#YALL COMBINED TWO DIFFERENT QUESTIONS FROM THE SAME DAY

[meraki-yao]

Friendly reminder that this was the original question (and yes this is from my personal Instagram whatever)

Not in the video is Tay saying "you have to ask him about me now"

[shaunamilfman]

Being Shauna Shipman's Controversially Young Girlfriend

Adult Timeline Headcanons

nsfw mention

Shauna’s been divorced from Jeff for a few years for the sake of the plot. I think she'd be a writer maybe.

Shauna definitely enjoys the confidence booster that dating someone in their 20s would give her for sure. Shauna is very confident in her own attractiveness, but the idea of pulling someone that young really gets her going.

At the same she'd be extremely jealous of you interacting with attractive women your own age as she'd feel strangely threatened by it in her more insecure moments. She's definitely the ‘pull you away to make out in a back hallway’ type. She's got you pressed up against the wall covering you in hickeys asking stupidly jealous questions that you're far too focused on the feeling of her mouth to answer. Like what do you mean “is she hotter than me?” You just shoved my hand in your pants?? 

Leaving the function looking like you've been mauled by a bear while Shauna glares at whoever happened to speak to you. 

Shauna is a jealous and possessive partner in general but older Shauna is on crack. you're lucky to ever leave the house without being covered in hickeys in various stages of healing. she wants you to give them to her too. there's just something about physical representations of “ownership” that drives her insane. She likes when people see you together and know that you're both taken. 

college freshman Callie coming home a few days early and catching you standing in the kitchen in nothing but boxers and her mom's old high school t-shirt. this leads into the most awkward dinner ever because Shauna needs everyone to at least be civil. Callie making snarky comments all night until you finally make one back mean enough that she reaches a begrudging understanding with you. she still takes every opportunity to mock the two of you unfortunately. 

"please please please let me punch Callie" / "absolutely not”

Shauna calls you her step mother as a fuck you whenever Callie gets annoying. she's so petty

god Callie’s all in your business all the time but i also think she'd also be the first to defend you if someone else said anything though

side note but TaiVan would definitely serve you food on one of those kid plates to fuck with Shauna. God she'd be so mad.

unlike my Lottie HCs i do think Shauna would be embarrassed to meet your friends. Like the absolute queen of communication she is she would tell you she was embarrassed of the idea, but would instead pick increasingly petty fights with you leading up to it. Shauna finally ends the cold war when she misses you too much and confesses how she feels about it. You've definitely got to comfort her by showing her texts from your friends asking about your hot milf girlfriend or something before she'll be confident enough to do it. 

divorced Shauna would be pretty experienced sex wise I feel. Shauna Shipman is a woman who enjoys sex and seems pretty confident in her sexuality. Given the chance she'd definitely be really into exploring it with different partners. Long story short is that I think Shauna is definitely a woman who knows what she likes, but would be very open to exploring things sexually with you if she didn't already know she didn't like it. Shauna's not very open with her emotions, but I do think she's very open with her sexuality. This is a woman who canonly agrees to furniture store role play i think she'd humor you in most things. 

writer Shauna for sure works from a home office and would go crazy about the idea of yall hooking up in there fr

Shauna would get off on the idea of teaching things to you even if it's not necessarily true. She'd definitely like it if you let her pretend she was teaching you how to get her off. Your comparable inexperience is something she really enjoys about your age difference. 

Shauna Shipman and pet names is a lethal combination. “Sweetie” this, “sweetheart” that, “is that okay honey?” shauna is so nurturing when given the chance she'd thrive with someone she felt like she needed to take care of

Older Shauna enjoying teaching you things extends beyond just sex. She likes to teach you how to cook things that you don't know by like hugging you from behind and resting her head on your shoulder as she directs you on what to do. Beyond that it also just makes her feel useful and she enjoys feeling that way. 

Shauna hits you up once a week asking how bluetooth works. Shauna's okay with technology but she's the slowest fucking typer. I definitely think Callie lies to her about what acronyms mean so you get the wildest fucking texts sometimes and she's like “what??” when your confused

Shauna loves when you steal her clothes. just lounging around her house in nothing but her boxers and her flannel and she's going insane. Shauna accidently misplaces your clothes all the time so you have to wear hers instead. “oh i must have put them in the laundry you can wear mine” but suspiciously there's already shorts and a t-shirt laying out on her bed. strange. 

she's loves making you dinner, or making you something for lunch every once and a while. there's something about watching you eat something she made that makes her feel important and valued. 

Older Shauna gives the best fucking hugs of your life bro. Coming home from a bad day and just sitting with Shauna while she hugs you so tightly you can barely breathe. Shauna kissing you on the top of your head while her arm is around you watching TV?? insane 

[passionesolja]

SMT 5 first impressions

I’ve put around 20 hours into this game. So I’m not super far but I get the premise and the gameplay.

Let me say this the most beautiful SMT game ever made like they put their whole soul into these enemy designs and animations. It’s not even a chore to be fighting all these enemies because I’m like “damn they look good”

Also, it returns to a modernized version of the classic SMT art design and that just has so much swag like yall don’t understand how iconic that art style is lmao

Is SMT 5 easy? No. Keep in mind, I’m playing this on “normal” difficulty

Oh my god this game has bodied me more than nocturne or SMT 4 did. One wrong move and an enemy can crit you to death. You have a special move thing that gives you every hit is a crit abilities and so do they and mf believe me they will body you with this. It’s brutal but I like that about SMT. I was worried about this game’s difficulty because Persona 5 was so easy you could beat every encounter with your eyes closed.

you can’t do that in SMT 5. If you mess around, an enemy two levels or more below you can wipe you out.

Like most SMT games, the story isn’t really laid out at this point, like you understand that the Angels are with Japan and fighting the demons but that’s all you really know. The characters are all cool but it’s really too early to tell how it all goes, like I have assumptions about what characters will represent what mentality and ideology but i can’t tell you for certain what’s what.

The exploration and lack of random enemy encounters is wonderful. You will still have to grind, like I think you gon have a hard time if you don’t but the fact that you won’t be taking two steps only to get jumped is fun. The maps thus far have been fun and you can literally run and then jump up in the air and imo that’s revolutionary SMT gameplay.

The demon negations are also still pretty difficult like sometimes, but they’re not nocturne levels of unfair and rng. you fail the negotiation and die, that’s common (because if they fall through, you lose your team’s turn and the enemy gets theirs so that can go left super quick). You give the demons money and they leave, that’s common. You give them one right answer to their questions and they join you, that happens. It’s a lot like SMT 4

Could I recommend this game to someone? Yes. Like most other SMT games, you don’t have to play previous titles to understand this one. HOWEVER, this one takes a lot of motifs and premises from Nocturne but you don’t have to play nocturne to understand it.

Would a persona stan like it? Meh I don’t know because speaking as a SMT fan I can’t get into persona because they’re night and day different. If you want Persona, do not play SMT thinking it’ll be anything like Persona, same goes for trying Persona as a SMT fan.

I do think this game is a good start because it’s one of those rare games that combines the best aspects of the two prior games while adding new great gameplay aspects, and making quality of life changes while not making the fundamental gameplay easier. SMT is a series that is unforgiving if you act a fool but rewards you for using your brain and learning new things.

It’s on sale a lot and on the eshop, it typically lowers from 60 to 35, I think it’s worth it (I rarely buy games full price bc I’m a cheapskate). It runs really good on my Nintendo switch lite. No blur and little to no choppy moments

[deanstead]

all in a day

Pairing: Matt Casey x Halstead!Reader

Requested: yes & yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N's brothers find out by chance who she's dating. Later that day, an incident with a patient sends all three of them rushing to check on her.

Word Count: 1,390

Warnings: canon-typical mention of injuries

A/N: I combined two requests here so as usual I changed up some stuff but still hope you guys like this! Original requests can be found in the hyperlinks above as usual :D Hope yall like this!

MATT CASEY MASTERLIST

HALSTEAD!SISTER MASTERLIST

You climbed out of the car, not forgetting to turn back around to give Matt a goodbye kiss. “Thanks for the detour.”

“Always.” Matt smiled back at you.

“Stay safe.” You whispered back before you closed the door and turned around to the sight of both your brothers staring back at you.

Will was clearly much calmer, just blinking back at you with his eyebrows raised. Meanwhile, Jay had his arms crossed, looking like he was about to kill someone.

Damn it.

You straightened your expression as you headed towards them, turning to Jay first. “What are you doing here?”

Jay ignored your question. “Something you want to tell us?”

You exhaled loudly, glancing between your brothers. “Matt and I are seeing each other.”

“Y/N, are you sure about this? A firefighter?”

You rolled your eyes. “How is that different from you getting guns waved in your face every other day? We’re not even spared from violence in the ED when we have…”

“Do not jinx it.” Will warned you and you shut your mouth mid-sentence.

“You should have told us so that I could have a word with him. If he even dares to…” Jay paused as he spotted the look on your face.

You glared up at him. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

Jay froze and you sighed. “Look, I love you guys alright? And I appreciate you looking out for me but I’m an adult. I know what I’m doing. Can you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Jay said. “It’s him that I don’t…”

Will elbowed Jay in the ribs to get him to stop talking but it was a little too late.

You stared back incredulously at Jay. “We are talking about the same Matt Casey, aren’t we? You know, Matthew Casey, Lieutenant of Truck 81? The Matt Casey who always has to do the right thing? The Matt Casey you happen to know?”

Jay scrunched his face up as Will stepped in. “We’re going to be late. We’ll talk about this later, alright?” Will directed the last question at his younger brother.

Jay glanced at Will but nodded, reaching out to put a hand on your head. “See you later?”

You gave him an exasperated look but smiled. “Yeah, okay. Stay safe.”

Jay smiled back at you before he patted Will on his shoulder and headed back out.

You knew Will had been trying hard to steer clear of asking you questions all day but you could practically hear the tension in his brain.

“What?” You asked him, spinning around from the computer in the lounge to look at him.

Will shrugged then looked up. “How long have you been seeing each other?”

You sighed and smiled. “A few months. I wasn’t trying to keep it from you and Jay, I just… we wanted things to kind of stabilize a little first, you know?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I know but you can’t make us stop worrying about you.”

You gave a small laugh. “I know, I just…”

You were interrupted by the sound that meant there were emergent patients coming in, so both you and Will sprang to your feet and headed out the door and back into the ED.

You glanced at the patient’s chart before you looked back at him.

It didn’t make sense. Based on all the tests and vital signs, he should already have regained consciousness and yet your patient hadn’t. You were just turning away to leave when you heard a sound behind you and turned back towards him.

One second you were turning behind you, the next he was already lunging at you, never mind the wires he was dragging along behind him.

You barely heard the sound of crashing equipment before you were on the ground yourself, the back of your head making an impact with the floor of the ED but you didn’t have time for anything else as his large hands went around your neck, practically blocking off your airway.

You could feel the air being sucked out of your lungs, thinking that the last thing you were going to see was this guy’s face. Just as the white spots appeared across your vision, the air rushed back into your lungs and you heard Will’s frantic voice.

“Y/N, are you with me? Y/N!”

You coughed, trying to get up but Will pressed your shoulders back down gently. “Don’t move, let me check you out.”

“I’m… I’m fine.” You panted. “I just… I just need a minute.”

You glanced up at Will and nodded when you thought you were steady enough to stand.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Will muttered, leaning down to pull you up, his arm still tightly around you before he led you towards the doctor’s lounge.

Will glanced down at you as he helped you into a chair in the lounge. Save for your body still shaking a little, you felt pretty okay but Will squatted next to you. “We should get you checked out.”

You shook your head but stopped as your head gave a light throb. “I’m fine.”

If Will hadn’t been so worried he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he looked back into your eyes, his fingers touching your head gently to make sure you weren’t more injured than you’d let on.

“What the hell happened?” You asked.

Will sighed. “We think he might have been in a dissociative state. I don’t think he knew what he was doing.”

You gritted your teeth gently. You couldn’t even be mad at him.

“You’re really not going to let me check you out properly? You might have a concussion.” Will said, his voice gentle but still firm.

You were about to answer when the door opened and Matt came flying through it.

“Hey, you okay?”

You frowned, glancing up. “Matt? What are you…”

“I was just stopping by and Maggie told me.” Matt explained, his eyes grazing across yours worriedly as he leaned towards you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small nod. “Just a bit shaken and…”

“Have you gotten checked out?”

You gave him a look, which Matt returned you. “Come on, Y/N. Just get a workup in case.”

“Fine.” You exhaled, not missing Will’s eye roll behind Matt. “I saw that.” You shot at your brother.

Will glanced at you. “I’ve been telling you the same thing for over fifteen minutes.”

You made a face before you let both Will and Matt take you to a treatment room.

Jay came bursting in a short while later. “I’m fine.” You groaned.

Jay didn’t comment about Matt being in the room, just glanced at Will and then back at you. “Who did this?” He growled.

Will didn’t answer the question. “It’s a mild concussion so she’s okay. But off work for the next few days.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but all it did was make your head hurt and you sighed. “Fine.”

“They’re pulling in a lieutenant to cover me for the rest of the shift so I’ll take you home.” Matt said, before he realized that in the chaos of making sure you were okay, he’d forgotten that your brothers hadn’t exactly been told about the nature of your relationship.

Matt glanced down at you and you gave a small chuckle. “Oh right. So… my brothers caught you dropping me off this morning. So I guess everything just came together like this.”

Will just gave Matt a small smile. The way Matt had been with you on a day like today seemed to have made it clear for your oldest brother.

You glanced hopefully at Jay, who seemed to be having his own internal struggle before he stuck his hand out towards Matt and you knew reason had finally won. Not that you’d doubted him. Jay just needed time getting there, especially when it came to you. “You take care of her.” Jay said, his voice low.

“Always.” Matt answered, shaking Jay’s hand and you were sure Jay’s grip was stronger than it usually was.

“That’s more like it.” You answered, grinning back at Jay, who made a face but reached forward to take your hand and squeeze it anyway and you knew that things would only look up from here.

All in a day’s work.

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[meltwonu]

51. “What? Does that feel good?”

66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.”

notes; poly!wonhui, threesome, mxm, frotting(ive forgotten how hot this was yall omg), oral(male receiving), cum eating/sharing, WHEWWW its a little late but thats okay!! Its awareness day everyday!! And this is kinda long cuz I got lost in the sauce so the rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕 also sorry if this is not at all what you intended for this to be dkjfhkjsdhfkjd ☠️ 

A shiver runs up Wonwoo’s spine the second Jun’s lips meet his; eyes fluttering shut as he moans into the kiss.

“Wow, okay, just gonna start without me, huh.”

Jun laughs into the kiss, pulling away a second later as you join them on the bed. “Chill out, you act like we’re about to finish!” You roll your eyes at his statement, leaning in as you kiss Jun on the lips. Wonwoo watches the two of you from his place against the pillows; transfixed at the way you melt under Jun’s touch.

