#I added a bunch to this you're welcome and I'm sorry

[docholligay]

I talk about this a lot!

I have spent much of my life with a high level of human happiness, and this has been true even when I was what could be fairly called "up against it" in a financial-housing sense.

I credit a fair amount of this to two things, and a third thing I'll also mention, though it's not mentioned above:

I do things that are difficult and require a lot of personal work and discipline and sometimes suck very much. Doc this sounds not fun at all. Well, sometimes it isn't. I read challenging texts. I run long distances. I do very intense hikes. I try to learn embroidery and I swear a lot and boy am I not even close to basic skills there. BUT, I work hard at things that require me to struggle, and require me follow through, and when I DO I get not only a shot of dopamine, which is pretty easily obtained in modern society, but a longer lasting positive sense of self. My boot camp teacher doesn't tell us something isn't hard, she yells "You can do hard things!" and I think that's the key. I can do hard things. I know that about myself, when I do hard things. And this makes me feel like a person who is control of myself and my life, even when i am...struggling with that, and that feeling CARRIES, and lets me do things like planning menus, and cleaning up my office, and working on a hard craft project because I CAN DO HARD THINGS. I cannot tell you enough how much this sense of mastery can help carry you through difficulty in life, but you have to slog through the mud first. And to reiterate the above: Things you do on your computer do not count as much. They just don't, mentally. You can hate it as much as you like, but it is in fact true that building a tiny dollhouse out of superglue and popsicle sticks will make you feel better, long term, than minecraft.

I keep a fairly large group of in-person social connections. This is important for two reasons: In-person interactions count more, mentally. This isn't to say everyone has to be your best friend, but, you know, when you have positive contact with people in your day to day life, it is a good thing, that makes you feel good. And two, the 'touch grass' of human interaction-- I think it's really important to have relationships with people who don't agree with you, or have different shades of thought from you, and it's important to have to deal with that. I think online it can be so easy to get into these circles where there is almost groupthink, and I can be just as guilty as anyone else, I am not saying I'm God's special girl. But these relationships help you learn how to deal with disagreement in a civil way, keep you tapped into the idea that there's more than one way to think about things, and also remind you that people are, generally, more alike than we are different. I know I worked with the Plains Council talking to farmers and shit for years so I have some more experience with this than others, but people in person, like to get along. It is so easy online to see the world as polarized, and to turn cruel, and again, I AM AS GUILTY AS ANYONE ELSE. I have intense regrets about how I have handled some things in the past. But people, on balance, are good. And I'm not even talking about major "I think you should die stuff" I have people I know in person where, we're both Under The Rainbow Umbrella, but I, coming from a rural lesbian point of view, might think something seems really navel-gazing and with a lot of fuckin steps to not much changing, and they might think I oversimplify the human experience and the value in thinking about the micro-ways you interact with the universe, but they trust that I am essentially a decent person, and I trust that they are, and we can both shrug our shoulders and go, "Okay, whatever makes you happy" and that is VALUABLE because we, as human beings on this earth, if we want a better world, must see each other as fully human. Every fucking person, even Ted goddamn "coward" Cruz, has a spark of the divine. And in person, it is easier to see the glint of God in another person, and to allow them to see yours and this is DEFINITELY type two fun, but once you see it, you will see that spark in everyone and you will get greedy to make people the best they could be. Also, popping off and saying something stupid in person makes stronger friendships. You cannot love someone truly, and they can't love you, until they see where you are flawed, and broken, and is...I'm not gonna say impossible, but it is so easy to craft a version of yourself online that sands off the rough edges. (Cue every person who knows me in real life going: "uh did you assume that person had a spark of the divine when you upbraided them for cutting in line?") My online friends, who have become REAL friends--it's a fucking Velveteen rabbit situation. I have seen them in real life, and they have seen me UGLY, and they say, "And so am I" and, I can't tell you how nice this all is. To be a part of a world, the way you are.

Find the light. One time, not to overshare, I was in a rough situation, and I noticed the way the sun sparkled through the frost on the window. It was beautiful. I still think about that. I was cold, and things were not great, but that was beautiful. If you look, it's worth finding.

But definitely like, go outside and say hi to someone on your street and take up a real, physical hobby.

I think people get mixed up a lot about what is fun and what is rewarding. These are two very different kinds of pleasure. You need to be able to tell them apart because if you don't have a balanced diet of both then it will fuck you up, and I mean that in a "known cause of persistent clinical depression" kind of way.

[wraithlafitte]

crazy on you

pairing: soulless! sam x reader

CONTENT: smut RIGHT under the cut, porn what plot, dom/sub dynamic, s&m, unprotected p in v, usage of sir, bondage, marking, slapping/spanking, riding, dacryphilia, overstim, multiple organisms for both, light possessiveness, choking, pain kink? ig goes with s&m

word count: 2.9k

a/n: prompts used by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 "Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing" @smaoineamhsalach "smutty dialogue prompts" @creativepromptsforwriting "smutty one-liners". all can be found in my master prompt list, linked in main masterlist. dividers by @cafekitsune

nothin' left to do at night / but go crazy on you

The door to the hotel room you were staying in slammed, making you fly bolt upright in bed. You relaxed when you saw that it was only Sam, the guy you had been hanging out with (and fucking) all week. His broad shoulders stretched beneath his worn flannel as he unloaded his pockets onto the side table, followed by a pistol from his waistband.

You didn't really know what it was that Sam did all day, sometimes night, or for a living. You had some inkling that it was violent, seeing as how he often came back bloodied (not always his own). But damn, gangster or not, he was good in bed, so you didn't ask questions.

Tonight he looked okay. The only flaws on his face were bruises from the week past, nothing fresh. His warm brown hair was messy, sure, and when he turned around, you saw that his t-shirt was dark with something that was probably blood, but if he had been fighting, the other guy lost.

"Hey," you called softly, voice thick with sleep. His head snapped towards you like he had forgotten you were there. "Welcome back. Kind of late."

Sam walked toward you slowly like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes glinted in the darkness. "It's only two."

Your heartbeat quickened, knowing what came next. This was the routine: Sam left for hours, came back beat up, then fucked you into tomorrow. You weren't sure when the man slept. You had resigned yourself to taking short naps while he was away.

"You're not how I left you," Sam observed.

Shit. He had told you to stay naked after your escapades last night and to be in bed when he came back. You had only fulfilled half of his requirements.

"I-I had to leave to get food," you offered lamely, knowing full well he had left you a credit card to get room service.

"Right," he said slowly, creeping closer. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach and down to your core.

"I'm sorry," you said, crawling backwards against the headboard. Sam tilted his head. "Sir," you added quickly.

The corners of Sam's mouth quirked up momentarily. "Strip."

"You first," you retorted, a rush of confidence emboldening you.

"Behave, I wouldn't want to punish you now." He looked at you warningly and finally touched down on the edge of the mattress.

You gulped and nodded, making quick work of your pajamas. You hadn't bothered to wear any underwear. "Make it even," you told him, shivering in the air-conditioned room.

Sam's head tilted in the other direction, almost like a dog. "Who do you think is in charge here?" he asked, voice dangerously calm.

You took a deep breath and shakily said, "I just wanna see you."

He chuckled, shaking his head, and peeled off his flannel, followed by the t-shirt that was damp with blood and sweat. "Better?" Sam asked, but the way he said it was almost mocking, like you were pathetic for asking.

His large hands gripped your knees where they were bunched up at your chest and spread your legs apart. He looked down at your pussy hungrily and ran a finger through your dampening folds. Your eyes closed at the sensation and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. After a week of being pounded into the mattress for hours at a time, you were more sensitive than you'd ever been in your life.

You felt him grip your wrists and shove them above your head. You opened your eyes to see him grab a blue tie that had been on the nightstand for days and use it to secure your wrists to the headboard.

You whined and pulled against your restraints. Sam just laughed triumphantly and got up from his seat on the edge of the bed.

"Not fair," you complained as he took the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom for a minute, you heard water running, and then he was back, sans blood. He approached the bed slowly, lustfully. The look in his eyes was animalistic, and you had been around him enough to know that it pretty much was. You closed your legs instinctively, drawing back into yourself.

Sam kneeled over you and spread your legs again, more roughly this time. "Do I have to tie your legs down too?"

"No sir," you squeaked.

He grabbed your face and hummed, turning it side to side, fingers digging into your skin. You shivered at his touch, somehow giving you so much and so little at the same time. His head swooped down and he began kissing you aggressively, tongue invading your mouth. The taste of him had become so familiar, you relaxed in his hold.

Then Sam released you with a pop and started biting at the skin on your neck and chest, following the marks he had mapped out days before, darkening them. You arched your back into him, straining at your bonds.

"Sam," you moaned shamelessly.

He took your nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth. You gasped and pitched your hips up into him. His hand came down to your stomach, holding you down firmly.

Sam took his mouth off your breast and blew cold air over the spit he left behind. "Come on baby, if you want something, use your words."

You shivered intensely. "Just fuck me already," you whined.

He delivered a sharp slap to the outside of your thigh. You jumped. "Language."

"Sorry, sir," you breathed. "Please."

Sam smirked approvingly, moving up to sit against the headboard beside you. He lifted you up and turned you around so that you were straddling him, twisting your bonds so your arms were around his neck. He dragged his wet mouth up your sternum, breath hot against your skin.

You ground against his hard cock with lips pursed, staring him in the eye, daring him to do something about it. Sam didn't care much about making you use your words in that moment, and lined his cock up with your entrance.

You sunk down gladly, feeling yourself stretch around his length. He swallowed a groan, gritting his teeth and giving you that look again. He was restraining himself. For the time being, you were thankful, because you definitely needed to cum at least once before letting him loose on your body.

Sam's hands fell on your hips, urging you to lift up and start moving. You started bouncing on his cock, hips slamming together, his tip hitting the deepest part of your pussy and still not fitting all the way. Your thighs started to burn and shake and you put more of your weight on your arms, using your bonds to pull yourself up. But you couldn't keep it up and started slowing down, whimpering.

The pain seared up your legs into your dripping core. You could come just like this, you thought. Just clenching around him, staying still. Pain sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You closed your eyes and focused on the knot forming in your stomach, willing it to come undone.

But of course, Sam wouldn't let you. He slapped your ass, bringing you back down to earth. "Come on," he growled. You protested, opening your eyes. "You have to work for it."

"Help me," you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you dragged yourself up and fell again.

"No," he said bluntly. He was smiling coldly, actually enjoying your suffering.

You let out something like a broken sob and began riding him again, slower than before as the muscles in your legs cried out for reprieve. Sam kept his hands on your hips, guiding you as minimally as possible, still making you do most of the work.

"Good," he growled. "Keep going."

He bit kisses into your jaw as you rode him, grinding your clit against his hips, head thrown back. Your breasts bounced as you heaved yourself up and down in a broken rhythm, feeling his cock drag through you unpredictably as your hips stuttered.

After minutes of slow building, the knot inside you suddenly snapped, and you were cumming around his cock before you knew what was happening. "Ah- fuck, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't find the strength to keep fucking yourself with him anymore and dropped.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as you came fully seated on him, feeling the deepest parts of your walls gripping him like a vice.

You collapsed against his chest, exhausted, your arms suspended above you limply. You felt him tugging at your restraints and they came free, allowing your arms to drop to your sides. Then, he lifted you off his dick and let you fall to the mattress on your back.

Sam was back inside you almost instantly, allowing you little time to recover before he was pumping into you roughly. He propped up your legs, allowing them to fall open on either side of his hips as he fucked you into the mattress.

You could hardly catch your breath with the way he was on you, kissing and biting your lips and jaw. Another orgasm started building inside you, faster than you would've liked. Sam sure knew how to draw them out of you, thrusting at a pace that built the most friction and hit your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure to have you squirming beneath him in seconds. He had learned your body well over the past several days.

You came again with a cry, pleasure washing over you blindingly fast, but Sam showed no signs of stopping, instead doubling down. Tears streamed down your face as he pressed your wrists into the pillow by your head, a feral expression covering his face as he drilled into you.

"Yeah, keep fuckin' comin' for me baby," he growled. A whimper fell from your lips. He didn't even seem close. You had no idea how he had this kind of stamina, especially since you weren't sure if he slept.

Suddenly he released one of your wrists to reach down to the place you were connected, rubbing your clit vigorously. You moaned desperately, hand flying to his shoulder and clawing at his back. He threw his head back and moaned himself, pace faltering.

"Yeah? You like it when I do that, huh," he gritted out. Your nails dug into his shoulder, breaking skin as you came around his cock for the third time.

"Sam!" You practically screamed his name, restrained hand flexing into the air, desperate for something to grasp. Sam grunted and kept thrusting into you, fucking you through your high, and then you felt his warmth seep into you as he followed.

He pulled out and sat back on his knees, continuing to rub your clit as your hands grabbed the pillow behind your head in an effort to lighten the overwhelming sensation.

"Oh god Sam, fuck- stop, please, sir," you blabbered. You opened your eyes to see him stroking his cock to you in the same rhythm as he rubbed your clit; slow at first, but picking up speed in response to your moaning and writhing.

Sam smiled unfeelingly, showing no mercy. "Can't you handle it, baby?" he asked wickedly.

Your hips bucked of their own accord. "Yes, I can- fuck, I can handle it," you whined, eyes wide and shiny, staring desperately at him.

The look on his face alone was enough to send you careening over the edge again, thrashing in his grip as you chased more. More sensation, more of his touch, just more of him. You could feel your mascara melting down your face as involuntary tears flooded out.

You felt him spread your folds with two fingers, smearing your wetness around your pussy and thighs. You jolted as his fingers skated over your clit. "So fucking pretty," he growled. "If only you could see how your pretty pussy is leaking my cum. All pink and puffed up just for me."

Your breath came out in little moans as you struggled to think of a response. "Water," came your voice, barely recognizable to yourself. You tried to sit up and find the glass you'd set by the bed.

Sam grabbed you by the throat and threw you back down. "We're not done yet."

You whimpered, looking up at him to find that same cruel glimmer in his eyes. You felt another pang of arousal rush your body. The way he controlled you was toxic, you knew, but it also turned you on insanely to be thrown around and used like a limp rag doll.

