#I FIND IT FUNNY HOW SHE WASN'T MAD AT ME FOR SWEARING SHE JUST GOT WORRIED BC SHE THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENEDHJDFJDKDK

[linabirb]

i keep thinking of mayyyybe trying to cover a milgram song and the thing is that i did. try to do it once but to my own shock and surprise the only song that i was able to handle was. weakness.

i literally was like "okay i have a high-pitched voice uhhh let's go with after pain or umbilical or tihtbilwy maybe??" and that failed and i was like "okay i can't handle fast-paced songs let's go with something slower" that also failed.

and then i tried to sing weakness and. it worked. it didn't sync with the instrumental that well so i still was a little slow but it still. sounded good.

[strangelysamantha]

wasted ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: infidelity, swearing, alcohol.

words: 1,093.

summary: “you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?” in which jj makes a grave mistake cheating on you.

request? no.

a/n: i have so many good ideas deep in my drafts. im about to blow up your feed mwahahahha.

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you desperately needed air, the smell of liquor, cigarettes, and blaring music completely overwhelmed your senses, you couldn't find jj which didn't help at all. all you wanted to do was settle into bed, but instead you were trapped at a house party. you were getting tired of the partying, every time the night was close to coming to an end, jj would find something to get worked up about. he would be screaming at you about drama that had sparked. it was exhausting that jj always had a problem, whether it was because you had accepted a drink from a guy, or was dancing to close to someone you didn't even care about. you tried multiple doors, trying to find a quiet place, however all of them were locked.

of course, the one that wasn't locked was occupied. you swing the door open, seeing two bodies entangled together, sweaty and moaning. you were going to shut it when you noticed it was jj in bed. his blonde hair messy as small groans fell from his mouth. "what the actual fuck jj?" you yelled, holding back your tears. as if the night couldn't have gotten any worse, of course jj had found a dumb tourist to feed his needs. before the party, you mentioned to jj that you weren't feeling it, he was upset by this. he made it a big issue before ultimately storming off. you weren't going to go; you told him as much. but seeing how angry he got; you felt obligated to make an appearance.

now regretting even leaving the house, you watch jj scramble to put his clothes back on. the entire show being sickening to see. you decided you didn't even want to hear his excuses. maybe he got too drunk, maybe he wanted revenge, maybe he was just done. you rush downstairs, running into kiara. she apologizes before realizing its you. "hey is everything okay?" you laugh, the whole situation seeming so unreal its funny. "just walked in on jj plowing a tourist. i'm getting out of here." her mouth flies open, "what?" she follows after you, worried to leave you alone. she hops into your car, and the two of you drive to her house, assuming jj would go to yours to try and salvage the relationship.

in kiaras room you lay down on her bed, your body becoming numb. "i mean. i got with jj maybank. did i really think i'd be that special?" you sigh. kiara frowns at your words. "it's not your fault. that is so unfair to you, he knows better than that." you glance down at your phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls and texts from him. "im just mad because i know i'll lose all my friends too." kiara rubs your arm, "you still have me." you smile softly, "thank you, i don't know what i'd be doing without you." your comment was cut off by kiaras phone. "it's jj, should i answer?" you shrug, "might as well. put it on speaker." she pressed accept, immediately putting jj on speaker. "i fucked up kie, i don't know what to do." she wanted to act oblivious to see how jj would explain the situation. "what happened jj?" he mentions you, "we had a big fight before the party. i drowned my frustration with booze. i met a tourist and it was so easy. i let my guard down." kiaras face forms with disgust by his words. she doesn't respond, letting him continue. "she walked in on me fucking someone else. she'll hate me. she'll want nothing to do with me kie, what do i do?" kiara hums, "well you cheated jj." her words stung him, "there is nothing you can do. if she's done with you after this, you'll just have to accept it."

"i have to see her. do you know where she went?" kiara sighs, "no, i haven't seen her. i'm back at mine now, about to go to bed." jj groans, "alright, thanks." he immediately hangs up and kiara scoffs. "please tell me you don't plan on getting back with him." you shake your head. "i can't." she nods understandingly. "besides the fact he literally cheated; all we do is fight anyway. it's too exhausting."

"well i'm here for you, anything you need." you smile, thankful you'd still have a friend after this. "i'm going to head back home, if i run into him i'm going to end it. otherwise i'm going to bed." kiara ushers a goodnight softly, "make it home safe. and keep me updated."

you gently shut her door, heading downstairs. you get into your car, starting it up and driving back home. jj calls you again on your drive home, you reluctantly answer. you stay silent. "can we please talk?" he questions. "im just now on my way home. im too tired jj." he sighs, "im already at your house." you mouth forms into a line, annoyance running through your veins. "alright." you hang up, pulling into your driveway, you noticed him sitting at the end of the driveway. you hop out of your car walking up to him.

he quickly stands up. "look i'm so sorry. i can't even put into words how bad i feel." you scoff, "i don't really care anymore jj." he takes a deep breath, "please it was a huge mistake." you look over, "that's the problem jj. we had a fight, and you lashed out. i don't want to worry about what you'll do if i upset you. if you'll retaliate by sleeping with someone else, or if you'll fight someone, or whatever you'll do just because were on the rocks." he shakes his head, "it won't be like that, i don't want that to be our relationship-" you are quick to cut him off, "there is no more relationship jj." his heart sinks, "no please, we can work this out." you sigh, tears dropping from your eyes. "you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?" he was extremely apologetic, "i was drunk, and angry, and i wasn't thinking. i didn't want to hurt you. i regret it so bad. im really sorry." you quickly wipe your tears, "all i see when i look at you is seeing you in bed with that stranger. and that makes me sick. i can't look at you the same jj. we are done." before he can respond you turn away, walking into your house, locking the door behind you.

[felswritingfire]

Homelander x Chaotic! Hyper Fem!Reader

The Homelander brainrot is real and I hate it with my whole being. I want this man dead, he's so pathetic. Anyway, I haven't watched The Boys but I'm hooked on his character thanks to falling down the rabbit hole with Character.Ai and all the talented writers for The Boys fandom, like? Absolutely scrumptious works. Also I just really wanted to write for a chaotic reader, the hyper fem part came after lmao

TW: This was written with a AFAB reader in mind so there's descriptions of Reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns specified; Homelander's creepiness is considerably toned down for this, but he does break into reader's apartment and actively stalks them; Reader says some saucy stuff; Cussing; Homelander has a panic attack/mental break down; Reader is a horny virgin; Age Gap, it's only mentioned once or twice, but it's still there and prevalent; Gen Z humor- reader is a Gen Z baby, they're in their early 20s

"You didn't tell me that Homelander had a slutty ass waist." The words caught him off guard. They were whispered. Somewhere in the crowd. His eyes fought to stay glued onto the press speaker, his smile twitching ever so slightly.  The comment had hung in his head, floating around like a phantom, even as he took the stage and did his speech perfectly. Like always. He preens as the people clap and cheer for him.  Then the voice chirps out, in the safety of the cheering and the noise: "Homelander? More like Sluttylander, am I right?" He hears a scoff after that, zeroing in on the conversation now: two women. No older than their mid 20s. "Hey, I mean that respectfully." "You know he's like 20 years older than you, right?" "I'll bend him over and make him call me daddy. I'm not a coward." A cackle. He had scanned the crowd while keeping a smile plastered on his lips. He was curious what foul mouth little shit was talking. Until his gaze lands on… you.  You look like the cat that got the cream as you look at your friend who has to hold onto you for support as she giggles and laughs. Your bright eyed gaze moves from her back to him just to tense as you catch his gaze. "Um," you elbow her- Renae- to get her attention and she giggles before she looks and she's freezing too. "He isn't looking at us is he?" She shrugs. "I don't know…" she trails off. You squint before covering your mouth with your hands, talking just loud enough for Renae to hear you but no one else. "Blink twice if you can hear us." It was a joke. There's no way- And then he's blinking. Once. Twice.  "Oh bitch-tits." You want to scream, grabbing Renae's wrist, pushing through the crowd. "Fuck, dude, this is going to be my thirteenth reason, I swear to fuck-"  He watches the two of you go. He shouldn't be interested. You're just some snot nosed kid. But… how you spoke, the chaotic-ness of it all. The way the light caught your hair, the curves of your body, the way that skirt flares up as you scurry away... he's intrigued to say the least…

💫 Homelander wasn't normally so… interested in the general public, but he had been quick to commit your face and voice to memory. He had actually stumbled upon you, finding out you worked at some high-end retail job. You dealt with snooty people and all the while kept up that pretty little customer service smile despite the clear signs of barely concealed frustration searing under your skin. He could smell the heat of your blood and watched you through the building's walls when you went on break and sat down stiffly, just to scream into your hands. It started out as something funny because he found your misery amusing and then the descent into madness started.

💫 It was like he went through the five stages of grief. At first he had convinced himself that he keeps watching you out of sheer amusement. And then he started to take in more pieces of you: how you took care of things you treasure; how you cared and cooed at the plants that were in your house; how you talked to that damn fish that your treasured so much; your little mannerisms- things he started to find… cute. Then it was denile: no he didn't find you cute he found you amusing. He laughed when you seethed about your toast burning; how you had a breakdown as soon as you got off work because the crushing weight of living in a capitalistic society came crashing down on you; how you talked to yourself like you were having a full blown conversation with another person- you were amusing. And then came the realization and then rage: how dare you make him feel like this? You were just a sniveling little thing. He was a god. How dare you? And then came acceptance. He was… casual when he accepted it. Like all the turmoil had fallen off his shoulders. He was watching you, taking in how you nurtured your "plant children", how you talked to them and wiped the dust off their leaves. It made his heart flutter.

💫 After that, his casual viewings become much more of a time investment as he pays closer and closer attention to you. Every waking moment he has when he's not busy juggling the press and Vought, is spent watching you. Taking in information and storing it in his brain for safe keeping: what you like to eat; your favorite type of plant; your dream vacation; what type of fish you have (you have a betta. He searched them up. He learned all about them to feel closer to you). 

💫 Soon enough, observing isn't enough. He starts to go into your apartment when you're not home, looking at the coziness of your space. Taking in the scent and looking at your plants and your Betta fish that flares his gills at him. It makes him snort in amusement. How cute. He'll lay on your bed, shoving his face into your pillows and inhaling deeply, moaning in contentment. 

💫 He also starts to "coincidentally" run into you on the streets. He finds it so funny each time you gawk at him. A "holy fuck!" Leaving you as you gesture wildly, "it's fucking Homelander!" 

○ He's not too keen on your potty mouth, but he supposes he can let it slide. He's just as bad.

💫 He smiles his charming little smile as he'll make small talk with you, his hands on his hips as he takes you in. He loves knowing how much stronger he is than you and he has to fight hard to keep from popping a boner. You're so fun to talk to, you say the most out of pocket things:

"Yeah, like, almost got stabbed by a homeless man today. Like, 0/10 would not recommend." You said, looking at your nails. Frowning about the nail polish already chipping. "Yeah, well, not many people put 'being stabbed' at the top of their list of things to happen to them." He replies with a laugh, moving closer to you, taking in that mellow perfume you wear. "I mean, I'm down for knife play, but I'm a classy slut. You have to take me to dinner first." He's flabbergasted. He loves it.

💫 He begins to insert himself into your life, taking up more and more of your free time, you don't even notice it at first. How he just… starts spending time at your home. How you two begin a ritual of movie night every Saturday (he forced Vought to make that day his off day. He was not to be called under any circumstance short of the world going to implode on itself). You have so many emotions in that body of yours and he finds it amusing when you gasp or a look of disgust crosses your face at something a character did. You'd be horrible at poker.

"What the fu-" He has an easy smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places his hand over your mouth. Not threateningly. More playful than anything. You simply hold onto his hand with both of yours as you watch the screen. 

