#LOOOOOVE a guy covered in blood.

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One... More... Pondtord../nf

sure np

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Hii!! Can I request frenchie from the boys x f! reader, maybe she's patching him up after a long day? <33

yes,,, thank you for this from the bottom of my heart, might went above with what you actually asked, but whatever, i’m living my best and just rolling with it.

⟢ mountains at midnight, [ frenchie x f!reader ]

summary — After a failed relationship, Serge knocks on your door half baked / half bleeding-to-fucking-death.

warnings — angst, some smooches, it's implied that reader is in her twenty-somethings, filthy mouth, frenchie is in loOOoOve here, some fighting, fluff in the end, usual the boys content aka violence, blood, drugs, mentions of murder, infinite sadness, if you’re a medic you might hate me, little nina is a warning herself.

side notes — hi lovely people on the internet! first things first: i've recasted frenchie to dev patel cause fuck zionists, also loved writing for frenchie, been writing about gen v on wattpad but this? a whole different level. word's on the street my ass latin, so you know now english is not my first language and if there's any mistakes is my own fault being just a girlie out here,, comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated and very much loved! thank you guys so much for the support.

It’s way too late when you hear the knocks on your door.

You’re not used to receive visitors in the middle of the night. Your friends know you hate people to show up uninvited so it’s almost a non-spoken arrangement: You sell the weed to afford med school and they keep you out of trouble.

So you can’t stop yourself from thinking the absolute worst when you hear the noise in your front door, already cursing cause you don't have these expensive cameras that allows you to watch who's outside: What if the police knows you’re selling weed? Worse. What if Vought discovered all about your nice ability of astral projection? Just the thought of it makes you grab the bat, trying to find something to defend yourself with as if it’s going to work against someone as powerful as Homelander.

When you open the door, it’s something similar to seeing a ghost.

Cause that's what Frenchie is to you. A fever dream you must experience after being so tired, after exhausting yourself with the damn residency. You've been doing turns lately in the hospital and you are drained all the fucking time, too many hours standing and trying not to fuck it up it’s now passing you the check.

But when he talks. Jesus fucking Christ, when he talks, you just know it's him in the flesh, stopping the world for a minute — "Bonne nuit," he says all normal like you understand more than just the basics of French. "Long time no see, mon ami."

How does he still remembers your address? How did he managed to get to your apartment when you explicitly said you don't want him anywhere near you? Your heart skips a beat when you're realizing the blood covering his shirt, the dirt on his skin, the bruise forming in his eye: he's injured.

It makes sense soon after, why he's there outside your place, surpassing the locks that protected the building and are supposed to keep people like him out yet, failed miserably. You let out a scoff, taking mental notes of talking about security to the building manager tomorrow.

"You need to go to a hospital, there's also a vet clinic a couple’ blocks away, both do the work" It's tempting. The thought of closing the door in his face after he was a complete asshole with you last time you saw him, but you cannot bring yourself to be cruel, to leave him standing while he seeks for somebody to stitch him up. — "Told you not to come here, Frenchie."

He's different now. He has now cut his hair in a different way, split lip while he pouts like he has loose a huge fight. He looks better, more composed even, but you don't let it slip while you look at him, debating if he won the fight he was involved in or if he just managed to escape, as usual, always in danger.

"Please," he says placing his hand in the door frame like he just read your mind, preventing you from closing the door. "Need your help, mon docteur."

When he looses balance you know shit's for real, quickly grabbing him by the waist as you take one of his hands to place it in your shoulder. He smells like blood, sweat, and weed, and it takes a minute for you to get used to it, being so intense at first when you hold him close to you that it stays with you even when you help him lay in the couch, already knowing it's going to be stained forever.

Fuck's sake. It's not physically possible to say no to him.

You hate him from the moment he's inside. Hate how he has you now all stressed looking for everything you need to prevent him from bleeding out on your couch, still trying to understand if you're worried about his well being or if it's actually about the fact that he could die in your apartment with good grams of weed well hidden, leading you to arrest under micro-trafficking and possible murder charges.

And when you see the large cut on his stomach, you know exactly why you guys didn't work out in the first place, why his way of living was so different than yours trying to keep a low profile, not used to get in trouble with superheroes, usually surviving. You hold your breath in as you notice the situation, his body bruised, blood spread all over like it was a medal.

“The person who did this didn’t do any harm to your organs” you say inspecting, lucky bastard. “But you're gonna’ need stitches.”

"See? I’m gonna' be fine, docteur" he says almost trying to keep you steady while you took the new-moon-shaped needle, that damn nickname you hate with all your guts. You know he would not come if it wasn't absolutely necessary, his gaze following you like he cannot possibly believe he's talking to you again after all that time promising not to. "Not planning to die on your settee."

"You're high" it's not a question but more of a statement. "So please, shut up if you are really not planning to die tonight."

You’re struck by his accent, the way he combined the words so easily while you worked on stitching his skin, finally stopping the bleeding as you can breathe in peace. Med school has been awful, but at least you can do decent stitches even under the dim lights of the lamps, looking at your work almost proud moments after.

Handled him like a fucking pro.

You seem to forget about the contact, being trained to be a doctor has hit deep down now that you can keep professional at all times, but for Frenchie, even after being pretty much stabbed, he managed to fill his mind with memories of you while your cold fingertips close the cut, to think, once again, that he does not deserve you at all, your meeting being a mistake he wouldn't do all over again.

He stills hallucinates about when he met you in your second year of university, selling weed in your campus parties making a pretty good list of clients for yourself. He remembers being so mad at you for stealing possible clientèle at the time, he was planning on beating your ass and scare you out until you didn't dare to sell at all. At least, that was the idea until he notices his potential nemesis. You.

He talked about the situation with Little Nina convincing her he could take care of the problem, but in reality, he chooses to make you his problem instead. You were just a twenty-something med student that stayed up late at night and sell plain weed in order to afford some stuff he knew you needed: How could he be aggressive with you?

He's almost whipped before even talking to you, after following you for a while without you even noticing, he's studying you like you're, indeed, the enemy. And when he finally talks to you in that stupid party, you finally seem to notice he's not there for a nice business, not when he's pulling you aside from all the noise.

You both are so different it's annoying, however, fits so good must be a curse.

You managed to work out the next couple of months, split the clients, the money, and there were no suspects until Nina found out and killed one of your classmates in response, leaving you surrounded by cops and detectives and a profuse sadness that never seemed to go away.

Frenchie is pretty sure you're one of the best thing he used to have in his life, utterly convinced that he must remain far from you after years of not talking to you, yet, he's unable to do it much longer. Maybe it's the weed, the fever and the pain all combined together, but when he noticed he was close to your place, he choose to seek for your help instead of turning to his teammates.

He's no good for you. Even after not being around Nina and changing completely. He's simply no good for you.

You work in silence, unsure of what to say at first. Your breathing is steady as you cover the wound with bandages, neck sore already after keeping the same position over the minutes without sleeping much all that week. Frenchie doesn't whine even when it hurts, making it easier to work with as you check other injuries.

When it comes to the split lip, you know it's going to be a thing.

"Thanks for patching me up," he says while you press the alcohol revealing a much smaller wound that you'd actually imagined, mouth's always bleed tons. "I'm just sorry for showing up so late, mon ami."

Inconsiderate. Your eyes dart the movements of his upper lip while he speaks, trying to clean the blood while it moves with no victory.

"Please talk to me princesse" he says soon after, crazy by your silence — “Please.”

Your eyes narrow in response, looking at him while inspecting his lip. “How did you manage to get so damn fucked up?” You wished you didn't ask, because you already know how he got it, how he was working now for a whole different group doing suicidal missions all the time, heard it from a close friend.

He stays silent for a while, and you cannot help but roll your eyes in response. You’re used to it, to the lack of information and the blatant lie he always used to tell just to reassure you, so instead, you continue cleaning his wounds with alcohol, pressing the gauze with less patience now that he regained the color of his skin. You’re simply not doing it anymore.

“Just stay still so we can do this fast enough” you say tired already, having to deal with him even just ten miserable minutes results in a classic headache.

Silence. You are dragged by the current into an awkward silence, inspecting the stitches and the bruises that now appeared in his skin. He’s warm to the touch in spite of the blood loss, and you cannot help but worry about his well-being deep in your mind, hating him for it: The guy disappears however he wants to, and now has the fucking nerve to show up like nothing ever happened? God.

It’s impossible to keep quiet for the next two minutes, specially when you notice he’s biting the inside of his cheek like he’s stopping himself from saying something stupid — “What?”

“Nothing,” he responds, avoiding your gaze. "I know you're mad at me, docteur."

"I'm pretty mad at you, you're right" you admit in a low voice, finally taking your utensils to the kitchen sink when you finish, cursing when you notice you got blood on your shirt. "That's why you're waiting an hour before leaving. Not involving in whatever is going on in your life right now.”

His pained expression makes you almost regret everything you say. He knew he deserved it, but it didn't stop him from being miserable when he hears you, the cold words lingering in the air as they repeated in his mind over and over again.

"Sober up. Leave after."

It's almost a command, and he hates the sound of it, far from the way he wanted you to command him in reality, the sound of your voice making him shiver. He hates every second of it, remembering why he kept far, giving you space to continue your life without him in the picture.

It stings on Frenchie’s chest, and you try to keep your pride high enough to not think about how much you actually missed him, how you're done with him after moving on at least twice since the last time you saw him, staring at the blood circling in the drain.

"I'm sorry, mon ami" he says when you pass close to him, grabbing the dirty towels as you search, in your mind, for ways to make miracles in that sofa, and you believe him for a second when he grabs you by the wrist, cause deep down you just want him to be sorry for all the shit he did, the lies, the danger.

You just started to sell weed again recently, and his sudden visit makes you so damn uncomfortable: You don't want to take anyone's clients, you learned that the hard way. "I'll never be able to make it up to you docteur, not even in a million years. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal."

You don't fully get what he says, and you blame it on that fucking app that's been teaching you french all along, you don't even dare to look at him until you think you can handle his intense gaze, now burning in your cheek — "Created this huge mess just to leave me alone to the fucking wolves."

“And there will not be a day I won’t regret it.”

“You’re not going to be able to make it up to me even in a century, Serge.”

It happens all so sudden after, when he pulls you down slightly, enough to press the palm of your hand flat against his chest, the feeling of his heartbeat giving you straight up chills. It’s beating so fast you’re sure it’s abnormal, the expression of his face almost begging you to have patience with him, that he just needs you beyond explanation.

“Don’t call me like that,” he asks, and you’re just standing there, so fucking close, looking at him slightly blushed.

“Like what?”

“Like I don’t mean anything to you, coeur. Like we’re strangers.”

“I don’t know you, at all” you admit in a low voice, and it saddens you to say it out loud — “I don’t think I ever did.”

God. You don’t expect it, you don’t expect the visit, the way he enters to your life again through the main door, dissolving you completely. You don’t expect any of it, it catches you by surprise without giving you any time to even prepare yourself.

He somehow manages to make sit down close to him, composed now that the he’s not bleeding-to-death. And fuck, it takes a minute for you to adjust, to notice what you’re actually doing, the feeling of his hand holding your wrist making it impossible for you to leave, to even put some necessary distance, his breathing changing as you got closer.

“We’re not strangers, mon docteur, never would when my heart beat that fast for you. To me, you’re the most real thing in my life” he’s smiling, and you can’t help but look at him amazed of his way of always change everything around. “It’s visible you don’t want me here, but I cannot stop myself from coming every single time, tu me manques, coeur.”

