking tired.

It was almost eight o’clock by the time that he finally pulled into the driveway, and all he planned on doing was having a shower, and going to bed. He didn’t even fancy his dinner, which he knew Stede would've kept in the fridge ready for him to heat up.

He didn’t like Fridays. Fridays were the only day that Izzy and Stede got out of work a good couple of hours before Ed did, and he didn’t like being left out on their time together.

But he was home now. He could just… relax.

It didn’t help that his knee had been killing him all day, which, he would admit, was his fault. He had woken up a lot later than he should have, and in his rush to get ready and leave the house he had forgotten to put on his knee brace. Which basically fucked his leg for the whole day, considering his work was all pretty manual.

Ed had been working at the garage for coming up three years, and he loved it. He loved the fact that he was always bustling about doing something, something that kept his mind and hands occupied. It had taken some time to fall into the flow of his work schedule, but he had and he was so thankful for that.

It had been Izzy who had originally gotten him the job. At the time, Izzy had also worked there. It was the first thing that he had helped him with after Ed had gotten out of rehab.

Of course, Izzy didn’t work there anymore; after he’d lost his leg, there was no chance of him filling his post back up there. But Stede had been kind enough to offer him a job in the little café tucked away in his library.

Ed didn’t mind working without either of his partners there. It just meant that seeing them again after work was even more exciting, something he looked forwards to every day he was apart from them.

His eyes screwed, wincing as he turned to get out of the car. He didn’t even bother grabbing his bag, in his urge to just relax. He could sort that shit out in the morning. Ed was just looking forwards to his warm house, his partners, and some peace and quiet.

…which, he realised when he opened the door, he would not be getting just yet.

The first thing he heard was Stede’s rambling. Stede, bless him, did ramble all the time, granted. But it was one of those do as I say rambles, one he usually ended up using on Ed actually.

Though, for once, it wasn’t directed at him, but at Izzy.

“…be half an hour max and we can do the rest tomorrow, or I can just do it all myself tonight. What do you think, the red? Or the green? I do have more of the green but the red goes better with the gold-”

“Jesus Christ.” Izzy sounded as wiped out as Ed felt.

Ed shrugged his coat from his shoulders, and kicked his shoes off on the rug that Stede had put out now that the wetter weather was more common than not. The warmth of the house was like heaven, and he took a moment to just stand there, leant against the wall as Stede carried on his rambling in the living room.

The colder weather was never favourable, his knee always hurt worse in the cold even with the brace. But without it? He doubted he’d be able to be on his feet for too long the next day, but luckily it was Saturday, which they all had off of work.

Thank fuck.

After he realised that he had been stood there for too long, Ed finally made his way from the hallway into the living room and- just stopped in the doorway. Staring.

“What the fuck is all this?”

Pretty much the entire floor space was covered with different Christmas decorations — ornaments, tinsel, fairy lights, the lot. In the middle of it all knelt on the floor, unsurprisingly, was Stede. He had a rope of tinsel in one hand, the other dug into a box which seemed to just contain more of the shit.

Izzy was tucked up in his armchair by the fireplace, and seemed to be pointedly ignoring the mess around him, as he had his phone in his hand and a blanket draped over his lap.

“Ed!” Stede whipped his head around and smiled, like a fucking holiday bomb hadn’t been deployed in their living room. “I didn’t hear you come in, I’m a little preoccupied. What colour do you like best? Izzy isn’t being helpful in the slightest.”

Izzy scoffed. “Told you to toss it all, didn't I?”

“Oh don’t be such a Scrooge, Israel.”

Ed was still stood in the doorway, blinking at the room in front of him. He knew that Stede was fond of traditions and holidays — he had been awfully skilled at decorating the house for Halloween, had actually scared a good few kids with the fuckery he put outside the house. But they hadn’t really talked much about Christmas.

It was the first of December for fuck sake.

“Ed?” Stede put the box down and got to his feet, frowning a little.

“I think he’s in a state of shock.” Was all Izzy supplied, clearly just to jest Stede.

“I just…” Ed waved his hand around, unsure what to say. “Didn’t remember our house being so glittery.”

Stede stepped over the decorations laid out on the floor to greet Ed in the doorway, leant in to plant a kiss on his lips, and for a moment the decorations didn’t matter because he was home and didn’t want to be anywhere else. He mumbled a hello to Stede, kissed him again, and once Stede had returned to his spot on the floor Ed finally walked into the room, crossed over to Izzy’s chair to lean down and greet him with a kiss too.

“I’d go back out if I were you.” Izzy nodded towards the door once Ed had perched himself on the armrest of his chair, and looked up to see Stede glaring playfully.

“I’d take a lot less time doing it all if you helped.”

Izzy pulled the blanket off of his lap, and reached down to fumble with his prosthetic, and after a moment he took it off, careless as he let it drop to the floor. “Can’t help.”

Ed snorted a laugh, though Stede’s expression was very unamused. “You can’t use that to get out of everything.”

“Yes I can.”

Stede was pouting, and looked over at Ed, gesturing to the decorations around him. “You don’t think this is all pointless, do you?”

“Never said it was pointless.” Izzy mumbled from his side.

