#now i'm shaky in the middle of the day :D

[mushies-stories]

Our home

Drabble -Fluff

John Price X GN!Reader

Summary: your newly moved in and John has been spending a lot of time at work, so much that you were starting to really feel neglected. John will make it better though, he has too.

Warnings: crying?

Authors note: hiiii i adore super sweet and adorable price :D thats it, this is comfort and fluffy.

John had been working later the past few weeks and you were really starting to feel abandoned. He would come home after you were already fast asleep. Though you had tried to stay up later the first week, it became evident he was not going to be coming home anytime soon. He woke so early you barely get to have a sip of coffee with him in your plush robe and messy hair before he's out the door. Leaving you with a kiss to the forehead and a little pout on your lips. 

You were growing more and more fed up with not having a moment with him, you had moved in to be closer but he's been working so much you feel like you're living alone again. You try to convince yourself you're being dramatic, that he’s a captain and he's busy. His work was important and you shouldn’t feel like he's ignoring you… he’s not leaving you behind, no, never… right? You can't help but have those thoughts, that he has already grown tired of you. 

It was when you noticed it had been nearly a month, he had stayed late every night, came home to you sleeping and left before you hardly had time to wake up. The whole day you couldn't help the moping. You shuffled around the house on your day off with nothing to do. You had no motivation to call up a friend or even go to a store. All you wanted was for John to come home early for once or even on time.

You finally got tired, watching a dumb movie on the couch and fell asleep. A blanket half haphazardly slung over your middle while you curled up into a little ball. 

Hours later John was quietly closing the door and taking his boots off when he looked over and saw you. You were asleep on the couch with the movie's home screen lighting the room.

He smiles softly when he crouches in front of you, a hand coming up to stroke your hair. “Love.” he says softly, making you stir in your sleep. “C’mon love, lets get ya ta bed, eh?” his thumb strokes your cheek gently.

You shake your head a little and swat his hand away. “D’wanna.” is all you mumble. 

John cocks a brow at you. “Why not, what's wrong with our bed lovie?” he asks, his fingers continuing to try and soothe you awake.

You nuzzle into the couch a little. “To empty.” your voice is quiet, justice above a whisper. 

Confused John shakes his head before sliding his arms under you then lifting you to his chest. You let out a squeaky yelp and cling to his shirt. He takes you to the bedroom while you try and blink your eyes awake. “What ya talkin’bout? Cause yer pretty self ain't in it, that's why.” he retorts and sets you down on the bed. 

You can't help the tears that immediately form in your eyes when you look up at him. He didn't get it…”No that’s… it’s empty because of-” you hesitate a moment, a tear rolling down your cheek and look down at your lap, avoiding John's eyes.

He doesn't like that. Slowly long fingers are tilting your chin up so your eyes are locked with his. “What is it love, what's wrong?” he asks, voice smooth and calming. He didn’t understand why you were so sad all of a sudden but he didn’t like it.

You blink a few tears away which he swiped at with the pad of his thumb. You let out a shaky breath. “You… it's so empty and you aren't here John.” you finally confess. Your tears fall uncontrollably now and you can’t help the little hiccup that escapes you. You hadn’t even realized you had been this affected until you couldn't stop crying. 

John hates seeing you this way, he never liked when you cried and the fact that he caused it? No he couldn’t have this. You were his world, how could he sit here and watch you suffer because of him.

“Love, I'm sorry, ya know I don't mean to be gone so much.” he sank to one knee in front of you and placed his hands on your thighs, looking up at you. “I love ya so much doll, ya know i do, don't ya?” he asks, eyes focused on your blurry ones. 

You nod a little. “I know…” You tell him, voice hushed and shaky.

He mirrors your small nod with a little smile. “Sometimes i need a little remindin is all. Need you to tell me to slow down sometimes because my work has always taken everything over.” he lets out a short breath. “But i need ya too love, i think about you all day. Been trying to finish up this last bit of preparation and paperwork before this next mission. I'll be gone for a while and i just want to spend as much time with ya before i go.” he explained, the exhaustion and stress written clear across his face.

The way John looked at you, so much care and concern, you knew he didn’t mean to make you feel this way. You smile a little and bring a hand up to his jaw, caressing the softness of his beard. “I'm sorry, I just started to really miss you.” you admit. “i know you work hard, i don't want to add any more stress an-”

“Dove, please dont say stuff like that.” John cuts you off before your head can spiral too fast. “Ya’ve done nothin wrong. Ya need to tell me these things, tell me when yer hurting so i can help. I need ya to be okay above all else, got that?”

Your smile widens a little. “I will, I promise.” you say and lean in to press your soft lips to his, giving him a gentle kiss. “I love you John.” you tell him when you pull back to look into his eyes again. “I don't know what I'd do without you.” 

With his hands now traveling along your thighs, John smirks up at you. “Probably better off.” he jokes, a little. 

You swat at his shoulder and shake your head. “Don't say that.” you scold with a half-hearted scowl. “You're good for me John, you can't tell me otherwise.” you say adamantly. 

He smiles at you, big and genuine. “Well, how’sbout this, tomorrow i'll go to the barracks, delegate a little and come home early?” John offers, his hands now kneading your plush thighs. His calloused fingers

Your eyes light up. “Really?” 

He nods. “Really, the boys can handle it for one day.” He says.

You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle a little into his neck. “I'd really like that.” you say, voice going shaky again. Your tears were from joy and relief however. John was so kind and he listened to you, never blamed you and treated you so wonderfully. You were glad you were here with him, in his home and his life. 

John welcomed your embrace by wrapping his own arms around your back, pulling you into his lap on the ground. You giggled when he peppered the side of your head with kisses. “So, what do you want to do tomorrow, whatever you want, love.” 

You think for a moment but only one thought comes to mind. “I want to stay here, at home. I want to spend that day relaxing and enjoying some peaceful time together… maybe we could make dinner together too?” you offer, pulling back enough to look up at him a little. 

“That sounds wonderful love.” He agrees and kisses the top of your head.

Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough you thought.

#cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty #call of duty imagine #John price #captain john price #price x reader #john price x reader #price imagine #john price imagine #cod x reader #cod imagine #tf 141 x reader #tf141 imagine #tf141

[punktactical]

OLDER , ace + ?

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summary ; ace finds out you like him. time to make his move! things don't seem to go as planned . . . (highschool au)

warnings ; cussing , older man - younger woman , crackfic-ish? , fluff.

a/n ; requests r open, that's all i've got to say

★

★

everyone knew you had a thing for ace, it was no secret.

you always asked to be partners in projects, always coming over to his house, and always finding excuses to be close to each other. so when ace finally found out, he was ecstatic.

"holy shit, [y/n] likes me?" sabo rolled his eyes, frowning. "didn't you know? it's obvious as hell." ace shakes his head, slightly flustered. he always thought you were cute but he never thought you'd fall for someone like him. luffy chewed on his granola bar, smacking loudly. "so are you guys getting married?" ace screeched, glowing red. "no, what the hell? that's for grown ups, luffy!" sabo snapped his fingers, bringing ace's attention back to him. "so what're you going to do now with this information?" ace shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "ask her out, i guess." luffy raises his hand, grinning.

"there's a dance this friday after school, how about you ask her to the dance!"

so that's how ace got here, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a teddy bear in the other. sabo looked around the corner, before turning back around with a whisper-shout. "here she comes! get ready!" sabo and luffy rush to hide, while ace gulps down his nervousness. he can hear your sweet giggles down the hallway, chatting with your friends. he could listen to you all day.

you finally turn the corner, stopping in your tracks. there stood portgas d. ace, your close friend, holding a bouquet of flowers for god knows who. your group whispered amongst themselves, before nudging you forward. ace grins sheepishly at you, before holding the items out to you. quirking an eyebrow up, you question him. "what's this all about?" with a shaky breath, he answers -

"do you wanna go to the dance with me this friday?"

your friends squeal, obviously taking videos capturing the cute moment. you smile, cheeks warming a shade of red. "of course, ace." you grab the items and wrap your arms around him. he smiled into your shoulder, arms snaking around your back. he felt like he had finally won at life.

the day of the dance had finally come around, leaving ace anxious. does he look good? does he look stupid? why wasn't his hair cooperating, damn it! as he continued to fuss over his appearance, a looming figure crosses over him.

"ace?"

the raven-haired boy shrieks, spinning around. it was that damn old man, garp. he laughs at the younger boy, arms crossed over his chest. ace grumbles, pouting slightly. "can you not sneak up on me? i'm busy right now, grandpa." the older man shakes his head. "what's got you so worked up?" ace brushes through his hair, a soft blush collecting on his face. should he tell him? nah, he'll embarrass him even more -

"ace is going to the dance with his girlfriend." luffy speaks between chewing, a piece of chicken in his hand. "fuck you!" ace barks, stomping away to his room. he can hear garp's boisterous laugh from downstairs, taunting him.

★

"do you really need to drive me to the dance?" ace was currently sitting in the back of garp's car, arms crossed pathetically. garp shakes his head. "no, but i just wanna see yer little girlfriend." he grins, flashing his teeth in the rear view mirror. ace sneers at him. "why? you've met her before, it's [y/n]." garp's eyes widen, grin deepening. "her? that sweet girl? why'd she go as low as you?" ace is about to go off on him, before feeling a buzz in his pocket. snatching his phone out of his pocket, his face lights up at the text displayed.

' meet u there <3 cant wait to see u in ur fit xx '

he melted at your text, responding with a heart. garp looks at the boy through the mirror, smirking. "she textin' you?" ace nods, eyes never leaving his screen.

★

ace hops out of the car, waving goodbye to garp. "bye? i still need to take picture of you two, you're growing up real fast, ace!" grumbling, ace rubs his face. why did he need to keep embarrassing him? "ace, over here!" there it was, that sweet voice. the one he could listen to all day. his head snapped in the other direction, catching you in your dress, jaw dropping. you looked gorgeous.

"ace, go pose with your girlfriend!" garp smacks him on the back, sending him forward. "s-she's not my girlfriend, grandpa!" ace growls, standing next to you reluctantly. garp waltz over, a grin plastered on his bearded face. "you look lovely, [y/n]." you smile, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "thank you, sir." he chuckles.

"just call me garp, sweetheart."

you blush, watching him position his phone before taking the picture. "you both look great, less ace though."

"whatever, you can go now!" ace ushers him back to the car. "i'll be back to pick you up, see you kids later." he winks at you before finally driving off. ace sighs, relieved, turning back to you. "[y/n]? you okay?" you have a dazed look on your face, a bright red dusting your cheeks. "ace."

"your grandpa is so fucking hot."

his face dropped, eyes widening in horror.

maybe that's why you always wanted to go to ace's house, to see garp, not him.

who knew?

#one piece fanfiction #one piece crack #crack fic #ace x reader #garp x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #monkey d garp #monkey d. garp x reader #older man younger woman #highschool au #think i need someone older #i love that song sorry #punkz postz

[goldenavenger02]

cause we survived the great war

For @badthingshappenbingo . Prompt: Fainting.

"Did you stop him?" Zuko interrupted, his vision growing more and more blurred from the salty water that was building up in his eyes as he squeezed Aang's hand tightly, "d-did you stop him?"

"I took away his bending. He's powerless."

Despite popular belief by those outside of the Fire Nation, Capitol City did get cooler at night.

Zuko had always assumed it was from the wind that came down from the high peaks of the volcanoes blowing down into the capitol city, or maybe the pushback from the waves that surrounded the smaller islands.

Either way, the chilly breeze was passing through once again which only made the fiery pain in the center of his torso more apparent as it engulfed him whole and pulsed through his blood with every thump of his heart.

He refused to make mention of it to Katara despite his arm being wrapped around her shoulders to keep him on his feet as they walked towards where they had agreed to meet up with the others on the shoreline; just like her, he needed to know that the others were alive, that Aang had done the impossible and had ended the hundred year war.

Even if that meant that he was now an orphan.

"Sokka!" Katara shouted, pulling away from Zuko to run forward and pull her limping older brother into her arms, resulting in a particularly strong thump of pain to hit him right in the chest.

He couldn't hear the exchange between the siblings and Suki from where he stood, but despite the throbbing in his torso, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a smile as he watched the trio hug.

Only for him to be knocked back into reality by a harsh punch in the arm that he knew belonged to Toph.

"Glad to see you're alive."

"Same to you, Sparky," her grin was wide even in the dim light of the setting sun before her nose wrinkled, "ooh, but you stink."

