#They got shorter as I went because I'm a sleepy bitch sorry

[mortuarywriting]

Its 1am and I should sleep but that's not happening so I'm thinking about this thing I've been turning over in my head.

Anyway here's how your softness as a fat partner to the 141 + whoever comes to mind with as a bonus is a grounding force

The mission was supposed to be short and easy. Drop in the bucket compared to some of the others, but when does it ever go like the brief? They're a week over, now, and while no news was good news you'd kill for a text. An emoji would be fine, you'd settle for a garbled keyboard smash as proof of life.

Still, civilian life doesn't stop while your partner is out risking their lives so the populace doesn't see just how close some calls get to total destabilization. You had to work and that meant in the evening you had to unwind before you lost your shit. So here you were, sat on the couch and distracting yourself and decompressing.

The click of the key in the door perked you right up, you paused whatever you were doing to turn and watch the door open, "welcome home! How did-oh," your happiness was paused, replaced by concern by the haunted look in the eyes you love so much. This was a rough one, so you went back to past experience, "do you need space, a pillow, or a weighted blanket?"

Price would stay quiet as he put down his duffel and take off his boots. You were already thinking through contingency plans to get him out of his head if this didn't work, but he sits himself on the couch next to you instead of in the armchair. He about collapses into the plush material more than sits down, but the raised arm is an invitation and you're not one to ignore it. You snuggle in, head on his chest and your weight a comfortable softness where he's hard muscle and strength holding you close. The both of you sit there for some time, you listen as his heart rate mellows as his thumb traces idle patterns into your side. You know eventually you'll both wind up out back sitting in the rocking chairs you gave him shit about getting, but there's nothing like it. You'd take sitting and rocking side by side out there while he has a smoke any day of the week, it meant you had each other and what else do you really need?

Ghost would stand in the doorway for a beat longer than he usually would, and you weren't sure if he'd stay or not. Hell, wouldn't be the first time he arrived on your doorstep just to go back to base without crossing your threshold. It's a pleasant surprise when he walks in, though, and his duffel falls with a thump. Sometimes he needs to put himself away and sometimes he needs your presence. This time it's definitely the latter as he just crosses the room, boots and all, just... climbs onto the couch to lay on it, pinning you where you sit within his grasp and his face pressed to your stomach. You feel your face soften as you run a hand along his back, a soothing presence as he holds you close. You feel him squeeze softly at your sides, fat moving just so in his grip to confirm he's in the present, he's safe, and if you were ambitious you might even say he's home. At some point you'll prod him enough to get him to bed, you were well aware he was too big to sustainably sleep on the couch without hurting his neck or back. Tomorrow you'd heckle him for the boots on the furniture but for now you were glad he was back in your arms.

Gaz offers you a smile when he opens the door, but you know that fake 'trying to reassure you' smile when you see it. He goes through the same home routine but it's more muscle memory than anything- duffel in its spot, boots off and away, hat and keys on the little table- but you don't need to call to him for him to come to you. No, he's dragging himself to you, exhaustion written in his features but you know he won't let himself go to bed without at least checking in. You smile and pat your lap, the easy compromise that has him giving you a soft but sincere smile. He settles onto the couch, laying on his back with his head in your lap as he fights to keep his eyes open. You know he's likely jetlagged to hell, so you start talking- about what he's missed since he was gone, which shows you two need to catch up on, only the hottest neighborhood bird feeder gossip- and you watch as the tension eases from his shoulders. He doesn't need to be on high alert in a combat zone- he's home, he can relax safe and sound.

Soap wastes no time- duffel dropped, door kicked shut, boots pulled off and dropped as he crosses the room to you. You yelp as he scoops you off the couch enough to flop on his back and hold you to his front, burying his face in your neck as he let's his hands roam. You huff, amused more than annoyed at him man-handling you. Well, among other feelings, but those come later, for now you hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders where you can, hugging him close. Sometimes he needed the extra grounding force, too much energy buzzing below his skin and your rocksteady presence a balm. You're happy to do it, you love this man through thick and thin and there were worse things than mandatory cuddles.

