#she has been calm and rational long enough. it is time for her to fuck some shit up

[e-the-village-cryptid]

let 👏 bix 👏 kill 👏

#bix caleen #andor #she has been calm and rational long enough. it is time for her to fuck some shit up #heal from ptsd by murdering everyone who ever wronged you #we saw flashes of her temper before she reined it in and it sparks for sure. what if she stopped reining it in #an e original

[lafayette-paw-arts]

HCs for each of the pairings (two of the vees) in the polyvee? Like their dynamic when it's just the two of them.

Oohh, love this question!

Velvette and Valentino will debate fashion for hours while doing makeovers (Vox doesn't see the appeal) they'll watch shitty tv shows in the bathroom and pick it apart while Valentino does Velvette's hair or while she applies a mud mask onto his face. There's been more than one time where Vox has walked in on the two of them having turned the penthouse bathroom into a spa and they've used the bathtub for a mud bath.

Other times Velvette and Valentino will have intense gaming sessions competing to see who is better at (insert game here) it's always changing. They make up stupid rules, they accuse each other of cheating, they throw out random things they get if they win. (More than once Vox's ass has been a reward for winning without him even knowing they're doing this)

Valentino and Vox will rent out a whole movie theatre for themselves. They'll eat snacks, talk loudly since there's no one to shush them and they'll just rip the movie apart even if they like it.

Valentino will often drag Vox out to dinner in a dingy diner that Vox is pretty sure wouldn't pass any sort of health inspection even for hell, but Valentino enjoys bringing him there for a little private date so he allows it. He'd die again before admitting he likes the food there tho.

Vox will take Velvette out to fancy dinners at expensive or trendy resturants and they'll talk for hours about almost anything. He's very charming not that Velvette would ever admit it out loud of her own accord. Then they'll usually end the night getting gelatto from Velvette's favourite place and slowly walking back to the tower continuing to talk, maybe a little lighthearted teasing thrown in.

There has been a few times when Vox has convinced Velvette to "play spies" with him. He'll allow her to dress them both up in whatever spy outfit she wants, and their task is to snatch something off Valentino without him noticing them, funnily enough they've yet to succeed, but they've gotten close before, they find it fun.

As for the dynamics there's a couple of fun things

Velvette and Valentino being the chaotic gossipy bitches who have been trying to come up with a way to get Alastor’s head on a silver platter for Vox- as an anniversary gift

Velvette and Val are chaotic people- more so when Vox isn’t around to reign them in. He has gotten calls from a fucking imp prison because Velvette ended up here… with Valentino’s encouragement

Velvette and Vox- They are… weirdly calm. Velvette seems to almost feed off the energy in the room. So if Vox is calm she’s pretty much on the same wavelength. Sometimes they’ll just sit there and scroll through social media or work. (Just kind of enjoying being in the same space even if not actively doing something together)

When Velvette isn’t calm it’s a different story. Long rants- sometimes telling Vox to find a universal remote and mute himself. He knows to just sit and listen and wait so they can talk rationally about it.

Valentino and Vox are not on the same wavelength but simultaneously are. They don’t need to talk to do a task together because they’ve known each other so long. If they are cooking together for example: (more like Vox is cooking and Val is handing him things) Valentino will rant and rant to Vox about the studio. And Vox will passively listen and make him see logic by treating him like a toddler sometimes. Meanwhile, they’re flawlessly handing each other things they need. Whisk? Handed over. Valentino shutting a pantry door that Vox almost backs into

It’s no offence to Velvette but most of the time if Vox is angry he goes to Valentino. Even if it’s not the smartest move. Sometimes you need someone to be angry with you. To take you to a shooting range or axe throwing or something. To a damn rage room (that’s not recommended for Vox anymore because Val almost hit him with a bat.)

Hope I gave you what you wanted!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #the vees #valentino #vox #poly headcanons #polyamory #staticmediamoth #staticmoth #mediastatic #mediamoth

[nightghoul381]

Silvio 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty Premium End

Returning from my voyage ahead of schedule, Emma showed me a faded treasure map.

I didn’t even realize at the time that this was a gateway to my dark past…

Emma stared at the map so intently as if she wanted to go, and the words spilled out involuntarily.

Silvio: “Do you wanna go to the island?”

Emma: “What, is that okay? I really want to go!”

Silvio: “How refreshingly honest of you.”

Silvio: “It’s about as far as a kid can go. It’s not a dangerous island or far enough away to cross the sun.”

Silvio: “It’s just right for an inexperienced voyager like you.”

(You’ve been saying for a while that you want to sail together.)

Emma finally has the opportunity to fulfil her wish, and the corners of her mouth rise in happiness.

Emma: “Silvio, I love you!”

Silvio: “Hey, I always tell you not to hug me outta nowhere like that.”

Emma: “I know you’re secretly happy inside!”    

            

(This woman…)

Silvio: “If you know, don’t go out of your way to tell me!”

Emma: “Wha… mmm, Prince Silvio…”

Half as revenge, I rolled Emma onto the bed, bringing our lips together in a deep kiss.

Kissing for the first time in a few days shatters all rationality, we lose all restraint as our tongues twine together.

(…It’s not every day you get to see someone so happy to go on their first voyage.)

The innocent smile from earlier tickled my chest and a slight ache followed.

(…you’re so different from me.)

The reason I first went to sea wasn’t for longing or anything, it was just an escape.

Silvio: “Fuck you, you old bastard!”

I grabbed a pebble that had fallen near me and threw it into the sea.

The dumb sound that should have been heard was disturbed by the waves, and the pebble fell without a sound.

Sitting on the sandy beach, I clenched my fists painfully, trying to control my anger.

(What did I do? I ain’t done nothing!)

(Which one of us is the kid, acting as if you don’t know me, denying my very existence!)

(The other guys open their mouths too. Compared to Valerio, Prince Valerio is better, If it was Valerio…)

(You ain’t looking at me or Valerio properly, so don’t compare us!)

(Hit your finger on the corner and scream in agony! You idiot!!)

Because the old man hates himself, the strange looks he gives me for such a stupid reason,

How good is Valerio? I’m sick and tired of being compared,

In order to release the pent-up anger, I would regularly come to the sea like this to vent my emotions.

I held my knees and gaze out at the jewel-like shimmer of the deep red-colored water.

(…..)

(…I’ve gotta go home.)

Just thinking about it made it feel like there was a heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders.

When I return home, I’ll have to face another unreasonable and suffocating day, which I can’t do anything about as a child.

I’d gotten used to it compared to when it first started.

Still, if I have the option not to go home, I don’t want to go home.

(I’d be happier diving into the sea and feeling suffocated. That’s how much…)

(I don’t wanna go home!!)

The old man who spits out he’s a kid in that way comes to mind and I angrily throw another stone into the sea.

No matter how many times I come to the sea, I will never be completely free of discomfort, anger or loneliness.

Still, I don’t know how to calm my emotions other than throwing stones or kicking sand.

(I need to hurry up and become an adult.)

The options offered to me now are too few.

Silvio: “……”

Silvio: “…Maybe if I went across the sea, I wouldn’t have to think about all this.”

I didn’t want to use my longing as an excuse to escape.

But even my bravado had a limit at this time.

After that, I rushed through preparations and went out to sea early the next morning, alone.

I had heard from adults about the dangers of the sea, but if I had said anything, they would stop me because I’m a prince and a member of the royal family.

So what. Who would be sad if something happened. No one.

Then I’ll annoy you to no end.

Such a childish rebellion may have been the main trigger that brought me out to sea.

I rowed a small boat out to where I couldn’t see the harbor, and when my arms began to get tired, I let go of the oars.

I leaned back against the luggage and closed my eyes.

Silvio: “…”

Silvio: “…It’s quiet.”

All that could be heard was the sound of the waves hitting the boat.

The sea was quieter than I had imagined and I felt a little scared.

(But there’s no one here to deny me or compare me.)

(…even though I’m lonely, I don’t feel bad about it.)

It’s a dozen times better to feel alone at sea than to feel alone among people you know.

Silvio: “Hmm…there’s something over there… an island?”

The shadow suddenly came into view and I picked up the map behind me and leaned forward to check it.

(Yeah, it’s a lonely island after all.)

(Just looking at the map alone, it doesn’t look like a very big island.)

(Often in stories, pirate treasure is buried on islands like that.)

(…Or I’m really asleep.)

Not knowing how to control my overflowing curiosity, I found myself reaching for the oars and rowing frantically.

I continued to row for more than ten minutes, but the island never seemed to get any closer.

(Damn… I need a break.)

(I thought it’d be easy because it’s a small boat, but it’s tough. It’s taking all of my strength.)

(If I’m going out to sea, I’d rather be with someone else than alone.)

(By rowing the oars one at a time, I can conserve energy and carry half my luggage.)

(…plus, I bet there’ll be treasure to hunt.)

(I guess it’ll be twice as much fun to search for the treasure as it is to find it.)

Silvio: “…”

Silvio: “… ha, that’s bullshit.”

Self-deprecating words spill out of my mouth and I pretend not to notice the rising bitterness as I row the oars.

(Even children know that expectations can be betrayed.)

(No one’s ever gonna accept me and only me, without any titles or ties.)

(I can’t do this for the rest of my life.)

Silvio: “Don’t push there you idiot!”

Emma: “Eh?

Emma: “Whaaaa…!!”

The uncomfortable feeling didn’t come until after entering the cave, when I remembered memories that I had completely forgotten,

Emma got caught in a trap and we were separated.

Silvio: “Damn, I remembered too late.”

I hit the wall vigorously and held my head.

(The treasure, the map, the traps were actually from me as a kid…)

(If Emma gets hurt because of this, I’ll hate myself for the rest of my life!)

(In other words, when you see a treasure map, remember it right away. I’m an idiot!)

(I’ll go to where Emma is for now.)

(If I remember correctly, that trap should have been connected to a spot on the second level of the cave.)

After taking a deep breath, desperately trying to suppress the urge to hit myself,

Running through a number of traps, I was able to join up with Emma without incident, but another problem surfaced.

The problem was exactly what I expected.

Emma: “Will you let us continue our treasure hunt?”

(I knew this would happen…)

Emma grabbed my cloak to stop me from leaving the cave.

Silvio: “I told you earlier, it’s a treasure I hid when I was playing as a kid.”

Silvio: “I don’t remember what I put in there either, but it sure ain’t worth more than a piece of junk.”

Emma: “Not to me.”

Silvio: Ah?”

Emma: “The treasures hidden by you are priceless, Prince Silvio.”

(I expected you would say that.)

(Because you’re interested in anything related to me anyway.)

That, for Emma, is what makes it valuable.

It’s more embarrassing than pleasing.

But it’s more adorable than embarrassing, makes me want to scratch my chest.

(You’re askin’ me to do something for you. I’m weak, you idiot.)

A loud sigh of surrender spilled from my lips.

Silvio: “Alright, keep searching for the treasure till you’re satisfied.”

Emma: “Thank you so much…!”

Silvio: “But from here on, no more hints.”

Silvio: “If you want it enough to beg for it, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Emma: “Yes, I will definitely find it!”

As promised, Emma pushed deep into the cave, map in hand.

I followed behind her while hiding my uneasiness and worry that she may get caught in a trap.