"I'm sorry, you're saying that to me?"

"Ha ha," she said with sarcasm laced in her words before they turned serious, "what happened, did you fall in a fireplace?"

"Azula plays dirty, Zuko gritted his teeth as he spoke, letting an arm wrap around the wound to support himself, "Is Aang-"

"He's on his way, but he's in the middle of- Zuko!" Sokka cut himself off with an arm around Suki as he limped towards him, "that almost killed Aang! How are you sti…"

The ringing sound replaced any voices that impacted him as he tried to blink away the sudden dizziness and his mouth filled with a coppery taste, only to look back up at the four blurring faces surrounding him.

"-hat's wrong?"

"I can't…" he swallowed, trying to pull in a breath that remained just out of his reach while the edges of his vision started to dim, "I can't breathe…"

"-eartbeat's too slow, catch hi-"

Zuko's world went black as he crashed to his knees.

…

"Please, Katara."

"You need to rest, we all do. I don't even know when he'll wake up."

"I haven't seen him for two days and…he deserves to know about what I did."

Katara's sigh echoed through the room, only returning his attention to the searing pain in his torso that was once again returning with a vengeance.

"Okay, you're right. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Katara? You should get some rest too."

Zuko didn't hear her response, he was too focused on the feeling of a small, gentle hand looped around his own; he knew it wasn't Toph, not with how gentle the voice had been, which could only mean one thing.

He opened his eyes slowly and carefully turned his head to focus his vision on the figure next to his bedside before managing to speak, "Aang."

"You're awake," Aang took a breath that sounded a bit too shaky to just be exhaustion and the look in his eyes told Zuko that if it wasn't for his injuries, he would have been pulled into a tight hug, "Katara told me, about the Agni Kai."

"Aang, my…my f-father-" Zuko hissed through his teeth from the pressure that the inhale had put on the burn that adorned his chest, tears involuntarily springing into his eyes.

"Don't strain yourself. We can talk later, once you're feeling better-"

"Did you stop him?" Zuko interrupted, his vision growing more and more blurred from the salty water that was building up in his eyes as he squeezed Aang's hand tightly, "d-did you stop him?"

"I took away his bending. He's powerless."

Zuko loosened his grip. 'He can't hurt anyone any more.'

"Thank you."

Aang squeezed his hand tightly with a smile on his face, the closest thing to a hug that he would give right now, before speaking again, "go back to sleep. You're safe with me."

It was Zuko's cue to let his vision darken and let the pain dissipate once again.

…

It didn't elevate the pain when she focused her attention on the pink edges of the wound and it trailed away from his torso onto into his arm from where he had tried to push it out through his fingertips.

In fact, when Katara bent the water over his right arm to try and sooth the angry nerves that laid underneath, it was cooling and actually helped ease away a fraction of the built-up tension in his shoulders.

It made sense why she started there and worked her way inward towards the center of the attack during every healing session.

"Do you need to take a break?" Her voice was sincere as she looked up at him, the glassiness of tears apparent in her blue eyes.

"Do you?"

"I'm…" she stopped, raising an arm up to wipe away the tears in her eyes, "I'm fine."

"Katara-"

"Why did you do it?" She cut him off quickly, "you know what this did to Aang, so why would you do it?"

"I didn't t-think she'd aim for you."

"Just answer me, Zuko," she begged, the tears falling from her eyes to the point where she discarded the water she had been using into the nearby bucket due to contamination, "why did you risk so much for me?"

He pondered on her question for a moment.

He hadn't been thinking about anything but pushing the lightning away from himself and into the ground, trying to emerge victorious against his unstable sister; but the crazed glance and the blue twisting around her fingertips had him running forward before the impact and-pain pain pain-

He looked back up at Katara's eyes, teary and demanding as they searched for an answer that only he could give.

"Because we're a team, r-remember?"

She wiped her tears away again and pulled in a long sniffle before looking over at him with a smile before she spoke, her voice shaking from her crying, "I…I know I already said it, but thank you."

Zuko nodded, wrapping his fingers around his sheets as he watched her bend fresh water out of the basin and braced himself for the pain.

"I'll be as fast as I can, okay?" Her voice was comforting and quiet now that the tears had finally stopped running down her cheeks and she had received a satisfactory answer, but Zuko knew that as soon as he agreed, he would be launched into unbearable agony.

"Okay."

The cry of pain that escaped his lips didn't shine a light to the intensity of the fiery, searing pain that engulfed him and fought back against the healing water; he gripped the sheets tightly in his palms and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I know it hurts," he made out as she hit a particularly sore spot that had his back arching in protest, "I'm almost done."

When she finally pulled the water away, he was struggling to get full breaths into his lungs as he opened his golden eyes that were now filled to the brim with pain-induced tears.

"It's going to get easier," Katara's assurance was sincere as she gently cupped the right side of his face in her hand to wipe away the tears that had leaked from his eyes and onto his cheeks, "for both of us."

…

When he awoke again, there was no sign of Aang or Katara.

Instead, he was greeted by a soft humming of a familiar song that he had heard his whole life. A song that had filled the halls of the palace whenever his uncle, as well as his cousin, were safely within the walls rather than on the front lines.

"Well," The humming stopped, replaced by the familiar voice of his uncle, "look who's awake."

"I thought you w-were in Ba Sing Se." Zuko managed to speak, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

"I was, but when the news of you defeating Azula in an Agni Kai reached us, as well as the defeat of Ozai, I knew that my efforts would be better here. After all, someone has to weed out his loyalists and you, my nephew, are in no state to do that yourself."

"I did try, to r-redirect the lightning."

"And master Katara thinks that was what saved you. While she has expressed gratitude that you saved her life, it would be wise to follow her advice until you are healed."

It wasn't like Zuko planned on rebelling against her, not while his chest burned with every inhale.

Despite the pain, he still managed to push himself up on his wrists and sit up with the support of the pillows behind his head.

"Y-You were humming the song," he changed the subject, watching as his uncle raised an eyebrow while sipping from the teacup that was a part of the tea set sitting on the dresser, " the one you u-used to sing it to Lu Ten and I."

"Yes, I was. Here," Iroh nodded as he grabbed the second teacup, like he knew that Zuko was going to wake up, and pressed it into his shaking palms, "you should drink and go back to sleep."

Zuko slowly brought the edge of the cup to his lips and tipped the warm tea into his mouth, letting the familiar flavors of jasmine and chamomile coat his tongue, washing away the coppery taste from his mouth.

He let his uncle gently take the glass cup out of his palms before laying back down, his vision spinning by the time he was laying flat on the mattress once again; he closed his eyes, reducing everything to black.

Zuko allowed himself to drift back off to the sounds of his uncle singing softly, just loud enough that he could make out the words "Brave soldier boy, comes marching home".

…

"Absolutely not."

"Katara, the coronation is in a few days-"

"My judgment wouldn't change if it was in a few hours," she shook her head as she wrapped the new bandages around his torso and up around his right shoulder, "you are on bedrest until further notice, and your uncle said you listen to me."

"He said it would be wise to follow your advice." Zuko hadn't planned on fighting against her judgment at all, let alone so soon after he was advised not to go against her, but he needed to know what was happening outside of the walls of his childhood bedroom.

"I wouldn't poke the bear if I was you, Sparky." Toph remarked from where she was lounging on the ottoman, her head hanging just above the floor.

"What did you just call me?" Katara turned away from his tight bandages to presumably glare at Toph, like it would make much of a difference.

"Relax, sweetness. I'm telling him to listen to you and not to piss you off, especially while you're gone."

'Wait, what?'

"You're leaving?"

Katara's sigh acted as confirmation even before she started speaking, "not for long, just for the rest of the day. There are a lot of injured people in both Ba Sing Se and the Fire Nation, they need all of the healers they can get," she explained as she finished wrapping the bandages around his chest, "these aren't too tight?"

"No, they aren't."

"Good. You're doing a lot better and Sokka's leg has been healing up well enough, which is why I'm going with Aang and Suki," she explained as she stood up and pulled her bag over her shoulder, "but you are staying in bed."

Zuko raised his hands in surrender, resigning himself to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the day, allowing Katara to leave the room without another word.

However, just as he was starting to let his eyes flutter shut in relaxation, it was shattered by the young earthbender who had taken residence in his room that afternoon after his uncle had left.

"Do you want to get up?"

"What?"

"She just left the palace and I'm not gonna snitch. I used to run away all the time!"

"Toph-"

"You can't get better just laying down all day," Toph cut him off as she walked over and held her hand out, "besides, I still wanna know what's in this place."

"I don't-" Zuko started, but it quickly clicked in his mind just what Toph wanted and why she was encouraging a rebellion against Katara, "you still want your life changing field trip."

"Fine, you caught me," her voice was much sadder as she sat on the end of his bed and flopped backwards onto the mattress, "I know it won't be life changing, since the war is over and you're still hurt but…even if it isn't a new thing to you, this is the first time I've ever been anywhere outside of the earth kingdom."

"Are you gonna go back?"

"I'm not sure yet," she shrugged before standing up and offering her hand out again, "but right now, I'm gonna go to the garden and you should come with me."

"Okay, okay." He relented and pushed himself onto his feet, wincing at how the pain ricocheted up into his shoulder which forced him to grab the bed frame for support while his knees threatened to collapse from under him.

"On second thought, maybe you should stay here."

"Just give me a second."

"I don't want you getting hurt again."

Zuko's knees stopped shaking and the pain ebbed into a dull ache instead of the strong stabbing-like pain and it didn't return when he let go of the bed frame or when he walked forward to slide on his sandals.

"I'm fine," he insisted as he pulled one of the many robes around his shoulders in order to conceal the bandages around his torso and tied it closed, "but, just to be safe, can I-"

Toph didn't let him finish before taking his right hand and guiding it to her shoulder as support, "just tell me where to go."

And with that, the two of them began their walk through the palace.

No matter how much Zuko attempted to focus on the task at hand, he was still using his left hand to shield his vision away from the glaring pictures of the former Fire Lord all while thinking that this place was in serious need of redecoration.

Because while he understood the importance of the portraits of the Fire Lords before him, as to not to forget his lineage, he would be unable to rule under the glaring gaze of his father for the rest of his life.

Luckily for himself as well as Toph, the garden was not far from his room and soon enough, she was taking his hand off of his shoulder and helping him lower himself to sitting on the ground next to the small pond as the exhaustion began to seep into his bones.

"Are you still doing okay?"

"Oh yeah," Zuko breathed, resting his hand over his bandaged wound to try and sooth the renewed throbbing while resting his head against one of the tree trunks, "never better."

"I don't know if that was just sarcasm or just a load of monkey feathers, but your heartbeat is going crazy, Sparky."

"Why did you want to come out here?" He asked, trying to change the subject in order to give himself a chance to relax and let his agony dissipate once more.

"It's too hot in the palace, it makes my feet hurt," Toph explained as she pulled her knees in, "and I feel more in control out here, that if something were to happen, I'm surrounded by the earth so I can stop it faster. Also, Aang said he was able to hold one of the turtle ducks yesterday."

"We should have grabbed some bread from the kitchen first." Zuko chuckled but still pushed himself forward and rested one of his palms into the pond just like he had been taught by his mother when he was a kid.

Sure enough, one of the small turtle ducklings swam right up to his palm and gently pecked at it in search of some sort of treat, allowing him to gently scoop it up in his hands before turning to Toph, "hold your hands out."

She was obedient, cupping her hands as she held them out which helped him set the small bird into her palms before guiding her left hand to cup over it to keep it secure, "you have to be careful though, the mothers are notoriously ruthless when it comes to protecting their young."

"It's so soft," Toph murmured, running one of her fingers over the top of its soft head which resulted in a few content chirps, "and so small."

"This one is probably a few months old, it'll get bigger as it gets older."

Toph continued to hold the turtle duck securely in her palms, but Zuko couldn't help but swallow when the image of the young earthbender was replaced by a memory of his little sister.

They were just five and seven when she allowed him to place the turtle duckling in her open palms only to carelessly sear a hole right through its delicate shell.

There had been a lot of tears shed on both his as well as the baby turtle duck's part, but his mother arrived quickly to send Azula to her room before bringing the turtle duck and Zuko to the palace infirmary in order to do her best to soothe the burn.

It had resulted in a loud argument between his parents that night, one that echoed all the way into his bedroom; he hadn't been able to decipher the words back then while covering his ears, but he could only guess that his father had been displeased by the heir to the throne sobbing in response to an attack on an innocent animal.