Bonus:

+ Kate gives you a weary smile before she stops through the kitchen. You smile as she comes back with a drink for both of you, though you know yours will be touched significantly less as you rest your head in her lap and hear her out as she talks about what she can. She runs her free hand down your shoulder, tracing patterns down the side as she does.

+ Nikolai you know is a 50/50, either he needs to keep his hands busy doing something else or he'll take you up on your offer. The odds seem to be in your favor, though, as he sits with you. You aren't exactly suprised when he pulls you into his lap, or when he takes a few minutes to just sit and listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. He'll be back and bantering before you know it but for now he holds you tight, waves of soft weight pulling him back to a safe harbor.

Aaaaand now it's 2:30 time is an illusion (oops)

[somehow-happy]

Roratious III

A/N: Hello friends :) here's the chapter three.

As always, english is not my first language, forgive me if there is any grammar mistakes

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Tony drove and they talked and crack jokes all through the car ride. Rory was very happy to hear that Tony and Pepper make their relationship up and Tony was really upset that he missed Rory's graduation, she did mechanical engineering at Oxford and Tony was very proud of her

“Roratious, I'm really sorry to not coming at your graduation”

“That's Okay dad, mom was there and so was Levi” Rory knew her father couldn’t stand her stepfather, Levi.

“Oh holy Levi, what we would do without Levi?” Tony sarcastically said, Rory rolled her eyes. They arrived at the avengers headquarter. “Roar, I need to show you something”.

They went to Tony's lab, where Rory's suit was waiting for her. Tony pointed a chair so he was Rory could sit to talk, a little more serious this time.

“But first I have to tell you something” Tony place his elbows on his knees, so he could be a little close to Rory. “I didn’t went to your graduation, because I discovered something. On that day… I discovered that your grandparents… my parents, didn't die from an accident, Howard and my mom were murdered by Bucky, Cap's friend”

Rory was chocked, she looked around waiting for answers from the walls.

"What?" Rory still in disbelieve. She always wanted to met her amazing grandmother, Maria, all the stories her dad told her about her grandma and someone took away the chance to meet her. Tony got up and went for a drink and continued talking

“Rory, I was alone, I just had found out that my parents were killed by my friend's friend. I almost got killed them by too. I realize I’m old and I need a partner… will you come live here with me and be my partner? No one is better than you, Roratious, because no one is you.”

Tony opened the case where Rory's suit was. It was identical to her fathers her, but with more feminine shapes and without any color. Rory got up and saw it, she didn't want to be part of this superheroes world, but after the story that her father just told, she was in conflict. Her father her was way too old to do this things all by himself, but she was also way too young.

“I don’t know, dad, Can I think a little? And I have to talk to my mom”

“Don’t worry with it, I spoke with Rosie, she said you’re made for this.” Tony smiled weakly. “You can take all the time you need”

“Mr. Stark, Happy will arrive in 10 minutes” FRIDAY said through the speakers

“Thank you FRIDAY, Roar, you go to my office, where you can think without being bother”

“Fine”. Rory left the room, she picked up some water in the kitchen and went straight to Tony's office.

Rory took sit and started using her phone. The door opened, Rory felt someone looking at the back of her head. A voice said:

“Mr. Stark?”

Rory quickly said:

"Wrong Stark"

Rory felt that boy got a little nervous.

“You are… you're Rory Stark�� Peter said with his eyes wide open, the Rory Stark was in front of him and not as a billboard form, she was beautiful mix of her parents and her shorter then he expected.

"Thank you" Rory smiled and took a sip from her water bottle "And you are…?"

“Peter… Peter Parker” Peter reached out to shake Rory's hand.

"Ooh the famous Peter Parker" Rory shook his hand

"I'm not famous miss Stark"

“the famous son of a bitch my father will not stop talking about and you can call me Rory”

Happy entered the office, he was looking for Peter.

“Kid, Tony is waiting for you”

Peter went to the door and left Tony's office, Happy looked at Rory and said:

"Are you coming, Sleepy?"

