#ok i am so tired and my only motivation to sleep instead of stare at my phone is to have enough energy to continue the next chapter of

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂'𝑠 '𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢' 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was busy scribbling away on his notebook that he didn't even notice that you had set up a camera to face him in the studio. Giving a thumbs up to the screen, you tiptoed over to where he sat. Crouching down, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. He didn't really react so you leaned in and kissed his nose, this time a small smile formed on his lips.

"Ok. Ok. Come here." He pushed his chair backwards and placed you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He thought you just wanted to sit on his lap while he worked, but instead he got you placing kisses all over his face, which made it impossible for him to concentrate, especially when your lips were so soft and warm.

"Baby." He whined as you smushed your lips onto his.

"Hmmm?" You hummed as you continued to kiss him.

"I'm trying to finish.." He told you but still made no effort to move you, instead he just lazily kissed you back.

You chuckled against his lips.

"Ok then..." You pulled back slowly and stood up to get off him.

"Wait! No! Come back!"

In an instant, Hongjoong made you straddle his lap again, his hands cupping the sides of your face as he began kissing you again. He just couldn't stop after you made him crave some smooches.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

All throughout the day, you had been pecking Seonghwa's lips whenever you got the chance. He didn't notice anything off about it, you were always affectionate with each other and he himself tended to be kissing you randomly.

He started to suspect something was up though when you were helping him with his sit ups. Every time he came up, you purposefully kissed him, making him lose count or get distracted. He just giggled though and thought you were being playful or to motivate him in his workouts.

So when you two were cuddling, he started to do the same to you: he began randomly kissing you, making you a blushing mess.

"Seonghwa!" You squeaked when he began kissing down your neck.

"What? You've been like this all day, but when I do it, you get shy?" He shook his head.

That's when you bursted out laughing and began explaining to him what was going on. He became embarrassed and began laughing.

"Here I thought I made you fall in love with me more and that's why you were so lovey dovey." He confessed awkwardly.

You smile and leaned in to kiss him again.

"There's no way I could possibly fall more in love with you than what I already am."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho was already excited at the thought of getting to spend time with you after endless promotions. He had missed you so much and craved your affection that he obviously didn't find it weird that you were peppering him with kisses when you met up.

"Oh my god. Baby did you miss me that much?" He teased you even though he had missed you a lot as well.

You two went out and did all sorts of things: go to an arcade, take a walk in the park, got lunch somewhere and eventually went back to your place to watch some movies. All throughout this, Yunho had not really noticed that you were kissing him more than usual.

Sensing that he wasn't really reacting, you decided to try something. Throughout the entire movie, you began kissing different parts of his face almost every 15 seconds. At first Yunho just smiled and would mutter something about you being cute.

Then suddenly, after you kissed his neck for 4 times in a row, he stopped and looked at you with a serious look.

"I hope you're willing to take responsibility for your actions."

He shocked you when he tackled you onto the couch, trapping you in his arms as he aggressively kissed your cheeks and neck. You writhed your body as you tried to get out, but Yunho wasn't having it.

"You can't just keep kissing me and showering me with affection and not expect me to retaliate Y/N! This is war!" He chuckled as he kept attacking you with kisses.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You truly weren't sure how to go about this. Yeosang wasn't particularly fond of PDA and wouldn't often initiate affection. Still, you wanted to see how he would react....if he even reacted at all.

You started off by linking hands with him as you walked by the streets, he didn't seem to mind, even putting your hands inside his coat pocket to keep them warm. Going in for the kill, you pecked his cheek. He stopped in his tracks for a split second but then continued on as if nothing happened, only noticeable difference was the blush on his cheeks and ears. You tried doing that several more times and succeeded in 4 of them, but the rest Yeosang ended up avoiding.

You honestly felt disappointed. Sure Yeosang was shy, but you never thought he'd reject your affection so coldly. So you decided to give up and just sat there quietly next to him on the bed as he read one of his many novels, his hand squeezing yours every now and then. Feeling a little brave and wanting to try it one last time, you leaned in and placed 3 kisses to his temple. Yeosang paused before closing his book. After he set it down, he turned to look at you, sighing as he stared deep in your eyes. You were about to apologize but then he surprised you by pulling you into a soft and romantic kiss.

He only pulled back to whisper against your lips:

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back." before proceeding to kiss you again.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You already pictured how the challenge might end up, you knew your boyfriend so well. As expected, every time you placed a kiss on any part of his face, he'd return the favor. And the more kisses you were giving him, the more he clung onto you.

Soon, it was he who was placing more and more kisses on you that you almost forgot you were supposed to be the one doing the kissing.

"Seriously baby? What has gotten into you?" San asked you rather amused when you crawled into his lap and intensified the amount of kisses you were giving him.

"Don't." Kiss. "Know." Kiss. "Want." Kiss. "Kissies." You responded with kisses in between your words.

San chuckled at how cute you were.

"Well....seems to me like someone is being needy."

He flipped your positions so he was now hovering above you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Do you want some help?"

Attaching his lips to your neck, San began nibbling on all your sensitive spots, making you get flustered as you tried to push him off.

"San! Wait! It was only a challenge!" You exclaimed, letting out a tiny moan when he bit down on a particular spot.

"You think that's gonna stop me?" He smirked at you.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Baby? What do you think of this one?"

Mingi only got a kiss in response to his question. He blushed slightly and put the red sweater back.

"That's the 4th time you've done that." He pointed out.

"Done what?" You feigned ignorance.

"Kissed me out of nowhere." He explained.

You merely mumbled something and went back to looking through the clothes on the rack. Mingi was confused though, not knowing what was going on. Were you trying to tell him something? Were you mad at him? Did he do something wrong? Was this payback? He was so lost.

He just decided to see what else you'd do and indeed, you kept pecking his lips at random times that left him baffled and somehow wanting more. Now whenever you started leaning in, he'd cup your chin and kiss you back. He began thinking that maybe he'd been neglecting you and you wanted extra love. So when you guys got back home, the first thing he did was pick you up and carry you to the bedroom as he kissed you all over your face.

"Ok we're home now. So let me love you and adore you like the little baby you are." He cooed at you as he tangled his legs and arms all around your body.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

You were frustrated. At first, everything was going fine. Wooyoung became shook every time you planted a kiss on his lips at random times, sometimes blushing. But now? He was evading your kisses.

"Oh look! Mail's here!" He exclaimed as he walked away from you before you could even lean into his face.

It seemed like he was doing it on purpose. So you tried something.

"Woo? Can you get this thing down for me?" You pointed to one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

Sighing, Wooyoung abandoned his task of washing fruits to go help you out.

"Shorty." He snorted as he got down the box of pretzels for you.

You grinned at him. "Thank you my handsome and tall boy-"

You were cut off because he placed the box in front of your face when you tried to yet again kiss him. He began laughing at your frowning face.

"You're so mean! All I want is to kiss you!" You huffed.

"Oh really? You sure it's not for your vlog?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

You widened your eyes at him, wondering how he knew when he continued.

"You're not very discreet baby. And besides, I'm always the one initiating kisses. That was the first clue something was up."

You had to give it to him: he is smarter than what you gave him credit for.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You decided to start early, knowing it'd be a lot cuter to catch his reaction if he was still half asleep. You cuddled up next to his sleeping body, sifts snores coming out of his nose. You brushed your nose against his cheek before pressing a soft kiss on his skin. He didn't move.

Pouting, you moved him slightly, making him groan softly. Hovering on top of him, you began pecking his lips repeatedly. At first, Jongho only twitched the corners of his lips and then he started giggling softly.

"5 more minutes baby cakes. And then I'll play with you." He whined softly.

You started humming, making it seem like you'd let him have his 5 minutes, but one minute passed and you began kissing his lips again. Jongho groaned, repeating that he was tired. You began to kiss his shoulders and when he shuffled his body, you ended up kissing his neck, more specifically, right on his mole, where he was particularly sensitive in.

Jongho's eyes shut wide open, startling you and further scaring you when he flipped you in the blink of an eye and pinned you down on the bed.

"Ok. My turn."

He was definitely awake now.

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#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

[stinkywinke]

Twelve Minutes

I am obsessed with twelve minutes sooo, why not make an imagine about it 🧍‍♀️

Also this is the first time I have ever used tumblr, and my grammar is very poor. I will try and get used to the way tumblr works and hopefully if I have any motivation I will start writing more :) My writing skills are bad so this is going to be choppy

Another note : The roles are reversed, so instead of the reader being the husband, its going the be the wife figuring everything.

clench ya butt cheeks

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

Readers POV:

No..no, no, no, this can’t be it

As I took a step into my apartment I heard my husband in the bathroom humming a soft tune. 10 minutes. The pills. The cop. The pocket watch.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in”

I looked up to see h/n (Husbands name) walking towards me with a smile and pulling me in to a passionate kiss.

“I made desert, let me know if your in the mood” He stated while making his way on to the couch.

I give a quick nod signaling that I would tell him when I was ready. Quickly glancing around my home I made my way to the sink and filled up a mug of water, the floorboards creaking in a specific spot as I ambled to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet grabbing ahold of the sleeping pills and pouring them into the mug, and going back into the living room to see h/n reading a book.

"I think its a good time for desert” I suggested

“Ok, babe” h/n replied with a sweet smile

He noticed the cup in my hand and turned around to the fridge and got the desert out. I placed the drugged mug by where h/n was sitting and got my own mug instead.

“So how was work?”

“It was alright, met a couple of new people, Its going great” I said as I saw h/n drinking his water

“How about you? How was your day?”

“Same old day I guess it just repeats itself” he said as his eyes started drooping down into a sleepy matter

Tch.. talk about repeating

“Im feeling so tired all of a sudden, Im gonna go lay down”

“Okay baby, goodnight”

As soon as I saw h/n close the bedroom door I scampered to the closet and closed the door behind me aware that the cop will be here in a few minutes

Now we wait…

“Police!, open up I have a warrant”

My breathe hitched as I heard him turn the doorknob and stepped into the house

“Hello?, anyone home?”

“Police” the cop shouted when he opened the door

“Police, I have a warrant”

He made his final call making his way into the bedroom,hearing the light switch turn on a scream came from the man as he layed unconscious on the floor. After hearing nothing but silence I crept out the door into the room, searching for the valuables from the cops uniform

The gun, 2 handcuffs, the knife, and the phone

As I did last time,Rolling him over, gripping both of his wrists and tieing them together, I remembered there was a little box with my mothers name on it.

A/N : I did change the baby clothes to a necklace, kind of like a bday gift

My hand trembled to the gift lying on the table next to the flowers, I held it and stuffed the box into my front pocket. I took my time staring at the man in awe and confusion

He’s already told me why he’s here, he told me he was a good friend of my husband’s father. He’s hiding something.

“Augh- what- you little shit”

The cop was stirring awake from the electrocution but only figuring it all together that he was handcuffed. He glared at my shoes as some kind of threat and saying words, pleading to be let go, I reached into my pocket pulling out the box and showing the man the name on the necklace

“Do you recognise this name?”

“Dahlia? Yeah I knew her so what?”

“Do you know anything about her?”

“Yeah, she was the mother of your husbands sister”

Mother of my husband’s sister? But that was my mothers name

“Just let me go you prick”

“I promise im innocent I dont have anything to do with this”

“Okay maybe if you let me go, I wont kill you” the cop stated in a cold and tone

I took the knife out of my pocket and handed him his things, he asked…

“Im here for a pocket watch very valuable… do you have it?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get it now”

Thoughts were running in my head as I went to go to the bathroom to get the strange watch

Mother of my husbands sister? Dahlia, thats my mothers name… no it can’t be.

I grasped the pocket watch in my hand, watching is slowly turn clock-wise

“Have you found it yet? I dont have all day!”

My hand gave out to him, as he took the pocket watch

“Im gonna need a few minutes with your husband, go sit on the couch, but if you do anything stupid, I’ll kill you..” he demanded

He’s gonna kill him, I know, so lets just let it happen.

BANG!

A bead of sweat drip down my forehead as I smelled the scent of blood coming from the other room

Mothers name of husbands sister, husband said he got a necklace with my mothers name on it, Dahlia. So if dahlia is my mother h/n is my… brother. My own brother is my husband. Fuck no please, I have to get out

Sprinted across the room to the door and made my way out just to end up in the same place as always.

“No.. fuck no no no no- this can’t be happening please”

My husband came out of the bathroom again with a panic and worry on his face and started to bombard me with questions.

“Y/n?”

“Baby are you ok?”

“What happened honey?”

“Whats wrong?”

I’ve had enough

“S-STOP IT, GO AWAY”

“Baby whats wrong” he pleaded with concern

“NO! Please I have to go” I shouted at him as I bolted through the door coming back to the same gentle humming tune coming from the bathroom.

“Hey, I didnt hear you come in”

Again met with the same eyes with my lover ugh- brother, I cant tell him, I cant.

“Hey babe” I said as he kissed me once again,

this is wrong

“I made dessert, let me know if your in the mood”

The same sentence every ten minutes.

Snatching the pocket watch from the ventilation grid, the grunting and groaning leaving my mouth as I tried to get up from the pain in my back,

The watch was broken. Turning the long handle I fixed it back to its place, 2 minutes before 12. I saw the world turn into a dark abyss, the watch turning anti clock- wise, my hand slowly fading into the tiles of the bathroom, my eyes growing heavy and started to close putting me into a deep sleep

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

“Hey there he is… your back”

Huh?

“Look, I know this is a… terrible shock. But we need to be on the same page. Look, I… These feelings for my son… your brother. This isn’t how I wanted to tell you…you deserve… both of you deserve better.”

He said with a long pause

“Yknow the thing I hate the most, worst thing in the world?… Disappointing my lil boy. Well that was the worst thing…. And now a baby… you with your little… love… I guess it was always gonna happen”

He said as he walked around in disbelief and ignorance

“Nothing stays swallowed down forever. So, you gonna make a call”

“If i could go back..” I started

“Well. Things would be different. But you can’t just try again. Thats not how life works! So, you gotta make the choice, and make it now”

…

“Say something”

H/n’s book about zen..

“Fine!, your gonna force it by hand? Fine!”

“Hey “its only by forgetting that.. we ever really drop the thread of time, and approach the experience of living in the present moment””

“Ah, you’ve read that one, eh?”

“I know the idea of forgetting things sounds crazy but, what if… you could?

I can help with that if you want. All you have is the future, you’ll forget everything you went through. All the pain. All the stress. Forgotten forever. But, you need to understand there is no turning back. You can’t undo this… we can still talk about him but you need to choose an answer…”

I stared at the clock as I watch it about to turn twelve

“you don’t have to forget if you don’t want to, The choice is yours”

12:00

DING!

“ you do have a remarkable imagination… The stories you’ve created… but believing them so strongly, so deeply is unhealthy… you have to let him go… you can’t keep obsessing over him… sometimes things are just as what they are…

Its time for you to wake up…

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[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Hi! (>^<)/

I'm curious, what will OT3 Fluffynightkiller/Ccillermare do if one of them gets sick or gets injured? Will they try to take care of their partner, or are there other options?🤔

Have a nice day! (^^)

That's a good one! And hell if I'm gonna miss this opportunity for some fluff....... And so Angst, some sweet angst.

But fluff first.

Also I should probably tag my fellow head cannon makers now that I've thought of it @yuriyuruandyuraart and @kotikaleo

So first Nightmare and Killer.

If Nightmare is sick then he tries to act very grown up about it. He doesn't need anyone's help to take care of him, he's a grown up. He'll text Killer to let him know he's not going into work, saying he's sick.

Killer "awww you want me to come over and put you to bed with a bottle of milk Nighty?"

Nightmare "oh shut it you"

So Nightmare tells Killer he'll be fine by himself and not to worry. That won't stop Killer from texting him every 10 minutes or calling him every hour to check on his boyfriend. Just in case.

Killer on the other hand is stubborn as a mule about being sick. He's abit like Monica from friends in this aspect. He'll come into work with a bitter cold, coughing and sneezing, but will deny being ill in anyway. (no corna in the studio verse thank god)

Que him attempting to act but getting not even 5 minutes into the script before the director tells him to go home. Nightmare trys to convince him resting would be a good idea.

Nightmare "come on now ya idiot.... Let's go you're sick"

Killer "nope! *sneezes* how about you an I go to your dressing room sofa.... And I'll show ya I'm not sick~"

Nightmare "...... No"

Killer "aw.. Don't you want some of this?"

Nightmare "no"

In the end Killer goes home and spends the time sleeping, complaining that he's not sick or texting Nightmare, trying to get him to come over for fun times. You know to prove he's fine. Nightmare has never fallen for killer's subduction methods. At least that's what he says.

