#I'm tired and this is spur of the moment so apologies if it's a little OOC

[crossover-enthusiast]

Probs the last lil tidbit unless you say something that reactivates my neurons

Opposite Robert gets food real

I’m totally picturing Robert asking “mister kev is my brother dead :(“ and Kevin’s like “uhm… I mean… I guess it’s… just safe to say you won’t be seeing him anymore, okay?”

Hard cut to the ending where it’s revealed rads alive HEHEH

YIPPEE ROBERT GETS A SAMMICH and gets to watch cartoons :]

Also YEAH hah-

Also I'm just seeing Kevin and Rick in the bg and-

"So he really...?"

"Yeah. Christ, I can't believe I was stupid enough to think he was our friend."

"It's not your fault! Radford's always been... grouchy, but I don't think anyone could have seen him going that far, y'know?"

"..."

*Rick looks over to Robert, then back to Kevin*

"Does he have any other family?"

"I think he has an older sister? Even if he did, I don't think I'd wanna... hand him over? What if they were like, scheming together and she tries to do the same thing?"

"Radford "works alone", remember?"

"Pff, yeah..."

[foxy-eva]

Pure Bliss

Summary: Reader has never had an orgasm until she met Spencer

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) mentions of masturbation, fingering, oral (fem receiving)

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist

From the moment you first laid eyes on Spencer, you knew that things would be different with him. He was unlike anyone you'd been with before, loving you in such an intense way it almost felt unreal. 

Never before had anyone's touch ignited such an unbearable heat inside you. You craved him more than you thought possible and couldn't wait to finally feel all of him. His lips felt so hot against your skin it made you wonder if he could burn his imprints into your body. 

The thought of carrying him with you even when you were apart threatened to let your heart jump out of your chest. 

With his bare body pressed against yours, you explored each other with curiosity and longing. Neither of you could hide the desire for one another, it was obvious how much he wanted you. How much you wanted him. 

When you felt Spencer's hand descending down your stomach, he left goosebumps on his path. Gently he pushed your legs apart to make room for his fingertips, gasping when he found you dripping with desire. 

For a moment it felt like his touch could erase any traces others had left before him, with him everything felt so new and incredibly exhilarating. His eyes were on you when he dragged his fingers through your slick folds, studying each of your reactions to his touches. It was obvious how much you enjoyed it but it still wasn't enough. It seemed like it never would be. 

Before you started to worry that his hand would get tired, you shifted your position, denying him access to your core and reaching down his body instead. With raised eyebrows he looked at you, surprised that you would deprive yourself of the sensation of pure bliss. 

He took your hand in his before it got to its destination and protested, "I wasn't done yet."

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks when you realized how determined he was to make you feel good. With gentle hands he guided your legs to open up for him once more.

"How do you like it?"

Instead of spilling the secret of how to bring you pleasure, you shrugged and muttered, "I'm not sure. Nothing has ever really worked for me."

"Then it's time we change that," he whispered before leaving a tender kiss on your lips. 

His reaction made you smile and although he would have never demanded further explanation, you still wanted to tell him, "I have managed to do it when I'm by myself a couple of times but only with a lot of effort. It hasn't happened with a partner yet though. I feel like I'm still trying to figure it out myself." 

"That's okay, we have all the time in the world."

With a clear goal in mind, he began kissing down your body until he found his home between your legs. He explored your heat with his lips and tongue, paying attention to each of your reactions until he found your sweet spot. He was eager to please you, letting his tongue glide over your little bud, content when the first moan fell from your lips. 

When he closed his mouth around you, you shied away from the sudden stimulation, everything almost becoming too much. He swung his arms around your thighs to keep you in place and became gentler with his motions, making sure he wouldn’t overwhelm you. After a few moments he figured out how to make your hips rock against his face, implicitly demanding for more. 

Spencer kept doing what you clearly enjoyed, your heaving chest and quivering thighs spurring him further on. He would have never complained but you still wanted to apologize for taking so long, worried that this couldn't have been very comfortable for him. 

But before a word made it out of your mouth, a moan escaped instead. 

Spencer had pushed two of his fingers into you, the added pressure making you feel light-headed. When he curled his digits inside you while relentlessly caressing your most sensitive spot with his mouth, your hands flew to his hair to hinder him from moving away (although he hadn’t intended to anyway).

You could have sworn that you felt him smiling against you for a second. His hair felt soft in your hands when you tugged on it, making him groan into you, creating vibrations that made you almost lose your mind. You dared to open your eyes for a moment, finding him buried between your legs, devouring you like a man starved. When he locked eyes with you, his pupils were blown wide, almost swallowing the warm honey of his irises.

"So good," you breathed before throwing your head back into the pillows. 

Even though he kept you in place with one arm wrapped around your thigh, you felt as if you might float away any second now. Your essence coated his palm and chin but neither of you cared about the mess you made. As your body began to tremble, one of your hands moved from his hair to grip the sheets instead.

Any sense of time was lost when you danced along the edge of euphoria. Just when you least expected it, your whole body tensed under his touch before relief finally washed over you. With your core pulsating around his fingers, Spencer knew you had entered a state of pure bliss at last. 

He guided you through your high with slowed down motions, only ever stopping once you began shying away from him. When you were finally able to open your eyes, you found him staring at you with a smug grin painted over his face. 

"God you look so gorgeous like this," he purred before lying down beside you to pull you into his arms. “How are you feeling?” 

“A little overwhelmed,” you confessed. “I can’t wait to do that again, though.”

“No need to wait,” he chuckled, kissing down your body once more.

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Fuck it Friday/ Inspiration Saturday!

It's a very late FIF and almost late Inspiration Saturday, but I am here with a snippet/ moodboard combo for a bit more of Frostpunk AU. I'm not super happy with this section but I've been working on writing - uh - something else today (don't judge me it was very spur of the moment) so this is as much as I could scrounge up. Tomorrow's another (and better) day!!

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Tommy and Sal also look a little worse for wear as they pull on their scouting gear and check each other over. The usual pep in their step is missing, along with the jokes that Buck’s grown to love. A tired team doesn’t bode well for a mission, especially not one like this where there are other people’s lives at stake, but as Bobby had said, it’s an urgent one and there’s no other option. A rough hand brushes over his neck, pulling the collar of his undershirt up so he’s properly covered and Buck turns to see Bobby, his face pulled in a tight smile. “You okay, kid?” Buck shrugs as he chains his crampons to the bottom of his boots. “Yeah, tired is all. That last mission took it out of me.” Bobby nods in acknowledgement, giving Buck’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “Maddie’s promised to take us off missions for the next week as an apology.” “Assuming we make it back from this one,” Buck replies stiffly, tightening the chains so the crampons won’t slip off. He’s lost too many pairs in the snow before and it’s only in the last couple of missions that Bobby hasn’t knelt at his feet and checked them himself, a faint echo of how he used to help Buck with his shoelaces when he was a young boy. Bobby chuckles and ruffles Buck’s hair. “Stop being so dramatic, we’ve survived longer missions and on much less sleep. It’ll be fine.” Tommy makes his way over to the pair, his crampons clicking against the wooden slats of the street as he walks. “What’s the plan, Cap?” he asks, leaning against the wooden crate Buck’s currently perched on. Bobby gestures to Sal and Eli, who slouch on over, and he huddles them in close, like a coach prepping his team before a match.

