#Ive almost choked like 5 times

[chadrickmd]

i'm dying

[nandermoenthusiast]

life is kicking my ass this year

[hughjackmansbicep]

The Seamstress

Contains: Logan Howlett X F!Reader

Summary: Youre a seamstress and he seems to have an endless supply of holey clothes....

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: None :D

a/n: haiiiiii ive always loved this trope in fics !!! tehe!! srry for not writing much recently i got fired from my job LOL anywayssss... i was listening to the smiths writing this unrelated but related.

Most days bled together, the same mundane routine playing out in front of you each day. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat takeout, and pass out to some soap opera. Currently, the highlight of your life was finding out what was going to happen next on The Days of Our Lives. You were a seamstress in the middle of Manhattan; you owned a small shop off 64th, and although you were living out your dream, nothing excited you anymore. Every task felt exhausting; you couldn't even find passion in sewing anymore. That was until he stumbled into your shop.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if you'd be able to sew this up for me.” He grumbled, holding up what appeared to be some yellow and blue jumpsuit. You'd almost forgotten to respond, completely captivated by his sheer beauty. His gorgeous face, chiseled body, kitty-like hair, and you can't forget the unusual yet totally working for him mutton chops. “U-um, ahem, yeah, I totally could.” You manage to choke out, reaching for the clothing item. “How long do you reckon it'll take?” You examine the clothing carefully; it's decorated with rips and holes everywhere. He's lucky if I can get this finished by the end of the week, “Tomorrow.” Your mouth moves quicker than your brain can. “Cool, I'll come by at 10? Is that alright?” He asks, slowly backing out of the shop, his eyes never leaving you. ‘10am? I can't begin to do that either; I mean, I wouldn't get to sleep tonight’. “Yep! See you at 10!” Cure that mouth of yours; you give him a smile and an awkward wave as he makes his way out the door.

You blow your breath out as if you'd been holding it the entire time, sinking down into your chair. You silently cursed at yourself for agreeing to such a stupid timeframe, but this meant you could binge Days of Our Lives tonight, so maybe it wasn't half bad.

The rest of the day went just as you expected. A couple hems, a few cinches—nothing out of the ordinary apart from the comic book cosplay you agreed to revive back to life. It was currently 3 o’clock in the morning; you'd been sitting there sewing the garment for 7 hours. Honestly, you'd been making great time; you were so close to finishing, maybe 20 stitches left total. Somewhere between the last stitch and a doctor getting slapped, you'd passed out on your living room floor.

You'd awoken to the feeling of your feline licking your cheek, causing you to immediately shoot up off the floor. Your eyes frantically searching for a clock, the power Must’ve gone out sometime around 5 in the morning because that's all you saw flashing back at you on the stove. In a frenzy, you started throwing random clothes on, praying they'd match, shoving the costume in a garment bag, and running out the door. Thats when you finally looked down at your phone, seeing the time read 10:03, “God damnit.” You whined under your breath. Your shop was only a couple blocks away, but that was still a 15-minute walk, so you sprinted. You probably looked like a complete lunatic, but you couldn't care less right now. The incredibly hot customer probably waiting outside your doors was the utmost important thing on your mind.

Dripping in sweat and hyperventilating as you turned the corner to where your shop was, you saw him just as you thought you would. Leaning up against the door, one arm crossed over his torso as he took a drag from his cigar with his other. God, he looked heavenly, and you... Well, maybe not your best day, but definitely not your worst. “Hey, sorry I'm late.” You breathed out, hands resting on your knees as you caught your breath. “But I've got your thingy.” You hold the garment bag up; he just furrows his eyebrows at you, cocking his head to the side. His silence makes you feel more embarrassed than you already do. You get up to unlock your doors, ushering him to follow you inside.

You check him out at the register; the only words being exchanged were the cost of the repairs and where he can tap his card. He walked out with a smile and a nod, a soft ‘Thanks’ escaping his lips before the door shut. You throw your head in your hands, feeling shame wash over you. You were hoping and praying he was going to leave his number on the receipt, but obviously he did not. I mean, why would you have had him waiting and showed up looking like a complete mess? Not very good looks. You simply had to chop it up as a loss and return back to the mundaneness of your life.

The very next morning, though, he was here again, this time holding an old brown jacket. He'd said there was a small hole in the pocket he wanted fixed. This time it only took you all 20 minutes. You asked him to wait upfront as you brought the jacket to the back to repair it. When you returned, you checked him out the same as before, and he left exactly the same as before. This became an everyday routine for the two of you. Every day he'd walk in with some worn-out article of clothing asking you to stitch it up; you always obliged, even if the clothes looked and smelled like they came from 1987. You always did wonder how this guy had so many ripped-up clothes just lying around, and why wouldn't he just bring them in all at once?

This charade had been going on for 2 weeks now when you finally decided to break from your usual script of ‘thank you, come again’. “Why is everything you own torn apart? Is everything okay back home?” You asked as he slipped his card into the machine. You could see the heat rising to his cheeks as he tried to hide a smirk creeping its way on his face. “You want me to be honest with you?” He looked up at you, pursing his lips together in a thin line. You nodded your head, waiting for him to continue, “I honestly thought you were gorgeous when I first walked into your shop.” Now your cheeks started burning red as your eyes went wide. “So every day since then I head into Goodwill and find anything I can with a hole in it so I can find an excuse to come see you.” This was the first time you'd ever seen this man avoid eye contact with you. You couldn't find your words as your throat had gone dry. He was into you??? And here you were this whole time thinking you ruined your shot (and that he was homeless, but you weren't going to tell him that). 

"Well, say something.” He exasperated, snapping you out of your daze. “I honestly don't know what to say; I’m shocked. I get off at 6 if y’know... You wanted to grab something to eat?” You offer awkwardly, smiling through the pain of how anxious you sounded. He looks up to you finally meeting your gaze, a soft smile painted on his lips. “Ill be here to pick you up at 6 doll.” He grabs your hand, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckle. He walked out the door, leaving you in utter shock and denial for the rest of your shift.

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[harmslength]

Cillian Murphy goes nude for recently released film, ‘Small Things Like These’

This is a fake article but now that you’re here.

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

The Israeli army have trapped the people of Palestine in Rafah—to which they deemed would be a safe zone from the bombing. Already 35,000 Palestinians have been murdered and close to 73,000 injured since November, but authorities have lost count long ago.

Israel has rejected the ceasefire resolution that Hamas has agreed to and now Israeli tanks have lined the borders of Rafahs crossing—the only other way to leave Palestine at this current time. This also means that Palestinians cannot get the aid that they desperately need. The Israeli army is currently sweeping Rafah and they are going to murder almost 1.5 million Palestinian people. That includes children. Especially since almost 40% of Palestinians are in fact under the age of 18.

On 5/6/24 Israel made house calls and sent down leaflets urging Palestinians to evacuate but they have closed and blocked off any way they would be able to. There is no other place for Palestinians can go. This is not a war. The Palestinian people are not fighting back. This is genocide and ethnic cleansing. You are witnessing genocide.

The American government has used the Super Bowl as a distraction from what was happening in Palestine and now they are using the Met Gala.

ALL EYES NEED TO BE ON RAFAH.

I don’t care if you’re American or if you even feel that this concerns you. It does. You should be concerned.

ALL EYES ON RAFAH.

I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I know everything—but I’ve seen the videos, the news articles and the first hand experiences of the Palestinian people. Ive seen children missing limbs and mothers crying for Allah to save them. I’m not going to argue with anyone about this. If you have a problem then disrespectfully shove it so far up your ass you choke on it. I don’t care that this isn’t a place for politics because people are dying and quite frankly this post should’ve been made months ago.

I know we all love Cillian and his wife Yvonne has openly spoken out about it, so I’m just going to leave this here. I don’t think Cillian attended the Met Gala but if he did, I will be permanently deleting my account.

Thank you,

[punishedwilson]

i seriously can't take it anymore i am so fucking horny i might actually kill myself. like im not even kidding its been over five months since ive gotten properly fucked (+ it was kinda mid) and i feel like im losing my entire mind without something inside me. i keep thinking about this stupid patient i met one time almost a year ago who's definitely too old for me and like. i genuinely honest to god want to choke on his cock and huff his pits more than anything else in the world right now. it's all so painfully brutally real and i just feel like such a stupid pervert. i have directly talked to this guy less than 5 times and he probably never even thinks about me but fuck man. GOD. i've been pushing down on my full bladder all day to stimulate my g spot just mouthing his name and foaming at the mouth and bucking my hips into nothing & no one. my pee hole aches but i cant stop i am genuinely just a desperate animal in heat with an aching hole that needs to be filled. right fucking now. also somewhat unrelated but my chastity panties are starting to rust and turn my skin green + my vulva is getting really itchy?

[miya-rin]

"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

[simply-whump]

The Sign (ลางสังหรณ์) - Whump List

Whumpees : Phaya played by Billy Patchanon and Tharn played by Babe Tanatat

Synopsis : For as long as Tharn can remember, he's had premonitions about those around him, sensing both the good and the bad. Partners on a team of special investigators, when kind and cheerful Tharn met clever and charming Phaya, it felt as though they'd known each other for a long time. (MDL)

Genres : Action, Mystery, Romance, Supernatural, BL

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Phaya

Ep 1 : (11:40) (In Tharn’s vision) Gets impaled, bleeding from the mouth — (13:36) Shot, stopped by the bulletproof jacket, fighting, hit — (36:35) Almost drowns

Ep 2 : (25:36) Goes into the water, in some sort of trance, concern for him, woken up

Ep 3 : (54:36) Having a nightmare — (01:18:24) Sparring

Ep 4 : (45:49) Fighting, hit in the head, collapse, dizzy, saved, bleeding from the head — (47:29) Treated — (01:01:57) Upset

Ep 5 : (34:20) Fighting, in a headlock, punched, thrown around, groaning in pain, choked, coughing — (38:35) Worried for Tharn — (56:23) Wincing in pain after using his arm, treated, hand bandaged — (01:17:21) Hit on his wound, concern for him

Ep 6 : (38:24) Sudden vision, injured in his vision, falling to the ground, woken up — (44:18) Punched by Tharn