Sam's smile was strangely devoid of emotion as he looked you over, his gaze ending on your face. He wiped your wet cheek with his palm. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll give you what you need."

His words were sweet but his expression was deadly. You suddenly found yourself wondering what would happen to you once Sam left. Would he just leave you behind, imprisoned by his memory?

Perhaps it would be your blood staining his shirt one day.

Better to seize the moment while it's still here. You laced your fingers up Sam's neck, grabbing him by the hair, and pulled him down roughly to meet your lips in a messy kiss. He growled into your mouth and gripped your waist tightly. His body weight crushed down on you as he slowly thrust his half-hard cock back inside you. You gasped, the walls of your pussy fluttering at the sensation.

Sam hissed, nose and lips pressed into your neck. His long hair brushed against your cheek. You hooked your legs around him, wanting him closer than was humanly possible.

"Come on, Sammy, fu-uuck," you breathed, nipping his ear.

He jolted up, eyes narrowing on you. His hand was instantly back on your throat, and your own flew up to meet it.

"Don't call me that," he said sharply. His hand tightened below your jawline. You grasped weakly at his fingers. You were becoming lightheaded, but his bruising grip was all you wanted.

Your lips tried to form the words I'm sorry, but no sound would come out. Sam started driving into you, holding you where he wanted you by your neck. With each thrust, the pressure on your neck increased, then decreased. Increased, decreased. You gasped in air on the upstrokes and let yourself become dizzy on the down strokes.

Fire blazed in your core, and you weren't sure if you were cumming again or if you just never stopped. Sam hit deep inside you every time, and soon the pleasure was constant and the pain was fading away. Or maybe it was the opposite. You couldn't tell anymore. You could hardly think anymore, Sam the only thing on your mind.

His hand wrapped around your neck. The weight of him on top of you. The feeling of his cock splitting you open for... was it the fifth time tonight?

"Sam," you rasped, eyes rolling back. The hand squeezing your neck loosened for a moment.

"What?" Sam almost looked angry. He always looked angry, seeming like he had some pent-up rage about something to get out.

"Hurt me," you begged. "Do whatever you want, don't stop- ah!"

Sam squeezed your neck once harshly and let go, hand flying to your thigh, scooping your leg up and pressing it forward, calf resting on his shoulder. He slapped your ass sharply, followed by a slap to your face. You cried out in surprise.

"Such a fucking slut," he grunted, pounding into you harder than you thought possible, his tip bruising your cervix, causing a pleasant ache to rise in you. You couldn't even hope to respond, breath coming out in short pants and gasps.

Pain lit your core on fire, mirroring the blaze in Sam's eyes. You came faintly, feeling exhaustion set in and becoming aware of the layer of sweat that covered your body, dripping onto the sheets.

Sam's skin shone with sweat too, but he glowed. You could only lie there and take it, imagining how worn you looked compared to the god of a man above you.

"Good fuckin' girrrll," he said, sounding strained. His brow knitted together, eyes closed, as his rhythm began to falter once more.

"Give- give it to me," you stuttered, struggling to catch your breath. "Fuck, sir- please!"

Sam's arms scooped underneath you, holding you tightly against his body as he buried his cock deep inside you. His voice cracked as he groaned deeply, pressing into you as far as he could as he released inside you again, shuddering.

It was still for a moment. Sam held you caged in between his big arms, breathing heavily, your hips closely attached. Then he raised his head from where it had dropped into the crook of your neck and fell on your lips, kissing you roughly, letting out the last of his energy for now. You kissed him back with fervor, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other embedded in his bicep.

Sam pulled out, releasing your mouth with one last wet suck, and rolled to your side, pulling you with him to hold you tightly. You traced your fingers dazedly up and down his torso, blinking heavily as exhaustion threatened to take over.

Strangely, Sam didn't seem tired. At least, he didn't seem like he was going to fall asleep, like most men would after going that many rounds. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about something you would never learn. But you had come to expect this from him. He would hold you selfishly until morning, and then he would be gone again, leaving you weak and horny and unsure if he would return in one piece.

You supposed if he didn't sleep, there wouldn't be much else to do at night. You were sure this wouldn't last, he would move on and find another girl to pass the time inflicted by his insomnia. When he left, you would remember how he had made you feel, picturing his face with every other partner, always hoping he would come back and rock your world just once more.

[liseytopia]

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summary: the love of your life, julien, finds an activity for the two of you to do together <3

pairing: julien baker x fem!reader

contents: fluff, flirting, cutesy cutesy physical touch & words of affirmation!!

warnings: barely proofread

an: help me i'm sorry this took so long @littleacrxbat . i know it seems like i'm just a procrastinator (i am) but i've been struggling with stuff like homework and friends and my mental health so i'm sorry </3 hope this was worth the wait tho!! happy late bday <3

wc: 1k

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

- 𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

it was always the small things when it came to julien. yeah, she cared about big moments like your anniversaries, birthdays and parties, but she oh so loved more than anything to spend time with you and make memories from the little things in life.

the front door to your apartment clicked shut and your keys jangled in your hands before being set on the nearby table. "hey lovely, i'm ho--" you started before the excited footsteps down the hallway cut you off.

she gleefully squealed your name, rounding the corner over to you, and pressed a quick, welcoming kiss to your cheek. you smiled at the action and grew curious what julien's suddenly joyful mood was all about.

you slid off your shoes and threw them in the coat closet, walking over to the kitchen to get a snack. "what's the matter? why so cheery?" you asked, looking back at her, who was sitting on the couch and handling a tall paper bag while smiling like a child.

"you'll see," she responded, smile beaming while she pulled a plastic organizer of beads and string out of the paper bag. you leaned over slightly to get a clearer view of what she was doing and saw a bracelet making kit. you immediately knew how this was going to go down and giggled quietly to yourself at the thought.

you poured yourself a glass of water and traced your steps over to the soft, carpeted ground and moved a pillow from the couch to the floor right next to julien to sit down on. in front of you on the coffee table was the organizer of beads and you rotated your head to look at julien. "you're such a child," you teased to her, although smiling because you loved her no matter what.

"you love it though," she said in a lower voice. you got chills down your spine from the way she looked at you lovingly. julien opened the organizer and requested for you to go get some scissors as she set up your shared playlist on the tv.

it was rainy outside but you kept the living room window open anyways because you liked the crisp air that drifted through it. it was evening and the sun had just set, leaving the sky with that dark sunset color. the background music wasn't too loud and you thanked the lord to be given such a perfect moment to spend with the girl you loved most.

you snagged a blanket from off the couch and covered it over you and julien. she pulled you in front of her causing a quiet gasp to leave your lips. your back was against her chest and she had her arms wrapped aroumd your torso, head rested on your shoulder. you sat still, butterflies fluttering your stomach with every touch she induced on you.

your head relaxed back into her and your eyes closed in relaxation. julien's voice startled you, "i didn't buy all this just to sit and here and cuddle, y'know." you smiled and reassembled yourself. "not that i wouldn't want to, though," she added. you shushed her and giggled, reaching out for your water as she pulled out some string and cut it for you and her to use.

"whatcha gonna make?" you asked her.

"it's gonna have your name on it with a bunch of hearts," she said in a teasing way that had a serious undertone to it.

"we should match," you started, "i'll make one with your name on it." you two both giggled at the ideas but actually went through with them.

you hummed the songs playing in the background while completely resting yourself back into julien, stringing the beads onto your work one by one. you added beads of her favorite colors & grays, every one that was strung onto the bracelet was strung with love. each time you put a new bead on, you thought about how much you loved her. and that made sure that whenever you wore it, which you would keep it on day and night and only ever take it off to shower, you would think of her and remember how much she cared for you. she truly wouldn't know what to do without you.

meanwhile, julien was trying her hardest to make her bracelet perfect. she wanted it to resemble you perfectly. it had your favorite colors on it too and, as she said, little heart beads alternated throughout the pattern. her fingers made sure to be delicate while creating it, knowing she wouldn't ever want it breaking because that evening would be a memory held between the two of you like golden treasure.

you made julien tie your bracelet because you knew she could do it better and you didn't want it to snap. as she handled the beaded ring, she smiled like a kid. she couldn't help it when she saw how much it resembled her and how it showed how much you truly loved her.

of course the night wouldn't end with just those two bracelets, however. you both continued making jewelry, some being your favorite songs from your band or inside jokes you both have together.

you gossiped and chatted about your days, your weeks, your lives, rather. you felt safe telling her even your deepest, darkest secrets. you knew she would keep safe everything you ever told her. and you knew she would remember the little things about you, too, things you loved or disliked or memories you wanted to go back to or fix.

you ended up falling asleep late at night in that same position, halfway through what would have been your last bracelet. when she tried to ask you a question and you didn't answer, she looked down at you, who was curled up in her arms with closed eyes, and laughed to herself. you were too cute for her wellbeing. she stroked your hair and cradled you in the same spot for the rest of the night, whispering to you how much she loved you and hoping you weren't actually awake while she did so.

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© liseytopia 2024 : do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

[starlit-crossing]

A Ghost of Yourself Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - A Feeling of Dread

Welcome and enjoy! All characters are of course owned by their original intellectual properties and this story is in no way canon.

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Danny wasn't sure what to think when his parents said they would be collaborating with the Guys in White for a contract. He knew nothing good would come from it. Jazz had even voiced her concerns, citing the times the GIW had tried to steal their work. His parents just brushed off their worries, stating the project was research focused rather than weaponry. It relieved some of Danny's worries, but he couldn't shake this nagging feeling.

"If its focused-on research how much harm could it cause?" Sam reassured as the collection of herself, Danny and Tucker settled in for movie night in Sam's home theater. The theater was in the basement, red curtains hanging by the large movie screen.  A few chairs and piles of pillows were strewn about for the group to chill on. There was even a popcorn and soda machine in the back of the room next to a few classic arcade games.

"Yeah, Danny, what if they finally find evidence to support your side? Y'know the fact ghosts are the same as people and there is good and bad." Tucker piped in as he plopped into the cushiony seat with a bounce, extra-large popcorn and soda in hand.

"I don't know, Tuck. They've found stuff like that before, and they always find a way to twist it to fit their view on ghosts." Danny rambled, running his hand through his hair. "I just hope they'll be careful around the GIW and maybe let some research spill at home so I can eavesdrop."

"You could always follow them." Sam suggested. She watched confused as the boys just stared at her.

"You think Danny should follow his parents into the base of a bunch of ghost hunters hired by the government to research and destroy anything undead?" Tucker asked. "Are you insane?"

"Sorry Sam I'm with Tucker on this one, I don't think I could get close without catching someone's attention, human or ghost." Danny sighed, "Let's just get the movie started, what's on the menu?"

"Femalien 2: Predator vs Prey, Terminatra 7: Back to the Present Again, or Nightmerica: Dreams of Terror." Sam listed off just as Danny felt a cold wisp of air leave his lips.

"FEAR ME! I AM THE BOX GHOST!" screamed the Box Ghost, the cry making its way in from outside.

"Raincheck you guys, boxy shouldn't take me too long." As a flash filled the room and Danny flew through the walls disappearing.

"Ten bucks says Skulker shows up before he can come back." Tucker bribed.

"You're on, we took out his suit last week. Meanwhile, Kitty and Johnny 13 have been fighting again." Sam accepted, starting up a movie knowing it would be done before he got back.

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The following weeks were surprisingly uneventful, a sign Danny took to heart. His parents had been extra careful not to leave out any notes or research in the house, not even in the lab. Refusing to give any hints as to what they were working on. Ghosts had been scarce, nothing except ectopuses and blob ghosts. The GIW agents had been the complete opposite, they were at an all-time high. You couldn't go more than ten minutes without spotting a white van. He was glad he didn't need to save anyone from those agents, but he had a really bad feeling that something was going to happen. School was his only time away from the ghost hunters it felt like.

"Calm down, Danny. So, you have had a few good weeks, you've caught up on homework and Lancer isn't on your back nearly as much." Sam soothed as they took a seat outside in the courtyard for lunch. The hustle and bustle of students drowning out any chance of being overheard.

"Yea, dude even Dash has been picking on you less. Though that could be due to the championship coming up." Tucker added his mouth full of sloppy joe. The bully in question was across the court passing a football with his teammates, Paulina and her socialites sitting on the table watching them. Dash caught Danny's gaze and gave him a smirk dragging his finger across his neck.

"Don't remind me, I still remember last year when we lost. Dash was bully all nerds on sight that week." Danny grimaced as he ate. "But my parents have been really excited this week. Apparently, something big is coming." As if speaking it into the universe the Fenton GAV made its way barreling down the street, some white vans in tow.

"Spoke too soon, dude." Tucker whispered as they watched the GAV dodge and swerve to miss any pedestrians. The vehicle finally came to a stop on the grass with Drs. Fenton and the GIW rushing out to follow a gadget in Jack's hands.

"He's here somewhere, I just know it! Come out ghost scum!" Jack exclaimed barreling straight to Danny. The whole group of hunters stared at the young boy and his friends. "Aww. It didn't work, Maddie. It’s still stuck on Danny-boy." Now that they were closer Danny was able to see the Fenton Finder in his father's hands. It looked like it had been upgraded, it was bigger with handles on the sides and no voice stating where the ghost was. The screen showed simple faces on the screen next to the GPS. The current emoji was a shocked face as the map was pointing and beeping at him.

"That can't be possible, we tested it on other simple ghosts. The upgrade to the Fenton Finder was supposed to show and locate the emotions the ghosts project in order to fool and feed on the humans around them. Even that simple ghost with the boxes was able to show signs of disappointment as he failed to scare his victims." Maddie explained, grabbing the device. With it in hand she fiddled with the settings of the device, swapping it between ghosts till it landed back on the name Phantom. "We had tested this last week; Phantom's emotions reflected his actions time and time again in a hostile environment."