"Right behind you"

Peter and Rory stood behind Happy while he lead the walk. Peter approaching Rory and asked:

“Why Happy called you Sleepy? Is there a mood thing with the nicknames?”

“No, I was named after my mom's favorite princess, Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. Happy always called me Sleepy because of that.”

“Ooh, I get it…Why is he Happy then?”

“Its…” Rory thought a little, she didn’t know why Happy was Happy “I… I have no idea”

"What are you two talking about?" happy asked

"Why are you Happy?" Rory Said

“Ooh, its because-” Tony arrived and interrupted them

“There they are” Tony stared to talk with them, Rory didn't pay much attention, her phone stared to ring and she answered.

"Hey my pearl, how are you, my girl?" it was her stepdad

"Hey Levi, I'm fine."

“Your mother told me you are with your dad, I’m sad you didn’t say anything to me”

"It was last minute, I didn't wanna come, but Happy was already there" They talked for a little and she notice Peter left "Levi, I have to go, something happen here"

Pepper left the conference room and said:

"Where is the kid?"

"He left" Happy said

"Everybody is waiting"

“He actually made a mature choice, It just surprised the heck of us” Tony tried to save the situation and Rory was giggling the hole time

“Did you screw this up? And Rory do you think this is funny?”

"I'm not the one who screw this up, I was at my phone the whole time"

“What are we gonna do?” Pepper said. Tony looked at Rory, put his hands on her shoulders and said:

“I have an idea, Roratious, it is a yes or no?”

“Tony, what are you doing? What did Rory have to do it?”

“Rory, It is a yes or a no?” Rory can not cooperate under pressure, she haven’t the promised time to think about it “Rory, I’m sorry if you didn’t had the time to think, please, it is a yes or no?”

“Okay, yes, fine, I’ll do it” Tony was excited, he hugged Rory

“Okay, whats going on?” Pepper said confused

“Squid-roar, what are you wearing” Tony took a good look on Rory and was always she was impeccably dressed with a Gucci floral dress. Tony also remembered one thing

“Hap, you still got that ring?”

“Do I--? I--?” Happy started to look for the ring “Are you kidding? I’ve been carrying this since 2008”

“Okay”

Tony, Pepper and Rory entered the conference room and left an hour later. Rory was over the moon with the extra attention she got, she really liked the title ��Iron Woman’, she lost her fear and her internal conflict was over.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t properly greet you today” Pepper hugged Rory

“Hi Pepper” Rory smiled through the hug

“Hi Roratious”. Pepper and Rory parted the hug, Pepper place her hand on Rory’s face and squeezed her cheek

“Roar, we can change the ‘Iron Woman’ title if you want”

“No dad, I liked” Rory said “I’m Iron Woman”.

Last chapter / Next chapter

[sumire-bride]

sumire and shuu's route (demo) maniac protologue

((this photo will change to sumire and shuu at some point :p))

scene is in rooftop

sumire- *sumire is humming she is sewing something*

... (...after the other day... i feel a bit dizzy.... mm... i feel tired as well... ever since father has sent me to this place i have been... getting these dreams more...)

(... i am not sure how to explain them but.. there getting even more unpleasant... that ended up causing me not sleeping...)

pwah...

*ding dong ding dong*

sumire- ... (...the bell rang... that means i must go to class... i feel so tired though... oh well.. i have to go or reiji-sama will be mad..)

*walk walk*

*scene is in classroom*

sumire- ... (...shuu-sama is not here again... haah... oh well.. this time i will not bother him... i feel to tired... i don't even want to move...)

pwah...

*scene is in school hallway*

sumire- ....pwah... (....when does this place called school end... hmm...)