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[thehangeddemon]

Shards, Part II || Charleson & Leslie || July, 2023

Mason/Leslie: The wall between their minds was thin at best, but still present. Charles had been given a glimpse, but deserved peace. Just this half, this terrible half would be hidden, not his entirety. Years of open telepathy had practiced Mason's skill in dividing himself for this very reason. It was all for Charles, and it was better than barring the connection completely.

Leslie had taken to text between entertaining children and washing the piling mess in the kitchen. There was always something to do, but he was trying. Sending updates with dinner, dessert, what he was doing and what he planned to do. Little innocent details to keep Tristan in the loop, waiting for Charles to return downstairs.

Charles: For a moment, he'd carved out a sliver of peace. Nightmares still threatened at the fringes of his mind, but with the familiar heat and scent of his husband so close, Charles managed to slip into a doze.

Light though it was, his sleep was blessedly dreamless. He might have made it through the night, if the drugs he'd taken had not worn off. He shifted, and pain lanced up his side, spurring from sleep. He let out a ragged gasp and sat up.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered, fearing he might have disturbed Mason's rest.

Mason: Mason remained in a state of twilight, eyes closed, breathing deep and steady. All for one man. His chest belonged to him. His arm around his husband's shoulders, kept safe, if not for reality creeping in.

"Baby, don't do that." He pressed a kiss into his temple and sighed.

"Either I'm gettin' ya medicine or I'm findin' that witch." He was simply too tired to bother with a name.

Charles: "I just didn't mean to wake you." If he'd already done so, there was really no need to whisper. Still, he kept his voice low. The peace was fragile.

"Let's not bother Leslie." He'd done so much already, and as dearly as Charles loved him, that bone mending had been... difficult. Better to let his ribs heal the old-fashioned way.

"I'll call for Hank to bring something. Please stay." For Mason's sake, as much as his own.

Mason: Mason cracked his eyes open, breathing deep and slow but having nowhere for his disapproval to go. He didn't want to hear his husband scream again, but whatever horrors the witch gave, peace followed.

But the part of his mind open to his beloved knew that path was now closed.

"Hurry back."

Charles: He wasn't going anywhere. Not really. He shifted gingerly to the edge of the bed, masking a wince and a groan as he moved. No sense in causing undue worry. Mason hadn't slept for nearly long enough.

His mind brushed Hank's cautiously at first, but the beast of a mutant was just as on edge as everyone else he loved, it seemed. A silent request, one that was answered in the affirmative. He waited from his perch on the mattress until the soft knock sounded.

He inhaled deeply as he rose. It was the only sound he'd allow himself, even as he shuffled his way to the door. He opened it just a crack, thanking Hank in low tones before shutting it with a click.

He wanted to wash down the little white pill with a glass of scotch. But that was a terrible idea, and the thought of walking all the way to his study put it fully to rest. He swallowed it dry and eased back onto the mattress.

Mason: Mason was sitting up with his back to the headboard by the time Charles returned. Hands on his thighs, waiting patiently to invite him back to the warmth of his chest. He would lay however he was required for the telepath to rest.

Apologizing was a waste of words at this point. The obvious was there out in the open. I should have been there. I should have found you sooner. I should have done more. But logic was soap, and guilt ink on his skin.

"Want me t'lay back?"

Charles: "You're supposed to be asleep." Not a scolding. There simply wasn't enough heat behind it. He was too tired, and Mason was a beacon in the dark, despite his position.

"Please," he agreed, inching slowly and carefully toward that warmth.

Mason: Then back he would go. As flat as Charles desired. Little different than fluffing a pillow. Much as Lawrence had tended to him hours ago, his arm was open, and warm around his shoulders. Same love language, same soul.

"Leslie's lookin' for Kurt," he mumbled.

Charles: He sank against him. It was nearly as soothing as sinking into a hot bath. Only thing better would be a bath together. It was an appealing thought, but he was just so drained.

"Yeah? Does he need to go home?" It would make sense. Tristan must have been worried sick. Guilt tugged at him to consider it. He needed to find some way to thank his little rescue team, and those closest to them. Something to think about later. Too much for his head to wrap around, now.

Mason: His mouth opened, letting an exhale escape between his lips. He wanted - no, he wouldn't. Saying what he had felt would only sour the carefully constructed atmosphere.

"He's found him. Rec room." He turned his head, burying his nose in dark tresses.

"He'll be up to say goodbye in a minute."

Charles: "All right." Charles had no intention to move. His bad manners would have to be forgiven. He pressed his lips to Mason's chest.

"What is it?" Because of course he hadn't missed that. "What's on your mind? Talk to me."

Mason: "It's not for me t'say, now is it?" It wasn't his thoughts, but the very subject now making his way upstairs.

Charles: Charles would wait for Leslie's knock as well, but he'd make no effort to leave the bed, only sit up enough to look at the door.

"Come in."

Leslie: The door opened with a crack. Strawberry blond hair sticking through, a blond five o'clock shadow finally making an appearance.

"Hey."

Charles: "Hey." He managed a small smile, for Leslie's benefit. He must have been as tired as any of them. "Heading home?"

Leslie: "Yeah. Couldn't go without saying goodbye. You need anything?"

Charles: "Not at all. Thank you so much, Les. For absolutely everything. Go home and get some rest. Apologize to Tristan for me?"

Mason/Leslie: "Only one who needs to apologize is me. Don't start - "

"We're workin' on it. Go home."

At least there they could agree. With a wave of his hand, the door closed behind him with a click.

Charles: He'd had his mouth open to offer a retort when he was interrupted. He was still too tired to scold, but it was a near thing.

"Bye! I'll ring you tomorrow."

He fell back against Mason's chest with a huff and a wince. Never mind. He could scold a little bit.

"You should have let me finish. He dropped everything for us. He shouldn't feel the least bit guilty."

Mason: "Mhm." This was a non-argument simply because Mason had his eyes closed, his muscles relaxed, and his head - he was attempting to empty it. It wasn't an argument because he didn't care about the witch enough to defend him. He just wanted Charles to rest.

"Ya want Gina brought here?"

Charles: Now he definitely didn't have the energy to scold any more. He pressed his cheek to that warm chest and sighed.

"I... why? I'm not opposed, or anything. I just don't know why she'd want to be here."

Mason: "'Cause Lawr won't shut the hell up about her, n'it'll be my turn, next."

It was an uncomfortable subject to broach, be it now or next week, but Lawrence held a prediction in his grasp, and Mason had an inkling of its accuracy.

Best to know now, so Lawrence could prepare his family for visits.

Charles: That felt... unfair. Gina was a lovely woman, but she hadn't been taken. Hadn't been... still too fresh. Too much. He couldn't fathom Mason being out of reach for an hour, let alone days at a time. He could feel his pulse begin to race at the thought, ridiculous tears burning his eyes. What was wrong with him?