“You know, you can join us if you’d like, Wonwoo~” You tease; voice muffled against Jun’s lips before you pull away. “You don’t have to be shy~ Tell us what you want~”

The said male gulps, eyes blinking rapidly when you and Jun start closing in on him. “I--um, I’m not sure… I---I’ve never done this before…” He mumbles; a pink blush coating his cheeks when you start sliding your hand into his sweats. “Never?” Shaking his head ‘no’ at your simple question, he tilts his head back and lets out a breathy moan when you start palming him over his boxer briefs.

“But what about that time at Vernon’s New Year’s Eve party? Didn’t you kiss Jihoon?”

The blush runs up to Wonwoo’s ears as he bites his lip, “Yeah, but---but I only kissed him that time. This is different!” He grumbles.

“Okay, it’s time to try something extra different then~” Jun singsongs. He pries your hand out of Wonwoo’s sweats, placing his own hands on the waistband right as Wonwoo places his hands over Jun’s.

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” Jun teases, eyes dancing over to you. “Can you please help this man calm down or we’ll never get anywhere.”

You nod in response, shimmying up to Wonwoo’s side as you slightly tilt his head to meet yours. “Baby, you need to relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay? Promise.” He sighs, nodding.

“I know… I’m just---I’m excited, just a little nervous.”

“We can tell.”

“Jun, shut up.” You quip, hand on Wonwoo’s cheek as you pull him into a kiss.

Wonwoo melts into your kiss; hands sliding off of Jun’s as he starts to relax. You lick at the seam of his lips, smiling into the kiss when he opens his mouth for you.

Jun takes this as a sign to continue as he tugs Wonwoo’s sweats and boxer briefs down in one swift motion. He takes the time to get undressed as well; tossing his clothes into the growing pile that you’d created on the floor. “Okay, just--if it feels weird, let me know and I’ll stop.”

The two of you pull apart to watch as Jun slots himself between Wonwoo’s legs. “Are you gonna---but I’m not---”

Wonwoo momentarily panics, sitting up a little more as he stares at you for confirmation.

“No, no, no, not that. God, with the way you’re tense I don’t think we’d ever get to that.” Jun jokes, hand on his own cock as he strokes himself. “We’re gonna try something else!” Wonwoo nods slowly, easing back against the pillows as Jun shimmies in closer.

Jun leans in close until his cock is right against Wonwoo’s, a smirk on his face when he wraps his hand around both of them at once. “O--oh…” Wonwoo feels his cock throbbing in Jun’s palm as he gulps. “T-this…”

“What? Does that feel good?” You ask, leaving Wonwoo’s side as you lean into where Jun runs his hand up and down both of their cocks. Wonwoo lets out a choked noise instead, eyes clamped shut as he tries to stop himself from thrusting up into Jun’s hand.

“You know what’d feel even better? Why don’t you try to suck us off at the same time?”

You grin up at Jun, pupils blown wide. “Don’t mind if I do~”

Wonwoo exhales shakily when he feels your tongue lapping at the head of his cock; the combination of Jun’s hand and your mouth sending his body into overdrive. “Oh, fu--fuck, please…” He whispers, peeling his eyes open to watch as you continue to tease him. You lick up the precum just as you move to do the same on Jun’s cock. “My mouth’s too small, I can’t fit both your cocks in…” You pout, brows furrowed when you look up at Jun.

The small bit of unintended praise has both of the males sharing a look; cocks throbbing as Jun spreads your saliva and their shared precum along their shafts. “That’s okay, baby. Just help Wonwoo feel good, okay?”

You nod, leaning back down as you wrap your lips around the tip of Wonwoo’s cock again. This time, you feel Wonwoo’s hand slide through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as you continue to lick and suck at him. His chest rises and falls in deep breaths; eyes hyper-focused on your mouth on him and Jun’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks at the same time.

The sensations have Wonwoo already close to his orgasm; hips canting up slightly as he starts to chase his high. “I--I wanna cum, fuck, god, I--ngh!” He throws his head back just as Jun tightens his grip around them both and you start digging the tip of your tongue into the slit of his cock.

“Go ahead, cum in her mouth.” Jun drawls, eyes flitting down to you. “And don’t swallow it.”

You and Jun work in tandem to get Wonwoo off; the grip in your hair tightening when the tension in his body starts to snap. “Fuck, fuck I’m---ah, c-cumming!” Wonwoo cries, abdomen tightening as he fills your mouth with the warm, salty substance.

Jun keeps stroking their cocks as you suck on Wonwoo’s cock head, moaning at the feeling of him cumming in your mouth. “Fuck, I can feel his cock throbbing against mine.” Jun grits out; his own hips moving on their own as he grinds against Wonwoo.

Wonwoo feels euphoric; his body on fire with the new sensations. It takes a few minutes for him to start coming down from his high, soft whimpers escaping his lips the entire time the two of you work him through it.

“Oh god…”

His bleary eyes flutter open just as you pull off of his cock and Jun loosens his grip. “C’mere.” Jun growls, replacing Wonwoo’s hand in your hair with his as you lean up to meet his lips in a wet kiss.

Wonwoo gulps when he notices your lips parting and pushing the cum into Jun’s waiting mouth, not a second later. “Oh…” He won’t deny the way his cock throbs when the two of you start passing his cum back and forth either.

When you pull away, a thread of spit and cum connect your mouth to Jun’s smirking lips. “Well?” He asks; this time directed to Wonwoo who stares agape.

“I--um, uh, that--- that was n-nice…”

“Okay, this is touching but I’m pretty sure I’m soaking the sheets so can either of you, or fuck, both of you please just fuck me…” Whining, you rub your legs together as you clench around emptiness. “Just thinking about both your cocks in me…” You trail off.

The two share a knowing look; grinning when they hone in on the wetness that coats your inner thighs. 

“Give me 5 minutes to catch my breath.”

“I’ll get the lube!”

[haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong]

Till It's Gone Pt4.

Even with Columbus gone the final confrontation went about as the same it would in any time line. Megalos would be the key deciding factor with the other servants helping to put the Berserker of El Dorado into a corner. With Kiryu calling Megalos's every command it went smoothly with little troubles. And without Columbus to betray them, there was nothing to turn Megalos against them. Scheherazade revealed herself to be the true puppet master behind everything, a willing servant of the Demon Pillar to grant her wish of never facing death.

In truth Kiryu didn't quite understand everything that happened. The only part he truly understood was Fergus had proved to be an invaluable asset to him yet again. Combined with the last minute aid of Helena, the party was able to rescue the surviving male slaves and send them back home. The proceedings were wrapping up, and it was about to time for all parties to return to their proper places. That of course included....

Fergus: Master!

Kiryu would turn around. Even with as many times as he saw it there was something different about this time. The Golden dust signifying a servant leaving this plane floated off of Fergus and drifted into the sky. Despite the sadness Kiryu usually felt when this happened, he didn't find those feelings this time. Perhaps a part of him knew what this truly meant. That his Fergus would return to him. And with the time he had spent with this one, perhaps he would be ready to face him again.

Kiryu: So....I guess this is goodbye?

Fergus: Perhaps. But from what you told me, I'll just return to Chaldea, right? I wonder if I'll be able to remember any of this.

Kiryu couldn't help but give a faint chuckle at the idea. How would the adult Fergus react if he recalled this adventure. How he had been surrounded by all these women and completely unable to react to any of them the way he originally would have? He'd probably go into a state of depression.

Kiryu: Who knows? I can't say we've ever had a scenario quite like this one. Even if you don't I'm sure Astolfo will be more then happy to tease you about it.

Fergus: Haha, is that so?.......Master.....I'm scared.

Kiryu: Hm?

Fergus: It's just that.... I know I grow into a mighty warrior, but from what everyone else is saying, I also grow into a detestable man. One who forces women to shiver at the thought of him. Is there any way I could.... perhaps avoid such a fate?

Kiryu can't help but resonate with the words. The question that had been plaguing him since before arriving here echoed in him mind. Though now it was much quieter then it was days ago. He approaches Fergus and places a hand on his shoulder.

Kiryu: As scary as it may be, you can't fight who you truly are. What some people may think is bad, others may find endearing. And if anyone can't stand you for being you, then those aren't the kind of people you need to have in your life. Don't be afraid of who you are. It's.....not healthy.

Though Fergus didn't realize it, Kiryu was perhaps more speaking to himself. Even still, Fergus found comfort in the words. He gives Kiryu a confirming nod.

Fergus: Right!

Kiryu returns the stare before lowering down to squat in front of Fergus.

Kiryu: And.....just in case you do remember....

Kiryu leans in and holds his hand up. He whispers something into Fergus' ear. Something that seems to cause him some confusion. As Kiryu pulls away, Fergus nods his head several times.

Fergus: I'm...not sure I understand......But I'll see if I can!

No more words are exchanged. Fergus dematerializes, exactly what happened to his spirit origin on the way to Chaldea is anyone's guess.

In the next few seconds, Kiryu and his servants are returned to Chaldea. Kiryu exits the coffin seemingly no worse for wear. The ceremonial congratulations are exchanged, a job well done by everyone involved. Maybe one day Kiryu would bring Scheherazade or Penthesilea to Chaldea. Maybe they could actually be friends if Penthesilea avoided the Greek heroes.

As Kiryu leaves the command room he passes by Heracles and Drake in the hall. Both of them seem to have no recollection of the singularity they were unwitting participants of. Maybe if was better this way. Drake probably would never be able to live with herself if she recalled the roll she played in all this.

Before Kiryu enters his room he pauses in front of the door. A part of him knew what already lay beyond it. With a deep breath he steps forward, the door opening to reveal Fergus sitting on his bed as though he was waiting for him.

Fergus: Oh! Master! There you are? Where have you been?

Kiryu: Been gone three days, Fergus. There was a Protosingularity.

Fergus: Hm? A Mission? But I've only been here for maybe ten minutes.

Like the other two implied, Fegus seemed to have no memory of it. In fact to Fergus it seemed as though the last few days never even happened. As Fergus stands up Kiryu heads over to the table on the other side of the room. As he begins unloading his equipment as Fergus talks.

Fergus: In any case. I do believe you and I need to have a talk. One we've been avoiding for a bit too long.

Kiryu: Uh huh, it can wait a bit longer. I'm tired.

Fergus: Ki-Kun, this is serious.

Kiryu slams his knife on the table. The act causing him to jump slightly. Even still, he stood firm on his stance.

Kiryu:.........What did you call me?

Fergus: I uh....Ki-Kun? That's what I've always called you isn't it? No, wait. I've always called you master. Then where did-

Fergus couldn't finish his thought. Before he knew it Kiryu had locked him in a welcoming embrace. His head placed firmly between Fergus's pecs. There was no ill will or animosity to be felt in it. Fergus couldn't help but return the embrace in kind.

Kiryu:.......Say it again......but only if we're alone.

Fergus:.........Ki-Kun

The talk could wait a little bit longer. For now, Kiryu would just enjoy this for as long as he could.

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Eeeyyyy told yall I'd do it. Took a little longer then I wanted to but I had no idea how to handle the last fight. So I figured screw it just skip it.

Hey I haven't tagged people in a while.

@hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @hasquetzdoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @hastamamocatdoneanythingwrong @has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong

[blainehellyes]

Hell/Heaven

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Dr.Anika Warren)

Words: 3.5k ..I just..went off w this

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, trauma, swear words??

Author’s Note: Okay yall so idfk what this is tbh. I just had an idea and went on to write 3.5k words about it. This is my interpretation of the  aftermath of ch.11. I genuinely don’t know if this makes sense or it’s just a bunch of words slammed together.

Also, I did not really proofread this so please do feel free to point out any mistakes. I’m sorry for the mistakes.

I’m scared of writing people OOC and I’m still learning so please keep it in mind.

Anyway, I did not make it two parts but it’s pretty long so yeah.

Anika’s thoughts will be in italics.

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 It had been almost 16 hours since the combined diagnostics team along with her friends barged into the isolation ward and told her that they had found a cure. Eight hours since Ethan said the magic words 

“Get up. There are no traces of the toxin in  your body.”

She had been lightheaded, whether it was from happiness or if it was from some weird side effect she didn’t know about was up in the air. She was still a bit wobbly.

In her 29 years of living, Dr.Anika Warren had not had such a whirlwind of a day. 24 hours ago ,she was barging into the senator’s room trying to stop an assassination. She didn’t know how she got caught up in a death trap but after that it was as if her brain had recorded every single moment with perfect accuracy.The whole thing was playing in a loop , the cannister being deployed, Rafael Aveiro, superman and ultimate idiot jumping in to protect her , Danny and Bobby Gunderson’s life leaving his eyes in front of her. She had watched a lot of people pass away in her career, and each one affected her . No matter how much she wanted to get used to it. But this was different, this was a man who was talking to her about how he wanted to afford a car for his daughter’s 16th. Bobby used to greet her with a smile every day, and even with minimal interaction she had gotten close to him.

And now his daughter won’t have a father, much less a car. And it’s because you were dumb enough to jump in to the room before having backup.

She pushed the thoughts away as she wearily walked through Edenbrook’s long corridors. 

Most of her friends had returned home in hopes of having some rest, but she couldn’t. Raf was still admitted, albeit not in a coma and she couldn’t just leave him. She didn’t want to leave anyway,trying to get as much done as she could to distract herself. She didn’t want to face her thoughts, which she would eventually have to when she’d go home. But for now, she was delaying the inevitable by trying to help any and every doctor she came across. 

“Dr.Warren? Why are you still here?”

Esme. I love her but dear god if one more person tells me to go home I’ll start crying in the middle of the corridor.

“Uhh, I’m just finishing off some work. You should be too , Dr.Ortega. Stop interrogating people and get to work.”

Wow when did I become Ethan? That was one of the most out of character things I’ve ever said. Looks like his personality is seeping into me. 

“ Um..Anika? You good? No offense but that really doesn’t sound like you. ”

Well..crap. 

“Then what does it sound like, Dr.Ortega?”

“ It sounds like you’re trying to put on a tough person persona to deflect questions”

This girl is way too smart. Am I the only dumb one here with no people skills or…?

 “ I just..I just don’t want to go home. And I don’t want to talk about it. Please don’t mind”

Please leave me alone please please please 

Esme shrugged but the look of concern on her face wasn’t gone. “If that’s what you want then sure. Take care of yourself, I’m not the one who almost died" 

 With that she turned around and left. 

Anika continued to make her way through the hospital. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could have happened. She could not stop thinking about how she trusted the senator, but most of all, one thing was repeating in her mind. 

So, Ethan Ramsey, are you single?

Ethan looked at me for a brief second

"I’m sorry… But no, I’m not" 

He had actually admitted his feelings on national television. Well, almost but the point still stood.

And yet it’s complicated. He’s not single but we’re not dating. What the fuck Ethan Ramsey? We doing Schrodinger dating or what? 

This was her hell.

"Dr. Warren?" 

This time, she wasn’t annoyed at her name being called. This time, it was more relief than frustration. 