He hadn't even noticed that Toph had let the turtle duckling swim back to its mother until she rested her hand on his left leg in complete silence.

"After we went to the play on Ember Island, I asked Aang about your scar," Her words were sudden but not unexpected as he turned his face towards her only to see her staring straight ahead at nothing, "he said it starts over your eye and spreads all the way over to your ear. Is that how you know how to describe stuff to me, because you know how it is?"

"Yeah," Zuko managed to say as he looked down at his fingernails, even if there was no point in avoiding Toph's non-existent gaze, "I got it right before I was banished from the fire nation."

"It was Ozai, wasn't it?" Zuko's tongue went dry at her words, he couldn't lift it to respond as tears welled up in his eyes from the statement.

He had never confirmed the rumors when asked, despite the tale being a popular propaganda piece during his father's rule, about what he would do to those who disrespected him. Given her next statement though, it seemed as though his silence was confirmation enough.

"Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you."

He didn't respond, allowing Toph to throw herself into his lap and wrap her arms around his neck while pressing her head against his shoulder.

Zuko ignored the renewed fire in his abdomen and wrapped his arms just as tightly around Toph.

…

"That one looks too stuffy," Sokka commented as he bit into the apple he was holding while leaning against the wall to seemingly avoid putting weight on his splinted leg, "and the sleeves are huge. You'll firebend once and woosh! Erupt into flames!"

"It's a flame resistant fabric, like all of the clothes produced in the fire nation," The tailor explained while wrapping the line of measuring tape around Zuko's bandaged abdomen, "it would be preposterous for the new Fire Lord to be unable to firebend in their regalia."

"I'm just saying, maybe it's time to update the regalia! Make it more Zuko and less Ozai. Right, Zuko?"

Zuko just wanted to get down from the platform he was standing on, away from the gaze from the tailor who had been part of the palace staff since his grandfather had been on the throne; even though he had been questioned extensively about where his loyalties lied, his chest still felt tight every time he looked over at the elderly man.

"Zuko, you with us?"

Zuko blinked a few times, his arms still extended outwards while he met Sokka's concerned glance but when he tried to respond, his mouth was dry as he lowered his arms while a shiver of fear went down his spine.

"Zheng, can you give a second?"

The tailor left the room with a bow in his direction, but all Zuko could focus on was Sokka's hand gripping onto his wrist as he helped him step down from the platform and sit on the lone, padded bench that sat in the corner.

"Are you in pain? Because I can get Katara-"

"It's stupid." Zuko swallowed, resting his face in his hands to try and get his heart to stop beating so fast. 'You're safe. No one is going to put you in a room with people that haven't been thoroughly questioned. You're fine.'

No matter how much he knew those statements to be true, his chest was burning with panic and paranoia.

"I once tried to keep us from going to get supplies because I had a dream where food ate people," Sokka's hand was gentle on his shoulder, just enough pressure for him to know that he was there, "I'm pretty sure it can't get more stupid then that."

"Just…worried, about all of this."

"About being the Fire Lord? Because that's not stupid, I'd argue that it'd be more stupid if you weren't."

'I shouldn't be scared. They shouldn't put a coward on the throne. The last thing that the Fire Nation needs is a coward ruling over them.'

"Look," Sokka spoke again, despite Zuko unable to respond as he rested his face in his hands, "this is a lot of responsibility, I get that. I was too young to go with my father but too old to be protected which meant that before Katara and I met Aang, I was the head of the Southern Water Tribe. I know it's not the same scale, but if I can do it, you've got it in the bag."

"You shouldn't doubt yourself, Sokka." Zuko finally managed to lift his head out of his hands and rest it against the wall instead as he responded, his heartbeat starting to fall back into its normal rhythm.

"Neither should you," Sokka argued, "even if the crown wasn't your birthright, which it is, you beat Azula in an Agni Kai."

"Aiming at someone else results in a forfeit."

"You saved my little sister's life, Zuko, and I…" he looked over as Sokka wiped his face on his sleeve before looking back to him, "I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

"You don't need to."

Sokka shrugged, which gave him permission to rest his heavy head, the head that would be crowned as the new Fire Lord in the morning, on the shoulder of one of the bravest warriors in the world.

"So, are you gonna kick me out of here then?"

"I didn't say that."

"Good, because someone needs to be here to tell you that these sleeves are so," Sokka smiled as he lifted up the edge of one of the sleeves and wrapped his hand around it to prove that Zuko still had plenty of room for his wrists in the robe, "so impractical."

…

"I should count myself lucky. The new Fire Lord has graced me with his presence in my lowly prison cell."

His vision was spinning when he finally returned from the Boiling Rock; it was real, he was the Fire Lord and he had proven his father wrong.

And yet, as he held onto the doorframe, his heart pounding in his chest and his ears filled with high-pitched ringing, he couldn't help but wonder if somewhere in his jail cell, his father had been hoping for this outcome.

That his son would be put on the throne and maybe he would be able to worm his way into his mind again. It made Zuko's stomach fill with nausea at the thought of being the puppet on his father's string again, like he had been just a year ago.

"There you are! Katara wants to check how everything is healing before we head to the Earth Kingdom…Zuko?"

Zuko had just been able to hear the voice over the ringing in his ears and looked up to see the blurry shape of Aang staring right at him.

"Zuko, are you-"

Zuko let go of the doorframe as his vision went dark, feeling hands grab his shoulders on the way down that were accompanied by a scream.

…

The first thing he heard when he opened his eyes was "don't move" followed by the familiar sting of water being passed over the lightning mark.

Zuko wasn't planning on it, not with how much everything was aching just from breathing; that was, until he heard a second voice that had him lifting his head from the pillows and propping himself up onto his elbows.

"He's awake?" Before he could even speak, Aang was rushing over to his side with relief tinged in his words, "you're awake."

"And he needs to lay," Katara cut herself off to use her free hand to press on his chest and guide him back onto the pillows, "back down."

"Is it bad?" He asked, wincing at how dry his mouth was and how hoarse his voice was.

"I'll get you some water." Aang insisted as he disappeared from view once again, leaving him to look up at Katara's squint of concentration.

"Everything is irritated. The nerves, the skin…it's all irritated. We put off the trip to the Earth Kingdom till tomorrow and King Kuei sends his regards," she stopped for a moment before looking over at him, "where were you?"

Zuko swallowed; he didn't want Katara to know that he had gone much further than anyone was comfortable with permitting, especially without security, not to mention that he had gone to see the former Fire Lord.

Even with his reasoning, he wasn't sure that any of his new found friends would be comfortable with the fact that he had gone in the first place.

"Here," Aang's return with the glass of water returned Katara's eyes to his burnt abdomen and gave Zuko, at the very least, a temporary scapegoat and took the lack of questioning eyes on him to lift his head and let the water coat his aching throat, "we told General Iroh too, since we'll be staying with him when we get there."

"Thanks." Zuko nodded even though he knew that it was going to be more difficult to keep his visit from his uncle then it was to keep it from Aang and Katara.

"No problem, Fire Lord Hotman" Aang smiled as he took the glass despite the quick glare he shot at the airbender, glancing at the burn for a moment before looking back at Zuko, a half-hearted giggle in his voice while gesturing to his back, "what do you know? We match now."

Zuko couldn't help but laugh despite the pain it caused him.

After all, Aang had saved the world and he had stopped Azula; the next few weeks, months, maybe even years would be hard as the nations settled down now that the war was over and started to rebuild.

But that could wait; for the next few hours as he rested, he didn't have to be the Fire Lord; he had the permission to just be Zuko.

#bad things happen bingo #fainting #avatar the last airbender #atla #post the last agni kai #whump #angst #my writing #fic #zuko #katara #aang #toph beifong #sokka #uncle iroh

[nervousgardenerkid]

yello could u do an eddie munson x reader where the reader struggles w selective mutism (becoming mute/being unable to speak in some situations usually because of bad anxiety, or at least in my own experience) and usually communicates through little notes but feels real bad bc they don’t want eddie to be disappointed and he comforts them and says it’s ok bc he loves them anyway

pls i’m having big sad rn and i think that would be so adorable, also considering that selective mutism and stuff like that is v rarely seen in media/fanfics lol, it would be a big win for us

ty <333

a/n: i hope i got to this in time anon! i'm sorry you're feeling sad rn :( i tried to do my best with it cause personally i have no idea what it's like but as someone with anxiety i understand a bit! I hope you like it :D credit to the gif owner!

Notes to you

Blue skies in, grey clouds out. Blue skies in, grey clouds out. You thought to yourself. You weren't sure what was in the air today but school seemed so much more packed when it came to basketball games. Maybe school spirit was more alive in the students thus causing them to be louder and more obnoxious than usual. Or maybe the universe decided to give you the middle finger and held a pep rally. Either way, you weren't the biggest fan of it.

Your hands start to grab at the straps of your backpack and you try not to cry when the kid next to you gets pushed into you. You just want to go home, you don't even want to spend the rest of the day in school. Your eyes frantically search the flooded hall looking for a familiar face, but so far no luck. I could leave now you think to yourself. Home isn't that far from school and I'll be okay if I miss a day of school. You turn around and try and make your way toward the school exit when finally, you see him.

Relief washes over your body and you push your way through the crowd and grab onto his jacket as soon as he's within arms reach. Eddie quickly turns you thinking you were a bully but smiles when he sees it's you.

“Hey, there sweetheart, where are you off to?”

You open your mouth trying to get the words out but you're stuck. Your brain goes blank and you struggle to think of the words you want to say. You look around the halls trying to find something to focus on but everything is too bright and too loud. Eddie notices the panicked look in your eyes and turns Dustin around to reach into his backpack.

“Hey! You can't just go digging in there-”

“Can it Henderson.”

“Yes sir.”

Eddie pulls out his notebook and rips off a page before stuffing the notebook back in and searching for a pen.

“Man, I had a whole system in there.”

“I'll let you sit on my throne for ten seconds if you stop talking.”

“Done.”

Eddie let out a small “ah ha!” when he found a pen. He holds onto your hand tightly and starts to lead you out of the school screaming for students to get out of his way. Once you're out of the school you take a deep breath, it doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to but it's better than being surrounded by warms of people. Before you know it, Eddie has you standing in front of his van the paper on the hood of his car, and he places the pen in your hand.

“What's going on in your pretty little head?” he asks you softly.

You take a deep breath feeling the pen in your hand as you try and call down. Your hand is shaky as you write.

I hate basketball games.

He let out a hum. “Me too, way too many people. Do you want to go to the library? It's nice and quiet in there.”

It's locked. Even the librarian has more school spirit than me.

Eddie chuckles and leans against the van smiling at you.

You can go back in, I was just going to walk home.

“Pft. Walk home, yeah right. No way I'm letting you walk home in this horrible heat.”

You glance at him and smile.

You didn't have to let Dustin sit on your throne for me.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “It's not a problem. Plus, I kinda ruined his whole backpack system or whatever he has going on in there.”

Ruined. Dustin's bag was ruined because of you. The whole system he made up is ruined all because Eddie had to scramble to get a piece of paper for you. Your breathing began to pick up again and you closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths. Eddie stands straight again stands nearby.

“What do you need sweetheart? How can I help you?”

The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can't get them out no matter how hard you're trying to.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” he says softly. “One tap for yes.” He taps on his van once. “Two taps for no. Sound good to you?”

You click the pen twice instead of tapping on the car. Eddie nods his head saying he can work with that.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Click.

He wraps his arms around you.

“You want me to hold you tighter?”

Click.

His arms squeeze you tight enough for you to start grounding yourself. You take a deep breath catching the scent of Eddie's cologne. Your hand wrapped around the back of his shirt feeling the material beneath your fingertips. The cotton was soft, yet worn out. You could tell it was one of his favorites. You started to calm down when you heard his sweet voice reassuring you that everything is okay and that you're gonna be okay.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper to him.

He pulls away from you and wipes away at the stray tear that fell down your face.

“For what?”

You shake your head. What were you sorry for? You didn't do anything bad, Eddie was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help.

“I don't know.”

tears are streaming down your face and Eddie pulls you in for another hug. His hand is gently scratching at your scalp and he's swaying you both back and forth while gently rushing you.

“You didn't do anything wrong. I promise you didn't, okay?”

You nod your head choosing to believe him as you take a shaky breath. You know better than to ask this, but sometimes the reassurance helps more than you think it would.