Though for the most part Killer and Nightmare take care of themselves when they are ill. They are both Independent people who don't want to attmit to needing help, or attmit to caring enough about the other one to offer help. Yall know 'casual'

This is wear Ccino comes in, he's the opposite to his partners in that aspect.

When one of his boyfriends as ill he'll be over with some warm tea in a flask, some painkillers or cough syrup and some tins of soup. No matter what Nightmare or Killer say, he is stubborn with this.

Nightmare "ccino it's just a cold, I can take care of myself"

Ccino "nope. I made you soup!"

Killer "I'm not sick honey, I can prov-

Ccino - no shush!, drink your tea"

Nightmare and Killer go into a slightly tsundere mode about it. They don't like being cared for by the coffee boy! They aren't blushing! Shush!

As for Ccino being sick? Well.... For that I have two answers.

First one being that If Ccino was unwell, it wouldn't stop him from working. Kind of like Killer, but for him, he's not in denial about being sick, he knows he's sick but he will work anyway. Even if he stays home, he's not in bed. He's up studying or cleaning. Always working.

Luckily after he gains two boyfriends, you can be sure that Nightmare and Killer are gonna pay him back for caring for them by bringing over soup and tea.

However this leads me on to my second answer. This might press into a touchy subjects so be aware of that.

Ccino is basically sick all the time because he makes himself that way. This is where the Angst comes in. Under the cut.

He'll be up at 3 am studying, only to then get up at 6am to feed his cats. Then he'll go to work at a local coffee shop for a few hours, then study for an hour or so, then go to work at the studio. Then he comes home, eats, showers and gets to classes. Then after classes he'll keep studying. And repeat.

After Nightmare and Killer were brought into the picture, Ccino has to squeeze them into his schedule. Now he has to make up the time with Nightmare and Killer by studying or working longer.

Long story short, Ccino never gives himself a break. He just has to much work to do, but he'll never attmit this to anyone.

And it just gets worse. Sometimes Ccino forgets to even take care of his basic needs. His cats and his lovers are more important. Maybe he'll forget to eat every other day, or forget to shower. He's fine though. He's fine.

Imagen one day while working at the studio it all just hits him at once and it drives him to collapsing. "I'm fine... Im fine" he says as his boyfriends question him. He gets to his feet, saying he needs to get back to work.

But maybe then they notice, those dark circles under his eyes.... When did he last sleep? The stains on his clothes, when did he last shower? When was the last time they saw him eat?

Nightmare and Killer start to notice things about their coffee boy. The way his smiles are often forced or very tired. They way that his shoulders are sagged. The way his arms are covered in 'cat scratches'.

Sometimes Ccino just won't show up for work. He'll just lay in bed and stare upwards. His phone will ring and he'll want to answer but.... He just can't. He doesn't have the energy. Nightmare or Killer will come and knock on his door. But he can't get up and answer. He just doesn't have the motivation or energy.

Ccino still has depression. As happy as Nightmare and Killer make him.... It doesn't change that. His depression might be a mildler form. But it's still there.

Then after a few days he'll come into work like nothing happened. Maybe Nightmare and Killer didn't notice this when he first started working there. But after a while they start to notice. All these little things make them worried.

So maybe instead of teasing him, they will just give him more genuine affection. Hugs, kisses, nuzzles.

Maybe they offer to help him to study and help him revise.

Perhaps they bring him food during his shifts, or cook for him or take him out for dinner. So that he eats.

Maybe they start sleeping over at his flat more or inviting him to theres. So they can hold him at night and make him feel confortable. Or they can make sure he sleeps.

In the end perhaps they catch him while 'the cats are scratching his arms' or maybe they happen to be there when he doesn't have any energy. They just want to help him with soft kisses and touches. Lots of words of reassurance. Maybe convince him to finally let down his walls.

"it's ok to tell us if you are hurting, it's ok if you aren't ok, you aren't a burden to us... we love you remember that".

So in the end Ccino is the one who needs to be cared for the most out of the 3 of them. We can only hope that Nightmare and Killer can give him that love.

Heh.... This got abit sad, but if I'm honest, this is my truest, head cannon about the relationship. I'm sorry to get into touchy topics, but it's something I have personal experience with, which makes me want to share it more. I'm not sure how many of you read this part, but thank you for reading.

#I'm sorry for making this sad #But some one had to say it #It's still pretty sweet to though #His partners will just want to confort him #And #Here comes the trigger warnings #Selfharm #Self harm #tw self neglect #self neglect #Depression #tw depression #tw mental health #Mental health #Fluffynight #Nightkiller #Fluffynightkiller #Ccillermare #studio au #studioverse #studio verse #studio versions #studio #actor nightmare #Actor killer #Headcannons #<3 #stay safe my friends

[bitchiha]

Hi~~~ since requests r open can I please get uhhhhhh sum Good shisui fluff?? Ik it’s not helpful but literally . Any kind of happy feelings ok my boy NEEDS HAPPINESS ;-; I LOVE HIM SM BUT THERES ONLY ANGST TTOTT THANK U~~~~ ✨

A/N: yes qween 💫🧚‍♀️ you asked, therefore I will serve and yes I wrote it like an hour after I received the request.. bc this is my first request ever and I was dying w excitement

Even tho I am lowkey very minimally educated in Shisui bc I remember when I was watching the episodes w him I was multitasking in writing an essay for school. It’s okay though, I tried my best

Also I’m too lazy to actually write a full on fluff one shot rn and idk if you wanted a oneshot or hc’s but I’ll do HCs rn and I’ll also make sure to work in a fluff oneshot over the weekend <3 I’ll probably post it sometime next week tho bc my teachers love choking me w assignments!

✎ Fluff headcanons x Shisui

He’s definitely a protective boyfriend, but not in an overbearing way. Like if he thinks a mission you’re going on is dangerous, he will try and talk you out of it. If you refuse to, then he will probably suggest that the two of you do some training before you leave — that way he can at least give you some tips before you go.

Will train with you whenever you both have time — if you’re not an Uchiha or don’t have sharingan — he will teach you how to break out of their genjutsus, period. Even if you’re not a ninja, he will still have you train somewhat. He does this out of fear of the Uchihas and the Leafs tension. He wants to make sure you are gonna be able to protect yourself incase he isn’t there to protect you.

That stuff didn’t sound real fluffy so here is where the fulffy shit starts :

He’s respectful as fuck, like he won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. There’s never any pda aside from the cute shit like hand holding and maybe him having his arm around you when in public. he does love having you beside him tho, so he will attach you to his hip. When you two are alone though he will be way more touchy — with a dash of needy.

Likes forehead kisses — both receiving AND giving them. Honestly just likes kissing in general if I’m being honest here. Cheek kisses, neck kisses, hand kisses, nose kisses. Anywhere that he can, he will kiss.

After long missions all he wants to do is go and see you. He would prefer to sleep yes, but it would be better if he could sleep next to you. So even if he’s tired he will drag himself to your place just for cuddles and kisses. After missions though he especially prefers if you were the one giving him kisses. He will melt.

As for the cuddling, he’s constantly changing in the way that he wants to cuddle. Like after a mission he wants your body literally plastered to his, like full on your almost laying on top of him type beat OR he’s the one laying on top of you. If it’s a lazy day he would want his head on your lap or chest so that you could run your hands through his hair. He can be both the big spoon or the little spoon but expect him to literally engulf your body when he’s the big spoon, just because he wants to feel close to you.

Also he loves being outside together?? Like just going on long walks where he can once again attach you to his hip and you two can just talk. He loves the sound of your voice though, so he’ll most times prefer to listen to you instead of the opposite. 10/10 will stick a flower in your hair. You two could sit down on a blanket and just stare out at the nature and the sky for hours and he would love every second of it.

He would be so good with kids too, like if you have a younger sibling they will adore him and vice versa. When he swings by your place he will definitely give them some sweets or something cool he found on a mission. They’ll probably ask him to play ninja with them and he’ll drag you into it too. They will low key like him more than they like you.

Likes giving you little things, but will overflow with happiness if you ever ge him anything. You bought him a bracelet once from a village you passed through on a mission and he refuses to ever take it off. Literally anything you give him he will keep in his room and cherish. He likes buying you flowers and cute little Knick knacks.

Lives for being alone with you! Like you two are all alone together at your place, the window is open, there is a slight breeze and the sun is shining into your room and he is once again tangling his body with yours and will most likely fall asleep.

Also likes getting praise from you, he will be the most supportive boyfriend ever, but he needs love too. Will go out of his way to watch you doing your hobbies or things you’re proud of. Compliments you a lot as well, they’re sweet comments about how pretty you look or how smart you are, etc. His heart will skip a few beats though if you return that energy with him. Telling him he has soft hair? He didn’t expect himself to literally beam at that. He likes being called smart, strong, brave, etc... Your compliments definitely fuel motivation for him.

Thinks about you all the time on missions. If something exciting happens his first thought is that he can’t wait to tell you about this on your next walk together. Or if he sees flowers he thinks about how nice they’d look in your hair.

Overall: soft, respectful man we must stan

#thanks for the ask! #i am so happy #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #shisui uchiha #shisui x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #anime headcanons #anime

[oldguardiannewtricks]

The Old Guard-Rhyme Time

Chapter 2-A New Immortal

Posting this here as I need to motivate myself to write more of it-if only to call Merrick a cock again.

Our story moves again this time to Afghanistan

Where we meet a marine who’s called Nile Freeman.

A plucky young woman, she seems really neat

As she makes sure that every kid gets a sweet.

She’s soon set a task with both Jay and Dizzy

To go find a man. Where oh where is he?

The three set off, there’s intel to collect

Nile reminds them, of course, of the need for respect.

They enter a courtyard and Nile takes the lead

‘We’re looking for this man’ she begins to plead.

They’ve brought a translator from the market

A woman indicates the man is hiding behind a carpet.

The marines line up but then shots are fired

(Is all of this action making you tired?)

And now I simply have to attest

That the man is swiftly shot in the chest.

And then Nile, and how it hurts to admit it

But our dear Nile has her throat slit.

Dizzy is scared, you can see she looks sick

As she screams and screams for their medic.

Nile is terrified, a single tear is shed

But it’s clear to see the poor girl is dead.

The light now is white and the sun is bright.

We hear a horn and see a train

We’re back with our immortals again.

Andy sits, the tiredness etched on her face

As Nicky slumbers in Joe’s embrace.

It must be said that you will find

They always sleep this way, entwined.

Across from them Book sleeps alone

One arm across his face is thrown.

Andy blinks and it is not so odd

That she follows them to the land of nod.

The peace doesn’t last for the whole team

Immediately begin to dream.

It must be more than they can take

As all of them soon jerk awake.

But they are not the only ones with dreams

For Nile has seen them too it seems.

Yes, I know we thought she was dead

But she’s not. She’s immortal instead.

Andy simply cannot believe her eyes

After 200 years it’s a hell of a surprise.

Booker of course makes his first task

To take a sip from his hip flask.

Nicoló at his mouth is pawing

Whilst Joe gets ready to do some drawing

For not only has he a massive heart

He’s also really good at doing art.

They all discuss in detail what they’ve seen

Andy thinks this girl must be a Marine.

I must divulge she really does seem cross

Nicky says ‘Happens for a reason Boss.’

Joe, who really could not be kinder,

Is the first to say ‘We must find her.’

Booker flat out just does not agree

‘We should stick to the plan and find Copley’.

Emotions are very much in a whirl

But Nicky’s concern is to find the girl.

‘We know this happens to the unprepared

She is all alone and she must be scared.’

‘If we’re dreaming of her, she’s dreaming of us

That’s making her a beacon straight to us.’

Andy is peeved but the girl she must fetch.

As Joe hands over his completed sketch

Andy looks with a frown, worried maybe?

‘Jesus’ she says ‘She is just a baby.’

Back we go again to Afghanistan

To check in once more with our Nile Freeman

Since we last saw her they’ve removed the patch

‘Fuck me’ say her friends ‘not even a scratch.’

‘The doctors tried out a brand new skin graft’

But Jay and Dizzy both think this sounds daft.

Now to London to meet Steven Merrick

Who is, I’m afraid, completely a prick!

Bangs on about the chromosomal clock

Which just makes him sound like an utter cock.

Suddenly we spot Copley in the room

(This was before all events were on Zoom!)

We’re moving again but not very far

Copley and Merrick are now in a car.

‘You’ve seen my research you know they’re real’

(This video footage seems like a huge deal!)

They show the film to Meta Kozak

Not much to say now but she will be back.

Now things are getting really quite fraught

Merrick wants the whole gang to be caught

Copley looks just the teeniest bit glum

‘I think I might be able to get just one.’

‘I said I want them all, that’s what I mean

Now come up with a plan, work with Keane.’

Now you’ve not met Keane and not to slate him

But I guarantee you’re going to hate him.

Now I am aware it’s been a while

So why don’t we go back to visit Nile?

All around her now people just stare

And not because how much they care.

A sergeant tells her orders are through

Informing her of what she need do.

She must pack her bags without delay

For more tests she’ll be on her way.

Before she goes he hands back her tags

Then we see friends have packed her bags.

Feeling bereft and utterly alone

She listens to Frank Ocean on her phone.

But wait, what’s this? I can’t believe my eyes

It’s Andy, hiding, now that’s a surprise.

The army men have come for Nile

But Andy takes them out with guile.

(Oh ok, don’t shout at your bard

Actually she hits them. Really hard!)

Nile grabs a gun and points it at Andy

Who takes it from her like it is candy.

Nile blinks and then asks ‘Just who are you?’

‘Andromache the Scythian- that’s who.’

Then Andy smacks Nile right in the head

‘But you can call me Andy instead.’

#The Old Guard #TOG #the film but in rhyme #and bad rhyme at that #why? I have no idea!

[basically-a-potato1]

Original Fiction Sorta Pt 1

    I don’t have the motivation to get out of bed today. I know I should, and I tell myself this as I stare at my ceiling, but I know it won’t change what I do. So, I turn over and try to go back to sleep. Maybe then I won’t feel guilty for my apathy.    There’s so much I should care enough about to pull myself out of bed, but I don’t. I’m too tired. I’m too stressed. I need to cry or scream or do something to feel anything other than this sullen nothingness, but I don’t. I doubt I have the willpower to force myself.     You need to move. I tell myself again. Get food at least. If you skip meals then people will worry about you. That’s the last thing I need. When you tell people that you’ve been skipping meals, they all react so uncomfortably. I don’t want to make people uncomfortable. I don’t want people to worry about me, because I’ll be ok. I have to be. I always have been ok. It’s almost a part of my job to be ok. Everybody expects the most of me, I can’t make them worry that I’m self-sabotaging, that I won’t succeed, that I’m not the golden child that will prove that they were good parents, good teachers, good friends.     Even this isn’t enough to pull me out of bed, so I try to think of an excuse. Why aren’t you going to dinner? I could say that I’m eating the food in my dorm, but after how I’ve acted recently they might not believe me. And besides, I don’t want to talk to them. The thought of talking to anybody right now makes me feel disgusted.     The phone rings. It’s Mary, one of my friends. “Are you coming to dinner?” She’ll ask. And I’ll have to go, or face the reproving looks, and the lectures, and the worry. So I don’t answer. Maybe they’ll think I’m asleep, that’s what I want to be doing anyway.     Do you want to know how people react when a skinny young girl tells them she’s been skipping meals? Their eyes go wide at first, and it’s like you can see the alarm bells going off in their head. They're worried about you, and any conversation you were having or might have had is abandoned to focus entirely on you. Their voice is soft, but reproving. They seem to think that either scolding or comforting will help, but neither will. They assume the worst, but it’s not that. I know I’m skinny. In fact, I look better with a couple more pounds on my hips. No, it’s not that. I don’t know what it is, really, why I have these nothing days, when I can’t stand the thought of dealing with people, and I barely have the energy to go down the hall to the restroom.     I know what I need to do, but I can’t muster the energy to do it. Take a shower, go for a walk, call a friend, eat some food, any of these things would help. Take me out of the small isolating box that is my dorm room. But I can’t, because I don’t want to. So I lay on my bed and hope that soon my physical tiredness will catch up to how tired I feel in my bones, so I’ll be able to ignore the stress and the guilt and just sleep.     But my head’s going too fast, and I can’t stop thinking about what I should be doing. Eating. Doing the homework assignment that was due this morning. And, if I’m honest with myself, calling the college’s counseling center wouldn’t be a bad idea either. But I know I won’t do these things, so instead, I pull out my laptop and open youtube. If I can’t sleep then I will fill my eyes and ears with nothingness until I can. Eventually, I eat a pack of oreos that I have lying around in my dorm room, but that is the only concession to self care that I make that day, and only because I am too hungry for the sweet nothingness of sleep. Sleep, my one motivating factor.