“You miss me, huh?” you ask almost in disbelief.

“You are missing from me,” Frenchie corrects. He knows the world is a pretty fucked up place to be, but he just wants you to be okay, to avoid trouble and just live a regular happy life.

You are willing to reply, to say something about it, about the time you spend hating his ass and missing him at the same time, but you stay silent when you can feel his gaze following your every movement, when he’s the one that puts his free hand on your cheek, his touch being enough to warm up your face, staining your cheeks red.

It’s so intense. The lack of air, the way his eyes find yours in demand of something you already know.

“Please forgive me” Frenchie says, blatant sincerity. “I’m deeply sorry, mon docteur. I’m the worst thing you’ll ever met, and I cannot help but come back to you.”

His words echo in your brain, and you don’t know exactly when, but you lean into his touch, the palm of his hand warm against your cheek.

“Fuckin’ hate you.”

You don’t. You know you don’t hate him at all. It’s quite the opposite, and it weights on your chest as he smiles like he just got his life back in track again, like it’s everything it takes to make him really happy after all that shit he’s enduring day after day.

And you try put some distance between both of you seconds after, but your heart betrays you sooner than you expect and it’s all it takes for him to finally kiss you, a tender kiss at first that freezes you for an instant, his touch transforming in something else — Something your skin has already experienced before, a taste you’ve savoured long time ago. Makes you shiver when you realize how it feels not foreign at all but just natural, like something you already learnt but it’s kept in the depths of your mind.

He’s damanding when pressing his lips against you, and it clouds your mind for a second, a thick gaze that just makes you dumb at his touch. His hands on your hips are pulling you closer without even caring for his damn stitches, and it becomes intoxicating, the need to keep on kissing him, to have him close, you forget about Little Nina, the weed, and almost everything that surrounds you.

Heavy breathing you seemed to understand it all. Nose touching his as you get it. Maybe you do need to talk. Maybe it’s important to keep your guard down one last time. You cannot avoid him much longer, not when your own heart aches in need.

Serge’s like climbing a mountain at midnight: Just impossible.

[d-dixonimagines]

How about #1, where Daryl was sick or so injured he was unconscious, and the reader waited by his side until he woke up? I looooove hurt Daryl, I know I'm terrible u_u

Thank you so much for sharing your talent and writing for us! 💖💖💖

Firstly, I would just like to say that there is going to be A LOT of apologizing as I work my way through these requests for making you all wait so long!! I miss writing for Daryl so much and I wish I was in a place where it was as easy as it used to be. Anyway! I hope this doesn't completely suck! And thank you for your patience <3

Edit: I completely blanked on this being a prompt!!! I added it, though, and hopefully it still makes sense!! Prompt 1: "have you been waiting up this whole time?"

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood

You dreaded this day for a very long time. Daryl had come back injured before, pretty badly on some occasions, but nothing like this. For the most part he was always able to walk through the front gates on his own, but now, you watched him get dragged in on the back of a cart. Motionless. The feeling in your chest wasn't like anything you had ever felt before. In all of the horrible things that you had all gone through, this.. this was the worst feeling, because you could see him and you didn't know if he was still breathing. His face was covered in blood, deep gashes all over his arms, dirt everywhere, clothes torn. It was a nightmare to see. A million questions racing through your mind as to what the hell happened to him, and no one giving you any answers. You rushed to the side of the cart, looking at the state of him, horror stricken over your features, looking to anyone he was with to tell you what happened, but no one said a word, they just focused on getting him to the infirmary so the doctor could tend to him. You knew that was the most important thing right now, but you just couldn't think straight. Pacing around outside of the infirmary, biting at your finger and waiting for someone to tell you that he was in stable conditions. When you looked up, you saw Joe, one of the guys who was with him. He darted over to him before he could get away and hounded him for answers. "Hey," you called after him, watching him turn to look at you. He looked upset, almost guilty as his eyebrows knitted together in worry. "What the hell happened out there?" You tried to remain calm. Joe faced you and paused briefly before answering. "It was an accident. We were on our way back when we came across a hoard of walkers. There weren't that many of 'em so we thought it would be pretty easy. But the embankment that we were by, the ground wasn't as sturdy as we expected. Daryl stepped too close to the edge and nearly the whole side of embankment went down with him as he lost his footing. He hit his head on some rocks below and got knocked out. We're all just really sorry to bring him back to you like that." You shook your head and placed your hand on his shoulder. "You brought him back, that's all that matters. Thank you." Joe gave a nod and sympathetic smile before turning and going on his way. Turning back to the door that Daryl was behind, you began to pace again, wondering when you were going to get any updates on how he was doing. It had been hours when finally the door opened and the doctor came out, causing you to perk up from the chair you finally found yourself sitting in. "Well, how is he? Is he gonna be ok?" "He's in pretty bad shape, but he's bound to make a full recovery. I did all I could do; he's stitched and cleaned up, but without any proper medical equipment, I can't check for internal bleeding. As far as I can tell, though, a good amount of rest will help him get back on his feet." Air that had seemingly been held since the moment you saw him return home had finally been released as you let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't spectacular news, but it was good. And that was good enough for you. "Thank you for everything. Can I go in and see him?" He gave you a nod and you rushed in before anything else could be said. It was still difficult to see him in his condition. Bruised and cut up, bandages around his head. The rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that really kept you grounded. He was still breathing, and that gave you hope that he would pull through. He was Daryl fucking Dixon, for crying out loud. He always made it through. Pulling a chair to the side of the bed, you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, the first contact you had made with him since earlier that morning. Things had started out so different. There wasn't really a care in the world. It was a simple run, one that he had gone and come back from easily on so many occasions, but this was just a reminder of how much things aren't guaranteed. It drove you crazy just how fast

things could change. You watched him silently, placing your lips to the palm of his hand and leaving a gentle kiss. You didn't know how long it had been. The only times you got up was if you had to go to the bathroom, but even then you pushed it pretty close, not wanting him to leave from your sight. A couple people stopped in to check on things, trying to bring you food, but you were in no state to eat so you just left it to the side for later. The sun left and returned, shining through the window as the rays shown onto the bed. You began to stir once more, confident that you probably only got a couple solid hours of sleep, due to constantly waking up to make sure he was still doing OK. He had slept through the night with no problems, and you hoped that was a good thing. Adjusting yourself a bit, you let your head rest back down onto the bed, nestling gently against his hand, feeling yourself begin to doze off again. You weren't sure how long it had been before you started to feel a gentle tug, causing you to wake. When you lifted your head and looked at Daryl, you saw that his eyes were still closed, causing you to wonder if you had just imagined the feeling of him moving. You were about to close your eyes again when your heard a low grunt come from him. "Daryl?" You called quietly, feeling like if you talked any louder it would ruin something. You watched him intently as his eyes began to flutter open. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room before he looked around, and finally, his gaze landed on yours. You let out a sigh of relief as your eyes welled up with tears, so incredibly happy that he was awake. "Hey, you. How are you feeling?" "Like I got hit by a bus... have you been waitin' up this whole time?" he grumbled, trying to adjust himself on the bed. You stood up and helped him readjust himself so he was more comfortable, and handed him some water, knowing he was probably parched. When you sat back down, you grabbed his hand again, looking down at it and admiring the fact that he was squeezing yours back. "Of course I have," you nodded at his question. "You really had me worried, you know," you looked up again, letting your eyes land on all the spots on his face that was battered and bruised. "Watching the way you came through those gates... it was a feeling I never want to feel ever again," you kissed his hand again. "I'm really really happy that you're ok." He kept his gaze locked on you as he caressed the side of your face. "I'll always come back to ya," his voice was quiet and extra gruff from lack of talking. "You almost didn't this time," you whispered. You really didn't want to focus on what could have happened and just be grateful that you still had him, but it was hard. It was hard not to think about how much easier it is for something to go so wrong. "Don't do that," he started gently, clearing his voice. "I'm here, alright? You keep me fightin', I'm always gonna come back to ya." You gave a quiet nod and leaned into his touch. "You better."

[heyiwrotesomethings]

You Laugh, You Lose (But Really You Win)

Emi Fukukado (Ms Joke) x They/Them Reader

A/N: Prepare to get Rickrolled in the most loving way possible! Your quirk is Compulsive Competitiveness. It pushes your body past its limits to achieve any goal as long as it's presented as a competition. Unfortunately, it can’t work if the competition is physically impossible to do. However, you could find loopholes. For instance, if Hawks challenged you to a flying competition you could try your luck piloting an airplane! Like with any quirk, this one has its drawbacks. Overexhaustion will cause fever and intense drowsiness! Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,665

(Y/n) had been diligently grading papers in the Ketsubutsu Academy teacher’s office when they heard a distinct peel of laughter coming from somewhere down the hall. They rolled their eyes and smiled, turning to the next page of the paper they were currently grading, fully aware that they would soon have their hands too full to continue. Sure enough, a few moments later the door slid open and Fukukado Emi slipped inside. She snickered and waved to the students laughing in the hall before fully entering and closing the door behind her. She didn’t take long to notice the other teacher in the room and quickly made herself at home by sitting on the edge of their desk. She kicked her feet out playfully and beamed down at the other teacher who had yet to look up from their papers.

“Hey there sugar plum! Do you like raisins?” Emi asked, completely unprompted.

“Good afternoon, Emi. Did you get Shindou You’s recommendation letter for that internship done yet?” (Y/n) asked, their eyes still scanning the paper before them.

“Aw, come on (Y/n),” Emi whined, poking at her colleague’s head, “Answer the question!”

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged, finally looking up from their papers. “They’re tolerable I guess. I don’t go out of my way to eat them.”

“Okay, how do you- how do—“ Emi fought to speak through her own giggles and (Y/n) had to bite the inside of their lip to keep from doing the same, “how do you feel about a date?” Emi finally got out before breaking down into full on laughter, a light blue aura rolling off her skin.

(Y/n) snorted unable to control themself. Their hand reached to cover their mouth as their own laughter escaped to join Ms. Joke’s. “Emi,” they tried to admonish, “that wasn’t fair! Using your quirk to make me laugh at some cheesy pickup line that probably took you two seconds to find on the internet! Have you no honor?!”

“Hey, what are you talking about? That was totally hilarious!” Emi pressed her hand dramatically to her chest, a dazzling smile over her lips as the blue aura receded.

“It doesn’t count and you know it.” (Y/n) spoke with finality. “If you want a date, you have to make me laugh without using your quirk. That was the deal remember?”

“Why did I agree to such a thing?” Emi moaned and slouched over (Y/n)’s papers, laying across the desk with her arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re the one that came up with it.” (Y/n) deadpanned. “If you proposed a date like a normal person I would have said yes two weeks ago.”

“Why not just laugh then?” Emi asked, booping (Y/n)’s nose with a gloved finger.

“Because I’m compulsively competitive. You should have considered my quirk before making that wager.” (Y/n) reminded, swatting Emi’s hand away.

“Just you wait, (Y/n)! You better find something nice to wear this weekend because I’m going to catch you off guard before the week is out!”

“That’s what you said last week,” (Y/n) smirked, “and the week before that.”

“I mean it this time! Prepare yourself!” Emi clenched her fist righteously.

“Alright,” (Y/n)’s smirk softened, “now, could you get off my desk please?”

“Oh yeah, sure!”