I said it to myself, but I didn’t want to experience the frustration of not being able to do anything even though I was by her side.

~~~

After some time, Emma finally finds my childhood treasure.

It was unexpected, even for me, that I was so pleased to see her running up to me with a big smile on her face that I couldn’t help but be happy with her.

If anything, I was happier than Emma.

(Damn it… I was more of a kid than anyone else, wasn’t I?)

By the time we left the cave and reached the sea, the sky had turned a deep red.

Emma set the treasure box on the beach and looked up.

Emma: “So… Can I open it?”

Silvio: “There’s no way there’s anything important in an unlocked box. You don’t need to ask.”

Emma: “There’s always a ‘maybe’!”

I deliberately raised my eyebrows but crouched next to Emma, resting my chin on my hand.

Silvio: “If there is anything of worthwhile in there, I’ll have to give myself a pat on the back for understanding the value of things as a kid.”

Emma: “Oh, I wouldn’t expect that at all.”

Silvio: “You know what I mean. Come on, open it up.”

(Looking at the box, I still can’t remember what I put in it.)

(I mean, it really doesn’t matter.)

Feeling a little sorry, I poked her arm with my elbow to hurry her along.

Emma opened the lid as prompted and looked inside to find a translucent stone and a faded piece of paper.

My shoulders, that had been raised with tension, fell with relief.

(Thank goodness… No weird stuff in it.)

Emma: “It’s a beautiful stone.”

Silvio: “It’s an agate. You can probably find one on the beach if you look hard enough.”

Silvio: “The surface is so clean, it had to have been polished on purpose.”

Emma: “It think it was worth it for little Silvio at the time, wasn’t it?”

Emma: “Can I keep the agate stone?”

Silvio: “You found the treasure, do what you want.”

Emma: “Thank you.”

(It’s just like you to be that happy because of a rock a kid found on the beach.)

When I was a kid, I never would have imagined that the one who would find the treasure would be my future fiancée.

(The rest is just a piece of paper but what’s written on the back?)

At the same time that I looked at it, Emma picked up the faded piece of paper.

I watched her curiously, wondering if she was thinking the same thing I was, then she gently turned it over.

There, written in a child’s messy handwriting is…

“I’ll make you my number one henchman. Together we’ll acquire all the treasures of the world!”

“First Prince of Benitoite Silvio Ricci.”

My mind went blank and I found myself reaching for the piece of paper in Emma’s hands.

Silvio: “AAAAaaagggghhhh…!!!”

Emma: “Aaaahh! Don’t tear the paper!!”

Whether I wanted to steal it or not, I grabbed the edges of the paper. It’s a tug of war.

Silvio: “Shut up! If you don’t want me to die, let go!”

Emma: “I don’t want you to die or let you destroy it!”

But Emma was a cut above the rest, shaking me off and running down the beach.

(I knew I shouldn’t have let you look for that treasure…!)

(The reason I couldn’t remember wasn’t because I forgot, it’s because it was no good for me.)

(Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been convinced!)

I chase after Emma, but the sand is uneven and I can’t step properly.

(If this happens…)

Silvio: “Damn it, give it back!!”

Emma: “You said ‘do what I want with the treasure’, I also own this paper—”

(Now…!)

Emma: “Uwaah…!?”

I jumped up, wrapping my arms around Emma’s waist, and we fell onto the beach, sliding on the sand.

It’s not how I would have grabbed my fiancée, but I can’t afford to be considerate right now.

(Did I really want to go out to sea so badly as a kid that I would go to the trouble of putting this paper in my treasure?)

(Did I really… want a friend that much?)

I couldn’t tell anyone and still couldn’t give up.

This is a child’s silly little dream, hiding his hopes in a treasure chest.

Once I realized and admitted it, my heart became even more flustered.

(I’m so embarrassed, I want to drown, screaming into the sea…)

(This is just dark history!)

Emma, lying on her back, looks up at me.

The paper was held tightly in her hands.

Silvio: “Give it back.”

Emma: “…Understood.”

Silvio: “Suddenly you’re very understanding. What do you want?”

(This woman says things that are out of the ordinary, which makes me curious--)

Emma: “Prince Silvio, make me your number one henchman.”

Silvio: “…What?”

(What is she talking about? Are you kidding me?)

(No, it’s Emma, she really wants to be.)

(…are you really taking what a kid wrote in the heat of the moment seriously?)

When I was at a loss for words from the shock, Emma’s eyebrows lowered for some reason, as if she had remembered something.

(What did you think this time, busybody?)

Emma: “Since I’m your fiancée, can I not be your henchman?”

Silvio: “……”

Silvio: “Pffft…. Hahaha…!”

Emma: “You don’t have to laugh so hard!”

Silvio: “Of course I’d laugh, you’re making such a blatantly depressed face… Hahaha.”

Laughter spills out incessantly and even I can’t control it. 2613

When I look down at Emma, whose face is redder than the setting sun, she presses her hands to the beach to hide her embarrassment.

(It was a dream I had forgotten, but I can’t just dismiss it as a memory.)

(That said…)

Silvio: “You definitely can’t be my henchman.”

Silvio: “A henchman who gets seasick after an hour would be useless, right?”2618

At my words, Emma smiles dazzlingly.

Emma: “I will definitely cure my seasickness!”

Emma: “I want to do a lot more sailing and treasure hunting with you, Prince Silvio,”

Silvio: “You got my hopes up, I’m not gonna let you give up halfway through.”

Emma: “Of course, I’ll keep all the promises I’ve made to you.”

Silvio: “Ha, you would say that.”

(We’re both blushing, what are we doing?)

(… I look like an idiot, but I’m happy.)

The reason I went out to sea that day was to escape.

But without it, I wouldn’t have been able to remember my childhood dreams and accomplish them in a different way.

(No, if I hadn’t met Emma, I would never have been able to remember or achieve it.)

(Don’t try to make me like you when I’m already your fiancé.)

I don’t care if it’s called an accusation.

If I don’t put some tyrannical words together, I won’t be able to control my thoughts.

(…It’s probably too late for that now.)

As if admitting everything, but still not wanting to be noticed, I deceptively press my lips to hers.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

#ikemen prince #ikepri #silvio ricci #ikemen silvio #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikemen prince translations #ikepri translations #ikepri silvio ricci

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - Trust me I'm not a doctor

“Don’t move.”

Robbie can’t – not for the lack of trying. He can’t lift his arms, and his head feels like it’s full of nails. He can’t even move it to see who spoke to him.

Oh great. I thought you were in a coma or something.

His right knee shifts a little when he tries again. He works his throat – God, he’s so thirsty – but when he tries to speak, all that comes out is a crackling rasp.

“Calm down, I’m coming.” A shadow falls over his face. His vision is blurred and with a start, Robbie realises he can’t see out of his right eye. When he blinks rapidly, he can feel his eyelid struggle under a bandage, and the sharp stab of pain forces another grunt out of him. “I’ll up your painkillers, hold on.”

The nurse – she sounds like a nurse, tired and more than used to people ignoring her advice – fiddles with something to the side of his head. A cool sensation spreads from his forearm thorough his body. He didn’t realise how much he hurt until it all numbs away. His eyes – eye – feel heavy all of a sudden, but he can’t go back to sleep.

The painkiller doesn’t numb away the spike of anxiety in his stomach. He’s in—he has no idea where he is. He can’t move, he can’t remember why he’s here, and he doesn’t know how long he’s been out. What was that about a coma?

“Where is—” His throat feels like it’s riddled with broken glass. “My brother, where—?"

“Sorry, hun, I only just started my shift. Let me get the matron, okay?”

She leaves before Robbie can work up enough saliva to speak again. With most of the pain out of the way, he can pick up other muted noises in the room – people talking one over another, beeping, the steady in-and-out puff of a blood pressure cuff. Some sort of a medical facility, but Gabe wasn’t due an appointment for another week—

Not that bright, then.

What happened? He remembers—he was halfway through the work shift. Kwok was showing him how to switch the maintenance read-outs to English. He has a job – Corporal Navos got him a job in the Shatterdome. Fixing support vehicles. Fat chance he still has it if he landed himself in a hospital on day one. Gabe was in the school-prep thing, they said he needs to attend it for at least a week so they know which classroom to assign him to. He was so excited in the morning. Kids at the base have a special rations program, he was going to get dessert after lunch. The last time Robbie was able to get his hands on anything with sugar in it was back in LA.

There is no way in hell he can afford whatever IV he’s hooked up to. The school-prep was supposed to wrap an hour after his shift – has it been less than five hours? Maybe he can work off the difference at nights. He wasn’t really in a coma, was he? He feels—his fingers move if he really concentrates, he’s not paralysed or anything.

The opposite of paralysed! We finally moved, baby!

“Moved what?” he rasps. He didn’t hear anyone come over, and how did they—

Wait. You can hear me?

Everything crashes back all at once. The Colonel asking to see him – worrying that Navos was full of shit and they’re about to get kicked out – going into the jaeger hangar – reaching for the helmet—

He saw his dad, washed in blue like an old security recording. Robbie only has one photograph, creased from being folded and re-folded over the years, the right side torn off, but it was definitely him, strapping into the same spot in the jaeger’s cockpit Robbie was stuck in, laughing at something while he checked the wind projection. It better be a quick one, he said. Juliana wants to see a movie tomorrow night.

The beeping picks up the pace. Robbie tries to breathe normally. He thought he was dying. He thought it was one of the memories from Before, finally unlocked because he was dying. What the fuck happened? Why did The Charger trigger a drift? He could have died. Navos doesn’t even live on base, nobody would know to contact her – and why would she even take Gabe in? She already did them a huge favour, she didn’t owe it to Robbie to take care of Gabe because he’s gone and got himself killed—

“...surprisingly well, considering—oh, he’s still awake.”

“That’s... good?”

“We’ll see. Mr Reyes, can you hear me?”

He tries to nod. His neck is in some sort of a brace, that’s why— “Yes,” he says. Speaking comes easier now that he has some adrenaline to go on. “Gabe, is he okay?”

“His brother,” the second voice advises. It takes Robbie a second to recognise it as Colonel Ivanov. “He’s fine, Robbie, we have a facility for unattended minors.”

“He has—medication,” he says urgently. “He has to take it regu—” he chokes halfway through the word, his throat spasming like someone put their hands around it and squeezed. His right eye burns. For a moment, it feels like he’s back in that cockpit, hanging onto the helmet and—

And then it stops.

“...to be expected. Perhaps we can send someone to fetch the brother?”

“You do that, doctor. I will stay with the boy.”

There is a moment of offended silence, then the sound of steps. Ivanov drags something over to Robbie’s cot – a chair – and for a second, he catches a glimpse of the man’s face. A distant sort of fury boils in his chest.

“You’re alright, son,” the Colonel says. He sounds—tired. Not relieved or surprised. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t that bad, maybe it was all just a— “That was a close call. I don’t know how you activated The Charger, but you’re lucky to be alive.”

Robbie swallows. “I can’t move.”

“Well, you are drugged to the gills.” Ivanov taps something at the side of the bed. “I’m no doctor, but you seem to be fine.” He pauses. “Listen—”

“I’m sorry,” Robbie cuts in before he can stop himself. “I don’t—I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean to—”

Silence. Then: “No harm done, thankfully. But... If you have question, come to me first, yes? The techs get... very precious, about the jaegers.”

Robbie can’t nod. “Yeah. Yes. I will.”

He can barely feel the pat on his arm. “Good boy. Doc will be back with your brother soon. You should sleep now.”

“No,” Robbie protests. “I—Gabe, I need to—”

“He’s coming.” Ivanov chuckles. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He leaves without another word. Robbie can only stare at the tiled ceiling and wait.

#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU #robbie reyes #Yegor Ivanov #Eli Morrow #I've heard this chronological thing could work

[scoops-aboy86]

This is a fun one, in spite of Steve’s parents. 😜

🔞 Seven Christmases pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Harringtons (1294 words)

rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, weight gain, belly kink, stuffing, steve has a praise kink, fluff, they’re in love

Steve’s parents have apparently never heard the one about giving family a break on the holidays. They know that Eddie isn’t just a roommate, a fact which they’ve accepted with quiet sourness only because Steve is discreet about it in public and no longer asks them for money. 

Maybe it doesn’t help that he walks into the house holding Eddie’s hand, but fuck it, he needs the support. 