#original writing #fiction #mentalhealthawareness #get therapy #depression is real

[strvwberryblcnde]

👫 teddy/lana

send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons i have about our muses’ relationship.

ok so. lana has a habit of sharing food as one of her many love languages i think. she jst likes.... giving ppl things even if it means she’ll have less. she’d let a wolf make a meal out of her n eat every last piece if she loved him n she knew he’d feel full. bt of everyone i feel like teddy hs always been the one she does this w most.... like even when they first met in the cafeteria she gave him spoonfuls of her greek yogurt n honey. whenever she’s eating fruit (which is a lot she’s obsessed w strawberries n peaches n grapes n tangerines n oranges) she’ll ALWAYS give him half whether tht’s segmenting up pieces or dividing bites evenly between them n Without Fail it’ll always b half tht she gives him whereas she might give other ppl like.... a bite or a piece or two bt......... it’s rly specific each time tht she gives teddy half. it isn’t even intentional it’s jst like a subconscious thing bt if we were to slide on spectacles n analyse this in an english class fr it’s Meaning then. looks at u then looks away. i think this represents the way tht teddy hs always felt like another half of her. they’re one in the same. in a lot of ways they’re very similar mayb even................ TOO similar n that’s why it’s been sch a fking.... bastard of trying to work things out ever bc they very much hv the same rampant commitment issues n bad timing n fears of never being gd enough. i feel like in the past a guy she ws dating (noncommittally as lana tended to do these things) wld have even noticed this n it would have bugged him a lot just like... how close she was w teddy in general............. n he would’ve one day brought it up in the middle of a fight he’d picked jst cutting away from what they were talking abt to be like. u only ever give me one bite but u would give teddy all of it if he asked u to. tell me i’m wrong. n she’d scoff out a laugh in disbelief looking around like omg...... all this over a fruit...... what are u even sa-- n he’d cut her off n be like. literally tell me i’m wrong lana. n she wouldn’t even b able to after going quiet n rly realising what it was he was actually Saying. he’d storm out. relationship over. icons of always being a little bit in love w each other n not even noticing it until someone else points it out <3

god. sighs dramatically at the idea i jst had. i cn imagine in la verse lana being rly drunk getting bk from a date one time n inevitably it was just some random loser since she’s back to dating Trash in this era bc she just truly cbas trying after her breakup w dom n............. it would be like a parallel to tht one time they’d fallen out over him sleeping w imogen when she ws upset w him bt crawled into his bed drunk at a party just to lie w him for a little while despite everything...... she wld have gone to his instead of hers on some drunken automatic pilot n somehow got into his room n..... she’d clamber in n flop nxt to him n maybe it wld be funny at first if he woke up n was like lana what the fk...... are u doing here.... so disorientated n confused.......... n she’d just be joking initially bt very clearly drunk like making fun of her date talking abt how he kept complimenting his own hair n calling himself a tesla in a sea of prius’ n checking himself out in every window they passed n then the laughter wld slowly trickle off n she’d go kind of quiet fr a moment n maybe teddy wld assume she ws passing out bc she’d drank sm bt after a short silence she’d perk up with a mumble out of nowhere n, barely conscious of what she’s saying, b like “why didn’t u wait for me like u said u would”. n if he was like.............. huh? she’d have her eyes shut n just b murmuring half awake then open them sleepily to look at him n rly quietly be like........ “u promised”. mayb she’d even reach out to gingerly trace his face bt then her wrist wld go slack bc she was rly tired n she’d just wriggle closer n tuck her head to get comfy n be like “warm” then promptly fall asleep. JSGSFKGHFHGKHGSFKH. literally jst jolting him awake w this rarely serious n genuine conversation then passing out. jst the worst fk teddy’s life bet he lay there staring at the ceiling fr so long after tht one <3 lana wouldn’t remember this in the morning either she’d wake up like why am i here........ did we meet up last night............ teddy jst like >_> u crashed here it was nbd.

i picture the first week they moved to LA lana wldn’t have admitted it bt she wld be feeling rly homesick............ radcliffe was very much like the first place she truly felt was her home n she’d miss all of the ppl there n just the general area A Lot............. one night i can see her jst wanting to spend with teddy to have like a sense of familiarity in an unfamiliar city (even if she’s spent a decent amt of time there over the yrs bc of jameson records hving studios etc bt still) n i’m imagining them like. breaking into an indoor swimming complex that her n her friends in high skl used to break into in the summers when they vacationed yrs ago.... maybe lana still has a key cut tht works from a connection she made bk then idk <3 it doesn’t matter <3 n they’d inevitably be drunk n just messing around n splashing each other n doing handstand competitions n all the typical..... fun frivolous childish antics lana n teddy tend to get into whenever they’re around each other.... truly jst transformed into big kids whenever they’re in the other’s company..... inspired a little by this gifset jst in terms of the playing around underwater vibe. anyway. mayb they mostly dry off bt they end up climbing up onto the rooftop after n it’s a baking summer night anyway so it isn’t like they’ll catch a cold being damp bt they share a big fluffy towel n bottle of rum between them huddled overlooking the lights of the city. n maybe somehow it gets onto lana admitting how much she misses home n how it’s kind of weird being here especially bc she’s further from caleb. she’s never been this far from him since he was away in the army n we all kno hw tht turned out. mayb she’d go a bit quiet after saying this bt then i think she’d take his hand w their fingers laced together n she’d rest her head on his shoulder n be like. at least i’ll always have u. it’s like i took a piece of home w me. we’ve always had each other like that. then she’d perk up n lift her head n be like let’s make a deal. i’ll be ur home if u’ll be mine. ok? n make him pinky promise. i dnt think she’d quite consider the sentimentality in tht bt 😔 she nvr rly does she jst says what feels natural without attention paid to the deeper meaning tht motivated it n.... sighs. looks at u then looks away....

this is inspired by tht scene in don’t trust the b in apartment 23 where she’s like “look. that video of me getting rawed by my best friend means the world to me.” KJGFGJKSFHKGHKSFGHKFSHKGSHGK god. inevitably in lana n teddy’s prime when they were literally hooking up 24/7 in earlier college yrs they made.............. a few videos. i mean it’s jst realistic. it’s jst common sense. probably even a feature length film at one point. n i had this idea where bc teddy’s trying to get into acting etc mayb if he gets an agent his agent is like.... do u have any dirt u need to take care of? loose ends to tie up? incriminating files to delete? sex tapes? n if he was like... ya..... mayb his agent wld have asked him to delete them if he still had them on his computer or w.e i mean i kno lana wld n wouldn’t have deleted them she wld have been proud of their work of art...... bt maybe he told lana abt this just laughing abt it n the atmosphere ws lighthearted at first bc she’d find it rly funny too like ommmmggggggg i’m a skeleton in ur closet tht is so fun if u get famous i cld be blasted all over perez hilton that’s kind of sexy..... bt............... mayb she’d as a joke be like. mayb we shld watch it one last time before u delete it. kind of like a funeral service. a goodbye party. sailing out the flaming viking raft n paying our respects u know??? n they were joking bk n forth bt then she’d be like. seriously tho mayb we should? growing more accustomed to the idea actually being a genuine one even tho tht is fking. the WORST idea i have EVER heard in the world like i do NOT know how lana wld think she has the self control to do that bt in her head she’s like. teddy n i are jst best friends now... it’s fine........... we’re open w each other it’s just a bit of fun.......... n then i can imagine if he went along w this it’s like a game of chicken they’re playing w each other where they’re both like fking hell shd we do this.... dnt wna seem like I’M the one tht thinks i can’t handle it........ n it’s some back n forth like nick n jess in new girl where they’re daring each other to have the threeway w the landlord. bt then like not even.... a minute into watching it as they’re both silently holding their breath n crunching popcorn they mde for the occasion (insisting on acting like it ws just a normal movie night) lana wld literally have to be like. slams laptop shut. UMMMM i forgot.... i....... have a very important meeting......... n teddy’s just like. meeting? u don’t have a job... what are u ta-- n she’s like A MEETING A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING...... very blatantly squirming around as she slowly gets up n tries to head fr the door... n teddy’s like.... taking the excuse without much question too like... ya i have to run lines actually i jst remembered gt an audition coming up..... n they’re both like ya haha... maybe some other time.... or maybe just delete it it’s whatever.... anyway we gtg haha... bye.... ttyl...... lana wld literally hv to SPRINT out of there to go home n. deal w how flustered this made her i won’t lie. she bumps into parker n is all flushed in the face n is just like CAN’T TALK BYE n takes off sprinting again like some kind of freak. it’d b a train wreck. i jst think that’d b rly funny tho n dare i say it? it’s canon. 

#lana jameson | teddy lawrence #meme #excvlsior

[dobrikburrito]

Hey can you do a part two for David being a little bitch and not appreciating y/n???

& Anonymous said to dobrikburrito: Please make a part two to that little blurb about David being a bitch

a/n: apparently i don’t know the concept of a blurb and this is so big but i love it. 

I woke up at 6 am to a notification on my phone. For a second my brain had an immediate response of thinking it was a text from David. Oh, it was David, but not a text.

It was a notification for his new vlog.

I sighed, no messages or calls from him throughout the night. I buried my face back in my pillow and returned to sleep.

I woke up near 10 am. No texts or calls. Leaving my phone behind, I went to take a long shower, trying to distract my mind with anything other than him. I treated myself, hydrated my hair, exfoliated my skin, did it all for me. I deserved it.

I did my hair and put on a nice outfit. I wasn’t really going anywhere or had any plans in mind, but you know what they say about feeling the worst: you gotta look your best. It does give you a little motivational upgrade.

Deciding I needed some lattes and sweets, I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. Smoothly lied to myself and forgot my phone. I could use the time away from all my expectations. After getting everything I needed from Starbucks’ drive thru, I made my way back. Curiosity got the best of me and I picked up my phone.

7 texts from David ♥

11 missed calls from David ♥

2 voice mails

My heart skips a beat. Half of me knows this routine is part of his life, it’s part of who he is and I shouldn’t be mad since I knew what I was signing up for. The other half of me also knew after posting a vlog there was a small window before it all started again. I loved him with all my heart, but I needed to let him know this was making me sad. I couldn’t put up with this for much longer.

Then Jason called me. Obviously. I didn’t pick up because I knew David would be listening.

A couple of minutes went by and  Zane facetimed me. I knew David probably asked him to make sure I wasn’t dead or anything.

“Hey baby.” I smiled softly at him once I accepted his call.

“Hey mama,” Zane smiled at me widely. I could see he was at his place, lying on his couch. “How you doing?”

“I’m good, you?” I fixed my hair, trying to seem happier than I was. 

“I’m good too. Are you sure you’re okay?” His tone was very giving on the fact that he was worried.

“I’ll be okay sweetie. Don’t worry about me.” I shrugged, trying hard to smile.

“Since you’re one of the smartest people I know, you probably know why I’m calling you,” Zane was always straightforward with me which was one of the reasons I loved him so much. “Just give him a call, okay? He’s worried sick and sometimes David takes a minute before he realizes he’s screwing up a good thing.”

I chuckled. “Oh, don’t I know it.” I shook my head, looking down. “I’m just taking a moment to think about everything, that’s all.”

“I understand baby. I just love you two too much to see both of you so sad.” Zane was legitimately like a big brother to me.

“Okay, I promise I’ll give him a call.” I smiled at him. “I love you Zane, never forget that.”

“I love you too baby. Call me if you need anything ok? Just say the word and we’ll either gain 5 pounds eating ice cream or get ourselves hella drunk.”

Instead of calling David, I decided to show up at his house. A call would just lead to that anyway. I let myself in, not finding him anywhere in the living room or kitchen, but quickly hearing his voice and Jason’s up in his room.

“I just don’t understand why she would talk to Zane and not me. Not even answer any of my texts or calls.” I could hear David pacing in his room. “Yesterday she wouldn’t even come home with me, acted all weird. I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“David, you know I care for you a lot.” Jason started. “But sometimes you tend to prioritize work and I see (Y/N) standing there for hours unattended. It didn’t happen one or two times and you know it.”

David sighed loudly. “But this is my life, my career.”

“And (Y/N) is your girlfriend.” Jason pointed out with a nod.

David looked at him for a few seconds, knowing he was right. “Do you think she’s gonna break up with me?” A chill of fear ran through his whole body.

“You need to get your shit together David. You need to make room for (Y/N) in your life. Compromise. She does it all the time for you. It needs to go both ways.” Jason reasoned with him and I smiled, reminding myself to give Jason a hug later. “Or you’ll end up losing her.”

David ran his hands through his face. “I can’t… I can’t lose her.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen…” I said, walking in his bedroom and surprising both of them.

“(Y/N)…” David said, his jaw to the floor. He quickly walked towards me and hugged me tight. “I was worried sick something might have happen to you.”

Jason shot me a knowing smile, then got up from David’s bed and walked out of the room.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Jason said. “Also, you’re too good for him.”

David flipped him off behind my back and earned a laugh from Jason. Once he let me go, I closed the door behind us. I still hadn’t said anything else.

“Are you okay?” David asked me, looking all over me for bruises or any good excuse for ghosting him all day.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” I started saying, getting cut from him soon after.

“Then why didn’t you answer any of my texts or calls?” His tone was a little demanding, which triggered me in a bad way.

I sighed and walked into his room, immediately regretting coming back. But I did love him too much to leave him hanging for longer or to not even try to fix it.

“Feels good to wait on someone else, doesn’t it?” I sat down on his bed.

“So, it was payback from yesterday?” He now had a petty tone.

I sighed again. “No, David, it wasn’t payback. I’m not a child. I just took one moment to think about everything and how I felt.”

“You need to think our relationship?” Now he was saying like it was something surreal.

Ugh. “Yes, David. Surprising as it is, I don’t feel so great about it right now.”

That caught him off guard. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“No. I’m trying to work things out.” My voice was soft now, a little tired. “David. I feel like I’m always following you around. I’m always the one who clears the schedule, changes plans, to go wherever you wanna go. I’m always restraining myself because I know you get jealous when I talk to other guys, even if it’s just friendly. But I’m also the one who needs to watch you filming instagram models all the time. I’m your main support and I feel like I’m always waiting for you to realize I’m here.”

David was looking at me throughout all of my confession. After I finished, he sat next to me.

“I didn’t know you felt that way. You could’ve told me.” He said, staring at the floor.

“I did, though!” I closed my eyes for a second, only confirming how he barely listened to me. “I did it yesterday, the day before that. After that party with Charlie. After Kristen’s birthday party. I do it all the time. You just… don’t take it seriously, because you believe that I’ll always be around.”

Every word out of my mouth was a knife to my own heart but I knew he was hurting as well, knowing how messed up things had become. I looked down to hide my own tears.

“I know how important your work is for you. That’s why I try not to complain or demand things from you. But feeling like second option every time hurts.” I whispered it.

“You’re not… second option, (Y/N).” David looked at me, noticing the teary eye. “I love you.”

“I know you do.” I sighed and nodded. “But love has nothing to do with attention. Even right now I feel like such a bitch for asking this from you and honestly it’s such a basic aspect of a relationship.”

He went to take my hand on his, caressing it with one hand and holding it with his other.

“I don’t know what to do to make this better.” David whispered to me. “Tell me what to do.”

“You know, for once, I really wanted you to realize it by yourself without anyone else telling you.” My voice was a little harsh but I was being honest, tears start rolling from my eyes and he looks at me, his expression completely heart broken. “Maybe you need some time to figure that out, David.”

He looked up at me, fear in his eyes. I got up and started walking towards the door, David followed me before I could leave and grabbed my arm, turning me around.

“Please, don’t leave me. Please, please.” Both of his hands were now in my face and his eyes were watering. “I love you, I need you. I can’t do this without you. I’ve been the worst boyfriend to you and you deserve better, I know that. But let me be better, let me make it up to you and I promise you’ll never feel unloved again. I hate myself for doing this in the first place, but please, just… give me another chance. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time and I’m sorry I took you for granted.”

All the right words for the man you loved was making you smile mid tears. I nodded and kissed him a million times. “Please don’t hurt me again.” I said as our foreheads touched. “I’m believing your words and I love you and I really want us to work.”

He gave me one deep kiss. “I love you so much.” He kissed me again. “I’m going to show you that every single day.”

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader- “The Bionic Woman”

The Joker’s son has a new obsession: his father’s much younger girlfriend. What started as an innocent crush is quickly escalating to a full blown fixation, especially since Alexis decided that if he can’t have Y/N, The King of Gotham shouldn’t either.

“Y/N…” Alexis gently taps your shoulder, smiling as soon as you open your eyes, “… breakfast is here.”