*scene is outside school*

sumire- ...pwah... (...done.. thank the lord...)

laito- hmm..? hey bitch-chan what's up? you've been yawning and sighing all day today

sumire- ...mm..? yawning..?

laito- yeah, oh poor bitch-chan looks so sleepy could you perhaps he tired of hanging around my big brother? he must be such hard work for you

sumire- ...hardwork... oh no.. not at all...shuu-sama is very easy... pwah... i am just a bit sleepy is all... it might be because of the new sleep schedule is all...

reiji- you didn't seem this tired when you first started in fact you weren't really tired at all, it must be from hanging around that deadbeat to much he is starting to rub off on you..

quite literally i can smell him all over you..

sumire- ...smell..? (...well.. shuu-sama has bitten me twice so... that may as well be why...) it really is not a big deal.... do not worry...

reiji- honestly i don't worry much over weak humans but you hanging around him and enjoying it is worrying to me..

sumire- ...? (...why is reiji-sama worried...?) mm... oh look..! that thing that moves is here...!!

subaru- her attitude changed quickly..

laito- bitch-chan is so cute isn't she

shuu- ...

*scene is in dining room*

sumire- ....pwah...

ayato- still yawning? geez are you really that tired?

sumire- ...mhm....

(...but i do not want to sleep...)

reiji- good grief, after this go to bed.. remember your our food source do try and keep yourself healthy

sumire- ...mm...

shuu- ...

*scene is in bathroom*

sumire- ... (....the bath is warm... i feel like sleeping in the bath...) *sumire shakes her head* ... (...no do not sleep in the bath...)

haah...

*scene is in the hallway*

sumire- ...pwah.. (...i wonder where shuu-sama went.. i do hope he's not doing something bad.... for now i think i should leave him be...)

(...i really do not want to sleep... these dreams have just been getting very hard to deal with... and..-)

*TRIP*

sumire- ...!

*THUMB*

sumire- ...ow... (...must i keep tripping...? hm.. oh..)

of course...

shuu- ...ouch.. that hurt

sumire- ...shuu-sama please do not sleep on the floor...

shuu- ....

sumire- ...goodness... you can at best say sorry...

shuu- what's up with you..

sumire- ...hm..?

shuu- your trying to order me around now..? defiantly not like you at all, not that i focus on you to much but i know enough to know that you don't like ordering people around..

your acting bitchy today.. it's weird not really like you at all..

sumire- ....bitchy...? is that a compliment...?

shuu- did it sound like one?

sumire- ...i am not sure that is why i am asking you....

shuu- see..? there it is again.. bitchy attitude

sumire- ...? i do not understand what you are trying to say...

shuu- your acting all upset and grumpy over what seems to be nothing.. your answers are are shorter then how you respond with.. and your trying to order me around... your acting bitchy today.. it's annoying

sumire- ... (...am i being... rude...? oh no...)

...does this mean i have been... upset..?

shuu- how the hell am i supposed to tell you that.. i'm not you am i?

sumire- ...you are not... but.. do you know why i am upset...? i am not sure why i am upset...

shuu- ..it's a hassle to explain it to.. why not just figure it out

sumire- ...but i feel as though i do not have the energy to figure it out...

shuu- well i guess you got your answer.. your tired most likely

sumire- ...tired...?

shuu- mm.. this is why i don't bother staying up.. because i don't act all bitchy all the time.. also it's just a hassle to be awake

sumire- ...but.. i do not want to sleep...

shuu- then don't.. i really don't care just don't come near me if your gonne act like this.. it's annoying

pwah... i'm tired..

sumire- ... (...hm.. maybe if i sleep with shuu-sama then... i can have a normal sleep tonight...- or this morning.... maybe...)

hey shuu-sama...

shuu- ...what do you want now..?

sumire- ...can i sleep next to you on the floor..? maybe if i sleep with you then i can sleep properly... and not wake up like this thing called bitchy... i do not like being rude...

shuu- heeh.. you want to sleep next me? what a lewd thing to ask.. your a women asking a man to sleep with him

sumire- ... i am not lewd i am sumire... but is that a yes..?

shuu- be my guest.. i don't care, just don't be loud and disturb my sleep while your here..

sumire- i will not disturb shuu-sama...

*rustle rustle*

sumire- ... (...shuu-sama's shoulder is quite nice...) ..pwah... (...i feel even more tired...)

shuu- you do know this puts you in a vulnerable spot right..?

sumire- ..hm...?

shuu- your a female human.. i'm a male vampire do you not know how much of a weak spot your in right now..? i could do anything i want to you while your sleeping or even up

sumire- ...no i am not aware... but i trust shuu-sama... so i feel as though i can sleep next to him and not worry to much...