“How are you these days, Steven?” his mother asks with a picture perfect plastic smile. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you.”

Steve takes a deep breath, consciously unclenching his jaw before he gives himself a tension headache. Beside him, Eddie squeezes the hand he’s holding and absently reaches for the small dish of mixed nuts on the coffee table—one of only two concessions his parents have made to having guests in their home. 

The second is a glass each of some spiced, expensive booze that all four of them are nursing through the stilted conversation, and since Steve is driving he can’t even enjoy much of it. He can feel his father’s judgemental eyes on him every time he takes a sip, as if Richard Harrington hadn’t been the one to pour it himself, completely unprompted.

“Fine,” Steve says, leaning forward to set his glass down on the coffee table and nudge the bowl of nuts closer to Eddie. He watches his parents eyes track its movement with laser-accurate focus. “I’m still an EMT. It’s hectic, but I’ve got a pretty good schedule worked out.”

His father raises an eyebrow. “Imagine if you were a doctor, you’d be able to set your own hours. If you’d had the grades for it, the pay alone would be—”

“The pay’s not an issue,” Steve cuts in with a tight smile. “Eddie makes more than enough for the both of us, dad. Especially with the latest book out.”

“Oh,” his mother says politely, looking up from the nuts to Steve as though Eddie weren’t sitting right next to him. “What’s it about?”

They do this every time. He’ll give a brief summary, or Eddie will, and his parents will nod and smile in a way that doesn’t reach their eyes and retain none of it. Fantasy is the absolute last genre they’d voluntarily read anyway. 

So this time Steve just shrugs and says “Fairies.” Beside him, Eddie gives the snort of smothered laughter he’d been hoping for. 

As the conversation drags on through the most awkward small talk known to man, Eddie is suffering. Not as much as Steve is, he knows that, but he’s trying so hard not to fidget that it’s driving him a little bit insane. It’s an old problem, one that he would ordinarily snack his way through because that’s calming. The nuts are… well, they’re pretty bland actually but the texture of them against his teeth as he chews does help, a little. He has to ration them, though, because the bowl isn’t that big. 

What’s also driving him to distraction is the judgment. Patricia Harrington, in her prim, proper, slim white dress, keeps eyeing him like she wants to slap his hand away from the food and tell him he does not need any more. 

And look, Eddie’s always been contrary. Deep down, that look makes him want to eat until his gut feels all tingly and he can’t move for fear that he might pop, every breath coming shallow and labored and riding on the wings of half-swallowed moans while he still forces more down. It hits him like a wave every time he notices her doing it, so when ol’ Dick launches into a tear about how it’s a young man’s folly to rent an apartment instead of buying a house (“It’s an investment, Steven. I know financial savvy has never been in your wheelhouse, but you should listen when I tell you—”), Eddie thinks to hell with this and rides it. 

He stops sucking in. 

Not that there was much he could do to look smaller than he is, but it’s enough to feel where his pants are starting to cut into his belly. See where his body pushes out against the confines of his sweater, which isn’t quite tight but can no longer be described as loose. He shifts his legs the way he had at the Wheelers, only this time it’s purely for comfort. Spreads out a little, relaxes back into the cushions a little more to take the pressure off. 

The best part isn’t even the almost imperceptible double take Mrs. Harrington does the next time she deigns to glance at him. No, the best part is that Steve, distracted as he is, does on autopilot what he always does at home when Eddie sits back like this. 

Steve picks up the nut bowl—which no one else present has so much as touched, otherwise—and plops it down on Eddie’s thigh so it’s still within easy reach. 

Oh, Eddie is definitely going to have to think of some extra treat for his good, sweet boyfriend, who thinks of him even when stressed beyond all reason by his stupid, stuck-up parents. 

Now both of the older Harringtons are zeroed in on the bowl, and on Eddie, and he fights hard to contain his smirk as he finishes off the last of the paltry snack. He can feel Steve gravitating towards him as he catches up with what’s happening, snaking an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. No matter how much the Harringtons think he’s a slob with no self-control and their son could do better, they are a united front against the straight, upper middle class agenda. 

“Well,” Eddie says, popping the last few cashews and peanuts into his mouth and washing it down with the last of his drink, “this is great, really. You have a lovely home. But I gotta go drop the kids off at the pool, if you know what I mean.” He rocks forward and hefts himself up, then turns back to his boyfriend with a bright smile. “Stevie, would you mind showing me where the bathroom is?”

“Uh,” Steve says, hurrying to follow. “Yeah, sure, it’s… It’s this way.”

“I should check that the soup is ready,” Mrs. Harrington announces behind them, voice tight with disapproval. 

“You maniac,” Steve hisses as Eddie hustles him through the bathroom door and clicks the lock. “You practically lived here for an entire summer, you know where all the bathrooms are.”

“They don’t know that,” Eddie points out, and pulls Steve into a heated kiss by the front of his forest green button-down, spinning to push him against the door. “Had to get you outta there before I ended up needing to throw down the gauntlet and defend your honor in combat, sweetheart. Even with the new gloves, I’m not totally confident I could beat another murder charge.” 

Steve starts to retort, but the words die on his tongue as Eddie leans his weight against him. Not all of it, just enough to get his point across and Steve’s eyes to widen subtly like that, mouth dropping open, cheeks going a sweet pink. 

“Yeah, that’s better,” Eddie cooes, reaching down to start undoing Steve’s belt one-handed. “It’s my happy fate to release you, the handsome prince, from the thrall of the evil king and queen with my manly wiles.”

“I thought we, we weren’t—” 

Eddie kisses him again, getting into Steve’s pants and stroking his suddenly very interested cock through his underwear, swallowing the resulting moan. “You don’t get to unwrap your present yet. But baby?” He nips hard at Steve’s bottom lip and gives him a wolfish grin. “You’re a treat, and I’m famished.” And he slides down to kneel at Steve’s feet. 

“Fam…? Wha-aaaah-ha-haaa, Eddieohfuck—”

Part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

#scoops words #wg steddie #chubby eddie munson #feedee eddie munson #chaser steve harrington #feeder steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #scoops - do not unwrap fic

[electricbluebutterflies]

act like it

Joel/Tess, PG-ish, also on ao3.

Prompt - trying to mask jealousy (thank you @seethesunny)

Tess is trying to be calm. Tess is really, really trying to be calm. Tess is also very aware of every weapon on her body right now and how to use all of them and-

Honestly, fuck calm.

She shouldn’t get like this, she knows. Shouldn’t get tense when all she’s doing is watching-

He don’t even know, she thinks. She’s not sure how comforting that realization is, but she’s taking what she can get.

The problem with her choice of life partner, Tess thinks sometimes, is that sometime before she happened to him Joel stopped realizing how easy he is to look at, and any attempt at subtle flirtation gets nowhere with that man, hell, she gets nowhere unless she’s topless or kissing him or-

Watching someone else try is still not a good time, even though she knows they’ll get nowhere. Maybe even worse because of that.

She wouldn’t describe herself as particularly subtle or perceptive either, and she didn’t seduce so much as decide she wanted to get laid and the prettiest option in that dive bar would have to do and she had years of practice with that maneuver, and she’d expected three rounds not the love of her life but-

They’re just in line for rations. Too public. Too tense. Too-

“You see something I don’t see?”

At least he’s aware she’s still next to him, Tess thinks, at least that woman in front of them isn’t that distracting, at least-

“Depends if you were looking at her eyes or her-“

“Aren’t you the one who usually reminds me to-“

“Not like that I don’t,” she mutters.

“What’s got you-“

They don’t fight, Tess reminds herself. Not in public and not about stupid shit. Her anger, passionate as it is sometimes, gets saved for when she can pin him to a wall and-

“Maybe it’s not good form to let somebody else try to proposition you when I’m close enough to hear.”

For that she gets the most blank look she can remember and she’s seen plenty from him, like the idea would never consciously occur to him, like-

She’s the only person he’s wanted like that in a long time, she’s been sure of that for years and damned if she knows how that even happened, why her why-

“Didn’t mean anything.”

“Haven’t told her no either.”

Too public, Tess thinks, too much attention, she had once promised herself she’d never be that kind of awful girlfriend or whatever and she’s just blown through that and-

“You that bothered by a conversation?”

“What part of you bein’ mine and me bein’ yours to anyone else who asks makes you think-“

“What part of nothing meant has you-“

The part where I’ve been in love with you since I figured out you were one of the few decent people left and you have no goddamn clue because you haven’t felt a normal human emotion since the outbreak, Tess thinks and is absolutely never going to say. Instead-

“She’s not worth your time. I’m better.”

“I know that.”

“Act like it.”

#ebf writes fic #joel x tess #queue

[princessmisery666]

Samnesia - Prologue - Questionable Decisions

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary: Now: Sam has to explain to Brooke and Dean why he kidnapped her.

W/C: 1.9k

Warnings: angst, language, kidnapping.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke).

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

Now

The Winchester Brothers were predisposed to questionable decisions. They were born from questionable decision-making stock. Take Mary Winchester and her deal with Yellow Eyes, for example. Or John Winchester and his deal with Yellow Eyes, for that matter. But Sam kidnapping a woman - a very human, non-supernatural woman - from an apple pie suburban neighborhood at eleven-thirty on a Wednesday night was firmly in the top ten on Dean's 'Sam Did a Bad Thing' list, and he'd been very vocal in expressing his feelings on the matter.

“This is fucking bad, Sam,” Dean told him for the hundredth time.  

Sam knew that. He was acutely aware that casting a sleeping spell on a woman was a Bad Thing. He knew it was even worse that he’d literally dragged said sleeping woman into his car and currently had her in his bed. The situation had quickly spun out of control, and he hadn’t been able to rein in his emotions long enough to think rationally, but there was no going back now. 

Dean paced the corridor outside Sam’s closed bedroom door and, rather unnecessarily, continued to lecture his younger brother. “You get that this is beyond screwed up, right?” Dean took a deep breath but didn’t pause long enough for Sam to answer. “You’ve practically kidnapped the daughter of a police chief. Hell, there’s no ‘practically’ about it. Sam, you kidnapped...” he drawled the word, pronouncing every syllable precisely, “...the daughter of a goddamn cop!” 

Had Sam not been on the verge of freaking out, he’d have rolled his eyes. Dean was talking to him as if he hadn’t been the one to knock her out with a sleep spell and bundle her into the back of his car. 

“I know, Dean!” 

He didn’t need the glaringly obvious stated; he needed help. He needed his big brother, his hunting partner. He needed Dean to stop lecturing him and help him work the case. And Sam was convinced there was a case. He just needed his brother to sign on and be the level-headed one. Funny how those shifts in dynamic seemed to sneak up on them in times like these.

Dean grumbled, seemingly having a conversation with himself while he continued to polish a patch on the tiled floor with his socked feet. “Do you at least have a plan?”

“Other than getting her here? No,” sighed Sam. He turned to rest his back on the wall, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling as if he would find the answer to his dilemma there. “I didn’t know what else to do. I just knew something was wrong and that I had to get her away, keep her safe.” 

“Safe from what?” Dean growled. “You don’t know that this has anything to do with you! There could be some logical explanation.” 

Sam was losing patience with his brother. His skepticism wasn’t productive, just irritating. Sam filled his lungs to bark back at him when the sounds of movement behind his closed door disrupted their fight. 

Panic replaced Sam’s annoyance, and he instinctively tried the door handle to check on the sleeping occupant of the room. It didn’t budge. She must have wedged a chair under the knob. Sam caught Dean’s eye, a moose caught in headlights, looking for an answer neither of them had. His half-cocked plan hadn’t even covered her waking up and him having to explain himself.

Dean raised his arms in mock surrender, though his tone was gentle and sympathetic. “This is all you, Sammy.” Dean had a habit of taking the wheel when he wasn’t needed, but the one time Sam wanted him to, Dean took a step back and let Sam drive. Fucking great. 