Ep 7 : None

Ep 8 : (01:08) Having a nightmare/vision, very tense and agitated (kinda looks like a seizure), concern for him, woken up, coughing, heavy breathing — (24:10) Hallucinating Tharn in danger, worried, suddenly in a trance (body seems controlled), going into the water, drowning — (27:35) Seeing his past, groaning in pain — (In his past life) (28:50) Laying down injured, bleeding, groaning in pain, vision blurry, passes out, healed with magic, wakes up, wincing in pain — (Past Life) (37:00) Fighting, hit with magic, choked until he almost passes out, collapses to his knees, fighting, injured, pierced by a rock, bleeding from the mouth, dies — (Present) (50:42) (Gif Set) Drowning, pulled out of the water, unconscious and not breathing, concern for him, cpr, mouth to mouth breathing

Ep 9 : (02:47) (Gif Set) On a stretcher in the hospital, unconscious, cpr, concern for him, intubated — (08:11) Worried friends arrive at the hospital — (23:13) Unconscious in a hospital bed, nose cannula, concern for him — (24:42) (Gif Set) Friends come visit him at the hospital, all very concerned for him — (38:44) Attacked in his “dream”, (Gif Set) having a seizure, concern for him, flatlines, cpr, wakes up — (43:08) Having a nightmare, wakes up, rips out his IV and runs away from the hospital — (44:34) Arrives at Tharn’s house looking exhausted   

Ep 10 : (12:54) Scolded

Ep 11 : (30:19) Shot at, big tree branch almost falls on him, saved, shot at — (32:00) Fighting, punched — (33:44) Running away, shot at, falls off a cliff — (34:57) Hanging from the side off a cliff, asking Tharn to let him go, forces Tharn to let go of his hand, falls — (40:29) Wakes up in some cave, hugged, wincing in pain — (42:50) Groaning in pain, concern for him

Ep 12 : (42:02) Wakes ump without Tharn by his side, worried, crying, jumps into the water — (46:16) Pushed, fighting, choked — (50:30) Very worried for Tharn — (51:47) Wakes up in the hospital screaming Tharn’s name, concern for him, panicked, crying — (57:53) Depressed

Ep 12.5 (Lots of whump for the rest of the team in this ep) : (52:05) Fighting, restrained, hit — (01:12:15) Fighting, hit, his opponent injects himself with something and becomes a lot stronger, beaten down

Tharn

Ep 1 : (11:28) Headache, has visions — (18:55) Pushed, grabbed by the neck

Ep 2 : (58:27) Very drunk, almost throws up, carried

Ep 3 : (06:05) Still drunk —(01:18:24) Sparring, pinned to the ground 

Ep 4 : (18:13) Having a vision, headache

Ep 5 : (04:01) Punched — (38:20) Shielding Phaya, stabbed, concern for him — (39:41) Wound bandaged — (01:06:24) Has a fever, looked after

Ep 6-7 : None

Ep 8 : (Past life) (41:06) Pierced by a rock while protecting Phaya, collapses, coughing blood, concern for him, dies — (Present Life) (49:53) Fighting, in a chokehold, coughing, has a vision of Phaya drowning, jumps into the water, very worried for Phaya

Ep 9 : Very worried for Phaya — (08:16) Crying, worried — (10:26) Crying while holding Phaya clothes — (25:40) Visiting Phaya at the hospital, crying, blaming himself, comforted — (36:53) Fighting, kicked several times, almost shot, has a vision of Phaya seizing — (39:24) Worried for Phaya

Ep 10 : (42:31) Has a vision, concern for him

Ep 11 : (24:00) Has a vision, concern for him — (32:00) Fighting — (33:44) Running away, shot at, falls off a cliff — (34:57) Hanging from the side off a cliff, worried for Phaya, falls, saved by some magic, collapses to his knees, crying — (43:32) Emotional, teary-eyed

Ep 12 : (17:13) Fighting, at gunpoint, hit, choked, concern for him — (42:02) Has disappeared, concern for him — (46:24) Hit — (49:37) Hit by some powerful magic, concern for him, bleeding from the mouth, in pain, disappears 

Ep 12.5 : (12:05) Has a vision, headache, concern for him — (52:21) Has a vision of Payha getting stabbed and dying

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[fernandopiastri28]

quand c’est - part 5 ~ ln4 x op81

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

warnings: major illness, cancer, sickness, brain damage

Lando’s body feels fuzzy- if that’s possible.

Where is he?

He should be in the car, he knows he hasn’t finished the race yet. He still has a chance- he’s doing so well, he’s guaranteed at least 6 points.

So why can’t he move an inch? Why can’t he feel the familiar rumble of the car underneath him? Why can he just see chipping white paint above him for as far as he can see?

“He just- he doesn’t know when to say when, and-and it scares me,” There’s a stammering and choked voice cutting through the painful silence of the room. It’s one he knows just as well as he knows his own.

But right now, everything feels unfamiliar. His hearing feels like an old recorded tape, his teeth feel like they’ve been awkwardly shoved into his mouth, and his body- just isn’t his.

Bile shoots up his throat, and he feels immobilised. He can’t turn his head to cough or vomit it out- it’s like he’s frozen in place. He’s in a hospital, he can figure out that much. There’s an IV in his hand and a drip attached, slow trickles of water making their way into his system.

“Like- he fucking knows he’s unwell- he’s on the brink of death, but he’s too proud to ever accept it,” Who ever it is is clearly on the phone, passionately ranting about someone who Lando can only assume is himself.

Lando should’ve expected that. He let down a whole lot of people in Singapore. Himself- first off, the whole McLaren team- especially Zac and Andrea, all the McLaren fans who’d paid good money to see him race tonight and he’d just bombed it.

Most of all- he knows he has disappointed Oscar.

Maybe that’s who’s talking. “And I- I worry about him, all the fucking time. He never lets himself fully recover from anything. Las Vegas last year- he insisted on going out clubbing like two days later. In Amsterdam when he got that fucking cut on his nose and didn’t let anyone clean him up so now he’s got a permanent scar on his nose.”

Oscar’s still in the car. It must be Jon.

“He just- he won’t let anyone take care of him- even me. I just, I just wish he knew how willing I would be. I would drop anything to make sure he’s alright. Like-” Whoever it is is struggling to speak clearly, their voice stuffy and thick with tears. Lando feels awful, not just his body, but because he knows that this is his own doing.

The voice goes silent for a while, the noise of someone on the other end of the line quietly speaking sounds nothing more than a mumble to Lando. It almost feels like his ears have been stuffed with cotton.

“I’m just worried about him, Logan,” Logan? Why on earth would Logan be out of the car and on the phone. Better yet, why is Jon calling Logan Sargeant?

“Oscar?” Lando’s voice seems foreign, not attached to himself.

“Holy sh- Logan, he’s awake, I’ve gotta go,” Oscar hangs up the phone, rushing to Lando’s side to cling onto the edge of his hospital bed. “Lans,” He whispers, wiping his hand over the brit’s forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Lando spaces out, Oscar’s face becoming a blurry sight. “Why am I not in the car?”

Oscar looks away, chewing at his bottom lip. He’s being avoidant, trying to think of a way to let Lando down slowly- whatever the reason is.

“You crashed into Fernando.”

“Alonso?”

“No, Gasly.” He replies stone faced, “Of course Alonso,” Oscar’s face softens, a small smile appearing.

Lando grins for a moment, rolling his eyes. It falters when it sinks in what Oscar just said. You crashed into Fernando, not Fernando crashed into you. It was Lando’s fault.

“Why’d I crash? Was it wet out?” Memories of Sochi fill his head, fucking rain ruining his races. “Was there something wrong with the car?” He wants to be logical, and he’s trying to do that the best he can, but it all feels unexplainable. He can’t have crashed, there’s just no way.

“They think that-” Oscar shuts his eyes for a moment, and Lando can properly see his features again. Pale cheeks dusted an angry red, stained with tear drops. Brown eyes, watery and sore. A mess of hair on top of his head, much like how it normally sits after a race. “They think you had a seizure,”

What. The. Fuck.

“A what?” Lando knew what Oscar had said, but it was easier to play dumb, to pretend he didn’t have a clue as to what the younger boy was talking about. It was easier to play pretend.

Lando had never had a seizure before, nor did he have a history of seizures in his family. It just wasn’t possible.

“A seizure,” Fucking thanks Oscar, I did hear you the first time. “They’ve done a few tests on your head so..” Oscar’s tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, like he’s trying to avoid saying something. “They’re just seeing if there was any damage.

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

Oscar sucks on his bottom lip, his teeth poking out on top of it slightly, “Don’t worry Lando,” He reaches over, hugging Lando to his chest tightly, “The doctors are taking good care of you, I’ll take care of you, I promise you will race again,”

Lando has never known Oscar to lie. If Oscar is promising that Lando will race again, Lando will race again.

A bubble forms in Lando’s throat, choking him, “I’m so sorry, Osc,” Oscar’s eyes immediately go wide with panic, unsure as to why Lando’s apologising. “I sh-should’ve listened to you, I’m such a fucking idiot,”

It’s because it’s clicking now- Oscar was complaining to Logan about how he never listens to him. He’s right, Lando is an awful boyfriend who doesn’t know how to fucking take care of himself. They’re supposed to be a couple, yet it’s more like Oscar’s his caretaker, and Lando hates himself for being Oscar in that position.

“Oh, Lans,” His voice is breathy as he drags his fingers along Lando’s cheek, soft and faint. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay, I’m not mad,” He kisses Lando’s forehead, his eyes studying each twitch Lando’s face makes.

Oscar’s not mad, but he’s definitely disappointed.

You stupid fuck, Lando Norris.

“Okay,” His voice halters, a forced response. They both go silent after that, Oscar holding Lando’s right hand in his own, kissing the back of the Brit's hand every so often.

Lando stares up at the ceiling. It’s better than looking at Oscar who just looks so broken and concerned. Lando will only hate himself more and more if he looks at Oscar, looks at who he let down.

“Mr Piastri, Mr Norris,” A doctor announces her presence in the room with a barely there knock on the door. It’s been a few hours of Lando laying and staring at the ceiling, he can only assume based on how it’s beginning to become bright outside. Lando tilts his head up, only then noticing that the pain in his head is almost fully gone.

Being doped up is a good feeling.

“Yes?” Oscar looks towards her, keeping Lando’s hand in his. He licks his lips, holding his breath in anticipation. He knows he needs to stay calm, he needs to stay strong for Lando no matter what the doctor says.

The doctor sucks in a deep breath. She looks no older than 25, which realistically she must be, but she looks only just older than the two boys. She looks like an experienced kid- just as Lando is, just like what he pretends he isn’t. "Mr. Norris, I have some upsetting news,”

Oscar looks at Lando, and Lando doesn;t meet his eyes. He knows that ‘upsetting’ doesn’t even begin to describe whatever he’s about to hear. He’s heard horror stories from acquaintances, he’s watched movies and shows. He knows they’re sugar coating whatever it is.