💫 You catch him off guard all the time. Your girly appearance gives nothing away to the chaotic tendencies. You were the closest thing to an actual agent of chaos he's seen. He once watched you, while you were with that little friend of yours- Renae- run across the street as a group of men cat called you, swinging your purse at high velocity speed, yelling: "I'll fucking end your bloodline!" The men were terrified and scurried off screaming "crazy bitch!" You had given Renae a thumbs up, proud of yourself. He also watched you steal a pro-life abortion sign "saying Jesus wouldn't want this" and javelin throwing it into someone's backyard pool before bolting down the street, cackling. Both times in heels. Both times he was weirdly turned on. 

💫 He likes how girly you dress. He loves it actually. He loves all the soft pastel colors you wear and the pleated skirts. It makes you look soft and delicate and he's obsessed with it. He has a tendency to pull at the hem of your skirt, flick it up slightly. You just give him a dead stare and lift up your skirt. "Shorts, bitch." You do it every time and he thinks it's funny.

💫 He hates that you're home screen is a collage of Soldier Boy with that stupid cursive font saying: "my daddy is super dead, but he could still hit it <;3". He hates it and then your lock screen is of your fish.

"Why do you have that?" He asks with disdain.  "What?" She asks looking up at him. He rolls his eyes. "Don't play stupid. Why is he your wallpaper? He's dead. He's been dead." Sure, that was his hero but like hell he wanted to see that man's charming smirk on your homescreen. "Soldier Boys is hot." You say it with all the seriousness of someone telling a prophecy. Homelander's eye twitches. "And I'm not." "No. You are. With your slutty waist." She assures him. "But Soldier Boy is the OG daddy." He scoffs. 

● He ends up stealing your phone later on when you're not looking and changing the wallpaper himself, having memorized your password.

💫 For as flirty and raunchy your mind was, you were oddly freaked out of genuine touch. The first time he tried to make a move on you, you screamed and almost gave yourself a concussion with how you fell over the arm of the couch. He was stunned until you explained you had issues with romantic touch. "Daddy issues, am I right?" She tries to play it off with a laugh. He is not laughing. Later, though, he starts to find it amusing, taking the chance to make you squirm and blush is so funny to him. He revels in your pain and embarrassment.

● He has killed people who had done the same. Like, actually snapped a guy's neck for it.

💫 He is NOT thrilled when you talk about wanting to rail fictional characters. He actually gets pouty. Genuinely gets pissy. He tries to ban you from watching anime.

"But. Toji hot." "I don't care if 'Toji hot'. He spits. "Toji is a fictional character. You need a real man that knows how to please you." You look at him, eating a spoonful of cereal despite his protests about eating it so late. You chew slowly and swallow. "Toji's got that potent dad nut. It works, John." Homelander practically chokes on his spit at that.

💫 He lets you call him John. He likes when you call him John. Call him John.

💫 He actually tries to be better for you because you've voiced how you didn't like when people get hurt. He tries. Key word tries to be more aware, to be a better person. Just for you. 

💫 Absolutely goes insane if you praise him. It's all he wants and all her craves. You've casually complimented him once and he's latched onto it ever since. He's infatuated with your praise. He's like a puppy, looking to you after he did a good deed, looking to you when he does a chore right. It's almost better than sex for him. Almost.

💫 He's elated when you let him lay in your lap. Despite how squeamish you were about sex, you craved physical touch and, guess what? So does he! He's obsessed with laying down and taking in your sweet scent, your fingers playing with his hair as you scroll through your phone. He adores the casual touches you leave on him, adore every time you hang onto his arm. He knows you don't mean anything romantic, but it still fills a hole to have a genuine companion that cares about him in his life. 

💫 You've helped him after a breakdown, when his mind felt like it was splitting and his ego was taking in a mind of its own- and then there you were. In all your pretty, pastel colored and pleated skirt glory.

"John?" You say softly, not approaching him just yet. Giving him the space he needs. "Do you need a hug?" He's breathing hard. He didn't know why he came to your apartment. He thought he was going back to his penthouse in Vought towers. But no. Here he was. And you're standing there, confused about your pretty features. The chaotic side of you is completely gone for the moment. He just stares at you. Of course you'd run to some bitch. A voice hisses in his head. We're a god among men and you come crawling to some fucking-  He squeezes his eyes shut. Your eyes soften. "Come on." You say, your voice soft and gently. A soft coo to him. "Let's sit you down." You open the door wider for him and he trudges in, looking completely drained. He sinks into your couch and you disappear into your room and come out with a fuzzy blanket. The one you wrap around the two of you have movie night. You drape it over him, gently. "It's ok, sweetheart," you say. "I don't know what's happening but you're safe now." He almost scoffs. No one could touch him. He was The Homelander. But… how you said it. It made his chest ache with something heavy. "Can… Can you hold me?" He practically whispers. "Of course, honey." You open your arms up for him. He immediately melts into your hold, his head pressing against the crook of your neck, his hands desperately clinging to the back of your shirt. He sucks in a breath of your scent before he breaks, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his sobs into you.  He's not a pretty crier. But who is? You run your hand through his hair. Your cheek resting against his head. It feels strange to see a man that could be your father break down. But you had a feeling he was a mess on the inside. All that bravado and charisma making up for an abysmal childhood.  It takes him a while to calm down. His puffy eyes blinking, his blue eyes glassy, he sniffles.  "Oh, sweetie," you coo, swiping your thumb under his eyes to wipe the tear streaks away. "You look like a mess." You say softly, not to make fun of him. Just to state an obvious fact. He sniffles, glaring at you.  You smile at him and he melts.

💫 He won't let you paint his nails, but he wants to paint your nails. He has a pension for picking colors related to him. You make fun of him for it. 

💫 He lets you put accessories in his hair. ONLY when it's movie night. He did accidentally go to a meeting with a hair clip that has rhinestones that spelt 'JUICY' on it. The Seven stayed silent and he was embarrassed as hell when he saw it in the mirror of the window.

💫 HE IS ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT HE WEARS A BODYSUIT OH MY GOD. HE SUFFERS. THAT'S HOW YOU GET HIM BACK FOR MESSING WITH YOUR FLUSTEREDNESS.

"What's up, my cute stick bug." "Shut the fuck up."  You are the only person allowed to poke fun at him about that. Anyone else would get obliterated.

💫 If you involve him in picking out your outfits, he has hit Nirvana. He has truly seen heaven. He actually has a pretty solid eye for clothes. But he will take the opportunity to coordinate an outfit that has colors that compliment his hero outfit. If you notice, he'll play dumb.

💫 Anyway, congratulations, you have an OP friend. Until he isn't content with just being friends any more….

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me consider donating to my Ko-fi!

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can you do your favorite tropes?

Fake it - ellie williams x reader

Hi anon! I wasn't sure what you meant when you asked for my favorite tropes but my top 3 are: fake dating, forbidden love and the classic enemies to lovers :)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open feel free to leave one! or you can just send me a song and I'll take it from there :)

Warnings: none, it's literally just fluff

Summary: You and Ellie reminisce on how the two of you got together

wc: 1k

( if you want to be added to a tag list just leave a comment and I'll add you to future work <3 )

“So” Dina started as she took a swing of the amber liquid in her glass, “how did the two of you get together exactly?” she asked confused on the information you and Ellie just shared with her.

You met Ellie’s gaze, as you thought about answering the question. A grin started to form on Ellie’s plush lips as she stared telling the story:

It was Ellie’s idea. She would’ve never come to you if she wasn’t desperate.

Ellie and Cat.  An unlikely duo. Nobody expected the two of them to start dating but they did. They were together for almost a year. Everyone thought they had the perfect relationship but behind closed doors it was hell. They argued, they lied to each other, they said hurtful things, and they both manipulated each other.

 At some point Ellie had enough and she left Cat. No matter how much it hurt her, she left. She wasn’t going to force herself to stay in a relationship that only brought her pain.

Cat didn’t make things easy for Ellie after the break up.

She would show up at Ellie’s house, she would lie to people saying they never broke up, she always went where Ellie went. She was borderline obsessed with Ellie.

In the beginning she could handle Cat. She could ignore Cat’s advances. But the longer her and cat stayed broken up the more obsessive Cat grew. Ellie didn’t know which was worse, being in a relationship with Cat or being broken up with her.

 And that’s when Joel suggested Ellie gets with someone else. Joel’s exact words were “maybe is she sees you with someone else she’ll leave you alone kiddo. It’s worth a shot”

She tried. God knows she did

Ellie went to the club that night, and just as she was about to leave with a girl Cat came around the corner.

“Babe where have you been?” she asked with a sickening smirk on her face. The pretty girl next to Ellie gasped at Cat’s words.

“You didn’t tell you had a girlfriend” she practically screamed.

“I swear she’s not my girlfriend-“ Ellie tried to explain. Her explanation didn’t go far before the girl slapped Ellie across the face. Walking away she yelled: “you are fucking disgusting”

 Ellie’s face reddened with embarrassment at what just happened, her eyes met with Cats: “did you miss me?” she asked a smug smile on her face.

“no I didn’t“

Ellie needed her stop.

At this rate Ellie would never find a girlfriend.

Who wants to date a girl whose ex is a literal stalker?

And that’s why she sat across you. She needed your help.

“So you want us to fake date?”  you question.

 Ellie nodded, her head jerking almost violently

“Please” she begged “it’s just till she leaves me alone”

You agreed. And it was the best decision of your life.

You and Ellie had 2 rules during the time that you were “together”

No kissing

No falling in love

Fortunately both of you broke the second rule.

It started off great. Holding hands, going on little dates. Cat was mad. Every time she spotted the two of you she looked like a toddler who was ready to burst into a tantrum for not getting their way. Cat tried worming her way into your relationship. She spread rumors, messaged you countless times and tried lying to you about Ellie. She tried. And none of her ideas ever fucking worked.

You would never admit it out loud but you found it quite funny when you and Ellie made an appearance and Cat had to leave the room to “get some air”.

It was all fun and games till you realized that you actually caught feeling for her. You broke one of the rules, and the longer you were with Ellie the worse your crush got. You knew the two of you dating was fake but god it felt so real.

The way Ellie looked at you made you think that maybe someday she would feel the same.

You got a text from Ellie saying: come over we need to talk

Fuck

Tonight was the night Ellie was ending things.

You knew things were coming to an end, but you wish it didn’t have to happen so soon. Your hands were shaking as you sat in Ellie’s living room.

Were you still going to be friends after this? Did you actually stand a chance?

The room was filled with an awkward silence and you looked at Ellie in all her glory. She cleared her throat and said: “Cat stopped texting me” the room fell silent once again.

“ I think she-  I think she’s d-done with me” Ellie said

“That’s good Els” you added

“so this agreement is done?” you asked, voice small hoping Ellie said no.

“Yeah”

Oh.

“It was nice fake dating you Els” you said with a small smile as you got up to leave.

“Who said I was faking it?” she asked suddenly, looking up at you.

 “What do you mean-“  you started before you felt Ellie’s lips on yours. The kiss was magical. It felt like you were floating. Ellie’s lips were soft and her touch was intoxicating. She pulled away as the two of you breathed heavily.

 “God I’ve wanted to do that since I started fake dating you” she said breathless.

You hummed agreeing with her statement. She leaned her forehead against yours.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Ellie asked nervously “like a real date”

You looked at her, with a small smile on your face: “I’d like that” as you brought her lips down for another kiss.

“That’s so fucking cliché” Dina snickered as Ellie finished telling the story.

“Heyyy” Ellie whined “it’s a cool story” she said, as she threw her arm over your shoulder you felt her lips press a gentle kiss to your temple “i’m going to tell this story to our kids one day” Ellie whispered into your ear.

A smile spread onto your lips at Ellie’s confession.

Yeah you might have gotten together to get rid of her psycho ex but if you never did, you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the girl of your dreams.

Authors note: Remember requests are always open! You are loved and remember to always be kind!!

