#and I’m done. I’m tired. I want it to end

[revoltrebel]

We The People Must Unite!

We The People Must Command Our Right!

We The People Must Ignite!

We The People Must Win This Fight!

When We The People Unite.

When We The People Fight.

When We Dismantle The Wrong With The Right,

We The People Will End Our Plight.

I think EVERYONE needs to read this. Especially parents! For the sake of the future happiness and equality for their children in their own pursuit of happiness.

Luigi:

I believe He let himself get caught. Possibly even told the employee to report and collect. He ate his meal and waited patiently. He supposedly had the 🔫, the suppressor and his manifesto on him. He is martyring himself to fan the flames of revolution 🫡

I thought it was obvious 🤷🏻‍♂️ He is a man with a very blatantly obvious plan/message. He knows there HAS to be a martyr. It’s how revolutions truly begin.

Freedom and fairness in living and the pursuit of happiness. Capitalism has become a greedy dirty monster. Puppeted by the elite and their govt cronies. Using radical ideals from both sides of the aisle to keep Us, “the common poor citizens” at each others throats instead of realizing who the real enemy and threat really are. To keep us down and struggling just to survive when we should be thriving. Together. They need to be stopped. Only We can stop them. United We Win. We The Ants Ignite Our Fire!

Anyone who knows me personally, knows I’ve been jabbering about the 2nd American Revolution since I was a god damn child…

I thought that this was how I’d react when it came…nonchalant, watching it all unfold with a smug “I told ya so look on my face”…

Now I know.

I want to fight.

I want to make change happen.

I want to surround myself with others of the same ilk

To bring 💀 to the system, we must first bring 💀 to those that control it Deny Defend Depose 🫡

Will you join me?

🫡

Deny Defend DEPOSE! Rise, organize, prepare and FIGHT TOGETHER! This NEEDS to happen! I’m rising. I WILL fight back! Will you join me?

WE need to have EACH OTHERS backs. Ants Vs Grasshoppers. Nobody but OURSELVES are going to make any change happen. Rise up TOGETHER. No matter the religion. No matter what side of the aisle. It’s always been Up Vs Down and they have used EVERYTHING to keep us divided. United WE WIN.

Sorry but I am LEGITIMATELY TRYING to gather Us ALL up and actually do something. Need as many as possible to help and be ready to actually fight. People who aren’t scared. People who are tired and angry at the elite and their government cronies and are WILLING to do what TRULY NEEDS TO BE DONE!

Deny Defend DEPOSE!!!

luigi STUNS in new court photos

[marksbear2]

Hi papa could we get literally any slashers w reader faking an orgasm. I just think that would be interesting. Have a nice day 💕

I kept laughing when I was writing this dude 😭. I lowkey love this request like it’s something I never got before. I don’t even know what to with the title 😭. I’m probably gonna do a pt2 on this with slashers like Norman and Brahms

SLASHERS WITH READER WHO FAKES ORGASMS.

⚠️ Warnings!- Multi slashers, mix top and bottom reader. Short but sweet, fake organs ofc, Jason, Hannibal, both ghostface original killers and Michael.

JASON VOORHEES

He was mostly confused, he heard your fake moaning and awkwardness but he didn’t think much of it at first.

When he tried to go again you quickly told him you were tired and needed to get rest so he allowed it. When you left to the bathroom he noticed that the sheets didn’t have cum on them.

He sat there waiting for you to come back and when you did he stared at you silently for the whole time in his own mind. He rethinks y’all’s two entire sex life.

He sat there nervously and anxiously wanting to bring it up so bad but didn’t have the courage to. But the next time you two had sex and you faked orgasmed again he was sick of it and sat there annoyed waiting for your explanation. If you can’t provide one he thinks that he’s the worse person ever at sex.

BILLY & STU (GHOSTFACE)

“Did you even cum?” Billy asked as he watched you pull out and listened to you say yes. Stu and Billy exchanged a look as they was you dispose of the condom. “He definitely didnt cum you must be a bad fu-“ Stu was about to tease but Billy shoved him before he could finish.

The two talked about it ever since then trying to get to the bottom of why did you fake cum.

Next time having sex you was fucking Stu as Billy was jerking himself off to it, Stu already came about two times so you wanted to wrap things up. You began to awkwardly and trying have a convincingly good orgasm.

Both Stu and Billy picked up on it and laughed at you, not in the mean way just teasingly. Now they try their best to make you cum.

MICHAEL MYERS

While being bent over and Michael pounding you from behind. You made your body tense up and began to let out more moans then “came.” With Michael being nowhere near done with you he grabbed your cock to jerk you off while you came but as he did it he felt your cock not pump out anything.

You could feel his judging eyes from the dark mask he kept going until he finally came himself before dragging you on the bed to jerk you off wanting to see are you even able to cum.

If you don’t he doesn’t care, but if you have another fake orgasm he watches and stares.

HANNIBAL LECTER

He noticed the moment that you seemed that you’re not getting any pleasure from this at all. He saw your body language and the way you moved.

As you fake came, he was laying on his back thinking with a small smile tugged at his lips when he heard and saw your fake moans and movement. Grabbing you by the back of your hair before you could pull out.

He was quick to confront you, pressing you about it until you actually gave him an answer. Since he is a bit curious and asks you way too many questions about Whats wrong.