He shut his eyes before they could fall and took a steadying breath. "I'm... That's fine. She can come. I don't... It's fine."

Mason: That was all they needed. All Mason was willing to tolerate. He couldn't squeeze his husband as tightly as he'd prefer, but he could cradle him. For now, until he was strong enough to sleep on his chest without wincing, as he was meant to.

"It's fine. It's fine," soothed the demon.

Charles: Even with that gentle soothing, it took a while for his breathing to slow, and his heart to follow. His hands eventually stopped their trembling. He still felt like weeping, but he suppressed the urge. If he started, he didn't think he'd be able to stop. Hadn't he cried enough in the morgue?

Oh. Not the place he needed to revisit. He forced it away. Forced away everything but the steady rise and fall of his husband's chest.

"I'm sorry."

Mason: He could tell him again to stop. He didn't need an apology. He didn't want one, and Charles didn't deserve the guilt. But, there were times, he knew, when you just needed to say it. The catharsis outweighed the logic.

The record player across the room came to life. Chopin. Nocturnes. The record scratched to life. He kissed his husband's hair.

"Quiet."

Charles: There really weren't words to describe the depth of his love. It could only be felt.

The music soothed his frayed nerves. Blocked out the worst of the dark thoughts.

He did cry, then. A raw purge of everything he'd held onto since waking. His tears were blessedly silent. They might have gone unnoticed, if not for the sheer volume of them, and the way they shook his battered frame.

He wept until there was nothing left but Mason, and the gentle music. He was completely spent. He could probably sleep for three days.

[wouriqueen]

Whenever there was a fight Claudia the daughter "got in between them" to "make it right". After the assault Claudia the sister fixes up Louis and the house, makes it all a home again. She patches up holds up supports reinforces and everybody's real happy. The moment she needs something real though - information honesty apologies understanding - oh all of a sudden that's too much! Great you're hunting laughing dancing with us Louis has his family Lestat has his Louis. I love you, here's a dress, here's a piano lesson, let's catch fireflies. What? Why should we address the existential horror we locked you in out of selfishness? We won't mention you're not growing until you notice. No humans! But also no other vampires. "Which one of you is going to fuck me?!" Stay a daughter forever. Claudia shouldn't we fix the mantle? Yes it was my mess, no I didn't clean it up, why do you want me to remember it? You do the patching up, we call the shots on the moving on. Don't want anything. Don't go anywhere. You have to be useful. And not inconvenient. I love you but "do more". I love you but "I said NO." Save a shelf for you? Okay but really just a shelf. A little plank somewhere. Don't become anything that doesn't fit on there !

(I'm dead tired so I can only hope this'll make sense to me tomorrow lol but I was spurred into this rant by @captainsaltymuyfancy very correct tags on this post - I didn't know if you were okay with me reposting your tags and I didn't want to take away from OP's initial point!)

[lcnelyday]

cont. from here.

tomas wasn't drunk. that was the wild part. tomas was so often drunk, so often miserable, but lately, he had stopped. not entirely, but there was something about the little moments he got to steal away with henry, when they were curled up in his bed, after sex, tomas allowed to hold the other professor in his arms. those were the moments he wanted more than anything, and he couldn't enjoy them if he was drinking. it was a break, a pause, a stop that would resume the moment henry decided he was done playing with tomas. the second he wanted a divorce, wanted to end the strange accidental marriage. the moment he was tired of tomas and pushed him away. somehow, he had found himself walking past henry's stoop, even when they didn't have plans. just to know they were close enough to run into each other, without actually trying to run into each other.

his phone buzzed in his pocket and it actually scared tomas. he glanced down at the name, henry and his eyes immediately lifted to search the windows, find henry's disappointed expression, but he never did.

"henry—" he was cut off immediately. "i'm sorry, i'll be a better husband, you just—you surprised me." tomas chuckled, trying to keep his voice lower, since it echoed off the building around the empty street. "you wanted to hear my voice?" he asked, a stupid, goofy grin on his lips. he wandered over to the stairs and sat down, leaning against the railing as he listened to henry. "wait—you used to dream about me, henry? and excuse you, you're the one who answered the door in that little robe of yours. if i recall, i wanted to come and apologize, it was you that spurred the confession of feelings in me. how was i to resist?" he asked with a small laugh. "wait—is it insane if i tell you i am on your doorstop already?"

[your-good-pal-chevy]

Swordtember : 22 : Abomination

The glass hung in the air for a moment, glittering in the morning sun. Time seemed to slow down for Adad as he flew backward through the glass window of the student union, and he knew he would have to do some apologizing to the academy for this fight later.

Tumbling through the air, Adad tucked into a roll and sprang back up to his feet just in time. Hell-Engine 7 charged through after him, fire and smoke billowing like pennants from his open maw.

Hell-Engine 7 swung the huge blade of his arm at Adad, who deftly parried the blow to one side. The machine demon's arm tore a cleft into the ground, kicking up dirt and clods of grass all over.

In the moment between blows, Adad considered his options. Hell-Engine 7, spurred on by his creator, was reveling in the opportunity to fight Adad. Appealing to his better nature, what little better nature he had, would likely get Adad nowhere. He would have to be taken down.

Adad sprang forward, swinging one gauntlet in a brutal haymaker. His steel-clad fist connected hard with Hell-Engine 7's jaw, sparks and fangs sent flying from the force of the blow. Not wanting to give the abomination even a moment to recover, he followed it up with several rapid punches to 7's chest. Blow after blow pummeled into the corded muscle of the Hell-Engine's midsection, each blow hammering a dent into the metal.

The Hell-Engine wasn't interested in taking a beating lying down. With a roar, more hellish flames issued forth from every joint and orifice on the machine's body. Adad was forced back, giving 7 the space he needed to swing his massive sword again.

Adad caught the brunt of the blow on his gauntlets. There was a mighty groan of steel bending steel as the blade connected with his raised arms, and Adad was flung backward once more.

"God- I'm getting- Tired of this- Ashley!" Adad did his best to point angrily in the direction of the Hell-Engine's creator as he skipped backward along the ground. Rolling to a rest, he paused for a moment on the ground to catch his breath.

The Hell-Engine's footsteps thundered closer and closer. Adad didn't have time to breathe, it seemed.

Hell-Engine 7 let his great sword of bone drag behind him, tearing up the landscaping even further. His other hand flexed and twisted, long bladed claws growing from his fingers. They burned bright, the white-hot metal seeming to steam in the morning air.

Adad rose to his feet, taking up a proper stance of Yisra Kol. He held his scarred gauntlets in front of himself, palms open and facing toward the Hell-Engine. He steadied his breathing, focusing on the flow of vitality throughout his body. Scarlet energy swirled around him, his own soul's power hanging like a mist in the air.

The Hell-Engine could sense the nature of Adad's power and, as it always did, it roared in sheer hatred. Adad's energy was a perfect opposite to his own demonic power. He could not resist the urge to charge.