"Anika..?” Ethan’s voice hit her once again. 

“Um.. Hi” she didn’t know what to say. Her face was flushed from thinking about the moment they shared after the interview, and all the subtle moments that had in the past few months. 

“You’re supposed to be home. But Dr.Ortega did mention something about you not wanting to. What is it?" 

Ah there it is. Damn you Esme. I mean, no but yes.

"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it”

She tried to sound as normal and unbothered as she could. She didn’t want to even think about it, much less talk it out which would just make it much more real for her. She wanted to live in denial and pretend everything was normal for a while. 

 Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hold on her wrist. She snapped back into reality to notice that Ethan was pulling her somewhere. It was in the general direction of his office so she presumed that much but couldn’t help protesting the sudden force.

“Wai- Wha- Where are you taking me?!”

The reply only affirmed her presumption.

“To my office, Rookie. You’re clearly not well and you need to rest and if you won’t go home I’ll make sure you rest here.”

Why is this man so stubborn? I love him but why?

They were soon in his sparsely decorated office. Everything was organised with no stray papers or journals lying around which was usually the case with most of the other offices in the hospital.  Ethan sat her down on the couch and sat down beside her.

“Wait, I thought you wanted me to rest. What is this Dr.Ramsey? A plot to get me alone with you hmmm..?” She wanted to get alone with him. Ever since the confession the other night and him saying he wasn’t single, she needed some answers. 

“No. I just wanted to ask you about why exactly you didn’t want to go home. Dr.Ortega told me you looked disturbed and kind of in a trance and I got worried” Ethan said with worry clearly etched onto his face 

Why the hell is he so cute even when he’s worried? I’m so so in love ugh

His palm touched her face , snapping her out of her thoughts yet again. His gentle touch was something she wasn’t yet that used to, and he had been much more gentle and kind since the confession the previous night. He was acting so unlike the Ethan she knew and she had to get used to this. 

“Tell me , Anika. What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m here.”

Memories of the previous few days flooded her all at once. Her poaching the senator from MK, him intruding on the diagnostics team meetings, Travis behaving so normally that she could never in a million years imagine him being such a …. psychopath. 

The phone call she overheard, her disappointment on how she trusted a politician who wanted the same things as everyone else.

She was spiralling, and she was spiralling hard. It was hard not to, she was feeling guilty. She wanted to go back and not agree to June’s idea. She wanted to undo the whole thing.

Ethan noticed her face contorting with the painful memories and he immediately took her into his arms and that was all it took for her to start sobbing. 

“ I just..I feel guilty Ethan. I shouldn’t have gone to MK, I shouldn’t have followed June’s advice. I shouldn’t have trusted a politician. And most of all I shouldn’t have ran into the room like some kind of a superhero in a Hollywood movie without having proper back up”

Ethan’s face was grim. He understood the guilt over going over to MK and stealing their patient, he had been feeling it too. But he couldn’t understand the other feelings, it would be impossible to. He wanted to comfort her, let her know that she did absolutely nothing wrong but he knew his words wouldn’t matter much. 

Ethan’s thoughts were interrupted by more violent sobs, she was breaking in front of him and he couldn’t take it. He hugged her tighter and whispered sweet nothings, trying to tell her that she was only trying to do something good. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong Anika, you were doing your duty. You wanted to help. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re here. ”

He wanted to comfort her and never hear her cry again.

Anika on the other hand couldn’t stop. She felt bad, she felt bad when she thought about Danny and Sienna , when she thought about Bobby Gunderson and his daughter. “ Sienna probably hates me.." 

Ethan was taken aback by that comment, if he had noticed one thing about Dr.Trinh ,it was that she was someone you could absolutely trust. Her hating Anika was far fetched. ” She won’t, why would she hate you? She was so scared Anika, she was so scared that you would ….“ He couldn’t complete the sentence. He couldn’t even complete the though. 

” No, Ethan. Sienna loved Danny. And..and if I hadn’t..if I hadn’t..done something so stupid..he would still be here..they had a future Ethan, they really did..“ and she broke down into another fit of sobs. 

Ethan didn’t know what to do. He held her and helped her cry it out. Eventually the exhaustion hit her and she somehow fell asleep. He noticed though,that she had a fever. And was in the process of waking her up gently and giving her some medicine that the door opened. 

Naveen Banerji was worried. He was worried about Rafael , the paramedic he had somehow grown close to. He was worried about Ethan , his mentee and his "son”. But most of all, he was worried about Dr.Warren. She had taken the toll of the previous days hard and as soon as he heard that she was acting unusual, he wanted to find her. He couldn’t though and decided that the best way to approach this was to ask Ethan.  

He had just opened the door when he saw that Anika was with Ethan in the room, and they both looked very cosy. Ethan was in the process of giving her some kind of medication and he didn’t want to interrupt but it was clear that they had been having a moment.  And Anika looked deathly pale and after listening to a concerned Dr.Ortega about how she was a walking zombie and how he should force her to take time off work and seeing it himself, he decided to actually listen to Dr.Ortega and give Anika a week off. 

He silently closed the door as he did not want to interrupt and instead paged Ethan to come to his office. He not only wanted Anika to take a few days off work, he wanted Ethan to take care of her. He had never seen Ethan so happy with anybody before and it hurt him to see them push each other away. And if this was a chance for him to push Ethan towards his happiness, he would use it. 

Ethan had just finished giving Anika a tablet for her temperature and let her fall asleep again when his pager beeped. He walked briskly to Naveen’s office, curious to know why he called him. It was rare, getting paged by Naveen so he was a bit nervous. 

When he had entered and sat down, Naveen wasted no time in getting to the point. “ I’ve heard that Dr.Warren has been showing some trauma symptoms lately, and she has gone through a lot so I want to give her a week off” he said.

Ethan was happy, he wanted this to happen but he was confused as to why the chief had told him this .

“ Before you ask me why and how this concerns you, I want you to know that I want you to take care of her in this one week. And hence , I am giving you a whole week off too” Naveen finished with a smile on his face.

Ethan was surprised. He wanted to spend time with her, especially after his late night revelations. But taking a whole week off work was out of question. The diagnostics team would be two members down and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Naveen, that simply isn’t feasible. It’s already hard with a nurse down and a doctor down and me going would make it all the more difficult for the team.”

Naveen cut him off, he didn’t want to hear it

“ Son, just listen to me this time. I’ll take over the diagnostics team myself for the week and the workload can be handled. I want you both to take a while off and figure things out and that’s all I’ll say. Nothing you say will change this decision.”

Ethan didn’t have the heart to protest. Even though he was worried about how the team would function without two members, the fact that Naveen would take over eased him. 

Besides that, he really did want to forget the world for a bit and just hold her in his arms. The endeavour the previous day had shown him how much he cared and after that , he couldn’t keep her away. He almost lost her, and in those few hours where he had to put up a brave façade for the hospital while he was breaking inside were the worst few hours in his entire life. 

He didn’t know what he would do without her, just the thought of not having her jab at him randomly, do weird things just to annoy him and all of her little quirks which frustrated him to no end in the beginning which he had grown to love killed him. He needed her. 

He walked through the hospital to his office to find her awake and scrolling through her phone. This comforted him a bit as she looked tranquil and didn’t have the worry on her face like earlier. 

He entered the room and her face immediately lit up. This was something he would never tire of seeing , her smile. It made him feel all excited and warm. 

“ Ethan! I was waiting for you!” She chirped. He loved her voice and it automatically brought an easy smile onto his face.

He sat down beside her , absentmindedly stroking her hand and started speaking.

“ Naveen has ordered both of us to take a whole week off. He wouldn’t listen to anything. "  He said with a bemused smirk on his face. This whole idea of Naveen, was amusing to him. It was such an obvious attempt at getting them together that he couldn’t help but laugh at it.

” Wait what? What about the diagnostics team?! They can’t function with two members down. I mean they can but what if we get an important case?! What about my patients? What about your patients? This simply won’t-“

Ethan cut her off with a kiss. He wanted to do that for so long and looking at her get so worked up about the hospital was too cute for him to control himself. 

” Oh my ,Dr.Ramsey, so forward of you. I didn’t think someone like you could do something so scandalous" Anika chuckled between kisses and Ethan was too absorbed to even take offense to the statement.

Eventually, they got up and made their way to Ethan’s apartment. Anika had to inform her flatmates , everyone looking at her with raised eyebrows except Sienna , who she couldn’t look in the eyes. She also made sure to check up on Raf and Kyra, and shed a few tears looking at them. She was glad that both of them were alright because she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to anyone. 

Ethan’s apartment was as she remembered, clean and monochromatic. At this point, she had visited enough for her to just walk straight in and start playing with Jenner without any hesitation. Ethan loved seeing her like this, in his home , comfortable. He couldn’t help but imagine a future where she would just live there instead of visiting. 

After taking a shower ,they started working on dinner. Ethan didn’t want to make her work at all but she was adamant about helping. Watching her move across the kitchen with ease made him happy. But he didn’t forget to make her rest, as she was still weak which was evident when she lost focus suddenly and fainted.  Ethan dropped his spatula into the pan and rushed to get her up. She had started to have a rise in her temperature again. 

“ You can’t keep doing this Rookie , you’re sick and you’re literally working yourself to exhaustion. Now just take your medicine and relax , okay? I’ll take care of dinner.” He cooed into her ears as he lifted her up and carried her to his bed. 

Anika obliged with a pout, not letting him go back without a proper kiss. She wanted him to stay but her stomach rumbling made it obvious that she needed food. And the only source of food was Ethan cooking and she had to let him go.

Her fever had subsided by the time he poked his head into the bedroom telling her that dinner was ready. She had almost fallen asleep, exhaustion taking over her but dinner was important.

I need to talk to him about the interview. And the night before. I need to talk to him about so much. 

They had dinner in relative peace, having proper substantial food after all the hospital food she had eaten felt good. They were I’m easy conversation and she didn’t have the heart to bring up the topic of feelings.

He will shut down , and I don’t want him to shut down. 

Only when they had completed eating and ended up in bed cuddling could she force herself to ask him. 

Just do it Anika. It’s not too hard. He won’t push you away. Trust yourself. 

“ Ethan?” She spoke up with a timid voice. In the hospital, she was the person who would talk back when anything was wrong or if anybody did anything questionable, but here she was out of her depth.

“ Yes?” He answered with an inquisitive tone.

“I wanted to ask you about something” she went on. “ Uh..um.. the interview when you said you weren’t single..” she took a deep breath. 

Come on , just say it. Why are you so anxious?! 

Ethan immediately tensed up a bit. He meant every single word he said, both in the interview and in the night that followed and yet, he didn’t know how to approach this.  He was looking at her intently , waiting for her to continue when she started speaking again.

“ Yesterday night, when you talked about how you regretted keeping me away and how you wished you didn’t do it… did you mean it?” She finished, bracing for impact. She was so sure that he’d push her away yet again and they’d have to spend the rest of the week in awkwardness that his next words took her a moment to register. 

“ I meant every single word , Anika” he said, bringing her closer to him. He kissed her forehead and continued. “ I meant it. All of it. You are the light in my life, my sunshine. When I saw you behind the glass, covered in that grease , my heart stopped. I had to pick myself up and put on a face for the team but I was breaking into a million pieces. Each time I failed to diagnose what was wrong , I remembered that I could lose you. And that broke me even further. There was nothing I wanted to do more than run into the room and hold you in my hands. I can’t live without you Anika, I don’t want to imagine a life without you. ”

By this point , both of them were in tears. They were hugging each other, tears flowing freely. 

“ I was so scared ,Ethan. I just wanted to be in your arms. And I was scared for Raf. When you told me we had lost Danny, I realised I couldn’t lose Raf. And every moment, all I wanted was to be with you. You’re the most important thing in my life , Ethan. And I was so scared to talk to you about this, so scared that you would push me away again.”

Ethan took a sharp breath. Pushing her away after all this was impossible. He hugged her tighter , letting her cry , letting himself cry it out. 

“ I won’t push you away. I won’t ever push you away. I’m all in if you are” he said, through tears. 

Anika looked at him and could see a vulnerable man. She could see he was scared too, to admit his feelings and to let his walls down and she was determined to never hurt him.

“ I’m all in ,Ethan. Forever. ”

That night was one of the best nights of their lives. They just spent it cuddling and talking to each other about their dreams, their aspirations and themselves. 

Ethan hadn’t felt so at ease in years. He was ready to take care of her forever. He had never imagined falling in love but now, he couldn’t imagine not being in love. 

And that night , they knew that the next seven days and the rest of their lives would be amazing. 

And this, was her heaven.

THANK YOU IF YOU READ TILL HERE.

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Worth Fighting For (Part: Two)

summary: You’re entirely certain George is the one. So he hasn’t got to put up much of a fight… but in a way, that’s all he knows to do.

a/n: Now is a good time to mention that I know nothing about boxing. My only refreance is a movie about mma and one nights worth of basic research. But all that matters is I'm having buckets of fun writing this! The angst starts to creep in this chapter. Let me know what yall think!

w/c: 4k

Part 1

───※ ·❆· ※───

It was the end of an exceptionally long weekend. You'd managed to throw together last minute choreography for the kids school play, taught a wedding party how to waltz, and helped a friend nail her audition for a foreign dance company.

It was easy as ever, with a broken hand. But everything else was increasingly difficult. You were still getting used to using your one, lame hand to do laundry and cook dinner. But at least you could still dance.

There was nothing better than pumping the  music and moving until it ached. Until all you had to worry about was locking up and racing home to shower, and all the things you'd been anxious about all week had long fled to the very back of your mind.

But the weekend was over, and you didn't have an excuse to stay in the studio now that all the kids who came to learn were long gone. But you had a perfectly sound reason for taking longer to do you post class stretches. As you took your sweet time sliding into your jacket and switching out the lights, you kept your eye on the window to the hallway. You tried not to look too obvious, but there was a silly, desperate hope inside of you; to see George.

The gym door remained shut, raucous music thumbing from somewhere deep inside, as you dragged your feet out in the hall. You tried not to look like you were casting glances over your shoulder, or seem too disappointed when you found no one there. When the door to your studio was locked and your adrenalin from class dwindled away, you went on your way.

And while you tried not to think about the funny feeling you got in your chest at the thought of George, you shoved open the door to the parking lot. The sky was a bleak grey and a chill crept past your layers of brightly colored clothes.

"Took you long enough." A voice crept close over your shoulder, causing you to spin around with a gasp.

George was leaning against the stone of the building, the hood of his pale jacket up over his head, strong arms crossed over his broad chest.

"How's your hand?" He asked, like he really cared to know.

"Oh, I'm managing." You decided with a smile, happening to glance at George's. "How's yours?" You asked, noticing bruises on his knuckles that weren't there the weekend before.

George seemed confused, for a beat, before glimpsing down at his fingers.

"Oh, this is nothing." He said. And before you could choose one the dozens of questions you had, you decidedly moved on.

"What are you waiting on?" You asked in a nervous giggle, glancing to his car a few parking spaces away.