“So, we were correct- you suffered a tonic-clonic seizure during the race, just as you made contact with..” She trails off, unsure of the name of the driver Lando crashed into. He feels mortified, fucking crashing into the two time world champion of Fernando Alonso. Having a seizure and crashing into Alonso.

“And with the results of your recent MRI- they have detected a mass in the frontal lobe of your brain,” Lando’s eyebrows tighten and Oscar squeezes his hand, grounds him.” And it appears to be malignant,”

Lando doesn’t consider himself a particularly smart guy, and usually, it’s to his disadvantage. Yet, for once, his lack of knowledge for what malignant is means that he gets to stay in that sheltered bubble of nothing is wrong for just a bit longer.

He can pretend nothing is wrong, just for a few moments.

“We have several treatment options, including surgery and chemotherapy, which we can discuss in further detail if you have any questions about them.” Lando feels a tug in his hand, Oscar lurching forward in a sob. It’s bad, malignant must mean it’s bad.

He’s not going to let himself feel it. “Chemo?” Oscar’s voice cracks.

“We fear it has already developed to stage 1 brain cancer,”

Norris's lead is up to 4.5s now with 11 laps to go. Could his 110th grand prix be the occasion of his first victory?

“We are here to support you through every step of this process.”

Norris has finished second eight times and has 15 podiums to his name without winning. Could this finally be the day his luck turns? They're counting down the laps nervously at McLaren.

The door clicks shut and Oscar buries his face into Lando’s chest, “Oh my god Lando, Lans, I’m so sorry,”

Norris's lead ticks past the six seconds mark. Four laps to go and McLaren are practising their best poker faces on the pit wall. Not an inkling of a smile just yet on the face of Zak Brown.

“I love you Lando, I love you and I’m gonna- we’re gonna do this together, you’re gonna get better,”

Three laps to go for Norris. He's under no pressure from behind.

“You’re gonna race again, I promise you,”

Two to go now before F1 has a new race winner.

“You’re gonna win again, we're gonna be on the podium again together,”

Norris is onto his final lap. He can almost push it home from here.

“You’re gonna be a champion, Lans, a world champion,”

Across the line comes Lando Norris to win the 2024 F1 Miami Grand Prix! It's the first grand prix win of his career, and the first for McLaren since Monza 2021, when Daniel Ricciardo hit the top step.

Oscar’s a fucking liar and an idealist. Lando’s not gonna race again, if the brain cancer doesn’t kill him, it’s gonna leave him a shell of the man he once was.

He’s already not the Lando Norris, he’s hardly even Lando.

He’s just sick.

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.5 (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

You

After a while, your neighbor began to visit you again. He didn’t explain why he disappeared, but you didn’t bother asking. Everyone has their own lives, you thought. 

Here he was now, in your home, eating dessert he brought over to share. Michael, he said his name was. He was a friendly enough guy, and it actually sometimes felt like maybe you had a friend up here. 

“Michael, did you want more cake?”

“No, that’s okay thank you. I really should be going now, but I just wanted to come by and say sorry again for disappearing for a while. And hey, maybe next time, your husband could join us?”

You blink, confused. “My husband?” 

Michael nods. “Yeah, Adam?”

You feel your stomach drop and your blood boil at the same time. “Adam?” 

He nods again. “Yeah, I thought.. I mean, he told me a while back that you two were married.” 

You stand. “That fucker is NOT my husband, and I don’t know where he got such an idea. I’ve honestly started to question how he's the leader of the angel army, considering he’s clearly insane.”

Michael chuckles at this, standing too. “So, you’re not married then?”

“No, I’m not. Why do you ask?”

He gently takes your hand. “I was hoping maybe we could have dinner sometime. Maybe outside of this room?” He laughs. 

You feel heat begin to rise in your cheeks. You quickly pull your hand away. 

“That’s nice and all, but I’m not so sure-” Michael stops you with a hand. “Don’t answer now, just think about it, okay? Now, I really do have to be going, but I’ll be by again in a few days.”

“Um, okay, sure.” You walk him to the door. He gives you a quick hug before disappearing into his own room. 

You take a deep breath. “What the hell?”

--

Adam

He visited AGAIN, Adam thought to himself, I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear.

“Sir. Sir.” Adam is snapped out of his own thoughts by the sound of Lute coming up behind him. 

“Jesus fucking christ bitch, don’t scare me like that!” Adam grabs at his chest dramatically. 

“Sir. You know you aren’t supposed to be here.” Adam rolls his eyes. “Yeah and last time I checked, neither were you, but here we both are.” 

“Why do you keep coming back?” 

Adam scoffs. “Isn’t it obvious?” 

“You love her?” Adam chokes on his own saliva. “NO. No, that is NOT what I am saying Lute. Fuck’s sake.” 

“Then what, sir?”

Adam pauses, glancing up at the window again. There you stood, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, watering the plants in your home. “Because..” Adam pauses, trying to think of a valid excuse. 

“Because did you see that fucker next door who keeps trying to hit on her? He’s definitely bad news. I think he’s trying to take advantage of her. We gotta stop him.”

Lute sighs. “It’s not exactly wrong for him to be visiting her. She almost seems happier to have a friend-” Adam cuts her off. “Absolutely not, he isn’t trying to be her friend he’s trying to take fucking advantage! Do you see how hot she is? No way he isn’t up to something sick.”

Lute sighs again. “Okay, so what do you want to do? You know you can’t harm another angel.” 

Adam looks up at you again. “I have to make her believe me. I have to show her the truth.” 

“Sir, you can’t mean-”

“I’m breaking into Sera’s fucking office, and I’m getting those documents.”

“What about the runes? You know they made that seal to prevent the two of you specifically from opening that box.” 

“Well.. that’s where I was hoping you’d come in.”

--

Under the cover of night, Sera’s office is once again broken into, this time by Adam and Lute. 

“Adam, I swear to god, if we get caught-”

“Relax bitch, we won’t. We just have to be fast.” 

They make their way to Sera’s desk, knowing exactly where to look. 

Adam opens the hatch, then steps back, allowing Lute to open the box.

The runes glow bright blue when she brings her hand near, and then die out at her touch. She removes the lid, pulling out a folder with yours and Adam’s names written on the front. 

“Can we go now?” 

“Yeah, hurry up.” The two put everything back the way they found it, and start to head for the door, when they hear voices coming from the hall. They freeze in their tracks, not daring to even take a breath. 

Faintly, they can make out a conversation. 

“Hey, is Sera going to be available for a meeting in a couple days? I had some things to go over with her.”

“You’ll have to check the specific day, because I think she has her own meeting she’s holding soon too. Actually, did you not get an invite? I’m certain you were on the list, it’s a very important meeting.”

“I’m not sure, I’ll have to check. What’s it regarding?”

“(Y/N).”

Adam’s mouth goes dry at the mention of your name. 

“Gotcha, I’ll be there. Have a good night!”

“You too!”

They wait until the footsteps fade out, then quickly exit the building. 

Outside, Adam turns to Lute. “I have to eavesdrop on that meeting. I know damn well Sera excluded me on purpose. She thinks I have a bias.”

“I mean, don’t you, sir?”

Adam glares at Lute. “No, the fuck I do not. I’m just, I’m doing what’s right okay? I’m setting a fucking example or something.”

Lute stares at Adam, unsure of how to reply.

“Lute, I’m going to that fucking meeting.”

--

Sera

"Sera, where is Emily?" 

Sera looks towards the side of the room where the voice came from. 

"With the gravity of the discussion today, I thought it best she stayed behind.

Today, we are here to discuss how to get rid of the sinner." 

A random voice pops in. "Get rid? You aren't suggesting.."

Sera shakes her head. "No, of course not. But it is possible to send her back. The problem is, we cannot send her down into Hell with the knowledge that she possesses. We don't want sinners knowing they can get into Heaven.

We've discovered that all it does is cause mass chaos and panic for our people, and our people have to come first. The ones who are deemed pure at the divine gates come before the sinners of Hell, redemption or not."

Another angel raises their hand. "So, what can we do then?" 

Sera takes a deep breath. "I am proposing another memory wipe."

Shocked gasps fill the room, people whispering to each other over the news. 

"Can we really do that?"

"She's already been through one.."

"Sera, we all know what happened last time.."

Sera raises her hand, silencing the room. "Yes, I remember full and well. But she was still sent to Hell then, was she not? So even with those.. complications, our ultimate goal would still be achieved. 

And who's to say the same events will repeat themselves? We have people who have been working hard to perfect the memory wipe, to see that we don't repeat those mistakes."

Murmurs of agreement come from around the room. 

"Maybe she's right.."

"I trust Sera!"

"Our people have to come first!"

Someone else stands. "Just one thing, Sera. How is Adam going to feel about this?"

Sera's eye twitches slightly at the mention of Adam. "He will obey my orders or there will be consequences. He knows this." 

--

You

A few days later, as promised, Michael came to visit again. 

He came with pie this time, and a bottle of wine. 

“So, I don’t want to pressure you or anything like that, but I was wondering if you’d thought about my offer anymore?” He flashes you a cheesy smile. 

You smile back. “I’m not sure, Michael. I haven’t really thought it through, if I’m being honest. It’s just a lot to handle right now, with me being from Hell and everything.. I’m surprised that doesn’t bother you.”

Michael smiles again, taking your hand. “If you were redeemed and sent to Heaven, it means you are a good person. And I think good people make mistakes sometimes, but that shouldn’t define you. Getting to know you has been such a pleasure, and I just-”

He’s cut off by a loud banging at the door. 

"(Y/N), please open the door it's fucking important!"

Your eyes go big, recognizing the voice. You glance at Michael, considering ignoring the door, when more banging comes. You sigh, shooting Michael an apologetic glance before opening the door.

“Adam, this really isn’t the best-”

He shoves his way inside. “Adam! What the fuck are you doing?” You shout.

He looked panicked, his eyes wild and his hands shaking. He yanks you to the side, slamming the door shut and bolting it.

"Woah, what the fuck is your deal?" You yell. Michael stands. “Hey, man, you should let go of her.”

Adam directs his focus on Michael, glaring. “I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her!”

Taken aback, you yank your wrist from Adam. “Adam, what the fuck? You don’t get to control my life because of your crazy delusions! You’re insane!”

Adam completely ignores you.

"(Y/N), shut up and listen, for real this time. We've got fucking problems. 