Adad was ready. As Hell-Engine 7 flung himself toward Adad, the pugilist met his charge head on. He stepped forward, his hands slipping past the blades and spikes that covered the Hell-Engine. Adad winced from the heat, but he took a firm grip on the Hell-Engine's arm and waist, turning with the charge and throwing him bodily to the ground.

Hell-Engine 7, stunned from the impact, was helpless for just a moment. A moment was all Adad needed.

He brought his fist down hard, pounding a dent into the Hell-Engine's faceplate and burying its skull in the dirt. He grabbed the Hell-Engine's sword-arm with both hands and planted a foot on its chest, calling upon his great strength to rip the arm from his socket. There was the shriek of rending metal, a spray of blood and oil, and the arm came free.

With one final roar, Adad twisted the sword around and plunged it clean through Hell-Engine 7's abdomen.

All was quiet, and the dust began to settle. For just a moment, all was still.

"So," came the weak growl of 7's voice, "We'll call it a draw?"

"You're down an arm and both legs," Adad said, leaning on the sword-arm still embedded in 7's midsection.

"I've still got my legs," the Hell-Engine said, "They're still attached."

"Sword through your spine. No way you're standing on those things."

"Fuck you."

Adad chuckled weakly, the exertion catching up to him.

"Hey Ashley," he called out, "Come collect your scrap heap before he tries to fight me in this state."

Hell-Engine 7 raised his remaining claw. "I'm still armed, I can still take you."

Ashley approached, pushing Hell-Engine 7's arm back down. "Don't pick fights you can't win, 7. No need to make the repair job even harder."

Ashley sighed heavily, defeated. It seemed to Adad that his victory had taken the wind from her sails.

"Really thought we had you this time," she said, "I'm going to have to do something about those martial arts of yours."

Adad patted her head. "I'll forward you the bill for my gauntlets."

With that, he turned and limped back to the student union, suddenly starving.

[fanmoose12]

pretty please... if you could so kindly write using that prompt u reblogged about levi and hange sharing his horse on their ride back to let her rest bc of the blood loss and injuries 🥺 whenever u feel like it! sorry, i'm a sucker for whump and hurt/comfort ficlets aaaa 😭

The sun was already rising, the danger growing in size along with the red circle on the horizon. The Titans might appear soon, and they were still a significant distance from safety of the Walls. If they did not want to engage in battle, they needed to spur their horses, or take refuge elsewhere.

They rode out of Shiganshina too late, the stars were already out when they finished their inspection of Yeager's basement. Perhaps, it was unwise to travel after sunset, knowing they wouldn't make it home in time. But no one wished to stay another second in Shiganshina, a place that was now haunted not by one, but two great tragedies. Levi couldn't even think of that little town without shuddering. The field littered with dead bodies, the buildings blown away by the explosion that took so many lives with it... Levi had seen his fair share of nightmarish events, but what happened at Shiganshina would surely haunt him for years to come.

He understood the urge to leave it behind in quickest manner, and, personally, Levi would prefer to quicken their pace even further, so they could reach safe lands as swiftly as was possible. But the horses were already tired from the lengthy travel, and they had a couple of injured among their ranks. Besides... he didn't have the power to decide.

The one who now was wielding that same power was sitting behind him, with arms tightly wrapped his middle torso. Her eyes were closed, her face pressed into the fabric of his cloak, but Levi knew she wasn't asleep. She didn't sleep at all throughout the night. Levi wondered when would Hange be able to sleep peacefully. After everything that had happened, after the responsibility Levi had placed upon her, he couldn't help but wonder if she could ever sleep peacefully.

These thoughts were troubling, but, then again, what wasn't troubling in their changing times?

Levi put the reins in his one hand, his another moving to rest on top of Hange's.

"Hey," he murmured in his softest voice. "Hange, we-"

"I know," the gruff way in which she was speaking was certainly alarming. There were but a handful of times, when Levi heard that tone of hers. It wasn't simple exhaustion - Hange was drained, weary to the bone. And her voice, it was laced with a helpless resignation so stark Levi had to suppress a shudder.

The times were changing. And it seemed like they were changing along with them.

"We're still too far from the Walls," Hange continued. "We need to make a detour, head to the forest."

That was a sound solution, one Levi was leaning towards as well. It was decided then, the only thing left was-

To give command.

Levi kept his eyes focused on the horizon, as he awaited to hear Hange's voice.

But instead of a shouted command, he heard a quiet, broken sound, something in between a bitter chuckle and a choking sob.

"Sorry," for a second Hange's hold on his cloak tightened. Levi lamented that it was the only way he could comfort her right now. He wasn't the one for affection and displays of love, but in that moment, he desperately wished to hug Hange, to hide her in his arms, protect from the cruel world around. He could do nothing, though, but continue to move forward. That was the only thing they were ever allowed to do. "I forgot I'm the one who has to do it now. I'm so used to Erwin doing that."

Before Levi could find his words, before he could get his voice to cooperate and stop shaking, Hange straightened on the horse.

She cleared her throat and, raising up her arm, yelled out, "Soldiers, turn to the left! We're heading to the Forest of Giant Trees!"

Hange waited for everyone to follow the command, then slumped back down, her face returning to the place in the crook of his neck.

"How did I do? I was so afraid my voice would get lost in the wind. I don't have the voice for this sort of job, I think."

"You did great," Levi assured, squeezing her hand slightly. His horse didn't seem to mind that he was steering it with just one hand. Besides, Hange needed his comfort a lot more. After everything that had happened, Levi needed Hange's comfort a lot more.

"How is your eye?"

"Awful," Hange answered. "It hurts like a bitch, but... not as much as everything else hurts."

"Hange," his vision swayed a little, the edges swimming. Levi tried to blame the rising sun for it. "Hange, listen, I'm so-"

"Shut up. I don't understand your reasons, that is true, but you did what you had to. Don't you even dare apologizing for it. I should be thanking you actually. If you haven't made it through... I don't know what I would have done without you, Levi."

"I thought I lost you," he confessed, his voice shaking at the last word. "When we saw that damn explosion, I thought you were its victim."

The memory alone was breaking him, and if Hange hadn't showed up on that roof... He pressed his hand to Hange's, interlacing their fingers.

"So thank you, Hange. For staying."

"We're the only ones that left," she muttered, voice muffled by his cloak.

It was crazy to think about it. It was hard to accept that everyone - Hange's and his squad, Nanaba, Mike, Moblit, Erwin - were no longer with them. It was a miracle that they were still together, a miracle that Levi had to thank Moblit for. The dedicated, loyal Moblit, he died as he had lived - caring for his Squad Leader. Levi could never thank him enough for this.

"We have to stick together," he agreed. "We have to... take care of each other. We'll make it through, Hange, I promise you."

"Of course," Hange's voice lost some of its heavy weight, the life returning to it. Without even looking at her, Levi knew that her lips were already curled up in a smile. A tight knot inside him started to loosen up. "Let's just stay together, and we'll be able to conquer any foe."

Just as the rising sun, the hope inside Levi was turning just as bright. Hange was right - while they were together, everything was possible.