Even if you hear the shower and know he’s already up, you still turn towards The Joker’s side of the bed, stretching.

“Mooorning,” the sleepy Y/N hums. “I’ll jump in the shower too and we’ll be downstairs shortly, alright? You can start without us.”

“I’ll wait,” the 20 year old informs, watching his father’s girlfriend pulling down on her cute tank top before getting out of bed. The matching shorts makes her long legs stand out and he just can’t help it:

“Hey, when are you going to take a shower with me?”

The disapproving stare you give while heading into the bathroom makes the young man lift his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry! Sorry, bad joke. Ummm… but should I still hope though?”

You keep walking, uttering the perfect answer for his insistence:

“I wouldn’t bet any money on it!” you scoff and he laughs, the fake grin disappearing as the door is slammed.

“I got shampoo in my eyes,” J growls because Y/N’s words made him aware she’s there also. “What are you betting on?” he keeps on rinsing all the bubbles clouding his vision.

“Nothing really,” you take off your outfit in a hurry and slide the glass panel, sneaking in the shower by the King of Gotham. “Alexis came to say breakfast is here.”

“Oh goody, I’m kind of hungry,” he wickedly smirks when your fingers massage his hair until there is no more shampoo. “Did he run his mouth again?” The Joker asks and your silence is confirming the suspicion. “Are you going to trade me in for the younger model?” he slaps your butt to get a reaction and you snicker, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Naaaah, I like my old one,” the playful answer pleases him.

“Do ya’?” J glares at your boobs and you continue:

“What am I supposed to do with a kid? I need a real man, babe.”

“You sure do,” Y/N is slowly pushed against the back wall of the shower since he wants to add a bit of extra fun to his morning.

“The food will get cold,” you glide your hands down his wet body completely not giving a damn at this point though: feeling his soft skin and toned muscles makes you be up to whatever he desires.

“A quickie doesn’t take that long,” The Joker winks and leans over for a kiss, dodging your puckered lips in the next second. “Awww, not fast enough Pumpkin,” he teases and as revenge you grope him, knowing it will prompt retaliation. “Wanna play that game, hm?” J’s raspy voice gives you goosebumps as he lowers himself on his knees, satisfied when you let out a scream in anticipation. “Good lord, woman; I didn’t even do anything yet,” he gently sinks his teeth in your inner left thigh, purring louder when you squeal.

“I’m not a kid”, Alexis mumbles on the other side of the door because he’s been listening to the conversation going on in the shower. He softly punches the wood frame and Y/N’s increased moaning triggers him to finally exit the master bedroom at the mansion The Joker owns outside Gotham.

At least Alexis realizes he has to be careful after badly messing up three weeks ago: you are on speaking terms again and that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

It was Friday and J had to stay overnight at one of his clubs to wrap up a profitable deal with a new business partner. You were tired and decided to return to the mansion where out of boredom you had a few whiskey shots before going to sleep since there was nobody else around besides security patrolling the perimeter. Let’s just say they are not the most cheerful bunch…

At some point in the night, you sensed movement next to you and cuddled up to the body, assuming it was The Joker.

“I…I think I’m drunk babe,” your slurry speech made you giggle. “Wanna have fun?” and your hand went inside the boxers, immediately taken out by their owner. “That’s mean,” you admonished when you got squeezed in a tight embrace and felt your face kissed all over. “Such a tease,” you yawned and hugged the stubborn boyfriend. “And apparently a gentleman since you don’t want to take advantage of your tipsy girl,” the conclusion made the other party huff.

It was dark in the room and you wished you could have seen J’s face and how worked up he was by the closeness; you could tell anyway.

“Suffer in silence then,” you pouted and snuggled to his chest, definitely not suspicious about the episode because you had alcohol on board.

Next morning was a fiasco.

Something being abruptly swept from your arms made you open your eyes and saw The Joker dragging Alexis from under the purple sheets.

“What are you doing in my bed, hm?!”

J didn’t look happy and Alexis regained his balance, alarmed he got busted and stood there by the nightstand, intensely gazing at the carpet.  

“What’s happening?” you got on your elbow, slightly dizzy from the hangover.

“Yeah, Alexis; what’s happening?” The Joker sneered and those fierce blue eyes made the young man confess:

“I…I was making sure she’s OK after she had a few drinks. I was nearby just in case…” the weird reason was stipulated and you interrupted.

“Babe, you didn’t sleep here?!” Y/N frowned as she asked her boyfriend.

“No, I was at the club all night; just got back!” The Joker informed and you darted out of bed, ignoring the splitting headache.

“How dare you?!” the slap landed on Alexis’s cheek before you finished the question. “I thought you were your father!”

J’s son didn’t argue because he wasn’t given a chance; the detail that stood out in his mind was the fact that his parent didn’t suspect Y/N of anything, not for a moment.

It was a certainty that The Clown Prince of Crime was a jealous individual. Probably an understatement, yet he didn’t hesitate to suspect his own flesh and blood rather than his woman. Which made Alexis nervous he might get in serious trouble.

“Listen here, you asshole!” you shouted. “I won’t tolerate this crap, do you understand?!”

“I swear I only wanted to make sure you don’t need anything after you had a few drinks…”

“And how do you know I had a few drinks?! I thought I was home alone! Unless you creeped around the house watching me and that’s not cool! And why didn’t you say a word once you came in the bedroom?!”

Damn, you caught on to that! He didn’t think you would have since you were inebriated…

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to be disrespectful…”

The Joker was annoyed but your tirade wasn’t over: based on previous behavior and evidence from past actions, it was clear he had a crush on you. So Y/N had to explain the best way she could:

“I love your father! HIM, not YOU! Frankly Alexis, I have a hard time even liking you these days!”

The 20 year old held in his breath, hurt by the bitter news: he kept on hoping you’ll switch your affection and give up on The Joker, yet his dream wasn’t becoming a reality. Not anytime soon. Maybe you required time to see he was a better, safer option?

The King of Gotham pretended not to be affected by your revelation; why would you mention something trivial as love anyway? It wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you only got together to aggravate Harvey Dent: J can’t stand your dad and you get a kick out of creating trouble. Your rebellion against the former politician doesn’t come out of hate; it randomly happens when he tries to be overprotective and you fight back.

A year and a half ago fighting back meant a date with The Joker that turned into a little bit more under the pretext of irritating Two Face. The truth is J looks great for being 47: he seems younger, kind of ageless due to his unconventional appearance after the Ace Chemicals incident; he’s intelligent, has a dope sense of fashion and to quote your own wisdom “the only one in town that can satisfy a woman.”

Yes, the 30 year old Y/N Dent could have chosen another boyfriend, but she actually stopped seeing other guys since she dated J. And for some strange motive, he stopped seeing other girls on the side too, all under the excuse of antagonizing The Coin Flipper (The Joker’s favorite nickname for your dad).

The supposedly pretend relationship progressed towards something else to the point of him going ballistic if anyone indicated anything about the age difference. Your favorite memory is when J lost it while you were at the hideout on Glisson Avenue. Y/N prepared to accompany The Joker for a gathering involving money laundering and got in the car first, when the unthinkable was implied:

“Oh, is your daughter coming also?” Max sarcastically inquired, believing it was hilarious to bring it up. New York’s gang third in rank doubted his stand-up comedy skills as soon as J’s grave voice snapped:

“My what??!!”

Max couldn’t fix the transgression and apologizing would have done nothing, especially since he got a bullet in his thick skull that halted any sounds before they came out.

“Anybody else that shares the same ideas?!” he addressed the crew and Frost replied for all of them:

“No, sir!”

“Get rid of the body!” J barked and got a kiss the second he was next to you in the back of the car.

“You didn’t have to do that; I really don’t care about a complete jerk’s opinion,” you whispered and J grouchily snarled.

“I do! I have a son; never had a daughter and I don’t want rumors about me sleeping around in my youth! Reputation is everything!” the wacky clarification made you smile.

You rested your head on his shoulder, wondering why you both went through so much trouble just to upset Harvey Dent.

*************

20 minutes went by and the couple still didn’t show up for breakfast. Alexis is rushing back upstairs to remind you and The Joker the food arrived; he’s straining to remain calm after you brushed him off again. It’s frustrating that Y/N doesn’t pay attention to his charms and fancies his father instead of the obvious, more convenient solution.

The door to the master bedroom is cracked and Alexis peeks inside: you are trapped under The Joker on your tummy while he keeps nipping and biting his way down your back.

“You know what would make that old gizzard lose his marbles?” he sucks on your soft skin, leaving a lovely hickey on your right hip.

“Please don’t call my dad a gizzard,” Y/N snorts, amused at the moniker nevertheless.

Your boyfriend ignores the complaint and his over the top proposal comes without any warning:

“If we get married, he would have a heart attack and die. That sounds amazing, doesn’t it?”

You roll on your back, not certain if you heard correctly.

“And if we had a baby, we can basically buy his casket. I mean, that would kill him for sure!” the delighted green haired pest rambles on. “Silver coffin goes best with his skin tone, we could preorder tomorrow. ... … … … Why are you so quiet?”

“Are you… are you asking me to marry you?!...”

“Evidently. Of course I have to underline it’s for exasperating that old fart. Nothing else.”

“Of course…” you sniffle and The Joker buries his face in your neck, waiting.

“So… yes?”

He feels a faint movement and sighs:

“Are you crying?”

“N-no…”

“Liar,” he lifts his head up to look at your teary eyes. “You’re reading too much into this; the sole purpose is to annoy Harvey.”

Alexis is listening at the door, his fists so tight the nails are cutting the flesh. The young man’s ears are ringing and he can’t stand watching his father making out with Y/N, definitely about to have sex again.

And that’s when the diabolical intention takes shape in his brain: if he can’t have Y/N, The Joker shouldn’t either.

*************

1 hour later

J is entering the kitchen, aiming for the coffee first. As he pours the hot liquid in a cup, his son nonchalantly interrogates:

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Skipping breakfast; she’s going to visit Dent and give him some important information,” the elusive description infuriates Alexis because his father is not saying anything about proposing to his girlfriend.

“Why do you always have to win?” he resentfully mutters and J suddenly pays attention to his offspring.

“Huh?!”

“Do you think it’s cool parading around with something that should be mine?!” Alexis yells, shaking from the outrage he can’t control. “I won’t let you have her!! You can’t have her!! She’s mine!!”

The Joker slams the cup on the counter, angrily directing his suspicion towards an envious son:

“What the fuck did you do?!”

************

You barely backed out of the parking lot and drove a few feet when your cell phone rings.

“Hi babe,” you slide the screen, steadily driving on the paved alley.

“Get out of the car!!!” The Joker shrieks and you defend the decision you both agreed upon minutes earlier:

“I’ll return shorty, ok? I’ll tell my dad and…”

“Alexis rigged the car! There’s a bomb inside, it’ll explode soon!! GET OUT!!!”

“Oh my God!” you slam the breaks and flee the vehicle in a hurry, panicked.

As The Joker is running out of the mansion followed by a few henchmen, the loud explosion throws Y/N to the ground; debris fly all over the place and a few hit the collapsed body.

The small group reaches you and they are not sure if you’re still alive: there’s a lot of smoke, rubble and ashes around the unconscious woman.

“Hey Y/N, wake up!” J kneels by your head, attempting to wipe the soot on your cheeks.

“Help me with this!” Frost commands the others and the hood is lifted off your feet, everyone present freezing at the bloody mess concealed under the heavy piece of metal: your left leg is severed from below the knee, bone shards sticking out of the punctured skin.

“I need a doctor!” The Joker shouts and Richard is already dialing the number on his phone. “Somebody call Dent!” he orders and cups your face, worried about the serious condition you’re in. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

No answer and no movement.

The crew doesn’t even pay attention to Alexis, too absorbed wrapping Jonny’s jacket around the amputated leg. He silently watches everything, shocked to assess the aftermath of his actions.

“I didn’t mean to do this…” he pulls on his hair, terrified at the frightening view. “I swear I didn’t mean to…”

“GET HIM OUT OF MY SIGHT!” The Joker finally notices the young man’s presence, returning to his task of trying to wake you up.

Two goons drag him away against his will while he keeps bawling and shouting:

“Dad, I didn’t mean to! Please, I didn’t mean to!!! Daaad!!!!”

***************

5 days afterwards

“I’m here to see Y/N,” J straightens his shoulder in front of Harvey.

“I already told you she’s not doing well enough to receive visitors,” Two Face grinds his teeth and the men standing behind are making sure to block the entrance.

The fact is J wasn’t stopped from coming into the property, but he was denied access to see you for the past two days since you were brought to your father’s villa.

“I want to see my girlfriend!” The Joker reiterates and his own team is prepared to intervene if the boss decides to fight his way in.

“You have such a nerve showing up here again!” Dent brings up what’s been eating him inside and lashes out: “Your son crippled my daughter! Or was it you and blamed another in order to cover your tracks?!”

“I had nothing to do with it!” J defends himself and his threatening demeanor alerts Frost his employer is about to snap. “Alexis doesn’t live with me anymore; he’s on the other side of town, constantly under surveillance. Understand?! So get the hell out of my way!”

“Don’t you have any respect for the state she’s in?!” your parent changes tune. ”Y/N needs to rest!”

The Joker exhales and glances at the second floor where he knows your room is, electing to force his luck.

“Fine, I’ll be back tomorrow! Got it?” his finger goes under Harvey’s nose, then turns around and walks away in front of his goons. “Hold my coat,” J takes off the purple garment and shoves it in Frost’s hands, speeding towards the building.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Harvey screams although he guessed The Clown’s intention: J is climbing the decorative ladder full of roses leading to your bedroom’s balcony and in a few moments he’s on the terrace, stumbling on the long curtains as he steps inside.

The room is converted into a medical ward, a bunch of supplies neatly organized on extra shelves needed for your special care. The Joker takes a sit on the side of the bed, watching the pale Y/N peacefully sleeping. The IV dripping pain medication and a mild sedative into your bloodstream makes a faint beeping sound each time 2 milligrams of liquid is released from the intravenous bag.  

The thin blanket you’re covered with reveals your curves, making it obvious more than half of your left leg is gone.

The Joker pecks your forehead, hoping you’ll wake up before your father will barge in and kick him out.

“Sleepy head,” he takes the hand that’s not hooked to IV in his, gently massaging your fingers. “You have a visitor…” he smirks as soon as your eyes are narrowly opened.

“J…?” you try to concentrate, yet it’s almost impossible to verbalize your thoughts. “You … where…” the incoherence halts the sentence. “ Where were…you?”

“I was at the private clinic,” he justifies his absence. “Then Harvey brought you here; the damned Coin Flipper was a total dick and didn’t let me see you.”

“What did you just call me?!” Dent huffs because the compliment received as he opens the door to your room doesn’t strike his fancy. He wants to yank The Joker away but seeing his daughter starting to cry halts his movement and harsh words he’s about to spill out.

“I…I lost my… my leg…” you slowly blink and attempt to wipe your tears, not having too much coordination due to all the strong medications you’re taking.

J bends over and kisses you, willing to compromise for once.

“It’s alright, Pumpkin. We’ll get you another one, ok?”

You nod a yes and The King of Gotham shifts his head, gazing at his adversary.

“OK?”

Harvey stretches his facial scars in a vexed grimace, temporarily agreeing with The Joker for his daughter’s sake.  

**************

After 4 months

“Ummm, I think I’m ready,” you nervously pull down on your short dress, emerging from the walk-in closet. It feels awkward because this is the first time going out after the incident; you wanted to cancel but J insisted you’re overdue for a date.

“There she is,” your boyfriend snickers and gestures for you to sit in his lap. The titanium prosthetic custom made for you lights up certain pressure points with each move you make, yet the unique design doesn’t necessarily mean a boost in confidence.

“Can we just order some sushi and spend the night home?” you beg and The Joker abruptly declines the suggestion:

“Nope, I already made reservations at our favorite restaurant and then we’ll go to one of my clubs.”

He digs in his suit’s pocket and takes out a small box, urging you to open it:

“For you to use,” he winks and you gulp, opening the extravagant container that reveals… fancy business cards engraved with words that make you laugh:

-- Bionic Woman

-- The Joker’s Fiancée

-- Future Mother Of His Baby

“Lemme clarify,” he points out at the first line. “Bionic Woman because you could literally pass as a superhero with superpowers with this amazing new leg of yours.”

You keep giggling and he continues: “The second one is pretty self-explanatory and the third… we have to work on.”

The happy look on your face gradually dies out.

“You know what the doctors told me,” you sadly smile. “After the complications from my… accident, there’s less than a 15% chance for me to get pregnant.”