"You, obviously." George rose a brow and reached for his bulky canvas bag that rested near his feet. You watched his lean figure shift as he carried the weight over one shoulder and stepped closer.

"Come on, It's my turn to treat you to DeAngelo's." He explained, walking past you to his sleek vintage car. The familiar screech of the city bus caught your ear, and you looked over to notice it stall to a stop, before you followed George's lead.

The ride was quiet. You spent most of the time pretending to be distracted by your chipping nail polish. Even in his silence George was captivating. You couldn't be sure if he'd noticed you stealing glances at him as he drove; but every time you did, you wouldn't let yourself look long.

You couldn't be sure why stepping foot into the diner to get felt different. Maybe it was because you weren't alone. You were mixed among dozens of other dinner parties and the combined white noise of everyone's collective chatter set you at ease. You weren't as shy to let your gaze linger on George as he studied you across the same booth as before.

And much like then, your conversations started mildly. He asked what you were going to order, and you tried not to feel too embarrassed for listing off the same meal. But he grinned and said he was going to do the same. And right as your conversation opened up to grow ever deeper, you were interrupted.

"Miss y/n!" An excited, drawn out greeting rang from a small boy who was busy bouncing your way. You didn't need to turn to know it was little Louis. He was one of your most loyal students. And though you'd never say it to anyone, the small kid was your favorite budding ballerina. Perhaps because he cared so unabashedly for you, too.

All four feet and fifty pounds of the curly headed boy crashed into your side of the booth, his little arms reaching to wrap you in a hug. You let out a surprised gasp and turned to try and greet the boy as soon as you realized he'd appeared.

"Today was lot's of fun. Can we do more big jumps next week?" The boy broke away from you to peer up, big brown eyes full of hope. You chuckled a little and assured the boy you'd planned on it. That's about the time his mother shuffled over, apologizing for her eight years old interrupting your dinner.

"It's alright." You assured, sheepishly glancing over to George who was sat back watching on with a coy grin. The kind of smile that- if you were younger and less confident, might have made you insecure. But knowing the little you did about George, you read no mocking in his expression. Only something more vulnerable you couldn't quite make out yet. You wondered all of a sudden just how exactly to get him to open up, and wondered hopelessly if you'd ever get the chance.

"I'm always glad to see you, Louis." You grinned at the boy, still glancing up to you in the sweetest way. "He's never missed a class in two years." You bragged to George now, who let his grin stretch a little wider.

Then you got the good sense to introduce the guy across from you. You gave his name away, and mentioned that he taught at the gym at Fit For All. Louis mother seemed to light up at the mention.

"Oh, you're Geogre? You know my oldest son, Danny. He talks about you all the time." The woman whose dark roots were nearly longer than the dyed blonde bits of her hair gleamed, and Geogre seemed to glow, too.

"Oh, yes. He's always at the gym, it seems." George sat up a little, peering to the woman Louis belonged to. The mother explained that her eldest wanted nothing more than to grow up to become a boxer. But a shoulder injury at the tail end of highschool ruined his chances. So Danny traded boxing for running, and had completed several marathons since.

George said the guy was great at encouraging the kids who frequented Fit For All, no matter which lesson they showed up for. It was your turn to smile and watch as George and his friends mother gushed over the guy who wasn't even around.

When Louis was coaxed from your side back to his mothers he gave you one final hug and raced her to a table across the room. A silence fell between you and George once more, but it was more familiar than ever. George was the first to break it.

"He was sweet." George smiled, reaching for his drink.

"Must run in the family." You pointed out. "I didn't realize Louis even had a brother."

"Danny is a good guy. He always knows just what to say. Not only to the kids, but to me too, some days." George let out a little laugh. A nervous, slightly bittered chuckle. And while it made you realize a little something more about him, it added to the complexity of George all the while. This guy was going to drive you nuts in no time. You'd let him.

///

And that's how it started. Every Friday, around the same time, you'd pile into George's ride and one of you would cover the bill for DeAngelo's.

Sometimes you got held up, trying to help a girl learn her steps for the schools annual talent show. You'd find Geogre had lingered in and made himself at home on the folded up mats near the door. You caught his gaze in the wall length mirror and tried to hide your blush while you danced on.

Other times, he'd be running behind. You shuffled outside to find George in the middle of what seemed to be a serious conversation with a familiar guy around your age. It was Danny, and you were introduced for the first time like you'd been friends forever. You found the rumors about the guy were true, even in the first few minutes of meeting. Danny mentioned his little brother mentioning you nonstop, and said how he'd been waiting to put your face to your name. George ended the small talk by reaching over and nudging you toward his car.

The slight touch of his arm against yours made you feel different than the only other time he'd touched you before. The last was when he'd rushed in to monitor your injured hand. And you couldn't feel much of anything. But now, when George leaned into you, pushing you away all the while, your nerves seemed to dance on end. But Danny's pleasant goodbye tore your thoughts away, and you waved your working hand to the guy and hoped out loud to see more of him.

Then George drove you to DeAngelos for another week in a row.

///

You hadn't really realized how much time had passed until snow started to fall. Granted the weather seemed to change much earlier than it ever had years prior. But it changed all the same, and it seemed to draw attention to the tradition you'd made of going to dinner with George.

You sat in the same spot almost everytime. And you talked about the same sorts of things. There were always complaints shared, about the growing cold, and the things that held up your week. There was always some kind of exciting news to share, about a new movie coming to town, or the things you'd accomplished during work. You even spoke about things you hadn't been keen on discussing with most other people. Like your relationship with your family and the scariest parts of highschool. Because George asked. He asked you more about yourself than he ever dared to mention his own stories.

"When are you gonna let me come watch you teach kids how to throw a punch, huh?" You teased. George had lingered in the doorway to catch the tail end of a handful of your lessons, by now. And he was always done for the night, when yours ended early.

As you ate your usual dinner, he kept his demure smile and rolled his dazzling blue eyes your way, before changing the subject. And you wanted nothing more than to listen to him talk, so you let your question go unanswered.

"We've been coming here a lot." He pointed out, plain and simply. But the comment made your heart feel like it had grown a layer of steel , sinking ever so slightly.

"Would you rather us go someplace else?" You wondered in a light manner, trying not to seem let down at the possibility of ending your tradition.

"Course not. I'm saying I like coming here." George smiled, then added, "With you."

You bit back your grin from spreading too widely and let the familiar bout of quiet follow.

///

But the next weekend was different and it was all your fault. Your water heater broke on Tuesday. And your landlord called back Wednesday night to say he couldn't help you fix it till he came back to town next week. You had to postpone Friday's class when you realized you were in too deep trying to fix the issue yourself. And while you fiddled with the matter with your non broken hand, a deep regret flooded your system when you realized George would miss you and you had no way of letting him know.

You worried all evening at the thought of standing him up. You crossed your working fingers that he'd still be keen to see you the next weekend; and tried to accept the fact that since your tradition had been broken, the thin connection you shared with George might now forever be lost, too.

By the end of your next week, your landlord was still off on holiday, and had taken to ignoring your texts asking for help. How hard was it for him to call a local mechanic to send your way before he left to go tanning for the day, or whatever?

And as you bared another cold shower and grumpily hurried to head to the studio, your power went out.

"No, no no!" You whined, flipping a light switch a dozen times in a row and wishing and hoping and praying everything would come back to life. You took a deep breath, rushed to the closet where the panel that held your home's power was, and were disappointed to find flipping a few switches there did absolutely nothing. You didn't have time to worry. You couldn't let your kids down again.

Some of them were already lingering outside of the studio when you rushed in, stomping away snow. Little Louis actually cheered and dashed your way for a hug, like he did. You smiled, set at ease by the child's sweet nature.

Then you taught him and a dozen others to dance, and let your worries fade away for an hour and a half. George hadn't slipped into the studio when the clock ticked past your usual meeting time. You tried not to let yourself feel disappointed when your kids shuffled home. You only wrapped up for the day and started to worry over your situation all over again.

But as you locked the doors to the studio, Danny was making his way out into the hall, and George was trailing close behind.

"Hey kid!" Danny glowed, turning to greet you in the dim hall. You shot him a pleasant smile, despite everything, trying not to catch George's gaze. Because his expression was so familiar, now. And he was looking right at you in a way you realized he so often did. And you'd let him down last week, and you had to do it again, now.

He shouldered past Danny as the bulky fellow seemed to decide to go home. He gave you both a quick goodnight before making his way toward the heavy doors. Then you were left alone with the guy you hadn't stopped thinking of since the time he held an ice pack to your knuckles.

"Where've you been?" He asked, like he was much more concerned than disappointed. And while that was nice, it wasn't enough to stop you from wanting to cry a little. God you hoped you didn't look the way you felt.

"I'm so sorry I missed last weekend." You started, shifting in place, under George's study on you. "My water heater broke. Then my power went out. So, now I've got to go home and figure out what to do. I hate to miss another one of our dinners but-"

"What do you need?" His question interrupted your rambles to a halt. You held your breath and looked to the guy for a curious beat before explaining yourself.

"Well I'm just going to grab some things and find a place to stay. Probably just that Motel on Second Street. My landlord is such a-"

"The Second Street Motel?" George grimaced, like he had memories of the place he wasn't over yet. "That place is a dump. And they'll over charge you. Why don't... if you'd like... well you could stay with me." George's confident speech dwindled into something meek as he spoke on. It made you chuckle a little, the way he'd surprised you when you least expected it. And when a moment of quiet passed as you searched his stunning blues eyes, George spoke up more assuredly.

"Only if you want."

"Only if you're sure." Your smile fell away as  dozen of nerves rose to your throat as you responded.

"Come on." He nodded, turning to the door in the same fashion he'd always do when you were headed to the one of the only other places you'd gone together. His ride to the urgent care was courteous. His company at DeAngelos was kind. And his offer for you to spend the night was an all new layer of generosity that made you feel the way you did when he touched you a few weeks ago.

///

He waited in his car while you used the flashlight on your phone to throw a few things in a bag. Between your toothbrush, your night clothes, and some things for the morning, you forced yourself not to think about what was happening. You just urged your feet to move and tried not to seem too excited to settle back into George's car.

He drove to his place in a silence that felt different than all the other times before. And when you stole a glance over to him, you could have sworn he'd just turned away from looking over to you. The thought danced through your mind till his vintage ride pulled to a stop outside a row of townhouses. They were just a few roads away from your own, in a quiet, bleak part of town.

George held open his front door as you stepped in from the cold, a baby blue backpack full of essentials in your clutch. And all of your expectations for what Geogre's home might have looked like were not only unmet, but left you with more questions about the guy than ever.

The home was neatly decorated in pale colors. Plants and picture frames decorated every shelf and corner, and the dish towel in his kitchen matched the tea kettle on the stove. It was reminiscent of a much older person's space, with a vibrant charm of someone much more spry. You padded to the cozy living room as Geogre disappeared around a corner, leaving you to think up a dozen more questions about the fellow you were determined to get to the bottom of.

As you eased onto the navy sofa and abandoned your bag, a light came on in the hall and an old orange cat came prancing toward your feet. You glanced down to the pet as it meowed up to you, and stretched to balance against your knees. You cooed, reaching to pet it, before the animal jumped into your lap.

"That's Sadie." George spoke, stepping into the room, slowly making his way toward the sofa. "I was going to apologize for her disregard for personal space but you don't seem to mind." He chuckled.

"Not at all, she's lovely." You grinned, cradling the cat like a baby as purs rattled her delicate frame. George seemed to watch on as you admired the pretty animal in your arms. And when you dared to look back up to him, he sat up a little, from where he was perched on the edge of the couch.

George said something about ordering take away from a place nearby, and you agreed with the condition that you got to pay for it, too make up for his kindness in letting you stay in his lovely home. And much to your surprise, when you realized it anyhow, you felt perfectly content waiting around with George, for the pizza to be delivered. He stuck to his end of the sofa, while you settled into yours, holding fast to Sadie all the while. You talked about usual things, and even laughed over some others, until there was a knock at the door.

George went to answer, as you trailed toward the kitchen, stopping in the hall to admire some of the photos on the wall. There were plenty of his family, or maybe just friends. And even some of George, dressed in boxing gloves, at who must have been his father's side. The older man who looked so much like George held up an award as his son stood by with a shy smile and messy hair.

George found you gawking at his frames on his mission to set the box of pizza on the table.

"This photo is sweet. Did you win this garish award?" You teased, turning to find George wearing a grin reminecent of the one he sported in the photo.

"I did." He said.

"But you don't really do this sort of thing anymore..." You spoke, halfway asking why in the gentlest way you knew that might pry open his closed off manner.

"No I haven't for a while." George said. He poured you both a strong drink, the kind DeAngelos didn't serve.

"Why is that?" You wondered, easing to one of the wooden paint chipped seats at George's kitchen table. You watched him take a sip of the dark liquid in his glass, as you reached for your own.

"It got to be too much." He said, easier than anytime before. Like he actually wanted to tell you. And you kept a quiet eye on him, hoping if you waited long enough, he'd keep talking.

And much to your patient delight, he did.

"I started going to Fit after school, when I had nothing better to do. I'd stay till close, because I didn't want to go home." George explained. You took small bites of pizza and listened on, eyes softly glued to George's every word. And as he ate, he told you that he didn't have a very easy time growing up. How his father was sick, and his mother was never around. How George never thought of his future because he was busy worrying about each day at a time. You could tell he didn't talk about it. Any of it. So you just kept sipping your drink and offering gentle encouragement for him to keep going. Because you wanted to know. You desperately cared to know.

George told you that on one of Bareny's regular stops in, the gym owner took notice of George. How he'd listen to the distant encouragement some coaches gave to students in the ring. How he didn't have the money to take those lessons and stuck to practicing on the mats in the corner. How Bareny noticed, and asked George if he'd like to be trained. How he took up the owners generous offer, free of charge.

And when you nudged him to keep talking by asking all the right questions, George explained that Barney helped him enter into matches that he won like an old pro. How exhilarating it was at first. But those nights would end and George would go home and he would hate it. You knew better than to ask why, as he moved on. You just hoped this was the beginning of him letting you in bit by bit. The first of many stories.  You downed the last of your drink while George finished his pizza.

"Well you might not box anymore but I'd still love to watch you teach kids how." You laughed, watching George crack a smile across the table from you. He thanked you for covering dinner and you thanked him for letting you stay over. Then you launched into a sudden ramble about how stressed out you were about what to do, how it might be better to move than to keep combating your landlord. But how you didn't have the funds to put toward either of those options.

"God sorry I sound like a cry baby." You laughed, resting your glass in George's sink as he stored the left over pizza away.

"No you don't. You sound worried, and I'm sorry to hear it. Letting you stay over is the least I could do, really." George shrugged, shifting to face you. He stood a step away, keeping his intimidating gaze on yours. The kind of glare that might have made you feel small if you didn't know George. But you saw past the way he stood so tall and stoically. You saw more of him tonight than you ever had before. And that's what made you unsure of what to say next.