(Y/n) pinched the bridge of their nose as they watched Emi purposefully remove herself from the desk in the most exaggerated way possible. It was going to be a long week.

***

(Y/n)’s quirk, while not as flashy as other hero quirks, was not one to be taken lightly. Their compulsively competitive quirk allowed them to push themself passed their limits physically and mentally as long as it was a task posed as a competition and wasn’t too outside of the realm of possibility. No contests to see who could breathe the most powerful fire ball if you can’t breathe fire in the first place. However, their quirk did help them achieve the highest grades when they were in school and even when faced with stronger opponents they managed to come out on top more often than not.

Of course it didn’t come without drawbacks, a high fever and dizzying fatigue could be quick to follow depending on the intensity of the competitive event. And although Ms. Joke’s little game came with very minimal risk and required little effort on (Y/n)’s part, weeks of steeling themself, preparing for any quip or improvisation, was starting to take its toll. Even though (Y/n) would love to just give in and go out with Emi, their quirk was not one that could simply be turned off whenever they wished. There had to be an outcome.

“You okay, Sensei?” A concerned student asked once (Y/n) trailed off for the third time in their lesson.

“Hm? Oh yeah, sorry everyone. I’m just not feeling well today.” (Y/n) admitted. “Where was I?”

“Search and rescue in rural settings. Are you sure you’re okay, teach?” Another student asked, watching (Y/n) lean heavily against the podium.

“I’ll be okay. It’s just that Fukukado-sensei has been really testing my limits these last few days.” (Y/n) explained. They didn’t bother to omit the reason for their condition since Emi had been anything but subtle in her attempts. Many of them had been grand public jests anyway. It would be hard to find a single student who didn’t know what was going on between the two teachers.

“Yeah, I thought she had you for sure when Fatgum came in as a guest speaker and she followed him around with a tuba all day.” One student recalled.

“Or when she climbed to the top of the flagpole at the school entrance and the back of her pants got caught so the fire department had to come get her down.” A student from the back giggled.

“Let’s not forget that failed bend and snap attempt when she almost threw out her back trying to seductively pick up a pen.” Someone else added.

“Yes, yes. Hilarious. She’s lucky Fatgum is such a good sport,” (Y/n) sighed, fighting themself internally not to laugh at all the shenanigans their colleague had gotten into, “Now, back on the topic of— wait, do you guys hear something?”

Sure enough, somewhere down the hall, muffled music could be heard steadily growing louder and more clear as the seconds progressed. Before (Y/n) could get to the door and see what was going on, the door slid open and Emi stormed in with a large boom box over her shoulder and a microphone in her hand with a long chord that was attached to nothing dragging along the ground.

(Y/n) bit the inside of their lip hard as they took in the ridiculous outfit Emi was wearing that made her look like a poorly put together hammerhead shark. Emi wobbled into the classroom as best she could with her legs confined in the fabric of her outfit and rose her flipper holding the mic to her lips to join in with the song playing over her shoulder.

“We’rno strangers t’ looooove, ya know derruuules n’so do I. A f’ll cermmitment's whert’m thenkin’ ooooof. You wouldn' gettis frem any otter my!” Emi sang loudly, horribly off key and changed the words just enough that the song was still familiar but sounded like complete nonsense. As she continued on she waddled closer to (Y/n), occasionally tripping but somehow managing to save herself as she continued to ‘sing’.

The students in the classroom were howling with laughter and (Y/n) could feel their skin growing hotter as they fought not to join in. They couldn’t hold for much longer, but they sure as hell were going to try.

“Ner gonn give oo erp, ner gonn lert oo derrrn, ner gon rune arund n’ dezert you. Ner gonn merk moo my, ner gonn smay smoosmy, ner gonn tellalie n’ dirt coup!”

(Y/n) could taste blood in their mouth from biting their lip so hard. They covered their mouth tightly with one hand and the other braced tightly against the podium as their quirk pushed them passed their limits until- they couldn’t hold it in anymore!

(Y/n) laughed so hard that tears fell from their cheeks. Emi saw this and smiled brightly, continuing to ‘sing’ as she basked in her victory until (Y/n) spoke between bouts of wheezing laughter.

“Cah—catch me.”

“Huh? Oh!” Emi dropped her boom box and mic to the ground with little care and caught (Y/n) in her shark fins before they collapsed to the ground. “Are you okay?” She asked, all previous cheer replaced by worry.

“I’ll be okay. My quirk over exhausted me,” (Y/n) explained between deep breaths, “I hope you don’t mind waiting until next week to collect your winnings because I’m a little too sick to function in public right now.”

“I’ve waited this long. What’s one more week?” Emi smiled, “Although I do feel bad. This is kind of my fault after all.”

“You could come by my place and make me soup and grade my tests while I sleep, that would make me feel better.”

“Way to take advantage.” Emi huffed, “Alright, not really the kind of date I had in mind, but it’s a start!” Emi hoisted (Y/n) into her arms to fully carry them and addressed the waiting students, “Okay guys free period, go nuts.” (Y/n) gave Emi a tired, warning glare, “Okay, well, don’t go nuts, but do whatever you want... within reason. See you Monday!” Emi then awkwardly shimmied out the door. One of her hammerhead eyestalks caught the doorframe on the way out which earned another round of subdued giggles from the class. As she made her way to the nurse’s office, Emi smiled down at the sleeping teacher in her arms, excited to see where their relationship would go.

Bonus:

“Oh shit!” Emi cursed as she tripped forward, unable to regain her balance with the added weight in her arms. (Y/n) jolted awake as they came in contact with the cold, unforgiving floor.

“Emi!”

“Sorry!”

[books-and-cookies]

5 SECOND REVIEW:

HOUSE OF EARTH AND BLOOD BY SARAH J. MAAS (CRESCENT CITY #1)

You can find the Goodreads summary here.

Goodreads rating: 4.46

THE GOOD:

* so, in a move that doesn’t surprise anyone, I liked Sarah’s new book * I literally read this book in 2 days. it’s 800 pages long * I cried twice while reading this and I cried HARD don’t judge me * I loved loved loooooooved the focus on female friendship, like YAS LET ME STAN GIRLS * the relationship wasn’t the typical toxic shit that Sarah usually does with fae characters (she even pokes fun at herself with this, something that I greatly appreciated), but it slowly developed and they went from friends to more and it was beautiful to behold and Feysand shippers don’t hate me, but I think this is her best written relationship so far * ANGELS, okay? angels. bring back angel lore 2k20 * the slow burn was on poINT i can’t tell you how many times I groaned in frustration reading this and yelling at the book omG JUST BANG ALREADY FFS * just all around likable characters  * I also loved the fact that Bryce was very much a young woman living her life - partying, having sex, trying to figure out a way through adulthood - it felt very genuine to me, fantasy setting aside * guys, I had FUN reading this, which is the most important thing to me by far - it made me forget the world for 2 days and with everything going on, it’s a feat of strength lmao * Sarah was like “i want to write about paranormal creatures thinking about sex a lot” and that’s exactly what she did * the cover is GORGEOUS OMG * I would DIE for Syrinx

THE BAD:

* the first 200 (?) pages or so are a HUGE info dump, I was so confused and tbh, i’m still incapable of fully explaining the world building in this book - we could have used a glossary lmao * the signature phrases were there: “death incarnate”, “swagger”, “pure male beauty”, you know the drill and it gets old after a point haha * if you’ve read her other books, you’ll inevitably compare characters, because she 100% has a type and it shows * everyone is super good looking and sexy and while I looooove the main character, Bryce, not every single dude is ever attracted to the same person, and if they are, boy am i doing things wrong in my life * did this book need to be 800 pages long? mmmmmno, but we all know Sarah likes to go on and on and if you like her books, you resign yourself to this reality lmao * it wasn’t Sarah’s best book, at all, and I kind of had the feeling that she was trying to find her footing a bit

YAY or NAY: lmao do you even have to ask me? i am trASH

Favourite quotes:

“Then let the world know that my first act of freedom was to help my friends.” - lmao this is when i started sobbing ahahahaha

“Only sorrow lay there. And something like understanding. Like she saw him, as he'd seen her in that shooting gallery, marked every broken shard and didn't mind the jagged bits.”

“But she was the one person I could be myself around and never feel judged. The one person that I knew would always pick up the phone, or call me back. She was the one person who made me feel brave because no matter what happened, no matter how bad or embarrassing or shitty it was, I knew that I had her in my corner. That if it all went to Hel, I could talk to her and it would be fine.”

★★★★★

To everyone who got this far, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day! Also, feel free to share your thoughts, comment or tell me anything :)

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #351

“the writing on the wall  /  a psalm of napalm  /  abandon all hope, but try to stay calm”