Ed let his gaze drift over the decorations again. Nowhere that he had ever lived had ever decorated so heavily for Christmas. When he was a kid his mother would put up a tree and some stockings, but that was it. When he and Izzy had been roommates out of school, they’d never really bothered with much either, just a shitty little plastic tree until they went back to their families for the holidays.

But Ed knew that Stede had led a very different life up until the point that they had met. His life had always been lavish, always had the expenses to celebrate holidays however he wanted. He had no doubt that the decorations over their living room floor were nothing compared to where he had lived with his parents, or with Mary before them — it wasn’t like their house had the room for it all — but it was still more than Ed or Izzy had ever had.

Ed didn’t hate Christmas, not at all. He held fond memories of his mother from that time, secret santas with Izzy (that, granted, he’d had to basically force Izzy to take part in), and more recently, the first Christmas that they had all been together for.

But this would be their first Christmas living together.

“It’s not pointless, mate, no,” Ed shook his head, leant down to lift up a little ornament of an angel into his hands. It was delicate and pretty, and nothing like he and Izzy would’ve owned before they had known and loved Stede. “S’just… y’know, we’ve never really seen the point in decorating the place for Christmas.”

“Really?” Stede had his mouth open, shocked, like Ed had just said something scandalous. “Never? But it’s so- it’s so lovely, Ed, Izzy, it’s such a pretty time of year.”

Ed just gave a little shrug. “The decor and shit has never been so important I guess.”

“Right, then,” Stede nodded, and he had that look on his face — his stubborn look, the look he got when he was about to do something that neither Izzy or Ed would be able to stop once it was in motions. “It’s settled. You two are going to have a real Christmas, done properly.”

His determination made Ed smile, and how could he say no to that? That much passion and stubbornness and- fuck, he just loved Stede so much.

Loved both of them so much.

“Sure thing, love,” Ed nodded, smiled. “But how about we stick a pin in it until tomorrow, yeah? ‘Cause I’m fucked, and just really wanna go to bed-” he moved to stand from the arm of Izzy’s armchair, but he moved in a way that sent shooting pain from his knee and throughout his leg, and immediately cut himself off, gritted out a “fuck” as he stood still.

Izzy had long since zoned out of the previous conversation, had been reading some news articles on his phone like the old man he was, but Ed immediately felt his hand on his back. “Edward?”

“What’s wrong, love?” Stede was insisting, too, and Ed looked up and watched as he scrambled to his feet to get to where Ed was stood.

“Nothing, nothing,” Ed waved them off, inhaled deeply to recompose himself. Sometimes he forgot how much his knee actually did hurt, the pain took the breath from his lungs sometimes. “Just forgot to wear my brace today- ow, what the fuck?” He turned to scowl at Izzy when he had smacked his waist.

“Fucking idiot,” Izzy grumbled, though Ed could see the worry in his eyes. “How much did that brace cost? Too much for you to forget to wear it.”

“Is your knee okay?” Stede was fluttering at his side, frowning. “How bad is it? Do you need any help?”

Ed shook his head. “I’m all good, just a little tender. Will be worse off tomorrow.”

If anything that just made Stede’s frown worse. “Why don’t we go and take a shower so we can get in bed, hm?” He offered, lightly held Ed’s arm with his hands. “I was going to shower anyways, Izzy said he wouldn’t kiss me until I got all of this glitter off of me.”

“I won’t,” came Izzy’s voice whilst Ed laughed. “That shit pisses me off, and now it’s all over our carpet.”

“He’s just being a grump, it’s past his bedtime,” Ed grinned, pretended to ignore the swat he got to his hip as he pulled Stede in with his arm around his shoulders, briefly kissed him on the mouth. “We can shower then sleep,” he told Stede, before he looked back at Izzy. “Will you be joining us, darling?”

Izzy certainly had a point about the glitter, because Ed glanced down at his hands and could see that his skin was dotted with red and golden flecks. He looked back at Izzy with a smile, hands outstretched to cup his face.

“Ed- no-” Izzy leaned as far back in his chair as he could, held his hands up to try and shove Ed’s away. “Edward-”

Ed was far too entertained, and leaned far enough in to cup Izzy’s face despite his protests, laughed against his mouth as he kissed him, before he leaned back to see him.

His beard was glittery.

“Oh don’t you look fabulous, darling.” Stede beamed from beside them.

But Izzy was just glaring at Ed, didn’t look the slightest bit entertained.

“Well, now you have to join us,” Ed beamed, still laughing as he leaned away, tapped Izzy’s cheek once more. And though being leaned down had twinged his knee a little more, the pain was sharper in his joint, it was definitely worth it. “Coming, love?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Izzy grumbled, but despite himself he still leaned down to grab his prosthetic, started putting it back on so he could head to the shower with them.

Stede went upstairs to get the water running and between leaning on Izzy to get to the bathroom whilst his knee was playing up, and listening to the sound of Stede’s humming from the bathroom, he couldn’t have felt more at home.