"Well, there's no ghost here, probably still has a few bugs, right?" Sam offered, trying to distract them and keep the focus off Danny. Danny's mind raced with the implications of what was happening. Of course, his parents would find out that ghosts tend to be more emotional than humans and would twist the fact to fit their biased theory that all ghosts were evil. It’s not like ghosts were moody on purpose, when your entire being is based on your mental state emotions tend to play an important part. Not only with obsessions but when interacting with each other, being able to read the emotions of the ghosts you interreacted with was as important as social cues and body language with humans.

Sure, you could go without them and function as fine as anyone else, but they were still a great help with communicating if you were good at understanding them. With this they'd be able to tune into any ghost no matter the distance and translate it into coordinates. Not even the ghost zone would be completely safe as they could probably filter through the other emotions using the ectosignature of a previously known ghost. Danny's breath started to pick up, he could feel himself spiraling as he started to think about what that would mean for him in the hands of the GIW. They would never stop looking for him, they would be able to find him anywhere in the country.

"Look Mads, the ghost kid has to be near the emotion changed again." Jack exclaimed, jumping with excitement.

"I see that Jack and it would make sense with the transition of shock to confusion to panic. Though he's nowhere to be seen, Agent O do you have confirmation that Phantom isn't in the area?" Maddie turned, addressing the agents that had been standing by waiting for orders.

"Affirmative, there are no spectral entities in the viscidity on any energy spectrum. Could it be possible that the spectral entity is hiding among the student body? You said yourself that your device is focused on your son and that it’s a common occurrence. Could the ghost have caught wind of your contract with our organization and tried to find out more by hiding amongst your family?" Agent O suggested, eyeing Danny closely, the color draining from his face.

"That's preposterous, our family has ways of protecting ourselves!" Jack boasted, his voice carrying across the schoolyard. "Besides Danny knows not to trust any stinking ghost scum."

"Jack, honey..." Maddie called, eyes glued to the screen. "The emotion just turned to scared." Danny felt like all eyes were on him, going straight through him to his core. It felt like no one was looking at Fenton anymore, no matter where he looked, they all stared at him like they saw a ghost; like they only saw Phantom. Danny even had to look at himself to make sure he was still human. No gloved hands and red sneakers, he was definitely human still. Danny looked at Tucker and Sam, his best friends, looked at him with matching expressions. They both looked as shocked as he felt; they all knew they couldn't do anything, not with the GIW and student body all around them.

With everyone's attention on him, he could only think of his sister who wasn't even at school. She was shadowing a therapist and had a college interview later that day. She probably wouldn't hear anything till late that night. It's not like they weren't prepared for it, for Danny to have to disappear without a trace or a goodbye. So long as they were unable to control the narrative, Danny would have to disappear. Danny knew they always thought it would be into the ghost zone, he had allies in there. People he knew would keep him hidden if anyone came looking; that Sam and Tucker would be able to sneak in if need be. They could still see him, bring him homework and food. This, however, meant goodbye and he didn't know for how long.

"Danny," his mom smiled at him with worry filled eyes. He searched them for something, anything that showed she wasn't about to drag him home and put the specter deflector on him just to make sure no ghost was using him as a meat puppet. Her arms reached out to him, as the GIW surrounded their table ready for action. "You have nothing to worry about, sweetie. We're just going to head home."

"Yea, Danny. We'll help ya out, run a few tests and make sure you don't have any evil spook haunting you." His dad tagged on, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulder. Of course they'd want to fix this, to fix the ghost within him. One test would reveal the truth, and everyone would know his secret. Then it would be more tests, biopsies, trying to cure him of his powers. That was if they still loved him after learning the truth. The thoughts surrounding the lab became darker in his mind, nightmares he dared not to tell anyone becoming fresh in his mind.

"I'm sorry, mom. Dad. Goodbye." Danny disappearing from everyone's sight as he turned invisible and flew off towards his house. His parents’ cries fading into the distance, a mix of worry and anger as the ghost boy stole their son. Tears stung his eyes as he flew across the sky, Sam and Tucker would know what to do. They would stall for him, as long as they could. The road raced past him, he went through cars and buildings not bothering to fly high in the sky. The less time he wasted the better. As he floated into his room, he had to take a moment. The reality of it all crashing into him, he felt another wave of stress come over him.

Choking on sobs he fell to his bed, clinging to the sheets. He had to calm down, he didn't have time to cry or pity himself, his parents were probably still tracking him. Which meant the GIW were still following behind, his parents he could one day convince, could one day explain how it all happened. The GIW wouldn't stop though, so long as they were getting paid and had the government's support he would have to run. He ran to his closet wiping away snot as he phased his emergency supplies from the wall. Extra clothes, a burner phone, and couple hundred dollars thanks to Sam's allowance all stowed away in a backpack. An extra belt with a Fenton thermos, ghost rays, and a pair of Fenton phones for any specters along the way. Finally, five letters addressed to Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Valerie, and his parents.

Sam and Tucker didn't know about these, he didn't know if he would ever need them but knowing his friends would drop everything to follow him, he needed to make sure Amity would be safe. Sam and Tucker's letters were a warning to not follow him, to stay and protect Amity at all costs, even revealing him to Valerie to gain her help if necessary. He couldn't trust his parents or the GIW to not torture any ghost that came into their hands. For Jazz, it was a letter to not look for him and to keep an eye on his parents. If anything changed with his parents, she would be the first to know. He needed her to be the fly on the wall, to make sure he still had parents at the end of it all. If there was ever an end to the running, he thought another wave of sorrow hitting him.

He swallowed the hurt and pushed himself to keep grabbing what he needed. Valerie and his parents were the only letters not mentioning his secret. Valerie's was from Phantom explaining he would be gone, and he didn't know for how long. She would probably be thrilled at the thought of Phantom going away, but if she saw anything that had happened today, she might try and follow him too.  He knows she cares about Fenton and would probably want him safe but if anyone could protect Amity while he was gone it was her. If she needed any help handling the ghosts she could call the number provided. It went straight to Sam and Tucker's burner phone. Only one for the two of them in case either of them had to hide it for the other.

 For his parents, it simply stated that he was sorry and that could explain everything if they ever became open to the truth about ghosts. He did not explain what the truth was or how he would know that they were ready. That was for Jazz to tell him with a single message, she held the final burner phone the group of them had. They would be confused, not sure why phantom would kidnap their kid. Their hatred would grow much to his displeasure, but maybe one day they would give up on hate. They would find him and just ask why, and he could finally let them know the whole truth about him.

As Danny left the letter for his parents on the kitchen table he heard the stomping of feet, the whine of ecto-guns and slamming of doors as his father led the charge into the house. He was gone before they even reached his room. Leaving with what letters he had left to deliver and flying away as quickly as he could. He stopped at Tucker's house first, then Sam's, Valerie's and then flew as high as he could into the sky. He looked down at Amity Park, his home, his entire life, and afterlife.

It always looked so peaceful from up above the clouds, he watched the GAV ram its way through the city. It was good to know there was a slight delay on the GPS, the emotions were able to update in real time but could only follow his trail not his exact location. They had moved on from Tucker's neighborhood and onto Sam's. He took one final breath and tried to steel his nerves. If they were searching for him with emotion, then he would just have to have no emotion. He wouldn't be able to think of home, his friends, his family, or he would start to miss them, an emotion.

He couldn't think about how close the GIW were to him, or he'd become anxious, scared or even angry that they had forced him to flee. He had to stay calm and focused on running, to where he had no clue. If he headed west there was a chance of running into Vlad and he didn't need all the emotional baggage that would come with that. So that just left heading to the East coast and hopefully out of the country. He'd have to stop using his powers at some point to make sure he was untraceable.

"Goodbye, Amity. Hello worst road trip ever." he spoke softly flying off into the night.

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Hello! Author here, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! It’s intended to be sort of a prologue and set up the rest of the story. This is a crossover, but I wanted to get some establishing chapters in focusing on Danny and why he is running. I am still very rusty when it comes to writing so feel free to recommend any fixes and critiques. Let me know if I miss any typos!

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New Kid

A/N okay so let me know what you guys think of this please. I dont really have any warnings in this one so you're all good this will be a wandanat/Reader fanfic and this is a series i'm starting i dont know how many chapters i'm doing but i am already working on chapter 2.

Chapter One

Life and death is a beautiful love story in many eyes. Life would always give gifts to death and death would cherish these gifts. Life always knew how to show death love and didn’t care how he looked because she loved death for what was inside. It’s a beautiful and tragic love story.

I let out a frustrated noise staring at the laptop unsure what else to write on my blog as music plays through my earbuds. Rubbing my face I shut it glancing at the time realizing how late I am eyes widening “ shit” I curse under my breath packing it away and putting my earbuds away. Running out of the small little cafe I ran out onto the busy streets of New York. Heading in the direction of the avengers tower already knowing how mad Fury’s gonna be with me for how late i am. 

Running in with my bag in hand I stop inside catching my breath showing my shield badge before they even make a comment as I get into the elevator clicking on the floor I was told I lean back against it, eyes shut already knowing I'm ruining my first impression with everyone. Getting out of the elevator I quickly fix myself checking to make sure my flannel is buttoned correctly before opening up the meeting room seeing a bunch of eyes turn to me. “ Ah agent L/N nice for you to join us” Fury says as i give a sheepish smile “ sorry sir i lost track of time ” i admit sheepishly as he rolls his eyes.  He turns back to the group at the table “ Everyone this is your new recruit Agent Y/N L/N” Fury states as I awkwardly wave. Tony frowns leaning forward “ I didn’t know we were adding to the team Nick I mean no offense kid but you look 17” he says as i roll my eyes “ i’m 24 Stark “ I comment as tony raises an eye “ Really?” He comments surprised.

Fury clears his throat “ Agent L/N has been apart of the shield program since she was 10 learning to control her powers and then became an agent at 16 she's very well capable of being apart of the team especially with her invisibility and heat vision she’ll be a good asset to the team.” Fury states as Tony's eyes grow wide in excitement “ Wait you have heat vision! Oh man you are so showing us how that works” He says excitedly as i blink nodding slowly” Uh okay? “ I comment “ really Stark can you ever be not childish”  hearing a very beautiful angelic voice speak up next causes my eyes to turn to two very beautiful redheads instantly knowing them as the scarlet witch and black widow. “ I’m just saying it’s pretty cool you gotta admit beams shooting from your eyes I’m sorry i find it interesting Nat” Tony says back.

Nick shakes his head as he clears his throat silencing the bickering “ She’s gonna live here on Romanoff and maximoffs floor now I have to go. Make her feel welcomed “ he states before leaving as Steve stands up “ Well it's nice to meet you i'm steve and this is my boyfriend bucky we have to go on a mission but when we get back we’ll get to know you more” Steve says before shaking my hand and leaving. I turn to the rest “ I’m natasha and this is my fiance wanda and sister Yelena and her girlfriend kate” I smile in greeting “ it’s nice to meet you all i already know who you guys are i read your’re files before i came here” I admit sheepishly as nat raises an eye “  well let nat and i show you around and to your room” Wanda says excitedly as i nod “ That works it was wonderful meeting you guys” I comment noticing we were missing a few more of the avengers shrugging off. I turn to them and nod “ lead the way” . I comment as Natasha and Wanda walk out holding hands I follow behind in an instant.

I couldn’t get over how beautiful they were, quickly shaking my head from those thoughts knowing how wrong they were when they're both together and not wanting to ruin this opportunity for myself.  “ So Y/N this is the floor we all came out of it’s for meetings. Now this room down the hall is the dining room. We normally all eat together here. It's in Tony’s words a bonding experience "Wanda says as we get into the elevator. The next hour i get dragged around being shown around and finally going to our floor” and this is our floor kate and Yelena live here to but they normally stay at their apartment and carol room is on this floor as well but shes out on a mission in space so it’s mainly just us your room is across from ours so if ever you need anything don’t hesitate to ask us and if you can’t find us just ask friday” she says i nod slowly already being told about the ai in the building i clear my throat “ Okay well thank you i’ll head in and get settled then” I say.

Wanda nods at me while Natasha stays quiet. I couldn't tell if she didn’t trust me or what but yet again i didn’t blame her I am new out of the blue. I thank them before heading into my room letting out a sigh i look around it grinning at the fact i had my own bathroom and bed something i never had in shield having to always share with all the other agents in the program i set my bag down and plop on the bed laying my arms out i grin in excitement not believing the fact i was really apart of the avengers all my hard work finally paid off. Relaxing into the bed my  mind drifts off as sleep starts taking over falling into sleep.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart beat rings in my ears as I control my breathing, my knees against my chest trying to calm down as the tears stream down my face staring at what once was my home now completely gone burn marks on the ground. Hearing the leaves crunch behind me i instantly turn invisible seeing a tall black figure walk out” I’m not here to hurt you i know this was an accident i’m here to offer you a safe place to control this “ says a rough but soft voice hesitating i slowly show myself his eyes meeting mine he kneels in front of me slowly offering his hand” it wasn't your fault come with me” he says softly i slowly grab his hand as he lets a soft smile grace his lips he helps me up

“Miss L/N miss maximoff wants to know if you're joining them for dinner” I open my eyes quickly caught off guard from my dream more like memory nodding i clear my throat sitting up” Uh yes friday go ahead and confirm that with her” I say stretching i get out of bed and head into the bathroom to take a quick shower before then to clear my thoughts.

Walking out I open up my bag making note to go shopping tomorrow before throwing on my sweatpants and oversized green day shirt. Heading out of the room I recounted how to get to the dining room before heading in the direction I remember Nat and Wanda showed me. Walking in I see it's just Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen glancing around curiously “ where’s everyone else? “ i raise an eye as wanda turns around from her pan grinning “ you came! And They're all either on a mission or out” She says “ It’s just nat and I is that a problem? She questions tilting her head slightly and I quickly shake my head “ Oh! No no I was just curious” I say quickly as she nods and sends you a smile turning away as Natasha looks at me “ well go ahead and sit down we’ll bring the food out wands made paprikash'' Natasha comments my eyes widen and nod “ oh sweet i haven’t had that dish in awhile it's so good” I comment excited which catches wanda off guard “ You’ve had it? “ She asks as i nod” Yep i had it when i was in sokovia i was apart of the relief team well uh my parents were a nice old lady had made it for us “ I smile at the memory as wanda looks at me in awe at that “ wow well then you’ll love my dish” she grins causing me to smile” can’t wait “ i comment “ it smells delicious “ i compliment causing her to blush slightly catching me by surprise I don’t think to much into it as i head to the table sitting down.