Do you have bad posture? Oh yeah. Are your eyes sensitive to sunlight? VERY. How many miles can you run without stopping? An astonishing zero miles. Who is the most attractive person you know personally? My high school friend Alon, probably. Have you ever dated someone who was very vastly different from your “type”? No. When was the first time you said "I love you" to a significant other? When I dated my first real boyfriend Jason at 16. I actually said it very early in because I thought I was "supposed" to, and I did REALLY like him. How old were you when you first lived alone? If you’ve never lived alone, how old do you think you’ll be? I haven't yet, and idk. What do you wish you had been better prepared for? Ha, adulthood. Is there anything about you (physically) that you think turns people off of you right off the bat? My weight. Do you know anyone with a semicolon tattoo? I have a semicolon butterfly tattoo on my wrist, and while it's very subtle, my Mark tat features a semicolon, too. It's outlined by a quote he's said ("you are important, never forget that"), and the "i" is a semicolon. Idk if I know anyone else with one. Have you ever overdosed on a drug? Once accidentally, once purposefully. Have you ever kissed a guy you didn’t want to kiss? Yes. Who was the last guy you cuddled with? Girt. What is something you’ve had a toxic reaction to? The breakup with Jason. In the last picture taken of you, how did you pose? I just tilted my head, smiled, and gave a peace sign, haha. Mom wanted to show my sister how I looked with a dozen wires and other shit attached to me for my sleep study. Have you ever made a fake Facebook account? If so, why? No. If you were an Eevee, what would you wanna evolve into? Probably Espeon? They're so, so majestic and beautiful. I'd love to feel like that, lol. What flavor was the last piece of gum you chewed? Raspberry lemonade. Did you ever used to watch the show Teen Titans? Nah. When you were in school/if you are in school, do you actually share your grades with your parents? If you got/get a bad grade, do you hide it from them? My mom always stayed up-to-date with my grades. I never really had anything to hide. Have you ever been the designated driver? Once or twice, yeah. Were you obsessed with Webkinz when they first came out? "Obsessed" is an understatement. I was that kid with dozens upon dozens. They were pretty much my favorite thing. Who do you subscribe to on YouTube, if anybody? Oh Jesus, looooots. Are you wearing nail polish right now? What color? No. Neon colors, or pastel? Pastel. Are you currently pregnant? Do you wish you were/weren’t? I'm not and have zero desire to be. Have you ever had a dog? A good number of them throughout my life. Is there any drama going on right now in your life? No. Does your hair fall out a lot? No. What’s your favourite type of bird? Barn owls. I also love ravens and crows. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 126. What was on the last sandwich you ate? Pb&j. What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? The same as I do now: metal and its various subgenres. Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? No. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? I'm actually unsure which is the closest. We live in a cul-de-sac with a bunch of houses, and the street opens into just outside the main city, so there's a lot of stores. What is your favourite Thai dish? I've actually never tried Thai food. How many contacts do you have in your phone? Very few, but I don't feel like counting. Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No. What pet names do you use with your significant other? I'm single. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? I don’t have a job. Can you hear anything right now? Yeah, I'm watching Gab Smolders play Skyrim. It's a game I've always wanted to play myself. Is there anybody else in the room you’re currently in? No. What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Walmart. Does your house have a porch/balcony? It has a very, very small porch. What is your mother’s first name? Donna. Did you have a tree house as a kid? No. Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences? I'm terrified of it. Have you ever cried from being so mad? Oh yeah, it's very common for me to cry when I'm mad. Have you ever taken a bath with someone? As a kid, yes. Do you have any brothers? One older one. Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? No. Do you wear pajamas to places other than at your house? Ha, yeah, just depends on where. Do you take showers in the morning or at night more? Morning. I used to be ALL about night showers, but I just love how refreshing they are in the morning. It's a good start to the day. Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? I steal the covers SO bad and roll around a lot. God bless whoever marries me. You see the person you fell hardest for. What do you do? I can guarantee I'd be a total deer in headlights and probably tear up or just straight-up cry. Have you been/are you depressed? It's nowhere near as bad as it was once upon a time, but I honestly am depressed these days. Who is the one person you can completely be yourself around? I only feel entirely "safe" doing that around Sara. Are your popups blocked on your computer? Yeah. Are your parents night owls or morning birds? My mom's a total night owl. She absolutely hates sleeping because it's "such a waste of time" to her, but of course she does it anyway. I haven't lived with my father since I was like 16, so idk what he's really like with this stuff now, but I'd call him an early bird, particularly because his job has him up early anyway. Do you have high blood pressure? No; my blood pressure is actually extremely low, so much so it scares every doctor who hasn't treated me before. It's a medication side effect and seriously sucks, because I am absolutely always light-headed and dizzy. Have you ever pumped gas? No. Are you affectionate? Very. What would a perfect yard look like for you? Hmmm... I'm going to include things I know I won't realistically have for maintenance reasons, but what's ideal. I would loooove love love at least one really big tree with maybe a birdhouse and like a bat box (is that what they're called?), and I'd love tons and tons of flowers to feed bees and other wildlife. A koi pond would be amazing, but that's one of those things I know I won't actually have. A pool would be really nice, preferably inground, and having a spot in the shade would be perfect. Some berry bushes would be cool, and grape vines... Man, I'm really fantasizing now, haha. What is a topic that you have just recently become interested in? Nothing very recently, but I'd say the most recent would be uhhhh tarantulas, though that's been a thing for many months now. What is a feel-good song that you’ve been listening to lately? None lately, anyway. I can tell you "Jump" by Van Halen is the staple "feel-good" song for me, though. What are some things you enjoy seeing pictures of? Meerkats... Mark... more meerkats and Mark... oh also meerkats and Mark... Is there anything you are scared/awkward about talking about in life? Don't talk to me about sex. Has a pet ever stolen food from you as you were eating it? AS I was eating it, no. What is the weirdest compliment you have ever been given? I have no idea. What’s stronger - your upper or lower body? Jesus, I couldn't tell you. I'm just weak, period. Women tend to have more lower body strength, so I GUESS maybe that, but given the fact my legs are horribly weak, I don't know. My arms aren't strong, either. Are you very careful with your technology (phone, laptop, etc) or do you take risks that could damage them? I try to be mindful and careful, but you could say the way I pick up my laptop sometimes is risky. Have you ever been in the newspaper? What for? I think so, as part of my graduating class? But that would be a LOT of people... so I actually don't know. I have this faint memory of being in it with other people, but idr. Would you say that the area you live in is particularly picturesque? Ew, no. What is your favorite type of cat? One does not simply pick ONE favorite kind of cat. I love Persians, Ragdolls, Siamese, sphynxes, bengals, Abyssinians, and I could go on and on. If you had your way, what color(s) would you dye your hair? I have A LOT of colors I want to dye my hair, but the ones I'm currently most interested in are pastel pink, creamsicle orange, and lilac. Do you like seafood? If so, what is your favorite? If not, what is your favorite type of food? I only like shrimp. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Paganism. It's the one I think is closest to what I believe in, and I just find it all very interesting. I love the nature focus. Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? Nooooo. How many times is your cartilage pierced in your ears? None anymore. :( I miss all my piercings that closed while hospitalized. Have you ever had a pet bird? Nah. It'd be cool, but I don't want one enough to actually get one. Do you like dinosaurs? I looooove dinos. They were my obsession as a kid. My first dream career was even a paleontologist. Do you like going for long walks with friends? If my legs worked like a healthy fucking human's, I would love to do that again. I would literally collapse if I tried to go on a long walk now. Do you miss anyone from school? I miss a lot of people from school. I'm thankful for Facebook for that, but even that's not enough, really. What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? Watermelon, I think? Was there a strawberry one? How are your parents right now? I'm assuming Dad's fine, and Mom's okay, just stressed as she always is. Can you take naps, or does it make you feel horrible? Man, I love naps. They're like, mandatory for my existence, lol. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? A fake one. Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yeah. Do you watch music videos? No. Do you own an account on Club Penguin? Haha awww, remember the worldwide heartbreak when that site shut down? Anyway, I did as a kid. Do you like lemonade? Sure do. Was your first kiss perfect? To me it was. How do you feel about the first person you kissed? I feel a lot of things about him. As of right now, how do you feel about your future? Nervous. Who is the last person you ran into unexpectedly? *shrugs* Is sex something special, or just for fun? It has to be something special for me personally. Do you follow fashion? If so, why? Not at all. Have you ever played a real pinball machine? No. Do you like the smell of BBQs? I love the smell, but don't like the food. Do wasps scare you? Yes. Are you currently trying to get over someone? I mean, yes and no. I don't think I'll ever be fully over Jason, but I feel like I'm as "over him" as I'll ever be, maybe. I hope I can even further let him go, but we'll just have to see. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? HA, oh yeah. If it's only a dusting, I don't care at all. I pretty much always wear flip flops. How old were you when you met your first love? I was 15. If you could have one more pet, what? JUST one? Probably a Brazilian Black tarantula, ideally. I technically want a western hognose snake more, but given I already have a snake, in this hypothetical situation, I'd take the spider. Would you rather have an owl or a snake? Ha, speaking of snakes. A snake, even though I adore owls. What do you order at Chic-Fil-A? I don't give my business to Chick-fil-A. They're reigned by homophobic, transphobic pieces of shit that have given monetary contributions to anti-LGBT foundations, including most disgustingly those that support conversion therapy. I admittedly looooove their chicken sandwiches, but I just can't in good conscience go there. Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? No, given I've never smoked and will never. Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? Facebook. Did you enjoy your past relationships? Yeah. Do you like '80s music? '80s metal is great. Something you would NEVER buy? Drugs. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? I first questioned if I was bisexual in middle school, 8th grade I think, but I went into denial about it given I was Christian at the time. Looking back, there were many clear signs of me liking girls too, I just didn't notice them until a few years ago when I came out as bi. Do you like Star Wars? No. What is the best thing about life? Experiencing love, both platonic and romantic. Are you superstitious? No. What show/concert have you gone to that you didn’t like much? I haven't experienced a bad concert before, but then again I've only been to one. Is sex a must in your life? Nah. Have you watched porn alone before? I've never watched porn period. I have absolutely no desire to watch two random people go at each other. What do you think about weed? It should be legal everywhere, but treated similarly to alcohol in that there are legal repercussions to doing certain things, like driving, under the influence. There are just too many benefits for many health conditions to ignore. Have you read the entire Bible before? No. I've started to before, but I didn't get far.

[theamateurblogger]

Anon asked: “ do you write poly? if so could you write poly Tiffany x reader x Chucky? sfw and nsfw”

I have no problem writing poly! However, this is my first time ever writing it and lemme tell you if I ever wanted to be in a poly relationship with any characters, Chucky and Tiff would be at the very top of the list!!! Also, you didn’t specify if you wanted it for a female reader or not so I kind of assumed it was, but still kept it pretty gender neutral besides the end… 

*also, Tumblr fucked this post up like 3x before I could finally post it so that was great. 

SFW

When you first begin your relationship with Chucky and Tiff, you may feel a bit out of place. They have so much history together and such a strange dynamic; it will probably give you whiplash trying to navigate your way through this one. 

They’re both so different in the way they carry themselves in your guys’ relationship.

Tiffany is a natural romantic and she’s excited to be able to show that side of her personality with you because we all know Chucky boi isn’t very good with that kind of stuff. 

Her favorite thing to do with you is to take bubble baths and talk for hours. Essential Oils mixed with her cigarette smoke becomes your favorite thing.

Sometimes Chucky will even join. When he does, you can almost always count on his dirty jokes and let’s be real, he needed that fucking bath- dude has all kinds of dried blood on him and other questionable substances.  Sometimes, however, once in a blue moon, Chuck has a bad day and he just wants to sit there with you guys, grumbling under his breath about whatever’s bugging him this time. 

Most of the time, Tiff kicks his ass out of the room though, followed by him cursing at you guys and your giggling 

They’re both verrrrry protective of you. No one better fucking touch you.

Seriously. Their appreciation of your “innocence” can seem condescending at times,

“I can take care of myself guys”

Constantly in need of knowing what you are doing or what your plans are

Strange how so many people you’ve met end up found dead and on the news?

Even though they both have such dominant personalities and they bicker constantly, they always come together for you when you need it. Bad day? Cuddle session in bed, just staring up at the ceiling. Every now and then, Chucky will blurt out a joke apprehensively and you’ll all chuckle (maybe some eye rolls from you and Tiff). 

Even though he has a hard time showing it, Chucky loves you and Tiff and he doesn’t ever want to lose you, so he doesn’t mind going out of his comfort zone and trying to do things that will make you happy. Movie nights are his fave, especially horror and slasher films. He and Tiff practically get off on those and they spend the entire time cracking up about the victim’s faces and critiquing the killer’s moves. You just get to smile and appreciate the 2 hours of blissful time with them both when they aren’t fighting.

NSFW

Your guys’ relationship honestly isn’t as focused on sex as most would think. 

Don’t get me wrong, you all enjoy it very much, but it’s not an everyday thing ya know?

Tiff and Chucky can and will sexualize nearly everything between you three

Tiff has a major praise kink and nobody can tell me otherwise

When she has a fight with Chucky or he skips out on plans with you two and she’s just feeling a little down, sex with you is the perfect thing to make up for it. She likes to be told how proud you are of her and how beautiful she is and she appreciates the gentleness you have with her compared to the roughness Chucky gives her. 

The way you caress her and leave hickies all down her chest and the heated make out sessions??? Hell yeah. 

Chucky has a thing for watching. Whether it be when you and Tiff are in the bath, suds barely covering anything, or watching you two rub up against each other on the bed, gasping and writhing in pleasure. He loooooves it and will absolutely have a smile on his face, hands behind his head, watching smugly or groping his dick excitedly

But when its all three of you? Almost never soft. Expect bruises. 