Sam took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He needed to treat it like any other case, regardless of his personal investment. He cleared his throat and worked to keep the bass out of his voice so as not to sound threatening or intimidating. 

“Brooke?” 

No response. 

“Brooke, I’m so sorry. I know this must be freaking you out, but I can explain.” 

“This should be good. Go ahead,” she said, sarcasm laced with unease in her tone, “explain why some random dude interrupted my date and fucking kidnapped me!” 

“I didn’t... Okay, technically, I did abduct you,” Sam sighed in frustration. He hated to have to talk through the door. He wanted nothing more than for them to be face to face so she could see how sorry he was, how sincere his words were. “But you’re free to leave whenever you want. I just need you to... I’m asking you,” he corrected softly, “to hear me out before you go anywhere. Please.” 

Sam held his breath, almost afraid he’d miss her response. She was silent for less than two heartbeats. 

“Okay. Talk. I’m listening.” 

“Be easier without the door in the way.”  

Her mirthless laugh was loud enough for him to hear through the thick wood. “Not happening. I may be a douchebag magnet, but I’m not stupid.” 

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing. Sorry. It’s just...that’s how you introduced yourself the first time we met. ‘Douchebag Magnet’.” 

The quiet stretched between them and cast even more confusion into Sam’s heart. When Brooke’s curious voice finally came again, Sam felt a swell of hope replace it. “First met?” 

“Yes. Three months ago.” He paused, giving her a moment to digest the revelation. “Brooke, I’m not a psycho. We know each other. We’re in...we’ve been dating. I can prove it.” When she remained silent, Sam’s heart dared to dream that she believed him. He could practically hear the gears as they turned in her brain, could see in his mind's eye the crease of her forehead as she searched for a memory of him. “I know this whole thing is probably scaring you. And if I’m being honest, I’m scared too… but that’s why I brought you here.” 

He was scared, but not about any of the logical things one might fear after committing an abduction. Turning his head, he met his brother’s green eyes and let his guard drop. Dean had been right there with Sam every time they got sent through the wringer, but the fear Sam lived in on this side of the door wasn’t like anything Dean knew. Sam was afraid Brooke wouldn’t give him the time to explain himself, that she’d demand to be set free and leave without giving him a chance to help her. He’d never see her again if she did decide to walk out that door and not look back, and he’d add yet another person to the list of ‘Loved and Lost’ that only grew longer and longer throughout his life.

“I know it probably doesn’t mean much, but I promise I will not hurt you.” 

She laughed again. “Like I said, I’m not stupid, and I’m definitely not deaf. So what if you say you won’t hurt me... What about the other guy?” 

It was one thing for Dean to know about this mess, but to be dragged into it had him leveling Sam with a glare of John Winchester-level intensity. Thankfully, he left it out of his tone when he replied. “Yeah, there’s two of us. I’m Dean, and we’re not gonna hurt you. We just want to help.”

Sam shot his brother a thankful smile as his shoulders deflated a bit, but he knew their promises wouldn’t be enough. He had, as far as Brooke was concerned, kidnapped her. A ‘stranger’ promising not to hurt her wouldn’t gain her trust. He needed something more, something to give her some control back. 

“I need you to promise the same,” Sam started cautiously. This was either a great idea or a very bad one. “If you look in the top drawer to the left of the bed,” Sam instructed, taking a deep breath, “there’s a gun.”

“Dude!” Dean warned in a hushed whisper, slapping his arm to get his attention. “What if she starts shooting?” 

“She won’t. I know her. She’s not the kind to shoot first.” He was ninety percent sure of this statement, but anyone in the given situation would be unpredictable. They didn’t have to wait long before they heard his drawer sliding open and closed, then the scrape of metal as she released the magazine to check if it was loaded. “I know you know how to shoot because your Mom, Dad, and brother are all cops.” 

Wood scraped across the tiled floor behind the door a moment later, and Sam released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He didn’t make a move to open the door, even though he now knew nothing was obstructing his entrance. They all needed this to be on her terms, even more so now that she was armed. 

“Okay, you can come in,” she agreed tentatively, “but only one of you.” 

Sam twisted the knob, but Dean’s hand on his elbow stopped him before he pushed it open. “Are you sure about this?”

“I promise you; she won’t shoot me. She’s too curious not to want answers first,” Sam reassured him. “Although, she might shoot me later when I tell her monsters are real,” he added in a whisper but didn’t wait for Dean’s response before he pushed the door open. 

Brooke stood beside his bed, gun held in a two-handed grip, feet planted to take the brunt of the shot should she need to fire. Even with the weapon in her hands, she looked like a cornered animal. The hairs on her arms, and presumably the back of her neck, stood on end. She was a snake, coiled and ready to strike, and a deer in headlights all at the same time. Sam expected the controlled prowess, but the fear in her eyes was damn near heartbreaking. In the time he had known her, he had never seen that look on her face, and the fact that she was afraid because of him - afraid of him - hurt deeper in his chest than he thought it could. 

Sam raised his arms, crossed the threshold, and took a step to the left. Dean stood in the hall for her to identify him, but his hands were raised as well, the two of them leaving the door wide open and her escape path clear should she decide that’s what she wanted. Sam’s eyes fixed on hers, careful to keep his expression gentle and to move slowly to avoid startling her. 

She regarded him for a tense minute, her eyes running the length of his body, assessing him for a reason he wasn’t sure of until she spoke. “Are you armed?” 

Sam shook his head no and gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it to reveal the waistband of his jeans as he completed a slow turn to show her he didn’t have a concealed weapon. With a pointed look, Dean did the same.

“Sit on the floor, hands behind your head,” she instructed, and Dean obliged. She motioned with the gun to the chair behind the door. “And you, sit. Leave the door open. Hands on your knees.” 

Sam hated her short, clipped tone, but he couldn’t blame her. He was damn sure he would find someone to blame before this was over, though. 

Brooke waited until he’d settled in the chair. “Talk.” 

“Where do you want me to start?” 

“The beginning.” It was phrased as a question, but her tone was skeptical when she followed with, “How did we meet?”

Chapter 1 - Photographs

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[ilikecheeseandchocolatee]

Hi vent time. Please skip if you’re not in the mental space to read me venting.

I can’t really put into words why I’m in such a bad mood but I know getting it out in words will be good for me so I will give it a fucking go.

My dad thinks I’m angry. My right eye has been spewing tears continuously for I don’t know how long. Before that it was spewing water because of my dust allergy which has NOT made the past few days easy to exist in mind you. Now it’s spewing tears continuously and I can’t get it to stop. I’m not angry. I’m just feeling fucking hopeless.

I live in india and we recently moved back here and my favourite thing is always go to onto the terrace of the apartment building and talk walks there if it’s big enough and if not just stand there and appreciate life. It’s one of the most calming things. The terrace is always my go to place when I’m actually angry, and after walking it out a bit I can start thinking rationally again and it’s so efficient. No one has to get hurt by the foul words that come out of my mouth when I’m angry. Everyone wins.

This is a new apartment for us because surprise surprise my parents just can’t seem to live in one place for more than 5 years. Who cares about fucking up m early life am I right. So yeah anyway, all the stuff has just come in, the furniture and shit from the old place. Very dusty and even more so in India so I’m supposed to stay in one room all day. Which doesn’t help much when the previous tenants have broken the stupid door so it won’t lock and keeps opening and the room gets dusty anyway. My nose has been killing me all fucking day and my right eye is itching like I’ve poured salt and pepper into it and let it marinate for a few days. Nothing to do.

My sister’s throat hurts and god forbid she ever get out of her bed so I have to go get her the medicine from the medical downstairs. (Disclaimer: I don’t want to shame my sister for never getting out of bed. I know she has a lot of issues that I can’t start talking about, I’m just a bit frustrated with everything and I’m not making it sound very nice.)

As soon as I step outside wow the “fresh” hair has cleaned up my nose and I feel better than I have all day. So I’m like yeah shit what am I doing at home, and decide to go walking on the terrace for a bit to feel better.

It’s been barely 10 minutes of me walking in my favourite section, when a lady comes up and looks at me. This is south India btw, for anyone who can glean a clue as to how she might behave with me from that description. She is about 10 feet from me when she stops me by yelling HEY ARE YOU NEW TENANT and I’m like yeah and she’s like YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO WALK HERE! GO WALK IN THE BASEMENT/PARKING AREA! ITS IN THE APARTMENT GUIDELINES! YOU CANNOT WALK HERE! GO!

And I’m like gee okay strange rule, so I make for the door that leads downstairs (other side of the building from where she spawned) and wait for a bit, then come out again to check if she’s gone and I can continue walking. The gods love playing games with me. The moment I step out the door she’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE. Looks at me. I turn right around and go straight home.

Tell my parents a woman (she’s apparently the “secretary” I forgot to mention she said that) shooed me off the terrace because apparently we are not allowed to walk on the terrace. I don’t know if non-Indians will understand how fucking weird that rule is. My dad sensed that I was upset for some reason and came upstairs with me to ask the woman if she had yelled at me (she did. I’m autistic, but I’m super fucking sure that the tone she used with me counted as yelling). Find her right there. She is — surprise surprise — walking down the terrace to her own building entrance. My dad goes up to her and asks her if she told me to not walk here. She turns super polite (my dad is slightly scary looking if not really short) and tells him “oh yeah I told her that walking on the terrace is against the guidelines of this society. I told her. I told you na??” Looking at me. I nod. Yep. She did. Then, “I told her she can also go downstairs and see the guidelines. It is downstairs. I told you na??” Looking at me again. I nod. “Yep. You did.” Then she turns to my dad and “See? That was all!” And my dad asks her “well my daughter said you were speaking kind of rudely with her-“ and she goes like “I was not talking rudely! I was talking loudly because we were far away from each other-“ (as if she can’t walk 5 feet in my direction when that was where she went next anyway. Like she literally could have walked closer if she thought distance was the issue. I went closer too.) “-I was just explaining to her the rules!”

At this point I was kinda done. I don’t know what did it. Maybe it was the fact that my dust allergy had made me miserable all day, maybe it was the fact that I could do absolutely nothing to prove her wrong, the fact that she tried manipulatively asking me to confirm it all when she said she was acting innocently. I’m not new to this country. I’m not new to this city. But maybe it’s that I’ve just moved back here from the UK and I’m not used to people being like this. I was pissed off. I’ll admit it, I got angry.

So I turned to my dad and went like “yeah that’s right, she’s telling the truth, IM the one lying. Come on let’s go.”

Bad move. I know. That’s why I don’t like talking when I’m angry. I say stupid things.

I started walking off. Understandably she got mad and accused me of being arrogant and that there’s nothing about truth or lies here. My dad probably tried to apologise to her on my behalf, I don’t know because at that point I was halfway across the terrace and heading to the basement to get a look at these so-called rules that no one had even mentioned to me yet.

I calmed down once I got downstairs, I promise. There were so many eye witnesses, i was civil with everyone. The kids playing and the adults supervising the kids or whatever they were doing. I found the board with the “guidelines”. Read them all. Found the part I wanted to find.

“The terrace shall not be used by any resident for storing personal items and also walking purposes.”

Okay. What if I just wanna stand there. What if I wanna appreciate the sky or whatever shit. Can I do that.

It also said, and I realize this is a huge security risk that’s just going unacknowledged for some reason, but it also said that the security guard will always be at the entrance from 8AM to 8PM and from 8PM to 8AM. Looked around for 15 minutes. Waited. There was no security guard at the entrance. Literally not even in the vicinity, I looked. I had plenty of time to look. He was NOT there. Well that’s violation of the “Guidelines” number one.