After 15 minutes Wanda and Natasha come out, Natasha handing me a plate as Wanda sets the pan in the middle of the table before they both sit down across from me. I make my plate and grab my fork taking a bite. I widen my eyes. “ This is so good, better than how I remembered it “ I compliment continuing to eat quite fast. Something i’ve always done” Thank you so tell us Y/N what made you join shield especially at such a young age” Wanda asks curiously i hum setting my fork down and shrug “ Honestly it was either join shield or live on the streets I have so much to thank fury for i mean he’s the person you brought me in and believed in me when i didn’t “ i comment shrugging my mind going back to the memory” because of him i can control my heat vision where i don’t have to wear the stupid glasses they made for me “ i comment as wanda and natasha listen. “ Well i can’t wait to see how good you are on the mats” Natasha smirks causing my eyes to widen” wait i have to fight the black widow” I say shocked and kinda scared as nat nods wanda giggling” Yep i’ll be hand to hand combat training every morning “ Natasha smirks as i groan 

“ Great i get to entertain everyone by getting my ass beat every morning by the black widow” I grumble as they laugh for the next hour we sit at the table talking about anything and everything it was honestly nice i’ve never had such a fun time with someone let alone relaxed  With people especially now that Natasha was being a bit more relaxed with me as well.clearing my throat i stand up “ well it’s getting late imma head to bed but i enjoyed tonight thank you for making me feel welcomed” I comment wanda standing up nat nods” I think we're all gonna get along well” Nat says with a weird glint in her eyes but i don’t think to into it as i agree with them before heading to bed. Laying down I recap my day with everyone and smile to myself. I try to stay awake scared to have that dream again, hating having to remember that moment. I try to fight the sleep but not long enough exhaustion takes over and I end up falling asleep.

[neoarchipelago]

Soul link (part 6)

A/N: this... It's almost done hehehe... (It's about damn time I got to many project)

Warning: S*Xu*l harassment.

It was a forest fire. The news spread like an ember on autumn leaves. The looks and the whispers. It was embarrassing. But the worst, was the hungry looks of some soul links that wanted to see 'how the bunny hops'. You had run to Price to ask for a day off. He was understanding and gave you a full few days, making sure the hype died down. You remained in your room, only coming out to grab snacks, not bothering to go to the cafeteria. 

On the third day a soft knock at the door was heard. You frowned, walking slowly to it before opening it slowly just a bit. Behind, a mohawk man and a soft smiling cap boy stood. You could smell their soul links, making you on edge. 

"It's ok, it's ok…" the cap boy said. 

"Don't worry lass. I'm Sergeant McTavish, or Soap." 

"And I'm Kyle Garrick, call me Gaz." 

You nodded with a tiny smile. The rest of the squad 141. 

"LT asked us-" 

Soap was elbowed in the ribs by Gaz as he cleared his throat. 

"Price asked us to bring you some food. He didn't see you at the cafeteria and… he was…" 

"Worried." Soap added with a shit eating grin. 

You blinked, now looking at the tray and the bag in the boy's arms. 

"Oh… thank you." You finally managed to mutter, opening the door fully. 

Right behind the sergeant's, a recruit walked by, hungry eyes locking on your frame. Soap immediately noticed. 

"Continue your path, recruit." He snarked loudly. 

"Matter of fact, scratch that, get down and start pushing." Gaz corrected. 

You blushed, eyes wide. You didn't last long in your shock as Soap pushed you softly further inside, closing the door behind him, leaving Gaz and the poor recruit outside. 

"So, here's a super good steak we ate at lunch, and here you got a whole bunch of-"  Soap trailed. 

You smiled, eyes watering a bit. He froze, a mix of shock and worry. 

"Are you alright?! Sorry ! I-" he quickly spoke. 

You shook your head, a little chuckle escaping you. 

"It's ok… just… a bit emotional." You chuckled again. 

The weight of the last days events and reactions of everyone on base had been more exhausting than expected. It had been a safe haven to remain in your dorms but, the loneliness and lack of kindness had made you slowly suffocate. 

"Please don't cry… Lt-.. hum.." he cleared his throat. "Cap' will kill me…" he smiled. 

You shook your head again, smiling as you sniffled and brushed away the few tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 

A few minutes later, Gaz walked in as you munched on the food they had brought. He smiled warmly, a hint of happiness to see you eat. 

"How about you come to our dorms, huh? Play some cards with us?" Soap asked. 

You bit your lip, wondering how you'll be able to kindly refuse when Gaz stopped Soap. 

"Let the poor girl rest." He cut before turning to you. "However, you'll always truly be welcome at the dorms. If you feel alone or unsafe, just come to us. Really." He comforted. 

You felt the tears prickle at your eyes again, the boys looking horrified. 

"You're making her cry again!" Soap scolded. 

"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! SHIT-" 

"He's going to kill us-" 

"Shut UP -" 

The whole interaction made you erupt in laughter. You had a small doubt Captain Price would actually hurt them for it. But something inside you wondered if it was truly him or maybe a masked man that they feared. You tried not to get lost in a hope that would only hurt. 

The boys stayed a bit longer, exchanging numbers with you and sharing funny stories of some of their missions. When they left, you felt relieved and much lighter. They had managed to lift up your mood and take your mind off of the current situation. 

It took a few more days, and running out of snacks, to push you to get out of the dorms. You had shared texts with Gaz and Soap in a group chat that the boys had created. You decided to finally take up on their offer and make your way to their dorms to have a game night. 

You tried to avoid crowded hallways on your way, hiding in shadows and little corners. It was when you were almost there that the creeping feeling of being followed sent shivers down your spine and quickened your pace. You were probably being paranoid. Yes. That's it. But it didn't matter, you were almost there. You could see the door right there. You can reach for the doorknob. 

But the hand reaching for you was quicker. Pulling you back and spinning you around to push you against the door. Hungry eyes stared down at you, the man clearly excited to see you. The soul link was strong, dominant and territorial smell that was usually intoxicating if you were in heat… And not as terrified. Now it only makes you nauseous. 

"Where are you going little bunny huh?" He smirked. "Such a cute little thing, why don't you show me your cute little ears?" He growled. 

You frowned, gritting your teeth. 

"No." You said firmly. 

He gripped your waist, squeezing painfully, the sudden pain and touch making you yelp and pop your ears and tail out. 

"There we go… god even the rosy cheeks? Shit." He chuckled darkly. 

"Let me go!" You hissed. 

"Aww honey we're just talking. Nothing wrong. Let's get to know each other." He cooed sickeningly. 

"I don't want to get to know you, you dickhead… get away from me." You snapped, your ears plastering back as you glared at the man. 

"Tsk tsk tsk… such a naughty bunny. Someone ought to teach you how to behave." 

He pressed himself into you, his obvious erection against your stomach that only made your nausea grow. 

"Stop!" You cried out. 

The door swung open, making fall back. A strong wall stopped you from falling to the ground as a large arm flung towards the man, pushing him away with such force that he fell to the floor. Your heart was stammering, fingers shaking slightly. 

"What do you think you're doing Sergeant?" 

The rumble in your ears made you gasp. Ghost. The anger and warning in his voice was dripping like burning melted iron. 

"Lieutenant… I-" the man tried. 

The tattooed arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, making you gasp again. He leaned down, his other hand bracing himself against the doorway. The feeling of his breath against your neck made you shiver. He growled. Loudly. 

"I didn't.. know-" the man tried again, scurrying to his feet. 

You heard footsteps behind you, Ghost pulling you back with him to step inside the room. Gaz and Soap showed on each side of you, stepping closer to the doorway. 

"Sergeant. Let's go to my office." 

Your fingers wrapped around Ghost's arm at the sound of your Captain's voice. Soap turned to you, throwing a soft smile before nodding towards the man who held you tightly in his arms. You watched the three men exit the room, closing the door behind them. Silence fell and tension rose. You remained in the big arms of the man, heart trying to beat out of your chest. Was he angry? You haven't seen him since the new year accident, when you had kissed him. Should you leave? Yes. Let's leave. 

"I… I'm sorry lieutenant… I'll go back to my dorm-" you said trying to wiggle out of his hold. He only tightened his arms around you, stepping back more, almost making you stumble unto him. He pushed you down with him as he sat back on a couch, pulling you into his lap. You were still slightly shaking when he made you curl up against him, your head under his chin. 

You were in total shock, wondering exactly what was going on. And when you thought nothing more could shock you even more, he started purring against you. You felt the way it almost instantly made the tension in your body leave. You felt yourself wanting to cry again. The feeling of being safe and taken care of came back, exactly like that night, in the archives room. You whined, closing your eyes to keep yourself from crying as you wrapped your arms around his torso, letting him hold you to him. He only purred louder, whispering little reassuring words.

"Shhh… you're safe… you're ok… I'm here."

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Can i request an ADA x teen!reader ( platonic ofc ) where reader lives in a very toxic house w an abusive father but all the ADA member start to worrying abt them and think something is wrong bc they always come back with injuries and they finally decide to do something after that reader just broke down and they comfort them

:( i need some comfort so yea if its ok ofc u can skip it have a nice day ♡♡♡

Sorry this took some time anon, thank you for requesting, I wouldn't dare skip it. I hope you’re doing alright, you're never alone know that. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya.

TW// mentions of abuse, blood, child neglect

Word count: 2k

Just angst and sad weather. Hope its good for my first BSD fic.

A soft breeze filled with springs essence flowed gently into the quaint office placed atop the red bricked building. It wasn’t much to look at, not really, other than its red exterior taking the eyes attention for a split second, there wasn’t much else to it.

Unless one was aware of its top floored residence. Quite the loud bunch many would complain. Always someone shouting and screaming about tardiness, unsettling comments about severing limbs, and often other occupants would notice a trail of emptied snack bags leading to the office. Simply a place to stay away from.

Now that was what you called home. 

The hums of the crowded streets played out in a symphony in front of you, just another side walk to cross and you were home. Home .. If the word stayed on your tongue for too long it might lose it meaning, or worse, become sour in taste. 

That top floor, was home. It had only been maybe 8 months since you began working there as an assistant. The Armed Detective Agency, the name really says all there was to it. The work wasnt too difficult, after all, you were a hardworker and you’ve been working your whole life one way or another. The president had made some adjustiments to your workload considering you were still a high school student. Of course you adamantly expressed your capabilities, but underneath it all, you were relieved. 

The breeze grazed your face and ruffled your hair, adding more knots into it after you had done so much to ensure it looked perfect, like nothing had happened. You sighed with a hint of ire plaguing not just your voice but your eyes. Perhaps holding your tongue could have granted you another hour or two of sleep. Alas, thinking of such what if’s was something you slowly learned to block out. It was pointless to fantisize of what could be anyhow.

You continued to fix your hair as you walked up the stairs, soon reaching the gates to your heaven with the oh so familiar sign positioned at the door. You hesitated briefly even as the sign urged you to come in just as the Earth welcomed rain. Thoughts began to overwhelm you. Mornings were never easy. You weren’t a sunflower waiting to greet the sun as the sun showers you with blessings and you return its gift with a smile. It was always terrifying. He was terrifying.

No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, you would never be enough to satisfy his will. At times, that thought alone shot bolts of desperation throughout your body, like an injured animal finding some way to stop the bleeding. What were you so desperate for? Home. It’s right in front of you, so why can’t you accept it now?

‘I didn’t get enough time to cover some of the bruises, what if they-’

“Ah you made it L/N-chan!” 

You shot up slightly at the new sound that entered your bubble. Your gaze turned towards the young boy’s voice, noticing his ragged hair. ‘Always quite slanted, not a single strand the same,’ you mused. “Atsushi you startled me aha..” Although the chuckle may have been a bit strained, you were happy to know your voice wasn’t void of that hint of delight to see him. 

“A-ah! Sorry! I guess I’ve been sneaking up on a lot of people lately. The other day it was Lucy, I made her drop her dish in the cafe- I really did apologize but she was very close to throwing me from a bridge aha-” Atsushi had a tendency of causing trouble from simple, and often innocent, actions. It was always amusing to hear about from him, they’ve never failed to crack you out of your reclusive state. 

Atsushi’s eyes wandered briefly to a mismatched coloured blotch on your arm, one you tried to conceal under your sleeves. When you took notice of his gaze, you quickly shifted that arm out of view; watching his shy and gentle eyes become disturbed with remorse. That unconcealable wrapping on your leg wasn’t any better to look at you figured, and you were sorry he had to see it. It was only for a moment though. He seemed more at ease once you smiled back at him. 

“If she did push you, I’d call Kyoka-chan.” You continued back at where the conversation left off at. At that Atsushi shaked his hands, trying to prevent the fictional scenario. “N-No! Kyoka might end up doing more than dragging me out of the water-” You both laughed at the scenario at the underlying understanding of Kyoka’s protectivness of Atsushi’s well being.

As you both walked into the office together, a scent of candies and coffee lingered in the air and the bustling office welcomed your arrival. Your eyes lingered on Atsushi as he made his way over to his desk to get started on what you could only assume to be another stack of Dazai’s unfinished paperwork. ‘I should go and get him some coffee, he might need it to finish all that.’ Looking at that stack was alone to make you wince and move towards your own desk. 

You usually make your rounds to greet everyone, but today was a difficult day and you were more tired than usual. So you figured finishing your work early would be the best way to go about things. As you began, the usual shenanigans continued to buzz around the agency. Naomi chasing Tanizaki begging him to bother himself with her rather than his work, the murmurs of the president and his secretary disgusing financial documents in his office, Ranpo-san’s loud crunches as he muched on what could’ve been his 15th chip bag of the day, and to top it off, Kunikida’s excessive yelling. You may be a hardworker but in this case, you couldn’t hold a handle to Kunikida’s work ethic. He kept everyone on task, or so he tried. 

While he was on his daily rant about Dazai’s tardiness to anyone who would listen, you felt a dreadful turmoil brewing in your head.