[mypimpademia]

Worth It.

Shinso x reader

TW: Swearing, reader steals a man, pure bad bitchery

Note: this concept has been in my head for literal MONTHS and now I'm finally writing it bc i had no idea how to before (i still dont know how to write it as I'm writing this, I'm bouta wing it like a mf)

I made Intelli the mean girl for this fic bc she a bitch fr

A college AU but its hardly relevant + a lil smau

Towards the end of writing this, I started hating it. I'm so sorry😭

I recommend this song too bc this is where the idea for this fic came from:

This was getting annoying to watch.

How long was Hitoshi planning to stay miserable with that girl?

Intelli and Hitoshi have been dating for awhile now. You had honestly never liked her, but you just barely tolerated her for Hitoshi. But only a few weeks into their relationship, things went to shit.

Intelli became overly controlling over him, and even tried to force him to stop being friends with you, and some other people. You, being his best friend, told him to break up with her.

Of course, Hitoshi agreed that it'd be best to do that. But not even a few hours after talking to him about it, he came back to say it didn't go as planned.

Intelli was holding blackmail over Hitoshi's head, and posed a huge threat to his dreams of becoming a hero. Most of what she said she'd expose was no where near true, but with her intellect she could easily make people believe it.

But frankly, as their relationship went on, the sight of even a strand of her hair made you want to either puke or fight her.

"Toshi~" Intelli cooed, coming up behind Hitoshi and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hitoshi visibly cringed, but tried to hide it as best as he could.

"Hey, babe." He boredly muttered, doing a terrible job at faking any enthusiasm.

Unlike your best friend, you made no effort to hide the disgust you held for her sheer presence.

"Y/n..." Intelli muttered, her tone dripping with distaste for you, making you scoff. "Mind if I steal Toshi for a bit? No? Thanks-" She attempted to drag Hitoshi away by the arm, but you placed a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I do mind actually, we were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted." You told her. She chuckled, before tugging on Hitoshi's arm more.

"Yes, but he's my boyfriend-" She attempted to give reason for her to take him away, before even Hitoshi stopped her.

"I've got a project I need Y/n to help me on, I can stop by your dorm later though?" Hitoshi suggested, lying through his teeth.

Intelli's eyebrow twitched, but she gave in, letting go of his arm. "Bye, Toshi." She said, kissing Hitoshi's cheek and looking you up and down, before walking off.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if she's just plain a bitch or if she's secretly a dumbass." You sighed. "Maybe she's a little bit of both..." Hitoshi chuckled, making you laugh with him.

"You really need to find someone new." You told him, shaking your head. "I know, but I'd rather not chance losing my dream career." He groaned.

"True... Whats your type anyways? I know its not Intell anymore, she's probably traumatized you." You giggled.

"She did, but I think my type is someone who can really understands me, and someone I can have fun with." Hitoshi said.

"Like a best friend?" You questioned him. "Yeah, exactly like a best friend. That'd be my perfect version of a s/o." He replied, expression growing soft.

Since Intelli and Hitoshi's relationship had gone down hill, you've been there for him more than ever. It eventually lead to this unspoken romance that constantly roamed between the two of you.

But because of Intelli, neither of you pursued it, for the wellbeing of Hitoshi.

"Well, if I were you, I'd find someone and just make sure the bitch doesn't find out." You told him. But if you were being honest, it was more like a suggestion, because he really did need, and deserve someone other than Intelli.

"Like cheating?" He gawked. You were both thinking the same thing— Intelli would likely find out. But it was better than simply being stuck with her, so you nodded.

"Well, I'd at least make sure the other person knows. But it'd be worth it."

'I'm worth it.' You thought.

You sighed, looking down at your phone, the time on your phone displayed.

"Shit, I've gotta get to class, we've got a guest lecturing us and my professor will tear me a new one if I miss it." You told him, stuffing your phone into your pocket.

"See you later?" Hitoshi asked you.

You were about to say something about how he told Intelli they'd hang out later, but decided against it.

"Yeah."

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You sighed, feeling your tired feet throb as you walked down the hall to Hitoshi's dorm. Taking one of your backpack straps off your shoulder, you began rummaging around the pocket where you usually kept the spare key to Hitoshi's dorm.

You blinked, as you weren't able to find the key in the small pocket. You began searching your entire bag in the middle of the hallway, taking nearly everything out.

"Shit." You mumbled, thinking you had lost it.

Then you remembered, 'Thats right, I was in a rush this morning. Its on my desk.' You thought to yourself.

Like hell you were going all the way back there though.

You placed your items back into their bags, then pulled out your phone to text Hitoshi.

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited for the door to be opened.

A moment later, you heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

Hitoshi looked you up and down before smiling. Then looked both ways of the hall, before tugging you into the room and shutting the door.

"Why are you treating me like a side piece or something?" You questioned him.

He hummed in confusion as he locked the door.

"Does it feel like that? Sorry." He apologized. "What did she do this time?" You asked, referring to Intelli, as she wash the only person the put Hitoshi this on edge.

"She said if we were doing anything other than a project we'd break up, and you know what that means." He told you, shaking his head.

You hummed, and pulled out your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"You'll see." You blunty told him.

You sent your message, and tossed your phone onto his bed.

You grabbed onto Hitoshi's collar, tugging him towards you so he was looking you in the eyes, making his breath hitch as his face tinted red.

"You're crazy if you think I'd get you snitched on." You playfully consoled.

"What did you do?" He questioned again, watching you flop down on his bed as you kicked off your shoes.

"I texted Monoma and Momo to post about a project on private snap that only has Intelli on it so that it'll be more believable." You told him.

Hitoshis eyes went wide, as he mentally questioned how you came up with that so fast.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit with you.

He sat down, shaking his head and laughing.

You and Hitoshi talked for hours and hours, but it each flew by. When you finally checked the time, you barely had enough time left before dorm visiting hours were over.

"What? Already?" Hitoshi gaped, as he watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He groaned, clearly not wanting you to leave, but sat up anyways so he could come see you out.

Hitoshi unlocked the door for you, but upon opening the door, you were both met with an unwanted sight.

"Hey Toshi!" Intelli greeted, completely passing over you even though she saw you.

"H-hey, Intelli." Hitoshi spurred, trying to keep composure.

"I came to help on the project. Even Momo was complaining, so I thought you could use some help." She offered, clearly not convinced that there was actually a project.

But like you said, you weren't going to let him get caught.

"No, we finished it." You told her bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.

But clearly, Intelli didn't plan on letting up either.

"Well then, I could proof read the written portion." She insisted, taking a step towards you.

"We already did that already."

"Well I'm sure there are some mistakes."

"We triple checked."

Hitoshi looked back and forth between the two of you, silently preparing himself to break up a fight.

"You must not get what I mean—" Intelli straightened her posture more than it already was, and leaned towards you. "There's probably mistakes because it was you helping him." She mocked.

Hitoshi already had a hand reaching for your waist, ready to pull you back in a situation where you lunge at Intelli.

"You wanna talk about mistakes? How about we start with you, bit-" Before you could take a single step towards her, you were being pulled back by your waist.