“I can work with whatever percentage!” J boasts, not a fan of your mood switch. “I don’t want to brag, I’m a modest person,” he dramatically flares his arms, ”but I’m good at what I do, even if I’ll probably have to get into Pilates or something to up my game; but I bet you 10 million dollars I can make it happen! Unless you’re a chicken and don’t have the guts to bet.”

“Deal,” you hesitantly accept the offer, aware of J’s strategy.

“Oh, almost forgot,” he reaches the coffee table for another present wrapped up next to the laptop. “This is for us.”

You pull apart the shiny paper and burst out laughing again seeing the book presented as a gift: “Miller’s Funeral Home Casket Catalogue”.

“We have to make a decision for the old gizzard’s coffin because he will die for sure when we’ll announce our plans to get married.”

“Please don’t call my dad a gizzard,” you frown. “He’s only 8 years older than you.”

“Like I said: a goddamned old gizzard,” The Joker passes his fingers through his hair, slapping your side so you can get up. “Now that you have business cards to share and a good catalogue with stellar options, I think we should go eat. I’m starving,” he follows you towards the elevator at The Penthouse, fascinated with the prosthetic that is actually a work of art. You are able to wear your stilettos also and J pinches your butt, aroused.

“You know what your best superpower is?”

“No,” you grab his arm to make sure you’re not going to trip on the carpet.

“Annoying your dad! I mean, with our combined efforts, we can at least hope for a stroke before we even give him the final blow with the marriage news.”

You snicker at The Joker’s perfect scheme, wondering why you both go through so much trouble just to upset Harvey Dent.

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[vexaiton]

who you are | a taehyung fic

fluff  | angst  (ends with fluff ok!)

pairing: taehyung x reader

tw: reader is going through a lot so it focuses more on describing on what she’s going through

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7:08 pm

The digital clock stares back at you while you remain stagnant in your position. The room is filled with darkness with only the kitchen light from outside as the only source of brightness. You lay on your bed staring blankly on the wall in front of you as your thoughts start to swallow you whole. Your demons are back, and you fight back with lifeless eyes and a hopeless sigh. Just when will this stop? When will you breathe? These demons that come out from the depths of your soul from time to time to damage your whole existence and purpose, slowly seeping the life out of your body.

Emotions have left your body. Tears no longer fall to be shed, and not even a weak tilt of the lip, or a subtle glint in your eyes shakes your body off the state of emptiness. And this has happened too many times to the point that it’s tiring. God, it’s so tiring. It’s tiring to fight with your demons when these demons only come from your own self. It’s tiring to try and believe knowing that the only opponent of this battle is yourself.

It’s hard to feel happy for a second knowing what comes next. It’s hard to hope that everything will be okay when the same thing happens all over again like a cycle that never ends. It’s hard to be yourself. It’s so hard. But what’s harder is seeing the people around you look at you in endless worry, orbs filled with confusion and restlessness, especially if you see it in Taehyung’s eyes.

God, it’s hard. It’s hard to see him watch you as you lay down and stare into the darkness. It’s hard to hear the sighs he breathes whenever you don’t mutter a single word. It’s hard to see his face changing, falling, as your eyes that once beamed, lost its light. It’s hard to disappoint him because of your failure to be the lover that you should be. It’s hard to disappoint him because of your failure to ask him how his day was. It’s hard to disappoint him because of your failure to give them a sense of warmth. It’s hard to disappoint him because of you fail to give him a peck on the lips or a greeting of a hug whenever they come home. It’s hard to disappoint a him because of who your are and who you fail to be.

It’s been weeks, days, hours, minutes since you last talked to Taehyung, or even acknowledged his presence. He would always come home around late evening ‘til midnight and you would still be awake, but it would feel like he’s all alone in this apartment for two. He would stare at your body laying on the bed with your back faced to him, and whisper sad hymns of worry that you can’t see. Taehyung never saw you cry on days like this, but he is absolutely sure that you cry to yourself alone. All that Taehyung wants is to see your beautiful eyes shine once again, but he can’t seem to do anything but give you time.

 You never saw Taehyung cry because of how he gets abandoned. But you can hear him. You can hear his silent screams as he desperately try to save you from drowning. You can feel his helplessness with a glint of motivation as he holds you tight at night and kisses the back of your neck. You can hear his thoughts and troubles that wouldn’t appear if it wasn’t for you. You can hear him, feel him.

And God does it make you guilty.

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Taehyung comes home to an apartment made for two but he highly doubts it from the silence that the walls encloses him into. Not even a single light is on and that how he knew, that is how he knew that you were not present within these walls. Instead, a note placed on top of the kitchen counter was the only evidence of you presence.

I’m sorry love, for being such a failure. I’m sorry for everything that I fail to be. I have always fought and now I’m tired of fighting. It’s like letting it drown me and swallow me whole without resisting. I’m sorry if I can’t make you breakfast or dinner when I know you’re always starving. I’m sorry if I can’t play with your hair ‘til you fall asleep. I’m sorry if I can’t even welcome you with my warmth with a promise of a good night’s sleep and a peck on the lips with whispers of comfort and love. I’m sorry. I’m so, so, sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you anything. I’m sorry for not uttering a single word cause it feels like my throat is closing up on me and the darkness is strong enough to cover even the light of my voice. All I wanted was to ask how your day went but it seems like my lips are frozen and my voice is hidden. But please, all I wanted to know was how your day went, but I’m sorry if I can’t do just that. I love you. God, so much.

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A knock on the door of your own apartment was heard as you were in the middle of crying your eyes out. You slowly walked to the door while wiping any remnants of tears on your face as if it helped. You opened the door and was greeted with a glimpse of Taehyung’s face before you were smashed into his chest through a warm embrace. You couldn’t help yourself so your tears started falling again, making a mess on Taehyung’s hoodie.

“Who said I wouldn’t be with you even if they swallow you whole?” He whispered to your ear as he hugged you tighter.

 “But-“

 “Who said I was asking for an apology?”

 “Who said that I don’t love you enough to love you even when you think you can’t be loved?”

 No words were said as a reply because all that Taehyung said made you cry even harder. Taehyung held your shoulders and kept you at a short distance where your noses touched and your eyes are staring into each other’s infinity.

 “Do you know why people drown? It’s because they panic and they forget to breathe. If you could just breathe, your body would stay afloat and you won’t drown anymore. See Y/N, I am willing to drown with you. And I will help you breathe to prove to you that you can escape from that darkness trapping you.”

 “I love you too much to leave you when you fail to be who you are.”

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note: this is an old one and i wasn’t able to polish it well ;(( but anyway hello!! im back after a long ass time of uni swallowing me whole. im trying to get back to writing so i MIGHT start posting a lot more. it has been a long time since i have written anything that’s not an essay so please bear with me. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this! give it some love if you did. thank you, lovelies. ‘til next time.

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[thisnerdsadventures]

end of zoom week 1

This week was weird - some days, I felt like I was flying, productivity hitting 150% like I was back on Stud 5 with an extra flurry of energy at 11pm after a bag of chips and a coffee from Verdes. This was me Tuesday morning, Monday afternoon, and a bit yesterday night. But there were also some days where I felt like I was just a little bit below the surface of the water, staring at the world above me and watching it pass by, but not being able to breathe it in. Sometimes I could even feel myself slipping, sliding down a slope into the dark water, unable to stop the descent.

I wake up some mornings, like today, where for a few fleeting seconds, I look up at the wall next to my bed and I see the photos that I brought back home from campus that I taped up, and I am flooded with memories of the school year. But I turn my head to the other side of my room, and instead of seeing my dorm room setup, the posters of my college events pasted up on the wall, I see my high school awards, childhood photos, and a small pennant from Yale tacked up on the wall. The last few weeks come back to me, and I feel a sinking pit widening in my stomach. 

Nowadays, it takes me nearly an hour to get out of bed - I’ll alternate between mindlessly scrolling through notifications I missed on the East coast morning and trying to go back to sleep. The worst mornings are when I’m in a dream, and I’m with one or two of my friends on-campus or elsewhere, and for a few dream minutes, nothing is wrong, but when my eyes open and see the white walls of my high school bedroom, I’m lying on my back, chasing the fragments of reality I wish still existed. At school, it would take me a max of 30 minutes to get up out of bed after my alarm went off, but it’s become so so hard to now. I think about what usually gets me out of bed, and I realize it’s my friends, the thought of seeing them in the Infinite, getting lunch with my friends after our security class together, having the longest conversations on Stud 5 about anything and everything. Without that, it’s becoming harder to find a reason to start my day.

In terms of classes, my classes have varied in how much they’ve helped us accommodate, from being extremely understanding and flexible, to just about the same or what I would expect, to almost getting worse with stacked deadlines and mandatory attendance. I only have two classes I have to show up for now, intelligent mutlimodal user interfaces and negotiation. My UI class is at 8am now in pacific time, so I’m really doubting my ability to function anymore. It took us fifteen minutes to figure out how to pipe video sound into the Zoom meeting, and we started class at 8am sharp, not 8:05am, as we would’ve done on-campus. All this, this early in the morning -  it’s a very quick way to find me in a very bad mood. 

Negotiation, on the other hand, was quite interesting - half of us couldn’t figure out how to raise our virtual hands in Zoom and the class felt really different over Zoom than in person. But they’re doing the best they can, and I appreciate that. We have our first virtual exercise on Monday and I’m once again avoiding looking at my confidentials because the last time this happened, I camped out in the stud for like 10 hours over the course of 24 hours prepping. It turned out great that time, but I honestly don’t know where I’m going to come up with the motivation to do the same now.

I had a plan to read a paper and prep for my UROP meeting later today at 2pm. But I woke up with that sinking feeling in my heart, and I’m tired of looking at my screen, I feel the eye strain headache coming on, and I have no idea what I’m going to do today. My mom just came into my room and asked me what I was up to - she’s wondering if I want to help her make bread. I said I was reading papers, but have I read a single word today? No. Maybe I need a stricter schedule. I know I can’t work on a single thing for more than three hours at a time, so maybe I should stop lying to myself.

I felt the same way this past Tuesday - after around 3pm I gave up being productive and scrolled through every social media platform I had on my phone for nearly 2 hours, and then I felt an urge to play music. So I wandered over to my guitar and my piano and found an old trove of songs I wrote in high school. I tore it apart, flipping through pages and post-its, throwing stuff I didn’t like on the ground, like I was searching for something. 

What was I looking for? 

I would play through a song, mumbling the words I scrawled down, for 10 or 15 seconds and then move on to the next. The pages on the floor were creating a pile, and it grew larger and larger. I found myself stepping on papers, trying to find the one that I threw down... four songs ago? Maybe five.

I guess I was looking for a song with the words and the chords that would help lift the weight that was keeping me down, stuck underwater. 

I don’t think I found one.

Maybe then I’ll help my mom make bread. These papers are not going to get read before my meeting. Maybe that’s ok.

#m

[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: A Mission (Chapter 13)

A/N: I was very tempted to tag J but not all the characters are suffering yet so... maybe one-day 

summary: Paul decides Jail doesn't sound so bad

words: 1,614

warnings: Crying, negative thoughts, cursing, abuse mention, blood (not too graphic but its there)

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Paul was done, no you know what? He was further than done, he was over it. He was exhausted, he had way too much shit going on and this? This put the entire world on thin fucking ice.

“Hear that universe? You’re on thin fucking ice” He declares angrily as he stormed the halls the next morning. “Where are you fucker” Paul mumbled scanning the tired halls full of zombie students. He finally spotted him, the little sleaze. No, not even sleaze, that was reserved for Ted. He made his way towards the locker but abruptly stopped being interjected.

“Omg, it’s stage 5 Paul” Ted teases stepping into Paul’s murder path. He glared at his friend, nothing but his mission occupied his mind.

“Not now Ted” he warned pushing his friend into the locker, horror-struck him as he heard his friend groan in pain. “Shit, shit I’m so sorry Ted, I wasn’t thinking” he ranted, Ted, with the help of Bill regained his former posture. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“Eh, I’m used to it” Ted stayed simply shrugging his shoulders. Another wave of guilt hit Paul, well that doesn’t make me feel better. “So What brings stage 5 Paul to school today?” Ted asked, rubbing his side carefully. Paul bit back his lip.

“He-“ Paul shot a glare towards his target “Did it again, he hurt her again and I’m just-“ he sucked in a sharp breath “I am very much done, so I have decided to spend the rest of my life in jail” Paul seethed

“Oh so you get to murder him, but I don’t get to murder Billy” Bill complained, the other two looked at him with hints of shock and respect. They were taken aback by the sudden sass and serious tone their usually calm and nice friend displayed. Ted wished he had taken this change more seriously, but alas.

~~~

“I just want my friend back!” A pained voice shouted through the rain

“Well, he’s gone!” Was the simple angry response that left the two shatter

~~~

“Just saying, I’m Sherlock so switch my motives and I’d be an amazing Moriarty” Bill explained calmly. Ted burst into a fit of laughter, nudging Bill softly who’s face softened at his friends laugh. He shied away finally retreating back to his locker and Paul turned back to his unlucky victim. He suddenly had a thought and turned back to Ted.

“Wait why are you here? You should be… not here” Paul cringed at his own phrasing but they go the point.

“Wow…” Ted said “Paul Matthews everybody” he mimicked a fake round of applause, Bill snickered. “It’s chill, I’m just grabbing my stuff and then leaving” Paul was still not satisfied, leaving to where? Obviously, Ted caught on to his friend's concerns and continued “Bills dad is taking me home, he dropped us off and is just waiting for me now” Paul nodded slowly, Ted, deciding his friend was satisfied with the answer turned back to his locker grabbing the rest of his things. “I should get going, Professor Hidgens and...Professor Hidgens-“ He paused clearly holding back something “Are coming over later to discuss some stuff, so… please don’t commit murder and if you do don’t get caught. And say hi to the girls for me!” He declared finalizing his rant, he turned to Bill who immediately jumped into a quick but cautious embrace. Ted accepted happily before waving a quick goodbye to Paul and disappearing into the crowd of practically dead students. 

“I’m worried about him” Bill said softly after a moment, the murdering mantra had now ceased as Paul faced his friend. He sighed heavily and exhausted giving his friend a reassuring look.

“Me too but… he has an army of people who just want the best… he will be ok” Who Paul was trying to convince, he wasn’t sure. Bill nodded with the same uncertainty before deciding he had finished at his locker and walking to his first-class but not before telling Paul goodbye. 

“Alright, now it’s just you and me” He stayed glaring at the arrogant figure who was still leaning against his locker, wearing his stupid red cap and stupid smoke club shirt. “Oh it’s on, Stage 5 Paul is fucking pissed” 

~~~

“...and then we can work on finding you a new home” that’s it, Ted had heard enough. He had sat for the past hour listening to 2 adults who, bless their hearts were trying, but who clearly knew absolutely nothing.

“New home?” He seethed, his tone became dark “No, no, there is no ‘new home’ ok?” he glared at the pair, really hoping it had the effect intended. “You don’t get it, this will blow over, I will go home, keep my fucking mouth shut and live my life.” Now he was going, he did feel bad the Professors clearly just wanted to help but Ted was done with everyone trying. If they couldn’t do something right now, then he didn’t care for their bullshit ‘tries’. Ted grunted loudly, he wanted to throw something but he didn’t dare. Not only had Bills father been an amazing person and truly cared for Ted, but he was also scared. Would that all turn if he made a mistake now? “There is no new home” he said calmly, but everyone could feel the darkness that poured out. “I will go home, and I will listen to my parent's fight as always. I will fear my mornings, as always. And I will get hit and shoved for being-“ he froze in horror, he had done it. He actually said it, oh god…

No

No

I want my mom

No

He clasped a hand over his mouth, creating a prison for his words. The professors who had been shocked into silence up until now stood. Approaching Ted carefully, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry. He cowered preparing himself for a blow, instead felt himself wrapped into a steady embrace. Ted could feel a heartbeat, it was even, unlike Ted who shook violently against the mans hold. He opened his eyes to find two beautiful blue ones staring at him, Professor Hidgens kneeled next to him,  he gestured towards his chest. Ted glanced for a moment feeling a confused flustered feeling rise upon his face.

“Mimic my breathing Ted” The Professor said, finally something I knew how to do. 

“5 things you can see Ted” 

“Bill? 5 things you can see, right now” Ted repeated

So with a shaky breath, he began. “I can see you, and.. and the couch… I can see Professor Hidgens” he shook his head pulling away from Chad's embrace, who simply smiled pridefully at him. “I can see my backpack… and… my hands” the two men nodded patiently. 

“Good, now 4 things you can…” his voice drifted off. Ted sighed feeling himself steady as he recalled the faces of his dear friends. 

“I can see you, Ted” He said, reassuring himself that was the name of his friend. Ted nodded smiling. They continued, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. 

And so Ted did what he had told Bill to do weeks ago. Finally calming down, Bill's father suggested he go upstairs and get some rest while the men discussed the matters at hand. Ted wasn’t one to oppose free sleep, So he obliged.

I’m here, I’m right here Bill

~~~

“Can we adopt him?” Chad asked innocently 

“Simple answer, definitely” Henry responder almost immediately “Actual answer, love you know that’s not how this works” he said disappointed, stirring the tea that Corey, Bills father, had provided the couple. 