That buzzing in your head was a little more than unsettling. And just as your hand went to go reach your head, there it was again, that word. 

“Home.”

Why was it coming to the forefront of your mind? Why couldn’t that thought be subdued? Why were you so unlucky that the only word that haunted you was the one you cherished just as much?

He. Your father. Just a shadow of what he could’ve- no, should’ve been. A shadow who gained sentience and refuses to let you breathe. 

Your ‘home’ was hell personified. Every move you took would inevitably burn your feet. So you took no steps at all. Yet even then the fire raged on and clung to you. 

And right now, that fire was engulfing your head. 

You could faintly see Dr.Yosano in the distance, making her way to you. You couldn’t quite make out her expression when you dropped to floor and the fire took your eyesight.

~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes sleep was the only solace you could get, so you tried to cherish it whenever you could. This time, there was something different about the black void of unconsciousness. A dull pain.

It lingered and poked you in the void. Slowly voices became more clear, and feeling returned to your hands. Still, those wonderful eyes of yours refused to leave the dark. 

A part of you couldn’t deny that you liked it that way, but that poking sensation wouldn’t let you dream. 

You never had time for it.

So your eyes opened, breaking through the fire, and into the blinding lights of the ceiling panels. 

~~~~~~~~

“You’re awake-!” There a pair of wide yellowish-purple eyes looked back at you, secured with a load of concern.

It was Atsushi, worried about you as always. You wished he’d worry about himself more. 

It didn’t quite hit you that you were on Dr. Yosano’s lap or the fact there were tears in your eyes, slowly streaming down your eyes. Not until Kyouka, who sat next to Atsushi wiped them gently. 

What happened to you? 

Your body must’ve been more aware than your mind as it expressed it’s emotions more freely than how your mouth could vocalize them. Slowly you sat up and noticed exactly what had caused you to lose consciousness.

“What happened… y/n?”

Blood loss.

Dr. Yosano looked at the open wounds on your legs, carefully unwrapping the loosely tied bandages around them. She was inspecting the wound just as she was inspecting your face. 

They all were looking at you. Kunikida with a glass of water held firmly in his hand. Kyouka who stayed quietly by Atsushi, looking at your wounds. Yosano who looked slightly unnerved at the blood yet continued to press on; cleaning the wound. Atsushi who looked at you as though he knew and didn’t at the same time. But he wanted to know, oh how he wanted you to tell him. 

And suddenly, it was hard. 

You were young. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The tears poured out and so did the words you held in for so long. You tried to hold it all in, but everyone has their limits. Atsushi held you closely as you cried into his arms. Kyouka followed and joined the hug. 

She understood. 

You may be older than her but she knew your pain just as well. 

Yosano worked on your legs with utmost care and gentleness. She knew better than to ask to heal using her unorthodox methods. She’d rather not do that, even if it took away all the physical pain, it wouldn’t do anything for your mental anguish. So she helped in the ways she could. 

Kunikida offered you that glass of water as you talked and cried. He stepped back for a moment, eyes still intently on you as you spoke with your shaky voice and teary eyes. Until he caught the sight of someone hidden in the corner of the agency.

Dazai.

His expression was unreadable as always yet there was a sense of conflict stiring in those lax eyes of his that Kunikida rarely saw. Just as Kunikida noticed him standing there in obscurity, he left through the agency’s doors. Kunikida knew to follow him in case Dazai had finally built a sense of justice and planned to do something rash.

~~~~~~~~

When the tears stopped, you sat there with your ragged yet quiet, breathing. Atsushi never once left your side. Kyouka still sat by you, unmoving. Kenji had returned a little while ago and brought you over some tissues and began reciting stories of his farm life adventures. 

Ranpo finally appeared again. His whereabouts were always where his interests lied…. Or where the snacks were. Thus, it wouldn’t surprise you if he had been there the whole time, just hidden away. 

With a lollipop still in his mouth, he looked down at you. You couldn’t read his eyes, you barely ever saw them when you think about it. Kenji, continued to talk while your attention shifted to Ranpo. He brought his arm forward, in his hand, a single lollipop. He motioned you to take it. 

When it was in your hands, he was already gone back to whatever he was doing, yet you stared at it as though it were gold. 

Home…. A place that’s warm.. A place you feel loved..

You were home. You were safe.

And so you smiled, it would be okay.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks had passed since then, your father was arrested on accounts of child abuse and neglect and you were free from his torment. That moment when Kunikida had left that day, he must’ve gone to seek out your father you supposed. Regardless, you were thankful to not just him, but the entire agency. 

You were free, and you would be okay.

That ‘home’ meant nothing to you, so with Fukuzawa-san’s permission, you were allowed to move into the agency dorms. Again, nothing you could do would expression your gratefulness towards him.

Although old habits and traumas never die, you were healing. You had people who loved you and cared for you. People who would laugh with you as Kunikida and Dazai fought. People who would eat with you when you couldn’t sleep. And people who watched over you, even if silently.

You weren't alone, and most importantly, you were happy.

[motherofdogs1010]

Laurel Sickness I (Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Summary: Laurel Sickness was a case of extreme, obsessive love that has been used to describe the new phenomenon that is sweeping the globe with no explanation. Individual are becoming just as mad as Apollo once was when he first set his godly eyes on the virgin nymph, Daphne.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark!fic, toxic behavior, gaslighting, dystopian society, dark!Sonny Carisi, stalking, stalker!Sonny Carisi, the world's messed up in this story, age gap relationship, forced relationship, eventual non-con/dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Sometimes, in the late night when she was holding herself up in her dorm, Y/N would lay there in her bed and contemplate what exactly she had done to gain the attention of her friend's uncle.

She remembered meeting Maddie Carisi at freshman orientation, the two girls having been in the same major (nursing to be exact) and having instantly clicked. She had known Maddie for exactly three years before she was invited over to the Carisi Easter Sunday Dinner, her own parents were back in her home state and unfortunately, Y/N couldn't afford to go back home at the time, but now... now, she wishes she had taken up her parents' offer of letting them buy her a ticket to visit them.

She remembers the way the whole family had been welcoming, a loud joking bunch of people who were still in the Sunday bests; Y/N having made sure to dress in a floral, pastel colored dress that was off the shoulder yet she made sure to put a cardigan on top as to not show too much cleavage since Maddie had told her that her grandmother was quite the conservative Catholic. Y/N had been enjoying herself, enjoying the conversation and activities the Carisi family had set up for the kids and cousins to do when she had bumped in Maddie's uncle.

"I'm so sorry", Y/N had said with a apologetic look on her face. "I didn't see you there."

She didn't think of anything when their eyes met, E/C meeting blue and seeing the appearance of his pupils dilate when they met. She didn't think the surge reports on the news could happen to her, how naive she had been.

"It's alright, no harm done", he had said with a tight smile.

"Uncle Sonny!" Maddie had cheerfully said, "you're here!"

"Well, luckily, I was able to take the afternoon off", he said, his accent thick. "I see you brought a friend along."

He was a handsome man, Y/N could recall; he had his hair gelled back, he had quite a bit of grey in his hair yet it had only added to how attractive she had thought he was. He was much older than them, Y/N figured he was in his late thirties or early forties and he seemed to be accompanied by a blonde haired woman who always looked like she was permanently scowling.

"Oh! This is Y/N!" Maddie said, introducing her. "Remember, I told you my friend and I both wanted to get our Masters to become NPs? This is her."

"Ah, Maddie talks a lot about you", he said, "big plans you two have, huh?"

Big plans, that's what she had. So many big plans and dreams before Sonny Carisi crossed paths with her...

"My Uncle rarely comes nowadays", Maddie had told her later. "He's the new ADA in Manhattan for the sex crimes unit."

Amanda had been mad as of late, a cunt if Sonny was being honest because of his lack of wanting to have sex with her anymore. But how could Sonny betray his little doll face like that? How could he forsake the instant connection he had felt by having sex with another woman?

The minute their eyes had met at his family's get-together, he knew it was instantaneous, they were meant to be. Sonny didn't exactly understand at first the thoughts that were in his mind about the younger woman, the intense and sexual dreams about her until he was watching the news.

The dreams he had were not always sexual, no, sometimes he saw his life with her; her cooking at the stove with five or six little Carisis ran around their legs, she would laugh as they pestered her before she'd look back at him with a grin.

"Dominick, you're home", she'd said as the bundle of children ran towards him.

Another case of that new phenomenon, Laurel Sickness was in the news; a woman arrested after killing the boyfriend of the woman she had grown to become enamored with. Laurel Sickness was something that some were saying was global hysteria, people falling in love with a uninterested third party, chasing down their loves until they were able to obtain them.

"Our eyes met and I knew we were meant to be!" the afflicted woman sobbed as she was arrested. "She showed me our future together!"

Sonny's eyes had widen as he could hear Amanda calling him from the other room.

Damn all the time he had put into the relationship with Amanda, the arguments they had over making their relationship public or how attached her daughters were to him.

Sonny looked at the photo Maddie had posted to her instagram, a photo of her and... Y/N, oh, how did just thinking her name make his stomach clench and heat spread through him. The two girls were outside at a coffee shop, it was obvious they had been studying by the notebooks and textbooks, even their laptops around them on the table.

Y/N had her hair pulled away from her face, a happy but tired smile on her face.

"Sonny, we really need to talk about this", Amanda nagged from the other room.

Yeah, they were going to talk.

He just knew it was one that Amanda wasn't going to be happy about.