Number two. Today is not the first time I’m going to the terrace to walk it out. I’ve gone at least twice before and both times there were people walking. PEOPLE. WALKING. NOT WITH ANY OTHER PURPOSE, I CHECKED BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE BEEN SUPER CONSCIOUS THE FIRST TIME IF EVERYONE ELSE WAS DOING IMPORTANT THINGS AND I WAS JUST WALKING. It wasn’t even just one person it was like either 2 or 3 I can’t remember right now. Besides me. Apparently other residents have also broken the “guideline”.

But okay fine I won’t fucking walk on the terrace if it’s against the oh-so-strict guidelines that I will completely be criminalised for if I break. But I’m allowed to stand there? Right? Nothing against that in the guidelines.

I go home. I tell my parents I would apologise to the lady, secretary whatever, and then I would go up there and simply STAND.

Yeah, my parents didn’t like that. And I won’t go into all the details of why because it was pretty fucking depressing and dystopian. Let’s just say at the end of it I wasn’t angry like my dad thought, I was just desolate and hopeless.

My parents have now known for almost a year now that I’ve had suicidal tendencies since a long long time. I hide it well around them (not willingly) so they don’t notice me. The conversation I had with my dad only made me get more urges. I don’t want to live in a world that lets capitalism thrive. I don’t want to live in a world where people who commit crimes walk free and so innocent people have to stay home just to be safe. I don’t want to live in a world where I could question authority and get massively fucked over for it, with the people in charge making it look like an accident. I don’t fucking want to live in a world where I’m not allowed to question things like “rules” if I think they’re wrong. All I would do is walk on the terrace. Why is that so unallowed. What am I doing wrong. And why is everyone else allowed to do it then. Is it because even though I’m 18 I look like I’m 12. Is it because my face looks like that of a mischief-maker’s. Why is it that if I try and find a loophole in the Sacred Guidelines, the homeowners in this place could do shit to us and get away with it, just for spite. Slash our car and blame it on the kids? Easy, what with the lack of security cameras here. Cut off our water or electricity or internet or whatever and say it was a pipe problem or cable problem or some shit? Easily done. I would have absolutely no power if I ended up pissing someone off here. They could tell us to vacate and move somewhere else in 2 months and we’d have to do it apparently.

Yeah, I don’t want to live in a world this unjust. My dad vents to me saying we really can’t afford to move again, we’re not very well off right now and it would be nice if I didn’t piss anyone off in this apartment. Yeah right father I wonder why we can’t fucking afford to move again. I wonder why you have enough money to buy the latest iPhones for yourself and your witch mother but not enough to support me as a student that keeps having to fucking move around from institution to institution.

My future is in shambles. I don’t know where I’m going to be in the next 6 months. My autism report has made a lot of things make sense and i no longer hate myself for the things that are now explained. I have to deal with my own issues myself because my mom and sister have it hard enough and i have to help my dad help them because he has no idea how to help. If I wasn’t here this family would be a stinking rotting mess. And i have my own sensory issues to deal with, i have other issues not related to my autism to deal with. I have my future to think about because clearly my parents are too busy to help me with that. I have to plan out my future and i have to do it in every chance i get because most of the time I can’t concentrate enough to fucking read a chapter from a textbook much less plan out my future.

And now i can’t walk on the terrace. Or even stand there it seems.

Yeah, I’m in a bad mood. I don’t know when I’ll be in a good mood next. I’m tired. I want to rest. I want to rest in a situation where I know I’m safe and comfortable. Apparently I’m not allowed to do that. Everything is a minefield and I’m trying to make it out without a map, just my senses. I’m exhausted. I want to live alone so I don’t have to take care of 3 other people besides myself. But What’s financial stability Lmao. The millennials are suffering enough, i hate to think about how life will be when I finally finish uni and try to live independently and shit.

I’m just tired and i want a comfortable rest. That’s all I want. Maybe I’ll even be productive if I get that much. I want to wake up and feel rested. I want to go to sleep knowing I’m safe. Why is that so much to ask for. Why do people expect me to live in this world, get 3 A*s, be an academic genius, know exactly how to deal with my mom and sister, and also not get angry at authority, all the while living in this world. Why do people expect me to live.

For anyone who might read this and get concerned, I’m not gonna kill myself, I’m just frustrated. And tired. Enough people have made sure that I’d die of guilt before I could die by my own hand. It just helps to get out my feelings sometimes. I feel better now.

#tw vent #personal vent #tw depression #tw sui ideation #desiblr #capitalism

[storiesofsvu]

Fortuitous Reunion Ch 7

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, angst/hurt/comfort, minor anxiety attack.

Rita’s head shot up at the sound of your keys in the door, she wasn’t quite sure what was going on with you and obviously wanted to find out, hoping that she could help fix it. She moved toward you as you dumped you bag, hanging up your coat, quickly turning to her.

“Sweetheart…” her arms wrapped around you and you gave a wavering sigh as you sunk into her embrace, the warmth immediately bringing you some peace. You felt some of the anxiety begin to melt away as her hands rubbed at your back, her lips hit your head gently.

“Thank you.” You murmured, tugging away enough so you could kiss her. Rita’s hand cupped at your cheek while the other one passed you the waiting wine glass.

“You seem pretty frazzled darling…how unethical are we talking here?”

“Uhm…you mean lying to a patient in order to get another blood sample and then ordering an expensive and very unnecessary lab to test it against my own?” You quickly sucked back a large gulp of wine, honestly half embarrassed at your actions.

“Okay…I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that because you are definitely branching into the world of illegal.”

“I found my birth mother….”

“Oh?” You felt the anxiety bubbling up inside you again as everything began pouring out, the wine found a home on the island while you started to pace, your words tumbling out of your mouth.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m freaking out a bit. I mean, I thought she had some weird vendetta against me for who know’s what reason. I started thinking it had something to do with you, maybe you had history together, but it turns out it’s probably because she’s freaked her daughter’s marrying someone a mere five years younger than her. I mean, I knew she had me at fifteen so she wouldn’t be that old, but the whole warped way that she’s come into my life. It was a damn downward spiral, the moment she turned up in the E.R, the blood type, things started to make sense, I had to pry, I had to figure it out and now part of me’s almost wishing I didn’t know. How am I supposed to just go on in life knowing and having her around and what? Just pretend that I don’t know? I mean, I guess she managed to do it. Or do I admit I know? Do I try to get to know her? How does that even work? What’s her relationship to me when she’s my Mom but didn’t raise me, she doesn’t really know me.”

Rita’s hands grasped at your arms, stilling you in both your pacing and your ranting, your attention suddenly redirected to her.

“Darling…breathe…”

“I know…sorry…” you reached out for your wine, gulping back half the glass while you attempted to calm down.

“You said she was in the hospital, is Liv okay?” Rita’s question had you frozen, glass halfway back to the island.

“I never said anything about Olivia…”

Fuck.

You took a step back, removing yourself from her arms as realization swept over your face. The previous confusement replaced with a hint of betrayal.

“You knew?”

“I-“

“How long have you known?! How long did you let me think that she hated me? Have you been lying to me this entire time!?”

“I never once lied. I was simply withholding a piece of truthful information.”

“Oh don’t pull your lawyer bullshit on me Rita!” You stepped back closer to her, your emotions were all over the place right now and you didn’t have the patience to deal with her trying to weasel her way out of this discussion.

“I’m not trying to. I just need you to calm down, think rationally about this for a minute.”

“Think rationally?! I just found out my biological mom has been all over my life recently, hell she was at my engagement party and I was denied the privilege of even knowing that! How long were you keeping this from me?” Rita sighed heavily,

“A few days after proposing.”

“And what? She just up and told you because she was concerned about my choice of life partner?”

“No…” she pinched at the bridge of her nose, “I pressured her into telling me. I knew she was startled the first time she saw you and I thought maybe it had something to do with an old case. That there was something criminal related that you didn’t know about, I was just trying to protect you. Besides, you’d never said anything about wanting to meet your birth parents before.”

“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t curious!” Taking a shaky breath you pushed your hair back, “I know I was lucky as hell to have the upbringing I did, but there’s always a part of my brain that wonders why she gave me up. And the bigger part of why she decided to stop visiting! Like what, I turn two and suddenly I’m too old for you? Why up and leave out of nowhere? I get it, she was young, but she at least used to love me, even if it was only a sliver of her heart, I was still in it. How do you just stop caring about somebody like that?”

Rita felt her heart absolutely crumbling as she watched you break in front of her. She’d never once seen you like this and she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do.

“Sweetheart…” stepping toward you she hesitantly reached out, giving your hand a soft squeeze, “I’m sure that’s not what happened.”

“Oh God…” the tears were fully starting, “I feel like I can’t breathe.” Pushing past her you scooped up your coat and bag, pulling the door open.

“Y/n!” You felt Rita’s hands around you, vaguely feeling the way you roughly shoved her off you.

“I need some air!” You practically bolted to the stairwell, the door falling shut behind you as you hurried down the stairs.

Rita’s shoulders slumped at the sight of you practically running away from her. She knew she was at fault here, at least partially, she should’ve tried to reason with Benson, get her to talk to you instead of just being distant. She wanted to go after you, but knew there would be no good in that, the last thing she wanted was to upset you even more. You had your phone, it wasn’t even dark out yet, you’d be fine, and hopefully be back before she realized.

Even more so she hated that over the last couple of months, your relationship had been under a pile of stress, she’d attempted to bury it with affection but everything just came blowing back up in her face. Ever since she’d given you the ring, things were fine for a couple of days, and then it became a world of secret keeping and avoidance that lead to the events today. The two of you rarely fought, and when you did it was usually only small bickering matches, and you certainly had never ran out of the house like that. She swore, if she lost you because of Olivia Benson she would never let the woman live it down.

*

You weren’t even sure how long it had been, but you were aware of the skies beginning to darken around the city as you meandered through the park. Originally you really had just been having some form of anxiety attack, just being outside and in the slightly chilled air helped you calm down. You absentmindedly wandered down to the park, eager to burn off the pent up energy vibrating just under your skin. Eventually you found home on a bench, watching the water while your brain tried to process everything that happened in the last twelve hours.

You definitely weren’t totally sure how you’d ended up where you were, but for once you just followed your instincts and your gut, leaving your brain out of it for once. After all, wasn’t that what you’d done earlier? You timidly reached out a hand, knocking on the apartment door, suddenly feeling like you were ten years old again.

“Y/N? I…didn’t realize nurses made follow up home visits.” Olivia half teased, okay, you were at least somewhat headed in the right direction. “How did you even find out where I lived?”

“Let’s just say I’ve done a number of frowned upon things today and figured why quit while I’m ahead? But maybe let’s not talk about that because I’m suddenly remembering you’re a cop.”

“Is…everything okay?”

“No. And I got into it with Rita and that’s really not helping.”

“Over a case?”

“Not exactly….” She noticed the red of your eyes, the way you were wrapped around yourself and half avoiding her eyes.

“Did..you want to come in?”

“Please.”