“But… isn’t it? The boy is being… “ he paused, Henry gave him a look. No need to say it, we both know now. “I mean he can’t possibly go home” Chad whined, he was frustrated. Henry understood, and he recognized this behavior. Chad had an inexplicable but beautiful need to protect people, Henry loved- nay, adored that about him. But he hated seeing Chad look so… defeated. 

“So he stays here, for now, we figure out what measures need to be taken to remove him from the house-“ Henry paused, how could he have been so stupid. “Ted's mother…” Henry whispered almost impressed by his revelation. “How could we forget Ted's mother!” He exclaimed Chad tilted his head confusion riddling his soft, sick face. “Think about it..”

And so they did, and finally, after long hours into the day, the pair finally came to a conclusion.

Adopt-

Not yet! Patience little one, patience

~~~

“Are you absolutely insane!?” Alice exclaimed rushing over to her brother. He gave her a stupid grin feeling himself slip away. He stood in the doorway to their home, blood dripping down his nose and a very dark eye. He didn't care however, he stood in their doorway pridefully having also a trace of someone else's blood gracing his knuckles. Alice assessed the situation, rushing to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack and the first aid kit. She leads her brother over to the couch and began tending to his probably broken nose. “You are so lucky mom isn't home-”

“Paul!” The pair turns to a sudden bang on the door, they share the same look of alertness. “Paul I know you're in there, open up!” The previously absent feeling of panic now set into Paul as he recognized the angry yet concerned voice from the other side of the door. 

“Emma” He whispers, very scared for what might happen as he stands up and opens the door to the one tiny angry girl on the other side.

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[glitterisdiet]

I discovered too late that I DO have an italics option on my phone :,,,D I’m so sorry. I’ve been using *s. Brain power at work here, folks.

Tiny fluff fic, basically all fluff is at the end. I made up a bunch of stuff in this (obviously), but I swear it was for a purpose. This for you, @cherrybombz01 had to make a different account because my main one is TRASH >8,D

PART 1

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Hank and Connor had a good thing going. They shared a house, they shared a kitchen, a dog, a commute, their work. They did everything together, more or less, because Hank was an ill-motivated house hermit who hadn’t had anyone to invest himself in in years, and Connor was subsequently, the fresh, new thing who got his fill of ‘experiencing life’ through everything Hank did. So hey, no effort on Hank’s part, and he was somehow keeping his new housemate entertained.

If you asked Connor, this idea that he needed to be constantly stimulated was not what kept him interested in their relationship. It was one sided on Hank’s part because of some weird insecurity he had that Connor really couldn’t identify. If one day he suddenly decided to learn everything from tv, he wouldn’t suddenly lose his interest in his human. He’d like to remind Hank he had a near infinite amount of information at his access at all times, but the knowledge Hank meant was very different from all the ‘technical stuff’. It was about being human- finding yourself. Knowing yourself in the metaphysical way Connor’s organic partner did.

He’d still be entirely fulfilled without Hank’s striving to enliven him. For some reason, though, he just didn't buy it that this robot with an 80 Gajillion, infini-byte brain was happy if Hank was not providing the mental stimuli.

Really confusing, but, Connor digressed.

He was happy, bordering euphoric. He didn’t know at first if that was the right term until he’d gotten a better grasp of what being happy was. Now that he had, Connor knew without a doubt he was experiencing bliss. ‘Domestic bliss’.

He wasn’t made for that, of course, so it took some getting used to. He wondered for a while if he was wasting all his energy towards something that likely had little productive value to someone of his character. He wondered if someone like him should be more concerned about career fulfillment or reputation.

Not once did he ever wonder whether he and Hank should be together, though. He *knew* they should, and that was what sealed it for him. He didn’t think about it again, and the term ‘euphoric’ suddenly slipped into place. He was enrapt, satisfied, accomplished.

Deviancy became very simple then. It was so basic and human and menial in the grand scheme of things- to simply want to be happy. But, it was shockingly all that seemed to matter. All anyone did for any reason was to find happiness- or attempt to. That was just life. Everything done ultimately for self-fulfillment.

For Connor, being wealthy or recognized wouldn’t provide that for him.

Receiving Sumo kisses while he and Hank watched tv was his happiness. Being able to go to work together and share cases was his fulfillment. Being able to wake up in a house all to their own and make breakfast was euphoria, and waking up to the tussled, grumpy man who slept in the next bedroom was something else entirely. He wasn’t alone. Hank was his friend.

However...

Being chastised constantly to take some alone time was....quite frustrating. Hank’s ever present concern that Connor would grow bored with him and become bitter was....disappointing.

And confusing.

Connor regularly insisted that he did *not* need Hank to entertain him, to keep him sated. He didn’t need to go off and find something ‘better’ than his already perfect life.

And this was messing up their rhythm.

Connor was sampling the blood at a homicide when Hank walked over and brought the whole thing up, like they were just having dinner.

Connor was surprised it had become that much of his priority.

It was exhausting, which was pretty impressive. If Hank was really trying to stimulate him, running an android designed to have an endless reserve mentally ragged should have satisfied him. Connor had to literally scrounge for the right words in his electronic library on hands and knees to shut Hank up.

Yet, the proper response alluded him. Every sensible answer he’d given Hank failed to ever resolve the problem. He was so set on this idea that Connor was ‘unhappy’ somehow.

That’s when Connor finally came to a very unsettling realization, and voiced it during their tv routine.

“Hank...”

“Yeah?”

“...Are you unhappy?”

“What?” He heard him perfectly, but Hank was still blind sided.

“No. I’m the best I’ve ever been in years.”

“But are you *happy*?”

“*YES*, Connor. Why would you even ask that?”

Connor turned back to the tv. He didn’t want to press the matter until he could determine whether Hank was lying to himself or to Connor.

He could read his vitals...he knew he wasn’t being honest.

“Con.” Hank nudged him with his knee.

“Hey, Connor, c’mon. Tell me what’s going on.”

“‘S nothing, Lieutenant.”

“Sure doesn’t look that way. Are you frowning? Alright, you’re definitely upset.” Hank clicked the tv off and shifted to face him.

“Out with it.” Hank sounded tired, as if he wasn’t the broken wagon wheel that was putting out the bumps.

The android thought it was better to throw out a perfectly believable lie and destroy any further suspicion than rile him up.

“I was just thinking about your response to my cooking.”

Hank looked like he wanted to say something as he sat there squinting at him, but he just stared instead.

“I don’t think you’re fond of it.” That wasn’t a total lie, actually. Hank did gag over his pasta that one time.

“No you weren’t.”

Connor twitched.

“You weren’t Connor.” Hank repeated when they locked eyes.

“Tell me what you’re really thinkin’....I’m listening.” He tacked on the last part to try and sound convincing. He knew he was terrible at expressing himself, and Connor had an advantage there by often saying whatever thing popped into his head at the time- due to the practicality in his programming.

“I don’t understand why you let things get between us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Some of these ideas of yours.”

“Ideas?” Hank felt a little chill in his gut at the mention of anything ‘getting between them’. He didn’t know anything had been.

“You....you keep insisting I can’t be happy.”

Hank groaned, knowing immediately where this was going. Last night was a particularly bad fight on the matter. Connor had ended up yelling at him, really yelling, for the first time in their partnership. Hank ended it when he got the feeling one of them was getting awfully close to punching a wall. He said he didn’t want to talk about it again until Connor was ready to consider him seriously.

“You mention it almost every other day, but I’m not allowed to say it once?” Connor deadpanned.

“Connor, it’s different when I do it, because I do it out of concern. You do it to tell me I’m crazy.”

“Again, this is the first time I’ve ever mentioned it.” It was like pouting had been specifically designed for his model type.

“But you’ve had the same stance for every fight, so I’d be right to assume.” Hank said it more robotically than was probably politically correct now.

Connor didn’t look offended by that *tone*, but he was offended by that face.

“You’re missing the point, Lieutenant. I think you’re unhappy, and that’s why you’ve been forcing this issue. I’ve never given you a reason to think I am, so-.”

“That’s because you wouldn’t know any better...” Hank mumbled, pulling his arm off the couch and scratching the back of his neck.

Connor heard him and understood the implications perfectly.

“I know who I am, Hank.”

“Do you?” Hank reared back at the way he’d said his name. This was obviously leading them into another fight.

“‘Cause just last week you said you wanted to be a lawyer. Then you decided all at once that was a bad idea.”

“Lots of people change their thoughts about a profession, Hank. I was just entertaining the idea. That’s normal.”

“But why did you change your mind, huh?”

“I don’t think I can agree with becoming a public defender.”

“You sure it wasn’t because you don’t know enough about it? I think it was more likely you thought ‘oh, wow! All the years of schooling! And what an asshole I’d turn into.’”

Connor shut his mouth as he was about to argue that all lawyers weren’t terrible. That would be a distraction, and he was set on making the only point that mattered here.

“You don’t think I’m getting all the facts... because I’m not doing my research... because of *YOU*.”

Finally, the truth was out. The point of what he’d been wanting to say for weeks now, yet neither of them would.

Hank stared at him, not confirming or denying it. Which meant he was confirming.

“Hank...” Connor started, having been down this road with the same opening line for the 43rd time, now. Yes, he was keeping track.

“I’m not confined here. You’ve made it painfully clear that I have free will and can do as I please, so- LET me do as I please.”

“I think you’d do as I’ve been saying and get out there, Con, if you had more sense to know to. I’ve brianwaished you somehow into thinking sitting around watching tv and sleeping all day is normal. Yeah, lots of people do it, but it’s not healthy.”

“I am aware that low activity results in depression. But, I wouldn’t be anymore inclined to agree with you over my value of stimulation whether or not I was.”

“Is that the lesson I’m supposed to let you live with? That it’s ok to be unproductive?”

“I don’t think I’m being unproductive.”

“You do everything I do, practically. I mean you do keep the house clean, but where’s the fun in that?”

Connor sighed through his nose. His indication for being ‘super done with this’.

“Completing small tasks like cleaning are actually very self satisfying.” He mumbled. He didn’t expect for Hank to learn from it, though.

Hank did know what he meant.

He felt like a jerk for pressing so hard when Connor’s reactions were clearly genuine. The problem was, he could no more let Connor with all his wide-eyed wonder whittle away his life monitoring Hank’s drinking habits and sitting about than he could have allowed Cole. He’d be just as upset if Cole had grown into the man Hank was. Fresh, clean slate needed to live first before settling down to die.

Was Hank being dramatic? Connor thought so.

“I’m a grown man Hank. You can trust me to make my own decisions.”

“I don’t think you fully know how to when this is all you’ve known.” Hank made a vague gesture at himself and Sumo. Connor didn’t know what his precious fur baby had to do with any of this.

He wanted to say how ‘incapable’ that made him sound for being an Android and uncannily not quite ‘human enough’. But he wasn’t petty like that, and he knew Hank was only worried for him. Connor was the only person he had anymore, after all, and Hank was trying to be selfless enough to let all that go just for him to ‘live’.

The only thing about that was Connor was perfectly capable of ‘living’ while Hank was there. He’d been doing so for his entire deviant life.

Connor wouldn’t be half as good a man if Hank hadn’t been. He was the first one to show him such empathy and humanity, despite the 568 humans inhabiting his time at the Cyberlife Tower. No one could compare, and if you asked Connor, no one ever would.

Still, it was clear he wasn’t going to change his mind about it, despite Hank being the more flexible of the two. Feeling like he’d lost somewhere, Connor decided to give in and find an end to the matter.

“What do you want from me?”

Hank suddenly felt like an even bigger jerk now. The words were entirely without heart as Connor’s eyes had grown very tired. He was just saying whatever to please him now, which Hank knew.

On the other hand, this was his chance to make an impression. Even if it was a bit harsh to keep pushing, there was still hope if Connor would listen.

That’s what Hank believed.

He wet his lips. He wanted this to sound as diplomatic as possible, considering that was Connor’s favorite approach.

“I want you to start reaching out. I want you to start...figuring things out on your own.” It was harder to explain than that, and Hank struggled to find the words.

“Things like, what you want. What kind of people you want to keep in your life, besides an old man and his dog. Try to find your *own* interests, Connor- make up your own mind.” Not that he didn’t already, but Hank knew that the time they spent around one another was the greatest influencer over what the other did. He’d learned everything from the grisseled old cop, for better or worse.

“If you can just try to be your own man without using me like reference, or something....Ah, that’s weird to say, but I just feel that...”

Connor tensed his jaw. He felt a little uncomfortable now. He’d worried about this somewhere in the darkest corner of his mind, and now he was forced to wonder if maybe he‘d been clingy.

“Just....just figure yourself out for when I’m....uh..”

Hank didn’t finish that thought.

Connor was glad he didn’t as the mere implications were enough to make this that much bitter.

This self finding could end up being a slew of negative connotations, and trying to avoid life’s harder questions.

“Alright, Hank.” He murmured to the older man’s surprise.

He was agreeing?

It’d only taken 2 damn months...

“I’ll start trying to ‘figure things out for myself’.” Connor muttered, and Hank was angry he’d taught him how to sarcastically use air quotes.

“Are you happy now?”

“Con...” Hank rubbed his temples. This whole thing didn’t settle right.

“I was never unhappy. Alright?”

Connor didn’t say anything, clearly disagreeing. Hank didn’t want to push anymore, though.

He’d promised Hank he’d try to ‘find himself’, and the older man was not going to press his luck when things had been going so well for them.

It was hard to define the connection there, but he knew somewhere deep down Connor was anything but another friendly face. After nearly half a year, they were long past ‘pals’.

If this ended up changing things between them, then Hank could at least be happy knowing Connor was finally living the way he deserved to.

Evidently, it *did* change things, and Hank was so incredibly unprepared the moment it did.

Connor spent a lot of time outside the house. Hank didn’t ask him too often where he went, determined to encourage his independence. He made it sound as if Connor had absolutely none of it, but it’d become this unfounded struggle he couldn’t seem to let go of.

He knew that was ridiculous. That didn’t help him turn the dial down on his concern.

When Connor did share, it was usually about time he spent at Jericho and volunteering. There were a *lot* of androids who still didn’t have the resources they needed. Under Markus’ lead, and people helping like Connor, they’d get there.

This was more than good news to Hank.

He knew Connor had a hard time... connecting, so to speak, but had little evidence until recently that he’d at least been trying to.

Some androids weren’t so subtle with their unrest around Connor, being a force against their kind at one point, and for that, Hank had stopped trying to make him reach out. That wasn’t an ideal solution, but he came to find that Connor’s happiness was more important than the idea he should be ‘socializing’. He hit it off with enough people at the precinct to quell most of Hank’s concern, anyway.

When Connor came home one evening with news he’d found a college, Hank’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

He’d been pretty quiet for a few days, likely trying to find the best time to bring it up. Connor was unusually timid when he finally did.

Hank wasn’t sure if he was just nervous about taking the next step towards something new, or if he’d gotten it in his head somehow Hank wouldn’t be interested.

That second one made no sense considering Hank had been the one to tell (make) him go exploring. He was pretty sure he’d even mentioned education and a new job at some point of their arguments.

The reality was that Connor wasn’t afraid of either. He was afraid of something so much more unexpected than those.

He hadn’t assumed it would be a problem in retrospect. He knew it was necessary for androids to take courses or undergo a manual uploading of information to preform jobs they had no experience in. Depending on their original encryption, it made sense. A nanny unit would have a hell of an easier time learning the culinary field than Connor, a detective unit.

It wasn’t half the struggle and sacrifice a human student underwent, as androids learned at an astronomically faster rate than humans did. He’d be out in less than a third of the time they would.

No, all of that was great, and good, and perfectly not the point. Connor had bigger problems than what to study or student debts, and when it came time to address the matter with Hank, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have to leave state and go into hiding when all was said and done.

This wouldn’t go well no matter how he constructed it.

[graceelizabeth2]

Killer Queen Part Nine

So, this sucks because I was not consistently motivated but oh well. Enjoy. Masterpost

@moveimbi @rain-must-fall @allieburakovsky

I was currently staying on Freddie and Mary’s couch, which they have graciously allowed me to sleep on for the past three weeks. And just like the past three weeks, I’ve woken up only to be sick. I was getting rather tired of constantly being sick. The feeling of nausea had taken over my mornings and most times, I could only force down toast. I could tell that it was beginning to worry Mary and Freddie because I would catch them looking at me and whispering.