[ecogirl2759]

~~~NEW UPDATE~~~

(I'M A DUMBASS WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO IF YOU SAW THIS ALREADY NO YOU DIDN'T)

I'm glad people liked my 4コマ KINGS post so much lol. I love spreading the word about obscure lore :)

Under the cut I've responded to some of my favorite tags, given a little more backstory into the source of these pictures, as well as posted a few new ones :D

There's also a question at the very bottom that I'd love to hear opinions on, but no pressure if y'all don't feel comfortable answering ^w^

You're welcome >:D

Same, bro. I was basically thinking that the entire time I was reading these books lol

I feel like I should give a little context to these comics and where they come from lol. I wasn't very clear about the backstory in my original post. I do agree, when I found these, I thought they were super important, too, particularly because I don't think a lot of the fandom knows about these books lol.

The Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS anthology series was published in the early 2010's featuring a bunch of different artists. The series is 4 volumes long and published by Spike Chunsoft, meaning, while these aren't necessarily canon, they ARE official :)

There is another series of anthologies in relation to both the first and second games, but I don't have those.

The first two volumes of this series is relatively well documented. There are sites where English translations have already been added to all of the comics in them (I'm pretty sure), as well as some screenshots popping up on places like Pinterest.

The third and fourth installments, however, are really poorly archived. The third has some content from it floating around, but it's hard to come by. The fourth had almost no information on it no matter where I searched.

I say this because a while ago I found the ONLY pictures of the Mastermind!Taka comic on this really old Tumblr blog from 2014 and REALLY wanted to figure out what it was about. (Didn't help that I couldn't read some of the bubbles in those photos.) First I searched for an English translation (there wasn't (so I'm working on one hehe)), then I tried to find which book it was even from, and NOTHING!

These books, since they were in circulation around 2014-ish, have stopped being printed, so copies of them are very hard to come by. Luckily, I was able to get my copies from a kind stranger on Ebay :)

-NOW-

Here are a few more pictures that I thought were funny/interesting that I couldn't add in my first post because of the picture limit lol.

Sorry for the really long post, I just thought it'd be interesting to share :)

Here's the page of artists that contributed to this anthology! Please go check them out (or see if they have any socials since it's been so long). Some credits change per volume, hence how many photos there are. (And sorry for my hand, it's hard to hold these open lol.)

You've probably all seen the covers, but have you seen what's behind the covers? (Also including the opening illustrations. These have probably been posted online already as well, but they're worth including imo.) (Again, please excuse the fingers, I'm trying my best ;-;)

^ Sayaka came with a smudge :( she still pretty tho

So, uh, remember when I said Hifumi made ship fodder? ......Here it is. Eat your heart out lol

Also remember when I said that Mondo's hair was fluffy and bouncy? Here's the proof:

Sakura has been de-buff-ified twice LMAO

ALSO remember when I said Syo was a fan of BL? ...... :)

ALSO remember when I said Kyoko was kinda socially awkward?

(Context: Kyoko sees Kiyotaka and Mondo calling each other bro and, thinking it'll strengthen their bond as well, calls Makoto "Makoto-oniichan," or "big brother Makoto" lol. Also, second picture says "I have come to save you, Makoto")

Chihiro Shinji chair meme

I'm at my picture cap, but there's a lot I haven't brought up lol

-SO-

For a different thread, would people like me to find pictures of certain characters? (i.e. just photos of the characters looking cool/hot/stupid without a lot of the text.) Because I am totally willing to do that :)

I've already got a lot on Byakuya, Sakura, Aoi and Mondo for all you simps out there, and it's not hard to find even more lol.

So lmk :D

[theseventhdimension]

Seedless Seedlings, the End and Beginning.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

DNI: All are welcome, but death is described, DNI if this makes you uncomfortable.

Author's note: See.. this was meant to be a drabble, and then I *Sigh*..added more adjectives, and then a little more description, added backstory, a bit of dialogue and a *splash* of angst and it turned into this mess.

No beta, we die like whatever your gender is, cause we ain't sexist round these parts.

Death via Gunshot is described in this fic, do not interact if it makes you uncomfortable.

Spencer wandered through the grocery store, his mind a thousand miles away. The fluorescent lights hummed above, casting a stark, clinical brightness over the aisles. The world around him felt distant and muffled, like he was moving through a dream.

He moved through the familiar routine, picking up items almost on autopilot. Cereal, milk, bread—each item found its place in the cart without much thought. It was a ritual he had performed countless times,

yet today it felt different, heavier.

He reached the produce section and stopped abruptly. His eyes landed on a sign:

"Seedless Grapes."

His heart clenched. A small, wistful smile tugged at his lips, though it was tinged with an unshakeable sadness. He reached out, picking up a bunch and turning it over in his hands, the cool, smooth texture grounding him momentarily.

The memory of you flooded back with such intensity that he had to take a deep breath to steady himself. You had always hated grapes with seeds.

Spencer could clearly remember your exaggerated grimace whenever you bit into one by mistake.

You would always meticulously pick out the seedless ones, joking that seeds were nature's way of ruining a perfectly good fruit. He often teased you about it, enjoying the playful banter and the way your eyes would light up with mock indignation.

The memory was so vivid, it felt like you were standing beside him.

He could almost hear your voice, feel your presence, but when he turned,

..there was nothing but empty space.

The ache in his chest was as raw as it had been on the night you died, a wound that time had not yet begun to heal.

It felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe, like a grape was stuck in his throat.

He could almost see you standing there, plucking a grape off the bunch and popping it into your mouth with a mischievous grin.

"Just to test it out, you gotta know what you're paying for! Get the best for your buck, y'know?"

He knows that what you'd say, playfully nudging him with your elbow. Spencer would laugh, shaking his head at your antics, but always loving the way you found joy in the simplest things.

It had been months since that fateful night.

The unsub had cornered Spencer, his gun aimed with deadly precision. Without a second thought, you had pushed Spencer out of harm's way, taking the fatal bullet yourself. The pain and chaos that followed were a blur, but one moment stood out with haunting clarity: your final breath, your hand slipping from his grasp as you whispered your last words.

Spencer could still see the crimson bloom spreading across your shirt, the deep red almost black in the dim light. You clutched at the wound, your fingers slick with blood as you desperately tried to stem the flow. Each breath you took was a ragged gasp, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination.

"Hold on," Spencer had pleaded, his voice breaking. He pressed his hands over yours, trying to apply pressure, to do anything to keep you with him. The warmth of your blood seeped through his fingers, sticky and unyielding, a stark reminder of the life slipping away beneath his touch.

Your grip on his hand was weak, your strength fading. "Spence," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the din of sirens and shouting. "I'm sorry."

Tears streamed down Spencer's face as he shook his head, refusing to accept what was happening. "Don't talk like that. You're going to be okay. Just stay with me."

But even as he spoke, he could feel you slipping away. Your eyes, once so full of life and mischief, were glazing over, your breathing becoming more labored. You squeezed his hand one last time, a faint smile on your lips. "Love.. you.." you managed to say before your hand went limp in his grasp,

your eyes closing for the last time.

Spencer had screamed for help, his voice raw with desperation, but deep down, he knew it was too late. The memory of your blood on his hands, the warmth turning cold, haunted him every day. It was a weight he carried with him, a constant reminder of the price you paid to save his life.

Spencer closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. No, he wasn't going to cry in the middle of a grocery store.

He placed the seedless grapes into his cart and continued through the store, trying to focus on the mundane task of shopping.

The sound of the cart wheels on the linoleum, the murmur of other shoppers, it all felt so far away. But his mind kept drifting back to you, to the way you had always known how to make him smile, even on his darkest days.

Arriving back at his apartment, Spencer unpacked his groceries with mechanical precision, having done this time and time again.

The apartment felt emptier without you, the silence more profound. The walls seemed to echo with memories of you, your laughter, your voice, now only a haunting reminder of what he had lost.

He set the grapes on the counter, their presence a small, bittersweet reminder of you. He sank into a chair at the kitchen table, staring at the grapes.

"You still hate the ones with seeds, don't you?" he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always loved the seedless ones."

He picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth, savoring the sweet, seedless fruit. It was a small thing, but in that moment, it felt like a connection to you, a way to remember the love and joy you had brought into his life.

The taste was bittersweet, a reminder of the simple pleasures you had shared in comparison to the dark horrors you used to experience together.

The BAU team had tried their best to support him in the months since your death.

Hotch had given him time off, Garcia had inundated him with cheerful messages and care packages, and Derek had been a constant presence, always ready to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on.

But despite their best efforts, nothing could fill the void you had left behind. The emptiness was like a shadow, always lurking at the edges of his consciousness.

Spencer knew he had to keep going, to keep fighting and living in a way that would honor your memory. You had given your life to save his, and he owed it to you to make the most of that gift. The weight of that responsibility was overwhelming, but it was also a source of strength.

Popping another grape into his mouth, Spencer allowed himself a moment of peace. It was a small thing, but in that moment, it felt like you were with him, guiding him through the darkness. The taste of the grapes, the feel of them in his hand, it all served as a reminder that you were still a part of him, woven into the fabric of his life.

He imagined how you would react if you had made it home, safe and sound. You would have walked into the kitchen, your eyes lighting up at the sight of the grapes, only to narrow playfully when you saw Spencer eating them.

"Spence! You're eating my property!" you would exclaim, a mock frown on your face. He could see you crossing your arms, tapping your foot in exaggerated annoyance. Despite the fact that Spencer paid for them every single time, you loved to tease him about it.

A chuckle escaped Spencer's lips as he envisioned the scene. "You know I can't resist," he'd reply, pretending to defend himself. "Besides, I like to make sure they're up to your standards, get the 'best for your buck'."

You'd roll your eyes and shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "Fine, but you owe me," you'd say, grabbing a grape yourself and popping it into your mouth. "And don't think this gets you out of doing the dishes tonight."

The imagined exchange brought a bittersweet smile to Spencer's face.

It was moments like these he missed the most—your playful banter, your ability to make even the most mundane tasks feel special.

But theres no use in imagining now, because you're not here to snap him out of it with a calling of his name and a light punch on the arm.

Spencer picked up another grape, savoring the sweet, seedless fruit. It was a small thing, but it connected him to you, reminding him of the love and joy you had brought into his life.

As he sat there, he made a silent promise to you: to keep your memory alive, to carry you with him in his heart, and to strive to live a life that would make you proud, no matter how hard he tried to subconsciously shut you out.

The world seemed a little less bright without you in it, but he would find a way to keep moving forward, holding onto the memories that kept you close.

In that moment, the taste of the grapes was not just a reminder of your preference but a testament to the enduring bond you shared.

And for that, he was endlessly grateful.

[ghuleh-recs]

hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

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[blueink01]

Ch. Pilot: Welcome To Hell

Forest-

Yn is lying down on a big stone slab, her arms and legs are chained into four pillars that rise up from each corner of the slab. Ten black figures are surrounding him while chanting, one of them takes a big ass dagger and holds it up letting a ray of moonlight shine through a red gem in the hilt. Yn looks up at the cealing in disbelief

'How the hell did I end up here?"

Yn's House - A Few Hours Ago-

A alarm clock suddenly starts to blare inside Yn's room, said young woman takes a shovel that is resting by her bed and smashes the clock into pieces. Yn throws her shovel out of her window followed by a cat screeching in pain. Yn slowly looks out of the window and sees a cat waving its paw up at her

"Sorry!"

Cat: 'Asshole.' Yn hops through her room that has broken clocks lying around, she opens her closet and dresses up

            -Time Skip-

Yn slides to her kitchen and her maids starts to make her breakfast. When she's done with thanks the girls for breakfast, she sits down at the table next to a open window where a random bird flies in and takes Yn's breakfast toast

"Hey!" Yn jumps onto tries to take her bread back but she realizes that she has jumped out of her window

"Oh, damn..." Yn drops down from the fifth floor into a bush and somehow she sits up without a scratch, Yn looks around at her body and feels it for any injuries, just on cue the butler who were around ran outside to her.

"Ms. Yn! Are you okay?!"

"Huh, I'm starting to think I'm superhuman."

"You could have seriously gotten hurt be careful next time and don't do reckless things like that again for god sake we can make more for you." The Butler said, she looks up at the bird that still has her bread flying away

"F**king birds... God could have designed them better." Yn replied back.

"Yn, leave the bird be." Yn stands up and starts to walk back into her apartment building without noticing a snow white dove intently staring down at her

            -Time Skip-

Yn is walking through the halls of her school while a guy and a girl stare at her. When Yn reaches and opens her locker the two people who were looking at her approach her, Yn's eyes narrow as she feels someone walking towards her. When one of the guys are close enough Yn turns around and punches him in the face causing them to drop onto the floor

"Ow! Dude!" Yn looks down at him and she flinches

"Oh, damn... Sorry bro, are I ok?" The two that were approaching Yn were her bestfriends, Jack and Sally

"What was that for?"

"Sorry, but you're the one that sneaked up on me!"

"I think that was hilarious!"

"Shut it Sally!"

"Jack." Yn said in a tone meaning be nice, he signed staying quiet with Sally smirking

"Right." Yn helps Jack back onto his feet

"You really need to do something with your face, it was like punching a pillow." Yn joked.

"Whatever, let's just get to class before teach goes crazy on us again." Jack replied annoyed

"Yeah. I'm not looking forward to hear his annoying squeal voice." Sally added

"Guys come on be nice."

            -Time Skip-

Yn is sitting in a class at the casual main character spot, at the back of the class right next to the windows. Yn lets out a sigh as she ignores the teacher and the useless stuff that is coming out of his mouth, then Yn hears some pecking on the window, she turns to look out and there she sees the snow white Dove just standing by the window and looking at Yn

"A dove...?" Then out of nowhere the Dove winks at Yn causing her to look at it like she just took a bunch of drugs and is hallucinating

'Did that Dive just wink at me?' The Dove stares at Yn for a few more seconds before flying off far above the clouds which confuses Yn more

'Do Doves fly that high?" For the rest of the class Yn just contemplates what just happened

            -Time Skip-

After school Yn is walking back home while thinking about normal stuff like Go to bed, you'll feel better in the morning or Did you turn it off and turn it back on again?

"I should give away my plants just in case..." Yn talked to herself, suddenly a group of people approach her and put a bag over Yn's head

"Hey!" One of the people takes out a bat and knocks Yn out with it

Forest- Current Time-

'Oh, yeah...' The leader of the group of people that is holding the big dagger walks over to the side of Yn

"Dark Prince Lucifer, please accept this child of God as a sacrifice, in exchange please grant us immeasurable amounts of wealth and power!" Yn starts to struggle, trying to somehow trying get out of the chains but obviously she can't because they are chains made out of metal. The leader of the group lifts the dagger up, ready to stab Yn

'No! No! No! No! No!' The person stabs the dagger into Yn, piercing her heart and killing her instantly. Yn's vision turns completely black and Yn finds herself in a dark space

"W-Where- Where am I?!" Then a bright ball of white light appears and starts approaching her. From the ball a mans voice can be heard

"Yn Ln~"