Yours truly,

Zia ;)

[coffeecupmemes]

The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot Sentence Starters -- Part 2 of 2

"You -- You -- You shouldn't have keys to anyone's room." "I've got keys everywhere, and you've all been fine." "By the way, I may have left something in your room today, so let me know if you find it." "You're not afraid of centipedes, are you?" "That's literally my only fear! Why would you do this?!" "What? It could be a completely unrelated question. You'll never know until it's too late." "Oh, I've been looking for this. Thanks for keeping an eye on it." "Listen -- I know we didn't always get along, like when you called me out for fake-laughing at your jokes. I swear, I really did think they were funny. I was just having a bit of a bad day!" "I don't know what I'm looking at here." "Thank you for the recap." "Boy, we're not very good at this, are we?" "I hope (he's/she's/they're/other pronoun/name) not still mad at me for not laughing at (his/her/their/other pronoun/name) jokes." "Oh, (he's/she's/they're/other pronoun/name) doing great. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen (him/her/them/other pronoun/name) this happy before." "Well, it's good to know (he/she/they/other pronoun/name) hasn't completely lost (his/her/their/other pronoun/name) mind." "Hey, look…I didn't mean to leave you behind like that." "You just stay right there. Not that you can really move or anything. Uh, just hang in there. I'll be right back. I promise." "I'm sorry your first day here had to be so…terrible?" "Oh, is that who you are?" "You know, you could have asked for my consent before forcing me to see something so completely and utterly disgusting." "Oh, look, there's (name). Hi, (name)." "Help me, you idiot!" "Kinda rude. Now I don't wanna help you." "You're right! How are we gonna get outta here?!" "Ladies first. No, wait, why would I say that?" "Wait, (name) isn't even here? Wasn't this whole thing for (him/her/them/other pronoun/name)?" "Be quiet. I can't hear the escalator." "Oh, (name), you always know how to make me say this exact sentence." "Oh, no -- someone's venturing out into the void! They'll get totally spoiled!" "Now, what the heck happeend around here? Oh, yeah -- my doing." "And into the cellar you go!" "Man, I can't believe (name) just gave up like that." "I mean, no offense, (name), but I always thought you would be next." "Guess it just goes to show you can't rely on (name) for anything." "Made with all the love I'm legally allowed to give." "Since when are you an expert on the digital world?"

[nctyena]

Silence

Time: 2019

"Didn't the company got what they wanted already? Just let her go the group is popular now!"

"It didn't make sense at first and it still doesn't. They should've add someone pretty at least."

"She doesn't even fit the Dream concept and now the 127? Way to ruin another-"

Yena locked her phone when she heard people coming in. The comments were everywhere. It was always easy for her to ignore negative and toxic opinions but since the company let everyone know about her debut in 127, they were literally everywhere. Even in her own bubble and texts that's been sending to her personal phone.

"We got some drinks and water. We're gonna need it."

Doyoung tossed gently one of the ice tea bottle.

"Thanks."

She was looking as normal as ever. Like she didn't just read a bunch of hate comments about herself. It was almost natural.

"What is it?"

"Hm?"

"The nail picking." Taeil pointed out.

"You are picking your nails. Are you nervous or something?"

"No, it's just that I'm tired today."

"Why?"

"Is it again the time of the month?"

"Mark it happens only one time every month. How many times I need to tell you."

"I don't know dude. She looks pale too, I just assumed-"

"Oh my god, thanks Mark."

She laughed watching Mark's panicked face.

"Let's just start practicing."

Taeyong helped her to get up.

"Just tell me when you feel like stopping. We have the whole day. Okay?"

She just nodded and prepared for the practice.

Two hours into it, they seemed to get the formations and the moves. Yena didn't feel like so though. She insisted to keep going for another hour. At the end some of them were exhuasted. They all needed a break.

"Let's take ten minutes."

Due to leader's voice Haechan collapsed to the floor and started mummbling something.

"What?"

She was breathing heavily and didn't turn to Haechan while asking. Just looking through the mirror.

"What?"

"You want to kill me. God I feel like my bones just gave up."

See, in any other day this would be a normal comment from the boy. But that day she got mad at his tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Haechan got surprised with her question.

"I'm just saying you need to slow down. We all learned the choreo and we need to breath now."

He giggled to show he was being playful.

"Maybe I didn't. Maybe I need to practice more than you guys!"

Her raised voice got the attention of others. Haechan was taken back.

"Yena-"

"No seriously, I wish I'd never debuted with a hundred of boys! I was such an idiot thinking I would just get in and blank with all of you!"

"Yena calm down please. Haechan didn't mean anything like that."

"No but I mean it."

She couldn't hold it back more, tears started to fall even before she could turn and get out of the room.

"Hyung I swear I didn't say anything to make her upset like that. I don't know what happened."

Jaehyun assured him that it wasn't his fault.

"We should check on her."

"Let's give her some space. Then I'm gonna go talk with her."

"I can apologize too."

"Haechan you didn't do something wrong. Don't worry. There was obviously something else that was bothering her."

"God, that's the first time I'm seeing her crying like that."

It was true. Being positive, cheerful and funny was Yena and she never showed her saddnes to not just to members but anyone.

Few minutes later Taeyong got out to look for her. Others were worried about her.

"Do you guys think she meant what she said? Like, not debuting with us..."

"No Mark. But I think that she was loaded with so many emotions."

"Yuta is right. It's hard for all of us sometimes but in her case she gets the most hate from people constantly. It was probably too much for her this time."

Haechan put his head on Taeil's shoulder to feel some comfort.

Meanwhile, Taeyong was still trying to find her.

"Teayong!"

He turned around and saw Seulgi getting out of the girl's bathroom.

"Hi."

"You are looking for Yena right? She is in the bathroom."

"Did you talk with her?"

"I tried but no. She was crying bad and didn't let me in for a while. Then she told me that she messed up the choreo and got embarressed."

"Thanks Seulgi. See you later."

"Okay let me know if there is something I can help."

"Actually you can warn me when someone comes for the bathroom. I have to check her."

"God, okay. But be quick."

He thanked her and got inside. Yena was washing her face.

"Yena."

His voice was as soft as it could be. Yet she still got startled.

"Oppa? What are you doing here?"

"I'm taking care of my friend."

She seemed like she would start crying again but she didn't.

"Let's just get out before you get in trouble."

He held her hand.

"Unnie don't worry I'm okay now."

"Omo, look at your eyes. It's cute but here, you can use my counsealer."

"Thanks unnie."

They went to the practice room. Others got up as soon as they saw the two.

"Yena!"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I promise."

Right before she could apologize Haechan hugged her tightly. Out of reflex she hugged him tightly too.

"I'm so sorry. We love you so much. Don't ever say those kind of things again."

"No,no. I'm so sorry for blowing up like that. It's not because of you, any of you. You know I would never leave you guys alone."

He stepped back and hit her arm.

"Talk with us when you are sad next time."

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She talked with Taeyong along the way.

"I need to do something. Let's just take a day off for today. You guys go to the dorm."

"Oppa please don't make a live."

"I will do more than that."

Taeil and Johnny forced her to leave with them. At the dorm they still didn't leave her alone and make her felt loved in their ways. Until she told them about her troubles and worries. Later Yuta and Jaehyun also got into their rooms. Others, well, they made her understand that she is an important piece of the group. At the end she fell asleep between Jungwoo and Taeil. Lying her head on Taeil's shoulder.

[sebaztianlovesgeek]

I am annoyed with parents of gen alpha kids

So, shocker, gen alpha kids are basically being raised by the internet, this is just me gonna be ranting about it.

(keep in mind not all parents of gen alpha children do this or have bad intentions so please don't get upset with me)

So I began realising the state of gen alpha back in late 2022, when my then 7 and 8 year old sisters (who are not gen alpha but are very late gen z kids) were joking about sex, I was a bit concerned so I asked them how they knew what it was and who/what told them, I wasn't being intimidating or angry at them because I understand kids accidentally find out about sex all the time, wether that be from another kid telling them or them accidentally seeing a video about it, or simply hearing a joke about sex and not understanding it but repeating it because it sounds funny.

My sisters did nothing but laugh at me for asking. A few months later they were talking about sex again, so I asked them "What is sex?" Trying to see what they knew about it, my then 7 year old sister who we'll call G (we'll call the other F) said "Its when 2 people get naked, rub up against each other in bed and make funny noises" I'm grateful they didn't know the actual definition but its still concerning how they know what the word means.

My 2 sisters, mainly G as she's younger have been getting more out of control these past few years since covid. They have been OBSESSED with youtube shorts to the point where they barely watch actual full length youtube videos unless its a compilation of TikTok POVs, I've overheard some of the things said on the TikTok POV videos and surprise surprise, it talks about subjects that are not for kids like sex, drugs and the people in these POV videos often swear.

My sisters ALSO watch a lot of elsagate crap, you're probably wondering "but elsagate died down back in the late 2010's?" Well in recent years its resurfaced, instead of popular kids cartoon and movie characters like spiderman, mickey mouse, joker, peppa pig and of course, Elsa, they now use popular video game/internet characters like Huggy Wuggy, Skibidi Toilets, Freddy Fazbear and characters from the Amazing Digital Circus.

I was also a victim of elsagate as I was on youtube when the first wave hit, you will not believe the amount of "Elsa and Spiderman inject Joker with a needle and eat bugs" type videos I watched when I was young, and now that I know them videos probably did harm to me during my childhood I don't want it to happen to my siblings, majority of the authority figures in my life don't really care, most of them are millennials or even older, they don't really understand how the internet works and don't pay attention to the seemingly kid friendly elsagate videos my siblings watch on youtube long enough to see all of the innapropriate stuff happening in them, all they know is "G and F are watching a funny cartoon with that blue poppy playtime character"

Most of these new wave elsagate videos are fastly paced and overstimulating, I have heard this can have bad psychological effects on young kids, this is what causes them to have low attention spans and behaviour issues, I mean G literally got bored watching renaissance Disney movies like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and the Lion King, I would understand a kid getting bored watching Hunchback as it touches on more mature subjects which may be hard for them to understand, but she also got bored during the LION KING, which is also a mature film but is more kid friendly with brighter colours, upbeat songs and funny characters like Timon and Pumba, SHE COULDN'T EVEN GET THROUGH THAT.

I have seen countless videos on TikTok of preschool teachers going mad because younger kids are not focusing or behaving and keep talking about sex. Apparently one time a 5 year old said that his teacher had a "nice gyatt" which is basically slang for "nice butt".

I've also heard stories of ballet teachers getting requests from 6-8 year olds requesting to twerk to inappropriate music like WAP, CPR, Squidwards Nose, basically any Cupcakke song (which no hate to Cupcakke or anyone involved with these songs, I actually think grilling n**gas by Cupcakke is a fun listen as well as Squidwards Nose but it obviously shouldn't be listened to or danced to by little kids)

Now, I have seen many people online making fun of gen alpha kids/late gen z kids for having brainrot from watching stuff like this, but its not exactly their fault. When I was young it wasn't my fault I was watching all of those Elsa and Spiderman get pregnant and get an injection videos, nor is it the gen alpha kids fault they watch Skibidi Toilet and Pomni from Digital Circus has an "awesome gyatt" videos.

I think its more to blame on the parents who give an ipad to a 4 year old and pretend its a robotic babysitter, because its not, on the internet in general, not just youtube, its easy to come across some harmful content and people. For example I was watching My Little Pony vore videos (because yes I used to be a huge brony when I was young) not knowing what it was or how I was basically watching a fetish take place because all I knew my favourite character Rainbow Dash was about to be eaten by Rarity or Pinkie Pie (and speaking of Pinkie Pie I will not get started on Smile or Cupcakes HD)

Throughout this rant I have forgotten to mention I have a 2 year old baby brother (my family is complicated so thats why I have a lot of siblings younger than me) who thank god doesn't have an ipad yet but he watches Cocomelon, I have seen countless articles by parents talking about their toddlers getting addicted to Cocomelon like a drug and crying and screaming when they can't watch it.

I hope one day one of our authority figures like my Mum or grandparents can talk to my siblings about why this stuff is not for them, why watching "Skibidi toilet sniff Huggy Wuggy's gyatt while moaning" is just wrong, whenever I try to talk to them about it they just laugh at me, because I'm their "dumb older brother"

I don't want to seem like those old boomers everyone makes fun of who say "YOU DARN KIDS WITH YOUR BRAINFRYING INTERWEB!!!!!!!!" But I do want to be an older sibling who cares, the internet causes major mental and psychological issues if one uses it at a young age and becomes addicted especially if they consume harmful content like elsagate, I of all people know that, I experienced elsagate, I was bullied and told to KMS on amino multiple times because my fanarts were cringe, I watched scary jumpscare videos that gave me nightmares, I of course, saw all of them violent and sexual my little pony fan animations, I till this day still have mental health issues, and while these experiences online are not the only cause as I have been through a lot on the internet and real life, I simply worry for my younger family members and just the younger generation overall.