“Amy? Love, wake up?” Mary’s gentle voice coupled with the firm but quick shake of my shoulder roused me out of my mid-afternoon nap which is something that I discovered that I was needing. “Amy, I’m worried. I think you need to see a doctor. You’ve been ill too long.” She says, worrying her bottom lip. “I’ve made you an appointment with my doctor, just because I don’t know yours.” I looked at her sadly and nodded. I had also taken to not speaking unless it was necessary. I looked around the apartment and furrowed my eyebrows in a silent question. “Freddie had a band meeting.” I nodded and got up, stretching and padding into the kitchen to get some water. “The appointment is at 4:15 so we’d better get going soon.” I passed her and changed into a simple shirt and pants, pulling on my shoes and smoothing my hair. I looked at her for approval and she smiled at me. “Let's go?” I nod and follow her out of the apartment.

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“Well, Miss Miles, it doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with you, physically at least. Come back in a week if you’re still feeling ill? We can run some more tests.” The doctor smiled at me kindly and I hopped off the table, gathering my belongings. I checked out and headed out to Mary, who was waiting for me in the reception room. I shook my head at her and pulled her out of the office. “Amy?” I look over at her, “have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?” My eyes went wide and I shook my head.

“No no no, I can’t be pregnant Mary, I just can’t.”

“I know but why not just be sure? We can stop on the way home ok?” I nodded and pressed my forehead to the glass of the window, blankly staring out the window. Turns, various intersections and countless buildings passed by and I could barely register them. I found my hand gently cradling my stomach, praying that Mary was wrong.

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“Amy?!” Mary called from the other side of the apartment. I looked at her, biting my fingernails. “You need to call Roger,” she says breathlessly. Tears filled my eyes and I sat back against the couch.

“How am I supposed to tell him? I walked out on him after I caught him cheating. What do I even say?” I whisper.

“I don’t know love. But I do know where he is right now if you want to just tell him?” It takes a minute to register, but Mary’s kind eyes searched my face before pulling me up and pushing me toward where my suitcase had parked itself. “Change your clothes and we’ll go see the boys ok?”

“Thank you, Mary, for everything,” I tell her, squeezing her hand.

“Of course love. You’ll always have a place with me.” I pulled on one of my favorite shirts and a loose skirt. “Ready?” Mary asks.

“As I’ll ever be.”

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“Hello Mary, dear. Amy, how’s my girl?” Freddie asks as he hugs each of us and kisses Mary. Brian and John both scooped me into their arms, giving me tight hugs, telling me how much they missed me. “I’m alright Fred.” I mumble.

“Is Rog in the booth right now?” Mary asks, sitting down in the empty chair by the control desk. Brian nodded and I caught sight of him in the first time in weeks. He was wearing a black t-shirt that was probably just a little too tight and had a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Mary, I don’t know if I can do this,” I said, panic filling my chest and practically crushing my ribs beneath it.

“You can; just tell him the truth,” Mary says, pushing me to the door to the live room. Freddie and the sound technician nod at me when the take was over. I pulled the door open and stepped inside.

“One second, Brian,” Roger says, adjusting a few things on his drum kit, not looking at me.

“I’m not Brian,” I say, folding my arms across my chest.

“Amy,” he breathes out, his eyes softening. “What's going on, why are you here? Is something wrong?” He rushes over to me but stops a few feet short, remembering my words from the last time I saw him. I looked over through the window and into the control room, locking eyes with Mary. It seemed that the rest of the boys were focused on something else so I took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.” Roger sank to his knees.

“Is it… I mean,” he trails off.

“There’s been no one else Roger.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? What are we going to do? ” He asks sadly.

“I just found out myself. And ‘we’, Rog?” His breath hitched at the nickname. “There is no ‘we’. You made sure of that.” His face crumbled as he looked up at me.

“I’ll do anything, Amy. I swear it. I will do anything and everything I can for you and this baby. Just, please, let me be in its life. I know that I’ve royally fucked up too many times to forgive but just please let me be around.”

“Rog-”

“No Amy, if I can’t have you in my life, then I will be the best dad I can be to this child.”

“Roger, get up so we can have a proper, adult conversation.” He gets off his knees and cautiously takes my hand. I let him, eyeing him warily. “You are never home. I can’t have this baby having a father who is never there. And…”

“What?” He asks, stepping closer.

“I don’t trust you, Roger. You’ve cheated on me for weeks! How am I supposed to trust you to watch my coffee let alone parent our child?” I ask, pulling my hand away and crossing my arms.

“Because you should know that I would never do anything to hurt our baby. Why don’t you move back home? I’ll sleep on the couch and you can have the bedroom.” I winced and looked away. “I’ve gotten rid of the fucking bed, along with the sheets. I swear. We don’t even have to be together but I want to be there for all of the stuff that happens. Doctors appointments, buying all the shit this kid will need, all of it.” He sounded so sincere.

“Can I think about it?” I ask, shifting away slightly. He nods before mumbling to himself, “I’m gonna be a dad..” I turned and left the live room only to be engulfed in hugs from the rest of the guys.

“This baby’s uncles are going to spoil it rotten,” Brian says, giving me a kiss on the head and hugging me.

“Thanks, Bri,” I smile.

“Come here, Ames,” John says, pulling me in close. “Everything’s gonna be great.” He whispers in my ear before releasing me.

“Uncle Freddie is going to be the greatest uncle ever,” Freddie laughs and pulls me next to him. “Plus, I think you should move back in with Rog. It would be good for you to sleep in a real bed again instead of our couch.” Freddie winked and I nodded.

“What if he fucks up again?” I ask, looking at Roger through the glass. He was forever tweaking those bloody drums.

“He won’t darling. Now that he knows he’s got a life on the line, that boy won’t step a toe out of line for the next decade.”

I scoff. “That’s bloody likely.”

“It is. You don’t understand what this means to Roger. He’s been talking about having kids with you ever since you two became domestic. It's quite sickening. Almost as nauseating as us on tour with our scrabble tournaments.” I rolled my eyes and patted the lower bit of my stomach.

“Baby Taylor.”

#bohemian rhapsody fanfic #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy! roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #BoRhap Boys #ben hardy imagine #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy #roger taylor #fanfic #this sucks

[simkjrs]

msa ch5 asks (and others)

Anonymous said: AAA FROM 'MEET ME IN THE WOODS'- i know that lyrics!!!!! nice!!

*finger guns* nice!!

Anonymous said: -also thank you for existing you beautiful beautiful person! 😘

i think i might have accidentally deleted (or answered separately?) the first half of this ask but nonetheless thank you

Anonymous said: OK first thing: the chapter was awesome! amazing job! Second thing: the entire chapter was basically deku 'mildly' freaking out while being thoroughly pissed the entire time

it really and truly was. izuku as that one macro that’s like “this string is held up through pure stress alone” 

Anonymous said: mr compress weeb confirmed

look at his custom made villain costume and tell me he isnt that kind of guy

Anonymous said: god. Msa!izuku is /fifteen fucking years old/ and he has to deal with /so much shit/. Can someone just put him to bed and let him nap for a year, maybe

yes! maybe not a year though.

Anonymous said: God bless the new chapter gutted me and the flipped me inside out showing my true form, that of a big fan. Thank you for the blessing that is MSA

this is such a gruesomely funny image. thank you

Anonymous said: hey just read msa for the around the 9th time. you ar e so good at writing, the way you write character interaction is incredible. you should be proud. this is literally the best thing ive ever read.

THATS SO MANY TIMES, IM ASTONISHED YOURE NOT SICK OF IT YET!!! i hate staring at my writing too long it starts feeling all faded out and boring!! im really happy to hear you like it so much!

Anonymous said: As soon as Izu/ku woke up on the table I started screeching simk. Not okay!!!

haha im so sorry!!!! but overhaul literally wouldve experimented on ai/zawa and he DID experiment on eri this is completely in character of him

Anonymous said: Overhaul/Skin Beast: hi yeah can I get a fucking uuuuuhhhhhhhh experiments/faces? Izuku: Experiment machine 🅱roke *flies away with eri*

completely accurate summary of the chapter

Anonymous said: every day I long to become the amount of salty msa izuku is

valid but every day i long for msa izuku to receive the love and support that he needs

Anonymous said: sweetie noooooooo

i have no idea what part of the chapter this is referring to but first of all, big mood, and second of all, valid 

Anonymous said: hello you hurting because so am i!

i am hurting. while i was writing the chapter i kept looking at the screen like “i’m doing this? i’m really going to do this?” but overhaul is like that and i cant deny him the one salient characterization point he has

Anonymous said: UNICORN DAUGHTER HAS BEEN RESCUED THANK ITS GREAT

[my longest yeehaw ever]

Anonymous said: Since I might not get any sleep tonight because of flight plans and I might forget tomorrow and the next day, Happy thanksgiving! I'm thankful for your awesome stories~

Anonymous said: Happy Thanksgiving! I remembered!

happy thanksgiving!! im thankful that you enjoy my stories <3

Anonymous said: good job! i love it. and i’m crying. where did all this blood come from?

We Are All crying blood at this chapter

Anonymous said: Just read the new chapter and all I want to do is keysmash into your inbox. The chapter! Was so good! Izuku being sassy and angry and traumatized but still trying! And Eri! I'm so glad she's with Izuku now. Deku-niisan! I don't have words! And Rappa? Rappa! Also, that poem you linked is really neat. Grow up grow strong and focus your fury. Kind of feel like this is the theme for these two trauma children. Great work!

someone in the comments described izuku as “thoughtlessly kind” and i was VERY emotional over that because it’s such an excellent descriptor of the kind of person izuku is... he’s still trying, because that’s just who he is 

deku-niisan to the rescue :^) 

i’m really glad you enjoyed the chapter! thank you!

@zintiay submitted: Normally I get really annoyed when a character refuses to use an ability that would let them fairly easily deal with those around them. In this case though, you have done a really good job displaying why he doesn’t want to use this option, as well as what it takes for him to be willing to use it, that I mostly feel sad for deku that he was forced to let Eri’s spirit possess him, instead of getting caught up in the hype of an awesome moment

Honestly though, that’s also my reaction to the chapter as a whole. It was full of interesting world building and was generally an awesome chapter, but it was also well written enough that I also feel Izuku’s emotions and mostly just feel melancholy now.(Seriously, when I look back on it, “I invite you in” opened the gateway to an awesome and well deserved ass kicking, but it’s mostly just heart breaking. Why can’t I just enjoy Izuku kicking ass? Why?)

ahaha yeah, i try to have good reasons for why characters do or don’t take certain actions, and this whole fusion thing is something he keeps REALLY close to his chest... i’m glad that carried across well! it is very sad though that he feels cornered into using this ability. 

thanks for reading!

Anonymous said: Just wanted to say thank you. I think this sounds weird, but you finishing up chapter 5 of msa actually helped motivate me and I managed to finish my essay for a class.

OH? i’m glad to hear that! congrats on finishing the essay!

Anonymous said: This chapter was so fucking perfect I'm crying diamonds. What in all heavens and hells are you, you godly creature? I am so bloody happy you exist in this world. In this time line. I love your stories so damn much!

thank you so much!! i’m really happy to hear this <3 

Anonymous said: I love how just Done with everything msa Izu/ku is with everything. The fact that the only person he treats like a Person and not another threat to his Cryptid Status is Er/i and he just brings her home. I just. I LOV UR WRITING OK

it’s because eri pings None of his danger senses and All of his “i have to do something about this” senses. izuku is constitutionally incapable of helping someone in need. 

and thank you!! i’m glad you like it!

Anonymous said: I hope you know that i was able to read about half a page before i fucking died laughing i lov msa de/ku so much

i try to serve my darkfic with a large side of comedy

Anonymous said: I have the vivid image of msa Deku running into Aizawa by accident and just slowly walking backwards before turning to the sky and yelling "I HAVE DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY! I! DO NOT! HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT AS WELL!!!" while Aizawa slowly comes to the conclusion that he must adopt and save this troubled child.

this is hilariously close to some future scenarios i have in mind

Anonymous said: seeing a new chapter of msa honestly made my heart skip a beat in excitement. i have SO MANY questions and thoughts about this universe, i think i could ask you questions for hours, it sparks my imagination and curiosity in the best way. but for now, i just wanted to sincerely thank you for choosing to share your story and thoughts and ideas with all of us! it's always a delight, and i don't take it for granted at all. thank you, and i'm wishing you all the best always!!

thank you so much for this message!! it always makes me happy to know that others are enjoying this story as much as i am <3 i hope the best for you as well!

Anonymous said: What I expected in MSA ch.5: PAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN What I got: PAINPAINPAIN also Izuku adopts Eri, and Rappa for some reason (or did he adopt them!?!? DUNDUNDUN)

i cant publish a chapter without doing something a little fun, right? 

also im laughing at the idea of izuku adopting rappa, a fully grown man, as opposed to the other way around. izuku would hate this concept if anyone ever said it to him.

Anonymous said: so is msa iz/uku's tragic backstory basically being a walking disaster for all of his life until the point where he would have, in canon, met all might, and the msa version of the all might/one for all is the Temple and the subsequent ShitStorm™?

nope! the temple is something else 

Anonymous said: 💖💖💖💖💖💓💖💓💓💕💕💓💕💕💕💝💝💞💝💟💟💟💟💟💟💞💝💝💝💝💝💟💟💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘❤❤❤❤💙💚💚💚💛💙💚💜💚💛💚💜💙💜💚💟💞💗💞💟💟💜💚💛💚💘❤💘❤❤❤💞💟💝❤

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Anonymous said: i was stuck in a car for 3+ hours tonight but when i saw msa ch5 was up i was so excited, i spent the whole ride reading and re-reading it, it’s fantastic and you are too! <3

wow thats some dedication!! i hate reading in the car. thank you and im glad you liked it!!

Anonymous said: simk pls tell me we get roommate shananigans it would make my entire life. just a tired teen, a middle age man literally off the street, and their prepubescent daughter/little sister/niece/etc.

oh yes absolutely. this is a vital part of the au. don’t forget the cat

Anonymous said: hi hello i just want to say that your writing is amazing and gives me life and i get really really really excited every time you update. thanks for blessing us with such good fic <3

thank you so much!! i’m super glad to hear <3

Anonymous said: so izuku not only has eri but also the guy most likely to have been in kumite from bloodsport at his place. great job kiddo. (i mean that both genuinely and sarcastically)

izuku’s existence just naturally warps the reality he lives in into a circus show

Anonymous said: thanks to that one ask i can't stop laughing at the scenario of msa izu trying to get groceries and is seen by kiri / aizawa / tbh any hero. rappa and eri is with him and izu just stares at the heroes dead in the eye and leaves the place. he swears to never return there ever again

also hilariously close to some scenarios im contemplating

Anonymous said: DID MSA!DEKU EVER CATCH A BREAK ONCE IN HIS LIFE??? DID THAT EVER HAPPEN, SIMK. OVERHAUL IS UP THERE W ENDEAVOR I CANT BELIEVE U MANAGED TO MAKE ME HATE HIM THIS MUCH SNAKDNANFKW (btw? how much of a fucking RIOT would it be if the heroes did the exact same thing in canon, and when it came to the actual retrieving eri part theyd just find someone waving frantically "SHES ALREADY GONE, YOU IMBECILES. YOU FOOLS"

overhaul is easily hatable if you just extrapolate from his canon actions. cant wait for him to get fucking clowned

i think it would be really funny but kind of depressing if the heroes did that. izuku please help them

Anonymous said: u really dont fuck around, do u, simk?? this is really a chapter that i just read i really saw him getting experimented on by overhaul for real??? I REALLY SAW HIM DISMISS IT AS IF IT WAS ANY OTHER DENIAL WEDNESDAY???? DID THAT BOY EVER CATCH ONE (1) BREAK IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE?? also DAMN! HE Really Fucking Did That HUH HE BUSTED HER OUT OMG.. CANT WAIT FOR THE SIBLING RELATIONSHIP FEELINGS THING :') (also how much of a fucking RIOT wld it be if the heroes busted eri out but (1/2)

but when they ARE actually at the 8ps hq they just?? dont find her??????and everyone there is like "SHES ALREADY GONE YOU IMBECILES. YOU FOOLS." (2/2)

i really dont fuck around!! i hope!! i decide on a track and i stick to it!! as soon as i finished the first scene i knew that overhaul was going to Do That and i spent a few days agonizing over it and asking myself if i was really ready to go all the way with this. if i was really going to write it! i did write it. i am still occasionally in disbelief. 

yes. sibling relationship all the fuckin way 

Anonymous said: Is what happened at the temple the thing that made MSA Izuku give up on being a hero?

nah izuku giving up on being a hero is more just pessimism, cynicism, and paranoia trained into him by years and years of dealing with spirits and believing that he shouldn’t exist 

Anonymous said: this is all really silly but uhh,,, isn't izuku loosing credits? has his mother been informed of his absences? does he have anyone who can help him catch up with the missed material? is our boy going to graduate?