"Who are you?!" Before anything else can happen Yn is flung back and she starts flying away from the ball of light. The ball of light flares up followed by a scream

"NO!!" The surrounding darkness around Yn starts to slowly change to fire that illuminates the space in red. Yn then hears another man's voice

"So you're the one the old bastard wanted~? I think I'll keep you~"

Hell- Pentagram City-

Yn hears the voice giggle before she roughly lands onto a hill. Yn groans as she keeps her eyes closed

"I must have eaten something weird, first the winking Dove and now all this..." Yn slowly sits up and opens her eyes, when she does all she sees is a big city in front of her but what unnerves her the most is that there are dead bodies of some monsters lying around

"Aah!" Yn lets out a scream and backs away while breathing heavily. She looks up and sees a giant red and glowing pentagram floating in the sky

"T-This can't be real..." She looks to her side where she sees a sign that reads: Welcome to hell f**ker! Pentagram City that way! ➡️

"I'm in Hell? I'm in Hell!!" Yn starts to breathe even more heavily then she hears a roar near her. Yn turns towards the noice and sees a giant demonic dog running towards her. As it closes on Yn, she panics and raises her hands up causing a pillar of fire to errupt from the ground and turn the dog into ash. Yn looks at the pile of ash and her hands in disbelief and that's when she realizes that she has different clothes on and her nails are long and black.

"What happened to me?" Yn crawls over to a small puddle and looks at her new face, she look like a weird mix of animal.

"That's... me..?" Yn lifts her hands up and feels her face before touching her soft ears, her antlers, and her tails. she look actually hot as hell for whatever she was.

"Heh... I'm a demon now... I'm really a demon." Yn why this was happening, she did everything right. She was good, she was kind, and make people happy. So why was she oh hell. Yn stands up, she takes a deep breath before looking at the city while letting out a groan.

           -Play Music-

"Well, if God didn't think I deserved to be in heaven then I'll make the best of it here in Hell." Yn smiles.

'I can't wait to meet the people that told me 'See you in Hell.' Yn starts walking towards the city not knowing what's happening upstairs in heaven

Heaven-

In the great throne room of God, one angel is standing behind a pillar while things like tables fire balls, and a golden throne are getting thrown around the throne room. When everything calms down the angel peaks behind the pillar and sees God standing in the middle of the messy and trashed throne room, panting. Michael enters the messy room.

"Umm... M'lord?" God looks at Michael while her four eyes are twitching

"What..."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm prefectly fine." He takes deep breaths trying to calm himself down

"Now Leave." Michael gives him a bow before quickly making his way out of the throne room. God walks to a double door that lead into his personal chambers, he flops onto his bed and grabs a body pillow that he hugs tightly. On the body pillow is the photo of Yn with nothing but her underwear and bra on and on the other side of the pillow is Yn who is completely naked. God lets out a sigh and starts to inhale on the pillow contain her scent.

"Don't worry dear. You'll be here with me soon~"

Previous Page: Intro

Next Page: Ch. 2: The Hazbin Hotel

Beginning: Front Cover

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 350.brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Beatrice is nibbling on a piece of toast as she sits besides Rooster, watching her husband learning truco - quickly too -  was so relaxing. None else was there yet, Nicole was playing with Bianca and Ewoyn while the twins were on a playmat her mother bought for them in case they came over.

The brunette propped her chin on Rooster’s shoulder, smiling at the waft of his cologne, as she watched, “You are doing good,babe.” she says, “Michael looks…disgruntled.”

Rooster grinned, his eyes focused on the cards in his hand. "Thanks, gorgeous. Michael's a tough opponent, but I'm picking up the strategies."

“At least you agree.” Michael grumbled, “See Leo? Brad think I’m a tough opponent.”

“Well,Brad hasn’t shared a room with you,so he doesn’t know.”

Beatrice chuckled, reaching for a glass of homemade limoncello that her mom had just brought over. She took a sip and savored the citrusy sweetness. "You'll fit right in with this competitive bunch. Truco gets serious around here."

Rooster raised an eyebrow, his attention momentarily shifting from the cards. "I can see that. Michael is giving me the 'I'm plotting something' look."

Beatrice laughed, taking another sip of her limoncello. "Oh, that's just his terrible poker face. Don't let it intimidate you.”

"I'll be on the lookout for any sneaky moves, then."

Claudia, returned, placing a plate of freshly baked biscotti on the table. "Biscotti, anyone? Get it before Guillermo arrives, you know how your older brother is."

“A sweet tooth with a bitch face yeah-FUCK!” Michael grumbled in annoyance, slamming his forehead down on the table, “Fuck how did Brad get so good,so fast?!”

Rooster chuckled, looking genuinely amused. "Beginner's luck, maybe?"

Michael groaned, rubbing his temples. "If this is luck, it's seriously unfair. Leo, help me out here."

Leonardo smirked, glancing at the cards in his hand. "Sorry, Michael, but you're on your own. I can't help you win against the newcomer."

Beatrice grinned, kissing Rooster’s cheek "Looks like Roos has found his hidden talent. Maybe he was a Truco champion in a past life."

"Next round is mine," Michael declared, shuffling the cards with determination.

“You are too competitive,Mike.”

“Shut up.”

“What’s happening?” Guillermo’s deep voice broke the banter and his immense form covered most of the doorframe as he watched all of them at the table. His green eyes dropped to his siblings then to Brad, “Brad’s winning?”

"Hey, Guillermo. Yeah, you won't believe it, but Roos is giving Michael a run for his money in Truco." she says, proudly, hugging Rooster’s arm.

Guillermo's bushy eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? B?"

"Surprised me too," Michael grumbled, looking at his cards with a determined scowl. "Beginner's luck or something."

Rooster grinned, playing along with the banter. "Just adapting.

Claudia joined them at the table, offering a plate of biscotti to Guillermo. "You're just in time. Join the game and give Michael some competition."

“Who else is missing?”

“Our other sisters,” Michael grumbled, “God damn it. Gui,help!

Guillermo hummed, taking a biscotti. "I'm afraid I've retired from the Truco battlefield. My skills are rusty."

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Rusty, my foot. You're just scared Michael will cry if he loses."

Michael shot her a mock offended look. "I never cry." they all looked at him, “I never cry.”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, "Really? Because I distinctly remember the time you lost a bet and had to watch 'The Notebook' with us."

Michael's face turned a shade of pink, and he grumbled under his breath. "That was a one-time thing."

Beatrice laughed, leaning into Rooster. "Maybe we should have a movie night soon. Watch something that will make Michael cry again."

Michael shook his head, waving off the suggestion. "Not happening. I've built up an immunity to tear-inducing movies."

“You didn’t honey,” Hannah says, “You cried watching tik tok a few days ago. And you cried while playing something with yoru friends.” and Michael felt the utter betrayal coming from all sides…so much he just huffed and kept his eyes on his cards

But as the Truco game reached its final rounds, the competition intensified. Rooster, still adapting to the game, managed to hold his ground against Michael's ‘experienced’ plays. In the midst of the game, Sabrina's laughter echoed from the doorway as she entered the scene. "What's all this noise about?" she asked, glancing around the table.

"Roos is schooling Michael in Truco," Beatrice announced with a proud grin.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, her eyes flickering between Rooster and Michael. "Really now? Brad, a card shark in the making?"

Rooster chuckled, nodding. "Beginner's luck."

Beatrice lookd back to cyheck on the twins, who were now carried by her dad who just walked around the backyard, pointing at the orange tree growing close to the fence, bouncing the babies now and again.

Suddenly,Nicole zipped closer to Bea, ‘Mama, look!” she was cupping something in her tiny hands, “S’a fwend!”

Beatrice leaned down to Nicole's level, her eyes widening as she saw a small ladybug nestled in Nicole's palms. "Oh, it's a little friend. How did you find it?"

Nicole beamed, "It has spots!"

Beatrice smiled, "That's so sweet, Nicole. Ladybugs are good luck. Let it crawl on your hand gently." She watched as Nicole carefully extended her hand, and the ladybug crawled onto her tiny fingers. She gasped, then giggled, “There you go, are you having fun with cousin Bibi and cousin Eowyn?” 

And Nicole nods, “Yesh.” she giggles more, “Mama,keep it?”

“Keep the ladybug?” she nods, ‘Oh,honey, no,no we can’t. She has to go back to her own mama,okay?”

Nicole pouted slightly, her eyes widening with a hint of disappointment then she looked down at the little bug. "But... I like fwends."

Beatrice chuckled, her heart warmed by Nicole's innocence. "I know, sweetheart. We can enjoy our time with the ladybug, but then we have to let her go back to her family. It's important to share our friends with others too."

Nicole considered this for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought. After a brief pause, she nodded in agreement. "Okay, Mama. We share fwends."

"Exactly," Beatrice said, giving Nicole a gentle hug. "Now, let's go show your little friend to nonno and the others."

Nicole walked over to where Rafael was now seated next to Michael,still holding the twins to his chest. Nicole excitedly displayed the ladybug to her grandfather. "Nonno, look! Fwend!"

Rafael's eyes lit up as he examined the tiny creature. "Ah, a ladybug! You know, in our culture, ladybugs are considered a symbol of good luck. It's said that they bring happiness and prosperity."

Nicole blinked at him, “...huh?”

“Papa,please,” Beatrice laughs, “She’s only one year old, she only got half of that.”

Rafael chuckled, "My apologies, little one. Ladybugs are like tiny messengers of good things. They bring smiles and good wishes wherever they go."

“Whu’s that?”

“What?A wish?” she nods and Rafael blinks, still holding the twins and furrowing his brows, “Uhhh…well….a wish is something you want really bad.” Beatrice noticed that while her father was speaking, Nicole just watched him intently, unblinking, “And stuff has that power.”

“...mkay! Papa!” Nicole quickly turns on her heel and shows the tiny bug to Rooster, who immediately stops to smile at her, “Wish!” 

Rooster grinned at Nicole's excitement, gently picking her up from under her armpits, “Oh you got a ladybug,huh? That’s nice.”

Nicole's eyes sparkled with innocence as she gazed at the ladybug. "Wish fwends forever!"

The simplicity and sincerity of Nicole's wish brought smiles to everyone around. Beatrice exchanged a glance with Rooster, their hearts warmed by the genuine joy of their little one. 

"Well, I think that's a beautiful wish," Rooster said, his voice filled with warmth. "Wishing for friends forever is something special."

Nicole beamed at Rooster's approval, and she continued to showcase her newfound friend to everyone that looked over at her. Beatrice smiles more, her hand rubbing her heart as she inhales shakily.

Sometimes she can’t believe this is her life.

She got not only the man of her dreams - said man winked at her before he got back to the game - she got amazing kids and a family that loves her husband just as much as she did…and he deserved it. She couldn’t help but feel her eyes stinging, because like her aunt said ‘they were meant to be’ 

If there’s any universe where the two aren’t together, she hopes her other version runs over and finds him there…because there’s no way life would be the same without him. She clears her throat, checking the time and seeing she had to make sure the twins’ got fed, “Roos.” her husband looks over, “I’m going to feed Gavin and Aurora,okay? I’ll be in my old room.”

Rooster nodded, his eyes following Beatrice as she made her way inside, only looking back when she disappeared from view. Beatrice entered the familiar halls of her childhood home, the echoes of her footsteps seemed to harmonize with the music being played outside As she approached the door of her old room, she couldn't help but smile at the flood of emotions.

Pushing the door open the soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, it made her smile. Her mother was slowly making it more neutral, it was a slow process but it was happening.

Settling into her old bed, Beatrice cradled Gavin in her arms, his tiny hands reaching out as he fidgeted in anticipation of the meal. Aurora, on her opposite arm just babbled quietly. Just as she was about to feed both, she saw her mother’s head pop in, “Oh, hi mom.” she says, gently pulling her shirt up “I’m going to feed them–you alright?” her mother’s eyes were shining with tears, but she was smiling.

Claudia walked into the room, her eyes gleaming "Oh, Beatrice, it's just so heartwarming to see you here, with your beautiful family."

Beatrice smiled, a softness in her eyes. "Thank you mama…”

Claudia approached, sitting on the edge of the bed. She gently brushed a strand of hair from Beatrice's face. "You're a wonderful mother, tesoro. I couldn't be prouder."

Beatrice's heart swelled with warmth at her mother's words. She had come a long way from the young girl who once inhabited this room, and now, she was a mother herself. Gavin latched onto her breast, nursing peacefully, while Aurora, in her own baby babble, seemed to share in the moment. “...I—”

“You are amazing, oh tesoro, I…” Claudia inhales, “When you told me about Bradley I have to admit, i was worried, I was worried…but the way he looks at you oh-” she shakes her head, “He doesn’t look away a second…and that fills me with joy and happiness and…and now you have three wonderful kids.”

"Mom, I couldn't have asked for a better partner," Beatrice admitted, her voice soft. "Brad…Brad is so…h-he has been my rock, especially through all the ups and downs. “ 

I didn’t think he’d stay, she wanted to say.

Claudia beamed, her eyes still glistening with emotion. "He's a good man, and he loves you so much. It's evident in every glance, every touch. I'm glad you found each other." she cups her daughter’s cheek, “...your life will be filled with love and joy, tesoro. It will.”

“...thank you,Mama.” she says softly, sniffling, “I…thank you…I…I know it will. It’ll be amazing.”

As Gavin finished nursing, Beatrice carefully shifted him to her shoulder, patting his back gently to soothe him. Claudia watched with a soft smile, her hand still resting on Beatrice's cheek. "You've become such a natural at this, sweetheart. It's like you were born to be a mother."

Beatrice chuckled, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "I think Nicole,Gavin and Aurora did a good job training me. It's a learning experience every day."

Claudia laughed warmly, the sound like a comforting melody. "That's the beauty of it, tesoro. Motherhood is a journey of continuous learning, and you're navigating it beautifully."

Beatrice's gaze shifted to Aurora, who was now peacefully nestled against her other arm, her little fingers curled around Beatrice's shirt. "I always wanted a family like this," Beatrice admitted, her voice soft with nostalgia. "I wanted to recreate the warmth and love we had in this house."

Claudia nodded, her eyes reflecting the shared memories. "You've not only recreated it, but you've also expanded it. Our home is filled with new laughter, new stories. Bradley and the kids have woven themselves seamlessly into our family tapestry."

A thoughtful expression crossed Beatrice's face. "Roos has become an integral part of our lives, hasn't he? It's strange to think about the time when he was this new face in our world."

And how scared she was then.

Claudia's eyes twinkled with affection. "It's not strange at all, tesoro. Sometimes, the most unexpected connections become the most precious ones….Your father and I feel so blessed to have all of you here," Claudia expressed, her voice a gentle whisper. "Our home is filled with love, warmth, and the pitter-patter of little feet. I couldn't ask for more."

Beatrice sighed contentedly, gazing at her sleeping children. "Mama…you are going to make me cry.”

Claudia reached over, her hand gently resting on Beatrice's cheek,swiping a tear that dared to go down. "Crying is not a bad thing, tesoro. It's the overflow of a heart that's bursting with love and gratitude."

"We're truly grateful for everything you and Papa have done for us," Beatrice confessed, sniffling . "And–and,” she closes her eyes to regain her composure, “And everything is going so good now, with the kids and my job and Brad’s promotion–”

“...what?”

“What?”

Claudia’s eyes widened, “...Brad is getting promoted?”

“...I…I didn’t tell you?” oh no. Her mother’s face started to change and before she could stop her very fast Italian mother, she heard it, loud and piercing, with some teary tones downstairs.

“BRADLEY YOU ARE GETTING PROMOTED?!”

Funny,she was pretty sure she told her mother that.

[kokoasci]

Hi!! I know it's a terribly basic question, but what brushes do you use? How do you choose and achieve those textures?

hiya!! no problem at all i'd be happy to explain!! welcome to:

KOKO'S CRASH COURSE IN TEXTURES !!

(she has no idea what she's doing)

first off brushes!! i just yoinked this from another ask but these are the main brushes i use! Most importantly is the Old Beach brush, which is what i use for flat colors and to add lighting. Hard airbrush I use to add shadows and those pink/white highlights, and the soft airbrush is to add gradients and light overlays.

Most of the kind of like rough texture you see in my art comes from a bunch of textured brushes like old beach. I've also used stuff like Matt's 5.2 Painting brushes for procreate to add lighting sometimes, but it doesnt really matter as long as you've got some sort of grainy watercolor-ish brush. usually i stick with the three above though for main coloring :>