“Have a seat.” She gestured to the couch before locking the door, briefly pit stopping in the kitchen, handing you a glass of wine as she settled into the arm chair perpendicular to you.

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking a sip. “I’m sorry for showing up here like this, I just…wasn’t sure what else to do…”

“Okay?”

“I know…” your eyes flicked up to hers, watering with tears.

“Rita told you?”

“No.” You took a heavy breath, “though that’s why we got into it. But…something just clicked at the hospital. Dr Klassen had me pull your medical history, I saw an admitting form with the same date that I was born and I just had to know. You can deny it all you want but the DNA doesn’t lie.”

“That would be the unethical part? There was no lab mess up?”

“No..” you wiped at a stray tear, “those vials are basically indestructible. Sorry..for, invading your privacy and all.”

“Wanna talk immoral I once ran my DNA through the system to see if I had any other relatives and ended up tracking down a half brother. So, I think we’re even on that front.” You let out a watery laugh, at least you knew she wasn’t going to go full cop on you for breaking the rules.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Olivia felt her heart quicken, knowing the types of questions you must have.

“I know you were only fifteen…and that neither of us would be where we are in life if you hadn’t given me up..but..why…why did you stop visiting? Did you…not want me at all anymore?”

“Oh sweetheart…” her own eyes began to fill with the tears she thought she might have been able to hold back, “I wanted to keep you. I really did. I fought tooth and nail with my Mother over it. A Counsellor at the clinic was the one that helped me realize how much work it would be, and my Mother…wasn’t exactly present, I’d have no support. They suggested open adoption as the best option so that I would still get to see you grow up, and that I’d know you had a good life, a far better one than I could have ever given you.”

“Okay…”

“When you were born I almost took it all back, getting to see you, hold you for the first time. It destroyed me having to hand you off to people I’d known less than eight months.”

“But you used to visit..when I was a baby?”

“I adored every second I got to spend with you. And then it started to tear me apart, having to leave you behind, knowing that you’d potentially grow up thinking I was your Aunt or something. I wanted a baby more than anything, and have ever since. I wanted to be the one raising you, not just watching you grow up from afar. My Mother was already drinking so heavily, watching her granddaughter being raised by other people was too much for her too, she went off the deep end, I was nearly flunking out of school. After talking with your parents we decided that it was best for everyone if I stopped visiting, they sent a few pictures, letters, over the years but that was the only contact.”

“So it wasn’t that you never loved me?”

Olivia couldn’t help it, call it a maternal instinct, say it was her years of working with fragile victims but she wasn’t about to let her own flesh and blood cry without comforting her. Swiftly moving beside you on the couch she wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a hug, her body relaxing at the embrace of actually hugging you for the first time in years.

“No…not at all. If anything it was that I loved you too much and I knew it was just going to get worse.” You sniffed, feeling her hand brush away a few tears, “when you walked into my squad room my heart just about stopped. I was so worried you were a victim, then I briefly thought you might be the girl Carisi was seeing,” you couldn’t help but snort over that one, “then I was just confused.” You gently pulled out of the hug, pulling your leg under you so you were properly facing her.

“Are…you…okay with me being with Rita?”

“I have zero problem with you being gay if that’s what you mean.”

“And the age difference?” You winced.

“I have no say in who you love, or who you marry. Even if I raised you, you’re an adult, and I trust you to make your own choices. While Rita has thrown me a fair share of surprises this year, I know how much she cares about you. Seeing the two of you together at the engagement party? You’re completely enamoured by each other, and you’re going to continue to make each other incredibly happy, I know it.”

“Thanks.” You sighed, wiping the last of the tears from your cheek. “Where…do we go from here? I mean, it appears we can’t completely keep out of each other’s lives, but…I can steer clear from the precinct, hand off patients to someone else?”

“Oh, no! Honestly we all prefer when it’s you and Sophie, you actually have more of an understanding of how to deal with it. And…we can figure things out. I never meant to come across like I didn’t like you, I just didn’t know how to approach the entire thing.”

“Just waited for me to commit a few HIPPA violations to figure it out.” You joked.

“Okay, let’s not go there. Besides, you’ve got the best defence attorney in the country at your side.”

“True.” You smiled weakly, “uhm…I would really like to get to know you, if…you’re okay with that?”

“I would really like that.” She smiled back at you, and honestly, you felt your heart warm, knowing that she wanted to know you, unlike the complete opposite of what you had thought.

“Okay.”

“We can grab coffee next week?” Her hand reached out to the side table, picking up a business card, “my cell’s on the back. But now…I think you should get home because I know there is a very worried fiancée waiting for you.”

“Oh! Fuck.” Your hand shot to your pocket, and sure enough there were a few missed calls from Rita, “I didn’t even realize how long I’ve been gone, shit.” Olivia laughed softly as you both rose from the couch, moving back over to the door. “Thank you.” You smiled, and easily accepted the soft hug that she bid you goodbye with, not missing the call for you to get home safe.

Flagging down a cab, you were thankful to be home within twenty minutes, hating that you’d kept Rita waiting so long already, time had simply slipped by without you even noticing. You weren’t surprised to find her on the couch, her head shooting back at the sound of the door opening, half of you was a little surprised she wasn’t working though.

She quickly moved though the room to you and you fell into each other’s arms in a tight warm hug, the love wrapping around the two of you while you murmured apologies to each other, the previous words of the day fading away completely. You forgave her for not mentioning it, knowing that Liv was the one that asked her to do so. She wasn’t aiming to hurt you, she was just aiming to keep a friend’s trust, and you could value that. Rita curled you against her on the couch, kissing your head softly while the two of you polished off the bottle of wine from earlier, she listened to you get out your emotions, talking over the conversation you’d had with Olivia, and how you hoped things would begin to move forward positively. She admired the way the two of you were working things out, and reassured you that she loved you no matter what happened.

After all, that was all that mattered.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #law and order svu #fortuitous reunion #rita calhoun fanfiction #rita calhoun series

[ad-hawkeye]

Hi! I read your blog and you wondered for a Vyn stan's take on his 2nd anniversary card. I am a Vyn stan and I really really love that card. Also, as far as I know most of my fellow Vyn stans love that card too.

His proposal card is an antithesis to his confession card. In his confession, he asked MC to wait as he prepares a perfect time and venue to confess in his personal chapter 4 when MC was about to tell him her feelings. Everything went according to plan, everything was in control. In contrast, his proposal plans were disrupted, he was also going to ask MC to wait as he prepares for their future when MC asked him why he was so busy but then everything went haywire, he panics and he just decided to "fuck plans" and decided to propose on the spot.

His proposal is so endearing and so sincere because he is a perfectionist. For him, everything must be perfect, every situation must be within his control. He has always been calm and rational but when it comes to MC, his emotions tramples rationality. His behavior in this proposal is a culmination of the development Vyn underwent as their relationship became deeper.

During their time together, Vyn has slowly let his guards down. He was afraid at first to show his "imperfect" side but MC assures him that it is fine, that she accepts every side of him; that even if he falls into the abyss, she will be by his side and lift him up. Because honestly, Vyn has issues that stems from childhood. Vyn became more and more comfortable to show his vulnerabilities and to confide his fears.

Their relationship is equal, Vyn supports her as MC supports him. They respect each others thoughts. They always talk about their issues and come up with solutions. They learn and grow from one another.

The bathroom scene is hot but is also symbolic of Vyn's trust on MC.

Even if he thinks that his proposal was not perfect enough, for me, it was perfectly imperfect. It was "Carpe Diem". He was willing to let go of all his plans out of his "desire" to propose not because it is "time" to propose.

An added bonus is we finally meet his mother and see their relationship which adds to his family lore.

Sorry for the long ramble, I just can't help myself 😖 I could go on more and more into detail why his proposal was perfect but I think this is long enough and it'll be incoherent hahaha

I haven't read Artem's proposal card but I'm sad that it was like that. He's my 2nd favorite though I haven't been following his relationship progress. Perhaps they will address this issue in the future?

YES!!!!! THIS IS THE INPUT I WANTED TO HEAR SO BADLY!!! oh my god don't apologize at all, i genuinely think vyn is a fascinating character and this card, like i mentioned a while back, did actually shoot him up on my preferences list. i love it when characters have contrast, so someone like vyn who MUST have control of a situation having his proposal fall to shambles was so SO endearing to me. this type of human error is why artem's older cards appealed to me, so i was so happy to see vyn get similar treatment.

thank you so much for reaching out, anon! i'm genuinely so so happy and thrilled to hear most vyn stans liked it; i was afraid it wouldn't be liked due its departure from the typical "vyn is in control" deal because i really liked how OUT of control he was. for Everything.

even for someone like me who finds it hard to get into fanservice, it did its job character wise, and didn't feel like it betrayed vyn as a character (in fact it matched w the vyn w no control deal), i just wasn't sure if vyn stans felt the same way.

cannot express this enough, i am SO glad vyn got such a funny and endearing card. hoping you get more like it in the future! i'll leave it here since i have nothing more to add, this meta for vyn is so concise and wonderfully written, i adore it.

#asks #anon #tears of themis #tot spoilers #vyn richter #this deserves to go in the tag #what a lovely bit of meta for him seriously #meta

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 3 of Whumptober 2022: Say goodbye

Day 3 of Whumptober 2022!

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

Ludwig Richter is a former gravedigger turned archeologist who wields a rifle and a battle shovel named Charon that I play in a TTRPG.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42126432 (AO3 link)

Say goodbye

The graveyard behind his church is quiet as usual. Though nowadays “silent like the grave” can be applied to the entire town.

Ludwig, who is now the only gravedigger on the island, pants as he approaches the fallen beast. His second one today. He shot it three time and then hacked at it with Charon, his combat-upgraded shovel, until he thought it went down. But it is still drawing breath which is unacceptable. After everything its flock has done to his family and his island. What they can do to another if they continue on their way. He will not put his rifle down as long as he can see even a single one of them alive.

“You fucks have ruined everything!” He shouts at the creature unable to control his rage anymore. He has been bottling it up for the two weeks since the irruption began.

The beast looks up at him and snarls weakly as it tries to crawl away. Its wings are useless now. And Ludwig knows these things do not have enough of a bond for anyone to come help it.

“Zach had to leave! Escapade skipped town! I have no fucking clue where to find either one of them! I doubt the church is going to let Zach come back! His parents are way too fucking important for that. And Escapade is Escapade! You won’t find her unless she wants you to.” He sighs, knowing well that this thing does not understand him but if he stops now, he might not get a chance to let it off his chest again. “And I have no clue if she will want to meet me again. And then! When I thought it could not get worse. One of you bastards ate Norbert! He was like a bloody father to me! And now I’m all alone! Digging graves for an endless stream of corpses your kind produces! I haven’t seen a living person in two days! The town is empty! Everyone is either gone or dead! All thanks to you!”

His hands are shaking and his eyes fill with tears which he refuses to let fall. He has to clear his throat. He has not spoken much lately. Not a lot of people dared to stay in town as it was being invaded. And not a lot of those who stayed stayed alive.

Ludwig grabs his rifle once again but then takes a long deep breath to calm himself down. Now is not the time to be wasteful. Bullets are a very limited resource.