I was listening in on one of Sera's meetings, okay? I wasn't supposed to be there. And I overheard her talking about you. She wants to kick you out of Heaven."

You laugh, throwing your hands up. "Fucking great, I was going to get myself out if she wasn't.” Michael turns to glance at you, a hurt look in his eyes. You turn away, feeling your stomach sink a little bit. “When can I leave?"

Adam shakes his head, grabbing you by the shoulders. "No, (Y/N), she won't let you leave knowing that sinners can be redeemed. She wants to wipe your memory again, (Y/N). We need to go." 

You blink, unsure how to process all of this. "Adam, are you serious?"

He grabs your hands now, pulling you close. "This isn't something I would just make up. And I'm not letting it happen, either. I promise I'll protect you." 

Michael steps in between you two, pulling your hand away from Adam forcefully. “Adam, you’re being insane. Sera would never do anything to hurt anybody, and she certainly wouldn’t kick somebody out of Heaven when they’ve earned the right to be here. I think you should leave.”

“I think I should kick your fucking ass right now!” Adam steps forward, but you put your arms up in between the two of them, yelling. “Both of you stop it!” 

Michael grabs your hand again. “(Y/N), you don’t actually believe him, right? You can’t want to go back down there.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach. “Michael, it’s not that simple. I know to you, Hell just seems like.. well, Hell, but my whole life was down there, I had friends down there, they were my family.”

“But.. I thought maybe we had something special. I can make you happy, (Y/N). And I can protect you from guys like him.” He nods at Adam. 

“Fuck you bitch.” Adam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “(Y/N), you know I’m not lying, and you know we need to go now. I don’t know how we’re getting you out yet because I’m pretty sure Sera cut me off from making portals, but..” Adam trails off, realizing he hadn’t considered this part of the plan yet.

 You would usually brush him off as just being crazy again, but the sincerity in his tone and the way his hands were shaking was enough to convince you that he was being serious. 

“I.. I might have something.”

“You do?” Adam asks, shocked. You nod, pulling the gem from it’s hiding spot. “Is this anything.. useful?” You hand it to him, and a big grin spreads across his face.

“Fuck yeah it is! It’s a teleportation crystal for going between Heaven and Hell! But where did you get this?”

“I.. may have stolen it from Sera’s office.” 

Michael gasps at this, and Adam grins. “Great minds think alike babe.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Michael grabs you by the shoulders this time, facing you towards him. “(Y/N), you can’t possibly want to go with this lunatic. You said it yourself, you know you were never married to him. And you can’t want to go back down there, what could possibly be better down there?”

You grab Michael’s wrist, trying to pull his grip off your shoulder. “Michael, you’re hurting me.”

“I can make you happy, I can give you everything!” His grip tightens. “Ow! Let go!”

Suddenly, Adam lands a punch directly on Michael’s jaw, causing him to release you and fall to the ground. “You ever touch her like that again, and I won’t go easy on you next time motherfucker. You have five seconds to get out of my fucking sight.”

Michael scrambles for the door, looking back at you for just a second before finally fleeing.

You release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. 

“S-So.. what do we do?” You ask.

"We need to get out of here, and then it's time for me to show you who you really are." 

Adam grabs you by the hand, and the two of you leave the building. 

As you're walking out, you bump into Emily. You start to panic, but notice she hardly looks at you, staring only at the ground. Adam speaks up. 

"Emily, please, just-"

"Go, Adam. Get (Y/N) out of here."

You both glance at each other, confused. "Um, not that I'm complaining, but why?" You ask. 

Emily still doesn't meet your eyes, head tilted down. "I know you were eavesdropping on the meeting, Adam, because I saw you. I was too. 

I know what they're planning to do. And I don't want that to happen. I didn't want them to kick her out in the first place. None of this is right-"

Emily's words are cut off by her choked sobs. Tears spill freely from her eyes, and she wipes at them furiously. "Just, go, okay?" She turns to leave. 

"Thank you, Emily." 

Both you and Emily turn to stare at Adam, shocked to hear him so genuine and kind. Emily nods. "Just go." And with that, she leaves.

"Alright, ready for this shit?" Adam picks you up suddenly. You squeak with surprise. "Hey, what are you doing?"

He scoffs. "How the fuck else are we getting out of here? We have to fly." 

He opens the portal, and you tighten your grip around his shoulders as he takes off. The two of you fly straight through the portal. 

Straight into Hell.

--

Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 16

chapter 28:

1. james’ reaction to waking up from nightmares is so sad. especially cause now sirius can see from james’ perspective what seeing his freind leave the arena was like

2. 😧 shit only this far in and i’m SOBBING. wdym that james almost wished he died in the arena because he was looking forward to not having to go through the aftermath and recovery

3. istg every time the cane is brought up, i’m gonna be like ✨✨THE CANE! REPRESENTATION!!!✨✨ but also like, 😟the cane. he’s in pain. NOOOOO

4. sirius: don’t go to regulus

james: no shit, sherlock.

james: *goes straight to regulus*

5. james is being so angsty, and then in the middle of it, casually brings up his personal tutor

6. 🎶do you wanna build a snowman? elsa please i know you’re in there!🎶

7. the first thing they do when seeing each other again is sob and hug, then IMMEDIATELY go into bickering all like “YOU COULDA DIED BITCH”

8. james gets his glasses back after the interview!!!!

9. “"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore," Regulus chokes out, looking at him almost desperately.”

10. 😑 they both freaking love each other so immensely, that they know they’ll never love anyone else. and reg is still like “no! 😊 i don’t want to break your heart again! take it back! stop loving me!”

11. 😀😀😀 what was that?? another fucking

PARTING GIFT????

12. “Regulus doesn't want to like Remus Lupin, but he likes Remus Lupin.” LMAOO story of my life

13. “"We broke up," Regulus murmurs.

"Oh," Remus repeats, still startled. "You were…together?"

Regulus frowns, gaze drifting to the side. "No."”

😭😭😭 sir that’s so funny

14. i wish so badly that regulus didn’t have fear of bathing, because i know for most people, bathing would be a comfort after escaping the arena

15. i love how reg originally planned to kill to survive, and james planned to die to help reg survive, both of them being gryffindor and slytherin, then the roles reverse, and james is willing to kill for reg and reg is willing to die for james. 💋mwah! perfection!

16. reg understanding and valuing privacy >>>>

17. (but also! background wolfstar my beloved!!)

18. i’m so mad that they have to go into the interview and pretend everything is fine. like, pissed off beyond belief

19. as sad as it is that they’re not gonna date, i’m glad they’re recognizing that they’re not ready for a relationship right now.

chapter 27:

1. DORCAS!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

2. “"We broke up? This is news to me. I wasn't aware we were together."

"We weren't," Regulus says, heaving a weary sigh.”

😭😭😭 babes, again with the breaking up

3. the discussion that love is more than romance >>>>>>>>>>>> Top Tier

4. 😀😀 rita, it is on site

5. “Rita's days are fucking numbered.” -reg THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

6. “[Peter] betrayed them all. James would have never done that. He would have died first.” 🙂 yikes. yikes. yikes. canon callback. yikes

7. BWAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA LOSING MY SHIT! NOT REGULUS DECIDING TO GET SIRIUS TO SPEAK DURING THE FUCKING INTERVIEW

8. “”He and I—well, we broke up. That's what he said, in any case."

"You were together?" Sirius asks, startled as well as a little offended that he wasn't at least notified. When the fuck did this happen?

"No, not at all. This was news to me, too, don't feel bad."”

😭😭😭 this is my favorite running joke

9. THE GLASSES ARE BACK

10. “"Oh, it's my dream come true," James teases, playful, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, both Black brothers? You know—"” BWAHAHAHAHA

11. sirius thinking james is a total whore <3333

12. james giving sirius sex advice is the sweetest thing ever

13. “even just the knowledge that Sirius is probably having sex for the very first time because he wants to, because he's at a place that he's comfortable, because he trusts Remus enough to do it.”

awwww i’m so happy that sirius feels safe enough to have that intimate moment with someone

14. sirius and regulus getting to feel like brothers again is heartbreaking

15. “He's so small. He's five, he's fifteen, he's twenty-five and Sirius' little brother. Always his little brother.”

16. sirius being nervous and fumbley and so awkward about sex is the funniest thing to me. so reminiscent of my first time tbh

17. “"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you know. There's nothing embarrassing about pleasure."

"Fuck you, it's so embarrassing," Sirius counters.”

he’s so real for that 😭😭😭

18. remus lupin: be gay do crime

19. “It takes them a bit to recover, admittedly. Love tends to have that effect, especially when you're making it.”

that line is so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful

[kingkennny10]

Lonely Day • Stenny x Reader

poly!stenny x reader, hurt/comfort? i be traumatizing stan, tw for blood! ive had this brewing for months now, i love stan and kenny so much :( also i dont proofread for shit so good luck readingggg >:]

You, Stan and Kenny have been together for around 2 years, you guys have been through so much together and are very close knit. It was barely a 2nd thought when you all decided that 4th of july would just be you 3 having an absolute blast. You guys couldn't afford much but you ended up getting 2 boxes of sparkle fountains and then 2 packs of the hand held sparklers.

The night started off amazing, you guys had a playlist full of songs that reminded you all of your relationship blasting from the porch. You guys had already set off the sparkle fountains and were now just chasing eachother with sparklers in hand. Stan almost caught up to Kenny when Ken suddenly dropped to the floor like a stone. You stopped dead in your tracks and Stan rushed to his lovers side tossing his sparkler down to the road. He pulled Kenny to his lap already shaking.

"Whats going on?" You asked shakily, fearing the worst. Stan shook his head and held up his now covered in blood hand.

"I-I'm not sure, s-so much blood." Stan was in a pure state of shot, eyes blone wide as he took in his partners bloodied form.

"BABE THE COPS! QUICK!" You shouted and ran to their sides. Stan didn't move for a second as tears ran down his face. You pulled Ken off of Stan and onto your lap checking his wound, he was shot by a stray bullet. You moved your hand to apply pressure on his wound. Kenny placed his hand over yours that was pressing the entry wound on his neck. He couldnt speak, when he tried all that came out was blood in a garbbled mess. Stan walked away sitting on the grass maby 5 feet away, you could faintly hear his shaky voice crying into the phone to the dispatcher.