"I think I'll go get cleaned up now." You spoke with a gentle nod, heading to collect your bag. George showed you to the bathroom at the end of the hall before turning away and saying something about changing, himself.

You were left to bask at your reflection in the harsh golden light as the bathroom fan buzzed overhead. You dug through your backpack to find the nightclothes you'd brought along and thought of George as you stepped into the shower. The water was hot, pelting your shoulder blades with a warmth you hadn't had the luxury of experiencing all week. But you hurried along, mindful not to use up all the hot water.

When you changed and took a deep breath and peered back to the mirror, it was covered in steam. So you zipped up your backpack and made your way back out into George's home. Sadie was waiting patiently outside of the door. She wove between your feet as you took care not to step in her path before she settled to walk at your side. Was this some kind of dream, you wondered? Some kind of idyllic alternate universe, where nothing was the matter and the space you occupied was warm and safe and shared by the boy you hadn't stopped thinking of for months in a row?

At the end of the hall, George's bedroom door was open. A soft amber light shone from the bedside lamp you could see. George appeared into view as you were drawn to the space like a moth to a flame. He wore a tattered t-shirt and a pair of cotton joggers you'd never seen him wear before. His yellow hair appeared slightly damp and he looked happy, somewhere in the depths of his usually guarded expression. He looked at home.

Sadie brushed past your ankle, out of the hall and into the living room, leaving you and George the most alone you'd ever been.

He stalled in the doorway as you halted your floating closer. His eyes were softer than you'd ever seen them, sleepier; maybe.

"Right, well goodnight I suppose." You smiled, trying not to let your eyes rake over his figure. You could practically feel how close he was.

"Right." George seemed to decide, letting his eyes search yours for a beat before his glance drifted over your shoulder.

"I'll find you some blankets." He said, slowly stepping past you. But before he could drift down the hall you stopped him. Somehow, you spoke without even thinking, without even knowing you were brave enough.

All you said was his name, like a question. And that was all it took. George turned on a dime and kissed you. He crashed his lips against yours and tangled his long fingers in your hair as he cradled your head. His grip was the only thing holding you in place as you melted into a puddle, against him. When you started kissing George back, he moved one hand down the length of your side as he made one swift move to pin you against the wall. You couldn't help but let out a surprised breath, a sigh, a laugh of some kind.

George responded by kissing you harder, until you could hardly breath. And when you stopped kissing him back to do just that, you felt George's gentle grip against the exposed skin of your hip; tighten ever so slightly.

"Do I still have to sleep on your sofa?" You asked what felt like one dozen questions in one. Your fear of ruining the one in a million moment disguised by a lithe smile. George responded by letting out a laugh, his eyes nearly closing as he did. And when he was finished, he said;

"Come on."

You followed George to his bed, not daring to hide your excitement. He pulled you in with a smile, perhaps the broadest of smirks you'd seen him sport. There was still so much you longed to know about George. So many questions you were eager to ask, so many things you longed to hear him talk about. But spending the night sharing his pillow was a good place to start, you figured. You hadn't expected it of course. You never knew what was next with George. You'd only, simply, hoped for a next time. And with the way he looked at you now, and held on, you rekonned maybe he didn't want you to stray too far, either.

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[jam-heathen]

ok uhhh Ford. Tell me about ford.

Yessss okay time to solidify my thoughts into something more concrete than “Perfect, love her, 10/10″

How I feel about this character: 

I love Ford so much? She’s an absolute powerhouse and cute as a button. Her vibes? Amazing. Her outfits? Top tier. Managing a hockey team? Could not be me, I am full of fear. Continuing the tradition of SMH being kept in line by a lovely artsy manager and friend.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

I’ve seen everything from Tango to Shruti to relatives of the SMH cast and honestly I just want good things for Ford. Depends on the day and the story but she’s vibin no matter who it is.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: (This…. Listen… I’m about to talk about Ford friendships for a LONG time and you get 3 because I say so but know I have thoughts about so many Ford Friendships)

Whiskey. I mentioned this in my post about him but Whiskey and Ford are a dynamic duo. Banned from being on the same team for board game night (and yall thought the sheep empire was cruel). Ford has a scarily accurate read on Whiskey’s music taste and will send song recs before Whiskey knows he wants them. He’s stopped questioning why these texts show up when they do and has accepted they’re needed. Whiskey will not admit to it but he has a calendar with big deadlines marked on it for Ford and will bring her lunch. She can take care of herself, but she’s more apt to take a break and burn out less if she has less to worry about so lunch deliveries happen.

Tangoooo! Have you ever seen two people simultaneously realize something everyone’s been taking for granted makes NO fucking sense and immediately decide to do an investigatory deep dive? That’s these two, and they’re scary good at it. It’s the weirdest combination between having an immense amount of fun and actually doing wildly effective research. have this vague idea that they do a combined senior project that wins like national awards.

I’ll go with my most unexpected vote here and say Holster. Sure, mutual appreciation for musical theatre and SMH was the start, but it’s actually when Ford asks him a really complex econ question for the intro level class she’s taking that starts off their friendship. Turns out there’s a dude who’s been rude as hell all semester in that class and Ford enlists Holster’s help in strategically dismantling every dumb thing he’s ever said in her final presentation. From there it’s just pure chaos, high key energy, and over the top costume design for Halloween and it is GLORIOUS. (I have… a wip about this… someday).

Honorable mention to Chowder Lardo and Bitty, but I’ll leave it at that.

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

Tying into the above: she’s super competitive. Only about certain things and always with grace and poise, and normally she just likes to chill, but honestly? Truly? Once she has decided she will be doing the most and win.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Besides just wanting to see more of the WTF trio generally and learning the ~lore~? We should’ve let Ford direct a small SMH play. Maybe for charity or maybe for a seminar she’s taking but I want it. This may be something just for me but like… also what if we just let it happen?

my OTP:

Ya know, I don’t actually know I have a top pick? I just want good things for Ford.

my cross over ship:

I really do not think about crossovers lmao.

a headcanon fact:

Ford’s also fairly mechanically inclined! Not build-a-house-in-the-Haus inclined, but she can definitely fix a thing or two and had done some work for different shows.

[kawaiijellymonster]

So I’ve got a note in my notes app called “Fanfic lines that should be in a hall of fame” and it’s gotten pretty long so I figure I’ll toss it on here so yall can enjoy it, most of them are: mha, zukka, miraculous ladybug, harry potter, and I think one is from a comment on a hannibal amv, But here you go:

Stain sold papers because he just had an aura about him that drew people in, like people who slow down to look at car crashes.

“The Rumor Come Out: Does Todoroki Shoto is Gay?”

Izuku spent the next week going to his normal martial arts classes, studying, and drinking gallons of coffee. Not healthy but he could deal with it. His body was never meant to be permanent.

So no one was watching when Mei placed her forehead against his, breath fanning across his face as she spoke. "Wake up Loki… the world needs you."

“No probs ‘lil listener!” Hizashi said, striking a dramatic pose. “I’ll be your DJ all through the night, bringin’ you such rockin’ hits as safety, security and sweet dreams!”

“This is stupid! Screw the waiting and screw these stupid butterflies. They're not paying rent, the little shits--”

Experimenting with unstable genetic mutant abominations is more of an art than a science, really."

Several looks pass across both their faces. “No flying for a month,” Sirius declares. That sucks, actually. But he’s also a hundred percent certain he can get them to cave on that in two weeks tops. “Okay. Is that for the breaking into the Ministry, destroying the Department of Mysteries, making a bargain with Voldemort, or bringing all my friends with me?” “It’s for recklessly endangering your own life again,” Remus says, “and while the punishment very much doesn’t fit the crime, we’re a bit at a loss for what else to do.” “It wasn’t reckless!” he protests. “We had a plan and everything, and we even brought an adult! An adult Order member! Also what else were we supposed to do, let Snape die?” Sirius takes a deep breath, but Remus steps on his foot before he can put it in his mouth. “Which is why you’re only getting flying privileges taken away and not thrown in a cell in Azkaban for our sanity and your safety.” As if any cell could hold him. “I accept your terms.”

“Who’s Theophania?” Sirius asks. Harry hesitates. Perhaps bringing her up was his smartest decision, strategically speaking. “If I tell you you’re not allowed to throw me in Azkaban. Or ground me.” “This isn’t a negotiation,” Sirius repeats. If Blaise has taught him anything, it’s that everything is a negotiation. “She’s a friend.” “And?” Sirius repeats. Remus suddenly grabs onto Sirius’s shoulder, “Wait. Petrifying - during your second year - is Theophania - she’s not the basilisk.” “No, they killed it,” Sirius says automatically. Harry remains silent. “Harry!” He rubs his nose. “It turns out I’m not that good at killing things. Unkilling things, however? My specialty.”

“It’s okay,” Nanaia says, “you don’t know. What do you do when you don’t know something?” “Try something you do know and hope it doesn’t make everything worse?” For some reason, Horace looks sad at that answer, and Dumbledore shifts from one foot to the other. “No,” she says, “you ask for help.” Oh.

“It’ll piss off your son,” he answers bluntly. “Fuck that kid,” Riddle Sr. says

“You played me!” “Like a cheap kazoo”

Batman sighed, before speaking in a voice that was so unlike his usual growl that most of the other League members almost fell out of their chairs. Diana and Clark seemed to be used to it. “Damian,” he started. His voice was still deep, but a regular-deep, instead of I-just-swallowed-six-buckets-of-gravel deep.

“She loved James too,” she assures, and the confidence she says that with allows him to breathe, like someone has let go of his lungs. “It is possible to love more than one person at the same time. She loved your father with the type of love that’s – that was like a shooting star, burning and bright and touching everyone around them. Her love for Severus was different, and in the end it wasn’t the type of love either of them could handle.”

You’re better at it now then many people are after leaving a full apprenticeship, and you’ve only had a year of lessons a couple of times a week instead of years of intensive study. Do you know why that is?” “Luck?” he offers weakly. For some reason, he doesn’t like the direction this is going in. “No,” she says. “To be good at healing, the way you are, the way I am, you need a certain combination of things. Intelligence, power, control, but more than that. Stubbornness, a tricky balance of flexibility and inflexibility, and a constant, brutal assessment over your own skills. And something else.” “A propensity towards poor life choices?” he suggests. Poppy shakes her head, not taking the bait. “No. You have to care. You have to care about everyone, even people you dislike, and you have to care so much that if feels like it’s killing you, you have to care and that care has to hurt, until the only thing that hurts worse than caring is not caring. To be good at this, you have to let it hurt you.”

“You two shouldn’t have bothered dressing formally for Albus, he’s a bitch.” Harry doesn’t have any idea what’s going on, but he’s loving it.  

“It was on the syllabus,” Zuko whispered conspiratorially to his mother. Sokka gasped. “You know I don’t read those!” “This is your own fault then.” “I like to be surprised. The procrastination keeps me humble.”

sometimes you remind me of the stars youre gorgeous and happy and can always brighten me on the darkest days and even when youre dampened you can guide me home

“imagine you are the only person who loves to play chess more than anything but nobody else in the world has ever heard about chess. and then you see a person holding a chessboard. it’s like your whole world was reborn”

"I wanted to be a stripper in middle school," Izuku said. Yup, that's a good cover.

What you’re asking for isn’t fair or right. You can’t ask a person for more than they’re willing to give

In Mei’s words, “You have about five minutes of ‘fuck that one thing in particular.’ Make them count.”

“Mei, let me introduce your new best friend. This is Momo. She has a Quirk that lets her make anything as long as she knows its composition inside and out. All you have to do is buy her dinner,“ Izuku said,

The cameras were looped. The bots were hacked. It was a good day to be a villain.

“None. The alarm never left the building.” “Really? Why is that?” “Mei finished first and decided to do you a favor. However, you've got the fire alarm just starting to go off and that's on a different circuit. Take a fast way down.” “Understood,” Hitoshi drawled. A moment later he was looking back at the crew. “Ladies and Frenchman. We take the express.”

Quinn is talking like that actually answers his question when it really, really doesn’t. “If you don’t start making sense, I’ll cry.”

“You’re one of my best students,” ze says. “You should understand the importance of timing. Speaking of, you’re late for your next class.”

Fuck, he totally is. “Thank you for that very confusing answer. I’ll think of you while crying myself to sleep.”

He’d wondered if that was what bravery was, to be quiet even when you were hurting so much you wanted to scream.

maybe bravery was also running screaming at the thing that nearly killed you, to keep it from killing someone else.

“Apologies are not difficult. Good apologies revolve around three basic points. One, I acknowledge what I did was wrong. Two, I regret that you were harmed. Three, this is how I plan to make sure it does not happen again. That’s all. Apologies are easy.” Then she’d glanced at them all again, evaluating. “And if you become very, very good at your job... they will be the absolute hardest thing you ever do.”

“Even though we’re a bunch of migraine-inducing hellions who are smart enough to know when something is a bad idea and stupid enough to still do it?”

“You’re like the nice china that Al only brings out for Christmas. Except Bruce just realised that I stole it, and chipped it. Maybe it’s time I give it back before I shatter all the pieces.”

she won’t co-parent my perfectly reasonable and well-behaved children.” Clark snorts. “Damian’s trying to stab Tim, right now.”

"Oh, my knight in shining armour. What would I do without you?" the teen droned, placing a dramatic hand on her head. 

"I think you mean 'knight in shining leather', M'Lady. And without me, you would be left alone in this kingdom of lies.”

"It's a kingdom, alright. It'll topple sooner or later." "That's the spirit!" Adrien laughed.

Here’s something that a harbinger of tragedy would never find the courage to admit: there are moments in between the bitter self-hatred and the visceral, tangible consequences of your sins in which you almost think you’re worthy of forgiveness; of second chances; of a life beyond your greatest regrets. It’s a unique brand of pain,

“Go directly to horny jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.”

“You can’t wait around for him to be sorry,” Izuku says. He’s quiet now. This isn’t something that’s meant to be shouted. “Maybe he’ll never be sorry. Maybe he doesn’t know he did anything wrong, or he doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter.” Cautiously he takes a step forward. “You can’t depend on the people who hurt you to be the ones to make it better, or it’s never going to get better. They’ll only disappoint you, or hurt you even worse, and then they’ll be gone and you’ll be waiting forever.”

Midoriya may be strong as hell, but that just means looking out for him has to be a team effort.

How would his new adoring fans react if they knew he raised a villain? He's no All-Might. His pillar's made of toothpicks, and it's not gonna take much to crack it.”

Tensei approaches Rei, “Okay, this plan is childish, unprofessional, and a discourtesy to this school's reputation. That being said, when do we nail the little twat?

Hinata is dead. Deceased. Passed away, laid to rest with a headstone that reads Here Lies Hinata Shouyou, Killed By A Wink And A Blown Kiss.

It’s dangerous to be a bad father when you have life insurance

[silver-wield]

FF7R vs FF7 mural comparison

I’ve been playing through OG to remind myself of some of the story elements that might go into Remake, and spot some refs, too. 