He hangs the rifle off the nearest gravestone and tugs Charon out of the dirt. At the end of the day this is just an animal. A dumb beast that can’t be blamed for its desire to feed. He needs to approach this rationally.

It is hard. He wants to blow it brains out but if he does not keep himself in check, he might succumb to the flock and the difficult conditions they brough with them next.

He approaches the head of the animal. It tries to bite him but does not have enough blood in it to move properly anymore.

“Say goodbye to whatever your need.” Ludwig mutters as he brings the shovel up for a heavier hit. “If you even can.”

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.3 #Say goodbye #oc #fic #whump

[tarlos-spain]

I find myself in pieces

Summary: After Carlos being injury during a call, his life and TK's changes forever. He has to learn that his love doesn't end when you wake up and your legs doesn't work anymore, although that jorney is a very long and hard one for both of them

Notes: Just to let you know, this work was born for Whumpt June but it's taking longer to get it done because it's a very difficult path for Carlos and TK, with maybe some triggering issues as suicidal thoughts and an attempt, hard fights between Carlos and TK.

Chapter 1 - Self-sacrifice

Chapter 01: Is this my life?

It's a warm spring day, Carlos and Lexi have just finished lunch from their favorite taco stand, and Carlos has not said a word the whole time.

“Are you OK, Reyes?” Lexi asks, offering him a cup of coffee.

“Yeah… No… Yeah…”

“Ok, let's say you’re not OK. What’s up? Everything okay with TK at home? Don’t tell me you’ve fought?”

“No, of course not.” Carlos sighs and looks down at his coffee. “I’m asking TK to marry me after our shift. I have the ring already here.” Carlos touches the pocket of his uniform and feels the little box. “I’m terrified but I know I want to do it.”

“Terrified? Reyes, Carlos. TK loves you, even if you haven’t ever properly introduced him to me as your boyfriend. I guess we’re not close enough friends for me to be invited to your game nights.”

“Didn’t know you were interested in coming.”

“I’m not, I don’t like games. I was joking. The point is, I see how he looks at you during shifts. TK adores you.”

“I’m going to ask him to marry me.”

Carlos bursts out laughing nervously. Lexi has never seen him like that, but the quiet moment is broken when the car radio crackles to life.

"Dispatch to 323-H20 report to 108 Lexington Road for a 10-16. Husband reports wife is armed."

"Copy dispatch, 108 Lexington Road 10-16, wife armed, 323-H20 responding code 3," replies Mitchell, as Carlos flips on the lights and sirens and floors the gas.

Pulling into the subdivision, they soon see a tall, thin, dark-haired man on the porch of 108 holding a girl of about eight years old close to him. There is a short blonde woman in the driveway screaming at him.

Carlos and Lexi quickly exit the car, both on alert. Carlos knows kids in danger are his soft spot. It’s hard to keep calm when the little girl starts crying, scared of the situation.

The woman goes on another tirade of screaming as she sees the two officers, and the girl tries to hide herself behind her dad. Carlos positions himself to be able to get between the couple quickly if needed.

He knows he will be a good detective, because he can see that the woman is dangerous, even if he hadn’t seen the gun yet. But she’s aggressive in her movements and the way she talks. So, yes, he’s ready to do what’s necessary.

"You called the cops you asshole!” the woman shouts. “I just want Jenny."

The little girl clings even more tightly to her father's waist. She’s terrified of her mother and that woman has clearly been drinking a lot.

The man, Jenny's dad, is also very nervous, but Carlos notices it’s not his first time confronting his wife…if they’re not already divorced.

"Kaitlyn, you're drunk, again. I'm not letting you take her till you're sober. I’m telling you, but it’s also the judge’s order.”

"I fucking am not drunk, you bastard. You’re lying, you always lie about me being drunk. You’re just trying to kidnap her, you’re trying to take my baby away from me."

"You're crazy, come back tomorrow sober and we will talk," the husband replies, and Carlos sees things are getting more and more tense. The little girl is crying, she’s so scared that Carlos is about to take her and remove her to a safe place.

"Give me Jenny or I'll kill you," the wife screams, pulling a gun from her waist band.

She points it at her husband but the girl is so close, and the woman is not acting rational, waving the gun around. One mistake and she’ll shoot her own child, so Carlos moves again, so he can take the kid and get her to safety.

But he decides to wait.

At this point Lexi intervenes, letting Carlos get closer to the husband and daughter. But the woman sees it and points the gun again at her husband and the kid.

"Ma'am, Kaitlyn," Lexi calls.

She loses her temper quickly, moves her hand from one side to the other.

The woman stays focused on her husband and Carlos knows exactly what’s about to happen. Apparently the husband is not interested in making things easier.

"Wow, Kaitlyn, threatening me again. Is that the only thing you can do?”

He sounds pissed off, even annoyed by the situation. The gun in his wife’s hand doesn’t seem to matter at all. Then, Carlos sees her finger on the trigger and the whole scene suddenly moves in slow motion.

Lexi tries to get the woman's attention again but to no avail.

"Wait till CPS hears this," replies the husband.

The woman tenses angrily, too many people talking to her at the same time, everybody telling her to do or stop doing things. She loses her temper quickly, moves her hand from one side to the other, and accidentally pulls the trigger.

It feels so slow. Lexi watches in horror as her friend and partner dives for the little child, shoving her to safety as the bullet rips into his back. Carlos is protecting the kid, he promised that nothing will happen to the child, even if he has to put his body in the middle and get shot.

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#911 ls #tarlos #lonestar #911 #9 1 1 lone star #9-1-1 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #summerofwhump2022 #Hurt Carlos #Sick TK #Permanent Injury #Suicidal thoughts #Suicidal attemp

[moosemonstrous]

yep I misspelled Guero in the last one my bad anyway! this has to get posted or I'll never move on

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - calm waters

“What’s with the tracker?”

Robbie belatedly realises this isn’t the first time Guero asked him this question. It’s hard to hear anything with the number of people all eating, talking and moving around in the mess hall. Third shift is always the busiest for food, all three kitchen bays turning out enough trays to tile the base. Over the last week it became rather obvious that Robbie can indeed fit in twice the rations after a six hours training session, but that means he needs to make sure he doesn’t inhale it all before Gabe has finished eating. It’s your damn food. Just tell him to stop fucking around with that tablet and hurry up. It’s assigned reading. He’s been doing tons of his own reading now, that’s good, it’s good that he doesn’t need Robbie to read for him— “Sorry, what?”

Guero points his chin at the black band around Robbie’s left bicep. It’s just him joining in for dinner today, the rest of the guys unwilling to wait until he was finished with the school handover. Robbie’s pretty sure he’s trying to hit on the TA. She doesn’t seem terribly interested, but it’s not his place to point it out.

“It’s for blood pressure,” he shrugs. He’s almost forgot about it, the steady squeeze and release around his arm just part of the general static his head fills with after running suicides. He hates running. His opinion doesn’t count for much in the gym. “I’m—”

“She jumped off!” Gabe interrupts him, finger pressed hard into the tablet screen to highlight a passage. “Robbie, she jumped off the roof! I don’t want her to get hurt!”

Robbie draws a blank. Normally, he’d keep ahead of whatever Gabe is reading so he can reassure him everything will be okay down the line. This whole week, though, he’s been going out like a light the second his head hit the pillow, and he’s not even entirely sure which story this is— “Hey, buddy, it’s alright,” he reaches out to grasp Gabe’s hands as they begin to clench and unclench in distress. “You have to keep reading, yeah? I’m sure she’ll be alright; you just need to keep on reading to find out.”

Gabe squeezes his fingers until his knuckles turn white and does the three-fours breathing a few times. It seems to work, because rather than starting to fidget in his chair he reaches back for the tablet. He nods to himself, steady, before clicking the device back on.

“Don’t forget your food,” Robbie pushes the fork back into his hand. He can feel Guero’s gaze on the side of his face. “What?”

“Kid’s got a lot of feelings, huh.”

“He’s right here,” he mutters. Gabe doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything other than his book, but it doesn’t mean he can’t hear this kind of crap. “It’s okay to get upset about a story.”

Guero frowns for a moment before he figures out the last comment wasn’t really meant for him, but Robbie’s glare definitely is. “Are you—” he glances significantly between Gabe and Robbie’s blood pressure meter.

What a dickhead. Like they’d let you into the academy if you were—“It’s just for monitoring.”

“Monitoring what?”

Aw, he’s worried you’ll weigh him down. Fucking upstart. “I don’t know, it’s not like they’re telling me anything. It’s just a lot of brain scans.”

Gabe had a turn in the magnetic scanner a couple of days ago. It was hard for him to keep still for long enough, but for all that Robbie agonised he’d unwittingly set his brother up to be a test subject right alongside him, Dr Montesi never asked him back. Cho said they were just being thorough – that Gabe’s brain was fine, considering. Robbie is still considering if it’s really worth learning all of those martial arts if he can’t use them on annoying pricks in lab coats.

Meanwhile, Guero’s face goes on a bit of a journey. “Damn. They’re really pushing you forward.”

He sounds like he’s trying to hide he’s angry about it. Robbie puts his fork down just in case. “What are you on about?”

“Is it because of your dad? They’ll really let you pilot Hell Charger?”

“What?” Last Robbie heard about it, it was Cho arguing with Stark about extracting The Charger’s Conn-Pod for further testing. Apparently a no-go. “No, it’s decommissioned. It doesn't even have a reactor.”

Guero crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ve heard the techs talk. It’s getting a refurb. You can just tell me, you know.”

“I’m not going near that thing.” Liar. He hasn’t told anyone what landed him in R&D’s clutches in the first place. Nobody said he couldn’t, not even the Colonel, but it feels like the kind of thing he should be keeping to himself. It’s bad enough that the word spread his dad was a ranger. People look at him and Gabe funny whenever their last name comes up. “Besides, they’re getting a new jaeger any day now, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. You’re the one cosying up to the strike team.”

“I’m not—”

“Forget it,” Guero waves him off. He’s so fucking jealous. Watch it, guys like that will stab you in the kidneys to get ahead. “And if you really don’t know what the tests are for, fucking ask, are you insane? There are like, reps.”

“Yǔyán,” an older woman chides them from across the table. Guero bristles.

“Mind your business,” he barks. Stops swearing, though. It’s one of those weird unspoken rules in the Shatterdome – you’re supposed to keep it civil in the support areas. This is why soldiers tend to stick to their own barracks. It’s kind of embarrassing to be told off by a cleaning technician and impossible to assert dominance with hundreds upon hundreds of other civilians surrounding her, watching.

Cho mentioned they’ve got two sociologists on staff, studying cultural development in the semi-enclosed environment of a Shatterdome. Apparently Hong Kong is particularly interesting to researchers, what with a major city only a short ferry ride away. Sometimes, Robbie wonders if the L.A. base was at all similar. It didn’t really use civilian contractors. He rarely gets to ask follow-up questions when Cho goes on a tangent, and he doubts Guero would know, or care.

“Anyway,” Guero says, still giving the woman a stink eye. “Reps. Get one.”

Yeah, sure. See how long they keep you if you start complaining. And it’s mostly just training now, anyway. There are no new tests, just repeats of the same ones. Dr Montesi wants Robbie to have another full psych eval, but with the intake of new recruits for the academy there’s a bit of a waiting list. Is it weird that he’s relieved, that he has to wait for his turn? Yep. But it’s not like a psych eval will show anything, anyway. Cho seems to be doing everything at such a breakneck pace, it’s nice to know Robbie has a schedule to follow for at least the next couple of weeks.

Funny. That’s how long until the next demon is due.

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #gabe reyes #guero valdez #another one where Not Much Is Happening but uh time is passing we're getting there #i wrote out a whole combat-by-words between tony and ivanov but it's Not Working so #seriously tho if something isn't working do tell me 😂 #i have enough self-esteem to go around

[misssagustd]

Unreleased (4)