Kenny didn't break eyecontact with you not once. He held tightly to your hand and slowly pulled it away wincing from the stinging pain. "Ken I swear to god if I dont see you tomorrow Im gonna break all your shit." You choked out over sobs. he ran his hand up your forearm leaving his blood over your matching tattoo. It was a spur of the moment idea to get the abreviated lyrics of your lovesong tattood on eachother. Once you realized where his hand was you noticed the song was playing from the speaker on the porch.

'and if you go, i wanna go with you. and if you die, i wanna die with you.'

You leaned your head down to press your foreheads together. "This is no time to be romantic Ken." He had a wide smile spred across his face, you held his hand again and kissed his bloody lips softly. Finally off the phone with dispatch Stan made his way over to the both of you and put his hand on yours and Kenny's.

"The ambulance is on its way Ken, don't fall asleep." Stan sobbed out. You lifted your head to press your forehead against Stans now. You shook your head slowly you hated seeing your other boyfriend like this, he didn't have the pleasure of knowing that you'd all would wake up in bed together tomorrow.

"They're not gonna make it baby, he's losing too much blood." You whispered to Stan. Realization his him that youre right, but he just couldn't give up. He shook his head against yours and tilted his head to look at his other partner. He moved his hand to put pressure onto Ken's wound making him wince in pain again, this time coughing up more blood.

"You'll make it Ken, please make it." Stan rested his head on Kenny's chest which lead him to place his hand on the back of Stans head. You watched as Kenny closed his eyes, you had one hand on each of them and tilted your head to look up at the stars. "I love you both so much, this can't be the end." You heard Stan's muffled voice below you begging for his boyfriend to make it through this. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you heard sirens in the distance.

Kenny was pronounced dead on arrival and you could only hold an comfort your lover as they took his body away in a black bag. Stan didn't stop shaking until you got into the shower together. The only thing giving you strength to keep it together was the hope you held that you'd both wake up in Ken's arms tomorrow morning. You guys sat in the shower for almost an hour holding eachother after washing away every trace of blood.

Once you both got dressed and ready to lay down you pressed play on the same playlist letting it play softly in the background. Stan was already in bed squeezing Kenny's pillow to his chest when you turned around. You waisted no time in joining him, holding him close and leaving kisses on the top of his head. Somehow you and Ken's song ended up looping and it's what you both fell asleep to that night.

The next afternoon you woke up to Kenny caressing your arm from the other side of Stan. "You didn't break anything did you?" He wispered to you with a shit eating grin scross his face. You glared at him and snuggled into stan.

"I might do it since you wanna be an ass." You whispered back. He let out a soft chuckle and leaned over Stan to kiss you on the lips.

"I love your music choice by the way." Kenny said while shifting to hold Stan to his chest. You rolled your eyes at his remark.

"Whatever, I shuffled the playlist but it started looping this." You said with a laugh. Kenny closed his eyes nuzzling his face into Stan's back.

"You love me!" Kenny said and reached his arm over so he was holding you aswell now.

"Can you guys argue quieter, I want to sleep more." Stan's raspy voice chimed in muffled by the pillow in his face.

"Shut up you love us." You said and poked his side. He jolted popping his head up to look at you.

"No I hate you both actually." He stated in an exaggerated matter of fact tone. Now it was Ken's turn to poke at his side.

"You can't lie you us babes." Kenny stated wrapping both his arms around Stan's waist. "I love you both soooo much." Now it was your turn to grab onto Stan, which led to him crashing back onto the bed.

"I also love you both." Stan spoke up muffled yet again by the pillows.

"Well, that means I love you both more!" You said muffled into Stan's side. No matter how many times something like this happens, the next morning ends up the same. Completely full of love for eachother, nothing can separate you guys. Not even death itself.

no one will understand how much i adore poly stenny x reader, they mean so much to me and thats why i have an entire apocolypse au dedicated to them in the mfn works. might post something mike makowski related soon >:) feeling EVIL and by that i mean, smut 😭

[hbyrde36]

Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

Chapter 15 (FINAL)

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*Steve*

The steady beeping of a heart monitor was the first sign Steve had that he was still alive. He came around painfully slow, the sharp smell of disinfectant removing any lingering doubt about where he was.

Someone gasped. “He is waking up!”

That sounded like his sister—It sounded like Eleven! 

Steve desperately tried to open his eyes, strained to lift his head but it was as if every part of him was made of lead. 

“I told you he would.” A much deeper voice said, soothing and calm.

Eddie. 

Oh god, Eddie. 

The two people he loved most in the world were right there and he couldn't even manage to open his fucking eyes. He wanted to cry, only managing a strangled whimper.

What had happened? How were they even here? Was it safe? The hospital was too public, someone would see!

The last thing he remembered were slimy tendrils winding around his limbs, vines holding him down—choking. Vecna looming over him. 

Steve’s heart raced, the sound of the monitor broadcasting his panic to the room as its once even rhythm grew faster and more erratic.

The palm in his, which he hadn’t felt until just then, squeezed, and he felt the soft press of lips to the back of his hand.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Eddie’s breath ghosted over his skin as he spoke. “Everything is alright—It’s over.”

It was enough.

Enough to let him relax, to allow himself to slip back into a restful state. Lighter now,  sleep rather than true unconsciousness. He had so many questions, and he wasn’t totally without worry but if Eddie said it was alright—he believed him. 

Some time later, minutes or hours, he woke again—the heavy feeling in his body almost gone and he was finally able to blink his eyes open. 

Bright fluorescent lights and white ceiling tiles filled his vision at first, and then a familiar face with big brown eyes and a halo of unruly dark curls came into view as Eddie stepped close, hovering over him. 

His boyfriend grinned, bright and beautiful. Steve smiled back, couldn’t not, the tubes delivering oxygen through his nose tickling his upper lip. He reached up to pull it off his face and tried to sit up. Eddie's hands were on him in a flash, lifting and helping to settle him into a sitting position, at the same time El appeared at his side, sliding a spare pillow behind his back.

“El,” He sobbed her name, reaching for her over the side rails of his bed, pulling her into a half hug as best he could manage.  

She pulled back too soon and began looking him over, concern pinching her small features.“How are you feeling?” 

“Fine,” he rasped, throat dry. Again Eddie was right there, ready with a cup of water, bringing the straw up to his lips. “Thank you,” he said, sounding much clearer after a few greedy gulps of the cool liquid.

Steve looked around, noticing for the first time that the three of them were not alone. Wayne sat a few feet away in the corner of the room, giving them space for their reunion but watching on fondly. 

Suddenly Eddie’s hands were back, warm where they touched his cheek, this time gently placing the tubes back over his face. Steve frowned up at him. 

“You were in that place for a full day, we have no idea what kind of shit you breathed in—when he allowed you to breathe. Humor me, okay?” He was still putting on a happy face but Steve didn’t miss the way Eddie’s voice shook.

He nodded meekly, sliding their hands back together, and grabbed onto El with the other—thankful his IV line was long enough to reach.

“What happened?” He asked.

Eddie bit his lip. “Are you sure you want to hear this now?” He sounded nervous.

“Go on,” Wayne prodded, finally rising from his seat to join the vigil at Steve’s bedside. “Tell him all about how you two idiots decided to go on suicide missions.”

Steve snapped his gaze back to Eddie, eyes bouncing between him and El as his blood turned to ice in his veins. “What does he mean suicide missions?”

Eddie sighed deeply, sharing a heavy look with El, both of them still clinging to Steve’s hands. “I think we’d better start at the beginning.”

Hesitantly, they explained to him how they’d woken in the morning to find him gone from the cabin, and after searching the surrounding woods, slowly began to put the pieces together. Eleven told him how she’d searched and searched and come up with nothing, how Eddie dove head first into recovering his memories, desperately hoping it would lead to anything that might be useful. 

Though it clearly seemed to pain him, Eddie told him every detail of what he’d learned—that Henry might be his father, about his fickle powers—how he’d seen that something was coming but made no move to stop it—that in the end he’d run, leaving Eleven behind to fight the monster all on her own.

Finally, they both admitted to him how they’d snuck out of their beds, each thinking it was their responsibility alone to fix things, not wanting to risk anyone else, only to literally bump into each other in the Upside Down. Somehow, Steve wasn’t surprised. 

Inwardly, he sighed. At least they’d been together.

Outwardly, he fumed. “What were you thinking?!”

“I had to!” Eddie insisted sharply. He tried to pull his hand out of Steve's grip and turn away, but Steve held strong, refusing to let him hide. “I—can’t you see this is my fault? All of it?”

“You were a kid, Eddie.”

Eddie scoffed. “You mean the spawn of evil?”

“Even if he was your father, you are the furthest thing from evil there is. None of this is on you, baby.”

Steve froze, realizing what he’d said, and belatedly, the way they’d been acting with each other in the short time he’d been awake. He’d never gotten the chance to talk to Eleven before he was tricked away into the night. 

“El, I–”

“She knows.” Eddie interrupted, ducking his head shyly.

A wide smile spread across the young girl's face. “Eddie said that some people will not like it, and it might have to be a secret to anyone who is not our friend, but I am so happy for you!”

Steve smiled too. “That means a lot, El—and that’s true. Some people just can’t accept what’s different.”

She shook her head “I do not understand why your love should be any different from anyone else’s.”

Steve’s face grew hot, shoulders tense as his mind zeroed in on her use of the L word. “Oh, uh, well, we haven't said–” He stuttered, chancing a quick glance at Eddie, finding his eyes gone soft, shining, and full of such sincere affection— and Steve knew he must look exactly the same. 

Maybe they hadn't said the words yet, but there was no point in denying that the feeling was there—though they’d known each other such a short time. They’d get to the words eventually.

Wayne wound up finishing the rest of the story. He spoke of himself and the others figuring out what Eddie and El had done—how they rallied and gone into the Upside Down to help. He glossed over most of the details of the fight, which Steve was grateful for, but assured him that Henry was dead and everyone else was alive. The only thing that really mattered. 

Hopper had gotten pretty banged up. He’d make a full recovery, but was being treated in another room on the same floor—and though Wayne didn’t say it, Steve could see that the man’s own movements were stiff, and knew it meant he'd fought tooth and nail for them too. 

He’d also caught sight of the ligature marks around El and Eddie’s necks, and couldn't help wondering what other bumps and bruises Eddie was hiding under his clothes.

“Thank you, Wayne. For everything—but most of all for keeping these two safe.” Steve said when the man was done, inclining his head. “I do have a few questions.”

Wayne nodded. “I reckon it’s more than a few, but go ahead.”

“What about Brenner, and the lab—whatever’s left of the program anyway. Isn't it dangerous for us all to be out in public like this? What do we do now?”