If you're a parent or older sibling of a young child, please make sure they are staying safe online, make sure to check on them and only let them watch content appropriate for their age, of course I'm not saying sugar coat everything, its okay to introduce your child to mature subjects every once in a while, but unlike these gross elsagate videos do it in a mature and understanding way, maybe when introducing the concept of death show them movies like Coco, Puss In Boots: The Last Wish or Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio, or when discussing things like growing up show them Inside Out or Toy Story 3

[too-much-tma-stuff]

For the fanfic requests—this isn't a ship, but if you don't mind kidfics, could you do Michael (pre-distorition) babysitting Jon as a kid? I got that scenario rooted in my brain because I apparently want sadness. The realization that someone else, someone Jon cared about got eaten by another DOOR would have probably wrecked him...and me. Feel free to ignore of this isn't your thing tho.

Michael liked kids, they were chaotic and unpredictable and normally he hated that! He himself was a bit timid and quiet, but he liked the chaos, they pushed him out of his comfort zone. They were funny about it too, and he could usually assume they meant no harm so the chaos could be a refreshing change from his usually rather ordered life. Not always, some kids could be cruel, but he could choose not to go back to those families when they weren't his own.

Baby-sitting had made the obvious choice as a job during university then. It wasn't the highest paying but it could be easily fit in around lectures and studying and it was really the brake he needed to keep him from going mad. He rather thought he found the release his peers found through partying through minding the good natured and frankly adorable chaos of children.

Of course his most common clients were parents looking for a date night away from the kids so he was rather surprised when he got a call from a frazzled sounding older woman. He had barely gotten out a greeting when she started to unload on him talking about her dead son and daughter-in-law and the son they had left behind. She took pains to clarify that he really was a good child, bright as anything! Before she exploded with how much trouble he was!

"He's curious about everything! He never listens about anything! Just the other day I told him not to touch the electrical outlet that broke and I way trying to keep an eye on him, but I only have two and there are other things in the world! I swear I only turned my back for a moment but when I turn back around he's standing there with a burned hand and that boy, he looked and me and said, he said "You're right. That did hurt.

"At least he didn't have the cheek to complain about it when he'd done it to himself! I just need another pair of eyes so I can close mine for a second! It feels like I haven't slept at all since he got here and I'm to old to be raising a child on my own!"

"Alright, that's no trouble at all ma'am. When would you like me to come in? We'll do a few trial nights and if we get along I wouldn't mind having a consistent schedule of nights I watch him so you can have some time off," Michael assured quickly while she was taking a breath.

"Oh thank goodness," She sighed, and Michael found himself helping the boy. This was clearly hard on the woman, but no doubt it was very hard on the child as well, he could use a friend. "Could you come tomorrow?"

"Yes, but lets talk about other things as well first. Does Jon have any allergies? What rate would you find acceptable?"

It took a little haggling to get to a hourly rate they could both agree on but it helped that she could admit Jon wasn't the easiest child. Some parents who thought too highly of their children seemed to think he should be paying them for the privilege of spending time with their children.

So on Wednesday he went to the address the woman provided where he was greeted by a well dressed woman. Some hair had come loose from her bun and there was a stain on her shirt which he got the feeling was as messy as she was willing to let anyone see her. Certainly more then she would have if it weren't for the grave-faced dark haired boy hovering behind her and staring at Michael.

"Hello. I'll give you a tour of the house and show you were everything is and then leave you to it. My number is on the fridge but do try not to call me unless something goes very wrong." She said seriously as she beckoned him in. The tour was brisk, and he just had to follow when he would have at least like to introduced himself to Jon first. He followed behind them, watching and not blinking as often as most children did, slightly unnerving but not unexpected.

"Alright, that's all you need to know I think. Jon try not to scare the nice young man away," She said with a thin smile to indicate it was supposed to be a joke. Inside Michael had to wince because he was rather sure Jon was too young to understand such subtleties of expression.

He watched her leave and then Jon looked back at him, solemn and wary, his eyes to old for his age. The poor kid had been through a lot. "Hello Jon, I'm Michael," he said, extending his hand with a friendly smile. Jon examined him again before reaching out and taking Michael's slim hand giving it a formal shake. Michael hoped that with time he would get to the point of being able to hug the boy and have him acting like a normal child. But not yet.

"Why don't you show me your favourite books?" Michael asked and watched as Jon's face light up even as he tried to suppress it. Michael didn't try to repress his answering smile.

When Mrs. Sims returned Michael was sitting on Jon's floor, long legs folded under him, surrounded by little piles of books as Jon babbled about the next book on the shelf. Michael couldn't possibly remember all of them, but what was important was the unrestrained joy on Jon's face. It hurt to see it shutter again when his grandmother made a comment about it being irritating.

"I don't mind," He promised immediately and firmly reviving a ghost of Jon's previous smile and making the grandmother look slightly chagrined. "I'll be happy to come back."

The grandmother being a non-nonsense sort of woman nodded, said they'd see him again same time next week, and shoved the money they'd agreed on into his hand. He saw himself out, and didn't notice that Jon was following him until he felt a small hand tug on his jacket, turning around obligingly to find a book being shoved into his stomach.

"I want to know what you think," Jon said before skittering back upstairs to get ready for bed. Michael promised himself that no matter how busy his course schedule was he would find time to read the book before he came back to see Jon again.

Part 2: here

[purplerose244]

Watched the tenth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

So I actually watched this episode a whole while ago but forgot to post this... BUT NOW THE SECOND PART OF SEASON 1 IS ALL OUT SO I NEED TO PUT MY THOUGHTS DOWN 😍😍

Also the LEGO Youtube channel continues to bless me with shorts of the series, I'm already a huge fan of Draw with Mateo, and now we got Logan's Training Tutorials (he got such a massive ego istg 😂) AND EVEN AN ANIMATED SHORT CALLED "DREAMOLITION DUO VS THE MUTATED MATH MONSTERS" 🤩🤩🤩 (that one was EXCELLENT, I really hope we get more of those with that style)

Since all the new episodes dropped at the same time I might just make a single or two posts about all of them, we'll see! It's literally just for me to scream about how I love this show 🥰

Anyway, without further ado, let's get into this!

THE GRIM ESCAPE

This coach is pretty narrow minded, but I never had a PE teacher that wasn't 100% convinced gym was everything, so 😂

Dreamcrafting as a concept feels like elemental powers from Ninjago: it's likely the most powerful thing there is, but in most situations it gets nullified or nerfed so it's hard to use it all the time with no limits 😅😅 It does make sense for this place to be no imagination zone, though

I'm sure Logan feels very guilty for the mess he got into, but I do hope he doesn't get forgiven immediately, so I'm glad Mateo is genuinely upset at him

COOP NO 😱

Okay thank goodness 😂

Glad Logan isn't here to hear these orders and not follow them (sorry Logan 😅)

Edison bomb, we had the Edison ray before, I find it funny that the focus is on the guy that dreamed about his inventions

Mmmmm, I'm interested in the Night Hunter, I think there's more to him

LOGAN YOU GOT AMAZING FRIENDS YOU JUST GOTTA LEARN TO TREAT THEM BETTER I SWEAR THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY SWEETIE 😭😭

To be fair, he's doing pretty good on his own for not being able to dreamcraft

LIL BUDDY ACQUIRED 💙

Wolf wolf wolf wolf wolf- also interesting that this are the most normal creatures we saw so far, and it is in the place where the imagination is robbed and taken. Like here they don't waste time with creative creations like in the rest of the world

YES LOGAN TAKE THE HOURGLASS!!!

Yes Logan take your time 😅

Feels like karma Logan getting Stinkbrain as a nick he doesn't like, after mocking Mateo about Mattie this whole time

Z BLOG FIGHT Z BLOB FIGHT I ALWAYS LOVE WHEN THE LIL GUY APPEARS 💚

This show really says "best plan is run" 😂

I love Sneaky, someone needs to humble Logan a little bit... okay A LOT

Everyone loves and cares for Teo so much! LOVE ME A GOOD SUPPORTIVE TEAM 🩷

I still wonder where Zoe found her bow, and if there is a connection over the fact that she got a bow and the Night Hunter got a crossbow, they are the only ones with actual weapons and they are both long range kind of weapons

NUUUUU GOT CAPTURED

No worries mah boy Teo is out there with Z Blob I'm sure he'll think of something!!... oh yeah there's Logan too 😅

Z BINOCULAR WTF

AWWWWWWWWWW MATEO HUGGING LOGAN THAT WAS SO CUTE!!! 💚💙💚💙 Despite being mad at him and with reason too, he was still worried about him! That's why I love him 🥰🥰

Oh, this is nice, Mateo didn't forgive him but he sees that Logan cares. And Logan for once asked him what's the plan, instead of going on a limb as usual! GROWTH!!! 💙

"Everytime I dreamcraft, bad things happen! And then we do a lot of running!"

"Welcome to my world!"

LOL loved that

AWWWWWW!! This is what I was talking about when I said Teo is a great leader, and knows that now Logan can give a great input since he can't dreamcraft like the others! I know I'm focusing on Teo so much but he is my favourite, so 😅💚💚💚

TEO GOT AN IDEAAAAAAAA

Coop getting PTSD from that cage, the poor thing! Do not bring him back in! 😱

Even the Night Hunter is afraid of the Grimwolf! Just what kind of things are living in this place??

OMG TEO ALMOST GOT STABBED BY ZOE'S ARROW TO SAVE LOGAN MY GOSH 😱😱😱 ... I wonder if I can make a fanfiction out of this one 😂

Aww Logan was apologizing for once in his life! Lol Mr. Oz is so confused

"Drive it like you stole it!" Logan, 2023

DREAMBASH!! Okay I saw the LEGO sets for this one, but this is such a cool thing for Cooper and Logan to share! ❤️💙

LOGAN YOU DID NOT CALL A MONKEY SUS WHAT IS THIS SHOW 😂

Okay but Logan jumping off the ship to get back the hourglass? Teo and Sneaky following suit? Mr. Oz being absolutely done with these kids' recklessness? I loved that sequence so much 😂

EDISON BOMB!!!!

Wait Sneak didn't die, he ran away? To avoid the ray? So he's alive? I hope so!!

Poor Logan, he met a good friend...

WAIT WHAT'S THAT HAT?

WAIT THE NIGHT HUNTER FREED THE NIGHTMARE KING??

WAIT SNEAK IS ACTUALLY BAD??? WHAT NO COME ON THE ONE PERSON THAT LOGAN BEFRIENDED RIGHT AWAY!!!

Pff, does the Night Hunter not know Mateo's name? Little artiste?

WAIT WHAT NO NO NO DO NOT EVEN THINK OF DOING ANYTHING TO Z BLOB OR I WILL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF 😡😡😡

So now the Nightmare King is after the Waking World... GREAT 😅

I NEED MORE EPISODEEEEESSS 😍😍

[jaymzeecat]

Hot Dog! (with everything)

I'm in the coughing and phlegm phase of this cold right now... so my brain is admittedly a bit fuzzy. Still, I'm trying my best to sort out my Chicago trip timeline of memories... bear with me.

In the morning we ventured out of the hotel to scare up some coffee, the Funny Bunny took me to the fanciest Starbucks that exists I think. It was like two or three stories and my latte was $10! Hahaha.

After hotel check out we walked a while down to Portillos where I had my first Chicago style hat dag! It was really good, we had 'em with fries. Check in at the AirBNB wasn't until 4:30 so we ended up going to the Funny Bunny's apartment to take this certified Good Baby out for a walk.