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greenbloods · 1 month

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12 and 15 👀

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

ive already been on my meereen spiel so yall already know my thoughts about hizdahr and galazza. victarion is the obvious second answer. give the dumb bag of rocks fail-upwards pirate a chance youll see!!

also actually unpopular-ish opinion here but hoster tully is interesting and more people should spend time thinking about him. YES about how he screwed over lysa but also about how his regret hung over him like a stormcloud the rest of his life, to his dying words. "wait for me cat". edmure's line of "i mean to give him more reason to be proud than mere birth". how blackfish argued with him, how he left for the vale just to be away from him, but loved him and shot the arrow of his funeral pyre. a little brother may live to one hundred, but he will always be a little brother. also about his part in the southron ambitions plot, his involvement with rickard stark and jon arryn. he had such a small presence on-page but he was so important for everyone in house tully. idk if 'like' is a good word for my thoughts on hoster but i love all the characters in these books and i think more people should love hoster tully.

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

mm maybe costumes and textures? shoutout to all the artists doing elaborate textures and colorful clothing yall do a great job. one thing i wish there were more of on this site is drawings of settings and buildings from the books, but im glad with what we have going on

#controversial ask game

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seancamerons · 6 months

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What are some of your favorite headcanons about Sean?

dude you have no idea, so if you don't know, when i love a character I make up entire elaborate backstories and the rest under the cut/read more.😊

first we got -

sean is 1 of 3 brothers. when his veparents were hs seniors they had 9 months later a baby boy, his name was carson. they shortly married at their local church strong armed by family. so that's the oldest. they were estranged for a long time. he'd been incarcerated since he was 18, for drugs and petty theft but he went away bc his friend hit a guy drunk driving and was charged with 3rd degree vehicular manslaughter or something like bad, like a 6 year thing, the person died etc so he was in jail most of sean's forminative years. he screwed up and he paid for it and sean was without being bullied by his older brother and such. tracker was also but they don't like talk at all. at least sean and carson had good times even when he was terrorizing him and tracker. tracker never let it happen he'd protect sean from carson's moods, unpredictable and violence. im not sure how this story came about but it only deepened when i started getting into shows in the teen drama variety and remembering things from the show contextual clues and whatever. so three bros, jail, hardworker and all drop outs - but sean was supposed to be the boy to finally graduate and make everyone proud and get out of wasaga. that were his goals. he had all that but the graduation and instead enlisted but idk how that all went. i assume good. i can see it going a few was. i think sean is alive and doing well. he works, till works out still handsome maybe has facial hair.

so more specificly - sean is the baby of his family. the bonus child, sad. totally a whoops, but still loved and maybe even coddled more the parents know they've been neglectful but he's loved and considered and has friends doing good, but maybe not as than perhaps the oldest carson who was when they were teens themselves and didn't know what they were doing, tracker who came later who at first were fine but their addictions to alcohol at home started later and sean bore the brunt and saw their parents at their absolute worse. totally a shitshow. by then carson was fucked up and incarcerated, his parents still doted as he was their oldest son and they kind of were young and should've never been that out of control but he got a rough hand and i kind of base that like how ryan atwood from the oc had this brother who was in jail the reason he even was in newport in so many ways but by then ryan had changed and trey i assume - similar to carson. this makes tracker the older, a bit wiser, less in trouble, family duty kind of good guy who tries his best but maybe is also cursed with the cameron destructo genes but also made it a good life for himself, helps his young brother after his brush with violence and such and put him out of harms way, at his mom's request to him. i don't think this was selfish NOW WE CHILDFREE WE CAN DRINK ALL THE TIME. no i don't think they wanted to drink, i think their body craved it so bad they NEEDED to drink but they ost the 'fun' of being buzzed or blitzed and rather needed it to stop feeling pain and numb, self medicate even if it's bad for them and the reason for 90 percent of their misfortunates like it or not. realistic, bleak and fucking dark. i also set some of my stories up to where they're adults dealing with this stuff because like it or not this fandom has a lot of adults and im sure they don't want a fluff fest where people are all honky dorey. i hate perfect people, so all my girls and guys are flawed but some people are super good people but live and exist in bad times or bad situations like 90 percent of people out here like it or not.

so for example in the story (backtrack) carson plays more of a active role in from his start, he wants to do better and change like trey atwood did after everything with getting released but then he started bad habits and hanging out with that girl and coming onto Marissa who just wanted to be nice and help him out, but he actually commits to it and finds happiness and becomes close with sean over a time. as kids he was tormenting him and calling him what he assumed a mistake and it explains how sean is because he's very mean to himself. he bullies himself or makes himself feel bad when good things are happening. anway carson based on sean. tracker is named after the father but like leave it to beaver - baby sean couldn't say scott but loved calling him tracker because of his tractor pajamas or his love of vechiles and his name kind of stuck. even now it's tracker, scott is their dad. tracker is tracker, sean's middle name in his backstory had been hope. so sean hope, i assume his mother watched soaps and watched ryan's hope or something (it used to be on soapnet i swear its related!) it's older than old but it's an older show about a young Irish family who settled in the Americas but in the present so they've got these thick Irish accent and they own a pub or at least someone does when they immigrated and all congretate and drama ensued.

i just wanted to sidebar this and say i did watch a lot of soaps as a kid, perhaps that's why i love making up stories. i used to do with my barbies too. when my mom would watch court tv for like OJ Simpson i'd be playing with my dolls and creating plots for them like it was days of our lives or all my children in my barbie dream house. i was kind of made to do that stuff. even with the grusome details and gory things i heard or didn't 'get', it was weird juxtaposition of adult shit and adult shit i assume is romantic adult shit. this is no different.