Once we hit the temple of the ancients we see this long ass mural depicting the previous fall of meteor and some other stuff. It’s mostly based on Egyptian style, so obviously some of the design is outdated, but there’s definitely a lot of elements that made it into the new mural we see in chapter 17 on Aerith’s wall. 

Yall are gonna notice in my FF7 screens that I’m power boosting lol yup, totally cheating through the game to get story content.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be smol.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

Please check my master post to see if I've already covered your question, thanx

Anyway, let’s mosey!

The main image in the Remake mural is the planet with the yellow flower in the centre and meteor about to hit it. It’s a combination drawing of both Aerith’s childish designs and her mother’s more sophisticated style. 

In the OG we didn’t get any flower imagery since that’s new for Remake, so instead we have the black materia being held up and summoning meteor. 

I found this image of the different style flower in the top part of the Remake drawing interesting. It doesn’t look like the others. It’s not a sun. Not a star. Definitely a flower. Why have a different design? Is it just a call back to the OG? 

Well, over in FF7 there’s this similar design that everyone’s praying to. It’s not the sun - I’ve got a screen of that lower down. It’s not a star and it’s not meteor. I have no idea as to either symbolism. FF7 could be praying to a God/Goddess and FF7R could be the origin of the meteor, since the vapour trail from it comes from the spot where this flower is. 

I honestly don’t know, but it’s interesting both murals have this similar picture in them.

Said I had one of the sun. 

In the Remake mural we’ve got the temple of the ancients surrounded by yellow flowers, which we know the whispers told Aerith to follow. Since the temple is a huge part of her heritage arc we know we’re gonna go there. In the original game we’ve got a bunch of Egyptian based imagery and hieroglyphics on the wall. Pretty sure I heard someone went to the trouble of translating them back in the day, but I’m not 100%. The sun in both murals is markedly different to the stars or flower imagery, so there’s no mistaking those.

Meteor in both images. Seems Aerith’s mother predicted this when Aerith was like 7? You can also - just about - see the fallen red star of Jenova to the left of the screen where the red flower is. It’s a brighter red than the flower and laying by the stalk. So, this is definitely predicting meteor and the future and doesn’t depict the past because we already have evidence of Jenova’s fall to the planet on it. 

There’s no similar imagery on the OG mural, unless I missed it. 

Yeah, same image as before, but this time I’m focusing on the figures in it.

Remake has five people with a different design to the townspeople types at the bottom of the mural. Now, since holy is a type of materia, does that mean that Remake’s meteor is also a materia and not a pyramid shape? One of the figures in the Remake mural is definitely female, while the others appear to be male. Above the central figure’s head is a green orb -- holy? Beside that is another orb of the exact same size -- this may possibly be meteor since the two materia are opposites to each other. Two figures have books floating in front of them. One holds a staff and the other two are raising their arms to the heavens. This is some kind of summoning ritual. This fits what we know about how both magics are used. Aerith had to perform a summoning ritual for Holy, while Sephiroth manipulated his way around it to call Meteor.

You can see in OG the figures hold green items and there’s a lot of green within the entire mural itself. One holds a staff, one has a cup beside them, there’s a basket on the ground, a female character has her arms raised and the last figure appears to have a mirror(?) in their hand. 

If the summoning ritual calls for more than one person, this could explain why it took Holy so long to arrive. Aerith didn’t have enough power to do it on her own, so it took longer. 

Since the OG depicts the previous meteor fall which brought Jenova, we can see a continuation of that within Aerith’s mural because the fallen star symbolising Jenova is there already. A second star about to hit the planet is the current threat from Sephiroth summoning meteor. 

Aerith’s mother painted the sophisticated elements of the mural, so she both gave Aerith a history lesson and a warning about things to come. Did she have prior knowledge? Did the planet tell her since it knows its own story from inception to end as Red explained? If it did, why would she tell Aerith about it? Because part of that story is knowing how her daughter dies and she wants to save her? Could we be getting a King Regis interference parallel here? Ifalna doesn’t want Aerith to die, so she warns her about what’s coming, but to save her, she literally has to destroy the path of fate. She has to go against her own role as a protector of the planet.

I believe it. A parent would do anything to save their kid. 

[eddisgon-blog]

BERK ATAN? No, that’s actually EDGAR BONES from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of ENDER BONES and IRMAK BONES (NÉE KUNDAKÇI)? Only 29 years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as an UNSPEAKABLE and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. HE identifies as CIS-MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be RECKLESS, BELLIGERENT, and INTRANSIGENT but also TENACIOUS, JUST, and ASTUTE. — &&. ( CAMI, GMT, SHE/HER, 19. )

TW: death, child death, blood, alcoholism (vaguely)

yoho guess what, edgar is a reckless idiot who somehow has gotten even more reckless and yall are gonna have to put up with it! he’s also just as likely as harry to name his next kid albus so there’s that tidbit of info. his favourite colour is lilac. now here’s some worse info:

I.

the child of relevant members of wizarding community AND purebloods, things could have gone much differently for edgar, but that’s a fact he’s taken long to comprehend. the role his loving family, that believed in him every step of the way, played is one of love for edgar, but not something he’d, until rather recently, attribute to the way his story goes - not the way his story ends. their values, their love, their care, his siblings; they were truly so important in the makings of him.

irmak and ender were a strong tree, with branches all around him for protection, softening every blow and fall.  their safety and encouragement nurtured a deep desire within him to do whatever he set his mind to, regardless of the consequences. after all, if he tried hard enough, he’d get all of his wishes. as a child, edgar wasn’t learning how to fly a broomstick as fast as his friends and siblings, and he didn’t have any particular wish to take the heights, but his assumed failure only propelled him to try harder. for hours upon hours, he’d lose balance, fall to the ground and then get back up, knees dripping blood. his father found him at dinnertime, taking rounds around the house, conquering for the sake of conquering alone.

that tenacity never left the boy, determining his future within the gryffindor bravado, his push for better grades, his detentions and self-made heartbreaks, all because the riot in him would not let him stand still. hexes and kicks, edgar quickly became known as one not to anger, a likely future brutal auror, given his yearning for justice even after the smallest of infractions, like a group calling a muggleborn slurs after potions class - because the world was his to conquer, should he chose to, and he had nothing else to choose. 

entitled, they called him. edgar always prefer to see himself as an idealist instead. 

the moral code passed down by his family was instrumental in the shaping of who he became. eddie always knew wrong from right, and that certainty let him see the world as black or white, with no room for the indecisions his classmates exhibited, or the inconsistencies of the ministry, every newspaper headline contradictory with the previous. the world around him seemed to tip toe and edgar knew only how to slam in. 

his ways kept him close with a variety of friends, but especially to the other rowdy ones, unafraid to speak their minds and go just far enough to be thrown in detention once more. his ways also cost him the biggest thing he’d been after all of hogwarts: the prefect badge. 

II.

becoming an auror had a certain allure to it. an outlet for the flaming energy inside him, and for his yearning for justice, being a source of scenarios in which he could play the detective, a role he so enjoyed. training was brutal, however, and every day passed, his desire to live forever beneath a badge kept diming. edgar’s lack for motivation was noticeable, as if the light in his eyes had purely shut off, and his mates encouraged him to pursue other paths.

politics was out of the question, too grey for him. healing bored him to death (and he was never that great at herbology anyway). eddie considered journalism for a while, but the likely future of a dusty desk at the daily prophet, carrying out their at times sensationalist work, made him not want to read a newspaper ever again. but edgar couldn’t be adrift. he’d made damn sure all his life he was pushing himself to be the very best possible, edgar with a plan, edgar ready to make a dent on the world. to accept defeat would have very easily broken him. 

after short stints in ministry offices (from clerk, which lasted all of four days, to secretary, security, forgotten offices who’d hire pretty much anyway with decent grades) he became a hit wizard. his intellect suffered, not through any fault of his coworkers, but due to it being so damn close to auror work, except he couldn't call the shots, not could he investigate, piece together the puzzles like he so loved. in the meantime, he’d sought direction in life elsewhere: that pretty girl from the bar just at the end of his street whose talks of muggle films and news had always kept him for hours, drink in hand, too enthralled to sip. he hated the trickery of politics but he could hear her explaining the iron curtain for hours. anna had stuck around through every change, knowing little of the context of it all. then a little more. and a little more. small breaches of wizard law, small TREASONS. he’d moved in with her, shown her a spell or two. in a few years she was meeting his family, watching his cousins fly in a broom, reading his newspapers with the moving images and scary news of impending conflict. (even marrying the fool, later down the line)

hit wizard work is brutal, and it began to show. despite being an outlet for his inner riot, it put him in vulnerable positions, and anna worried - that simply had to stop. especially when she became pregnant. 

to this day, eddie isn’t certain who dropped his name in the department of mysteries - he suspects his father, or perhaps dumbledore, who’d begun seeing him more often (he did enjoy placing pawns in place, not that edgar would acknowledge such a grey-area) - the young man found a letter inside one of his kitchen cabinets. another later that day inside his pocket. he as being summoned, should he wish to go. an interview followed. for hours, edgar sat - lies, he paced around in excitement - solving puzzles, enigmas, philosophical debates; the stuff he left at hogwarts and at auror training. at last, something that brought that light back, filling him with interest. there were no limits, no bureaucratic doors closing - the questions were secret and so were his answers. the puzzle solver was hired the following day, circling through various sub-departments until he got settled doing research on the subject of death a year before the shift of time. the questions that troubled him the most involved immortality and the concept of a chronological finish line. he laughs at that now. 

the secrecy of his job was always the hardest part. eddie was never one to keep secrets, especially not when excitement ran through him, and he often spilled results and theories that had been found just because he couldn’t contain his excitement in.

sidenote: he’s a very gestural person. speaking for edgar means moving around, big physical gestures, arms flaying, a proper demonstration.

the conscience instilled in him in the past was raw energy when combined with his entitlement.the very same characteristics were what drew dumbledore to him, with a position in mind. edgar couldn’t say no to a side-job as a revolutionaire.  there, along with his work, was a change to leave something of value behind. plus, he had personal skin in the game then. his future wife was a target, he was a traitor, his children heresy. 

eddie had, as well, his experience as a hit wizard, which made him useful for field work. that same bravado and need to fix the world made him devoted with reckless abandon. dumbledore was a figure he worshipped, unable to see the flaws in their own plans. there was no way he could have made himself bigger of a target during the war, especially when it was not nearly as quiet of a fact as it should have been that he was an unspeakable, with access to untold knowledge - especially one his enemies looked for. a traitor who knew too much and was too damn stupid to keep that to himself. edgar was a man with lots to lose living in the shoes of a man with nothing to lose. 

that very year brougth another major event besides new career, the order and his first child: the murder of his parents, in the very hosue he’d grown up in, the very hosue his younger sister still lived in. visibly freaking the mold, perhaps even called traitors, the bones were a proeminent thorn in need of ripping out, and edgar got lost in the confusion of the year. he let it fuel him, of course, but he didn’t allow himself to properly grieve, nor to be present for his siblings who also needed to grieve. from a young age he’d been told to walk away if he was angry, to not mix such a horrible feeling and family, and that’s just what he did. the world was broken and it burned him from inside out so he stepped away and dealt with it (poorly) on his own, a decision that came to haunt him the following year once the dust settled. he’d left them, the one promise edgar couldn’t have broken - they’d needed each other and he’d left. not that he’s apologised as of yet, all these years, but the shame of his decision comes to light at times.

III. (the death tw and child death tw applies very heavily in this whole part)

the future comes with many harsh truths to take in. they won, but not really. the world had barely changed, so what was the point of all the sleepless nights, all the wounds he’d healed, all the missions he’d led? what was the point of standing proud in front of the masked foes? what was the point of burying his friends one by one? what was the point of dying as his children cried upstairs?

those were the news that truly shock him. edgar knew he’d get himself killed eventually, even if he did his best to deny it. but reckless, he didn’t think they’d come for anna, or for his three children. he’d set up protections, just in case, of course - wards around the house and portkeys in specific places meant for emergency escapes - but how could have expected a terrified seven year old to remember where they kept the music box that would take her to grandma’s house? the futility of it all hit him like a wave. 

edgar dug in as soon as he learned, damned be the questions his line of work had taught him to ask. time didn’t matter, not at all. what did was the bloodshed his story told. which friends wouldn’t have made it either. his sister, who’d survive only to have to fight the same war again, with worst odds. himself. his family. a bottle of firewhiskey next to the folders he’d gotten from ministry friends and connections. both vices, drinking and learning the painful details of the truth, were self-destructive tendencies he’d thought he’d long escaped. perhaps that was the bones curse, to always crawl back to whatever wrecked them even more in times of hurt.

every newspaper article, trial transcript and even the crime scene photographs he chased hell and below to get his hands on. it was addictive, to learn exactly how much he could blame himself, how much he could blame the war, and who he should exert vengeance on. by now, he knows how to draw a timeline of the event better than any auror on the case, minute by minute, victim by victim, player by player; as he obsessed over it for the first week and a half, non-stop. 

they’d followed him for days, believing him to be a way to the prophecies they searched, or to answers they might seek. and to take down a traitor. a rebel traitor at that. he’d been too blind to notice. they’d chipped slowly at his wards. they’d broken in one wednesday night, at dinner time, shortly before anna and the children had gotten home. edgar didn’t see them there when he put away his coat, when he saw the bags of takeout on the kitchen counter, when he asked the eldest, dahlia, if she had homework to do. like rats in the walls. 

he’d died downstairs. edgar broke a chair against the wall when he learned. he’d died downstairs, hand reaching up, head rested on the second step. after short but brutal torture, in which he seemed to have revealed more secrets than most whistleblowers, he still died downstairs, his moral sacrifice for nothing - but he was probably desperate, he thought, desperate to reach up, where anna, dahlia, oscar and oliver hid, from where he heard his son yell for him, from where he heard the toddler cry, from where he eventually heard anna scream in horror. even if he’d died upstairs too, he just wanted to be there, the last barrier between the world he’d brought upon his family and them. no matter how much furniture and vases she threw at death eaters, anna came to a wand fight ill prepared, and she was the first to go. the small one in her arms too. oscar followed, holding a shoe - it was the wrong one, the portkey shoe just a meter away. and edgar tried to run, to climb, but he remained downstairs, not nearly as close. dahlia was later, he read, assumingly because she was the hardest to find - underneath a bed. 

three weeks. that’s all he had until then. if the time shift had happened three weeks later, he’d be dead. 

the aftermath was a mess. muggle neighbours heard yelling and called the police while aurors arrived, but not soon enough to stop the confusing murder of a whole household from hitting local news. in 2029, it’s a cold case, has been for decades. but edgar had learned the truth wizardkind knew and he let him fuel him. after darkness, he bounced back with the flaming hope that made him join the order: he could change things. if he tried hard enough, harder than LAST time. if he just worked hard enough, edgar could fix this and forget there’s a grave with his name - but he can’t. ever since it happened, he visits it nearly weekly. it was looking old, nearly forgotten, like the world had moved on without him, without his family, without amelia, without his fallen revolutionary friends. he’s cleaned them up, put some flowers on them. you see, this time he’s actually a man with nothing to lose, nothing he hasn’t lost before. 

no amount of puzzle solving can erase the fact that he should not exist right now - edgar feels very much alive, perhaps more than ever before, now that blinding rage courses through him and now that the past is past and he has nothing to lose by trying a new timeline. but another him, just a few WEEKS older, is bone and dirt beneath a tombstone in his hometown, so now he searches for answers.

edgar is driven by the riot in his head, still very much the son of the revolution, even if his war ended forty-eight years ago.