"Watch your dog, Hitoshi." Intelli retorted.

Damn, was she lucky Hitoshi could hold you back.

"At least I bite, unlike some people." You shot back. She narrowed her eyes, leaning towards you again.

"Y'know Y/n, you're not as good as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks you're so great, and nice, but I know how you really are." She said.

"You only think that because everyone's not you. Its no goddamn wonder your blackmail folder is thicker than you." You hissed.

Intelli, clearly flustered that you even knew about her blackmail folder, stood straight again. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat slightly.

"You think youre so much better than me. A better person, a better best friend, you probably think you'd make a better girlfriend too, right?" She asked you.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" You chuckled.

You felt Hitoshi's grip on your waist loosen. Either he was getting just as angry and was going to let you fight her, or he thought it the tension was thawing.

"Alright, since you're so much better than me, show me." Intelli insisted.

You smirked. "Alright, you asked for it."

Slipping out of Hitoshi's grip, you turned to face him.

His brows raised in surprise and confusion. And next thing he knew, you had him by the collar for the second time today.

But this time, your lips were pressed against his.

It took him a moment to process, but soon, he melted into it. Moving in sync with you, he placed his hands back on your waist.

As much as you wanted to continue, you still had to tell that bitch off.

Pulling away from Hitoshi, wiping away the string of saliva that connected your mouths, you turned back to Intelli.

You walked straight up to her, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Toshi doesn't react like that when you kiss him, does he?" You hummed, hearing Intelli audibly gulp.

"Like you said, I'm a better person, a better best friend, and a better girlfriend." You repeated her words from earlier.

"I wouldn't lie to him, expose him, whether what he did was true or false, and i wouldn't hold him back from doing what he wants." You taunted.

"And the thing is—" You leaned in, next to her ear.

"I dont think it, I know it."

"I'm perfect for him." You whispered to her.

Intelli nearly toppled over in defeat, leaning against the nearest wall to support her body.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow, Toshi." You mused, before walking away.

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The next day, you met up with Hitoshi in your free time like usual.

You were aimlessly walking around campus, talking about random topics, laughing as you watched random people do stupid things, and just having fun.

Except now, you were hand in hand, and the air around the two of you seemed lighter. And the look of adoration you and Hitoshi shared was more evident.

But in the middle of it, of course, something had to happen.

Intelli had stopped you both in your tracks, her brainless groupies behind her.

"Did you know everyone is talking about you, Hitoshi? And with all the things they're saying... you might not be able to recover from it." She said snarkily.

"Not too worried about it actually." Hitoshi admitted, a slightly bored tone to his voice.

"Tch, well you should be. So tell me, was she worth it, Hitoshi?" She inclined.

Hitoshi looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah."

[blcrazed]

Chapter 65: This is Heena noona's world, and we're just living in it

This chapter was also pain, so we're starting off 2021 beautifully already _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

I was really excited for Mr. Kim to go look for more info on what happened, and he eventually gave up. I was disheartened by that fact but then realized their reasonings are so valid, and realistic. Like in life, most people do want to be good and they do want to help people. But then there are forces stronger, more powerful than them that prevent them from doing good, out of fear, out of self-preservation. And that's a sad reality but it's... well, real. So I completely understand why they couldn't help Nakyum more, as they had no powers and could very well be harmed or even die under Seungho's hands if they spoke up.

Now this. This hurts.

In chapter 46, Nakyum still has his innocence. Despite terrible things had happened to him before, he was still optimistic and pure, childlike as he built this tiny snowman that resembled him. And now that snowman is just a mishapened lump on the ground. One of its arms missing, like one of his wrists were broken. His spirit and his positivity were crushed and swept off.

But it has not disappeared. It is still there.

I'm holding out hope that with enough time and love and healing, Nakyum will be able to rebuild his "snowman".

Especially with how we saw a glimpse of the defiant Nakyum we knew in the first season.

The one who gritted and yelled at Seungho how he hated him so much he could die, who slapped Seungho's hand away, who reached for his belonging and knocked a noble's hat over.

And according to Heena noona:

...one who also despised nobles and wasn't afraid to voice it to people around him. He might have seen a lot of sketchy, scummy nobles in his childhood who treated his sisters shittily, and he might have wanted to stand up for them and fight back. He seems to have such a strong spirit, but was advised otherwise lest they got in trouble with the authority.

That defiant young man's still in there, just a little scared and traumatized to come out properly. It's heartwarming that what spurred this glimpse of the old him to resurface is his protectiveness of his sister, I'd imagine this feeling is something familiar from his childhood. He has a big heart and a strong soul, and they need not to be damaged in order to thrive.

Noona has been here 1.2 episodes and she's already the best character. Social etiquette? She don't know her. Respect for nobles? 'Bah!', she spits on it as she wears her "Eat the rich" croptop under her dress. We stan a queen who kicks down patriarchy's door and yells at its face.

Anyway, Seungho doesn't get told off very often so I'm cherishing this moment while it lasts.

Motherfucker looks so tired, it's been like two days since his fever also, may I remind you. I hope she's giving you migraine, you sonofabitch.

That wrist is never gonna be able to heal huh? I wince just thinking about the tension that band has on his broken wirst. Urgh.

He's definitely having a panic attack here as he's reminded of his kidnapping. Goddammit, Seungho.

If I was a witch, I'd put a curse on Seungho to have a goddamn migraine all day everyday. The only way to break the curse is to crawl on his knees before Nakyum and goddamn apologize for everything. Everything. And mean it.

Also, one interesting thing to note when Seungho was threatening to kill noona. He admitted he wanted to kill her, and then also admitted he wouldn't do it for Nakyum's sakes. Restrain himself "A hundred times over"??? I'm really surprised he was willing to admit that verbally, to Nakyum. W-Why? I'd think he's be closed off and would hold his threat to harm his sister over Nakyum's head to keep him in check. But no. He admitted that he cared about him way too much to do that. Are these words going through to Nakyum? Or is he too freaked out right now to fully absorb it?

.... Hả?

I am really reeling from this one line, what the hell...

[call-me-doll-face]

A/N: so this is totally unedited and a spur of the moment thing, I apologize 🤣 A magnificent woman on tiktok inspired this, and I couldn't get it out of my head. If I have to suffer than so do you! Love you all 😘😘

The little Cafe is extra crowded today, much to my dismay. I don't usually like to leave the house with little Archie on days like this. It does nothing but make me anxious.

However he had begged and bleaded all morning to come to Behind The Times and get his favorite hot chocolate and a fresh white chocolate Carmel scone. I'd gotten so tired of listening to him that I'd finally given in and after shoes and coats were thrown on we were on our way.

Now, standing here in line, people jarring against me every couple seconds, I'm fully regretting negotiating with a terrorist. In case you aren't catching my drift, the terrorist is Archie.

As If knowing what I was thinking, and wanting to make my life even more of a mad house, he dashes off towards the glass case full of pastries and cakes.

"You stop what you're doing right now and turn around!" I snap, pulling out my 'no nonsense' mom voice.