I'd only previously ever seen her in pictures so it was great to meet this pupper in person finally. She is so cute. T^T

After getting settled at the AirBNB I think this was the night we went out to the new VeganX Market. I finally got to meet the Funny Bunny's partner (who I'll just refer to as "Bluey" for privacy purposes) who was kind enough to come pick us up. We checked out the little grocery store and picked up some vegan Kit-Kats which I was surprised to see since they're currently only sold in the UK... we didn't realize until after we bought them that they were crazy expensive, haha. Everything at VeganX was, I really hope they're able to lower their prices at some point otherwise it may be unsustainable!

They had a little food court where I got an Italian Beef and mozzarella sticks, everything was good! Vegan mozzarella sticks are always a rarity, haha. I really enjoyed getting to hang out with Bluey too, I really wish I'd had more time in Chicago to get to know them but fortunately we did get to hang out a few more times before I left. They might come out to Portland sometime too so that'll be fun. I'm extra appreciative that they were willing to drive us around so much.

The following day we went to the Field Museum and looked at lots of birds, rocks & gems and dinosaur bones. Being that I'm a bird nerd seeing all those specimens was my favorite part. I also got my first pic of the Adventures in Babysitting building!

Childhood memories achieved! It was mad overcast that morning too, some of the skyscrapers disappeared into the fog...

I think I brought the Portland weather with me, haha (and yes, we got hot dogs from that vendor).

After this we had a nice time in Chinatown and dinner at Veggie House. We met up with Bluey later for some awesome vegan soft serve at Vaca's. They had these bomb looking ice cream pies I really wanted to try but alas we didn't make it back there again before the end of my trip.

I can't recall if it was this night or the night before but we saw a motorcycle accident on the way back to the AirBNB... we discussed back and forth whether or not it was a fatality as the cycler was lying in the street. I think not because I swear I saw his hand moving but we couldn't find any news about it. We witnessed several (unrelated) car crashes and fender benders while walking around Chicago. Anything goes, I guess!

My city observations: How does Chicago compare to NYC (which I've spent a fair amount of time in) and downtown Portland? Chicago is a much cleaner city than either. While NYC as a whole smells like piss and hot garbage Chicago didn't have much of a smell other than city garbage every once in a great while. I was also thankful that there were many public restrooms and bonus they were fairly clean! Chicago definitely gets Jaymz's "Best City" award. *thumbs up*

Also, they have Ricochet Rabbit.

[nani-nonny]

A new day, a new round of, wait drum ro please.... LEONARDO HUNGR GAMES 💙

I swear in the beginning of the " The bloodbath " almost everyone are taking weapons it DOESN'T belong to them!! Like hypno with the sais, f!mikey with sword! AND raphie grabbed an empty bag of food of lord.

AND WARRANT KILLED LCD!! NOOOOO OH MY GOD ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!! LCD DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!! HE'S GETTING RUFFLED IN HIS STORY! IN AM BLUE FIC AND NOW IN LEO HUNGR GAMES!!🥺

First day of hunger games

- and the little kids leos are up to their shenanigans again (especially disaster twin).

- OMO LEO - kid ver - KILLED HYPNO!! OH MY LORD!!

- Setting sun future mikey hurt himself, bruh so much for mystic warrior/jk

- MF OMO F!Leo just scared me off - am easily scared- bet he jump scared me 🥲

- I swear Nani your survival tactics is to stay in group and i hate you for abandoning me/jk

- OH MY LORD WDS FUTURE LEO TRIED TO KILL OG FUTURE LEO!! OH MY GOD HE'S MAD HE WASN'T IN THE MOVIE!!!/LH

First night!

- What it's wrong with team WDS?! Dee can't make fire and mikey stepped on landmind?! Big blue come get your kids!!

- me and omo leo are such a mood... If we didn't had insomnia 🥲

- Warrent stone and lcd lil leo sleeping in shifts worry me BECAUSE HE KILLED OLDER LCD!!

- Wanna know what Nani's singing to go to sleep...

- OMFG!! FAKE LEONARDO KILLING WDS LEO IS LIKE... FROM THE GAME " The outlast trails " Where when you lose your mind, a phantom comes to kill you... AND IT HAPPENED!!!🤯

- btw, the bottom part; red tending to leo's wounds, leo thinking of home and big mama thinking about winning is so canon things!✨

Day 2

As they say " new day new me! ", OG future leo got medical supplies and BM got one as well - my bets are she pulled few strings but it's still all good - and everything is... Oh wait some died..

- little LCD leo killed FUTURE OMO LEO?! AND REUNION ATTACKED RAPHIE?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!

- WDS ran away from you Nani XD BRUH HE KNOWS WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SO HE'S LIKE " oh hell naw!! ".

- Donnie shouldn't be on his own AND TO WHOM HE'S GONNA HUNT FOR?!?!

- WARRANT STONE TRICKING POOR APRIL 😢 SHE'S ADMIRING YOU!!!

Night 2

- Warrant stone letting future mikey in his shelter is scary because HE MAY KILL HIM NEXT!!

- BM shooing me and the leos is just so funny because that what old ladies do to most kids xD

Day 3

- REUNION OLDER LEO IS DYING FROM COLD?!? I KNOW YOUR BONES CAN'T DO MUCH BUT COME ON!!

- most players are either getting donations, going on trip to find themselves or... Just sleep like me 🥲

- GOD DYMN REUNION LIL LEO KILLED BOTH DMD AND WDS?! THE OLDER VER?!?!?🤯🤯

Night 3

- so many donations holy-!!

- lcd little leo shooing big mama from his fire is complete karma xD

- SS!F!Mikey getting awake by nightmares is so canon, why would he try and bring his little him in the bad-timeline?

- Nani and lil dmd leo talking about the game can't be good, can't it?/jk

Day 4

- YO YO YO YO!! NANI YOU TRIED TO SEND ME TO THE AFTERLIFE?!?! AM ON YOUR TEAM!!/JK/LH

Night 4

- First of; AHAHA KARMA!! YOU ATTACKED ME AND YOU GOT A LANDMINE IN RETURN/JK

- DEE POISON LEO?!?! OH NOO WHAT?!?!

- I passed out... Hope i didn't died to otherwise me and you will continue our fight in another area/jk

Day 5

- WAIT YO AM ALIVE!! And lord i would sh!t myself if i figured two buff ass turtles are not that far from me, I DON'T WANT TO GET BEAT UP 😭😭

- I laughed at how Warrant " Sprained " his leg while he's soooo slow xD bet future leo would step on him with no second thought.

- LIL DMD LEO KILLED LCD LEO?!?! OH MY GOD THEY HAVE SO MUCH BLOODS!?

- DEE AND APRIL OFFED WITH THEMSELVES TOO?!?!🤯🤯🤯🤯

TO BE CONTINUED

The scramble for weapons that don’t match in the beginning makes me laugh hahaha I guess first come first serve

The night 1 canon moment of Big Mama thinking about winning lol she can see the prize money a mile away hahaha

Me and dmd lil Leo in cahoots about the leftover tributes hehehe totally not concerning /sarcasm

Night 4 where I accidentally step on a landmine sounds accurate to my life lol what a way to go

I’m rooting for you to win haha!

[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

Chapter 13

Word count : 2419

Mention of drugs , it’s cute and angsty still and supportive and just fluff

Matty's POV

Once I write the text I read it over to make sure I didn't miss anything out and then send it knowing an answer will never come is still upsetting but it's also grounding knowing I can say anything and not be corrected or told to think about things. I spend sometime reading over things I've sent since she passed it's bringing tears to my eyes again. I don't quite know how long I'd been lying there, but i here his little voice come from the screen

"That doesn't look like sleeping to me love", he's looking a little bleary eyed and confused "are you okay ?"

I look up at him and drop my phone down onto my pillow like a child who'd been caught up after bedtime chuckling a little bit at myself "I'm alright I was just reading some stuff", I smile at him to confirm I'm alright.

"What we're you reading, you looked a little upset", pulling the duvet around himself more he rubs his eyes and tries to get everything into focus again.

"Just old texts I sent to Janey , I sent her a text just telling her about you , I've been doing it a-lot since she passed it helps a lot", I pull my pillow under me better so I can lay right. I feel better than before It must be wearing off and I'm much more settled.

"About me , why ?", he looks so young right now, so gorgeous , I know I've said it before but I'll keep saying it's because it's true.

"I was telling her about this guy I met and how lovely he is and how much he helps me", fuck I'm blushing again, my face is warm from the blush, I can't deny it though he constantly makes me blush, the idea of being able to maybe love him one day keeps playing in my mind it's weird.

"I'm lovely? , I'm sorry Matty , are you good bruv ?" , man even his sarcasm is cute , but seriously I could talk about him all day , he then begins to laugh and sits up a little "it's funny though"

"What's funny?"

"I was just telling my friends about this guy I'd met , how interesting I find him , even though I don't know him all the well but he's really handsome" , he's blushing too now and seems a little nervous with this revelation, he doesn't need to be I do find him lovely and VERY attractive "I wasn't lying earlier when I said your fit"

"Neither was I" , letting out a sigh I'd been holding without realising, I switch on my bedside light now feeling alot better that before, I feel like a 14 year old teenager again just falling for someone without even knowing them it's stupid " I really like having you around"

"I like having you around too, I wish I could I’m hug you right now", he still seems shy I could easily change that one day

"That would be amazing if I'm honest just to hold someone for a minute", I want to I really do

We get talking for a while a lot into the night talking about the things we like and don't like , stories of friends and funny anecdotes, he tells me the story of when he broke his wrist.Where laughing at it , I'm laughing that hard my stomach hurts and my eyes are streaming. This guy is amazing. I swear I've never felt this close to someone before other than the boys and Janey . I tell him the story of Ross when we were 13 smoking for the first time how high he got and ate basically everything in my fridge and how mad my Mum got because he ate what she had bought for dinner. The story of when my brother was born and how scared I was because I thought I'd break him but now we're literally the most inseparable brothers could be.

"You really love everyone in your life dont you Matty?, you hold them so close", Since starting the conversation we'd both woken up a lot and started becoming more animated but I"ve learned how much this kid talks.

"I love em all there all amazing, you should meet them one day", I swear one day I'll make sure he meets them

"You mean you actually wanna meet me?", how is he still unsure of that I want him around.

"Your an actual twat G , yes I want to meet you", he's smiling like an actual numpty again as am I. I don't really know if I'd ever stop smiling while he's talking to me. He really does make me feel safe "Can I tell you something George , please don't go mad at me though."

"That's ominous , but yes go ahead you can tell me anything", I really hope this doesn't push him away but people are always telling me to be honest, so im going to be honest the most honest I've ever been. Not even my mother knows.

"Well ...I think I might have a drug problem". My face is red right now but not from blushing this time more so nerves and how scared I am of being sincere and honest.

"I have an inckling that you don't mean weed do you ?" , I can tell he's listening because he's looking at me so much worry in his eyes and he's paying attention but he doesn't seem cross or mad so I keep going.

"No I mean , cocaine , I used to only do it at parties or when I was out with my mates , not that they ever would there amazing , but lately it's more often and it makes me feel better about things and stops me thinking for a while" I stop to take a breath then continue "and I know I shouldn't rely on it , and it's probably the worst thing I could turn too but it helps it really does"

"Matty slow down, you don't have to explain to me okay,I'll help you stop if that's what you want , is that what was wrong earlier ?",Im so glad he's not mad , I would if it were the other way around and I was talking to me but that's why he's so different, and he's so understanding. I didn't think he'd be this calm but I'm glad he is. "Like I knew something was off about earlier but I didn't know want you to be upset with me"

"Yeh in all honesty,after singing that song , I knew it would take me hours to calm down". It's weird being honest and not being pushed away or getting in trouble. I don't know how easy it will be to stop but if he really means what he said I'll try for him.

"I'm sorry love, how does it make you feel", he's now sat fully up and trying to find something I don't know what but I'm sure I'll find out eventually. I don't know how it makes me feel really it just empties me out and calms me, settling me down per say

"It just for lack of better words makes me feel nothing, just clears my brain of everything that's making me feel out of place", The room is starting to get a little warm so I remove my jumper just sitting in a T-shirt and my boxers, I know being honest is good but it really doesn't feel that good sometimes

"Well , I'm going to help you feel that way when you need it but what I need from you is to tell me when you feel like you need it and please for the love of god don't disappear" . As I remove my jumper I can see him eyeing me up a little even though he's trying to be serious, but I can't help but blush at the little twinkle in his eye as my T-shirt rides up a little.