i watched days and all my children (my mom preferred amc)

i also used to watch springer and maury in the summer or when i was ill! so like the drama is still seared there, i mean with mary from paterinity or bad kids BootCamp kind of episodes, there was the maury drama stuff. also the weird competition reality shows like rock of love and flavor of love or the reformed ladies of both of these shows would be on the charm school and such and then Megan wanted a billionaire and got a murderer and the whole shebang fell apart. now vh1 plays trash. I'm obsessed with the 1980s thanks to that channel i love times like that you know, when i wasn't alive but would've loved to live at that time/place.

okay end rant.

so that's just one big large explanation. in short i can go on forever. is shared a lot of headcanons but that's one. ask if you want to hear some more. this is a bit weird bc i shouldn't think this deeply about the fictional but hey.

okay fine, you caught me in a good mood, and i think you're awesome - one more headcanon for sean:

the tattoo is real. jay's too.

i love platonic as well as romantic friendships or love between close friends, but in a strictly platonic way and of course romance in every sense but the point is, you can be soulmates in a friend kind of way. i believe that's true for jalex. they were best friends i think. the show establishes them as young kids, in love or affectionate, but also had history for a long time and maybe there's a lot we do not know about their lives pre show or after. do they talk? 100 percent.

so jay and sean got tatted. sean has a lot of friends in wasaga (in degrassi he has none) so when he first came back to degrassi and had all these friends, one big bad bully tyler (the guy who got him back over to) and of course you knew what comes next.

one of sean's friends is like a tat apprentiece. she's new and she wanted to ink a friend. sean trusts her judgment and he agreed, jay and him had a "if you do it, I'll do it" when asked what they wanted they were told, "Make sure you love it and have no regrets because it's perminant." by this time in his life this is between season 4 and season 6 a lot had happened but over that time sean had realized he cares about emma way more than a friend and she had like it or not moved on but at this time he had no idea about that. jay was instrumental but didn't tell at that time. he'd visit him and give him the low down. so the friend who is an artist apprentice who needs to practice took it, and she's still got to get used to skin as opposed to lettering and details so it looks mighty rough. but they both said out loud from their room one guy was on one side, and the other guy was in the other chair.

"emma" sean quietly answers. "spelled e m m a"

"alex" jay announced. "self explanitory."

sean's friend her name is sabrina, often called brina or bree asks them as she's working on the lettering and they're sitting tight in the office. jay actually doesn't tease sean about emma or getting inked. by this time ellie hadn't been a blip on the radar, but emma had been on his mind. she was the first face he saw as she drove away, and the first face he wanted to see if and when he comes back to town.

they talk abiout the girls in their lives. by this point jay had alex had been split up and he more than anything wanted to be like before, before when they were everything to each other. he didn't want to forget her. he didn't want to not be her friend, and he fucked up their relationship and this was his way of memorializing their relationship.

for emma she was close to his heart, hence the chest as the location of this tattoo and he truthfully feels like connected even if they're apart.

long story short, the tats were a secret. emma unless they bumped uglies probably never found out about the tat, unless they had the kind of secs where he wasn't shirtless but it's sean cameron of fucking course she's gonna have no shirt in that (sorry just a headcanon) i mean there was a reason he was often at home dressed like in wifebeaters or shirtless playing sports with the guys) im sure at home he dresses in as little as he can so shorts/tank top no hodies unless its cold and he works out frequently in his non heated/non ac or hot apt. im sure air is expensive fans are expensive and water is expensive so he's living in the now for sure but once he returned back to 'get the diploma;, he justified setting his eyes and heart onto emma. i do believe he had goals, but he truly more than anything missed emma.

say what you will but his heart is often found in the right place. he might have flaws, but he is deep down a wonderful guy with a sad life. six was a disservice to him and his legacy for being a little bit mushy in the inside heart of gold, hero complex but also a great guy to have in your corner. that's him.

so when he said (paraphrasing this) he didn't want to come back for all the things he'd said, what he really wanted was love from her. he loved her and he also hurt her. sometimes he hurt the people he loved, or who loved him, and felt bad later because in the heart of the moment with his words he burned all those bridges. such as when he stole from Simpson. i don't know if emma was ever proven right to her face, she sounds like assuming without knowing but assuming that something was said. he says to her, he pretty much came back to be around her again.

i do believe the scene in the basement in the 2nd part of "here comes your man" clearly he wanted to confess a little bit about that but she kind of set the boundary she can't care about it because

1. she's got peter/he needs her even if they'd had a lot of build up and yet she can't be her real self.

2. manny clearly has something against sean over peter (what even was that?) i wouldn't be nice to him either tbh.

3. i don't think she doesn't care, it's that it's hard for her to imagine that because she'd been burned in the past not just by him, but his departure, or indirectly through hurled insults and other things throughout her life experience/lived experience attending degrassi!