"The fuck happened?" You haven't even left the building yet but Yoongi's been calling you nonstop. "You went to his studio? Are you out of your fucking mind? Why did you do that?" "Because he asked me to!!" you screamed into your phone. Yoongi was too stunned to speak. "He what?" You stop at the first bench you see to calm your nerves. "He called me the other day, on my way home from our dinner. He said he can't believe I'm in Korea and asked how long was I staying. He asked if I didn't have plans today can I come over? So..." Your voice trails off, and Yoongi understands that it was at this point that you let your love for Joon take over your rational thinking so off you went to his studio. He sighs. "Do you need me?" You close your eyes. You want to run as far away as possible from HYBE, from anyone that's BTS. "No," you say. "I want to be alone."

Back in HYBE, Yoongi walks over to Joon's studio and presses the buzzer. Once. Twice. Thrice. He was about to leave after the third try when the door opens. Yoongi gives Joon an exasperated look. "Why did you have to do that?" Joon shakes his head. "I didn't mean for it to be this way, hyung. Honestly, I didn't have plans for how to go about it. Up to the last minute I was waiting for her in the lobby I kept thinking how to approach her. The last time we spoke to each other I was too harsh, so I thought I'd try to show her this time I'm no longer mad at her. I didn't know she'd take it the wrong way. I'm really sorry." 

Yoongi knew Joon well enough to know when he was truly sorry, and this was one of those times. It was Yoongi's turn to shake his head. He'll give it to Joon to be the brains of BTS, but he really needs help in handling matters that involve the heart. "I'll be in my studio if you need me."

"Hyung, didn't we both like her before? Why didn't you shoot your shot when we broke up?" Joon was on his fifth bottle of soju and was already slurring his words. "Shut up, Namjoon," Yoongi retorted. It was something Yoongi already buried at the back of his mind. What Joon said was true, but he valued their friendship - no, their brotherhood - so much that he stepped back, under the pretense that he "realized she's not my type." "She's hurting now - I hurt her. Why aren't you with her?" Joon presses on. It takes all of Yoongi's strength not to hit Joon with the soju bottle he was holding. He wasn't even supposed to be drinking; he has a concert tomorrow. "Because she said she wanted to be alone. Of course, I'm bothered that she's not okay. But I'm respecting her space," Yoongi said. 

Joon nods and takes another sip from his glass. "Do you think we'd ever get back together, hyung?" he asks. "If you get your shit together, yes," Yoongi says in a heartbeat. "You're getting her all wrong, Joon. It's like you didn't spend four years of your life with her. Do you think she's gotten over you, and what she did, that easily?  You think she didn't miss you and think of you every single day for the past three years?" Yoongi exhales loudly. "Then how can I start over again? I just gave her another reason to stay away," Joon says sadly. Yoongi looks at him with the pity and annoyance of an older brother to his younger brother. "I'll talk to her."

It's the first day of Yoongi's "The Final". You woke up to your phone vibrating incessantly. The caller ID read "Yoongs", so you pick up after what seemed like his 35th call. "Shibal, you're alive," Yoongi says. "Fuck you, too. What do you want? It's - " You look at the clock on your phone. "It's 7 fucking AM." You roll over to your back. "I'm already actually late for a meeting with my team. But that's not the point. I have an extra QR ticket for tonight because one of my cousins couldn't make it. You have plans tonight? JK's my guest, he's gonna do Seven." His offer didn't sound bad at all. "Hmmm, sure." "You don't sound so excited," Yoongi says. "I have a hangover, Yoongi. But I'm in my right mind enough to understand that I'll be watching your concert tonight. Send me the QR later." "Y/N!" Yoongi says before you end the call. "Yeah?" Yoongi hesitated for a bit, as if unsure if he should be saying something or not. "I was with Joon last night, he wanted to drink. I'm seeing post-breakup Namjoon all over again, Y/N. He was in such a long slump after you broke up that our manager had to drag him out of bed just to get him to the studio or go to our shoots." He pauses for a few seconds. "What I'm trying to say is, I just don't want him to go back to that dark phase. I don't know how he went through it, exactly, but I'm really happy the Namjoon we know is back. He needs to be in his right mind now that we're doing solos. The seven of us aren't always together physically anymore, we can't watch out for him all the time. I'm not asking you to get back together. I just want you to give him a chance," Yoongi finishes breathlessly. Damn that tongue technology. "I have to go, my manager's here. See you tonight."

In the shower, you think about what Yoongi said. He knows you well enough to understand that you were hurt by what happened yesterday, but also shows how much he loves Joon by asking you to do the least you can do - which is to try talking to him again. Yoongi never fails to knock some sense into your head. The question left for you now is - how do you talk to Joon?

To say that "The Final-Day 1" was a success was an understatement. ARMY went wild when JK showed up on stage for Burn It and Seven. Seeing JK up there doing his own thing made your heart swell with pride. When you met him years back, his wide-eyed innocence really got you. It's like you wanted to protect him from everything that will hurt him. Now, he's a grown-ass 26-year-old muscle bunny who can probably take down anyone who dares lay his eyes on you. 

Security escorts you backstage after the concert. You stay in the holding area until one of the assistants fetches you and leads you to the green room, where Yoongi, Yi Jeong (El Capitan to ARMY), and the band were hanging out. "Y/N!!! You made it!" You hug him tightly. "Congratulations, Yoongi! I'm so, so, so proud of you!" You choke on your words as you start to cry. Yoongi pulls back and looks at you. "Yah! Don't cry! There are two more days left!" You laugh as you wipe away your tears. "This is the ARMY in me crying!" Yoongi laughs, too. "Come on, Yi Jeong's hosting a private after-party. I can't stay long 'coz I have to rest. But you'll be in good hands. Also," his voice drops in a whisper. "Joon will be there."

[guardians-of-exo]

Alright, we can all agree that just because you’re on vacation it doesn’t mean you have the right to talk loudly on the phone all night long, right? Right.

#and then she has the fucking nerve to tell ME to ‘calm down woman’ after i politely asked her if she wouldnt mind keeping it down #(or as politely as i was capable of considering i had no sleep the previous night and it was currently after 11pm) #alright i was maybe ticked off enough to then ask her if she was willing to then pay for the sickdays i’m eventually going to have #but i was tired and cranky alright #and I’m so tired of trying to have a rational conversation like the two grown ass people we’re supposed to be only to get spat on #like there is not a single rational thought in her head #and she even says like ‘it’s not even that loud’ #but she herself has told me that she’s deaf on one ear?? #and while i do understand that it makes it harder for her i just still think she should think about how it may affect her own volume #i’ve told her so many times that i literally do not care (much) how much noise she makes during the day #but somehow she’s only ever noisy on nights where I have work the next morning #she cannot even use douche in 20D as an excuse anymore cause I’m pretty sure he hasnt been near her in a long while #she’s just genuinely an asshole #i should not have to feel bad about this #i have to sleep with earplugs every night even though it makes my head hurt #and even with those in and often a movie playing quietly in the background I CAN STILL HEAR HER #I’m so tired #personal #not EXO

[excaliburofficial]

How Feral the Soul Eater Kids Are: Ranked (from Least to Most)

8. Soul Eater Evans

Soul is in the clear. He wants everyone to think he's feral but he's only like a tiny bit feral if even. The most feral thing he ever did was run away from home and ride a motorcycle. Other than that he keeps pretty calm and rational even in the worst situations even with the spooky demon guy in his brain telling him to be a reckless hoe. Do you think that's easy? No!

Even times when he is feral seems to 100% be because of others. Do you really think this guy would have fought a grim reaper on his own without the input of his buddy Black*Star? No! He is far too hinged.

Feral Rating: 0/5 Diagnosis: Not Feral

7. Liz Thompson

Yes she MAY have planned to long con a grim reaper but given what she was coming from that doesn't seem THAT unhinged. What did she have to lose really? And she succeeded in getting a better life either way so it worked out. Good for her.

Feral Rating: 1/5 Diagnosis: Feral by Circumstance

6. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Is mostly in the clear but with caveats. She willingly paired up with Black*Star and willingly goes along with his shit completely unconditionally. Yeah she might sit there and tell Black*Star that his ideas are dumb and reckless or outright dumb, but he doesn't listen and she knows this, and then she just goes with it anyway. Feral behavior.

But credit where credit is due, Tsubaki is very level headed and thinks things through and is clearly thinking things through when she does them, even the more feral things. Seems like she has a plan for Black*Star and is in it for the long haul.

Feral Rating: 1.5/5 Diagnosis: Feral by Proxy

5. Crona Gorgon

Crona is hard to pinpoint because we see them go through so much, but without Medusa's influence they seem pretty hinged actually! Sure, they have a lot to work through, but that's just because of how much they've been through and how scared they are. Who wouldn't be?!

We see that Crona doesn't want to hurt people or do bad things, and that they really just want to care for their friends and recover. They still have a lot to work through, but I believe that they can get there someday! (fuck off manga Crona arc we don't want you here)

Feral Rating: 3/5 Diagnosis: Work in Progress

4. Black*Star

Black*Star is pretty feral and he knows it. Like, dude straight up wants to murder god and then fucking tries it multiple times and when he screws it up is like "Ya know what?? I'll get tehre one day I just gotta beef up a bit" and then he does it?!??!!? Does he even think about it?! No! He doesn't have time for that!!

But ya know credit where credit is due, Black*Star may be inexplicably tied to the idea of surpassing a literal god, but ya know what he gets there. That requires some serious forethought and unwavering resolve there so points to him for that. Still feral but he's making it work for him.

Feral Rating: 3.5/5 Diagnosis: Feral (Ego Type)

3. Maka Albarn

Now I know what you're thinking "Is Maka really more feral than Black*Star?" and the answer is yes 100% absolutely. While she may seem pretty normal on the surface but that's where she gets you! She is unhinged!! She has absolutely no sense of self preservation!!! Or common sense!!!! Do you think Maka sees a serial killer in an alleyway and doesn't stop and think "Hmmm maybe this is dangerous and I should leave"? No! Of course not!! She sees this serial killer and thinks "I'm gonna kick his ass!" and then does it!!! No thoughts! Only destruction! She might look like this tiny twiggy perfect student but let me assure you that Maka is unhinged af and would fight someone to death for a Klondike bar if they pissed her off enough. (Which is easy to do because she's always pissed.)

Also what the fuck is that green juice she downed before studying?! Feral behavior.

Feral rating: 4/5 Diagnosis: Feral (Destructive Type)

2. Death the Kid

Unhinged. Batshit. Absolute fucking madman. Perfection and order my ass this guy would break every bone in your body twice for not putting the dishes in alphabetical order and then double over in tears about it because he didn't break your bones in the right order and is therefore terrible. Then Liz will show up and say "This is dumb lmao you should stop" and then he will and it'll be like none of it ever happened. He won't think twice about it and he probably didn't even think about it once honestly. Does he have a strict moral code? Yes! Does it make sense to literally anyone else? No! He will give you a nice long lecture on balance and protecting humanity and then immediately run you over with his skateboard. His to-do list is a mile long and he keeps erasing important meetings for shit like "rearrange the bathroom". Kid has like 8 priorities maximum and you are not one of them.

It's through sheer luck that any of us are alive at all.

Feral rating: 5/5 Diagnosis: Feral (Terminal Type)

1. Patty Thompson

Little known fact but there was actually going to be a whole arc where Patty had a little demon dude in her head of her own but Ohkubo scrapped it because he realized that the demon would be absolutely terrified of her power and leave. The only reason she didn't go and murder Asura to pieces on the moon was because Liz stopped her, not because she was scared for Patty's safety but because she was like "Yo Patty I think you're gonna destroy the moon if you do that." This was all the original plot of Soul Eater until Ohkubo changed it. (This is real I promise do you really think I would make up something like that? /j)

Not only is she unhinged but she never had a hinge to begin with. Does she know that she is unhinged? Does she care? We will never know. We probably don't want to.

Feral rating: 666/5 Diagnosis: Feral (Primordial Type)

#soul eater #wrennstoptalking