"I'll do my best, I won't go anywhere that I can promise but it might be a little harder to do the other thing , but I'll try", I wanna play with him a little I get up out of the bed and place my laptop on the desk at the other side and take off my T-shirt then come to the desk sitting down and getting my Xbox remote putting my headset around my neck looking like I'm about to put them on I can see him blush again and he's slightly fidgety. I don't want to take it to far it would just be a little weird this early on but I can guarantee he loved it , trust me I know how to flirt.

He coughs a little to get his voice back " That's , that's okay so long as you know I'm here" , he's still bright red and his pupils are still blown wide "I know where having a serious conversation right now but your really handsome"

"I am , am I?" , I smile at the screen and start playing with the headset wires rolling it through my hands , I can see myself in the corner of my screen my hairs a mess and my shoulders and top half of my torso is showing I look a mess , slightly skinny as my coller bones are protruding and my arms are like twigs. But I can't deny I'm still pretty

"Yeh", I know he's young but I don't know if he knows how to flirt but you know what he's cute so I'll deal with it.

"Wanna play something, we can play fifa if you want ?"

"Sure , that would be cool". I run over to get my remote and come back and he's already up getting everything prepared, I wait till he's ready before starting a game "what team you gunna be but you can't be no shit second league team"

"Ahh young warrior you know nothing , I'm playing as Newcastle United and if you say anything this game ain't gunna happen" , I pick my team and I see he picks Sunderland I swear it was just to annoy me , rival teams and all "I swear you did that on purpose"

"Maybe I did" he chuckles to himself and the game begins.

The first half is played really poorly by both of us, none of our teams are doing what we wish they'd do, My goalie is honestly the only player playing right. I know I'm controlling it but nope it's not my fault none of them are playing right. I've netted at least two goals to his one. We went silent as the second half approached. The second half was alot better everyone is cooperative and Ive managed to score another two goals, Im really doing George's head in, he's really trying but I've managed to accidentally injure two if his plays causing one of mine to get a red card so we are both down team players but by the time the end of the game comes he is really not winning. I cheer to myself when I do win trying not to wake everyone up in the house as it's a little late and I know my mum will tell me to go to sleep if she hears me up

"See I told you I'd beat your ass", he's sat on the other end of the screen looking like a petulant child because he didn't win , and if he didn't look so cute I'd be totally turned off right now so he's lucky

"Nah mate I swear you cheated, I demand a rematch" , he's also moved over to his desk for better setting and game play action.

"Sure but watch me just beat you again , one more game and then bed because it's late and we said we'd go to bed hours ago ?"

"Sounds good to me love"

We start up another game same teams as before just to keep it mutual, he manages to score within the first five minutes.he cheers to himself which makes me smile. I really have to show I mean business and I won't just let him win because he's cute, I tackle his defenders just before they get into my goal line and break way past his centre mid player passing it to my stricker and score and amazing goal. I swear if I could play this well in real life I could be a footballer. The second have breezes by 1 - 1 each not to bad but the second half we both up our anti he scored a few more times and i equalize there's two minutes of extra time which causes me to score my last one just before the game ends "fuck he's just in time"

"Fuck you man", he's smiling though and he looks like he had a good time, we're both calm and in a world of our own. Just at that my mum come into my room wearing her dressing gown and her glasses are at the end of her nose like she'd put them on hastily "Matty love it really is time you should be in bed , tell your friends your going offline now and try get some sleep okay you've got school" I turn in my chair and smile at her before she leaves "sorry mum"

George and I have a good little giggle about it but we know we do need to go to bed. So we turn the game off as we both get settle into bed. Placing my laptop onto my bed next to me and I watch him get back into his getting comfortable and trying to stay warm "I really do wish you were here Georgie". I smile then get comfortable myself

"Me too love , but let's try to sleep again yeh, time for shush now" he moves his hand up to the screen like he's trying to ruffle my hair "good night love"

I smile at his cheesy little action but feel those butterflies in my stomach that people say they get when they like someone "goodnight darlin" I turn off my bedside lamp and really fall asleep this time hoping I do have good dreams.

[silkenblankets]

Bow For Me

Day #2 - G-40087

cw;; pet whump, mild sexual assault

Ya I told the Capt’ that I had a good feeling in my gut. Something was gonna happen at base today, I ain’t going on the hunt today, I gotta clean me a nice deer and get that fire going. What was funny was that gut feeling was me just bein’ hungry. I like to lick the fat off when nobody be here. Runs right off the body and I can lick it off like the dog I am. Ya know what they say, once a pet always a pet.

I was takin’ myself out a smoke break after I finished skinning that thing. I threw the skin into a pile outside, planning to let it freeze overnight. I wasn’t a sewer, 31 was our art guy. Could probably make me a nice little poncho outta the rough stuff if I asked him.

I had gotten two good puffs in, I savor those cigarettes it’s rare that we get one. So imagine how surprised I was when I accidentally dropped it onto the ground. My body would never let me waste such a precious item if it wasn’t have a pure emotion.

A shape walked into our base without a care in the world. No weapons, no defense, didn’t even seem terribly worried. That was our turf, what they doin’?

I walked into the house after the shadow, being as weary as a drunk tryin’ to pass a substance test. It happened within minutes— the shadow came running out as fast as it could, paired with a terrified scream. Yeah, I was pretty shaken up myself, I ain’t got company here. It just me.

The decision to capture the madman was easy, then I could chain ‘em up and wait for the boss. I didn’t even need to do much, I gave them a mighty shove when they passed it and they hit the ground like a rock.

Dustin’ my hands off on my pants, I was certainly startled, Ya, I just did that. And I was surprised to see the shadow disfigure itself, the guy was holdin’ a kid? Our protocol for this kinda stuff was to tie ‘em up outside, and while on the topic I feel like we were prepared for anything ‘cept a kid showing up. Felt kinda bad, poor kid looked very frightened. Big eyes, shakin’ the guy— oh shoot she was askin’ for Mamma.

Capt’ didn’t prepare us for kids nor them women. I was really rolling some dice here, could get into trouble no matter what I did. Maybe the excitement of a woman would distract Capt’ from the fact I messed up. None of us ‘cept Capt’ have gotten to touch a woman before, it’ll be chaos.

I decided to drag her to the butcher room, grab some of them chains we use to hang the deer up. Hoisted her up the ceiling like that deer next to us, oh she’s gonna have a fright when she wakes up. Oh well, maybe she’ll be fine. Ugh, wish Capt’ was here to help me out a bit.

I set the kid on the table, didn’t know what else to do.

…

That’s a lie I did know what to do. I gave the kid a deer bone to chew on and on my way out I gave the lovely lady’s boobs a lil’ tiny squish.

When I sat down at the poker table, I was still a bit shaken.

Day #2 - Captain E-112120

I'd been wandering the woods around the station all morning, mostly looking to see if I could find some edible plants. So far my pockets had a lot of blueberries and a few good pieces of rhubarb, wasn't sure if anyone else would eat them but that just meant more for me. Here I thought I might starve once I mad with out here, geez I didn't think people would pass up such a good area. Guess I should've run off sooner, ha!

I thought I heard rustling off to the side, looking up to see nothing but shadows. With a small glare, I dismissed it as a wild animal, or another runaway. Tch, better not be a snitch. Couldn't break my streak now, really I swear I'll lose my mind.

As I walked back to the old gas station, I stopped to grab a bundle of sticks tied up by the entrance. I had some time to kill, anyway. Stepping inside, I glanced over to see one of the fellas was sitting at the poker table. Really it was just a display table surrounded by upside-down buckets but it got the job done. I set the sticks on the table, my gaze wandering further into the building.

Oh, looks like someone got a deer all skinned and strung up. That'd taste good later- holy hell. There was a man strung up beside it, and a girl? Dear God it wasn’t a man, it was a woman. Despite the mask muffling the sigh, I still stared at my fellow runaway through the dark veil that acted as the only barrier between us. I pointed to the lady, then to him.

"You mind tellin me why we got a stranger inside the walls? Who the hell hangs a lady like that anyway?" I rambled, my fingers drumming the table. "Let her down, see if she's worth talking to..."

[runningwolf62]

“I need you to find Brennan, and get him away from Esti in a way that she won’t follow.” “Oh, is that all?” Dorian asks. “That will be–” “And I need you to bring him back to me in a timely manner,” Ena interrupts. “I need to talk to him. And you. Without Esti around.” “You’re making this much less fun,” Dorian says.

Yeah, yeah that's Dorian.

Cole, sitting on a table next to a few cheese wheels, swinging his legs, staring at the floor, suddenly looks up at her.

We cannot escape cheese wheels.

“It was glowing like - like you’re closing a rift with it,” Brennan says, “but when nothing is happening.” In the quiet, he swears he can hear it. Not a steady hum, but an erratic crackling like a distant fire, and then it pops—

Making Brennan able to hear magic was such a good move on my part, because it lets you do shit like this to me. Being able to hear the anchor destabilizing? Fuck.

Read more so I can go feral.

Ena stares down at her hand. Curls it into a fist. “Right,” she says. “Actually, I’m dying.”  “This isn’t all that funny,” Dorian says, his voice hardening to a cold edge because it can’t - it has to be—

You write Dorian so well, that he immediately gets mad and cold when he's hurting, you've got his voice down so well, it hurts. And if he just got the news his dad's dead. God.

“You should have said something!” Dorian says. “To me, if no one else!” Brennan doesn’t know what he should take this remark to mean.

God we love the fucked up layers to this weird dynamic, because of the Bad Future he never saw as companion. He was in it but he doesn't know it, only secondhand, and doesn't connect why Dorian might hurt that Ena left him out of it.

I love the discussion of Brennan's relationship with Solas, and how he and Ena used to spend so much time together, and thinking about how Brennan, hanging out on the level of the library above, would've known. He and Dorian leaning on the railing, Ena and Solas below them, for months, that's how it was and then it wasn't and Solas wouldn't answer why.

Two years and it’s never made sense. Brennan hasn’t even had half an answer. Ena said once she thinks he must be an ancient elf like those at the Temple of Mythal, but that still doesn’t answer the biggest why. 

I love the ripples of Solas leaving, and how none of them had answers for it.

He left and now she’s going to die.

Like that, which hit me like a truck.

“I’m not asking you to try and fix this,” Ena says. “Or even - Tevinter doesn’t deserve you, Dorian, but it needs you. Brennan, go where you will, wherever your heart takes you. I just need you to - to look after Esti. When I’m gone. Whatever else you have to do, promise - promise me you’ll make sure she’s okay before you leave.”

Hey what if I just bawled huh? What if I just started crying.

Brennan chokes out a sound like a goat. Then he tries again. “Yeah,” he manages. His head spins. He needs to sit down but if he moves he might just collapse. “Yeah, I promise. But I - if you’re not going to tell her - I don’t think—” “She’ll find out,” Ena says. “Soon. I’m sure.” She isn’t asking him to hide it. She doesn’t think she can hide it. She just knows that Esti chafes when she thinks Ena is treating her like a child, but Ena - Ena wants to protect her. Even now. Even after. Make sure Esti’s okay. Make sure Esti doesn’t know how Ena worries. Even now.

So I need to talk about this real quick, of how Ena is Esti's older sister and Brennan's never had that in his life, because his don't care and just being given that amount of trust and not fully understanding but also he's hurting because Ena have him the inquisition as a place to be home and safe and now she's dying.

“A hammering heartbeat, not yours, louder in the last verse,” Cole says. “Your heart howling through crossroads, closer and calling for you, your hunt almost at its end.”

I'm gonna chew glass. The vague mention of Solas, and how he's waiting, specifically for her. Glass and drywall.

Brennan doesn’t know what all of that means, but it doesn’t sound very good. Too much of it sounds final. Last verse. The end of the hunt. He really needs to sit down.

Same Brennan and I'm sitting. Also, gonna eat a brick about Avrian and Ena and the parallels between them and how Witch Hunt is Avrian finding Morrigan.