After I'm done adding shadows and lighting, whatever, I'll add a bunch of light yellow/orange/pink soft light overlays on top using the old beach brush as well. it helps w/ creating a really grainy feel in places that you usually don't see that, especially directly lit areas.

i also like to experiment with pattern brushes near the end so that textures look and feel different depending on what you're looking at. below is a breakdown of some stuff in my recent post:

i like to add dot patterns and color pick from surrounding colors to make strands of hair, lighting/shadow edges, and especially clothes feel more 3D. I'll usually add these to more shadowed places, and instead for places where light directly hits use hard highlights so that it gives it a glossy feel (so more texture on shadows, glossy on lit areas. i think that's why a lot of people say it looks crystallized, bc of that mix of different finishes)

i also HATE using curved lines in my art which is why most lines are pretty rigid (Very evident above). But ahaha!! when I'm adding shadows and lighting, I add these in curved or soft shaped lines, which provides a great contrast to how blocky the lineart is (see: sigma's lil nose above. the lighting is circular, although the rest of the face is pretty angular!! definitely helps with achieving texture/3D look to a piece)

sorry if this is long. every piece i do is really experimental and although i have a general process, i mostly just play around with different stuff every time :D i'm completely self taught so i can't speak on if this is "correct" or whatever, but this is just stuff i've picked up so im happy to share it!! and have fun with it!! art should be fun and satisfying fr

thanks a bunch for asking!! <3

[superblysubpar]

It Wasn't True 👀 - probably not Pastel

Ask Me About My WIPs

I see you @pastel-pillows , and I love talking about WIPs, so I'm down 💛

*sigh* I started this LAST December. Here's the banner and the first bit, cause again, the vibes just ain't vibing - this one is all about a kingish version of steve, you have some of your own demons, and both of you just wanna get out of Hawkins.

summary: It started with a can of Coke, the hood of a red BMW, and a kiss that shouldn't have happened.

the tune: cruel summer by taylor swift

How could you know the boy in the fancy house on Cornwallis was putting on a show? That he was more empty than that big house - a charade, a character, and maybe just a little worth a second thought. How could he know the girl who lived down the street wasn't satisfied with her life in Hawkins, or Indiana for that matter. 

Lilac dappled across the soft blue sky, a crescent moon peeking out already behind white puffs of clouds, like they were hand painted and then ripped apart by streaks of sherbert orange. It's beautifully reflected in the glass panes of the doors to the Fair Mart, and on any other night perhaps you would take a minute to appreciate it.

Tonight though, your fingers shake as they push open the door, and the beautiful and fleeting sunset disappears and ads for junk food fill your vision in its place. Senses immediately tune into a rumble of the oscillating fan in the corner, a flicker of a fluorescent light overhead, the squeak of your converse against tile, and the pop of pink double bubble in your peripheral.

The bored teenager flicks through her magazine and snaps her gum, droning on without looking up, "Welcome to the Fair Mart. Coke is on sale. Go nuts."

Wandering the aisles, you wonder if tonight is finally the night. The one in which you grab a map, some shitty snacks, a pair of cheap sunglasses and just drive until Hawkins is not even a blip in the map of your life.

Queen plays overhead as you pull your sweatshirt sleeve down over your palms, thundering drums and wailing guitars do nothing to ease rattled nerves as you pause in front of the cooler doors. They hum loudly, like they're working overtime, begging you to please buy the icy cold drinks they've worked tirelessly to keep fresh for you.

Something about the colors of the cans hypnotize you, the reds fade into the blues and the blues into the greens until you realize your vision is growing blurry from tears. Quick to wipe at your lash line as the bell over the door alerts you that you're no longer the only customer.

"Welcome to the Fair - Jesus Christ! Steve, what the hell-"

"I'm fine. It's fine."

Turning to see the boy quickly turn down the candy aisle, a hand yanking a bag of gummy worms, fingers finding a bottle of painkillers without looking. His Nike's squeak to a stop as he rounds the corner and sees you.

Steve Harrington does not look like the kid from school you've heard all the stories about. He's not carrying himself like the boy who's driveway fills with cars and pool with hot girls that you watch from the down the street in a dark and empty house. 

Nose swollen, jaw scraped open and purples and blues swirling around his eye so dark you understand why it's called a black eye now. His tongue sticks out and prods at a cut in the corner of his lips. His eyebrows bunch, loose strands of hair falling over a furrowed forehead as he mumbles, "Wanna take a picture or something?"

Staring, you're staring. "So-sorry," you squeak out and grab a can of something and rush to the counter. Pausing to let your fingers trail over the maps, one for New York catching on your thumb.

Someone clears their throat and you grab the map on impulse, shoving the can of soda and it on the counter. Utterly aware of Steve's towering presence behind you, you try to focus on blondie, who snaps her gum as she rings up your purchases and sighs, "Sure you don't want a second one?" Holding up the can of coke, annoyed by your presence. 

"Oh, uh, I-"

"Here," Steve holds up his own can of coke down and his other two items, throwing a crumpled bill that is way too much money for all of it on the counter. He turns on his heel and stalks out, the slap of the open sign against the glass makes you jump. He sits on the trunk of his car as you watch him with blinking eyes through the glass, the sign swaying back and forth obscuring him partially. 

The clerk snaps her gum again and scoffs, "Good luck with that."

Frowning at her, you grab your items, "Excuse me?"

She looks at Steve, then you again, smirking before blowing another bubble and popping it. 

"Your trip," nodding to the map.

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Conflict Resolution Chapter 5 || Surgeon!Strange x F!Reader

Warnings: Coarse Language, Sexual Elements, Medical elements, Arguing, Bickering Pairings: Stephen Strange x Asian!Reader (OC) Summary: Back for yet another counselling session with Dr. Sofen but it ended up in a plush fight between you and Stephen.

A/N: Hello, I am back, for real this time 😭 Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I must say I missed everyone and I missed being here. I am polishing my draft of 2319 and Thurber's Model atm. Trying to spend as much time writing so I can get back on my groove 😭I have no ownership of this story, all credits go to Kate Canterbary for her book, The Worst Guy.

My good girl always did her homework. She couldn't live in a world where she didn't comply fully and confirm to everyone that she was perfect and worthy of the little slice of space she occupied.

That good girl was shaking in her boots as you jogged up the stairs to Karla Sofen's office, right on time for this week's session. The other side of you welcomed the opportunity to show off Strange's epic inflexibility.

Karla was sure to see how that man was impossible. She'd sympathise with you. She had to.

As you exited the stairwell and approached her office, you found Strange leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on Karla's door as if he could force it open by will alone. He wore the same dark blue scrubs as last week and hadn't yet realised his forearms were too profane to flash around these halls. Unfortunate. Someone really needed to talk to him about modesty.

You stopped several feet from him and grabbed your phone. You had no intention of speaking until the session started and you'd divert yourself by any means necessary. Even when the session did get underway, you intended to let Stephen implode and prove your point.

However, "Last chance," he said.

"Excuse you?"

"Last chance, " he repeated with a scowly side-eye. "Still have that index card?"

"You had plenty of opportunities to take advantage of my index card. You chose not to and that was all your decision."

"Hmmm." He crossed his arms over his chest and went on staring at the door. Then, "Hmmm."

"What?" You snapped.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how we're going to end up with another homework assignment because we didn't complete this one."

"I completed my part of this," you argued. "You're the one who couldn't be bothered to write down five little things." He turned his head and proceeded to drag his stare from your sneakers to your (again, still, always) untamed hair.

"And you think that actually matters?"

You shoved your fists into your pockets. "You should've done your part last week. Or at any time prior to this exact moment."

"I'm ready now. Got an index card I can borrow?" Before you could tell him what you thought about lending him anything, Karla swept into the hall, all smiles and silver hair.

"Ah, my friends! You're back for another visit. Come. Inside now, inside." Stephen resumed his spot at the bookshelf and you sat on the sofa, your hands clasped in your lap. Battle stations ready.

"Don't get too comfortable," Karla called from behind her desk. "We won't be sitting today."

She hefted an old milk crate onto her desk. "Playing is much more fun. We don't play enough as grown-ups, do we? It's like we forget how to do it."

"Or, after four years of undergrad, four years of medical school, another four or so years of residency, and then a year or two of fellowship, you have a bunch of socially stunted, sleep-deprived teenagers who know how to cut people open but not how to take a day off," Stephen said. "Comes with the territory, wouldn't you agree?"

She chuckled at him. "I call it job security."

With a fond smile for each of you, Karla carried the crate to the coffee table. "As I said, we'll be playing today." She beckoned to both of you, adding, "Up. On your feet."

You stood, shrugged out of your white coat, and draped it over the arm of the sofa. When you turned back toward Stephen and Karla, you were greeted with a decidedly masculine snort. You threw what the fuck? hands at him but he shook his head with a slight laugh.

You went on glaring until he said, "It's nothing. Just"—he glanced down at your t-shirt, the one that read Running On and the chemical structure of ATP, the stuff that carried energy in cells—"nothing. Forget it."

"And forget we shall," Karla said as she plucked a squishy ball emblazoned with a pharmaceutical company's logo from the crate. "Since this is not my first visit to the circus, I am not going to ask you about the homework from our last session. We'll play our game and have fun instead. All right?"

"This is obviously a trap," Strange said. You ran your palms over your thighs, knowing he was right about that yet completely unwilling to tell him as much.

"Trap? From me? No," Karla drawled. "I'd never." She tossed the ball from hand to hand. "All I want you to do is play a game of catch but do have a care for my plants. The string of pearls needs only a slight invitation to fall apart, and while the pothos looks hardy, it offends easily."

She lobbed the ball to you. "Ainsley. Start us off. My one rule is we don't let the ball hit the floor."

"And if we do?" Strange asked.

"You won't," she said.

"If we do?" he repeated.

With a deep grin, she said, "Embrace the challenge, Stephen, even if you don't know what might come of it." It started out simple, just you and Stephen throwing pharma swag back and forth across Karla's office. But then she reached into the crate and retrieved a plush pineapple.

"Let's add this one," she said. "Stephen, you're up." He caught the pineapple after sending the ball to you. It took both of you a few tries to get the rhythm right but you got there while Karla slathered on the praise.

Stephen wanted no part of that. He narrowed his eyes or locked his jaw every time she acknowledged both of you for playing along. All of that was annoying enough but he did it while flaunting those damn arms at you too. Terribly rude of him.

Then, she said, "It's too quiet in here. Let's have a little chat."

"And there's the trap," he muttered.

"Now, Stephen," she started, clearly enjoying his misery, "where is Ainsley from?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Hell, probably."

You winged the pineapple at him hard. He had to stumble backward to catch it.

"And Ainsley," Karla said, "where is Stephen from?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say a defective condom."

The pineapple struck your shoulder and you had to flail a bit to grab it before it hit the floor. You glared at him with as much heat and violence as you could summon. He rotated the squishy ball in his palm as if he was finding the right grip just as you shot the pineapple back at him. The ball landed square on your chest.

"Lovely, lovely," Karla sang. "Stephen, what is Ainsley's favourite colour?"

"Necrotic kidney," he said, spiking the pineapple high over your head. You barely caught it, and ended up with your t-shirt half untucked.

"Ainsley, your turn—"

"Anything infected with C. diff," you replied, putting all your weight behind sending that stupid pineapple to his scowly face.

"Oh, god," he groaned, catching the toy as it bounced off him. "Not fair, Park. Intestinal bacterium is out of bounds. Don't make me think about that. I'm gonna gag."

"Next question," Karla called. "Ainsley, did Stephen have any pets as a child?"

The ball connected with your thigh as you said, "They all ran away."

Before he was prompted, Stephen said, "You're the one who can summon monsters with your screeching. It must be difficult with yetis and the Chupacabra and the Loch Ness monster showing up all the time. Do they stay for dinner?"

The pineapple hit your other leg as you scrambled to catch it and throw back the ball without either touching the floor. The ball connected low on his torso and his eyes flared as he caught hold of it. These toys were small and light but you were breathing hard and sweating from this activity, and so was Stephen.

"Let's move on to siblings," Karla said.

"You can find Strange's on a true crime podcast," you said, aiming the pineapple at his jaw.

"As victims?" he asked. "Or killers?"

The squishy ball connected with your loose bun and half your hair slipped free from the tie but there was no time to stop and fix it. "Does it matter?"

"A bit," he yelled. "Am I the murderer? Are they? Come on! Get your game right, Park. Don't fall apart on me now. If you're taking these shots, you better shoot to kill."

"Then, yeah. You're the serial killer here."

"Thank you," he shouted.

"Stephen," Karla started, "tell us about Ainsley's—"

"You mean the Children of the Corn?"

"Very inventive," you said, sending the ball to his jaw again.

"Better than a serial killer," he replied, nailing your thigh with the pineapple.

"Really, though?" You argued. "I don't see how corn-harvest murderers are any different. Do better."

With an eye roll, he turned to Karla. "Do you have anything harder?"

You took that opportunity to fire the pineapple right at his chiselled cheek. His head snapped back and the pineapple rolled under the coffee table. There was a full second where he was stunned silent.

But then he rounded on you, his signature scowl replaced with a flat, open-mouthed stare that was many, many times more dangerous than any other look he'd ever sent your way. At the exact same second, both of you dived for the crate and grabbed all the ammunition you both could carry and let loose on each other. Plush toys, bouncy balls, stress balls, tennis balls, every variety of pharma swag—it was a wild, hiccuping blur of hits and throws.

"You just don't know when to stop," Stephen shouted, an eggplant stress toy with the brand name of an erectile dysfunction drug printed on it flying from his hand.

"And you do?" You cried, throwing two miniature frisbees. "You could've stopped this shit last week but you didn't!"

"Oh, because I wouldn't fall in line with your precious little terms?" A series of three hard bouncy balls ricocheted off your thigh. They were going to leave a mark. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"I was trying to make this easier on everyone," you yelled.

"And who the fuck asked you to do that?" he countered, whipping a small cactus plush at your face. "I don't need you looking after me. If I need to staple a fucking laceration, I'll staple it—and just so you know, I'm fully aware that staples aren't right in every case. I fucking agree with you but you're too busy force-feeding me to even hear that and—"

"You're too condescending to force-feed," you said.

"You are relentless," he panted, his eyes flashing with heat and his jaw locked in the most stern, severe line.

Before you could reply, Karla placed herself in the middle of the skirmish, her hands out. "You're both relentless—or do you not notice it in yourselves the way you see it in each other? That happens more than you think. It's similar to the way our eyes can see our nose but our brain instructs us to ignore it."

She gathered the toys where they'd landed all around. "Thank god my string of pearls was spared in this skirmish. Small mercies," she said under her breath. "For your homework this week, I'd like you to think about that. Your commonalities—and why they trouble you so much." She dumped the toys into the crate as Stephen and you looked on.

Both of you were still breathing heavily, clothes dishevelled and your hair wilder than ever as you glowered at each other. You weren't going to say he'd started it—though he did—or pretend he'd been the only one to deliver snarky, juvenile comments.

But the way he'd looked at you as he'd said you were relentless, the way he'd stared you down as if he was the only one who could call the terms of this war—it made you crazy enough to want to grab that pineapple and the eggplant and pelt him with them until he begged you for mercy.

Karla glanced between you. "That will be all for today."

With that, you grabbed your white coat and bolted out of there. You didn't need to be asked twice and you didn't need another minute with that man trying to stare your skin off.

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