4. a secret option idk combination of 2/5

5. all the above!

either way this kind of breaks sean's heart (teeny bit) and she begs him to turn himself in, or suggests this is the only way but that was a sad thing. he got hauled off and shit and peter got what? slap on the wrist - why did the writers love him? he sucks. peter got away with too much.

the worst thing sean did wouldn't equate peter's worse - like what he did to manny? inexcusable. what a bad guy. why was manny defending him, and i don't wanna hear the obvious, "oh he stood by your side during your eating disorder!"

no, i aint buying they're doing the sexy shit either. so seeing sean, who i believe she was attracted to him beyond looks but they sure didn't make it a issue because he had the package - handsome and such, but also messing up a bit bc the street races were illegal and what they were doing was no question illegal and morally grey.

also why tf jay sabotogue sean like that and tell him to run? when is any vechiular thing warrant them to idk. but he did and stuff and we all know it was nothing. either he didn't know that running from the scene as his friend told him to do bc that there is a hit and run OR jay wanted to cause sean grief for some weird reason or things just went down and he panicked and didn't want sean to go to jail, and thought it'd be better if he ran but still. so i gave you a bunch of things to sort through.

💐💌ty for the message!

#asks #seancameronism #i've been wanting to answer this but i been so busy tryna figure out what headcanon i sit on would be the best of the options #i have 1000s narrowed it down tho thanks!#💌 tysm for the ask!!#headcanons #stories #fic #writing #writing tag #ideas #sean cameron #degrassi #semma #emma nelson #jay hogart

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sserajeans · 6 months

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Hey Ren! how has uni been for u? and ive been meaning to ask u, how do you juggle life, uni, and writing? I can barely juggle life, work, and uni plus reading, let alone writing, do you have any tips or tricks?

hi!!! uni has been okay, but i have a midterm coming up so im trying to focus on that..

honestly im not great at the whole work-life balance thing either.. i ac screwed it up when i was in hs and consequences got to me but all things are well now!

when things get a little much i always put down writing first (thus the lack of updates recently) bc it just is last in priority? first is always school for me bc it's what im here for, then work! cuz well.. work is work my schedule is my schedule i just show up

i cant lie, one of the reasons why im more focused rn is bc i havent made as much friends here yet so my social life is kinda just restricted to classmates & coworkers? but we dont even talk that much out of the respective settings so..

but i guess always sort things out in a priority list.. and the rest is a discipline battle really.. i like to give myself incentives for each task if this helps.. it keeps me going! like i get my salary for work, and after a long day or a big project/exam i like to give myself a day or half a day to relax.. like putting on a movie or something

oh and lastly always give yourself breathing room so you dont get overwhelmed.. and always rmb ur doing ur best! be proud of that

#re(n)plies #trovao-penguins

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lostbutincognito · 1 year

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Hey speaking off college I'm so sorry, you dont have to answer this just needed somewhere to vent. But I had finished a major project for one of my subjectd that made me stay up for a week with only one to two hour naps in between. I ate nothing but crackers and sandwiches so I could eat and still code with one hand. I was still coding minutes before the presenattion for bugs, I barely made the deadline. In the end I was one of the top students for that class so it paid off.

However I ended up sacraficing a lot of my work in other classes in order to meet the deadline so my grades there arent up to my usual standard. Onr prof even commented that it seemed like I prioritized another class over his. I ended up passing but thr grades low. Which sucked because I really wanted to do well in that class, most of my putputs were udually perfect or near perfect except for the last 3 includimg my finals whoch really screwed me. My prof sounded so dissapointed.

Im worried about how my parents will react too. They were so proud when I showed them I was the top student for that class, I wonder how they'll feel now knowing I basically sacraficed most of my classes to get it.

navigating school bullshit is so hard, but hey in the end you passed everything and that's the most important part ye? proud of you dude (and if your parents complain I'll manifest and bite their ankles)

seriously tho focus on resting & recovering now if you can <3 school is important; not ruining your health is more important

#anonylost

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7inaa · 2 years

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A lil sum for my birthday, it was on the 23rd but it’s okay i lowk don’t like this LOL so if I finish it in June that’s why-

6:53AM, a weight left the bed. It was a warm and bright morning. On the large window to the right. Pale peaches and pinks are painted beautifully next to the deeper blues. Strobes of orange and yellow sunlight dance across the room while I rub my eyes awake. It’s my birthday, a day in which I used to dread terribly. It always started out okay then ended in my sulking in a room somewhere. But ever since Eijiro, things have been so good, so so much better.

He’s always been one to celebrate, even the small things. When we were a little younger and l passed your driving test he took me out to a expensive restaurant, looked me deep in my eyes, kissed my hand and said “im so proud of you my love ”. And last year he threw a huge birthday party in Italy. ‘Till this day l don’t know how he pulled everything off. I came home from work one night and saw a ticket and a letter left on my desk and the rest was history, it was honestly one of the best days of my life spending it with everyone, and I owe it all to Eiji.

Im not sure what we has planned today, he has this habit of getting silent around this time of may. And this year my birthday had to land on a Monday but luckily I don’t have work today and he has patrols later, l can’t help but smile at that. Upon hearing him come up the stairs I quickly turn my body and close my eyes.

Before I knew it he’s was stroking my braids and sat down beside me.

“happy birthday to my baby,” he whispered deeply as he got up from kissing the side of my head.

“Know you’re awake Divina.”

he smiles as I turn to look at him as I smile back sheepishly. He held the little cake to my face as I sat up against the head board, made a wish and blew out the candle. It went quiet after that, a comfortable silence he was looking me so intently before smirking dangerously handsomely, moring voice still very present.