“I know you would,” she says. “Even if I didn’t make you promise. But I - thank you.”

Crying, sobbing, screaming.

Dorian lets out his breath in a shuddering sigh. Brennan lets his body give up, sinks to the floor, and puts his head in his hands.

You write how my boy expresses so much of himself through his body language so well, I really love that you either stole the brain cell or picked up on that Brennan speaks a lot through how he caries himself and this is exactly how he'd respond to this.

Not me thinking about how Brennan gets hit with Dorian going back to Tevinter and Ena dying in rapid succession. But what I actually came to ask is does Ena ask him to take care of Esti because she knows her sister's gonna be a mess?

“Dorian,” Ena says. “I need your help.”

“Of course,” Dorian says. “What ever would you do without me?”

The corner of Ena’s mouth twitches. She holds her left hand with her right, her thumb pressing into the center of her palm where the Anchor resides. “I need you to find Brennan, and get him away from Esti in a way that she won’t follow.”

“Oh, is that all?” Dorian asks. “That will be–”

“And I need you to bring him back to me in a timely manner,” Ena interrupts. “I need to talk to him. And you. Without Esti around.”

“You’re making this much less fun,” Dorian says.

“Dorian,” Ena says. “Please.” 

Her voice hitches on the single word.

“All right,” Dorian says, his manner snapping back to sober. “I’ll get him.”

-

Ena drags them all the way down to the pantry off of the least-used kitchen. Cole is waiting there, like Ena asked him to clear the kitchen, or perhaps to find her a location already cleared. “This doesn’t - ah!” She winces and flexes her left hand as it flashes green for a moment. “This doesn’t leave this room.”

“Are you sure that’s all right?” Dorian asks.

“It’s fine,” Ena says.

Cole, sitting on a table next to a few cheese wheels, swinging his legs, staring at the floor, suddenly looks up at her.

“It was glowing like - like you’re closing a rift with it,” Brennan says, “but when nothing is happening.” In the quiet, he swears he can hear it. Not a steady hum, but an erratic crackling like a distant fire, and then it pops—

The bright green light flares for a moment again. Ena hisses softly.

“It hurts,” Cole says. “You brought them here because it isn’t fine.”

Ena stares down at her hand. Curls it into a fist. “Right,” she says. “Actually, I’m dying.” 

“This isn’t all that funny,” Dorian says, his voice hardening to a cold edge because it can’t - it has to be—

“The anchor has been doing this for a while,” Ena says. “And getting worse. And now with the Crossroads, all the magic there, it’s getting–” She curls her hand into a fist. It’s shaking. “It’s going to kill me. Sooner.”

“How - how long is ‘a while’?” Brennan asks. It can’t - it can’t be as bad as she’s saying. It can’t. Someone would’ve noticed. He would’ve - he would’ve seen something. Esti would’ve. And Ena - she’s at the training grounds less, but there’s not a war. She doesn’t do her hair like she used to, with the braid, Esti remarked on that once, but that’s - she needs her hand to braid - to swing a sword - that can’t—

“Months,” Ena says. 

“And you didn’t–”

“You should have said something!” Dorian says. “To me, if no one else!”

Brennan doesn’t know what he should take this remark to mean.

“So you could do what?” Ena spreads her hands. They’re both shaking. “Dorian,” she says, softer now, “there’s nothing you could have done. We don’t know anything about this magic, even now.”

Dorian laughs. It’s sour, and ugly, and bitter, and curdles in the pit of Brennan’s stomach. “Solas does,” Dorain says, and the sneer wraps itself all around the words.

“Well,” Ena says, and her expression has gone still, her eyes forced just a little too wide like if she blinks she’ll cry, “he’s not here, is he.”

Brennan remembers all the times he went down to the rotunda with questions for Solas. He’d always thought that Solas had been so patient with him, the human who’s not even a mage, blundering in trying to understand something so far beyond him. All the times he went down to the rotunda and Ena was already there with questions of her own. Or her books, or Inquisition correspondence and reports, laid out on the floor around her while Solas worked on his frescos, the two of them separate in a companionable silence. And Brennan remembers talking to Solas - after - and how even if the conversation never veered anywhere close to Ena, or wasn’t a conversation about anything at all but just a passing hello, sadness still hung heavy over him.

Either he was the world’s greatest actor, greatest liar, or - what? Or what?

Two years and it’s never made sense. Brennan hasn’t even had half an answer. Ena said once she thinks he must be an ancient elf like those at the Temple of Mythal, but that still doesn’t answer the biggest why. 

Brennan wishes that Dorian hadn’t brought up his name. Ena knows as well as he does that Solas was the only one who could ever have claimed to understand the mark.

He left and now she’s going to die.

“I’m not asking you to try and fix this,” Ena says. “Or even - Tevinter doesn’t deserve you, Dorian, but it needs you. Brennan, go where you will, wherever your heart takes you. I just need you to - to look after Esti. When I’m gone. Whatever else you have to do, promise - promise me you’ll make sure she’s okay before you leave.”

“Of course,” Dorian says softly. Ena smiles sadly, curling her left hand up against her stomach and reaching out and squeezing Dorian’s hand with her right. 

Brennan chokes out a sound like a goat. Then he tries again. “Yeah,” he manages. His head spins. He needs to sit down but if he moves he might just collapse. “Yeah, I promise. But I - if you’re not going to tell her - I don’t think—”

“She’ll find out,” Ena says. “Soon. I’m sure.”

She isn’t asking him to hide it. She doesn’t think she can hide it. She just knows that Esti chafes when she thinks Ena is treating her like a child, but Ena - Ena wants to protect her. Even now. Even after. Make sure Esti’s okay. Make sure Esti doesn’t know how Ena worries. Even now.

“A hammering heartbeat, not yours, louder in the last verse,” Cole says. “Your heart howling through crossroads, closer and calling for you, your hunt almost at its end.”

Brennan doesn’t know what all of that means, but it doesn’t sound very good. Too much of it sounds final. Last verse. The end of the hunt. He really needs to sit down.

“I won’t get any sappier on you now, don’t worry,” Ena is saying to Dorian, and Brennan doesn’t know if he missed words in between. “Heavens forbid. Sooner isn’t now.” She lets go of his hand. “I’ll wax poetic about your virtues once I’m on my deathbed and not before.”

“Oh, well, if you want to sing my praises and tell me how I’ve carried this Inquisition as far as it’s come, by all means—”

“Later!” Ena says brightly, but Brennan can hear where her chipper tone is forced. He’s known her long enough to pick up on that. “For now, I must go speak with Cullen again, and I—” She stops in the doorway. Cole slides off the table. “I know you would,” she says. “Even if I didn’t make you promise. But I - thank you.”

Then before either of them can say anything in turn, she is gone, with Cole trailing after her like a shadow. Silence falls. The crackle of the anchor fades. A door closes across the kitchen. Dorian lets out his breath in a shuddering sigh. Brennan lets his body give up, sinks to the floor, and puts his head in his hands.

[sebscore]

SHUT DOWN | SEBASTIAN VETTEL & LEWIS HAMILTON 

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader, lewis hamilton x fem!reader 

time: november, 2019

word count: 3.4k 

warnings: christian horner. mentions of an affair. seb is kinda jealous, so hot seb. swearing. 

author's note: this is part of the 'Gentle Hit' series. masterlist found here. cursive dialogue :: French || normal dialogue :: English 

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''You're not gonna be mad at me, right?'' Y/N's voice sounded unsure through the phone, making Lewis laugh on the other side. ''It's in your contract, darling. I can't do much about that.'' He assured her. 

Since Y/N is the global ambassador of Red Bull, she was obligated to attend a few races each year. They had given her an invite to the United States Grand Prix in Austin, to which she had agreed to go. 

However, a couple days after she had confirmed to go, Lewis had also invited her to join him in the Mercedes garage. She really wanted to say yes to her boyfriend, knowing this could be the race where he wins his sixth World Championship. Y/N wanted to be able to support him and potentially celebrate with him, but her contract prevented her from being able to do that. 

''Just know that on the inside I'm rooting for you, chéri.'' Y/N was still finishing up a tennis tournament after which she would fly to Austin. ''I know that, sweetie. I can't wait to see you, I feel like it's been ages.'' Lewis just wanted to be back in her arms again, her presence gave him a sense of peace. 

''I miss you too. I just wish I could be there for you like all of the other girlfriends.'' 

Her and Lewis had decided to keep their relationship private until they were both ready to officially go public. It wasn't that they were ashamed of their relationship or that it was because of Y/N's contract with his rival team. They just didn't want the public pressure so early on their relationship, they were both very public figures and they didn't want any malicious rumors or articles ruin what they have. 

''No, don't say that, my love. You might not be able to show it on the outside, but I know you're my biggest cheerleader and that's enough for me.'' Yes, he was sad that they couldn't show support to each other like normal couples could, but just having her there is already a huge support to him. 

She chuckled hearing his words. ''I am your biggest cheerleader, don't ever forget that, Mr. Hamilton!'' Y/N laughed. 

''Hey, honey? I have to go, they're calling me.'' His free practice was coming up and his team was waiting for him to join them. ''Alright, go get 'em, tiger!'' She cheered him on. ''It's just a practice, darling.'' He laughed, her French accent making her sentence 10x more funny. ''I know, but still, good luck, chéri! I love you!'' 

''I love you, honey!'' The couple bid their goodbyes to each other and went back to their own respective sports. 

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''Hey Y/N, nice to see you, how are you?'' Christian, Red Bull's Head Principal, greeted her with a hug. ''I'm great and you?'' Horner and her got along, although she knew that the man wasn't too fond of the attention that the female garnered, as it sometimes took away from him or his drivers. 

''Qualifying wasn't what we hoped, but we're still hopeful for a good race.'' He referred to Verstappen and Albon failing to gain the pole position the day before, Max having to start from P3 and Alex from P6. ''I'm sure they will make it count, Christian. They're good drivers and they've both performed well this season.'' 

''That's good to hear, we're happy to have you with us.'' The Englishman made sure to put an emphasis on the ''with us''. 

Rumors of the relationship between Lewis and Y/N had been floating around for a while now. Neither of them had ever responded to it, not finding it anyone's business but theirs. They had told family members and very close friends, trusting them to keep the relationship to themselves and not leak anything to the press. 

It wasn't a big rumor, but it did cause people to keep their eyes on the Mercedes driver and the tennis star. Red Bull had even reached out to her when the gossip first started spreading, asking her if it was true. They had contacted her around the time when her and Lewis weren't official yet, so technically she wasn't lying when she told them that they weren't together. 

So, Horner's words didn't come as a surprise to her. ''I'm happy to be here, Christian.'' He simply nodded at her, figuring she got his subliminal message. ''I'll see you later, alright?'' 

''Yes, I'll see you.'' The man walked off, presumably to the Red Bull camp. Y/N didn't feel ready yet to be surrounded by all the RB energy and decided to take a small stroll around the paddock, maybe being able to get a quick glance of Lewis as she hadn't seen her boyfriend. 

She didn't find the man, but she did run into some of his competitors, including a young Monagesque. ''Hey, Y/N!'' Charles greeted her, a small kiss on the cheek. ''Charles! How have you been?'' Y/N had always been smitten with the young man, finding him quite charming. 

''Good, good. And you? It's been some months since I last saw you!'' The two got along pretty well, always ready to have a conversation once the two saw each other. ''I know, my schedule has been pretty hectic.'' She told him, giving him a smile. 

''Charles!'' Another French accent joined the pair. ''Oh, Y/N! I didn't see you, I'm sorry.'' Pierre apologized, feeling bad for not properly greeting the woman. ''Don't worry about it, Gasly,'' she shook it off, ''you're lucky it's you.'' Y/N jokingly giving him a stern look. 

''How are we feeling about the race, boys?'' She asked the pair, curious about their thoughts. Pierre shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to have great fate in the GP today, while Charles expressed his excitement. ''I'm starting from the second row, so I'm feeling quite good about it.'' He told them, a soft smile appearing on his face. 