Chucky’s absolute favorite is when he’s hitting you from the back with you on your hands and knees, eating Tiffany’s pussy out. Her hands are absolutely in your hair, pulling, tugging, praising 

On a particularly sadistic night though, you can expect Tiff to get a strap on and start thrusting into you from the front at the same time Chucky is thrusting into you from behind… they’ll obviously slap hands above you to complete the Eiffel tower position, laughing their asses off, teasing you about how you can never get enough cock or better yet, enough of them and how you’re sooo close and you’ve already come once but damn right they’re going to overstim you. And if you weren’t so fucking out of it, you’d love to watch them kiss over your shoulder

Orrrrr, they tie all of your limbs to the posts of the bed with a dildo choking you, an anal plug in your ass, and a vibrator tied to your hips. All while they get to sit on the couch in front of the bed, chain smoking cigarettes and laughingly speaking about how much of a slut you are for them, enjoying the way drool drips from your mouth and cum drips down onto the sheets. They love your whimpering and the noises you make. 

You can also expect nights where they refuse to touch you. 

They’ll be enjoying themselves, as you get to grumble and watch with wide eyes as Chucky slams his cock into Tiff over and over again. 

Let’s not forget the lovely nights that Tiff wants to put on a show for you two. The nights where she gets all dressed up in her lingerie and dances for you two, making complete eye contact and teasingly asking if you want her

*Let me know if you guys have any critiques for me or requests! This was my first writing for this blog and I’m sure I will learn more as I go!

[mymindsmadness]

Haunted

This is a KakaSaku fic I’m currently working on, and I’m in looooove with it. 

It’s a WIP so the summary/warnings might change, but I wanted to share an excerpt with you guys since you were so supportive with Scattered Petals. 

Unlike Scattered Petals, Haunted is a dark fic. It deals with a lot of heavy issues like PTSD, death, depression - so much. It’s basically the complete opposite. Just be warned before you read it! It’s 100% a love story at the end of the day, but it wont be all fluff.

Like SP, I wanted an ‘adult’ KakaSaku. It’s really important for me that they act their age and handle situations the way actual adults would. So, any tension won’t be in the realm of ‘does he like me’/’I’m not good enough for her’. I love a good trope, but my KakaSaku isn’t quite of that mindset. 

The full excerpt is under the cut, but be warned, it deals with issues of sexual assault, depression, and PTSD.

Summary: Joining ANBU had been the final act of a desperate woman after her marriage fell apart. She never expected it to be the thing that made her bonds stronger and her sense of self clearer. 

But Sakura Haruno had never been good when it came to talking about her problems. That was a dangerous thing when the ghosts of the actions you had to take in the name of duty haunted you. 

Enter Kakashi Hatake. He’d always been there when she needed him, and this time he comes baring libations.

Maybe together, they could find something worth living for.  

 Warnings: KakaSaku, ShikaIno, Anbu!Fic, Gore, Violence, Sexual assault, Mentions of rape, Depression, PTSD, Casual alcoholism, Hurt/comfort, Dark themes, Canon divergence (Boruto era), Friends to lovers (more might be added at a later time).

Excerpt 

She could feel the darkness pressing down on her even before she slipped in through his open window. The apartment was empty and dark, but that was okay. It was familiar. It was safe. That was one thing she could always count on Kakashi for. He had always stayed true to his word when it came to keeping her safe. And maybe it went against the strength she was trying to find in herself – to expect her sensei to protect her against the monsters that lived in her own head. But just for tonight, she didn’t want to be alone with them.

Sakura moved without seeing to the master bathroom, only turning on a light once she reached it. The door was left open, uncaring that it wasn’t her home. She ignored the dirt and dried blood that fell off of her clothes as she peeled them away. With each new layer, Sakura felt her resolve weaken. She sat in the empty tub before turning the hot water tap. By the time it reached her ankles, it was scalding. Hugging her knees to her chest, Sakura laid her forehead on top of them. She only moved from the position once to turn off the water when it grew cold.

That was exactly how he found her forty minutes later. Her head was still buried in her knees, but she could see the way he faltered at the door. She wanted to apologize. For being in his apartment, for being naked in his bathtub, for pushing all of this on him when he had no obligation to help her. By the time she lifted her head to look at him, he was stepping cautiously into the bathroom. She had been crying. Not delicate, beautiful tears like Ino had always managed, but big ugly sobs that left her face swollen and a patchy red. She was sure the tears had cut trails through the dried blood on her face. Even though she had been sitting in the cooling water for nearly an hour, and despite the fact that it had turned a pink so deep it was practically red, Sakura couldn’t bring herself to actually wash. She just wanted to sit in the scalding water until she didn’t feel like she had in that prison.

“I heard.” His voice was soft. He even tugged down his mask so she could see the full extent of his frown. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you…” A pause. “Sakura… Did they…” He licked his lips, seemingly unable to bring himself to say it. Maybe it had something to do with her current state of undress.

She had trouble speaking through the fresh set of sobs gathering in her throat, so she started with a soft shake of her head. “They came close.” She didn’t feel like explaining past that. “I’m sorry about your tub.”

Something akin to a smile. “You’re cute.” She tried to smile as he parroted her own words back at her, but when her eyes watered she buried her face back into the safety her arms. She understood what he was trying to convey. She had been there then, and he was going to be there now.

She felt the air shift as he kneeled beside the tub and heard it as he moved some things around. The water lapped around her slightly as he reached into the tub and pulled the stopper. She expected him to speak, but he didn’t. She didn’t try either for lack of words that conveyed the ache in her chest. When the tub was empty, she shivered slightly, but it didn’t last long. It was being filled again, the water’s temperature not quite as hot as she had made it.

Only when she felt the gentle brush of a washcloth over where her Anbu tattoo sat did Sakura lift her face again. His hand paused, apprehension in his eyes. He wanted to help her, but was as unsure as she was. “Is this okay?” He was whispering again.

She didn’t feel fear or repulsion from his touch. Just like she hadn’t felt it as Shika and Genma practically carried her through the gates. Because her boys were safe. Somewhere in the sane region of Sakura’s mind, she knew that helping her walk and being bathed were not in the same family. But she was okay. She was safe. Her head bobbed slightly in approval, but his movements were still careful.

She supposed it should have been awkward to have her old sensei and now friend wash her body. At the very least it should have felt intimate. As strange as it was, she found the act comforting. It was rare that anyone took care of her. With mask tugged around his neck and sleeves rolled to his elbows, Kakashi slowly washed away a week’s worth of dirt and blood. To his credit, his eyes and hands stayed focused on the task, never wandering or lingering. He was truly doing it for the sole purpose of taking care of her. The pile of used, bloody washcloths was nearly to the brim of the tub by the time he reached her face. Taking her chin gently between his fingers, Kakashi ran the warm washcloth over her sensitive skin. For lack of anywhere else to look, her eyes moved over the sharpness of his face.

He looked more his age with his features tightened and drawn; not that he was even that old. The years of heartache and loss weighed on him though. She could see it now. The way the snag between his brows left a little crease, even when he was perfectly relaxed. The way that the years of faking smiles had deepened the lines around his eyes. The way that even when his face was relaxed, his full lips tugged downward at the corner. It was all there, written on his features for the world to see. That was probably why he covered them with a mask.

His face was hidden from her as she closed her eyes, the warm cloth dabbing at her swollen lids. When she was sure he was done, she opened them again. She was lucky to have him in her life. Maybe that’s why she had thought of him in the darkness of that situation. Somehow, Kakashi Hatake had become her confidant and best friend over the years. Someone she could trust with her life. With anything, really. Their current state spoke to that.

“Kakashi.” His movements paused at the sound of her voice. Probably because it was the first thing either of them had spoken in over an hour. His eyes seemed to focus before finding hers. “Thank you.”

The smile he gave her was nothing more than a momentary twitch of the lips. Haunted. He was as haunted as she was. She could see it in his eyes. Hesitantly, he used the fingers that still held her chin to tilt her face upward a hair. Softly, his bare lips pressed to her forehead. He lingered there for a breath before pulling back and continuing on with his task.

It was a comforting gesture. One born out of care and friendship. It was something that Genma and Sai had done on occasion. Even Shikamaru had kissed her forehead once, after a particularly hard mission. That’s what made it all the more worrisome when Kakashi’s lips made her stomach drop in a way it hadn’t in years.      

[thinkaboutdobrik]

Mine → David Dobrik

this is two requests put together: one for angst with david at a party kissing another girl, the other for the reader and david saying ‘i love you’ for the first time

plot: the reader is at a party with david where one of the girls kisses him. all hell breaks loose but it has a happy ending

warning: angst (?), fighting, fluff at the end

a/n: i loooooved writing this!! like i'm actually proud for once? also i dont like kelsey aka fatherkels at all so i just had to include it here

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once again you were standing in the kitchen, surrounded by people, with a drink in your hand. it wasn't rare that David dragged you along with him and his friends to another wild party. these parties were legendary - enough to get some good footage which seemed to be the main priority on nights like these.

with the red solo cup in your hand you listened to stassie's many stories as zane cheered her on. natalie standing by your side snapped you out of your bored state of mind every now and then. your eyes would land on david's who had already gotten a head start looking for some sort of emotion in your eyes.

stassie's stories became fainted sounds as your eyes wandered over to kelsey and her awkward ways of flirting with david. david didn't pay it too much attention. either he was just too oblivious to realise, or he was thinking about what to capture next.

"ooh, look at those rings," kelsey said in awe and took a step closer to david, reaching for his hands. having you within sight only added more fuel to the fire when she noticed your inevitable eye rolls.

there wasn't necessarily any beef between the two of you, you just couldn't stand the way she gushed over david.

david was your territory and you had settled that a long time ago when the two of you developed strong feelings for eachother.

"your hands are soo big," kelsey continued, intertwining her fingers with his, playing with them and holding his hands close to her as she was standing only inches away from his face, eyes darting from yours to david.

david being the oblivious guy he is the only thing that came out of the boys mouth was a giggle.

a sigh escaped from your mouth. "bathroom?" natalie whispered as she gave you a concerned look noticing the tension between you and kelsey. you quickly glanced over at natalie before heading towards the bathroom.

slamming the door shut you leaned up against the wall as another sigh escaped from your mouth. "i know," natalie said.

"obviously it's getting to me how she's all over him. i told you from the moment i got here i didn't like her," you said, clenching your fists and staring at your own reflexion in the mirror.

"don't pay it too much attention. focus on something else. you can have david all to yourself after the party." natalie joked trying to lighten the mood a little. "let's get back outside. if we're in here for too long she's for sure gonna know somethings up."

pulling yourself together you took a big gulp of whatever liquor was left in your cup. the burning liquor was just what you needed right now, considering only god knows what had happened on the other side of the wall the past few minutes you were away.

"i'm just gonna go up to him and act like she's not there." you said announcing your plan to natalie. what could go wrong?

searching for the brown haired boy your eyes finally landed on him as you looked over at the pool table. of course, right next to him was the woman of the hour.

kissing your teeth you clenched your jaw slightly before taking another gulp of your drink. you flipped your hair over your shoulder and walked towards them, a fake smile plastered on your face.

"can i help you?" kelsey's voice rang as you approached them. david, leaning against the pool table with a camera in his hand, had an indescribably expression on his face as kelsey slid her hands around his waist.

you swallowed hard, knowing any comment coming off the wrong way was enough to rub you the wrong way. "just wanted to talk to my friend. do you mind?"

she pulled him tighter and rolled her eyes. "he's busy. you can go somewhere else." she said and shooed you off with her hands.

your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes narrowed. "excuse me?" you harshly said, being taken aback by her sudden comment.

"guys-" david chimed in, trying to control whatever was going on, but he miserably failed as you took a step forward.