NOW who’s ready for some character paralels? shadow moon (american gods), luke bankole (handmaids tale), meredith grey (grey’s anatomy), steven crain (thohh), elijah bradley (marvel), quentin coldwater (the magicians), sabrina spellman (tcaos), jessica jones (mcu) ?????

[fuck-customers]

Fuck my coworkers

I work as a dishwasher at a local pizza and deli. The food is fairly decent and while we do get a few asshole customers, it isn't that big of a deal. I don't work with any customers so none of that really is my problem.

However, I do get to see plenty of my coworkers. While I get that food service is a nightmare, my coworkers insist on making my nights fucking hell.

A little bit about me: I am a quiet person and like to do my work and leave. I am social, but not in work enviroments, especially when Im fucking trying to clean dishes that are absolutely disgusting and clean giant pizza dough trays for a seperate business. I also close every night I work, and I need to get EVERYTHING done before it closes. I leave work literally drenched in water and food. My coworkers love to act shocked when they see my drenched clothes and i just gotta be like "yeah its no fucking different from the past few months but thanks for the funny joke". Despite this, I try to remain outwardly positive and push through it. No point in bringing others down, right? Well, my coworkers dont feel the same way (all of them are about 10+ years older than me too btw)

I come into work later in the day, and when I am not dish washing, it is up to the delivery drivers who aren't driving (we have many drivers, so that happens often) to dish wash. It is THEIR JOBS. The owners and my manager have made this clear. When I walk into my room, all the dishes manage to get more fucking dirty than before. The sinks are filled with wet food and the water is sometimes bright red and smells of fish. Like, HELLO? THIS IS NOT WHAT CLEAN MEANS. Not to mention, there is food on the floor and no clean dishes, and if there ARE clean dishes, they are so disorganized nobody can find them. Those "clean" dishes are usually covered in food and grease, anyway. So I have to spend extra time cleaning up other peoples' messes, which really makes my night that much better. Especially when I get there and my coworkers demand dishes from me and complain they arent clean yet. Like, yall want dishes so bad? clean them your fucking selves.

Now, I am a jumpy person with anxiety. I work in a tiny room and the sinks are incredibly loud. People realized that approaching me from behind startles me. This one coworker comes up from behind me now on purpose (It is literally impossible to see somebody approach me while I am cleaning) and yells in my ear to scare me. Like wtf??? Her response always is "it is the only way I can feel happiness." and usually also adds "it only gets worse". Like yeah, thanks for the anxiety attack. One of these days Im going to break a glass and I will have no issue blaming her but for now I just go ":) can i have your fucking dish please?"

Some of my other coworkers are down right miserable. They walk into my room just to tell me how much they hate their lives. Like, I get it. Working here sucks. But I barely know you and you are making me feel awkward??? See a therapist, not me. Some of them also love throwing filthy ass dishes into my generally clean sink water and get it completely filthty- instead of the empty sink or literally anywhere else in the room. So now, their dishes are going to be less clean unless I drain and refill the fucking sink which takes forever. So thanks asshole.

My manager also knows I'm jumpy and I hate how dirty my water gets, and he decides to combine the fucking two and literally THROW dishes into my sink and yells "SPLASHDOWN" as I get terrified and soaked in more water. It fucking makes me so mad.

Ironically, though, one of my biggest issues with working there is coworkers who are TOO friendly.

First off, there is our pal JT (not his real name).

He is a 30 year old man and literally finishes every sentence with "bro". Not even joking, I kept track. He is a delivery driver and sometimes would come and "help me clean" (they dont help at all) if I am backed up. The first time I meet this guy, he starts talking about his motorcycle and then proceeds to talk about his European vacation and how he plans on fucking this girl he fucked before on the streets of Paris. Like, thanks for the heads up about your sex life??? we just met??? He then proceeds to ask me if I have kids (I am 18 and literally look 12) and i was like "uh... no?"

Then, he decided to come up with a "handshake" for us. Most of the time, I try to be as nice as I can and be like "dude im working plz go" but im so close to snapping at him. No, dont touch me. I dont know who you are and you are bothering me. Fuck off.

Another coworker, we will call him B, who is on leave for whatever reason, was similar. B was friendly enough I guess. Kinda weird but whatever. Finds out I go to the church he used to go to. Sure enough, next Sunday, B showed up in the middle of mass. I go to church by myself, it is one of the few safe places I have (They are LGBT affirming and shit and I need that), and this guy I barely know sits next to me and starts invading my space and literally being obnixious. I brushed it off and he never showed up again - but it was a horrible moment in my life.

I think I like, 2-3 of my coworkers. But even then, they all manage to actually suck the energy out of me (I have been told I am the ONLY person who is not a total soul sucking bitch there) or just make me weirdly uncomfortable with asking personal questions or talking about graphic sexual content in front of me (once again, nobody wants to hear about your sex life)

Luckily I got a new job and I can quit soon, but god damn it I fucking hate my coworkers

tldr: my coworkers purposefully scare me, splash water on me, tell me about how horrible their lives are or their sex lives, make my work room a mess before i get there then complain nothing is clean, and try to make handshakes with me and show up at my church to "hang out" with me at mass.

[myfandomsarekillingme]

Birdbox didn’t suck that much?

Alrighty, now I waited for the Birdbox thing to die down on purpose and I just finished watching it. As basically the Gordon Ramsey of horror I have to say I did go into it with as unbiased opinion as I could. (long post incoming srry | spoilers duh | trigger warning for yall who might need them)

Now, I have listened to some really bad creepypastas. Like not even Slenderman bad/cringy but just straight unscary and just stupid. I've also listened to some really really amazing ones that will probably stick with me for a long time. Now back to those shitty one. There are bad creepypastas with better hooks than that movie. OH MY LORD did it have a really bad hook. Seriously my question is did the writers pass a high school English class because that's one of the first things they teach you how to do. Anyways I liked the whole flashback idea. It made the traveling more enjoyable as it wasn't all just boring water. I didn't get why they added in Mal painting tho. Like it never became relevant again in the story and didn't really do anything. If you're gonna say she struggles with human interaction, killing off her sister is a really good way to progress the story and give Mal a character arc. BUUUUUUTTT, having her crash the car and then step in front of a truck? Predictable. Like sorry but I got the same feel i do when the writer of a creepypasta kills themselves at the end. Great. Awesome. If it wasn't done like a billion times before. (Yo su*cide is a really bad thing pls do not, I'm just saying if you are writing a story pls find something at least a little bit original other than "oh my gosh this monster i saw is so terrible let me write my last will and testament and stick it online")

I loved the "family" feeling the people in the house gave off. It was perfect. The combine personalities of everyone made a scenario that was likely to happen in our world. Everyone died too quickly tho. Not enough time for what was happening to really set in. Sure there should have been a rush of panic but everyone dying all at once? Yall just giving the conspiracy theorists a field day with "pack mentality". Let's skip ahead a little. Those two stealing the car? Great. Isolates everyone else. Letting the new guy in so everyone dies but the Mal, Tom and the babies? Awesome. Their relationship? Out of hecking left field. What in the world was that. Again you can NOT make it clear she is not a people person and then she just suddenly opens up to him. LIKE HELLO? Have you met anyone like that? Clearly not. (Skipping ahead again bc I'm getting tired of writing, this isn't for school what am I doing with my life)

SO. The kids are 5 or so when we first meet them. So Mal has been not pregnant for that amount of time. Sorry to state the obvious but,... WHAT ABOUT HER PERIOD??? uhhhhhhhhhh yall using the scraps of fabric for your eyes and I didn't see you grab a pack of pads anytime during the movie. Unless this is the hecking 1800 again and we are setting women in diapers when they get the "ha you had no baby bc you're not ready to have one" or in this case the "ah man it's the end of the world guess I have to make this even worse for you" monthly curse I don't know what's happening there.

Well now they are on their way to the compound or something? (Really predictable it would be a school for the blind. Not saying blind people are bad but speaking in genetics, you have to "breed" very carefully. If you want to keep people with sight you have to make sure there is people who can see. If you want to eradicate being able to see you have to do that. Not even going to go into the about of genetic inbreeding) Kids? Loved them. PSA if you are a motherly person like me don't watch this movie to be chill the kiddos are way too cute and you'll just feel bad for them. The names given to them (Olivia and Tom) at the end of the movies are also SUPER predictable. Wow you names your son after your dead boyfriend? Never would have guessed. Oh your adopted daughter is named after her mom who died two seconds after the baby was born? How original. The school place thing they ended up in was really nice. I liked the return of the doctor, brought it full circle.  

All in all Birdbox had A LOT of potential. The story idea was good and the characters were (mostly) 3d characters. The way they went about it though was just not scary. I felt no plot twists and there wasn't even a bad jumpscare in there. The best and simplest way to make this movies scarier would be the explain what in the hell is going on. I was lost the whole time. I'd like to know what caused this "outbreak" and why it made these people do this. Why are some people not affected in the same way? Here's some good ideas for why people started dying:

1) It was a biochemical attack gone wrong. It started in Russia so maybe it was the USA planting an attack on them and it went horribly wrong.

 2) A chemical outbreak in Russia. They were the ones developing it and it also went horribly wrong. 

3) They mention an "It" a lot in the movie. I wanted to see at least a little bit what "It" looked like. Even if it was just the camera and not the characters, we had the chance to see it many times

4) If there is an "It" where did it come from? Space? Some ungodly government experiment that actually managed to escape? Why bring it up if it isn't going to be important. And last 

5) It's both. A creature that brings about a chemical attack that causes humans to react in such a way their flight or fight response is triggered. Seeing no threat, they simply fight. Acting like the spores that can control ants, the human are driving to death to continue the spread of the chemical.

Overall I'd like to say I didn't straight up hate it. There are many different ways it could have been improved but it wasn't as terrible as many people make it out to be. But what do I know I'm just a teenager.

[naptis-lucis-caelum]

HAPPY 420 (Noctis x Reader)

welllll it’s officially 420 and I’m stoned so might as well right? based on this photo of Noct, Iggy, and Prompto getting high as fuck floating around, posted by his-shining-tears, and the source says Twitter but the link just goes to the homepage. if anybody knows the original source, kindly send it to my inbox please! idk why it got fluffy in the end, but yall know me i’m a thirsty Noctis hoe and will do just about anything to write about him lmao. AANNNNDDD ENJOY 

p.s. I know they’re in a tent in the photo but wtv

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Warning(s): Drugs, swearing

Plot Summary: The guys invite you to celebrate the mystical stoner holiday of 4/20 with a little help from Gladio’s not-so-secret stash.

Words: 2,143

As soon as you finished your last lecture for the day, your phone began to vibrate violently in your pocket.

New Message from CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD:

WRU????

“Oh, for the love of–” you hurriedly scrolled down in order to hide that extremely compromising photo of the Crown Prince and his Crownsguard. 

You lowered the brightness of your screen and scrolled back up again, pinching the screen and zooming on their faces. The only thing that gave Prompto’s current state of mind away was the redness in his eyes; Iggy was clearly stoned, with his eyes almost invisible; while Noct’s cheeky grin-and-thumbs-up combination made your heart flutter a little bit. Leaving the classroom, you replied,

omfg whose stash are u smoking?

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: irrelevant question

You knew for a fact that Ignis had grabbed Prompto’s phone to send that reply himself. 

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: u didnt answer the question

i just finished class

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: k cool were at the apartment

The sender’s disregard for mentioning whose apartment they were in specifically only meant that the person currently holding Prompto’s phone was none other than the owner of the apartment himself, Noctis.

...is that an invitation or

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: obvs

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: hurry

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: AND BRING FOOD

With two paper bags filled with chips, candy, and Ebony, you stepped off the elevator and entered the hallway. You could already smell the dank from there, hearing laughter faintly echoing the corridor. The noise gradually got louder as made your way to the apartment, confirming that they were indeed the laughter of your friends.

After a bit of struggling, you finally managed to ring the doorbell. Obvious shuffling from the other side of the door moved closer to you until a blondie opened the door.

“She’s here!” Prompto yelled out. He looked back at you and noticed the bags you were carrying, taking them off your hands and adding, “And she bought the food, guys!”

You closed the door behind you and followed Prompto into the living room. On the floor sat the other two who appeared in the photo; they were missing an additional person. You stared at each of their obviously stoned faces one by one, adding two and two together until it hit you.

“So,” you grinned, joining their circle and taking the space between Noctis and Ignis. “Does Gladio know you’re smoking his weed?”

Noct chuckled lazily, “Nope, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Ignis passed you a freshly rolled joint and a lighter. “Spark it?” he offered with a sluggish smile.

“Why thank you, Iggy.”

You took the joint and placed the filter between your lips, leaning forward as Ignis sparked the lighter. You took a puff, then another, and one more until the burn looked even from your end. A deep exhale with a cloud of smoke escaped your lips, adding to the already low visibility of the room. Psychedelic rock music softly blasted from Noct’s speakers on the table as you passed it over to Prompto who was busy digging in.

He grabbed the joint and took a sip of water. “You guys know what,” he inhaled sharply. “I love eating.”

Prompto took another puff, holding it in for a couple seconds before releasing completely. He passed it to Iggy who just opened a can of Ebony. Careful, he took a quick sip from his fountain of youth and followed it with a deep inhale of his perfect roll.

“And I love Ebony.”

The Prince happily accepted Iggy’s joint offer, moving forward to grab it before leaning back on the couch. He stretched out his right leg and fixed his left knee up. 

Giggling, he took his first drag of the new joint. “And I love–” He turned to you for a second then quickly looked away, shaking his head. “Lucis!” he quickly finished, exhaling the smoke.

“You always get nationalistic when you’re high,” you pointed out, erupting in laughter with Prompto and Iggy. 

Noct joined in and ran a hand through his midnight hair, “It’s because I think the past Kings of Lucis try to speak to me when I’m stoned!”

The roaring got louder with his comment and the joint started another cycle. You took it from Noct and passed it on to Prompto who kept it between his thumb and index fingers. 

“Do you guys think the past Kings see us right now?” he asked.

“If they did,” Noct said. “I just wanna say sorry to my great-great-great-grandfather’s grandfather,” he finished off.

Next thing you knew, Noct was already handing the joint to you. Has it been that long already? Or did I space out? Wow, this is some pretty good shit.