...and i like shuu-sama... in my eyes he seems dependable... so i do not think i have nothing to worry... about...

*sumire falls asleep*

shuu- ...

tch.. you are by far the dumbest women i have ever met.. honestly..-

ah.. i almost sounded like that guy for a minute.. haah.. you really are annoying though.. pwah.. geez..

monolog

i remember reading stories as a child of a prince

he woke up a princess by kissing her.. i always loved those stories

i hoped one day i could fall asleep and be awakened by a prince

but this man is no prince.. or he isn't a prince like the books

instead he pulls me into a slumber i feel as though i don't want to wake from

and he won't kiss me awake because he loves me..

he'll only kiss me because he feels like it.. and maybe to pull me into his depravity

--to be continued--

dark epliogue--maniac 1

[potions-and-potters]

The tags on your newest snack post were wild. What a roller coaster of emotions. Any chance we get to hear the story involving mashed potatoes and a bed that was not even yours? I'm intrigued. ~Sleepy Anon

Lol

It’s a long story and is probs less funny than is awful. Here is shorter version:

When I was in middle school we had this trip. It was just a long weekend, but it was a traditional trip. Everyone who went to my school district knew about it. It was legendary. It was to this camp. No idea where. Basically, we packed our bags and went off to learn about nature, recycling, sharing, waste, etc. We weren’t allowed technology and we’d be sleeping in cabins (separated boys and girls)

Here is the thing to know about me when I was this age:

I had one best friend, who was also my only friend, and wasn’t going on the trip at the same time as me. It was a big school, so certain wings of the school would go one week and the other the next and we weren’t in the same wing. 

I was bullied a lot. Badly. Like Severus ain’t got nothing on me, son.

I was very very very self-conscious and had hella bad untreated anxiety and depression.

I learnt from experience that telling teachers about bullying did jack shit to help it, but did make it 500000000000 x worse.

I was really looking forward to this trip, but was fucking terrified of being humiliated by the others students.

I was terrified of getting in trouble because I had brought my phone with me even though we were forbidden to do so. My parents had forced me to take it in case, and also I felt safer with it knowing my mom was a phone call away.

I had a huge fear of teachers and getting in trouble. No idea what I thought they’d do. But I was always good. 

So, after driving for, what to my 11-year-old self, felt like forever and being left alone or bullied the entire way, we finally arrived. Here is why it was awful and traumatic:

I had to sleep in a bunk bed with the other girls in my classes that made their entire lives about making mine utter hell. Like I cried myself to sleep every night and begged my mom every morning not to send me to school or transfer me to another one or send me to boarding school in Switzerland (another story).  

I put NOTHING past these girls. They were 11-year-old MONSTERS. They didn’t want to just see me crying. They wanted to break me. They wanted me to utterly and completely break down. They wanted blood. When I say these were the worst years of my life, I mean it. Honestly, I’m genuinely surprised I can share this story because due to those monsters and the psychological survival mechanism of repression, I don’t remember much of these years. At all.

So, just having to be there was awful. I couldn’t sleep. Not just because those assholes talked and giggled all damn night, but because I was scared of letting my guard down. I also had to make my bed and I had a stuffed animal (not the usual one I slept with because NO WAY would I risk bringing it there with them). I tried hiding it all the time. Like a freaking spy mission so they wouldn’t see it. 

There was one girl that wasn’t absolutely horrid to me. She used me and I knew it but at that point, someone who openly used me but would be decent to me was better than nothing. None of them were her friend either, so she basically “let” me hang out with her so she had company. She also made me make her bed. Like verge of tears and whining until I did it. To make sure the others didn’t pick up on it and use it against me (also didn’t want them to start targeting her because what asshole is okay with someone else being bullied?), I did it. Too bad right after I got made fun of like hell by the others. 