"did i do something to you?" you tilted your head in confusion, shooting her a mean look.

her immediate response was to raise her eyebrows, curious as to what your next move would be.

you furrowed your eyebrows even more and scoffed loudly before turning around to leave the situation. upon turning around you were stopped by natalie who held her palms to your chest as she looked over your shoulder. catching on to her look you turned around too.

you turned around only to see kelsey's lips firmly pressed against david's. your jaw dropped, eyes widened, fists clenched together at the sight of her tongue making her way down david's throat.

your only instinct was to snap. and you did. your palms landed on her shoulders followed by a forceful push causing her to stumble backwards before landing on the ground.

before you knew it she was already standing up. an angry, pissed off, look appeared on her face before she bolted towards you. one palm in the air she returned your push with a hard slap across your face, instantly turning your cheek red. your jaw dropped as you turned around, placing your palm to your face, hovering over your throbbing cheek.

"stop, stop, stop!!" zane yelled in attempt of holding kelsey back. what had previously been guests at the party were now surrounding you creating an audience as the show was about to continue.

having a really short temper, out of nowhere your instant reaction was to go at her, but before even reaching her face you crashed onto the ground, jaw hurting like hell as a metallic taste came to your mouth.

you felt hands underneath your arms, making you jump at first, pulling you up from the ground and away from the crowd. shaking them off, you hurried your way out to the backyard with your palm still on your face.

no one seemed to be hanging out in the backyard - they were too focused on what was happening inside, which allowed you to take a deep breath. your entire body was shaking as you sat down on the grass.

small footsteps approached you from behind, and without turning to look you already knew who it was.

"don't. you don't need to be here." you firmly said with no expression in your tone as you pulled the sleeve of your sweater to use it as a cloth.

"yes, i do. what was that about?" david asked as a quizzical expression fell onto his face. he sat down next to you, feet crossed as he examined your face.

your body tensed up again. "you're telling me you didn't mind her hands all over you like that? the way she poke to me? you're telling me you didn't mind that?" you spat, angry at the way he spoke to you as if everything was your fault.

"no, that's not what i said-" he said before cutting himself off with a sigh.

"david, i came here for you. i came here with you. and look where i'm at." you said before continuing wiping your lip leaving blood stains all over your sweater.

david sighed and a sad expression appeared on his face. "i'm sorry that happened. i should've stopped it. i should've stopped her. i'm so sorry. i didn't know you'd get hurt like this."

you scoffed at his words, shrugging them off as you looked in another direction.

"here." he said and changed his position. he reached out his hand as he covered it with his sleeve before gently holding your face with one palm and wiping the blood with his other.

your eyes landed on the ground as you felt his gentle touches caring for you. your eyes met david's and you gazed into them, silence hitting the two of you before you spoke. "do you like her? kelsey?"

a small grin appeared on david's face as he let out a small chuckle, "not really, no."

"i don't know what came over me. i was already tense enough just knowing her and her friends were gonna be here... but when she kissed you, i-" you sighed and interrupted yourself at the thought of what you were going to say next.

"you what?" david asked, twisting his sleeve to use the other side.

"i realised i like you more than i thought." you said, your eyes never leaving david's. you swallowed hard at the feeling of the knot in your stomach getting bigger by the second.

"david, I love you." you confessed.

david stopped the wiping of your face and smiled lovingly at you, lowering his hands and placing them ontop of yours. he let out a small, relieved chuckle before leaning in towards you, placing a soft, warm kiss on your lips. he pulled away, still with a smile glued to his face. "i love you too, y/n."

[h3llostrang3r]

I’ve got your back - (TRR)

Drake x Sophie x Liam

Song Suggestion: Mama said knock you out - LL Cool J

Word Count: 1,654

Warning: Mature - Language, fighting, sexual harassment.

Summary: From the @choices-september-challenge  prompt, “fight.” A story of what happens when; a duchess, a commoner, and a prince walk into a bar.

Notes: My fics are in an AU. Sophie is Cordonian born and comes from a noble family. A while back someone in the fandom answered an ask along the lines of, “If Drake and Liam were to get into a bar fight, what song would be playing in the background?” The blogger answered with the song suggested above, the answer stuck with me and this fic was born.

Cordonia, years before Leo’s abdication.

Sophie is visiting Liam and Drake at the palace , per usual, during her summer vacation. She’s had a fight with her mother on the phone and she needs to unwind. Not satisfied with staying in, Sophie convinces Liam and Drake to sneak out with her and head to the bar. After marching their way far enough from the palace they hail a cab. Everyone is dressed in casual clothing in hopes that no one will give the prince a second look, other than the ladies because they swoon every time without fail. As they arrive, Liam offers to buy the first round of drinks. Drake and Sophie claim the dart board while waiting for Liam.

“Promise to go easy on me, Drake?” Sophie bats her eyelashes up at Drake and pouts her already plump lips out. He locks eyes with her stepping closer to her with a smirk on his face. She tilts her head up as he comes closer, trying to maintain eye contact despite their height difference. She loses her pout as she unintentionally holds her breath. Her heart suddenly beating faster. She can smell his cologne and has the sudden urge to close the already small gap between them. Don’t forget to breathe, Sophie.

“We both know that’s not going to happen, Thorn.” His voice so low and husky, it sends a shiver down her spine. Hands in his pockets he forces himself not to reach out and stroke her flushed cheek and concentrates to keep his eyes locked with hers and not drift down to her soft, full lips. “What are you? One of the top 10 archers in all of Cordonia? I think you’ll be just fine playing darts.”

Tilting her chin up a bit more and rising up to her tippy toes, so her lips reach closer to his, she playfully smiles. “I’m pretty sure that’s top 5, but fine - I promise not to show off tonight.” Drake could feel himself gravitate towards her lips. The two are startled by Liam returning with the drinks. Sophie backs away a few steps and reaches for her drink, “Double shots of whiskey? Liam is not playing tonight.”

“Oh, they were ah - ahem. Compliments of the fine woman behind the bar.” Liam directs their attention to the bar where the bartender stands , eagerly waving at Liam. He offers her a nod and smile in return.

“Well, if it’s going to get us free drinks the rest of the night, I’m not complaining.” Drake grinned as he brought his drink to his lips.

Laughter fills their corner of the room, but after about 20 minutes of playing, Sophie is the victor. Having enough of Sophie’s victory dance, Liam and Drake head to the bar for another round of drinks, while Sophie gears up for a game of pool. Out of the corner of her eye she notices a sloppy male patron stumbling her way. She tries her best to focus on only the pool table in hopes he will take the hint. He continues to slur obscene pick up lines and clearly becomes agitated when Sophie doesn’t acknowledge him. Having placed all the pool balls in their respective places, she pushes the triangle towards the center of the table. The patron takes the opportunity to slide closer to her and his hand travels from her thigh to her backside.

Sophie finally turns her attention to the man with disgust and disbelief. She feels the hand being lifted off her bottom, but it wasn’t the man’s doing. She turns her attention further to see Drake with the man’s wrist gripped tightly in his hand and Liam standing directly behind the patron.

“I seriously doubt she gave you permission to touch her. You better back out of here real quick.” The anger in Drake’s voice rises with each word. There’s a crinkle in between his brows , the muscles on his arms flexing, and Sophie can’t help, but notice. Hot.

“Oh she wants it…” The man’s words are sloppy , but his intentions are clear.

“Sir, apologize to the lady then leave...” Liam’s stare is intense, subtly his chest puffs out, and his jaw clenches. Also hot. Fuck, how much have I had to drink? Calm your lady bits, Sophie.

The man turns to face Liam, “What are you, her mommy?” Before Liam and Drake can react, the man’s free hand turns into a fist and connects with Drake’s face. Liam grabs the man by the shoulder and throws a punch. The patron lands hard on the floor, not moving, but still breathing.

“Whoa.” Sophie’s mouth goes slack , eyes wide as they dart between Drake and Liam.

“Rickie!!” Several large men approach the trio and find their friend passed out on the floor. “Think you guys are tough, huh?” Sophie slowly starts to back away, making sure to grab a drink for each hand. The men slowly surround Drake and Liam pushing them back to back, and when they try to push forward, a fist from one of the men swings for their face. Drake and Liam erupt through the group of men trying to give themselves space in order to take them on.

Sophie knocks back one drink as she stumbles for the jukebox. “Where is it?” She squints her eyes trying to focus her vision on the tiny words on the screen. “I’m gunna knock you out…” She hums to herself , she finds the song she’s looking for. Pleased with herself she begins to sip the second drink looking for a safe place to sit. She notices Drake in one corner throwing punches and in the other corner is Liam, dodging attacks and tossing guys to the ground. Hhhmm. I’m horny all of a sudden, weird. Sophie is momentarily lost in her thoughts until she hears Drake cry out.

Slowly losing the fight, Drake is being restrained by one man with a cue stick against Drake’s chest while another man tries to punch him. Drake manages to dodge the first attack with a kick to the man’s gut, but a third man delivers a landing blow. Sophie finishes the second drink, trying to shake off the burn as she runs to Drake’s aid. She jumps onto the nearby chair, then table and leaps into the air landing on one of the patron’s back. Her legs wrapped tight around their waist and her arms snake around his neck keeping him in a chokehold. The patron does his best to fling her off, but she doesn’t budge. He starts backing up then proceeds to run into the wall, slamming her hard. Her back is in pain and her head is throbbing, but her hold remains tight. She starts to feel herself being lowered, he’s passing out. She lands on her feet as he slips to the floor. With all her might she delivers a kick to his ribs, hoping he’ll receive a bruised prize in the morning.

“Thanks, Thorn.” Drake manages to call out as she kisses the air and gives him a wink.

She runs to assist Liam next, adrenaline pumping, giving her a second wind. Another three versus one. Two men are holding Liam’s arms and the third is delivering the punches, or at least trying to. Liam is swinging the two men so hard they are having a hard time standing up, but they manage to hang on. This time she grabs one of the guys and forces them to face her. Her greeting is welcomed with a large fist to her face. Holy. Shit. Ouch, ouch, ouch. After stumbling back a few steps, she regains her balance and comes back with a single blow that knocks him out. With one arm free, Liam slams the second man on the pool table and clocks him in the face. The third man stumbles to the ground before picking himself up and running off.

Police sirens are closing in on the bar, Liam looks for an exit and his new friend behind the bar points him to the bar’s kitchen. He yells for Drake’s attention and points him to the direction , Drake searches for Sophie and finds her still fighting. He backs her out of the fight and throws her over his shoulder. Before Drake can get them through the door , Sophie bids the bar farewell with two middle fingers and a smile that slightly covered in blood. After making their escape, they hide in a quiet alley. Drake settles Sophie on the ground while Liam answers a phone call from one of the head guards.

“Damn Thorn, you took one hell of a beating. You okay?” Sophie closes her eyes and savors the feel of Drake’s thumb gliding over her bottom lip. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at him through her long lashes.

“I’ll live.” Her voice so low it’s almost a whisper. She reaches up and moves hair from his face and notices his black eye. “Whoa. Look who’s talking. That shiner is going to be a beauty in the morning.” Drake chuckles as he leans into her touch. They stay there for a few moments until Liam comes back with news of the royal guard coming with a car.