There was a swift knock on the doorframe that seemed to come in direct reply to his question, as well as a familiar face walking hesitantly into the room wielding a clipboard and a thick envelope. 

“I think I might be able to help answer that.” Doctor Owens said, stopping short at the end of Steve’s bed.

Steve stared at him in disbelief. “Doc?” He said nervously, a little unsure if he should be relieved to see the man or bracing for a fight. 

Eddie squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, he’s been helping us. You were right, he’s one of the good ones.”

“Trying to be, anyway,” Owens deflected, tilting his head. “I still have a lot to make up for, and not just to the people in this room.” 

“What about the fire? How did you..?”

“The lab was mostly deserted at the time. Brenner had all hands out in the community looking for the two of you when he realized Eleven was gone. It’ll be blamed on a chemical spill, but we know now that the fire was due in part to Henry’s reopening of the gate in the basement.”

Owens paused, looking at them all in turn.

“First, I want to assure you that you’re all safe. I’ve flipped, as the saying goes, on Brenner, given him up to the government and told them everything they need to make sure he’ll pay for what he’s done. I’m sad to say the program was state sanctioned, but they don’t look kindly on their scientists going rogue, leaving deaths unreported, hiding valuable assets. It’s not what he should be prosecuted for, but at least it’s something—assuming he’s left alive long enough for a trial.”

“That takes care of Brenner, but what about the others, there must be files, film?” Eddie asked.

“All of which was officially lost in the fire. Records will show that the subjects known as Five and Eleven died in the blaze. Speaking of records—”

Owens pulled a folder from his clipboard, holding it out to Eddie. “I have something for you, if you still want to know the truth.” 

Eddie took the file with shaking hands, flipping it open straight away. His eyes were guarded at first, hesitant as they flicked over the pages, but the corners of his mouth slowly lifted as he read on.

“Where are they now?” Eddie asked abruptly.

Owens gave him a sympathetic look, mouth set into a thin line as he shook his head.

Eddie’s shoulders slumped. “They’re dead, aren't they?”

“I’m sorry, truly. They both overdosed a few years ago.”

“What’s going on?” Steve asked.

“Henry—it was a lie. He wasn’t my…” Eddie shook his head, a wry smile crossing his face. “I was given up for adoption as a baby. He wasn’t my father, it was a trick.”

Steve reached for him, running a hand over his side. His heart ached, Eddie had to be feeling so torn. 

“They were troubled teen parents,” Owens explained further, “tricked into giving you to Brenner, who was fascinated by the idea of experimenting on an average newborn, thinking they were doing right by their baby and giving him the chance at a better life.”

Eddie swallowed hard, passing the folder back. “You can do what you want with that, shred it I guess. I’ve got Wayne, and so many others now. I'm—it’s alright.”

The Doc nodded as if he understood, giving Eddie one more long look, smiling sadly. “We need to talk about El. She’s going to need a new identity—a name, family connections.”

Eleven gasped, “Does Steve get a new name too?”

Steve, who’d been busy worrying about Eddie, perked up at that, excited at the prospect of no longer being a Harrington, and maybe being able to call Eleven his sister for real. He looked at Owens expectantly.

“We’re using your disappearance and subsequent return as part of the cover story I'm afraid, and after speaking with Mr. Munson,” He gestured at Wayne with his clipboard. “I thought all of you might like to stay, in Hawkins that is. It would be hard to pass yourself off as someone else with such a recognizable face, Steve. Don’t you think?”

Steve whipped his head back around to look at El and Eddie, and found the other boy gaping at him right back, a matching look of shock on his face. 

“We get to stay?” Eddie’s voice wobbled as he posed the question. It was aimed at Owens but he never took his eyes off Steve.

“I don’t see any reason why not. As far as the public knows, a John Doe—Steve—you were staying at the lab and being treated for amnesia. You got lost running to evacuate the building in the fire, and Eddie here found you injured and wandering in the woods. He and his uncle recognized you, and brought you to the hospital where you were treated for smoke inhalation. It explains why Mr. Carver saw you at Eddie’s trailer the other night, as I understand it he’s been raising a fuss about that, and leaves you free to keep your own identity and re-enter society.”

“Well, if I'm staying… me, can I adopt Eleven? I’m over eighteen. I mean, I couldn't be her parent, but I'm already her brother in all the ways that count. Can’t we make that true?”

“That would, unfortunately, necessitate your parents' involvement, since she’d have to take their name.”

“Oh.”

“I did have another solution in mind.” Owens took a step towards Wayne, offering him a thick brown envelope. “If you’re interested in becoming an Uncle again, that is.”

Wayne undid the clasp, pulling out the first bit of paper he put his hands on. It was a birth certificate. He huffed a joyful laugh, turning it around to show the rest of them. 

The page read: Jane Eleanor Munson.

And bore the same names for mother and father that’d been used for Eddie’s forgery, making them full blooded siblings in the eyes of the law.

“Jane Eleanor—El—Munson, I like it.” Eddie beamed. 

“What d’ya say Ellie, you wanna live with me and Eddie for good?” Wayne asked.

El looked from Wayne to Steve and back again, her bottom lip trembling. “But, what about Steve?”

“Well I can't adopt him, honey, he’s over 18,” Wayne said, then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “and I think Eddie would kill me If I made Steve family before he could do it himself.”

“Wayne,” Eddie groaned. 

El giggled. 

“I’d love for you to both come live with us.” Wayne met Steve’s eyes, and he knew the man meant it. “But what about your folks?”

“They didn’t come back when I was missing, I don't see them wanting to be part of my life now that I'm back.”

“The hospital staff has called and left several messages for them,” Owens cut in. “Last I heard, they hadn’t called back.”

It probably should have been upsetting to hear, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to care. They certainly never had. 

“That’s that then. I think we’re gonna need a bigger trailer, kids.” Wayne said.

“Keep looking through that envelope.” Owens advised, chuckling. “It’s not much, only a three bedroom, but It was the best I could do.” 

Wayne rifled through the rest of the paperwork, and sure enough tucked in with El’s documents was the deed to a house on Cherry street, and if Steve wasn’t mistaken it was right next to Max and Robin’s houses. 

-

As bad as things had been before, not just during his time at the lab, but as far back as he could remember—his all but meaningless existence as the forgotten son of Richard and Lorraine Harrington—in the aftermath of Henry’s defeat and the gain of their new-found freedom things were better than Steve could ever have dreamt.

Life was good.

It wasn’t perfect, of course.

It took time to adjust to their new normal, to stop living in survival mode and just be. 

The new house was a bit of a fixer-upper, with ancient wiring and a water heater that only worked half the time—and it took months for the gossip about Steve’s sudden return, the whispers and rumors about why he was suddenly living with the Munson’s—not to mention their other new addition, to die down. 

But none of that mattered when they were happy. 

For the first time in her life, El got to be a kid. They enrolled her in school, enlisting Nancy, Chrissy, and Robin to tutor her in the subjects she struggled with—which was most of them—but that was okay. She loved it. And though Steve worried, because he knew how cruel kids could be, with Max, Dustin, and the other boys as her guard dogs, he was sure Eleven would be just fine. 

Eddie, for his part, tried to go back to school, but he’d barely been scraping by with a passing grade before Steve had come along, and with all the days of school missed because of his refusal to leave Steve’s side for at least two weeks after his release from the hospital, he’d lost any chance of graduating.

There was no sign of his powers after the battle with Henry. When Steve asked him about it, Eddie told him how in a fit of despair and hopelessness he’d caused a powerful psychic blast that had finally put Henry down long enough for them to set him alight, finishing him for good. They kept waiting for it to return, but even months later Eddie hadn’t had so much as a weird dream. If his visions did come back, they’d deal with it, but he was perfectly fine living his life without random and confusing glimpses into the past, present, and future. 

Going back to Hawkins high hadn’t been a viable option for Steve. He was told he’d have to repeat his junior year, as well as go through a senior year, and was advised that getting a GED was his best foot forward given the circumstances. Uncle Wayne had raised hell down at the school, finding it unbelievable that they wouldn’t give him a break, but Principal Higgins was unrelenting. 

Steve didn’t mind, he and Eddie could do it on their own. They could study and take the test together. It felt right to take that step into the next part of their lives as a team.  

They got jobs. 

When they weren’t busy preparing for the big test, Steve was working at Family Video. Robin managed to get him the job with her after promising her boss Keith that he’d be a magnet for curious babes wanting to see the returned heartthrob in person. And Eddie found a place as an apprentice at an auto body shop, quickly discovering that he had a knack for engines. He loved working with his hands—and Steve secretly loved how he’d come home smeared with grease, filthy and smelling of motor oil.   

They made love for the first time while camping out by Skull Rock. A special place that held so much meaning for them now. Somewhere they often went to be alone, to escape the house when El was home and Max was over and Wayne was bustling around and their need for each other was too much to hide soft and silent behind thin walls. 

They’d logged countless hours thoroughly exploring each other’s bodies with hands and mouths. Months of learning the taste of each other, the feel, what touch worked best to bring each of them to the brink. But the first time Steve pushed his way inside, the first time their bodies were joined as close as two people could be, it was with the stars and Skull Rock as their witness.

Steve took care in opening Eddie up, not wanting his first time to be anything other than exquisite pleasure. He worked his fingers inside the tight heat of Eddie’s body, his movements slow and sweet and gentle—teasing, until Eddie’s legs were shaking and he was begging Steve to just fuck him already—needing the closeness—needing Steve. And Steve gave himself happily—thoroughly. He showed Eddie how much he loved him with every thrust, gazing into his eyes until they both lost themselves to the ecstasy of their release. 

The first time they said the words was under the same stars, the same night’s sky when they were spent and sated, sweat still drying on their skin as they curled around each other inside their shared sleeping bag, on the edge of drifting off. 

“I love you.” Steve breathed the words into the skin of Eddie’s shoulder, punctuating them with a tender kiss. 

Eddie nuzzled his face further into Steve’s neck, grazing teeth over his pulse point before whispering back, “I love you too.”

-

It had been a nerve-wracking six weeks to the day since they’d taken the high school equivalency test. 

Eddie was convinced he had failed, not that he needed the slip of paper to continue training as a mechanic, the guys at the shop had already promised him a full time job when he was done, but it was the principle of the thing. 

Steve was… cautiously optimistic about his chances. After everything, he finally knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to help people, kids like El who’d had no one looking out for her best interests, but in order to become a social worker he needed to go to college, and in order to get into college he needed this GED.