“ you know I love u, yeah? You mean the moon to me” still staring.

“Moon?” Unconsciously screwing my face.

“Yeah, you hold me down and keep me sane I’d go crazy without you, you’re like my my rock…ironically” giggling at the end of his sentence, it makes me giggle airily too.

“So does that make you my world?”

His long hair falls to his face as he plays with his fingers while smiling before flicking his body up and diving in for a hug tackling me into the bed, feeling him smile against my neck he whispers

“Duh who else would it be?” Rubbing his face against me even more, before getting comfortable. After another beat of comfort he says quietly,

“I love you so much Divina, happy birthday”

#vinawrites #it’s my birthday #well it was fun while it lasted #I DONT LIKE THIS LOWKEY #kiriꨄ #kirishima x me #kirishima x reader #kirishima x black!reader #mha x black!reader #mha x reader #eijirou x reader

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somerandomgonk20 · 2 years

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Okay so! NERDY RAMBLE POST LETS GO

(about like audio stuff, major geek out post)

this is all for archival purposes btw, its a live recording of a niche album from a niche artist (I'm not even sure this is the studio release i think its more ripped straight from the soundboard, I think there's two Mi Sei Appraso’s and i know for a fact i cant find one so I, well went out of my way to make sure I'd always have this one

This is an MP3 a little LQ side render so i can shove it on Tumblr.

I got the ‘original’ recording down at about 48khz though tbh I'd guess the recording OG is probably resting A couple notches lower ((i mean the 90′s indie venues it was probs recorded onto tape lets be real and i mean the slight hiss and general sound supports that, (not to say cassette cant sound fucking great when it wants too mind you) but you know those warm tones, the slightly tinny high ends. classic cassette hallmarks))

CONTACT ME IF YOU WANT THE ALBUM FR idk its just gonna be sat around otherwise, full lossless version is about 270MB i mean its more for personal use but whatever. (im also saving more standard MP3 forms sitting at about 70mb total)

there's only one upload of the album i can find anywhere, and with jason molina dead and the official archives that got put up are sadly not as supported or atleast under maint? maybe... anyways a whole heap of stuff is partially lost and youtube uploads are sketch as fuck for long term upkeep. srs doubt on longevity, there was a very brief vinyl pressing but oml that was over 30 years ago and small batch, actually not to mention this doesnt seem to be the album release as much as a proto live performance so maybe its even rarer tbh tbh though worth mentioning what drove me to this is being unable to get the offical album anywhere as the YouTube upload was taken down so rip oh yeah, the small popularity boom he had seems to be largely faded. but welp welp. audio stuff is fun

(thankfully because these are indie gigs in the 90's most of them seem saved to HQ cassette Reels but it means theres a little more room for my inexperience and screw ups and honestly means i dont have to save it to the absolute maximum file quality to match recording quality [i mean i still did but sue me] anyways, fun time c: o yea yea)

idk im just proud of myself, tinkering with audio always makes me smile. this isnt really for anybody as much as i just, like talking about this stuff.

oh ya only fair, Source i grabbed these from:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO1VKARclM4

RIP jason 16/3/13

#Audio Archive #Jason Molina #Ramble

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musicaltrash · 2 months

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im so proud of myself like genuinely

its the end of the 3rd quarter and this has been the hardest school year so far

and i still keep my record of never failing a test or a quiz (ive gotten D's but whatever) (lost highest honors but screw the education system)

i think if i can get through the rest of this year then ill be fine :3

#idc if this sounds like bragging its an accomplishment to me

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burningcomputerpersona · 2 months

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜

Ahh thanks for the ask!! This one's from my easycore playlist and I hope y'all like it! I've also included my favorite lyrics for each song bc why not lol

and now it feels like we just can't stop anymore even if we tried

we're not changing the world, we're making it right

whatever you want in this only life, can we just be proud tonight

let me hope now, let me start again, take it away, forget my name

over again, this is how it goes, every story's made before it's told

sad enough to say that alone i could barely light a match, but together we can burn this place down

sorry about the mess but when we team up, team up, we always seem to bring this place to the ground

ive seen the best and worst of you, but we're sticking through

because without all of the ups and downs we've been through

you know that it's true that i could really be sick and tired of you

ive been asleep at the wheel for the past three years and it's too late to wake up

i never thought id live to see my best laid plans crumble right in front of me

is it my destiny to fail, ive been at this for years and to no avail

the universe has spoken and it won't rest til my spirit's broken

so here's to all the years ive wasted, i never thought i could become this jaded

sometimes the people we admire aren't always who they seem to be

they hide behind a facade of smoke and mirrors with broken smiles and yellow teeth

and only a monster would think to use a second chance as a weapon, there's no excuse

i fear my world is under water, and i. can't. breathe.

i fear my world is under water, my fears consuming me

drift away to a place thats not so harrowing

to the back plate of my mind, digging up what's left to find

with the bar set way too high for me, im bound to sink uncomfortably

im tongue tied inside with a little bit of lust mixed in to mold myself this solitude

i live in pretend like im never gonna need a friend again, ill keep myself intact