“Liam! Not you too.” Sophie cups his face in her hands and horror spreads across her face. “Your dad is going to kill you both. Then he’s going to send me back home to my dad, and he’s going to kill me.” She notices something in Liam’s shirt pocket. “Hey. Hey. What is this?” She grabs the paper from him and inspects it carefully. Liam hangs his head in embarrassment.

“Really Liam, the bartender’s number? Power to you but, I am so sure you’re dad would just looooove for you to be dating someone outside of the court. HA.” Sophie snorts at herself as she joins them on the curb as they wait for their ride.

[spocksmalewife]

My thoughts on MOM below the cut!!! [SPOILERS, OBV]

it was so much fun! Had me in the first half, ngl (before the attack on kamar taj) b/c the dialogue was like fanfic (not in a good way) and I thought it was just gonna be another one of those films where marvel tries to cram in as many new characters as possible, but it seems like after the attack Raimi was able to have a lot of fun with it! 

I looooove how unhinged they made Wanda in this. She was like all the classic horror baddies wrapped into one. You could see the nods to shit like the ring (crawling out of the gong) and Carrie (exiting the burning room covered in blood with her fingers gnarled), and zombies (thanks, Raimi!) 

The leaning in to horror in general was so much fun, and just how crazy they went conceptually with it. And how they tied it into real witch and demonology lore! Like the mirror dimension scene was one of my faves, I love how they had to cover all the reflective surfaces so Wanda couldn’t escape. Love the little meta sprinkled in about how our dreams are just alternate versions of ourselves, and the whole ‘’ever dream of falling off a really tall building? That was probably me’’ (in that case, some universe hopping bitch out there probably really despises me cuz that’s all I dreamed about for a good few years lol). That being said, this movie is probably not good for those who suffer with psychosis 😬 

The learning about the dreamwalking scene was fantastic, not just because of the direction and campy warped filming, but the music was so damn good! The electric guitar was so reminiscent of the shitty 70s Doctor Strange movie, but in a nostalgic and fun way lol. Thanks, Danny Elfman! Also, what a cool concept! 

Also, idk why ppl on twitter were shitting on Danny’s score for this? Sure, it’s weird to listen to it on its own, and it’s not ~the greatest~ but it worked so well in the movie! Also they were complaining about how he shelved Strange’s leifmotif, but he actually used it within the first 10 minutes of screentime? (granted he didn’t use it anymore lol probably because of all the crazy shit going on there wasn’t really a quiet moment with him)

It ended up being a more Wanda-driven film, but I’m not mad! I love how they did her arc in this. Also, I don’t like how they’ve been making Strange out to be this wise-guy joke cracking type. He’s basically just Stark 2.0 now. I feel like he would be much better off played as the straight man (partly b/c benedict can’t act the jokey type </3).

I’m so glad that Wong is the sorcerer supreme. It would have been far too stupid to have Stephen be it since Wong obv knows more than him lol

I’m so happy about how they treated Christine in this! Seeing her have a prominent role, I was dreading that they’d try to shoehorn her and Strange together but they left it just like they did the first movie!; A complicated mess of feelings, and ultimately respected Christine’s original decision (because Strange is an asshole, and I’m glad that we got the ‘I was afraid’ candidness from him). 

Also wanted to point out the return of that glowing cauldron from the first movie when kaicilius asks Strange ‘‘you don’t know how to use that, do you?’’ but this time Christine does lolol. There were other continuity successes that I really appreciated, like the vaulting boots that baron mordo had. The watch playing a prominent role was really sweet too.

Not much to say about America, probably b/c this is still her first appearance and she hasn’t been established yet. She’s cute tho! I hope she finds here moms.

I initially thought the tribunal ‘Illuminati’ name/concept was stupid, but finding out that Strange established it while coked up on the darkhold, it makes more sense. 

Gore! Gore! Gore! So much creative gore!

I just really loved the fucking with reality. Not just the universe hopping, but the blurring of the barriers between the mind and reality. The Charles Xavier scene where he tries to rescue otherWanda from her mind was gorgeous! The use of liminal imagery in this and in general across the film was so lovely.

Just the batshit balls-to-the-wall plot development. Strange can’t dreamwalk in his home universe b/c he needs a variant body to inhabit? Why not the dead body of otherStrange they just interred!!?? Oh he needs to fly to the crypt? Why not make a cloak out of the demon psychopomps that have been pestering him!!!!!??? Fuck it!! ((btw, ABZJharding... were you a creative consultant on this?)) It’s like that whole creativity test where it asks you all the things you can use a paperclip for and the true ‘creatives’ ask ‘‘well, can it be 50ft tall and made of rubber?’’ That’s Raimi.

The music note battle scene specifically was weird (but a good example of the above), so I could just see Raimi putting it in so Danny could have fun scoring it :P

I love the nods to the comics, specifically Bachalo!Strange ! The octopus creature at the beginning, the third eyes, and the red scarf that is just the cloak in disguise! Also, love how the creatures can’t be seen unless they’re revealed with magic. Another detail from the comics! I’d love to have them explore Stephen’s ‘magic toll’ in the future and have him have to start eating magical foods to keep up. 

CLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (that’s all ~<3)

Side note: It was kinda cruel what stephen did to that hotdog vendor, and it was played for laughs? He was just worried some rando was stealing from a museum!

Ultimately, the characters in this were all treated with respect, and I appreciate that. It would have been so easy for Raimi to just write this off as another stupid marvel film, but it looks like he actually cared about making something both fun and satisfying. Thank you!

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You’re out on the streets with Kevin, and there’s always a singer at the corner of Olde Towne and Wads. The singer is usually boisterous, and you always tip them. One day, you pass them by, and they’re singing very passionately. Passionately enough, in fact, that you see that they’ve started crying during their performance. Neither of you have seen such raw emotion in a street performer before. What do the two of you do?

The both of us would stand there awestruck and then I’d give him a little extra when I tipped him. 

2. Every year on Randy’s birthday since his passing, you, QR and Randy’s old girlfriend get together and ride the train up the mountain and get food from his favorite Chinese restaurant. Usually, the event passes without incident, but this year, the train’s barely started moving before Kevin starts crying. What do you all do?

“Aww, honey,” I’d wrap him in a hug and sit with him and the others would join in and hug him as well. 

3. You decide you want to take lessons from QR’s session sax player. She’s trying to teach you a technique to get the right sound from the instrument, and you’re not understanding. After a while, the teacher gets up to take a break. You’re devastated, thinking it’s something you’ve done, so you follow her to apologize. You find her talking to Randy, and she says, “I love her to death, but I just don’t know how to describe what she has to do, I’m failing as a teacher.” She sighs and says, “If I can try to describe it to you, do you think you could teach it to her? You’re better at it than I am.” What does Randy say and what do you do?

“You may just need to be patient or teach it to her another way.” I’d feel guilty and apologize for being so hard to teach.

 4. Someone was found dead at the Motley house, and Mick tells you that Nikki was arrested and taken into custody. You manage to get to see him, and you ask what happened. He says to you, “I never killed anybody, it was a gun.” How do you respond, and do you ever get the details of what happened?

I’d try to get more out of him but I wouldn’t. He’d be proven innocent because of insufficient evidence. 

5. Kevin is complaining about finding an entire new band since Randy died and Drew left and Rudy is with Ozzy. You ask why he hasn’t just settled on someone yet, and he says, “I’d rather die on my feet than live a life on my knees.” The session sax player they hired a while back is with you (she’s not consistently in the band but hangs out with you guys a lot) and she just giggles and says, “Giggity.” You have no idea what she means. What do the two of you do?

“What the fuck does that mean?” Kevin asks. I’d just look at her and wait for her to elaborate. 

6. QR is finalizing their album with the guest sax player. There’s only two tracks left for her to come in and play on, but you all get a call from her boss one day to hear that she lost two fingers in an accident at work. It’s not possible to play sax without all your fingers. What do the 5 of you do?

I’d try to convince the boys to let her finish. I’d try to find a way to help her finish the last two tracks. 

7. You’re on a plane with QR and one of their songs comes on over the speakers while everyone is boarding from the terminal. You all shout, “Hey!” before singing your respective parts (you and Kevin sing the words, Randy sings the guitar part, Rudy sings the bass part, and Drew taps his rhythm out on the armrests). When the song finishes you all laugh a little. How does the rest of the plane respond?

They’d all start clapping. Amazed that we were able to do that. 

8. You’re helping a neighbor lady in her yard with Kevin one day when the neighborhood cat comes around. It doesn’t belong to anyone individually, but everyone takes care of it where they can. Kevin says, “I’m going to name him Biscuit.” With utmost certainty, the lady says, “Her name is Daisy.” Kevin looks outwardly offended. How does he respond to the lady and what do you do?

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s Biscuit.” They would argue and I’d finish the task before dragging Kevin away and apologizing to the lady. 

9. You’re looking for something at Home Depot with Crue. You eventually find where what you need is supposed to be, but it’s empty aside from the inventory at the top of the shelves. You sigh, since most of the employees are useless. Tommy scoffs and says, “We don’t need them.” and before you can say anything, he begins scaling the shelves to get what you need. What do you do?

“Just be careful Tommy. I don’t need you falling and breaking an arm before next weeks show.” 

10. QR can’t figure out the right mix of backing vocals on their record. They asked you to help, since they wanted higher harmonies, but your range was too low. They’re just stumped until the session sax player volunteers to try. “I’m not great, but it’ll be cheaper than finding someone else, if I can do what you want.” The boys figure, why not? and let her in there. Randy shows her which part to sing, and sends her in. You sit out with the boys to hear her, and she blows you all away with the notes she can reach. When finished, she asks from inside the booth, “How was that?” What do each of you do?

They’re all amazed and can’t say anything so I say, “That was amazing. You did great.” And giving her a thumbs up. 

11. Kevin took you to see Crue at a big arena one day. You’re having a blast, until about halfway through the show. Nikki hasn’t been looking so good, and halfway through Dr. Feelgood, he collapses facefirst off the front of he stage. What do you and Kevin do, and what happens next?

“Come on Kevin we have to see if he’s ok.” By the time we get there they’ve already carried him backstage. We heard later that he was fine.

 ——————– 

1) You, Kevin, and Randy are on a plane and the kid behind you keeps screaming. After two hours of the four hour plane ride Kevin whips around and says. “Hey, can you shut the brat up?” What do you and Randy do? 

2) You’re sitting on the end of the couch while Kevin is sprawled out. Kevin’s girlfriends dog keeps trying to jump up and lick his face. He keeps pushing him off and telling him to go away. Your laughing and say, “He just wants to looooove you.” How does Kevin respond? 

3) You and Randy are puppysitting for Kevin and his girlfriend. Randy accidentally leaves the door open and the puppy gets out and starts running down the street. What do the two of you do? 

4) Your band and QR are the best of friends, but are viewed as rivals by the public. Randy and you are dating and everyone you see always asks if you’re like Romeo and Juliet because of your bands’ “apparent fighting.” How do the two of you usually respond? 

5) You take Randy home to meet your family. You’re talking with your uncle when he brings up the new hit from QR. “I don’t like them.” Your uncle says. “Why?” You ask. “They perform satanic rituals.” How does Randy respond? 

6) While out somewhere with Crüe, you hear the guy in front of you go, “Yeah, I had Shout at the Devil for a week. But I gave it away because I thought it was possessed.” How do you and the boys respond?

 7) You’re in the kitchen getting snacks together for a long road trip. Your start to ask Randy what he wants. “Orange” “no” “Apple” “no” “pear” “no” You stop and look at him, “How about a swift kick to the ass?” How does Randy respond? 