It had become a daily ritual, checking the mail together before dinner, waiting for their fate to arrive in matching envelopes. 

El joined them today, and they let her have the honor of opening the rusty mailbox. She flipped the lid down, and there they were, mixed among the sales flyers and a past due electric bill, two large white mailers bearing their names and the words, do not bend, stamped on the front 

They traded packets, carefully tearing into them for each other at the same time.

Eddie let out a powerful whoop, loud and ecstatic.

“I knew it! Sweetheart, you did it! I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you.”

Steve broke out in a deep blush, turning Eddie’s own results around to show him as well. “So did you, baby.” 

“No shit!” Eddie gasped. 

Steve reached for him, at the same time Eddie reached back, and if they hadn’t been out on the street would have pulled him into a kiss and not let him go until they were both too out of breath to continue. For now he settled for gripping his boyfriend's arm and smiling down at his sister. Her joy for them evident in the way she jumped up and down clapping her hands at the good news. He couldn’t wait to tell Wayne.

It would never stop amazing Steve how he could have stumbled upon something so wonderful and beautiful in the middle of the worst time in his life. Nothing had been the same since the night he found Eleven wandering in the rain, and even knowing what he’d gone through, the pain he’d endured, he knew he’d do it all again if it meant he’d end up right here with his new family, the love of his life, and his sister, finally safe, by his side. 

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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[adelaidedrubman]

god it’s really fucking wednesday

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yeah it’s obviously hook, line, and sinker chapter 3. please enjoy jestiny having a very brief flicker of moral clarity and john getting his pretty woman moment. (don’t litter kids. or stalk and harass your exes.)

“I fucking heard that!” she leaned over the side of the boat to screech, crumpling the styrofoam of the bait cup in her fist and attempting to fling the trash across the distance to Skylar and Sherri — torn bits floating down to scatter impotently along the surface of the water instead. 

“Jesus, Jessie, a fish is gonna fucking choke on that,” Skylar cried, pushing herself up from her lounge chair. 

“And maybe I can’t stop you from driving a boat on public waters, but you can’t litter on my damn property,” Sherri agreed, reaching behind her to pull a net from the pouch on the back of her own chair and toss to Skylar. “That shit drifts to shore.”

Jessie crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, rolling eyes dismissively to duck Skylar and Sherri’s judgmental glares with an earnest wave of shame — she didn’t mean to endanger any poor fish, obviously, she was just angry — instead finding John’s gaze, oddly comforted by the quiet, embarrassed fury she saw simmering back at her, as if the bright blue glitter of his eyes was a tempestuous pool to reflect her own angry humiliation, unfiltered and undiluted in their vibrant heat. 

Then something in his stare sharpened, an almost imperceptible narrowing of the pinpoints of his pupils into focus, gaining all the ice-cold clarity of a glacial pond as he darted his eyes back to where Skylar reached forward to dip the mesh of her net into the water to scoop up the ripped up bits of styrofoam. 

“Hi,” John hummed pleasantly as he stepped up to Skylar, placing a hand atop the handle of her net. “John Seed. Do you remember me?” 

“The fuck you —” 

He slid his hand down the pole of the net, pulling it closer until his fist was circled just beneath the base of its bag. “I tried to buy bait from you a few moments ago. You refused to sell to me.” 

“...Yeah?”

“Big mistake,” he barked with a tug of the net to cause Skylar to stumble slightly, barely catching herself to remain upright. “Big. Huge!” He forced a manic laugh, snatching the net from her hands. “Because perhaps had I been occupied with my own fishing, I wouldn’t have time now to ask if you have a proper permit to fish with a net.” 

Sherri stood, moving to stand between John and Skylar, defensively. 

“I do my business selling fishing licenses, dumbass,” Sherri grumbled, pulling two crumpled pieces of paper from her back pocket to flash. “You really think I’d come out here without one?”

“Ah.” John clicked his tongue against his teeth twice, wagging his finger and tapping it against the paper Sherri held out. “But I’d like to see your netting license,” he said in sing-song. “Class A resident fishing licenses only allow fishing with a hook and line. Netting requires its own permit.” 

Sherri and Skylar exchanged confused looks. 

“Ha!” Jestiny let out a single, choppy laugh as she hopped over the side of the boat, splashing mud as she landed. “It does.”

It did, when it came to hoop nets. But of course even if he knew the law he wouldn’t know the difference between —

He waved a hand in front of his face, then rested it atop his chest. “Oh, I’m only joking, of course,” he said with a smile, bowing his head. “Montana Code Title 87, Chapter 6, Part 5 Fishing Offenses includes an exception in paragraph (1)(a)(iv) for landing nets.”

Jestiny felt a giddy heat blossom along her cheeks — he knew the difference between a hoop net and a landing net. He’d actually studied up. 

Skylar placed a hand atop her hip. “We weren’t even fishing with that net,” she said matter-of-factly. “We were just cleaning up the trash your girlfriend threw in the water.”

He cocked an eyebrow, smile widening. “For after the fish has been hooked as specified in subsection (1)(a).”  He nodded down towards their rods. “And your hooks appear to be bare.”

“That’s not what I saw,” Jessie chirped, throwing her arm around John’s waist and pulling him to her. “And I think the word of two officers of the court is gonna outweigh what y’all say.” Jessie leaned forward, snarling. “I think it certainly gives me probable fucking cause to seize all this shit as fuckin’ evidence of a crime, including the fucking bait,” she snapped. “I think it could mean y’all both forfeiting your fucking fishing licenses as penalty, if this shit gets dragged into court.”

“Good fucking God, Jessie,” Sherri huffed, swiping the can of worms from off the ground and shoving it in Jessie’s hands. “Here. Take the damn bait, since it means that fucking much to you. You win. We’re leaving.”

[malleablemusic]

i avoided listening to radiohead based on the bad vibes I received from radiohead fans in middle+high school. my friend's partner and i were recently discussing our very opposite music tastes, and how her mother raised her on radiohead. my immigrant mother does not know radiohead even exists. this is an experiment in putting myself in to my friend catie's shoes. here's my review of ok computer:

airbag: 3/5 stars

feels like the way the ending of the breakfast club felt

"in an interstellar burst / i am back to save the universe"

pro car safety song, love it

wear your seatbelts and check your airbags

love the ending of the guitar strum tapering out

paranoid android: 3.8/5

ok rangee!! he has a beautiful voice

"ambition makes you look pretty ugly / kicking squealing, gucci little piggy" obsessed

feels like this song is multiple genres and somehow punk and funky

the guitar solo crescendo then slowing it back down then back into guitar solo again... his mind

subterranean homesick alien: 3.6/5

love how mysterious and discomfiting the guitar riffs are

encapsulates what i imagine the feeling of floating alone in space is like

a little underwhelming

exit music (for a film): 4.1/5

kind of boring intro

i like the harmonizing chorus in the background

2:49 beat drop hittttt the intro didn't have to be so long and quiet but the build up was almost worth it

3:20 oh... my god.. i am ascending

he sings "we hope that you choke" so angelically

i wish i could capture how the second half of the song made me feel into a bottle

let down: 3.2/5

i also feel crushed like a bug in the ground

him hitting the high note in "you know where you are" brought tears to my eyes

karma police: 3.3/5

this sounds like it was in skins (uk)

"her hitler hairdo is making me feel ill" crazy statement

i love the harmonizing "ahhs" in the background during the outtro

fitter happier: 4/5

very scary voice wow

terrifying background sounds

this is a masterpiece

"fitter, healthier and more productive / a pig / in a cage / on antibiotics" this is the american dream

electioneering: 4.5/5

very timely yikes

"when i go forwards you go backwards" so real! speak on it kurt!

from minute three on i felt like tearing apart my room and going on a rampage this is a call to riot

climbing up the walls: 4.2/5

very creepily romantic

if haunting adeline by h.d carlton was made into a movie this song would play in the trailer

im sensing a theme of long guitar intro and outros and honestly its growing on me

him screaming at the end was impeccable, 10/10, zero notes

no surprises: 5/5

i cant lie and say ive never heard this song, it has had a grip on me for years

heart is aching at the intro and eyes welled up uncontrollably

"a heart that's full up like a landfill / a job that slowly kills you / bruises that won't heal" stabbed me in the heart.

"you look so tired, unhappy / bring down the government / they don't, they don't speak for us" if i was a teenager when this song came out i think i would have had a very unhealthy obsession with mr cobain

had to lay on the floor for this one

a quiet life and a quiet death...no surprises. im weeping

SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE. AND SUCH A PRETTY GARDEN!

lucky: 2.4/5

who is sarah. this would have crushed me to hear as the obsessed teen i likely would have been

didn't wow me, not sure if it's because it followed a perfect song and therefore was held to a higher standard, or if it was just boring

the tourist 3/5

he is so right. i should slow down. sometimes i do get overcharged

i love love love when he belts. the control he had over his voice is so impressive

honestly, without no surprises i am not a huge fan of this album, but i definitely do understand and see the appeal. i will definitely be listening to more radiohead in the future ! overall 3.7

[inner---demons]

Shame

i don’t post fics often, but ive been in the mood to write some about @mushroomminded‘s splatoon comic, and an ask made me VERY INSPIRED to write somethin about one of my characters absolutely sobbin. ty mars crying anon for giving me inspo to write him crying i hope this doesn’t disappoint too much

Mars had been pacing in a small, cold storeroom for the past 5, no.. 10 minutes? He wasn’t sure, maybe it had been an hour, he was too distracted to tell. Ira had forced him to leave the room while she was checking on Lu, and Django had been the one to shove him out of the room. Thoughts raced through his head, words echoing back at him, too much time for self reflection for his own comfort.

“Do something right for once in your life.”

He put a hand to his mouth, stopping, holding back a small noise of distress. A little whine.

“You think you survive because you’re ruthless, but it’s not true. You’re a pawn, you don’t think for yourself and I bet they love that.”

Mars closed his eyes, trying and struggling not to let tears out. The cold air nipped at him, making him shiver and shake more than he already was. Peachy was right; he was a pawn. He clenched his fists, gritting his fangs, how long had he been letting himself be taken advantage of?

..Ever since he abandoned Lu?

 “That’s torture, Mars.. and you just let it happen?”

A sob escaped from his mouth as he leaned against the wall, he didn’t even realize that he had begun leaning against it, pressing his head against the side of a shelf in the corner. Hot tears began streaming down his cheeks, knees buckling, beginning to curl in on himself and covering his face. He couldn’t be crying like this, he couldn’t.