I was terrified of going to the bathroom. I was scared they’d like somehow open the door or somehow figure out how to make fun of me for peeing like a normal damn person. They had also all snuck their phones in, so I was also absolutely terrified they’d stand on the toilet and take a photo of me sitting there trying to pee in peace and then pass it around the school.

Then there was showering. Oh my god. Me being naked at ANY POINT IN TIME with them there? The showers were already a little too cabin-y for me anyway, as in there was like a shower head and a door that wasn’t exactly completely concealed. And I had to shower there. Where they might peek to laugh at me for whatever reason. Maybe even just to laugh to make me think they were laughing at something about me. They were cruel and manipulative. I wouldn’t have put it past them. So yeah. Terrified. Also, showers were timed. 5 minutes MAX. Any longer and the water turned ice old and then off.

I came out one night and they were all acting… well they were ignoring me. I had walked out the bathroom from brushing my teeth and it had been a whole half hour at least that they’d said anything to me… and they ignored me? I immediately went to my bed. My stuffed animal was gone. I asked for it. They laughed. I told them it wasn’t funny. That I wanted it back. Please. Stop. It isn’t funny. Just give it back and leave me alone. Please. They laughed. I checked every bunk. They stuffed it under the mattress of the last top bunk in the very very back. Then bullied me for being upset.

This was like nightly.

The days were boring and spent alone. Writing in notebooks. Listening to teachers. Dealing with bullying. The usual except we walked through the woods.

Meals were absolutely horrific. This is the waste part. It was basically child abuse. I mean even as a kid I knew it was wrong, but the older I get the more angry I get that it happened. My parents, when I told them when I returned, were FURIOUS and said it was a good thing it didn’t happen to me (it did).

There was a competition. Because the camp was to teach us about nature and waste, we were to have no leftovers. That meant you only took what you could eat. Nothing more. The table with the least leftovers won. In the middle of the table was a tube thing with measuring lines where you dumped the leftovers. The thing is, you also didn’t get to eat anything other than your 3 meals a day. No snacks. After spending the ENTIRE day (from like dawn to dusk) running around outside and doing stuff, you’re STARVING. Everyone is. And super cold because it was freaking late Autumn and wet as fuck so we all sat on wet leaves if we sat at all so you just want to fill yourself with hot food at the end of the day. But you can’t take more than you can eat. This sucked for me because I was so scared of getting in trouble for wasting food, but so hungry, but couldn’t get small amount then more if I wanted to because I was scared of getting bullied for it. So I went hungry.

This girl that was sat at my table though. She didn’t think about it one night. She was hungry. So she put food on her plate and she ate. Then, the end of the meal was coming up. Each table had one of the people from the camp thing sitting there to teach us more facts. She saw that this girl had food on her plate. She wasn’t happy and wasn’t about to lose. The girl said she was full and couldn’t eat anymore. She said she was sorry we wouldn’t win. All the kids said it was okay because hey we get it. Also, it’s just a competion. And one night. Don’t force yourself.

The camp lady didn’t agree. She forced the girl to eat it. The girl tried. She really did. But she couldn’t. Nobody was allowed to help her. The lady forced her to mash her muffin, mash potatoes, some kind of meat I can’t remember, eggs, and some kind of dessert together into a disgusting thick mixture. Then, she forced her to spoon it in her mouth and swallow. Spoonful by spoonful until it was gone. The girl was crying at the end. Ready to vomit. We all watched on in horror. 

We didn’t even win.

After four days of this, we came home. I was exhausted, starving, gross, and upset. The ONLY thing I wanted was to shower, eat something, and sleep. But no. With the WORST TIMING EVER this family that my family was friends with came over as well as our neighbors. It was like a little party. Worse, my mom was babysitting this four year old kid that I swear at times turned into an actual demon child. Well, already at the breaking point, this kid pushed. Hard. And I cracked. Bad. I ended up screaming at her to behave and basically stop being a bitch (but nicer) as she hid in the corner glaring at me, in front of everyone. It was… not a good look. 

So yeah. All that added up to condition me to see waste= BAD NO DO NOT DO NO NO BAD SO VERY BAD

Middle school sucked.