To my complete and utter shock I notice the man a couple feet away stiffen slightly and hold his hands up before slowly turning to face me with wide eyes.

My God, what a man he was too. Shaggy brown hair falls over the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. Full pink lips part slightly with a gasp and the dark stubble covering his cheeks and chin looks like it'd feel like heaven between my legs.

It's shocking to me that such a big man, much much bigger than me, reacted quite the way he did to my voice. I can't lie and say it didn't send a shiver down my spine.

"Not you. Him." My lips turn up into a little smile as I nod my head in Archie's direction, and the man follows my line of sight to the boy who is now pressing his face against the glass, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

I hear a whir which draws my attention back to this God of a man and for the first time during the whole ordeal I notice the metal arm as his fingers slowly clench into a fist and he finally lowers his arms.

"Clarke!" The batista shouts our name for our order, but I can't tear my eyes away from this wonderful specimen in front of me, knowing Archie will get his treats and be back by my side within the next few seconds.

"You're such a good boy... trained so well." I praise softly, and to my utter delight a dark blush settles over the mans cheeks.

With one last smile I turn, me and Archie leaving the building. One last look over my shoulder shows the man still watching me walk away, and leaves me to wonder if I'll ever see him again.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31

First time reader click here

it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.

A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.

Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.

Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.

What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.

Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.

Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.

Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.

Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.

The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.

"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.

"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.

"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."

The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.

I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.

All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.

"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.

It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.

The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.

I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.

Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.

Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.

I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.

I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.

And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.

Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.

I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.

"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.

"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.

"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.

Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.

Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.

"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.

Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.

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Any way you could turn that popcorn comic into a story? -pineapple (no pressure I'm just curious)

Speedrun because I have school soon BUTNevermind have to go to school ajdfbvhdsbjsd y’all won’t see this for a whileAlright back now time to finish (...none of these notes will make sense to y’all since no timestamps on them but shhhhhh they’re in chrono order don’t worry)

Inspired by this

-Roman and Deceit go to that movie theater a LOT-They both love having movie dates (Roman thinks they can be both very romantic or very goofy; they have flexibility; Deceit likes the Sins He Can Commit In The Dark which are mostly just kissing Roman til he’s red as a tomato; they both like the show they get with it all)-But there’s only one movie theater that’s close to them, and that’s the one Virgil works as-Virgil is sarcastic all the time towards them, mostly because he and Deceit were ~rivals~ in high school and he knows he (nor his boyfriend) wouldn’t report him to his manager for just acting like he always has-And when he’s on shift (which he is a lot- he needs the money) he always makes sure to be the one helping them-Roman’s frustrated that all his cutesy couple moments are being Ruined by Virgil but he will NEVER stop saying cheesy stuff because he refuses to be beaten by an angsty popcorn butter-er-Deceit’s just amused by the whole thing, since his and Virgil’s rivalry always has been and likely always will be some petty little thing that doesn’t actually matter that much, so he’s never really insulted by any of it-(Which is good, because if he was, Roman has promised multiple times he’d threaten Virgil with his sword. Deceit doubted Virgil would care, but Roman might drop it and cut someone’s toe)-This whole thing goes on a while-As in roceit visits the movies at least once a week (they are ADDICTED to cinema) and at least once a week Virgil ‘helps’ them with a side of extra salt-They’ve come when Virgil’s not really been on his game, though

-Sometimes it’ll be late and it’s clear he hasn’t slept in too long as he mumbles his way through their transaction-Sometimes he’ll be too busy glaring at another employee to be witty, and they know he must have just gotten chewed out for a stupid reason-Sometimes he’ll just… look at them, with some odd look in his eyes, before he checks them out as quickly as possible and with as few words as possible-Roman and Deceit notice-They’re not sure, exactly, when they decided they needed to help protect the emo who always made fun of them, but they have and they will-They’ll make the employee who was a jerk to Virgil enjoy an absolutely horrible transaction-Or they’ll just awkwardly tell Virgil he’s doing good before they go to their movie-When he’s tired, they remind him to go home soon, to rest-More than a few times they’ve driven him home after their movie when it’s clear he shouldn’t be trusted behind a wheel-And for his off days, they just make sure to slip him a bigger tip, since they know he needs the money-They don’t have too many breaks in their ‘rivalry’ but they do have some, and those moments are their breaks-One day, they come to the movies like usual, noting that Virgil seems happier than usual. they don’t ask after this, but they’re both (not-so-) secretly happy to see him happy-After he’s helped them, though, he tells them the cause: he’s got a new job, and given two weeks notice. it’s better paying, more within his interests-Deceit and Roman accept the news outwardly excitedly, inner-wardly excited... and upset-They had gotten used to seeing Virgil at the movies, after all, and their back-and-forth had become very familiar. they were both loathe to lose it, but this was better for Virgil! and though they’d never say it to the soon-to-be-ex-movie theater employee’s face, they wanted him to have only the best-They did start going to the movies more in those two weeks, though, trying to enjoy the last of all of this-And by ‘more’ I mean they went to multiple movies every. single. day. because they did still have work, this meant a lot of real late and early movies, but they made it work-The only thing was this: if they walked in and saw Virgil wasn’t behind the counter? they’d leave and come for the next showing they wanted to see-They were coming here for a REASON after all-Virgil seemed amused by the attention + extra final chances to roast poor Deceit, so he never mentioned it-Now, all of this? It was leading up to something... a plan.-Because Deceit and Roman had seen a lot of Virgil, had gotten used to his snark and his sarcastic tone and his smirks and frowns and deadpan expressions, had gotten used to his sense of humor and interests, had gotten used to him-And as that deadline approached for their time with him to be cut short, the both of them were realizing very quickly they didn’t want to lose him-So they had a plan-They came in for their final movie on Virgil’s final day-You could tell it was his last day- he wasn’t in uniform, he looked more carefree than ever, and when they ordered he didn’t even ring them up; just handed over the drinks and grub, free of charge-‘what’re they gonna do, fire me?’ Virgil had asked with a grin when Roman looked at him in shock-‘happy to be almost gone, I can tell’ Roman commented idly-‘there’s only so much fake butter a man can smell before he goes mad’ Virgil joked back. ‘besides, it’s even better knowing I’ll never have to see your boyfriend’s ugly mug ever again’-‘yeah well have you- uh’ Roman stopped, looked at Deceit, looked back at an unimpressed Virgil, continued, ‘y’know, boyfriend- your- I mean-’ another pause, dramatic hand motion, slamming his hands into the counter, ‘our!’-Virgil didn’t respond aside from looking at Deceit in confusion-‘mind my boyfriend... for such a romantic he’s not great at pick-up lines...’ Deceit said, only making Virgil look more confused until he added, ‘though he could be our boyfriend’-Virgil blinked at him. once. twice. looked at Roman. blinked again.-‘what?’ he asked, finally, sounding torn between extremely bewildered and almost hopeful-‘we’re trying to ask you out.’ Deceit clarified. ‘as you can tell, we’re amazing at it.’-‘...you’re gonna have to say that again, because it’s still not making sense-’-‘we want to DATE you, emo daydream!’ Roman finally said, cheeks immediately blushing a dark red even as he stared Virgil right in the eyes-Virgil froze up at that, both the confusion and hope in his expression increasing. ‘I- wha- why?’-‘because you’re pretty, and cute, and funny albeit snarky, and because of that me and Roman can to the shared conclusion that we don’t want all of that to walk out of our life just because you got a new job’-Virgil didn’t respond to that for a minute, instead just looking down at the counter, clearly lost in thought-finally he says, slowly, awkwardly, ‘...that might be... nice. you guys are... also nice’-‘I’m pretty sure that means ‘I love you’ in awkward introvert language’-Deceit lightly elbowed Roman, though considering Roman was leaning against Deceit’s side + holding his arm as he stared stupidly adoringly at Virgil, it wasn’t very effective. ‘you’re going to scare him off’-‘no, no, I don’t mean it scathingly. I think it’s... cute.’-Virgil who up until now had been doing pretty well at being more shocked than flustered, was beginning to lose that battle. ‘shut up, princey’-Roman puckered his lips. ‘make me?’-Deceit gently shoved Roman away from the counter. ‘I’d apologize for his antics, but you’re well-versed in them’-‘that I am’-Deceit smiled and handed Virgil a card with both his and Roman’s numbers on it. ‘call us so we can set up a date, yeah?’-‘uh... yeah’ Virgil said, cheeks flushing a shade darker just at the thought of a date.-Deceit nodded, still smiling as he collected the food (passing drinks to Roman), the two of them heading off-‘wait!’-Roman and Deceit turned back towards Virgil-Virgil didn’t say anything at first, the ‘wait’ clearly having been spur of the moment. finally, he lifted the card, almost pointlessly, and said lamely, ‘enjoy your movie’-Roman and Deceit smiled back at him. ‘we will’ they promised, before heading to their film-They didn’t uphold that promise, considering they didn’t pay any attention to the movie at all-But given they were instead more occupied with thinking (and talking) about their new boyfriend, they were fairly certain Virgil would forgive them