#chunk! no captain chunk!#restart #four year strong #heroes get remembered legends never die #settle your scores #how to screw up your future and disappoint your loved ones #<- mood lol #action/adventure #four stocks no items #<- this one's from last minute stuntman which is one of my favorite eps #belmont #hollowed out #ask #easycore #pop punk #music #playlist

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captainpulisic · 6 months

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Chase Utley told me you missed when I sent you asks, so here’s my NON-SWIFTIE vault tracks ranking

1. Is It Over Now

- IK this is basic and idc

- This song made me wanna listen to the rest of the vault tracks (that’s a big deal for a non-swiftie)

-I’m still recovering from “you search in every model’s bed for something greater”

-I like Harry, but I’m proud of her for this one like she really went off

-It’s starting to become overplayed so it might go down on my list eventually

2. Suburban Legends

- “And you kissed me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever” 😶 🧎‍♀️

- It sounds very nostalgic to me for some reason, and I like it more the more I listen to it

3. Say Don’t Go

- GOD this was hard to place as #3 bc I love it a lot

- It’s a little too emo for me atm but I could see this becoming #1 next time I’m sad bc of a boy or sports team

- Ask me again in a week this might be higher on my list

4. Slut!

- I told you this one was my #2 at first and I can’t really pinpoint what changed, I just liked 2 and 3 more

- Tbh I like any song with a profanity in the title

- Agreed that this is Mason coded

5. Now That We Don’t Talk

-Y’all can sue me for this one

-Obviously I ate up the Harry tea, but I could live without it

-It didn’t do much for me sorry

Overall 1989 takes me back to fall 2014, and I’ve liked this album for a really long time 🙄 just imagine 13 year old Molly playing Style and then Perfect by 1D repeatedly over and over again

CHASE UTLEY PASSED ON THE MESSAGE OH MY GOD??? (prince amongst men fr)

the swiftiefication of molly is so real 🙏🏽 first serie a now this, im winning so hard rn

say don’t go should be higher in this list idk 🙄 but I’ll let it slide bc this is one of the best rankings i’ve seen. another now that we don’t talk denier!! I feel so seen!! SUBURBAN LEGEND TRUTHER THANK YOU SHES SO UNDERRATED

13 year old molly and 13 year old diane were so gagged when perfect and style came out 😭 yup yup yup!

#she’s a swiftie now guyssss #if she denies it #don’t listen to her !!

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franksintrayaoi · 8 months

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-OOOH RECONCILIATION SEX OOOOH-

Pacer knocked on the door of the Kings room,the two had split up for a bit due to issues mainly caused by Pacer. He'd admit that he had been the main agitator in the situation but king hadn't been exactly nice either.

"King?are you in there man?" He said in a oddly soft yet stern voice.

"If you're here to scream at me again don't even bother talking to me."

Pacer creaked the door open and shut it behind him quietly. "Look im not here to start anything, I'm just sorry man. I'm so sorry. I know I was in the wrong for screaming at you about what happened,I want to make us work King. I've known you since I was 6 I know I can't love without you."

The King clearly had been crying,his face was red and so were his eyes. His hair was a mess,he looked utterly destroyed about what had happened. Not to say pacer had done any better,he began to use jet even more when the two split,he reaked of jet and booze, and yet he wasn't high or drunk. He almost wanted to say he was proud of him bit he had been too exhausted to really even talk.

Pacer asked if he could sit with King and the man rolled over and put his head in his arms. He was giving Pacer the silent treatment,he knew how much he hated feeling ignored but he felt like he deserves it now.

"I know you're mad at me,I know I have everything coming."

The king rolled over and you could tell he wasn't mad,he was sad and had a terrified look on his face. And then the water works came,once he started sobbing he didn't stop. He rolled back over into the bed and covered his face with the red blanket. Underneath you could see how shakey his breathing was,he was practically hysterical with his crying.

Pacer put a hand on where his shoulder was and spoke with a choked voice and said. "I don't want to loose you,and I can tell you don't want to either, King."

His breathing slowed down some, all he wanted was a hug at that moment. Pacer reached for him and squeezed him. "I'm sorry" the king finally spoke,his voice shuddering. It wasn't something you'd be expecting to hear from a leader a of freeside but he was a sensitive man.

And him crying was enough to make Pacer cry,he had a soft spot for him and he was his only weakness.

"I can't loose you,not like this,not in this way" his voice shuddered. He hated the Idea of being alone for the rest of his life, sure he had Rex but Rex couldn't exactly provide other needs he had.

And then Pacer said screw it,he pressed their mouthes together. They struggled to find a rhythm, itd been so long aince they last had kissed they had completely forgot to. Dverytime King was sad it'd always brighten up his mood,he wasn't sure if it'd work this time but it was worth a shot. And unexpectedly Kimg leaned right into the kiss,he figured he would have just stayed still the whole time.

Pacer put his hands right on his hips and the two fell back on the giggling,he figured it was exactly what they needed. They'd stop kissing and stare at eachother for a moment.

"Oh uhm I'm so sorry" He had accidentally pulled down Kings old tank top,it hardly fit over his chest anymore but he kinda liked it.

And then King pulled the whole shirt off and pulled Pacer into him,Pacer groped his chest and the two had practically melted into eachother.

"Do you wanna do this big man?" God he had loved when King called him that. And yes he wanted to do this,he couldn't help what he wanted.