8) It’s late at night when you get a knock at your door. It’s your friend who’s dating Nikki. When you open the door she has a black eye. “He…uh…hit me.” What do you do? 

9) You and your roommate Stephen have decided to do spring cleaning. He sets some of his stuff in the living room and you notice a pair of leather pants you’ve been missing for months. You pick them up and go to Stephen, “Aren’t these the pants I’ve been missing for months and you said you hasn’t seen?” How does he respond? 

10) When you get home from work you find Kevin and Randy sitting on the couch. Kevin is covered in blood(not human) and Randy is holding a harpoon. What did they do and how do you react? 

11) You go to your roommate Stephen’s first gig with his band to support him. Their phenomenal and completely blow you away. After the show he comes up to you and says, “So what did you think? Was it good?” He pauses, “Of course not. You’re boyfriend Randy’s band is so much better than us.” How do you respond?

 @osbournebemydaddy your turn, love

[thethespacecoyote]

“Jack Loves Cats”

“You little jerk. You know exactly what you’re doing,” Jack grumbled as the cat licked its chops, staring innocently up at the A.I. It probably couldn’t even see him properly, no one but Rhys could see him unless he was plugged into Helios or some other system, but with the way the cat was looking at him Jack felt like it could sense he was there.

He swallowed and counted to three before he reached his hand out towards it. Digital fingers trembling softly as his palm slowly descended upon the top of the cat’s head—

—And immediately phased right through it.

Inspired by this picture, and my own headcanon that Helios is infested with stray cats c:

Helios had…mostly remained the same while Jack had been gone.

A couple of his statues needed dusting, and there were a few mutinous pricks that had tried to fill the power vacuum that had to be air-locked, but otherwise Jack had been able to slid effortlessly back into place atop Hyperion after giving Rhys a mollifying slice of the pie.

So things were mostly the same. In fact, Jack didn’t even notice any change until he had tagged alongside Rhys on a trip down to the Hub to patronize some chintzy little cafe that apparently had “the best ice cream in this arm of the galaxy.” Jack had been sourly floating in the chair across from Rhys, watching with thinly veiled jealously as the kid scarfed down a veritable tower of ice cream, when a tiny little noise sounded right behind him.

Jack furrowed his brow, picking at his ear. Was he getting some kind of weird feedback from the kid?

The noise sounded again, and this time Rhys perked up, setting down his spoon. Jack peered over the table as Rhys scooted out his chair, letting out a tiny gasp as he bent down.

“Hey there little guy, you lost?”

Jack curiously followed Rhys hand, his eyes widening as he saw what had been making the sounds.

It was…it was a cat.

“Wh….Why….Why is there a cat here?” Jack fumbled, staring in surprise as the cat rubbed its velvety ears against Rhys’ cybernetic fingers. It let out another mew, turning around to look up with big, bright blue eyes.

Jack gulped.

“Oh…” Rhys tilted his head. “I guess it did happen after you…while you were gone.” He quickly amended, scratching the cat’s head thoughtfully.

“Well, the rumor goes that someone accidentally brought two feral cats from Pandora and well they….kind of got out and started to breed.” Rhys shrugged. “So now….Helios has a little bit of a cat problem. Whoops?”

The cat was purring so loud that Jack could hear it. It was white with little spots of brown and grey that reminded Jack of blood splatter. He felt himself drifting inch by inch off of his chair, gravitating towards the cat before he realized what he was doing.

A smile played on Rhys’ lips that made Jack wanna punch it off. The young man quickly busied himself with his ice cream, practically licking his plate clean before rising to his feet.

“I’m gonna order myself a coffee to wash all that down, I’ll be right back!” And with that Rhys whisked away, leaving Jack alone with—with the cat.

The A.I. nobly resisted the urge for a scant few moments, before he flickered up off his chair with an acquiescing grunt.

Jack crouched next to the cat, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at it. It paid no mind to him, sitting back on its haunches as it licked it paw and rubbed at its muzzle. It wrinkled its little pink nose, whiskers fluttering.

Jack cursed at his own weakness as he intently watched the cat groom itself. He’d browsed plenty of videos of cats in his downtime, but it had been a long, long time since he’d ever been close to a real one.

“You little jerk. You know exactly what you’re doing,” Jack grumbled as the cat licked its chops, staring innocently up at the A.I. It probably couldn’t even see him properly, no one but Rhys could see him unless he was plugged into Helios or some other system, but with the way the cat was looking at him Jack felt like it could sense he was there.

He swallowed and counted to three before he reached his hand out towards it. Digital fingers trembling softly as his palm slowly descended upon the top of the cat’s head—

—And immediately phased right through it.

Jack stared, his mouth falling open. What else did you expect to happen? his rational brain needled at him, but frustration still growled up inside of him as he moved his hand through the cat’s body again and again, only to be rewarded with nothing more than affirmation of his own incorporeality.

“Ugh, this is frikkin’ stupid!” Jack roared, his voice cracking with feedback as he shot up to his feet. The cat bristled, letting out a concerned growl before scampering away. The CEO sneered, waving his arms angrily.

“Yeah that’s right, you better run! Stupid cat!” He snarled just as Rhys returned to the table with a steaming to-go cup in hand. One eyebrow raised at the CEO as Rhys took a sip.

“So…what was that about?”

“Nothing,” Jack scowled, firmly crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the cat weave between the legs of the Hub’s crowds.

“You done here, kiddo? Let’s get to work already.” Jack tore his glance away from the cat, determined to force it from his mind by throwing himself headlong into his duties for the day.

Pouring over work was fine for awhile, but by the time they’d both retired to Jack’s penthouse and Rhys had decided to take an early night the A.I.’s thoughts fluttered back to the cat. He stared at his hands, annoyed that he could see the folds of the bed through them. Rhys tossed besides him, sighing as he rolled onto his side to face the A.I.

“You know, it’s hard to get to sleep when you’re up….need to program you like…a night-mode or something…” Rhys murmured as he rubbed at his eyes, looking blearily up at the tense A.I.

“Wassup?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Jack huffed. Rhys shot him a disbelieving look, hugging a pillow to his chest as he rolled over onto his belly.

“Are you. Still…mad about the cat?” A prickle of annoyance ran through Jack’s body. The A.I. threw up his hands and flopped back in the air.

“It’s just stupid! I can possess an entire space station, cut off oxygen in specific sectors, fire frikkin’ moonshots with my mind but I can’t pet a stupid cat!” The A.I. raged, kicking his feet into the air like a child having a tantrum.

Rhys tapped his lips, shivering as one of Jack’s flailing limbs phased right through his head.

“Okay…if I….help you pet a cat…will you calm down enough to let me go to bed?”

Jack paused in his anger, flipping onto his stomach and looking right at Rhys with abruptly wide, hopeful eyes.  

“You mean it? Really?”

“Yep. Long as you let me get some rest after, we can do it right now.” Rhys sat up, tossing the covers off of his body as he poked around for his slippers, Jack floating excitedly after him.

“Pumpkin. Kiddo. You’re getting a raise for this.”

“Uh huh.” Rhys would have started to nod off if the warm prickling of Jack in his subsystems wasn’t keeping him awake. Jack could tell he really wanted to be in bed, but he could hardly pay attention to what Rhys wanted when he had a fluffy auburn tabby purring and nuzzling against the cybernetic palm he was currently in control of.

“Heh. Little fighter, ain’t ya?” Jack cooed as the cat pawed at one of Rhys’ fingers, nibbling testingly at the nubby tip. It had taken them only a couple of minutes to find one of the stray cats, and only a couple minutes more to find one that wouldn’t scamper away and hiss at being approached. This one in particular was wildly affectionate, purring like a rattly hard-drive as it rubbed up against Rhys’ leg as Jack tittered and tickled under its chin.

“You better not get cat hair in the joints…” Rhys sighed, propping his chin up in his other hand, trying not to nod off as Jack use his arm to fawn all over the cat.

“I’m gonna take it home,” Jack stated, scooping up the animal as best as he could with one arm. Rhys spluttered, eyes going wide.

“What? Jack, no, it’s a stray!”

“So!” The A.I. growled as he used Rhys’ arm to cradle the cat against his chest. Rhys could feel the purring in his lungs, his nose twitching at the tickling hairs wafting up towards him.

“Loooook, kiddo, he loooooves you,” Jack cooed the cat nuzzled into Rhys’ chest. The young man grumbled, looking down at the cuddly animal that had latched itself onto him.

“I’m not getting any sleep tonight, am I?”

[soulspideys]

melodramatic - peter parker

request: Hi, I don't know if you've already done this, but could you please do the "alright, i'll leave you alone" prompt for peter parker? Thank you so much, and I love your writing by the way! -anonymous

notes: this is so short rip but it took me forever to be satisfied so this is what we got. basically just a lot of gross fluff. peter and y/n are dating. also i have a lot of requests, thank you guys :)) can’t wait to start writing all of them!

word count: 484

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“Hey, Pete!”

Peter jumped slightly as his girlfriend skipped to his side, grabbing his arm. He beamed, his smile practically brightening up the entire hallway. “Hi! We still on for movie night?”

“Oh, um, yeah... yeah.”

His face comically fell. “You forgot.”

“What? Noooo....” Feeling her cheeks heat up, y/n looked down at the ground in shame. “Sorry. With finals and everything, life has been hectic....”

Peter laughed sharply, and she glanced up at him. “What’s so funny?”

“I understand. Probably more than you think.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He turned from his open locker to look at her. “But you’re still coming over tonight?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” y/n smiled. “If you’ll still have me.”

“What?” Peter laughed, bringing a hand up to cup her face and kissing her forehead gently. “I’d give up being -- ahem, I’d give up anything to go on a date with you.”

“Alright, alright,” giggled y/n. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Peter stepped closer, looping his arm around her waist and peppering the side of her face with kisses. “I loooove you, y/n. Soooo much. I can’t wait to watch dumb movies with you and make out and then pretend like we weren’t when May walks in.”

“Stop!” y/n giggled. “Peter, people are staring!”

He brought up his hand, tickling his girlfriend’s stomach as he continued to cover her in kisses. “And we’re going to cuddle and I won’t be paying attention to the movie because I’ll be so focused on watching you and you’ll get mad when you want to discuss the themes of the film and I’ll say I’m sorry but I won’t be sorry because I looooove you sooooo much. I -- love -- you.” He emphasized each word with a kiss.

“Peter!” y/n, a smile on her face, pushed her boyfriend away. He jutted out his bottom lip in a pout, and she blushed. “Everyone’s looking at us, Pete. We’re being that couple.” When he didn’t look convinced, she added, “I love you, you know.”

Peter paused. Finally he sniffed dramatically, slammed his locker shut, and turned down the hallway. “Alright, I’ll leave you alone.”

“What? No! Peter!”

He started down the hallway, and y/n grabbed his wrist. With surprising strength, he pulled her with him down the hallway. She dug her heels in, giggling all the way. Just as they reached the corner, Flash came around it, instantly taking in the situation.

“Oh, gross,” he snorted. “Penis Parker PDA in the hundreds hallway!”

Peter and y/n stepped back, allowing Flash to pass. When he was gone, y/n linked her hand with Peter’s, smiling at him. “Well, if it annoys Flash....”

Beaming, Peter swooped down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, his smile was ten times brighter than before. He threw his arm around her shoulder, and the two made their way down the hallway together.

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