Your eyes began to droop, but from the corner of your eye, you could see the Prince watching you take a hit. Unsure of whether it was the weed or just you, you started to become more conscious of your actions as you handed the half-joint over to the marksman. Prompto let it hang on the corner of his lips for a few moments, fixing the snacks you had bought on the table in the middle of your circle.

“... I’m fairly certain His Majesty’s done his fair share of rule breaking,” Ignis chimed in, snapping you back into reality.

Okay, you were transcending your current realm. 

You shook your head to look at the three men chatting away. You must’ve been quiet for a while now, considering the fact that you weren’t entirely sure what they were on about.

“King Regis toking? Fuck me, that’d make for one hell of a cover!” Noct exclaimed as he entered a fit of laughter. 

Slowly, Iggy exhaled once more and a cloud of smoke appeared above your heads. He tapped Noct’s arm and showed him the remaining of the joint, prompting him to calm down a little bit so he could take his hit.

“Your old man? A stoner?” Prompto reiterated with his thumb under his chin. “I could so picture it, dude!”

“And as it turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Ignis teased.

“Get off my dick, Iggy,” Noct joked in response, making all of you laugh this time. “And stop trying to sneak vegetables in my food all the damn time. If you like them so much, just eat it yourself!” He puffed out and stretched his arm out to you. “You should roach this,” he suggested with a faint smile quirking up his lips. 

“Nah, go ahead,” you offered back. “You’re already holding it.”

“But you just got here!” he retorted, moving his arm up and down to add emphasis to the burning joint. “Those in favor, say I.”

“I!” Prompto and Iggy voted together, raising their right hands in support.

You shrugged, “If you insist.”

You roached what was left of the roll, then killed it on the ashtray on the table. The moment you leaned back on the couch, you felt a tap on your arm and saw Noctis doing the exact same thing he was doing just now.

“Wait, what the fuck?” you said out loud, looking over at the filter of the last joint on the ashtray, then back at the joint Noctis was holding. “Didn’t I just kill one?”

“Dude, that was ages ago,” Prompto answered you as his right hand dove inside a bag of chips.

“No way,” you replied in disbelief. 

On your left, Noct refrained himself from chuckling, in turn making Iggy chuckle too. The two of them looked at each other and, unable to control themselves, burst into a mixture of heavy wheezing and loud ha-has.

Your eyes switched from studying Noct and Iggy’s face, bouncing back and forth as you watched them either slap their thigh or clap their hands. The Prince favored the thigh slap more, while the Royal Advisor preferred to clap his leathered hands.

“Ah, you’re so fucking cute when you’re stoned,” Noct blurted out, turning his head to face your blush-mantled cheeks. 

You rolled your eyes in a response but you could feel the heat on your face rising. Mockingly, you grabbed the not-so-new joint from his fingers and inhaled. “I swear,” you held your breath. “I just roached the other one.”

“If you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?” Prompto fired back as he pulled his hand out to take the joint. 

You paused, “But we were having a totally different conversation before this.”

“Indeed,” Iggy nodded. “Prompto and I best be going.”

“Huh?” you responded. “I just got here, Iggy! Come on, stay a while longer?”

“Just got here?” a voice from below you asked.

You looked down and found Noct’s head resting on your lap, his glassy blue eyes looking straight into yours. Once you began to feel the physicality of your body, you found your right hand unconsciously combing through his hair. When did he lie down?

“Yeah, didn’t we just...?” You pointed over at the overflowing ashtray on the table, spotting the countless filters resting on top of each other. The food was completely devoured, and you realized you actually felt pretty full.

“Holy shit, how stoned are you?” Prompto taunted. “It’s almost midnight and I’m fuckin’ sleepy.”

“Again, you guys don’t have to go,” Noct said. “Just sleep here!”

Iggy and Prompto looked at each other, rolling their eyes at that comment he just made. You stared as the two of them conversed with their eyes, obviously making sure you wouldn’t get the hint. 

“Nah, I’d rather sleep on my own bed,” Prompto declined.

“I share the same sentiments,” Iggy nodded, moving his hand up to adjust his glasses. “By the way, Noct, I’m in no mood to drive so I’ll be leaving the Regalia in your hands.”

“Ha,” Noctis scoffed. “I’m a great driver!”

“I meant to say, ‘don’t fuck it up.’” Ignis bit back. “Goodnight, you two.”

"Later!” Prompto called out.

This left you and Noctis’ head on your thighs all alone. You awkwardly continued to play with the softness of his hair, pretending like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. He attempted to do the same, lightly grazing the thumb on his right hand over your left knee. 

Finally, he cleared his throat and broke the silence. “I don’t... I don’t think you’re in the condition to drive,” he stated.

“I-I–”

Was he seriously asking you to sleep there?

“I think I’ll be fine,” you nodded.

“Please, I insist!” he maintained. “If anything terrible happened to you...” 

Noct’s voice trailed off but he kept his eyes locked on yours.

You took a deep breath, “Alright. Alright, yeah, sure.”

Okay, he gets it, you’re staying the night. Calm down.

“Cool!” he squeaked, getting up and patting the dust from his cargo pants away. “I’ll... I’ll get the couch ready. You can take my bed,” he generously presented.

“Noct,” you titled your head. “Please, I’ll take the couch. I don’t wanna displace you in your home.”

He scratched the back of his head and aired out a laugh, “It’s no big deal, really!”

Your heart began to beat faster as the seconds passed. Finally, you plucked up the courage and proposed,

“I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

His sea blue eyes grew wide for a moment before he quickly bobbed his head up and down in extreme concurrence. You entered the bedroom behind him, and even though you’ve been in there countless times before, being along with Noctis was pushing your mind into overdrive, your heart into arrest, and your primal want into a need. 

As you settled into bed with him, all cleaned up and still quite blazed, you snuggled up to his side and patted his arm in an upward motion. He looked down at you and grinned, lifting his arm up and allowing you to place your head on his shoulder. Tilting your body sideways, you closed your eyes and rested your hand on his chest. 

It was a relief to know that his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“Happy 420,” he said randomly, causing you both to giggle.

“Happy 420, Noct.”

He planted what seemed like a long, overdue kiss on your forehead. Maybe the next time you smoke together, the two of you will finally be vocal about how you feel for each other.

[and-the-heartbreak-prince]

Malcolm Bright knew something was off about her the moment Gil introduced her.

He had watched Gil show her around, her platinum hair cascading in gentle waves, falling to her mid-back. She was Asian, clearly, and she wore a leather jacket, a red shirt and skinny jeans. Her combat boots fell heavy to the ground. She smiled politely, and didn't seem to talk much. He saw her occasionally nod, her eyes following everything that Gil gestured to.

He watched her intently and came to the conclusion that her and Dani would get along well.

As if on cue, the woman in question opened the glass door seperating them, and joined him at his side.

"Kaitlyn Sun-Mae" Dani said, noticing his eyes on her.

"Shes a new detective. Gil wouldn't tell me anything other then that she was 'over qualified' for the job."

Malcolm glanced at her.

"So we should expect a lot then." He says, returning his stare to the new woman.

Dani nodded and sat on a desk behind him, watching as Gil brought the woman, Kaitlyn, towards them. Malcolm opened the door and smiled warmly, nodding at her.

Gil had clapped him on the back and gestured to the woman as she walked in from behind him

"Malcolm, this is Kat. Kat, Malcolm."

Kat, he thought, was much better then Kaitlyn.

"Nice to see a new face around here. The others were getting kind of boring." He heard Dani scoff after he said it, but when she got up to shake the womans hand, she shoulder-checked him, smiling playfully. Kat took her hand gently, but shook it firmly.

"I'm Dani. Ignore pretty much every word that comes out of his mouth."

Kat let's out a breathy laugh at that, but doesn't react any further.

"Its nice to meet you all. I'm the new detective."

Her voice was lower then he expected, but also a tiny bit more nasally, a weird combination, but not unpleasant.

"I work mainly with sex-crimes, but I dip my toes into a little bit of everything." She put her hair behind her hair. It looked soft, despite the harsh bleaching process her hair had to have gone through, Malcolm noted.

"We can always use more people in that division. I'm a profiler, I primarily work to catch serial killers."

She blinks hard at that, he notices.

"I could say the same about yours." She smiles warmly at him, but he catches how her eyes linger a bit on his face. Her eyes are gray, dark gray, with a bit of dark blue as well. She has long eyelashes too.

She turned away first.

JT walked in and introduced himself to her as well, and he watched as she laughed at something he said.

He couldn't figure out what it was though. His preoccupied with trying to figure out what was so off about her. She seemed well enough, but she also had a certain air around her. Tense and secretive, he was sure she was hiding something. He wasn't one to question Gils judgement, however, it had never failed him before, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different.

"Okay. Greetings are out of the way, let me show you to your desk." Gil gestured for Kat to follow him, and she nodded and gave a small wave.

He turned to Dani.

"So what do you think?"

"Of what? Kat?"

"Yes. Obviously."

Dani rolled her eyes.

"I think shes fine, nothing to be weary of, at least." She looks down at him, knowing he's about to refute her.

After a few seconds of silence, she starts to doubt whether or not he actually will.

"Shes hiding something."

There we go.

"Yeah? And so are you. So am I. We all are. I noticed it too. I think it will be okay." She wants to shut him down before he can even start to spiral.

"Gil wouldn't hire her otherwise."

He nods at that. She was right, he supposed.

Malcolm watched as Gil showed her her station, and pointed to different things. Probably giving her the WiFi password and telling her the right way to use her computer. He could tell by looking at the way she nodded that she already knew how, and that she was just humoring him. He watched as Gil gave her a thumbs up and walked back to his desk, closing the door behind him.

He could get up and go talk to him about his suspicions, and risk getting lectured. Or he could go directly to her, and risk giving her the wrong impression. He contemplates his options. He did feel a slight obligation to say something about it, but somehow he was able to reason with himself and simply sit down, thinking of everything he knew about her so far.

Bleached hair. Asian. Tense. Polite. Quiet. Skinny.

He looks over at her.

Really skinny, actually. Dark gray-blue eyes.

The more he looked at her, the more confused he got. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary, so why did he feel like things were?

He pushed his chair back and stood up, noting how she jumped at the sound of metal against linoleum. He watches as Dani says something to her, causing her to let out a laugh. He watches as they both fall into an easy conversation.

So he was right, then.

He walks over to Gils office, but before his hand touched the handle, the man himself yanked open the door.

"Body on 35th. Female." He walks in Dani's direction, opening up the glass door.

"Dani?"

Dani stands up, wiping her hands on her thighs.

"On it."

Gil looked at Kat, and as if she felt his stare, she looked up at him.

He gestured for her to come over, and she did almost immediately.

She walked over with a grace Malcolm didn't expect.

"Yes?" The woman responded, voice soft.

Gil looked at her.

"I know its your first day, but somebody called in a murder. You down?"

Kat, without skipping a beat, nodded.

"Of course. Its my job, isn't it?"

"Well you aren't obligated, it is your first day."

"Well if not today, when? There's a first for everything."

That, Malcolm thought, was true. Gil nodded, on the same page as him.

And then a voice played through Gils HT, panicked and shaking.

"Sir, we've gotten word of a man running past the scene, carrying what looks to be a camera."

Gil stared for a second, contemplating.

"Is there anything else you know about him?"

"Hes wearing a black hoodie, and uh- wait there he is agai- wait he's walking towards u- he's- sir this is a crime scene." The person on the line then went on to ask the man to leave, saying things along the lines of "put the camera down" and "stop taking pictures."

Then there was a gun shot.

Kat reacted first, she jumped up and horror crossed her face. Her brows furrowed, and she looked up at Gil, waiting for direction. A second of silence passed.

"Move out!" He yelled, and Dani ran out, Kat and Malcolm not far behind. JT started running too, catching up to Dani. They got into a car together, and before either of them could have gotten their seat belts on, Dani gassed it, hard.

Kat got into a car, and Malcolm got in the passenger side. She floored it almost immediately, before the door was even closed.

"Malcolm was your name, right?"

Malcolm nodded.

"Yep. The profiler."

She nods, locking it in her head, turning on the sirens. She follows Dani and in approximately three minutes, they arrive.

An ambulance can be seen, a person being led onto it in a stretcher. The officer, presumably. Kat gets out, and while everyone has hands on their guns, she doesn't even touch hers.

Its confusing, he thinks.

They walk into an apartment, the space between them heavy with silence. When they open the door Dani looks at them

"Her name is Colette Britchman. 23. She worked for a local strip club."

The body of a woman can be seen, eyes open, her head shaved, and fully nude. A sheet had been placed on her private areas, but otherwise, everything was visible.

Kat stared, putting on gloves and stalking forward. She kneeled down and looked at the dead womans milky eyes. She had scars all over her body, as well as fresh cuts. She carefully lifted up the sheet covering the womans breasts and gasps.

By this time, Malcolm had joined her, and saw the source of her gasp just as she did. He sucked in a breath, and had to look away.

There, carved gorily into both of the womans breasts, was the word "mine."

Kat squeezed her eyes shut before covering her back up. Malcolm examined her body, and the more he stared, the more strategic the cuts on her body seemed.

Kat had left, however. She went to the kitchen and looked at the fridge, and a piece of paper hanging on a magnet could be seen.

Next shoot- 3756 Pierre Ave.

"Dani?" The man called. The woman looked up at him.

"On it."

With that, she pulled out a computer and started typing away.

"Its about 7 miles away from here. Just a regular house."

She tells Gil about her discovery.

"I would imagine he went back there, or in the very least there's more evidence." Malcolm says, giving Kat a nod.

Kats eyes widen for an infinitesimal second. Gil offers a hand. She takes it and squeezes his two fingers until her a knuckles turn white, before letting go. Malcolm guesses that he's the only one who noticed. Gil looks at all of them.

"We should wait, find more info on our vic."

JT says something, but Malcolm doesn't listen, instead he looks to Kat, who's entire form is shaking.

"We don't know whats there. We need to be more prepared."

A twitch of her fingers. Her eyes dart to the left, right, and left again. Unnatural given the current situation. She looks up, and confusion crosses her face for half a millisecond, but he doesn't miss it.

"I say we go out. Try and find him." Its strange, he thinks, how her voice is just a tiny touch lower. Anyone else wouldn't notice it.

But he's Malcolm Bright, and he notices everything.

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Hey yall. I saw an Anthony Padilla video a while ago about people dissociative identity disorder, and I immediately threw myself into research. I watched various youtubers with the disorder and read many essays on it, and i quickly learned how stigmatized this disorder was and made it a goal of mine to educate the people around me, because all information people get are from unrealistic movies and TV shows.

For example, the term "multiple personality disorder" is 35 years outdated. It's actually called dissociative identity disorder.

I also really like Prodigal Son and the shows take on different mental health disorders, and I often found myself wondering how Malcolm Bright would react to a person with DID, so I decided to write about it. I plan on this story being at least 20 chapters, if not more.

DID is going to be portrayed realistically and accurately, hope you enjoy!!!