You gently pull away from him and turn your body back toward the van. You grab the piece of paper, fold it in half, then click the pen getting ready to write your question out.

You still love me?

Eddie grabs the pen from your hand, he clicks it a few times pretending to think of his answer. He messily writes down his answer and slides the note back to you hiding his smile behind his hair.

Always. :)

#i really hope you like this😭 #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x gn!reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst

[ritz-writes]

So... when I said that everything was the same in spotlight au... that includes Macaque making a deal with LBD. cuz who am I if I don't have some kind of angst hehe. Though, there are a few differences. The main one being that, when Spider Queen tries to take over the city, LBD keeps herself hidden from Wukong. This also means that he doesn't leave during season 2. At least, not at first.

This is another drabble that got way to long hhhh

Words: 1128

(Everything said in this post happens about a week after the attempted city takeover.)

By this point, Macaque's friends know Wukong is the ex and still don't rlly like him, but they can see he's trying, so they r giving him a chance. But, like I said, they have their ups and downs. At one point, they have a fight. I haven't worked out what the fight is about, but they both say things they regret later and Macaque storms off to the theater, his one place of solace (he and a few other long term actors have the codes to get in and are allowed to whenever they want). A few of his cast mates were there going over lines and immediately rush to comfort him, letting him vent out his frustrations.

Here's where the angst comes in >:))

It was well into the middle of the night when the lights flicker out, a man stepping out of the shadows, purring about how "easy it was to find the lady's little play thing."

Macaque immediately backs away in terror, knowing full well what the man was there for. Or rather, who.

(Theres like 6 people there including macaque, but i dont have any names, so I'm just gonna use letters to address them lmao)

"Uhm, excuse me sir?" A said nervously. "You can't be in here, you need to leave."

The man chuckled, ignoring them completely, his eyes zeroed in on Macaque alone. "You know, if you were trying to hide, you did quite a poor job of it."

B and C move forward, the others converging to stand in front of Macaque. "Hey, back off, man." C snapped. "You need to leave. Now."

The man raised an eyebrow, then smirked. He rushed forward and in the blink of an eye, had B and C by the throat in either hand, raising them off the floor.

Macaque pushed passed the other 3, eyes wide. "Stop!! Stop, let them go, please! I-I'll go with you, okay?"

D grabbed Macaque's arm. "Mac, are you crazy?"

Macaque ripped out of the hold, moving closer. "Let them go and I'll follow you without a fight. I'll do whatever she says, just... don't hurt them, please. " His voice was shaky, as were his hands. He thought he'd gotten away from Her years ago, thought he was free despite the feeling of chains in his dreams.

He now realized just how foolish a thought that was.

The man's grin widened. He threw B and C forward, the duo crashing to the others with a yelp. Macaque moved to help, but was stopped by and hand gripping the back of his neck, sending shivers by his spine.

"And the lamp?" The man hissed in his ear, smile ever present.

Macaque was near hyperventilating. He didn't want to do this. Gods, he did not want to see her again, but he had no choice. He had to keep his friends safe.

Shit, why did he have to go and get attached again?

E stood up, seeming just as scared as Macaque. "L-Let him go!"

The grip on his neck tightened. "The lamp, Macaque."

Macaque shut his eyes, tail curling around his leg. "I-It's at my house."

"Good. Take us there. We don't want to keep the lady waiting, now do we?"

Macaque bit his lip and summoned a portal under them. He opened his eyes long enough to see the terrified expression of his friends, B and D rushing forward, arms outstretched toward him.

He couldn't let them get hurt. He could probably--maybe--fight the man off, but he couldn't risk LBD using his friends against him.

Macaque reached into his pocket and, right before he dropped into the portal, threw his phone towards the group, praying to any god listening that they'd know who to call.

And that he'd be willing to help.

---

Wukong was surprised to see Macaque calling him. Normally they went days without talking after a fight. He honestly didn't want to answer at first, but he knew that'd probably just make things worse.

So, with a heavy sigh, he swiped answer. Before he could even speak, though, the sound of loud sobbing filled his ears, the noise coming from the background. He sat up from his couch, fur bristled. "Macaque? What's going on, who's crying?"

Someone took a deep breath, then spoke. Someone who definitely wasn't Macaque. "Sun Wukong?"

Wukong growled. "Who the hell is this. Where's Macaque."

"This is B. I'm a friend of his. He... shit this dude just came in and took him!"

Wukong jumped off the couch and ran out the door, summoning his cloud and taking off toward the city. "Took him? What do you mean? Who was it?"

"It was this weird dude in a suit, he came out of nowhere. I think Mac knew him or something. The dude said something about a-a lamp? I don't know, but he threw his phone before they left. I'm assuming he wanted us to call you."

Wukong swore under his breath, urging his nimbus to go faster. "Do you know where they went? Did the man say anything else?"

"Mac said the lamp was at his house, so he took them there. Uhm, the guy said something about a lady?"

Wukong felt cold. "A lady?" He repeated quietly.

"Y-Yeah. I think Macaque knew who he was talking about? He said 'she' at one point. I-I'm sorry, it's kind of a blur, everything happ—"

"Are you sure?" Wukong repeated, voice strained. He had to be wrong, please, he had to be wrong. "He said 'she'? Do you remember what Macaque said exactly?"

B took a shaky breath. "He said 'I'll do whatever she says.' He was trying to get him to not hurt us."

No.

Gods, he was such an idiot. How did he not see it before. People don't just come back from the dead on their own. Someone brought Macaque back, someone with a purpose. Someone who was supposed to be dead themselves.

A low growl made its way past his throat.

B spoke again. "You know what's going on, don't you?" It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," he answered. "What's his address?"

B hesitated, but only for a second. "It's ______"

"Alright. Thanks for calling me. I'll handle this."

"I'll keep his phone on me. Keep me updated."

"Sure."

"I mean it," B snapped. "You better keep me updated. I want to make sure Macaque is okay. I don't trust you, but he obviously still does. Don't let him down again. Please."

--

By the time Wukong made it to Macaque's house, there was no one there, the magical presence of the lamp faded.

The next day, Monkey King went on 'vacation.' He didn't tell B about it.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk au #lmk spotlight au #spotlight au #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk mayor #lmk lbd #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #shadowpeach #fanfiction #technically lmao #this became WAY too long that my b #btw these 5 cast memebers will prob have names at some point #i have ideas for B and E already

[kamyru]

Fluffy family fanfic idea: How HLITF guys interact with their newborn/infant/toddler. (Like maybe they'll use a higher tone or become more expressive when talking to their kid)

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for this ask. It's such a cute one. Please, send me more family bliss requests, I adore them. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I liked writing them. ❤️

Public Safety Detectives interacting with their babies (Shorts)

Jin Namba

Earlier that day, Namba saw his wife mixing the vegetables in the pan with closed eyes. So, when their son woke them up in the middle of the night, he placed a reassuring hand on her: "I've got him," he whispered. Jin kissed his wife's forehead and went to see what had disrupted his son's peace.

A barely audible "I'll come in a minute" left his wife's lips before Jin could leave their shared bedroom. The man hoped she wouldn't be true to her words and would continue her well-deserved sleep.

"What's bothering you, Baby Chicken?" Jin whispered, and a chuckle left his lips. He cleared his throat to calm himself, remembering his exhausted wife. Even if their son was already a few months old, he couldn't stop laughing when he called him "Baby Chicken", even if his wife hated this nickname.

After checking the boy's diaper and giving him his bottle, the man could finally admire his best project in peace. Baby Namba was softly snoring in his hands. Jin could barely stop himself from pinching his cheeks. However, what he couldn't stop, was the lullaby that came out of his lips. The boy smiled in his sleep, encouraging his dad to continue singing softly. After another ten minutes, Jin put his son back in his crib.

"Can you sing me lullabies, too?" a groggy voice asked him.

Jin chuckled and kissed his wife, who leaned against the wall. Of course, he could do it. He could do everything for the person who made him the happiest person in the world.

Hideki Ishigami

The aide in Captain Ishigami's car was rocking their leg. After their first mission as a Public Safety Cadet, they were scolded harshly by their Instructor, and the road back to the Academy was torture. They had to bite their lip to prevent themselves from crying.

Ishigami, in the contrast, seemed calmer than ever. He yelled at the poor newbie enough. However, he was far from being tranquil. At every red light, he looked at his watch.

"Can you call the most recent number in my contact list?" Ishigami finally broke the silence. His aide did what they were asked, with shaky hands and teary eyes. A voice they recognized to be of another of the Public Safety Detectives answered.

"Hey, MC! Give the phone to our daughter," Ishigami greeted.

Finally, the aide started to calm down. Something more interesting than their inner conflicts was in front of their eyes. Now, they knew who wore the pair of the wedding band that Ishigami had on his ring finger. Moreover, they found out that the frightening Instructor had a family.

"Hello, honey," Ishigami started. He was met only by a barely audible "Mhm." A sigh escaped the Captain's lips. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your concert. I sincerely apologize. What can I do for you to forgive me? Do you want to dance for me when I arrive home? What cake do you want to celebrate your concert?"

The aide's jaw was on the floor. They had no idea their Instructor could have this sort of emotion. And in front of them? Wow!

"I just want you to come back," a sad voice whispered. "And I want you to know that I'll be mad at you for a few more days," the girl continued, this time a little bit happier. Surprisingly, Ishigami let out a chuckle. After a few more words, he ended the call. However, he could feel his aide's eyes on him.

"What?" Captain Ishigami asked, more than dissatisfied.

"I didn't expect you to be so soft," the aide mumbled, afraid of their Instructor's reaction.

"For you, I'm your Instructor who is supposed to prepare you for your future job. For her, I'm her father, who is supposed to love and care for her," Ishigami answered with a barely visible smile.

Hyogo Kaga

"You dumb shitheads!" Kaga's voice reverberated through the entire Public Safety Academy. He was "explaining" to the newbies how none of them passed the last exam and how they could give up on their dreams of becoming detectives. However, his narrative was interrupted by the creak of the entrance door. The man was a second away from yelling at whoever had enough guts to disregard his lesson. Though, a little head with too familiar hair styled in two braids popped up. The little girl, who barely had enough force to close the door, ran towards the Instructor.

"Papa!" she yelled while jumping in his arms.

Kaga knelt in front of her and caught her midway.

"What are you doing here, brat?" he softly asked, while planting a kiss on her temple, as if he didn't scare the living shit out of his students a minute ago.

"I asked aunt to bring me here because I missed you," Baby Kaga answered while snuggling against her father's chest.

The man hugged his daughter tightly and reassuringly.

"I also missed you," Kaga whispered in her hair. "What is mom doing?"

Baby Kaga lifted her head and looked deadly serious at her father.

"She was cleaning. I told her not to do it because you commanded her to relax. But she didn't listen!"

Kaga rolled his eyes, yet a barely visible smile appeared on his face. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have a smartass daughter and a badass wife who gave birth to their baby son a few weeks ago and was already causing problems again.

Shusuke Soma

"I don't remember you telling me so many compliments," Soma's oldest son pouted while listening to his father talking with his newborn sister.

"I did. You just forgot," Shusuke attention turned to his oldest kid. "Do you remember things from when you were a baby?"

The little boy shook his head, understanding what his dad talked about. So, forgetting his sadness, he sat on his father's lap and looked at his sister.

"She's so tiny and cute," Baby Soma said in awe.

Shusuke nodded his head. A tear of happiness ran down his cheek. His wife was sleeping in their bedroom, still recovering from giving birth a few days ago. It was her first day back home. His son watched his daughter with an amazed face, willing to take her in his hands. And his daughter was a bundle of joy that increased his happiness even more. What had he done in the past life to deserve all of this?

"You also were this tiny and cute," Shusuke told his son. "You'll always be cute, even if you are taller than me."

Baby Soma rubbed his chin.

"What if I want to be strong and handsome, not cute?"

Soma let out a chuckle.

"Nah, you'll always be cute for me, just like your mother and your sister."

Takaomi Tsugaru

MC came up with the idea of having a team building after a few more newbies entered Tsugaru's team. So, Tsugaru, Tsugaru, Momose, and a few "kids" were sharing a drink in a somehow awkward atmosphere.

Little Hare and Momose were already accustomed to Tsugaru's antiques. However, it was strange for the rookies to try to enjoy the night with the person who yesterday took them out of an investigation because of their minor mistakes. It was also strange to see someone enjoy the strange combinations of food their Captain had on his plate. So, Momose, Tsugaru, and MC enjoyed each others' company while the newbies tried their best to look relaxed.