Before he knew it, he had begun wailing. Weeping like a child would, like Lu did when he-

He shoved a palm over his mouth. The sobs wouldn’t stop. Biting down on a fist to try to silence himself, fangs pressing against his skin. He didn’t notice the stinging or the ink beginning to leak out of the small wounds made by the sheer force he was using to bite down until it had begun bleeding, an old habit of his to silence his crying ever since he had left the Wetlands. At least it helped silence his cries a little bit, hoping that the action would distract his brain, and that was all he cared about.

He continued to tremble, turning around so that his back was against the wall, beginning to slooowly slide down onto the floor. He held his hands out, looking at the tears dripping onto his palms. Vision growing blurry from the tears.

“Ghh.. I-I just.. did what it took.. Gah…” He quietly repeated to himself, voice trembling. Completely failing at using his usual excuse to comfort himself whenever memories like this had begun bothering him. Couldn’t make himself feel better. His fault, everything that happened to his sister was his fault. And he knew it. He couldn’t make excuses for it anymore. What a piece of shit he was.

Lu starving, him not getting help for her any earlier.. It's all his fault. Him almost killing Lu when she was a baby. It was a memory that used to reduce him to tears when he escaped the Wetlands every time he remembered it. He began gasping for breath in-between increasingly loud sobs, choking. Clutching at his chest. Feeling a heavy weight on himself.

   “... You’re a monster.”

Remembering Lu’s words again only made him snivel even more, beginning to curl up even more, hugging his knees. He needed to stand back up, but couldn’t bring himself to.

Too weak, too weak to survive in the world if he let himself continue being this emotional. Too weak to be an agent, but.. That didn’t matter anyway, he wasn’t an agent anymore. Mars didn’t even know what he was anymore, what he could be. Too far gone to be a good person, he thought to himself.

He wanted to stop crying. He needed to. And if not, he-

A knock at the door. It opened.

“.. Hey, you in here?” Peachy called out, peeking in, surveying the room. The amount of empty shelves told her that it was abandoned, she couldn’t see her brother. She - and everybody else, she guessed - had heard the sobbing. Django didn’t want her to go, but she eventually convinced him to help her limp over to check.

“Yeah, y-yeah, I’m.. I’m in here.” She squinted, looking around, “Where? There’s a ton of shelves. You hiding behind one?”

“Are you okay..?” His voice quavered. A muffled sniffle was audible. He sounded pitiful. Peachy could hear him taking a few deep breaths, could hear a few sighs.

There was no doubting it, he had been crying. Well, clearly, but the shakiness in his voice made it even more obvious. Rustling in the corner of the room behind a shelf made her look in that direction, seeing Mars stand up and look back at her. He was holding onto the shelf to steady himself, although he was shaky.

“Lu, are you okay?” He repeated quietly. He had barely made any effort to wipe away some of his tears.

“.. No. I’m not okay.”

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Car Wrekt

Car Accident fic Part 2: this is a hybrid of the leftover car accident fics from a previous post and one lone singular little fic about waking kidnapped in a car (Truncated, see below.)  

Note to all: I had to nuke the previous version of this post because it was incomplete– but it’s back up! Apologies for the inconvenience (that’s me, I, and myself to the royal we.) 

Loose chronological order below~ 

Wrekt and Captured

Rose Thornhill’s Prayer for the Dying

““If we go too fast, we’ll slide off the road!“ Hodge explained.  "And we can’t help Scully if we’re both dead.”

Mulder sighed and leaned back against the seat.  How many times had he heard that before?””

S2 Scully cracks her head on a stakeout with Mulder and a third agent, who drives them as fast he can back to civilization. There is no good news, however; and Mulder can only hope she’ll pull through, resentful at everyone else’s prayers.

Lysandra’s (Ao3, LiveJournal, Xanadu) Truncated

““I open my eyes to blackness.  I see nothing at all when I blink, not even trailing stars behind my eyelids.  Complete darkness greets me, and all of a sudden I feel like I’m trapped in a coffin.

I take a deep breath, and nearly choke.  The air is slightly musty, and vaguely familiar.  I resist the urge to cough as I gulp the air.

And then I realize that I am not alone.””

Scully and Mulder are trapped in a car trunk, not knowing how they got there or even when. By the power of charm alone, Mulder keeps Scully’s panic from careening over the edge (and secures a future date.)

Mystic’s His and Hers

““For a moment he watched as she continued to cross, then he screamed when he realized the horn he’d heard was not for him, it was for her.  Time slowed as her head whipped to face the dark red Ford Explorer that tried t stop.  Her bright auburn hair flipped, almost wrapping around her head when she saw it.  Half jumping, she held her hands out as if to protect herself from the oncoming collision that to him seemed impossible, but was inevitable.

There as a loud screech and a sickening thud and all was silent as she rolled off the windshield and hood and fell limply to the black road.””

S7? Mulder is haunted by witnessing Scully being barreled into by a car. His mental beat-ups are relieved only he sees her on the mend. Maggie graciously lets him go in first, knowing how important it is for him.

@alittlemissfit‘s (Ao3) Prompt Fics - Chapter 5 (Ao3)

““You play the partner and POA card and earn yourself five minutes. She tells you his floor and door and you’re there in less than one.

He’s unconscious and bandaged and intubated and still, and it doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him like this at least eight times since being partnered with him. The better part of you is broken and bruised and knocked out right alongside him.””

Post IWTB Mulder is pinned by a tractor; and Scully’s professionalism sinks in the face of his serious injuries. Mulder hears her well-intended threats, of course; and never lets an opportunity to quip pass him by.

AUs

Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer) One More Drive  

““Her smile got brighter when she saw her partner.   Unlike other times, this trauma, though real and terrifying, hadn’t resulted in a ‘skin of his teeth’ brush with death.  The bullet must have missed major arteries and organs because he was breathing steadily without assistance and only glucose and antibiotics dripped into the IV in his left forearm.  An oxygen monitor was clipped to his left index finger, but the computer screen over his bed showed a hearty 99 percent O2 level, which was better than she expected.   He was going to be fine.  Unemployed, but fine.””

Post Drive Mulder was actually shot; and while he is driven to the hospital and struggles with his many recent failures, Scully is an unwitting participant in a series of misadventures: passenger-ing on a motorbike back, a nurse that just doesn’t want to do her job, and the glory that is a California-tan doctor. There is a hash out about Diana, all is good, and Kersh’s day is ruined.

@suitablyaggrieved’s (Ao3)

#39 - Don’t Cry

““When he finally was able to move the bag out of the way, Mulder was left with the rebar sticking out his chest, another impaling the front hood of the car, and still another through the back window. It was a gruesome sight, the other driver was bleeding like a stuck pig and Mulder soon realized that he must have injured himself after falling.

The other driver was clearly dead. Mulder had watched him die, holding his hand, listening to him explain that he was sorry, so tired, a husband with two kids, a wife on the way out. Mulder gave him that absolution. It was the least he could do. Actually, it was all he could do because he couldn’t move that much. He couldn’t feel his legs, but he knew that he was a mangled mess.””

S7 Mulder knows he’s dying- the accident was too deadly, and Death is waiting- so he calls Scully to leave her with a last good memory. Scully, oblivious he isn’t patching up their last fight, indulges his conversation. And finds out too late.

Lives Wasted Away

““Scully, you can’t—I don’t—you have to keep warm, okay? You’re worse than I am right now,” Mulder says, though his words are stuttered and slow to come out. She hands him his coat and he puts it on.

“We’re in this together…” Scully manages to say, and so they both begin to push the car down the mountain, to see if they can get a better signal. The car moves, but it’s a negligible amount. There is simply too much snow.””

Mulder and Scully slowly freeze to death– but they’ve never been happier, with communication so free and their feelings finally acknowledged. Skinner helps pry their bodies out with the rescue team.

Vaznetti’s (Ao3)

Motion and Rest

““They’d reached the gate; tired looking passengers were sitting in small groups, belongings piled around them. Marita turned to face him. She could see the tension coiling in his shoulders and remembered, suddenly, how much he hated airports even on the best days; if they were going to get out of here, it would be up to her.

They wouldn’t try to make the arrest right here in the open, she thought: too many chances to escape, too many potential victims. They’d do it on the gangway, maybe, or even on the airplane itself. Focus, she told herself, all you need to do is get yourself and Krycek out of the terminal building. One step at a time.””

Without Marita and Krycek know Scully and the FBI will be tracking him down for whereabouts of Mulder. As tensions rise and their second-nature getaways help evade from capture, both grapple with their romantic attachment and unresolved inner foibles.

Traders in the Snow

““Marita pulled up about a minute after the driver dropped Krycek and Scully off at the parking lot. She must have been waiting somewhere she could see them go by. Unless she’d followed them all the way from the city. Whatever, it was a good thing–he felt too exposed, just standing there, holding Scully up and hoping no one would notice them.

The two of them strapped Scully into the front seat and Krycek slumped in the back for the short drive to the lot of an abandoned factory. Once they were hidden, they cuffed Scully’s hands behind her back, taped her mouth shut and locked her in the trunk.””

Scully’s drive to find Mulder– on an off the clock, AM and PM, weekdays and weekends– leads her straight into a trap Krycek and Marita designed. Both fugitives need information on her miracle pregnancy, no longer trusting anything they can’t hold in their hands… including their former trust in each other. CSM shows up and gets killed once and for all very satisfyingly.

Trixie’s (whispers of x) Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

““Thinking of all they’d been through together, all they’d survived over six years, that tiny cross had been what finally broke Fox Mulder down. He’d sobbed for nearly an hour, until his tears were gone and his breathing erratic. He’d placed her cross around his neck and curled into a ball on his couch, content to stay that way until he died; until he could join her. In a twisted way, her death was almost funny. It was no grand conspiracy, destined to drive him mad; no strike their enemies had thought capable of destroying them. It was a simple drunk driver, someone who was alive now BECAUSE they’d been drinking, while she was dead and rotting in a grave somewhere, next to her sister and her father.

It wasn’t fair. It hadn’t been then, it wasn’t now and it never would be again.””

Scully’s death– killed by a drunk driver– sends Mulder into a spiral that is only inhibited by Maggie latching onto him out of grief, Frohike thwarting his first suicide attempt, and Scully’s ghost preventing his second after Maggie’s stroke. But-- at last-- he resigns, chasing fate’s coattails with TLG off-the-grid until he is reunited with her in death.

Lastly, shoutout to my favorite “Fire Boy” fic (LuvTheBeez’s Snow) which is in my Creepy and Cozy Cabins fics collection.

Enjoy!