Pacer laid on his back and spread open his legs,he had still been fully dressed but he was ready. King took off pacers jacket and took a moment to admire all of his muscles,he was such a big man and yet he crumbled anytime King would fuck him.

"Holy shit..pace" King was already starting to throb at the idea of having all that muscle to himself. He removed Pacers old button down shirt and his large chest fell out. Stared at the beauties for a moment,they were large and he had some interesting nipple piercings. They had a single chain between them like he knew this was going to end in sex.

The King gave them a good tug before taking one of Pacers nipples in his mouth. Pace groaned and squirmed,he wanted to be touched more but had to wait.

He was whining and breathlessly panting like a dog. "Cmon you can't just leave me like this,please don't neglect me." And boy was he going to neglect him. He started kissing and tracing his fingers up and down his collarbone. "Absolutely breath taking." King was clearly also getting impatient woth his own actions. He left a few hickey's on his chest and neck so he couldn't hide his shame.

"Lets get ya outta them big pants,Pace." He rugged at his pants and clearly he could see a erection,Pacer didn't have a dick but he sure as he'll had a nice T-dick. Through his underwear you could see it twitching, his underwear were absolutely soaked in fluids. The King grinned his hand against it,he was teasing the hell out of the poor man.

Be removed the boxers too eventually, revealing a large throbbing member and how wet he was. The King got on his knees and began teasing his tip with his tongue. "You're such a good boy Pace,I love seeing you squirm. I know you want more." And he was right.

Pacer reached for Kings pants a dropped them down,he had always loved to see him so vulnerable. Pacer bucked his hips into king,it wasn't his fault he was so good at sucking dicks.

The King stopped for a moment and spread apart Pacers labia apart, he was dripping wet woth excitement. Pacer gripped onto Kings shoulder,leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere he could. King lined up two fingers with his entrance.

"Fuck just put it in me already, man. Stop beating around the bush." And beat around the bush he would. He slipped both fingers into him,Pacer was even wetter inside than outside. Pacer was quivering and shaking in exitement,he could hardly wait any longer. King stretched him apart and felt the rim of his cunt stretch for him. His finger was absolutely drenched by the time he pulled it out. "Someone's exited isn't he?" He said showing Pacer his hand.

Pacer looked absolutely lovely, he had a dark trail of hair that led from his stomach to his dick. King traced his finger along it and pacer tensed up his body. Who knew someone like him would be so sensitive.

The King opened a drawer with a handful of toys and a single strap on belt. "Pick your poison Pace,your choice." He had picked certainly the most interesting one that's for sure. It had a tip that curved up and would hit his g-spot everytime King would move,and it was rather large to say the least.

The king fastened it on him and poured lube all over the member,stroking it up and down until he felt satisfied that it was enough.

"Please, just put it in,I can't deal with the teasing." And King took that as a opportunity to tease him some more. He rubbed it up and down Pacers labia before shoving it into him. God Pacer absolutely loved when they did this to him. He mewled and lifted his hips closer to the Kings.

"Do you want me to go harder?"

"Yes please..."

"What was that?I can't hear you over the sound of this."

"Please King?"

"That's perfect,now I know what you want."

He picked up the pace and Pacer couldn't help but moan incredibly loud,he had been stroking himself off while being fucked so hard. Pacer tugged at his own dick and squirmed while King tried to find a more favorable position.

But Pacer couldn't help himself,all this moving around was hitting him in all his good places,and combined with him stroking himself off too. Once King gave a particularly hard thrust Pacer made a mess all over Kings leg,he couldn't help but squirt on him. Hr had cum just from having King thrust himself into a particularly sensitive spot. King loved when Pacer did it,maybe it was on purpose but not this time. He looked shocked when he realized what he had done.

"I'm not finished with you yet. I'm going to milk you absolutely dry." The King removed the strap and positioned his own cunt between Pacers legs. He wanted to scissor him,it drove Pacer and him absolutely insane.

This time pacer took initiative, he kinda had to after all. He lifted up kings leg before maneuvering himself between it. The King was a handsome guy,he may look well groomed from the outside but if you ever got to see this you'd see how hairy he was.

Once Pace lined himself up perfectly,he started to grind. King may have been even more wet than him, he practically screamed while Pacer went at it. Pacer may have forgotten how king liked to be kissed but he certainly didn't forget how he liked to be fucked. King was biting his lip so hard it started to bleed a little,and Pacer couldn't help but be more turned on by that. The King felt a hot sensation in his body,it wouldn't stop building up. And the more Pacer rubbed himself against him the more desperate he became for him to let him cum.

"Please Pace,I can't hold off much longer. I've been waiting this whole time."

"As you wish jefe."

He thrusted into King a few more times before King started moaning even louder, sure he'd been vocal before,but this vocal?nah,never. The climax began and King gripped onto Pacers neck,he was twitching and his face looked even more messy now than how it looked when he was crying.

Pacer pulled off of him,the two looked like they had poured a bunch of glue between their junk from how much cum was there.

Pacer laid next to King and King put his face in his neck and dozed off. Sex was particularly exhausting for the King cause of his disability,but it never stopped him.

He covered King up with a blanket and just laid there with him,stroking his hair and cheeks before dozing off as well.

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