"I also want this!" a kid's voice yelled from behind the senior's back.

All three of them turned to the familiar voice. A little girl ran to Tsugaru's lap and was a second away from taking his chopsticks to try what got her attention. However, her dad stopped her.

"Better try what's on your mom's plate," Tsugaru guided the girl to MC's food.

"What are you doing here?" MC asked, as the responsible adult she was.

"Grandpa brought us here," the girl explained and took a piece of meat from MC's plate. Tsugaru put away his plate to make enough space for his daughter's food. He rested his head on hers.

"Us?" both Tsugarus asked.

"Yes, did you forget that you have two kids?" the boy who said this leaned above his parents and put away the beet pints they had in front of them. "I think you have had enough alcohol for today."

Little Hare and Tsugaru made space for the boy to stay between them.

"They haven't touched any alcohol yet, Noa," Momose said with a chuckle.

"Probably they are so old they get drunk on smell alone," the boy continued. His parents pinched his sides and chuckled in faux offense. At least now, their junior knew that there was someone with a sharper tongue and sarcasm than their boss.

Seiji Goto

"So, this paper goes in here, and this one in here," Seiji told his one-year-old son, who sat on his lap. After half an hour of sorting the papers, the detective put his son on his hip and went towards the laundry basket. "Mommy's white shirt, daddy's white shirt, mommy's cream skirt, daddy's other white shirt, all of them can bathe together. But they can't bathe with your pink romper. Do you understand?" Seiji kissed his baby on his head. In this position - sitting on the floor - MC found her boys.

"What are you doing?" she asked, with a soft smile on her face.

"I'm teaching our son to do the chores. We have already sorted my papers and the laundry. I don't want him to be as useless as me," Seiji said with a content smile.

MC frowned while getting closer to her boys.

"You're not useless," her lips whispered next to her husband's lips. Seiji leaned closer to kiss her. The boy on his lap started to clap his hands. His parents kissed him on both cheeks. "You have the best father in the world," MC told her son.

"And the best mother," Seiji added.

Ayumu Shinonome

Ayumu typed fast at his computer, looking at his superior. They exchanged looks that meant more than one hundred words. The hour at the corner of their screens was making fun of them, running faster than they expected. The first trains were already going. However, it didn't matter because both were away from their families on a work trip. Suddenly, a ringing broke the "idyllic" atmosphere between men. Hyogo gave Ayumu an annoyed look. Yet, after he saw the name on the screen, he changed his mind.

"Take it while I'm going for a smoke."

As Kaga went farther, the smile on Ayumu's face got bigger.

"Do you have two spare minutes?" MC's voice started.

Ayumu became alert. What if something happened at home? Was his baby daughter okay? A day before he left, Baby Shinonome called him "papa" for the first time. Suddenly, all his worries disappeared when Ayumu heard his daughter's voice.

"Papapapapapa!"

A pout appeared on the man's face. Why he had to be away from his girls? It wasn't fare!

"Aw, who is your favorite parent?" Ayumu asked when the girl was still mumbling. He didn't have to see to know that MC rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. So, to make everyone happy, he continued: "I love you both, my girls." Ayumu's cheeks were burning, and he could bet that MC's were too. She wasn't accustomed to him behaving like this.

After a few more words, Ayumu ended his call, and a voice caught his attention. It was Kaga who finished his cigarette on the balcony and was returning to work.

"Papa also loves you, honey. Wait a little more, and I'll be back," the frightening Captain said.

Knowing looks were exchanged between partners. They were even more motivated to finish their work and return to their families.

Toru Kurosawa

"How are babies made?" Toru's three-year-old daughter asked him while he was still in bed while MC tapped something for work on her computer.

In front of Toru's eyes ran all the possibilities to avoid the question. He could invent a story: his daughter would believe it, or tell her to ask mom: it would be fun to watch. However, he took his job as a father with the utmost sobriety. So, he put Baby Kurosawa in front of him and started his explanation:

"When a female and a male love each other, sometimes they want to have a family and babies. And for this, they usually have sex, but there are more methods to have kids."

A round of sweat ran down Kurasawa's forehead.

"And what is sex?"

Toru took a deep breath.

"It's a very intimate thing. You have to trust the other person to do it."

Baby Kurosawa awed understanding. A lot of other questions ran through her head. However, a sweet smell coming from the kitchen tickled her nose. She turned to run away and see what food was waiting for her and met her mother in the doorway.

"For how long are you here?" Toru asked with a pout on his face.

"From the moment she asked you the first question. I caught her words and got interested in your answer," MC answered with a chuckle. "Have I ever told you that you do a fantastic job educating your kid?"

Toru shook his head only to hear his wife's compliments again. He could lack seriosity in his day-to-day life, yet his daughter was an important matter that had to be treated correspondingly.

#her love in the force #jin namba #hideki ishigami #hyogo kaga #shusuke soma #takaomi tsugaru #seiji goto #ayumu shinonome #toru kurosawa #voltage inc #asks

[nawoken]

Caught in the middle of the storm?

EY~ I finally got enough courage to actually write a proper post, despite my poor English :'D

The reason is simple. Every once in a while, I will get caught up in some thing new, or different. New games, stories, fandoms... And this time, it's "Twisted-Wonderland" :"))))

I used to play this game before but got bored of it pretty quick because I wasn't familliar its gameplay. But now, I'm back... and I totally into it this time (Until I got stuck at Chapter 6). :)

Normally, I will just stalk other writer and happy with it. Until a few day ago I got a dream and I kinda want to share it.

Basically, the dream was me and some of the boys were going on a cruise. Quite fun and all until a big storm hit. Everything became shaky and wobbly, I was staying in my room, being calm while... the boys... THE BOYS rolled or slid around since they couldn't stand on their feet.

Well, they should grab onto something, but, starting with Kalim, who tried to barge into my room because he is worried about me like a sweet boy he is (TvT). But, dear, you should worry about yourself first. The yacht tilted to the left at that time and Kalim sliped, fell to the floor and slid along the corridor... Then Jamil came to aid him have the same outcome. :)))

At some point, I could actually grab and drag them in my room, with Jack's help. There was chaos outside with people trying to hold on their dear life. I woke up after that and don't remember much but I do remember seeing Riddle... hold onto a mast with a pale face.

That's all. Every time I joined a fandom or interested in some thing, I will have various ideas for them. But I'm too shy to share or implement them. At least this time I can tell everyone about this.

#twst #twisted wonderland #dream #twst wonderland #kalim al asim #jack howl #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #funny dreams

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

@thetheatergremlin, so uhh, that fae brooke au???? um well, here, take this. I may clean it up later, I'm really bad at that so there is a slim chance but mayhaps!

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If you asked Chloe Valentine why she was in the middle of the woods with mascara streaming down her face at 2 pm on a Saturday she would shoot you a look filled with the loathing and hatred that only a teen girl is capable of possessing and not say anything, choosing to walk away from you and your stupid question. The truth was, Chloe Valentine was in the middle of the woods with makeup ruined from crying because her now ex-boyfriend had cheated on her. Huge surprise.

Stumbling over roots and fallen tree trunks through the tiny local woods Chloe had time to think about her and Dustin's on and off relationship for the past two months. For the past three weeks, her and Dustin had been managing a shaky healthy relationship. And then, it turned out he was cheating on her, with Madeleine!!

"It's not like I can talk," Chloe thought to herself, stumbling over an ancient oak tree's roots. "I mean, I cheated on Jake but like, he was having a thing with Rich! I was actually trying with Dustin!"

Despite having just broken up with Dustin (that cheating dick!), it was a beautiful day, the type that fairy-tale weddings take place on, not the type of day for hiding in your bedroom and pretending you're okay.

"Are you lost?" Asked a soft, feminine voice. Chloe whipped her head around, thoughts interrupted by the voice. Looking around the woods, Chloe didn't see anyone, she seemed to be completely alone. "Who are you?" Chloe almost snarled, wiping the last remnants of her tears off her face.

From behind the oak tree she had stumbled over, a girl the same age as Chloe stepped out. She was shorter than Chloe, barefoot and wearing something that looked like it came out of a Greek myth. Her long blonde hair had flowers braided into it and her face was wearing a soft expression. Like she was concerned for Chloe, someone she'd never met before. Chloe felt her heart flutter the way it never did for any boy she'd ever dated, ever.

The girl took a step farther from the oak tree, her soft blonde hair covering some of her face. "Oh hello, I'm Brooke! Are you okay? You look kinda lost," Chloe looked at the girl closer and noticed her ears were pointed, like she was dressed for the Renaissance Festival. Chloe looked around the woods, realizing that as a matter of fact, she was lost.

Chloe sighed, maybe this mysterious (and very pretty) girl could help. "Yeah, I'm lost," Chloe admitted, shuffling her feat. "Wait, am I nervous? I'm not supposed to get nervous! Ever! Especially not because of girls!"

"I don't usually go into the woods or whatever," Chloe continued, flinching at her new-found awkwardness. Brooke snorted, covering it with a hand. "If you don't usually go into the woods, why are you here?" She asked, wearing an amused smile.

Chloe felt her fists clench as a tight smile appeared on her face, "Well," She began, sounding ready to kill a man, "My now ex-boyfriend, Dustin, decided to cheat on me with that faux-French slut, Madeleine!"

Brooke's eyes widened at Chloe's outburst, "That sounds horrible!" Chloe inhaled sharply at the thought of those conniving little - "Deep breaths Chloe,"

Chloe tossed her messed-up hair over her shoulder "It's not like I even wanted to date him. I just needed him to stay popular," She said, ignoring the fact she spent an hour crying while having Jenna spread the worst rumor she could think of about both Dustin and Madeleine. "It's fine, I'm fine!"

Brooke cocked her head at Chloe, a bit like a dog trying to figure something out, "It's alright not to be fine you know?" She said softly, reaching a hand towards Chloe and stepping towards her.

Chloe scoffed, "That's what one of my ex-boyfriends says. Jake's my friend now so he means the best, but like, he of all people should know that if you want to be popular you can't be not-fine!"

Brooke didn't understand shit about the high-school hierarchy judging from Brooke's sympathetic frown and that Chloe had never seen her at Middleborough. She was probably a home-school kid or something, she didn't seem like a private school girl. The whole walking barefoot dressed like an elf seemed more of a home-school kid thing honestly.

Before Chloe could ask where Brooke went to school, Brooke said, ''If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

"Chloe, Chloe Valentine,"

Brooke beamed, "You have such a pretty name! Make sure not to give it to anyone," She warned, giving Chloe a stern look.

"Definitely home-schooled," Chloe remarked. "Not that makes her less adorable. Wait, what? Adorable!? Getting a fucking grip!"

Brooke had walked close enough to Chloe to place a hand on her wrist. The contact was a point of calm on Chloe's burning body. What was wrong with her?!

"You said you were lost?" Asked Brooke. Chloe nodded, too busy struggling with her feelings for this girl to look up from Brooke's hand on her wrist. Chloe felt a slight breeze go through her hair and looked up at Brooke who was looking in the middle distance, head cocked to the left.

Not looking at Chloe, Brooke pointed diagonally to her left, "You should find your way if you head that direction!" She said, eyes bright as she looked up at Chloe.

Chloe jerked her head towards the direction Brooke was pointing, afraid to lose the battle she was fighting (and losing) to not let her gaze stray to Brooke's rosy lips. "Thanks Brooke," She said, voice softer than she expected. Brooke's feather light touch traveled down until her hand was clasped in Chloe's. Their hands were hanging at their sides and Chloe risked a glance at Brooke. She was met with Brooke gazing up at her. Not only was her expression soft but so was everything else about her; her hand that was holding Chloe's; her flower-filled hair that was slightly messed from the earlier breeze. All of her was soft and pretty, and Chloe did not know what to do with that simple truth.

Chloe cleared her throat, pulling her hand from Brooke's. "I should probably get home now," Brooke nodded, "I hope you feel better Chloe," Her voice was sincere and like so many other things, soft. "Come and visit again!" She said walking back towards the oak tree. "Wait!" Chloe called out, not really wanting Brooke to leave. "I will, and, uh, I like your costume, it's very original,"

Brooke looked back at Chloe, she was smiling but her eyebrows were creased in confusion. "Thank you! But, it's not a costume, silly."