i dont really know how credits work in japanese schools, or how the absences thing works... he’ll be fine though, pinky promise

Anonymous said: Eri pulls back and looks up at them curiously. “Deku?” They peer down at her. She’s so small! She’s so near! “You look different. You…” She reaches up, and they bend down obligingly. Her hand touches something attached to the skull above the eyes -- my horn, the kirin whispers. “You have a horn like me,” she says, full of wonder, and touches it again. THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PART GOT MY HEART BEATING SO FAST. I LOVE THEM!!!! ILOVE HOW ERIS SPIRIT IS NOT A TOTAL ASSHOLE TOO!!!

trauma kid solidarity!!!! i am so excited for these two you have no idea

i, too, love it when a spirit shows a basic modicum of decency and is NOT Like That to izuku 

Anonymous said: "neptune" by sleeping at last gives me very kiri/msa!deku vibes

cool, i’ll check it out!

Anonymous said: Angry msa!izu/ku: acts like an alley cat, threatens to break a villain's dishes, talks a lot of bullshit, also kind of sad and depressed. Angry™ msa!izu/ku: frightens the hell out of everyone just by looking at them, makes everyone question their life choices, makes them feel small and insignificant and makes fun of said life choices, not exactly human.

yeah. i love msa izuku and  his anger is Valid 

Anonymous said: This chapter: Rappa: fight me MsaIzuku: no Rappa: fight me pls MsaIzuku: no Rappa: let me fight the people around you? MsaIzuku:....... Fine

this is a really great summary of that conversation

Anonymous said: Izuku's threat to throw all of M. Compress' dishes on the floor like that is the Worst thing you can do to someone made my entire day thank you

i’m really glad because this was the funniest threat i could think of besides “i’m going to break into your home and piss on your bed” 

Anonymous said: HE'S JUST A KID SIM

you know i had to do it to ‘em picture 

Anonymous said: Msa is just so so amazing!?!? I honestly love it so much. The way you write is so wonderful and it's practically doubled by the fact that the entire idea for the au is also wonderful. Izu is amazing and I love him. Thank you thank you thank you :')

aahhh im really happy you like it!! thank you for reading & supporting!!

Anonymous said: Rappa: "let me join you" ; msa!Izuku: "absolutely fucking not" ; Rappa: "I can be ur meat shield" ; msa!Izuku: *clenching and unclenching his fist, glaring up at the god he does not believe in as he leads Rappa and Eri to his home* "I fucking hate you"

izuku’s one weakness... trying to help others

Anonymous said: iirc, guardian spirits are bound to their respective charges by proximity but can still move around, but do they have to be close by when the quirk is used? Or will the quirk not be as effective?

nah, they don’t need to be nearby, one cool effect of being bound to a human is that the human has a store of the guardian spirit’s energy 

Anonymous said: Thoughts on the game OFF? Played it recently and it gave me Msa!spirit world vibes. The use of man made substances making up the natural world (e.g drinking plastic not water) just really stuck with me as something bizarre and very second intonation like. Although if you do explore the spirit world I guess you might have something maybe more mythological in mind? (Also the soundtrack is stunningly eerie).

never played OFF but i love its aesthetic so much 

Anonymous said: I'm gonna print msa out and it eat it. gochisousama

pfft itadakimasu 

Anonymous said: Hahahah holy shit that new chapter dialed things up to, like, 22 instead of 11 holy shit izuku oh no. (“Achievement Unlocked: 5+ Levels Of Trauma Added At Once!” msa!izuku: can I get a, uuuuhhhhhhh, refund?) skin creature is super creepy and perfect fit. Btw, side thought - however the heroes find out abt this whole mess, I bet they feel really guilty (shit, izuku puts foot in mouth and accidentally says smth. Kiri: horrified izuku: makes it worse by trying to leave topic) thx I Love it. V good!

once i committed i had to go all the way...

the ensuing conversations between izuku and the heroes are probably going to be kind of funny, and also a little sad. im looking forward to it. thank you for reading!

Anonymous said: Okay, I'm just catching up on the recent chapters of msa and this is what I've been getting so far Everyone: you have to understand- Msa izuku, restrained: no

correct. msa izuku refuses to accept your terms 

Anonymous said: Ahaha, geez, MSA chapter 5 was A M A Z I N G. Poor Izuku. Geez, the scene where he's tossed into his cell and just spends fifteen minutes crying and freaking out hurt so bad. And he remembered to (try and) call for help!!! Hopefully he tries again in the future, when it'll work (hopefully). I also got very excited by the Kirin!!! Like, holy smokes!!! Someone who actually doesn't want Izuku to suffer, and is willing to take steps to make that happen!! Yes good!! Plz timewalker protect this child

thanks carwash for being like the only friend izuku has

the relationship between izuku and the different spirits hanging around his house is probably going to be pretty fun. i know i’ve pulled a lot of bullshit in the past two chapters but i still have some new fuckery to introduce. i hope you are all excited for this

Anonymous said: would any other human be able to learn to speak in the second intonation in the msa au? Did msa deku learn the second intonation from someone, or is it just something he's always known?

1) good question! i haven’t decided yet. 2) he learned from someone else! who you will find out soon

Anonymous said: me: nobody has to get owned today. please, please put down the markers and step back msa izuku: Fuck oyu.

i totlaly forgot this was a thing but you know what? yeah. im laughing this is such a fitting quote

Anonymous said: you know by far one of the best aspects of msa izuku is just. He is a constant Power Move. and yet he would probs hate that. like this boy wants to be left alone and get some fuckin peace but in all his interactions whether he intends to or not he just fuckin busts a fuckin Move and its like holy shit holy fucking shit he did that.he did That. He doesnt want to do That he doesnt even realize its happening and thats why its a fuckin Power Move. Love this au i LOVE ur work and love ur storytelling

reminds me of @salvainterra‘s description of izuku: “izuku is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object and its through this paradoxical existence that hes reached the ultimate tier of not giving a fuck. good on him”

thats the secret behind it all!

Anonymous said: I love msa chapter five but I'm so worried about Izuku. He's a single teen parent of two now and he keeps missing school, how will he graduate and get in a position to follow his dreams of being alone and doing calligraphy if he misses so much of school that he doesn't get a diploma???

he will be ok! 

hey im really laughing at this because youre really including rappa as one of the people izuku adopted?? is this a thing now?? 

Anonymous said: (in msa) I am so glad you had Izuku save Eri omg. that poor child has been through enough (but also, omg the suffering you're putting Izuku through (it's great, keep going)). I'm super keen to see where you take this!!

i know im really putting izuku through the paces. while i was writing the first half of ch5 i kept telling myself that this was all for eri’s sake but MAN that was dark

thank you! im excited to pull some more bullshit. im glad you’ve been enjoying the story so far!

Anonymous said: Me reading the new msa chapter: ‘a family can be a Kirin, a girl who can disintegrate people, a supernatural teenager, a street brawler and perpetual sadness’ seriously tho it was really great and I loved it!!!

MFLNDLFKSDJF AND PERPETUAL SADNESS IM LOSING IT!!!

don’t forget the mysterious shadow spirit who may or may not be a cat 

i’m really glad you liked the chapter!!

Anonymous said: bc of allmights style i think of one for all's spirit just being a fucking american on the fourth of july with american flags everywhere and waving a minature flag threateningly and i cant stop thinking about it....

fortunately for us, that is incorrect 

Anonymous said: "Okay I've finally caught up on the backlog of work I've got, let's check in on my favourite blog and writer SIMKJRS and see what they're up to recently." *sees that you updated like a week ago* aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

jflskdfj glad you’re excited for this!! i know i only update like once in a blue moon, 

Anonymous said: hey i just want to say that i love everything about msa; the writing, the story, the imagery, ALL OF IT thank you for making such a wonderful gift!

thank you!! im grateful for your support <3

#ask #ask compilation #msa stuff #msa ch5 #feedback #thank you all for the support... #some really good gems in here

[whimsicalworldofme]

Let it Last

The doctors give the ok for Luke to come home but first his parents have to tell him what he lost and why they kept him from getting involved in the Resistance’s fight in the first place.

Word Count: 1767

Content warnings: None

(This isn’t the fluff I promised but I needed to get this out first. Fluff will be posted a little later.)

The base doctors kept Luke in the hospital for three days. The first two days Ava kept careful watch over him since he was in a painkiller induced haze. He complained about his arm feeling weird and while the doctors wanted to tell him, Ava wouldn’t allow it. She didn’t think it fair to give him that information when he couldn��t understand it and in his medicated state, he couldn’t and wouldn’t understand it. All he could understand was that something didn’t feel right. She told him they’d had to do a lot of work on that arm because it had been badly injured, and he accepted it each time, usually drifting off to sleep shortly afterward.

               A constant stream of well-wishers cropped up at the door. When Poe was there he ran interference, greeting the visitors out in the hallway, updating them with how Luke was doing that day, thanking them for topping by, and taking whatever gifts they might have brought. But his duties to the Resistance inevitably pulled him away for large chunks of the day. He slipped back into the little hospital room for meals and to sleep. Ava felt calmer with him there. Otherwise she felt like she was constantly on edge. She didn’t feel like she could breath.

               “Mom,” Luke’s voice made her pause her frantic scurrying to pull together all the accumulated things that had been piling up in the room. He’d been sleeping all morning but the doctor’s said he’d be more lucid that day since they’d lowered him off the pain medicine. “Mom why is this sling on my arm?”

               Ava paused, one of Poe’s shirts draped over her arm. She’d been folding it to stuff in a bag he’d brought from their quarters. She tossed it onto the chair and went over to stand at the side of her son’s hospital bed, the side opposite his injuries. Stroking his hair and touching his cheek she braced herself for what she’d been dreading.

               “Luke how much do you remember about the last few days?”

               “I went on the mission,” he recalled slowly, his eye scrunching up as he tried to sort through the fog of his memory. “And I was shot with a blaster. Was I shot in the arm?”

               “Yes,” she didn’t know if she had the strength to tell him the extent of it. The bionic looked and was made to feel exactly like a normal, natural arm, warm and covered in a synthetic skin so real no one would ever know the difference. So, of course, he wouldn’t understand just by looking at it.

               “I can’t move my fingers,” he watched as they barely twitched, panic starting to overtake him.

               “Hey, you’re awake,” Poe came in from his only meeting of the day and Ava reached a hand for him. He closed the distance between them and took it gladly. He quirked a brow, silently inquiring as to what he’d walked into.

               “You’re going to have to go through some physical therapy,” Ava held tighter to Poe’s hand and he gave hers a reassuring squeeze, coming to understand what was going on. “The doctors had to give you a bionic arm, Luke. From the elbow down.”

               “A bionic?” He paused, blinking as he registered what she meant.

               “They tried to fix the damage, but it was just too much,” she continued to stroke his hair back, hoping it provided some comfort. “The doctors say that you won’t be able to tell the difference once you get used to it.”

               Luke’s body shook though Ava couldn’t tell whether it was from anger, shock, or sadness, though she figured it might be a combination of both. His brow seemed to knit together the way Ben’s always would do when he got angry. His lips, pouting, were pressed hard together. He rubbed his eyes roughly with the back of his good hand and sniffed, drawing in sharp breaths. Ava and Poe bunched closer together, each trying to get a hand on him to comfort him as best they could. Ava kissed the top of her son’s head while Poe kept a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

               “It’s ok to cry, Luke,” he said. “You lost part of yourself. That’s a lot to come to terms with.”

               “I should have been stronger,” Luke growled. “I was holding them back. If I had been stronger this wouldn’t have happened.”

               “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t abused the things I’d taught you to sneak onto a mission you had no reason to be on,” Ava spoke without thinking and her son stared at her, not accustomed to hearing her say things remotely harsh at him. But he’d never done anything to warrant it before. Still, she felt bad about saying it that way. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she sighed and ran her hands down the sides of her face. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

               “But you meant it,” Luke frowned.

               “Yes, I did,” she nodded before turning her face to Poe, pleading for help. She was tired, having slept in a reclining chair for three nights in a row. Her emotions were stretched beyond the snapping point. She almost wished that someone else had made her snap so that she had unleashed on anyone but her son, even if it wasn’t as forceful as some mothers might have been in her situation.

               “There’s a reason why no one under eighteen is allowed to fight,” Poe added gently. “You’re growing up, buddy, becoming a young man and you’re already very strong with the Force, but you’re still a kid. You don’t need to be in a rush to risk your life for the Resistance.” He sighed. “We’re fighting so that you won’t have to when you’re grown.”

               “You don’t understand,” Luke grumbled, turning his head away. “There’s no way you could.”

               “Don’t understand what?” Ava asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Poe stayed standing, his hands in his pockets.

               “I am all that’s left of the Skywalkers,” he nearly shouted, torment in his voice. “The last of the good ones anyway. All that’s left of a whole line of legends who were meant to bring balance to the Force. You don’t always hear all the stuff I do, you can just ignore it because it’s not about you. But I can’t get away from it. All the expectations, how they’re always comparing me to Luke Skywalker, wondering how I’ll measure up, wondering if I’m really as strong as my father who they hear is stronger than Darth Vader ever hoped to be, how they think I’ll be like Gram and take charge when I’m grown and become a leader of the whole kriffing thing. It’s like the weight of the galaxy is crushing me. I just-” he started crying and sputtered, making Ava’s heart ache, “I just wanted to prove I’m not some useless, arrogant kid. That I can do something to help instead of wasting my time building droids and speeders and goofing off with my friends.”

               “Sweetheart,” Ava’s heart broke and she wished she could pull her son into her arms, but his injuries wouldn’t allow for it. Poe again had his hand on Luke’s shoulder, trying to comfort him as best he could given the physical limitations of the small space. Ava cupped her son’s face in both hands, making him look her in the eye. He couldn’t, his long dark lashes veiling his gaze, downcast eyes streaming tears that he didn’t bother trying to hold back any longer. She ran her thumbs along his cheeks.

               “Listen to me,” she said in a firm, gentle voice. “You are allowed to be a kid. You are allowed to waste time and play with your friends. You’re allowed to enjoy the things that thirteen-year-olds enjoy like building speeders and learning to fly without any motive other than flying. I don’t understand the pressure you must feel when you hear people talking about your Gram or your Uncle Luke, or even your father, but you don’t owe anyone anything. Do you understand?”

               Luke reluctantly nodded, sniffing and then licking his bottom lip.

               “We want you to enjoy your childhood because we didn’t really get one,” Poe added. “It’s something we’ve fought really hard to give to you.”

               “I don’t understand,” Luke squinted at them. “You’ve told me stories about how you used to play together with my father when you were kids.”

               “You know my mom died when I was eight.”

               He nodded again.

               “I had to pick up a lot of the things that she would have done for me and my dad,” Poe elaborated. “I learned how to clean up our quarters, wash clothes, even how to cook a little. My dad counted on me for a lot and I had to fend for myself. I had to grow way too soon.”

               “I hadn’t thought about that,” Luke mumbled.

               “And since I was an orphan by the time I was six, I had to fend for myself pretty much all of my life,” Ava added.

               “But Mom you said you had an aunt who took care of you,” he interjected.

               “If by took care of me you mean taught me to cook and gave me a place to sleep, then yes,” she nodded. “And I started my Jedi training at eleven. Luke tried to let us be kids still, sometimes, but it was still training and a lot of work. There wasn’t much time for fun.”

               “We want you to be a kid the way we couldn’t when we were your age,” Poe sighed. “We’re not trying to hold you back. We’re giving you something we couldn’t have. I hope you understand that.”

               “Yeah,” Luke sniffed again and rubbed at his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

               “I’m sorry too,” Ava kissed him on the forehead. “Maybe we should have talked to you about all this more before this happened. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.”

               “I’m sorry, Mom,” he reached for her with his good arm and Ava gave him a half hug, trying not to jostle his broken collarbone or press on his broken ribs. She held him as tightly as she dared for as long as she dared. He didn’t shrug her off, so she lingered a while, still a little afraid of losing him, despite the doctor’s saying he’d be fine in time.

               “Come on,” Ava sat up finally, wiping her misty eyes. “We’ll finish packing up our stuff and get you a shirt then go home.”

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