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•1/3• hi,can I have a matchup for HQ!!,BNHA & MM?I'm heterosexual girl, libra and INFJ.I have dark brown eyes & mid-back long straight hair & a long fringe that covers my left eye.I'm really open-minded allowing me to have really wide variety of hobbies! From arts like drawing/singing to researching about anatomy(humans & animals)! One thing I'm known for by my family and friends is that I'm a huge nature and animal lover! Whether they're fluffY or scaly or "creepy", I really love them all!

•2/3•For teamwork/academics,I am seen as reliable, dexterous and a fast learner.However,due to my open-mindedness,I may be indecisive to others.I am also ambiverted;I need equal amount of alone time and hang outs/have periods of spontaneous impulses to take up a new hobby/being adventurous and sudden periods of quiet chilling.I'm actually rather insecure which causes me to overwork or stress but not many notice it unless they're really close to me.I would like to know some dating headcanons!!TY!

{HiHi, I only received part 1 and part 3? But I could still match you up, so it’s all good! Hope you like the match! Thanks for requesting!!~} 

Your Haikyuu!! Match: Nishinoya Yuu!

Noya happens to share a class with you, and since your deskis beside his, you two often share your lunch time together with Tanaka. Hereally likes that you always seem to have some new hobby or like when you cometo school. He always like to talk to you and enjoys your company. He’s good atguessing when you’re stressing out, and he gives the best advice. At first youwere worried that you were bugging him all the time with your stressing, ortalking about your interests, but all of that went away when he confessed hislove for you. He came up to you confidently and expressed how he loves when youtell him your worries and share with him your ever-changing interests.

*His favorite type of date is the ones that are spur of themoment, he’ll just take your hand and walk, sometimes through a park, sometimesa mall. When he found out about your love for animals, he took you to a pettingzoo one weekend, and another time, he took you to the regular zoo

*He understands when you say you need some space, so he justtexts, and if you want to respond you will. He can also sit quietly next toyou, enjoying the silence and watching you draw. He doesn’t want you to feellike you have to be a different person around him

*He reassures you every day that you are the one for him,saying things like ‘See? This is why you are perfect!’ or ‘You are so cute!’,he also likes to critique your art (not in a mean way, just a way that willhelp you to get better)

*He likes to hold hands and kiss in public, but is good at reading your attitude so he won’t make you uncomfortable, and he knows when it is not appropriate to kiss or hug

 Your BNHA Match: Mezou Shouji!

You were actually the one to approach Mezo first, his bodystructure intrigued you. He felt a little odd being looked at by you, butnonetheless, allowed you to examine his body structure. His cheeks heated upwhen you touched his arms, and you seemed to snap out of the zone you were inwhen he choked on his own breath. You giggled, embarrassed, and apologized. Hesaid it was no problem, and that you could do it anytime. Every day then, youtwo would talk about anything and everything. He really liked your open-mindedness,and how you always found something new to research. He appreciated the factthat you could be talkative one time, but then lull into a comforting quiet at another.He asked you if you wanted to go to the local festival with him, and youhappily agreed. While enjoying the festivities, he confessed to you. Now, hedidn’t have to go out fighting evil alone, he always had you to depend on forsupport.

*Likes quiet time as well, but is not against talking toyou, usually he only speaks when he has to, but you were different (as wasevident when his class was surprised to see him so openly talking to you)

*He likes to hold your hand when the two of you walktogether, he finds comfort in your touch, kinda like the first time you met

*His dates usually involve being in nature (the park, a zoo,mountain hikes) and he is reliable and strong enough to carry you if you gettired

*He doesn’t do PDA, the best you get is holding hands, hedoesn’t remove his mask unless the two of you are alone (if you want to see himblush, though, just kiss his cheek in public, boy glows red)

 Your Mystic Messenger Match: Yoosung!

This boy is interested in pretty much everything, too, soyou’re a good match! When you ended up in one of his classes, he noticed asticker on your laptop of a cute animal, and he called out to you. He startedoff by commenting on the sticker, but as the conversation continued, he fell inlove with your voice. It was a kind of music that he could listen to every day.Unfortunately, you guys only had that class two days out of the week, but bythe end of the second class, he asked for your number. You happily gave it tohim, but warned him that he’ll receive all kinds of animal pictures. He justlaughed and said that was fine by him. The two of you hung out, and when he askedif you wanted to come to his house for dinner, you accepted. He made you dinnerthat tasted pretty good, even if it did look a bit messy. He then confessed toyou, and you were relieved that he had the same feelings.

*Dates with him are usually spent at cafes, picnics on thecampus grass, or a walk to the dog park, he isn’t against just hanging aroundthe house, though, and the two of you just sit in silence at home sometimes

*He likes to watch you draw, and has tried to draw some,himself, but failed so miserably that he was disappointed with himself for acouple hours

*You have to watch out for this kid, he falls into trapseasily, and often complains about his friend, Seven, and how he tricked himinto doing something stupid

*He’s too timid to show too much PDA, so he’s thecheek/forehead kisser, and hand-holder