"The fuck?" Chloe asked herself, but before she could say anything, Brooke had vanished, leaving Chloe to find her way home alone.

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this au has so much potential i did not do it justice but here you go! hope you enjoyed!

#bmc #my writing #be more chill #be more chill musical #i wrote thew second half of this listening to the pinkberry playlist i made #pinkberry #pinkberry fae au #chloe valentine #brooke lohst

[ruppcake]

Hi I'm back again. But this time I'd like to request some angst that eventually leads to fluff and a comforting moment with Mogens. Cause like that guy definitely has some sort of past trauma and I just want to comfort him. I've had this idea that Mogens deserves to get a gift as well. Cause like he never got one in the movie, my man deserves some love too! I hope this is more informative than my last ask!

Also take your time, I am so okay with having to wait. Writing takes time ^-^ 💗

Thanks again!

{Heyyyyyyy. I’m sorry for taking a while again I’ve had really bad writers block for the past few days! 😅 thank you for the request and hope you like it!}

Tw!: mentions of @!coho!, tr@um@, @bu$€, and d€@th also involves some language (if triggered by any of these, please don’t read. i don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable 🫂) [YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

{Note: (y/n) = your name}

Mogens angst/comfort one-shot

Mogens opens the front door to the nice, cozy cabin that you and him shared. He had a rough day today dealing with some very rude passengers on his boat and not getting the amount of money he was suppose to get. Mogens sighed seeing you were not in the house at the moment. He took off his coat and hat hanging them up on hooks by the door. As he was walking towards the kitchen, he let his mind wonder a bit into places he shouldn’t let it wander to. Things from his past flooding his mind. He stood still in the middle of the kitchen floor having unpleasant memories hauntingly all come back to him. Mogens started to tremble, his chest getting tight and tears welling up in his eyes.

He needed to do something to get rid of the thoughts and feelings. He reached into a near cabinet and took out a bottle of moonshine. Once opened, Mogens started chugging it hoping it would help him forget everything for now. He slid to the ground trembling from where he was sitting. You finally came back home opening the door to see that Mogens was not sitting on the couch waiting for you. You quickly assumed he went to bed or he was not home yet until you heard shaky breathing coming from the kitchen. Immediately, you rushed over to find Mogens actually on the ground with a bottle of moonshine in hand struggling to control his breathing. “Mogens??? Dear, what happened??? Are you alright?!” you kneeled down next to him making him look at you.

Mogens looked into your eyes with his tear filled ones. The eye contact with you made tears finally spill out of his eyes. “Darling…? I…Im alright. Just—“ Before he could finish you put a hand on his cheek. “No. Something is wrong and I need you to open up about it. You’re hurting yourself by keeping everything bottled up. I’ve noticed this for a while now so please talk about it to me” Mogens looked at you before sighing. “Okie okie. I’ll tell you about it.” You nodded before getting up, he gets up with you and drag him to the couch in the living room. “Sit.” Mogens listens sitting down instantly. You sit next to him giving him an ‘talk, im listening’ look. He sighs wiping his eyes. “Heh. where to begin.” He sat back a bit as you scooted closer to him. “The reason you saw me the way I was on the floor was because something today reminded me of certain moments from my past which caused me to feel and remember things I should be forgetting about. Then also cause me to try and drink everything away.”

You grabbed his arm softly. “Mogens. You don’t have to do that. You don’t have to always be tough about everything. You can tell me what’s bothering you, love. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here for you and always will so please tell me what happened.” Mogens looked into your eyes then put his hand over yours. “Alright.” He takes a deep breath before starting. “Today while I was working I saw a mother and her child spending time together at one of the shops I had to stop at to drop off some deliveries. It reminded me of how I was with my mother before she passed. My mother worked as a tailor. Making clothes and fixing them up but she also ran a food stand for people who couldn’t afford any. She taught me to cook and sew. While she was doing that my father was a ferryman and the boat that I have use to belong to him. He was always working and when he was not he would try to spend some time with us. As I got older he taught me how to work on the boat so one day I could take over. Everything was good until my mother got really sick and sadly passed. My father didn’t take it so well. He stopped working, became a drunk and would always blame me for every bad thing that ever happened. I had to take over as the new ferryman since my father didn’t want to work anymore and someone needed to be making money. He would also occasionally beat me too. I still have some of the scars he gave me. Once I had enough money, I left my home town and moved here so I could finally get away from it all. Ever since then I’ve been alone. Don’t know if the bastard is still alive or drank himself into a grave.” Mogens wiped his eyes getting a little shaky. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and hugged him tightly. “I didn’t know you went through all that and I’m sorry you did, dear” He hugged back kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you for opening up to me about all this. Just letting you know I love you and will make sure nothing like that will ever happen to you.” He smiled as you ran your hands through his hair. “Well that’s not all. I also had a rough day at work. Had to deal with some unpleasant people as usual but they were more nasty today which also led to me not getting paid as much as I should’ve gotten for taking those bastards to where they were heading.” You clenched your fists in irritation. “How dare they do that to you?! That’s awful!” “People can be like that, darling.” He chuckled looking around until his eye caught a green bag sitting on a chair. “What’s that?” You look over at what he was looking at. “Oh! I forgot I brought something home for you!” You got up walking over to go grab it.

Mogens sat up looking at you as you came back with it giving it to him. “It’s a present for you since we’ve been together for a little while now I wanted to give you something to show how much you mean to me.” He looks at the bag hesitantly opening it to find a new grey sweater, a pair of black gloves and a scarf to match the gloves. “Wow….It’s been a while since anyone has given me a gift.” Mogens looks at you smiling. “Thank you, (y/n) my love.” You smile back at him. “You’re welcome, my dear Mogens.” He put the gifts down on the table before pulling you into an embrace and leaning back so you were more on top of him. You cuddled him nuzzling into his neck. He smiled holding you tight. You both stayed like that for a while until you both decided to go upstairs for bed.

Ahhhhhh I hope you like it! Sorry it took me a while! Thank you for the request and being patient with me! ☺️🫂

#mogens klaus #klaus headcanons #klaus 2019 #mogens

[ohmdrglsblog]

Aengels are weapons, part 1.

Sike! I guess I actually will post my Eldarya fanfictions or whatever.

-  Huang Hua! We can’t find them anywhere; I sent all my guardians and they’re not at the HQ, not even nearby!

- Keep looking for them, Chrome! We won’t rest until we find them.

- Huang Hua there 's no time! If we don’t take action we’re going to be attacked first.

It’s been 3 days since the entire HQ is looking for Erika, Leiftan and Lance after the members of The Light Guard were taken as prisoners and Huang Hua decided to monopolize and start a monarchy here, with her being the Supreme Leader. Maybe that’s why we’re being attacked, probably we had a mole amongst us and they noticed her evil plan before ourselves did. Chrome said that Huang Hua had been planning something big a while ago, but that he never expected this situation. Guess who’s by her side? It’s not even her lover but that freaking traitor Mathieu.

We’re in a risky situation; Chrome and I helped Erika and the other two hide after what she told us before running away. A week ago she came to our room in the middle of the night, all shaky, full of cold sweat and with panic in her eyes. She said she overheard Huang Hua talking to Mathieu in the most arrogant way and heard their whole plan. The whole story she told us was so made up that it was impossible not to believe her; she couldn’t have thought of that the very next day she told us she was excited because Huang Hua mentioned to her she was going to be vital for her next great plan. 

-She lied to me. She said her greatest plan would involve a happy HQ no one had ever seen, not even in dreams. She said pain would completely go away and we would only see light, but all I heard today in her words was misery and sorrow. There will be an extermination, she plans on getting rid of everyone, in her words: unuseful, weak or too young. That’s the way she thinks we’ll be living in the best era Eldarya has ever known. It seems Mathieu found a strange way of controlling Leiftan and I, I'm not sure what he meant; and after winning Lance’s trust, they both think they’ll be able to manipulate the three of us into their malevolent plan.

I think Erika truly wished for all this to be a nightmare, I saw her pinching her own hand several times, even leaving marks of how strongly she was pinching herself. And I can totally empathize with her, she went through a war she never expected nor wanted, she saw several loved ones passing away in completely cruel ways and even lost one of her best friends right in front of her. Not to mention her life itself, if we could say so. I see where her fear comes from.

You can see why we had troubles in knowing what to do? Dealing with Erika’s traumas wasn’t easy and it actually took her some time to process and heal after she woke up from the Crystal; but she can’t deal with a war, neither do we. And having Huang Hua as the main enemy was one of the worst things that could happen, everything we could say or even think that was a lie would be noticed by Huang Hua easily, after all she can read our auras.

Sooooo... hello :D do I still have at least one follower? Anyways, I'll have to think I have 0 audience or else I'll get shy and nervous of your opinions. If you follow me and you are thinking: "Why?" That's an easy answer! A while ago I posted a One Shot? Tbh I do not remember which one of all my unseen unrevealed stories it was, but it also involved a Eldarya situation that I like to think it's better than the actual one (that is not bad but could've been handled in a MUCH better way, such a disaster of history and horrendous timings, but BEEMOV <3).

However, last time I said I was going to keep posting my stories... HA! I felt cringe about my own story :( and you can even read in my very last post before this that the pain was real, because I even erased the post. BUT, I'll make a promise here and right now: " I Madrigal, citizen of the Planet Earth promise to keep posting even if I feel like I wrote pure trash after a few months". Let's hope this makes me feel guilty of breaking my own promise to myself so I can keep writing and posting muahahahaaa!

And some quick notes:

I'm sorry if there's a mistake! I'm not an english speaker but I think I have quite a long vocabulary :) *I like to think so*.

The entire story I plan to keep in the white colour (or black idk depending on your tumblr page and colours), but I'd like to make the characters dialogues more noticeable by using colours; so the sudden pops of colour are the things the character said. Not thoughts, not narrative, but SAID.

The orange colour I'll use it for my thoughts, opinions or things I'd like to say. SO, after my longa*s explanation and excuse, my afterwords are coming: I hope you enjoyed this at least a little and I hope you did not think it is boring. Having said that, thanks and see ya.

#eldarya #eldarya new era #fanfic #eldarya erika

[sholiofic]

If there’s room for one last prompt in this heaving pile… Zemo + Walking pnuemonia 🐹

I already had something started that this prompt was perfect for, so ... enjoy. :D

Also on AO3: Fever Fall.

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They were in the middle of a firefight when Zemo just went down.

"Bucky—" Sam yelled over his shoulder.

"Busy!" Bucky yelled back.

Shit. 

It took him a minute or two to work his way to where Zemo was—at least he'd fallen in a relatively sheltered location, behind a big piece of rusted equipment in the warehouse where they had gotten pinned down by HYDRA. The entire time Sam was imagining Zemo bleeding out; there really wasn't much other than a bullet that could have taken him down like that.

When he got there, Zemo was struggling weakly to get up, trying to drag himself up on the rusted metal hulk in front of him, one hand clinging to the metal hulk and the other fisted against his thigh.

"Down," Sam snapped, catching hold of a double handful of his coat. "Lie still. Where'd they get you?"

Zemo drew a shuddering breath and coughed into his fist. "Give me a minute."

"A minute ain't gonna cut it if you're bleeding out. Let me look."

Zemo shook his head and pulled back, sinking down to sit flat on the floor with his back against the rusted metal. His hand opened and something rolled under the machine. Zemo started to move toward it, but Sam got there first. It was an empty syringe.

"What the hell's this?"

Zemo clutched his coat around him with one hand and drew his backup gun, or tried to; his hand was shaking, and it took him a couple of tries. "Go help James." His voice was a raspy thread, his breathing choked, but it seemed to be easing.

"Bucky can take care of himself," Sam said. He hoped that was true; it at least sounded like Bucky was handling himself capably out there. There was nothing worse than being torn between two teammates who both needed him, even if one was a pain-in-the-ass felon who ought to know better and the other was a supersoldier. "What'd you just shoot yourself up with?"

Zemo drew a shaky breath and didn't answer.

"What's wrong with you? And I mean that in both senses of the word."

"I'll be fine in a minute." Zemo gave him a little nod, a jerk of the chin, like this was okay and normal, like he wasn't chalk-pale and shivering. "Go help James. I'll be out in a minute."

Bucky dropped down beside them, coming seemingly out of nowhere. "James doesn't need help," he said, because of course he had ears like a bat. "Just took care of it on my own, no need for backup, nice time for you two to decide to take a break." But his sharp gaze was flicking across Zemo, marking the little tells: the trembling, the pallor.