''Awesome! You know, you've probably heard it a thousand times, but you guys are still young and have many more races coming your way, so it's okay if you're not feeling your best.'' Her words were more directed at Pierre, knowing this season wasn't what he had been hoping for. She could see on his face that he appreciated the advice, his head nodding along to every word she said. ''We won't forget it, Y/N.'' Charles thanked her. 

''Hello, guys.'' 

Sebastian had seen the three of them talking in front of the Ferrari hospitality, debating whether to join them or to pretend he hadn't seen them while he walked in. He opted for the first option and decided to join them, even if it would be awkward. 

''Hey, Seb!'' ''Sebastian!'' Pierre and Charles chorused, greeting the older driver. Y/N's smile turned into a tightlipped one as the German locked eyes with her. 

''Y/N, good to see you.'' He initiated two kisses on each of her cheeks. '''Hi, good to see you too.'' She awkwardly greeted him, a bit surprised by his sudden appearance. 

''Congrats on Wimbledon.'' Sebastian said, a soft smile gracing his face. ''Thank you, I appreciate it.'' Winning Wimbledon had been one of the highlights of her year, it was nice to see your hard work being paid off. 

''Yeah, you gave Serena a good run for her money.'' Charles complimented her, making Y/N laugh at the comment. ''Thanks, it wasn't easy though.'' On-court, her and Serena were rivals, but off-court, they got along really well. They recognised each other's hard work and determination, there was a great respect between the two of them. 

''You did really well, Y/N.'' The sincerity with which Sebastian was speaking made her almost speechless. ''Thank you, Sebastian.'' 

''How have you been?'' He asked her, the former World Champion hadn't seen her in months. ''Well, you know, tennis, tennis and some more tennis.'' She nervously laughed. 

Since she had started dating Lewis, she had been wanting to stay clear from Sebastian. She didn't feel guilty for dating one of his greatest rivals and friends, but Y/N knew the German driver wouldn't be too happy about it. ''How have you been, Vettel?'' 

''You know, racing, racing and some more racing.'' He copied her answer, trying to ease the tension that was in the air. ''How's the lady and the baby, Seb?'' Pierre asked, a little confused as to why he wouldn't mention his wife's pregnancy.

Whatever tension that Sebastian was trying to get rid off, made its way back and this time the two young men were also aware of it. 

Seb scratched his voice. ''She's good, they're both doing good.'' He quickly answered the Frenchman, avoiding Y/N's eyes. ''That's good to hear.'' 

An awkward silence followed that was quite painful to be a part of. ''Hey, I'm gonna go now, but good luck in the race later.'' Y/N was the first one to break the uneasiness and made a run for it, walking back to the Red Bull hospitality. 

The three men watched her leave, before Charles turned to Pierre and Sebastian. ''Do you guys think it's true that she's dating him?'' He asked them. ''I don't know, if they are, they're hiding it quite well.'' Pierre said to his friend, not being quite sure of the situation. 

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows at the young men's talk. ''Sorry, I can't follow.'' Had he missed something? 

''Y/N and Lewis.'' Charles clarified for him. 

''What about Y/N and Lewis?'' Sebastian asked, totally oblivious to what the Monegasque was insinuating. 

''The rumor that they're a couple.'' Pierre was surprised that Sebastian didn't seem to know about it, it had been the gossip around the paddock for a while now. 

Sebastian must have been in his own world, cause this was the first time he had heard about this. He didn't know how to feel about it, so he remained silent. 

''So, what do you think, Seb? George thinks it's true and Lando thinks that Lewis couldn't have possibly pulled her.'' Charles asked, trying to fill in the silence that came from Seb's side. 

He was pulled out of his trance. ''I… I don't know, boys. I'm too old for this kind of shit.'' He gave them a polite smile and after that he disappeared into the Ferrari building, suddenly having the urge to be alone with his thoughts. 

Pierre and Charles watch in confusion as Seb walks away from them. ''What was that about?'' Pierre looked at his friend, who shook his head in return. ''I have no idea, I've never seen him like that.'' He answered. 

''Wait a second, didn't he and Y/N used to have a thing?'' Pierre suddenly remembered the old gossip between the German and the French lady. ''Oh yeah! Did they confirm that?'' Charles asked him. Pierre shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to know. ''I don't think so, but it would explain his reaction.'' 

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''VALTTERI BOTTAS CROSSES THE LINE TO WIN THE US GRAND PRIX, BUT BEHIND HIM, ADDING ANOTHER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TO HIS COLLECTION, IS LEWIS HAMILTON! CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!''

Y/N proudly watched as Lewis crossed the line in P2, becoming a sixth time World Champion. She wanted to celebrate, but too bad she was stuck between the Red Bull engineers who applauded for Max and Alex as they crossed the line in third and fifth place. She clapped and cheered along with them as they cheered for Max's podium finish. 

Afterwards, everyone made their way to the front of the podium, where she watched her boyfriend celebrating along with his teammate and the entire Mercedes team. Y/N had also spotted Lewis' family and she had subtly given a nod to his mum and dad. 

The podium ceremony had finished and the drivers still had some media obligations to do. Lewis had sent her a quick text, asking her to come to his driver's room as he was done with all the formalities. To which she had happily agreed to go. It was a risky move, but she trusted Lewis. 

Y/N seemed to have gotten lucky as she didn't run into many people on her way to his private space and the ones she did run into didn't seem to know who she was or they didn't care. 

She knocked on his door, but didn't wait for him to tell her to come in. She could see the biggest smile forming on his face as he saw his girlfriend walking in. He opened his arms and lifted her off the ground. 

''My champion!'' She giggled, swinging around in his embrace. ''I'm so proud of you, mon amour! You're champion of the world!'' Y/N exclaimed, wanting him to know how much pride she held for him. 

''Thank you so much, darling. You have no idea how happy I am that you're here.'' He had sat her feet back down on the floor, but his arms didn't let her escape him. 

Y/N cupped his face and brought his face closer to hers, pulling him in for a kiss. Lewis' hand went from her waist, slowly sliding it into her hair. She broke the kiss momentarily. ''I love you.'' She murmured, so close she was basically saying it against his lips. ''I love you.'' He mumbled back, pressing his lips back against hers, while not being able to contain his smile. 

They both pull back. ''I'll change and then we'll meet my family to celebrate, alright? My cousins can't wait to finally meet you.'' Lewis told her, while starting to take off his racing suit. 

Y/N sets herself down on the couch, admiring the man she can call hers. ''Me too! They always look so adorable in your pictures.'' She said to him, smiling from ear to ear. 

''They're already calling you Auntie Y/N.'' He laughed, reminiscing about the countless times his niece and nephew had asked for their ''Aunt'', despite having never met their Uncle's girlfriend. 

Y/N laughed along with him, finding it adorable. ''That's so cute, Lewis, your family is the best.'' She had gotten along great with his parents, step parents and siblings. The only people that are left are his 'little monsters' as Lewis calls them. 

Their quality time got interrupted by someone knocking on his door. Y/N looked at Lewis, asking if he was expecting anyone. ''No, not from what I know.'' He walked up to the door, not opening it fully to prevent the outsider from seeing his girlfriend sitting on the couch. 

''Oh, hey man.'' Y/N couldn't see who had knocked, since the door was blocking them. But as soon as the mysterious figure greeted Lewis back, her eyes almost fell out of her face. ''Hey, I just wanted to congratulate you again, you deserve it, man.'' Lewis motioned for Sebastian to walk into the room, blissfully unaware of what the German's actual intentions were. 

Sebastian stopped in his tracks once he spotted the woman sitting on Lewis' couch. They both were equally surprised to see each other in the World Champion's driver's room. ''You have a guest, I see.'' He said to Lewis, avoiding her eyes. 

''Uh, yeah,'' Lewis smiled at Y/N, ''we're kind of keeping it private for now.'' He told the Ferrari driver, confirming their relationship. 

Sebastian nodded at his friend. ''So the rumors are true?'' His eyes switched from Lewis to Y/N, the accusing tone of his voice not escaping her. She simply nodded, not wanting her voice to give away how uncomfortable she was. 

''It's still new, so we would appreciate it if you don't go and talk to other people about it, you know.'' Lewis trusted that Sebastian wouldn't go and tell everyone about their relationship, but he just wanted to be sure. 

''Don't worry about it,'' he told Lewis, after which he turned to Y/N, ''your secret is safe with me.'' She knew he was taunting her with it, but she also knew he wouldn't snitch on them. 

''Lewis! Come and take a picture with the crew!'' Angela yelled from behind the closed door. Lewis shot an apologetic look at Sebastian and Y/N. ''I'll be right back, love.'' She waved her hand, telling him to go. 

As soon as Lewis closed the door, Sebastian sat himself down next to Y/N, looking down at the floor. Before he had the chance to say something, she stopped him. ''Don't say a fucking word.'' 

''Out of everyone, out of everyone, Y/N… It had to be him.'' He looked and sounded disappointed, which greatly upset her. 

Y/N turned to him, visibly annoyed by his comment. ''It's been 6 years, Sebastian, you should get over it.'' 

''I am over it,'' he got back up again, ''but that doesn't mean I can't be upset over this.'' He was looking back at her now, his expression nothing but anger. 

''No, you don't get to be upset over this! It's ridiculous, Sebastian!'' Despite the harshness of her words, she remained calm on the outside. Y/N didn't want to get herself worked up, especially not because of Sebastian. 

He raised his eyebrow. ''It's not ridiculous! You just forgot all our time together? You're dating my fucking friend, Y/N.'' His German accent was very audible, due to his anger. 

''I was never upset about your wife or your kids! What makes you think you have any right to feel upset about me dating Lewis?'' Y/N clapped back, finding his behavior comical. 

Sebastian clenched his jaw. ''That's not fair! This is not the same!'' He spit through gritted teeth. 

''We were never together, Sebastian! You don't get to decide what's fair and what's not fair.'' She could feel herself getting worked up and she absolutely hated it. 

He scoffed at her words. ''Never together? Then what were we, Y/N? What was I? What were you?'' 

''I was the other fucking woman, Sebastian! What do you think we were? We were nothing.'' She had enough of him and this entire conversation. 

He looked speechless upon hearing her words. ''I'm leaving, this is complete bullshit.'' And with that, he left, not even waiting for Lewis to get back. 

During the few minutes it took for Lewis to appear again, Y/N calmed herself down and made sure there wasn't any evidence, on her face or in her behavior, of her argument with Sebastian.   

''Most of the reporters have left, so we can take the back exit if you want to?'' Lewis asked her, grabbing his stuff. 

Y/N nodded. ''That's good, I don't really feel like going our different ways now.'' She grabbed her handbag and walked over to her boyfriend, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

''Oh, you can't miss me for a couple more hours?'' He smirked, his arm sliding around her waist, pulling her in close. 

Y/N laughed. ''I had to be besties with Horner all day, I just want to spend time with my love.'' She groaned, thinking about how many times the Red Bull Racing head principal annoyed her throughout the day. 

''I missed you, I thought I would be fine seeing you with Red Bull, but it was actually quite hard.'' He confessed to her, a sad smile gracing his face. 

Seeing Lewis' face made her pout. ''Hey, don't be sad! I'm here now and you've got me for the rest of the night.'' Towards the end of her sentence, her pout had turned into a smirk. 

''I like the sound of that.'' He smirked now as well, putting his bag down and pulling her face closer, kissing her. The kiss started off gentle, but it quickly ended up getting heated. 

''Lew, come on, your family is probably waiting to celebrate.'' Y/N was the first one to pull back, reminding him they had a place to be. ''Alright, alright.'' He gave in, grabbing his bag from the ground and opening the door for her. 

''I forgot to ask you, where did Seb go?'' He asked her while they waited for their driver to start the car. ''Oh, he said something about a briefing, I think.'' She answered, her heartbeat raising at the mention of the Ferrari driver. 

''Ah, too bad. What did you guys talk about?'' Lewis continued asking, curious about what the two had done while he was away. ''You know, just about life… and how great you were this season.'' She lied again, awkwardly smiling at her boyfriend. 

He laughed. ''That's nice, it's great that the two of you get along.'' Lewis smiled, completely unaware how wrong his words were. 

''Me too.''

Oh, boy.

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[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”