"You okay?" Sam asked Bucky.

"Fine," Bucky said. "What happened to him?"

"I'm still figuring that out," Sam said.

He reached out a hand in Zemo's direction. Zemo jerked back hard enough that he banged his head into a metal protrusion of the machine. Sam winced sympathetically and paused, but Zemo closed his eyes and went still, a sort of tacit capitulation. Sam felt his pulse (very rapid, not surprising). His skin was hot and sticky.

"You're running a fever," Sam said. "Where'd all this come from?"

"I knew he was too quiet in the car," Bucky said. His eyes were alert, not worried exactly, but intense, like he was cataloguing Zemo's every move. "Shoulda known there was a problem when he wasn't complaining about the weather and us not having his favorite brand of tea waiting for him."

Sam was kicking himself now, because he had noticed that Zemo was pale and quiet back at the Raft drop, but he'd written it off as the inevitable outcome of weeks without sunlight and the general stresses of solitary. Oh hell, why not be completely honest with himself: he'd wanted it to be that, and only that, because they had a tip on a HYDRA outpost in Jersey, Sam had the congressional oversight committee breathing down his neck, and it had taken days of delays to clear everything and get Zemo there. They had places to go and things to do, and Zemo was in the Raft for good reasons, damn it, and they didn't have to get him out for this, so if something was genuinely wrong, it was the very least they could ask of him to be honest about it and say something.

Hell. He knew who he was dealing with. It was Zemo. Of course he wouldn't.

And not just to be a manipulative little shit, Sam thought, looking at him with a fresh perspective. Zemo was pale and sweaty and shaking. He wouldn't be out in the field if he didn't think it was what they wanted. What they expected.

Ross had delivered him this time. They'd picked him up off a Raft helicopter at the drop site on the Atlantic coast, and drove straight to Jersey that day, with Zemo barely out of the wrist-and-ankle restraints that he was wearing when the helo dropped him off. They had a duffel in the car with fresh clothes brought by his butler, which Sam, hewing stubbornly to his own moral code, hadn't looked in. Now he wished he hadn't given Zemo quite so much privacy, that he'd paid more attention to the signs he should have noticed back then.

Zemo had seemed basically okay, though, just his usual, tightly controlled and mildly sardonic self, with an extra air of studied calm that wasn't strange for a guy who had been in solitary for weeks. He had changed in a gas station restroom, and he'd come out a lot more put together and energetic ... in fact—

"You shot yourself up with something in the bathroom," Sam said. Bucky's expression flickered. "What was it?"

There was a pause during which he thought Zemo wasn't going to answer, but then, eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing, he said, "Military-grade stimulant and anti-pyretic."

"It was in the stuff your butler dropped off?" Sam didn't bother expecting an answer; he knew he was right. "You're sick and you shot yourself up with speed. That's great."

"We had a job to do. And we still do." Zemo stifled another cough, his whole body shuddering, and then his eyes snapped open and he caught hold of the machine and pulled himself up in a single swift movement. "Let's go."

He looked steady enough at first glance, but the tells were still there: slight shivering, a little swaying. His hand was steady on the gun at his hip, but the other hand, the one still clutching his coat around him, was visibly trembling.

"You know, I had to power through a bad case of bronchitis in the field one time," Sam said conversationally. "So let me take a guess at what you're dealing with right now. Killer headache that feels like your head's about to split open, right? Can't get a deep breath, and it feels like someone's jabbing you under the ribs with a knife. Nauseated, and either too hot or too cold, but no in between. That sound about right?"

Zemo straightened his back, head tilted a little, and it was kind of alarming to watch the shivering just stop, except for an occasional, involuntary little tremor that rolled through him that he couldn't seem to contain. "I'll be fine for the next couple of hours. I apologize for putting you two in danger. It was an error and—" He visibly stifled a cough, then went on in something like a normal voice. "—a miscalculation that won't happen again. Let's wrap this up, gentlemen."

He was still the appealing color of wallpaper paste. 

"The only place you're going is bed," Sam said. He had to force himself not to grind his teeth, because Zemo shouldn't have gotten that sick in solitary, and Sam was very definitely not thinking about how he might have ended up that way. "Buck, you said you took care of things, right?"

"More or less," Bucky said. He was tense, balanced on the balls of his feet, and Sam was too fucking glad just to have him there, a solid presence who he knew had his back.

"Great. Let's call in SHIELD to clean up and get out of here."

"I'm capable of finishing the mission," Zemo said tightly.

"I don't doubt that you are," Sam said. "What I'd like to avoid is having you mission your way straight into the hospital, because what you've got there is what's commonly known as walking pneumonia, and if you keep pushing yourself, it's going to turn into fun-trip-to-the-ER pneumonia. And so, we're going to let SHIELD deal with the rest of this, while we reserve a hotel room and get you off your feet and hydrated. How's that sound?"

Zemo looked like he wanted to argue, but was unable to muster coherent arguments, especially when Bucky unceremoniously took a fistful of his coat and steered him toward the door. Sam covered their six, weapon out.

"This is undignified," Zemo said.

"More undignified than you working yourself into a faint and pitching over on your face? I gotta say, I wish I hadn't missed that."

"I did not faint."

"He totally fainted," Sam reported.

"I hate you both," Zemo ground out.

But he allowed himself to be manhandled into the car. Bucky mumbled something about making sure they wouldn't be followed and went back into the building.

"You need help?" Sam called after him.

"No! Just don't leave without me!"

"Just for that, I'm totally leaving without you!" Sam yelled at his back. Bucky flipped him off.

While they were waiting for Bucky to do Bucky things, Sam shoved a bottle of water into Zemo's hands, along with a couple of ibuprofen, and rested his hand on the sticky back of Zemo's neck while Zemo worked at the bottle, drinking carefully like his throat hurt. Which, given his symptoms, it probably did.

"This isn't necessary," Zemo said, between careful sips.

"I know it's not," Sam said, and Zemo looked up at him in quickly veiled surprise, like that wasn't what he had expected. "You're right, you would have been fine for the mission, then you'd go down afterwards, god knows how hard. But ..." He hesitated; he wasn't sure how honest he wanted to be, or how much honesty Zemo would accept. He finally decided, why not; Zemo could take a little unwanted honesty as his punishment for being an asshole.

Meanwhile, Zemo evidently had been going on his own little mental journey, as indicated by his next comment. "I've done similar things in EKO Scorpion. I know how much I can take. I would have been all right, Sam."

"I believe you," Sam said. "At least up to a point, because you aren't twenty-five anymore and I know firsthand how much more punishment you can take in your twenties than you can in your forties. But that's not how we do things, all right? That's not how we treat our teammates. Which you are," he went on, feeling Zemo go still under the light grasp Sam still had on the damp nape of his neck. "Yeah, even though you're a total pain in the ass. Even though I'm aware we're not who you would have picked, and you're not what we would have picked; let's just take that as a given, okay? We didn't take you out of the Raft in the expectation you'd be—cannon fodder, or a useful tool, or whatever it is that you think you are. And we have certain expectations for our teammates, one of which is that we don't make you go in the field when you feel like shit. Okay?"

There was no outright response, but Zemo took another sip of water.

Sam looked up nearby hotels on his phone and made a reservation by the time Bucky came back. "So take forever, it's fine, nobody's worried," he said, taking in Bucky's state in a quick glance—Bucky looked satisfied more than distressed, and there was no blood on him, so Sam was going to take it as a given that he hadn't gotten hurt or hurt anyone worse than he was comfortable with. "I got us a suite, because I think we've earned it, and Richie Rich here is gonna pay for it, although he doesn't know it yet."

"It's fine," Zemo said. He had recovered a bit of composure and was sipping his water as if it was top shelf whiskey. He stifled a cough and closed his eyes.

"And we're not going anywhere for at least two days," Sam added. "Anyone got a problem with that?"

No one did.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #helmut zemo #bucky barnes #nebulous zemo parole universe

[sleptwithinthesun]

Would you be up for writing something with the prompt 🥧 for E/ddie? I'm obsessed with your S/tranger Things stuff omg

asdjkl tysm i'm so happy you've enjoyed it all!! ngl i've had a super fuckin busy week so this is gonna be very angsty :/ honestly i'm just ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a day lol.

(fill for 🥧 on the fall snz prompts list... written for e/ddie m/unson. s/teddie, 0.8K words.)

It's at the obligatory We-Survived-Again party, hosted by the Wheelers and disguised from their oblivious parents as a massive D&D session, that Eddie starts to realize that maybe he hasn't come out of everything as unscathed as he thought.

Don't get him wrong, the demobat bites hurt like a motherfucker even a week later and he's sure Ozzy's somewhere laughing at the irony of it all, but it's a bit more than just the physical injuries from Jason and his buddies and the Upside Down. His head is pounding, and his limbs feel oddly shaky. Eddie's not sure if it's nerves, or something else, but he'll deal with it later. They're trying to celebrate, here, and he has no intentions of raining on the whole thing.

Unsurprisingly, the kids are all play-fighting with each other in the middle of the Wheeler's basement while Eleven and Max—Eddie's still not quite sure what the former's deal is, but her buzzcut is badass—encourage them from the sidelines, making sure not to jar the latter's broken arm while the rest of them chat idly. Nancy and Jonathan are talking quietly, while Steve is staring wide-eyed at Argyle while the other teen starts rolling a joint and Robin grins at Steve's side. Eddie probably should join a conversation, it's not like he even knows half of these people, but he's feeling run-down and this probably isn't going to end for another hour and he's pretty much obligated to be there. He's part of this now, so it would be rude to—

"Eddie, right?"

He looks up to see Jonathan making hesitant eye contact, looking just as exhausted as Eddie feels. "Jonathan Byers. I'm Will's older brother; he's the kid with the bowl cut currently fighting with Mike."

Eddie glances over to see that Mike is, indeed, wrestling with who he assumes is Will, then back to Jonathan. Nancy's joined Steve and Robin, so at least she's not alone, but Eddie's even less familiar with Jonathan than almost anyone else here. "Yeah, I'm Eddie."

Jonathan gives him a tired smile. "Welcome to the club."

That startles a laugh out of him, and Eddie shakes his head, still in disbelief over the fact that they actually managed to survive this entire ordeal. "Thanks, man. How long have you... you know."

"Since the very beginning," Jonathan says quietly, looking over to Will. "It started with the kids, and then Nancy, and I. Steve found out, and then Robin, and now, you."

"Jesus," Eddie murmurs, then turns away to sneeze into his elbow. "hg'SHT! ih'shXt! h'SHtt! Oh, fuck, sorry."

"Bless you," he says. "You alright?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. Must be the dust, or something." Eddie waves his concern off, ignoring the way the itch is still blooming in his sinuses. "Anything I need to know? I haven't really had time to, you know, adjust, considering I was actively being hunted down by a bunch of jocks, but hey. It is what it is," he says, shrugging, and to his credit, Jonathan doesn't even do a double take.

Instead, he nods sagely, as if that's a normal experience (and Eddie really, really hopes it's not), and says, "The nightmares go away, eventually. It takes a little while, and they're fucking terrifying when they first start, but they go away."

"Have yours?"

Jonathan gives a wan smile. "Not yet."

Before Eddie can ask another question—maybe about how Jonathan got involved in the first place—Steve wanders over, says, "Hey, Byers," in this weird tone, and Eddie glances between the two of them for a moment.

"Hey, Harrington," Jonathan says, and his shoulders slump even further, his posture sags, and he just looks so, so exhausted, more than enough to rival the way Eddie feels right now. "I'm sorry we weren't here."

"Are you actually going to apologize for that?" Steve asks, eyes going wide. "Dude, you had no control over that. Plus, Mike's told me a bit of what happened on your end and Jesus Christ, man."

Eddie walks away, leaving them to the rest of their conversation, and settles into the corner to watch the rest of it unfold. Everyone else knows what's happening, has been a part of this for longer than he has, is catching up with each other and exchanging stories, and Eddie doesn't quite know where he fits into it all.

He just wants to go home and collapse into his bed.

But Eddie stands there, silent and more than slightly miserable, for another hour before leaving unannounced. No one seems to notice his departure, and honestly, it's a relief as he unlocks the trailer and crawls underneath his blankets.

The world can wait. He needs a minute. A week. A year.

(Jonathan had better be right about the nightmares.)

#askbox #promptfic #s/tranger t/hings snzfic #snzfic #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #s/teddie #swts fic

[obsidiancreates]

Wait oh my god-

I think I just thought of a really good scenario of how Space and Dark can work out their feelings in their own awkward way.

Cause knowing them, someone has to be d y I n g to trigger the conversation.

What if Space was having a really bad multiverse attack, like- he didn’t know if he was coming back, like that Murdock one?

So he wants to admit that he always wanted Dark as his dad, but then gets really embarrassed when it turns out he survived.

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

"No no, don't worry, you'll be okay-"

It's been hours since Space was himself, having been stuck in some kind of Doom Guy-like universe most of the day with frequent Tearing, and even now he's still in the middle of the attack.

"What if I'm not?" Space's voice is strained and weak and frantic as other universes tear and rip through him without mercy. "D-ad-"

"You'll be okay, it'll pass-" Dark is near tears as he tries to dabs Space's forehead with a cloth, his fever is boiling him alive-

"I love you," Space gasps out, tears in his eyes. "I'm really glad we met, I-I'm really glad you're my dad. I wouldn't trade that for anything."

Dark's tears flow freely now. "I love you too. I'm so proud of you, and so glad I've gotten to know you as my son."

Space lurches up and clings to Dark in a shaky hug, and Dark hugs back tightly despite the strange buzzing sensation it creates, the feeling of being so close to a multiversal tear but unable to be fully caught in it, of other universes pressed against him but kept from actually being in his world by some invisible and unknowable barrier.

The attack lasts a full two days, most of it with Space stuck as Doom or Noir, and for the next week after Space is too worn out and busy recovering to even remember his confession.

And then Dark tells him again how proud of him he is as Space is working on walking again (his balance is terribly thrown off and there's lingering hallucinations of other universes and their terrain), and Space remembers.

"Shit, I-I'm sorry, Dark that must've been so weird for you-"

"I meant what I said. I'm proud of you, and glad you're my son."

"... But... but the pressure of the situation, you don't need to lie just to make me-"

"I'm not lying." Dark pats his arm as he helps stabilize him. "You're my son, and I'm happy about that. Not just happy to have a son, but happy to have you as my son."

"... O-oh. ... I'm happy to have you as my dad."

Dark smiles softly. "I'm glad."

#descendants of the trio au #markiplier #markiplier egos #engineer mark #darkiplier #if anyone reblogs this with the slightest hint of shipping i'll bite you they're literally father and son in this au #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[vodka-redbull-daily]

October 21st, 2023

*Graphic Sexual Content*

I took a little bit of a nap before getting up again at midnight.  I had told D-- that I was going into work today and originally that had been my plan. Back when we had made this plan like a week ago. D-- was very clearly a fake name or nickname but I don’t really care. It’s not like I’m actually looking to get to know him on that kind of level. If he wants to use a fake name, it’s whatever. Honestly, I should probably also do that. All the way back when I used to try and sell feet pics, I went by Erin Red. Maybe I should pick up that alias again. he seems pretty okay with me only being able to come see him after I get off work which is way too fucking early in the morning. he lives all the way out and Elgin too. That was a full hour drive from where I am.  but he wants to pay me 400.  might as well go.

We've been sexting throughout the week. I guess that's what it is. I keep saying messaging, texting, talking to, but I guess when you get down to it it is sexting. role-playing out sexual encounters through the phone, him constantly sending me dick pics, talking about what he was going to do to me when he finally got a hold of me. I've been talking this way with B--, S--,  and probably pretty much most of them if I think about it. and for some reason it didn't hit me until just now that I was sexing them. and that I probably should be charging for it. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I am too much of a slut for my own good. I was honestly just enjoying myself and didn't even think about charging for it.

I got dressed and texted him that I was leaving. I was out the door by 1:00.  I stopped at the gas station  on the way there to fill up since we would be such a long drive and also got some red bull. i need that caffeine to keep me awake and Spunky since I had already had so much sex today  and was honestly caught off guard by how good it was with B------.  I was kind of hoping it would be mostly a let down like it was with everybody else. I'm all for sleeping with three different people in one day, but I was still a little bit sore from B------. don't get me wrong, I liked it. feeling sore between my thighs actually continuously turned around throughout the day  and that little bit of blood in my underwear got me all hot.

One of the good things about  it being so early in the morning, or late at night however you want to read it, was that there were almost no other cars on the road. I really don't think I would have gone if I had had to go during the day and fight traffic as well as Drive the entire hour. instead, I mostly just Cruised along the hallway there.  Since it's out in the middle of nowhere, the stars look really nice.

When I got there, I really thought he had either gone to sleep or he had sent me to the wrong address. The entire house was completely dark and the driveway was encircled with trees. I sent him a text and he confirmed that he was in fact there and was actually sitting on the porch. it was just so dark I couldn't see shit. so, I walked up to go say hi to him. For some reason, he just grabbed me and hugged me immediately. I don't know why that was. Maybe I felt less awkward for him but it felt way more Awkward for me. We sat on the porch for a little bit while he had a cigarette and it was really cold since I was wearing shorts and a crop top. He was very old. I mean I should have guessed that since his profile said he was 55 and his pictures showed an older man. but I guess I just forgot that he was actually that old.

so frail, voice doing that weird shaky thing that old people do. and the hug, I could even feel how loose his skin was on his bones. the lack of muscle mass. the beer belly poking out despite there being pretty much no other meat anywhere else on his bones. We sat outside and talked for a little bit about engineering stuff. He was talking about something about how his father had owned a factory that made pizza trays. I didn't really care that much to be honest. Soon enough, we ended up going back to his bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, he wanted to make out for a little bit. We did that as he slowly started to remove my clothes with his shaky ass hands. He made a comment about me being quieter in person that I was over text. I don't think guys understand the difference between having a conversation like that over text versus doing it in real life. I don't have time to think about the response, have time to type it out, see that it looks weird, and redo it. whatever. It wasn't very long before he took off his pants and had me suck his dick.

He had me suck his dick for so long. for such a long time I was just bobbing up and down on his dick as we would get hard and then go soft again.  He really was against me using my hands, apparently really excited by the fact that I had to chase his dick around with my mouth. It was so incredibly boring for me. We went on this for like 20 or 30 minutes. just me sucking his dick while nothing else was happening. He would make all these horrible old man noises. Finally, he had me bend over with my ass in the air and put on a condom. He made some joke about not wanting any more kids. He had barely got to dick inside me when it went soft again.

so, we went back to just sucking. so much to sucking trying to get it hard again. this time, it was just a limp noodle for quite some time. I don't know why I was fighting so hard to get the hard  again. probably because I was horny as fuck at that point and wanted to actually get dicked.  I don't know what's wrong with me, but I could honestly have sex all day long. I'm probably not tired of it. Maybe I should see a doctor about it.

It took another 20 to 30 minutes, but eventually he was up and at ‘em again.  I guess he realized that he shouldn't waste this opportunity since it might not  ever happen again. He put on a new condom, again had my ass up in the air and this time successfully put his dick inside me. He pumped in and out about four times before he came. It was a mixed bag of emotions about it being so short. On the one hand, I obviously didn't cum from that.  on the other, I kind of didn't want to be fucking this old man for hours and preferred it to be shorter rather than longer. Also, he was leaning very heavily on my shoulder, almost as if all of his weight was being pressed down on that hand and it was kind of hurting. 

He apologized for it being so short, but in the same breath was complimenting himself about how good his dick was. He also said that he thought that he was so big that he was hurting me. I know I make a lot of noise in bed and most of the time it's not even for show. I just make noise. but for some reason he confused my usual moans and whippers  for cries of pain, I guess.  We laid there for a little bit more,  made out for a little bit, then we got dressed again. I think I'm starting to realize that going more than one round per person is not very common. I guess I'm just spoiled. with Him,  we used to go over and over again. for hours at a time. we would soak through all the sheets, he would use two or three condoms.  I guess that's what I'm looking for and I'm not going to be able to find it here. 

I got my money off the counter. Four crisp $100 bills.  actually, it was more like two brand new crisp $100 bills on two very old, very wrinkled $100 bills. I made a joke to D----- that they matched him. She was disgusted, but also found it funny. On the drive home, I saw a little bit of a  high speed chase, I guess.  it was literally the middle of nowhere and a cop was following pretty close behind me. I was a little bit worried since my registration has been out for months now and I don't have insurance. He was so far behind me and he had his lights on already that I really didn't know what to do.  Then, I noticed that he was actually following this big van. like one of those kidnapper type bands. The van didn't have his lights on so that's why I hadn't seen it at first, but they were pretty quickly catching up to me and I was speeding a little bit.

(I always speed a little bit. sue me)

 The van and the cops weren't going incredibly fast, but they were definitely going faster than me. He came all the way from miles and miles behind me before they both finally passed me. I kind of pulled a little over to the side  because I wasn't really sure what was going on. I just wanted to get out of their way.  if the van was helping the cops, then it wouldn't want to be on their way in case the cops got pissed off at me for being too slow. and if the van wasn't helping the cops, then I didn't really want to help out the cops because fuck that shit. on the other hand, depending on what the van was in trouble for, maybe I should have helped? who cares. again, they weren't actually driving that fast so I don't know if it was really a chase. It was just weird. They drove past me, again not zooming past me, just driving, and ended up getting so far ahead of me that it wasn't really my problem anymore. 

Total Earned: $1,400

Body Count: 7

Dick Pics: 6

Sex Ranking:

B------

Him

T-----

R--

T-----

D--

M---

#blog #daily blog #suagr baby #suagr dating #vodka redbull #my writing #spilled thoughts

[echantedtoon]

Alastor x Crymini

Rain and thunder poured from the sky as she stepped along. Her fur was soaked down to the skin, but she didn't care. How dare they make fun of her! How dare they call her those names! Evil eyed. D-mmed Mutt. One day they would all pay! She would make sure of that. But for now.... She just wanted to be alone and think things over. And she knew just the place. A small cave in the woods near her home. It's silence always brought her peace of mind. She was nearing it now. She just pushed back plants and brush until she finally reached it. It's opening like a gaping mouth surrounded by endless forest. She trudged right in without a second thought. Lightning lit up the interior, but other than that it was total darkness. She walked in further before collapsing completely onto the cold rock floor. She released a shaky breath from being so cold. ".....You're late," a voice sounded out. She inwardly groaned and didn't turn around. "Have you come to try and court me again?" A ball of fire materialized out of no where and a hulking figure appeared along with it. "You confuse me." "How so?," She asked not looking up. The figure leaned down and was close enough where she could feel his breath. "You refuse my offer over and over where many would've accepted immediately. I know you have some feeling towards me." "Even if I do, I have no interest in riches or immortality. They wouldn't change how I'm treated." There was a silence and she felt the figure gently rake a hand from the top of her head to the middle of her back. Her fur dried almost instantly and she regained warmth. She released a sigh at the new found feeling. "Then come with me. No one shall treat you how those mortals do. You wouldn't have to live with the constant nagging. And you wouldn't feel less beautiful." She still stayed still. "You are beautiful." She still said nothing. He sighed. ".....Then I shall leave you alone until next time." "......What would you get?" "Pardon?" "What do you get from trying to court me?" She finally lifted her head up to face him. "I don't really have anything you could want." He reached over to gently cup her face. "Your love is all I could ever want." "......." She gently pulled away. "Tomorrow." "Pardon?" "Give me just tomorrow to say good bye to my family. After that.....I'll accept your offer." "You mean that?" "Yes." He grinned. "Then I shall come for you tomorrow night. You have until then to get everything sorted out. Do you understand?" "I do." "Then I bid you farewell until tomorrow night, Narissa." With a snap of his fingers, the ball of fire disappeared and the darkness enveloped him. She stared at the spot where he vanished. Reaching out a limb to feel that no one was there. She was fully left alone. At least until tomorrow night. She laid back down and listened to the storm outside.

#hazbin hotel

[floweringpopcat]

nobody told be that SSRIs could make me hypoglycemic

#i am shaking so much right now #gonna eat some peanut butter and maybe a small handful of skittles #one of the pros of my mom being diabetic is that i can check my blood sugar whenever i want #<- which my doctor told me to do since the fluoxetine had me waking up shaky #now i'm shaky in the middle of the day :D #on sertraline #fun #my blood sugar is currently at 63 and while that isn't /that/ low it is considered low and my body knows ot lmao #anyways i'mma go eat sugary things now to bring the number back up #drugs cw #antidepressants #ssri #bry talks