THE END

[suhnandmoon]

beat it!

chapter seven: written part below (750 words)

notes: its 1am the day this chapter comes out. i forgot that this was one of the written parts i had not prepared in advanced. tired…. not gonna bother to proof read

you couldn’t count the amount of stairs riki had just guided you up to get the both of you to the top of the astronomy tower. you were too caught up over how high up you were to notice riki’s stiff posture as you clung to his arm. 

when you reached the top of the tower, you were met with the open sight of the castle grounds below you. the walls were open archways with moonlight illuminating the space. the amount of astronomy equipment was beyond you as you ran to one of the guardrails to admire the landscape from above.

having broken away from riki’s arm, your absence was quickly noticed by him, apparent in the way he swiftly caught up and placed a cautious arm around you.

“god, please be careful. don’t you see how high up we are?” he muttered to the side, before looking down at you.

any fear you previously held about the elevation vanished once you saw the expanse of land that stretched out beyond the castle. 

in your brief rundown and sloppy history lesson of the school given to you by jongseob and soul, they had in fact mentioned your campus was a castle, but to see it from up above was it’s own feat.

“what, worried i’m gonna fall again?” you teased riki, noticing his worries. 

he had to blink away his surprise. that small comment was the most authentic he had seen you since the incident, albeit he had only spent a total of 15 minutes with you so far. understandably, you had only been closed off and apologetic around him and presumably everyone else, so seeing you back in that moment caught him off guard. of course, teasing him probably ran in your blood at that point. it was like second nature for you.

“i- uh.” he mentally slapped himself for stumbling over his words, quickly removing his arm around you once he noticed. “just be careful up here, alright?”

you laughed. a sound he was certainly not used to on the receiving end of at all. he had to push down whatever thought was threatening to bubble up that suggested he liked the sound of it. 

damn it. why were his hands sweating.

thankfully, you didn’t pay him much attention, as you were focused on taking in everything you could see hundreds of feet below you: the lake illuminated by the moon, the empty quidditch pitch not too far from castle grounds, the brooding forest that was densely populated with trees. you vaguely recall jongseob telling you some horror story about how he got sent to wander that ‘forbidden’ forest in… was it your 4th year? most of the details went over your head.

“thank you for taking me up here, riki.” you broke the comfortable silence after who knows how much time you just spent just taking everything in, “you don’t have to stay up here with me, i can find my way back down when i’m done up here.”

you were aware that your previous relationship with riki probably wasn’t a close one, so stringing him along with you and pulling him into these conversations had to get bothersome at a certain point. his flighty and inconsistent attitude wasn’t suspicious to you, but you’d like to think that hit to your skill didn’t take away your ability to read social cues. his texts to you didn’t sound as comfortable as your other friends. 

yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out. there was something about him that set him apart from hikaru, eunchae, soul, and jongseob– a familiarity only he brought. you found yourself clinging onto that at times.

“don’t worry about me, stay here as long as you want. i don’t mind waiting.” the words leave riki’s lips before he could even process what he was saying. he hated how you kept apologizing, though he could admit that his aloof behavior was why you felt so guilty for taking up his time. “plus, i wouldn't make you walk back to the infirmary yourself.”

it ate at him that he was the one that should be saying sorry every other sentence, not you.

riki took a step back from the railing you were looking over to go sit at one of the benches on the tower, allowing you to have space to yourself.

“i’ll be here. just let me know when you want to head back.” he reassured you, letting you gaze at the stars for however long you needed to.

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[st4rrzynight]

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 ��𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭– 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ ᵖᵒᵛ

𝟏𝟎:𝟓𝟑 𝐏𝐌. i anxiously stared at the time on my phone. it has almost been an hour and paige still hasn't shown up. tonight is my birthday, she promised she'd show up after she washed up from tonights game.

i'm looking around as my friends converse around me in my apartment. my roommates have already questioned me on the absence of my girlfriend. i wish i knew why she wasn't here either.

i enter the passcode to my phone in a hurry as i pull up her contact and type out a message.

Paige 💜🫶

hey, where are you? everyone’s asking about you... are you on your way?

i'm so sorry, babe. i can’t make it.

what?

i know, i know. I feel awful about it, but something came up the team wanted me to come celebrate tonights win with them

its my birthday paige you promised you would be here. going out with the team is suddenly more important than your girlfriends birthday?

it's not just "going out". it's to celebrate tonights win, and it's kind of a big deal. if i don't show up, it could look bad. i don't want to let them down, you have to understand.

no paige, i don’t understand. I’m standing here, surrounded by my friends, and i have to keep making excuses as to why you’re not here. do you know how embarrassing that is? to not have my own girlfriend show up to celebrate my birthday??

i'm sorry, okay? i’ll make it up to you. i’ll take you out somewhere nice tomorrow just the two of us, yeah?

no paige it’s not about “making it up.” it’s about showing up when you say you will. but you NEVER do.

that’s not fair. you know how much pressure i’m under i just want to celebrate the win, look i'll make it up to you tomorrow i promise.

paige i am so tired of this. seriously, you keep making empty promises, you get my hopes up only for you to tell me a half assed excuse that you pulled straight out of your ass last minute.

please don’t do this right now. i’ll call you after i leave.

don’t bother, we're done.

what??

read 10:56

what do you mean were done??

read 10:58

y/n answer me please baby

read 10:59

please ill do anything ill make it up to you i promise please answer my message baby

⚠︎︎ not delivered

꥟

ᵖᵃⁱᵍᵉˢ ᵖᵒᵛ

two years. 730 days. i lost her two years ago today, i lost it all. i know it was my fault, i put everything above her and i deeply regret it. now i have to live life in regret watching from the sidelines as she celebrates her birthday once again. this time, with her girlfriend.

her laugh filling the air knowing i used to be the cause of that laughter. admiring her from across the bar, sitting in between my teammates as they make conversation yet i can't bring myself to take my eyes off of her.

i scan ever inch of her body my eyes stopped on her wrist, then her fingers, then her neck. every single piece of jewelry i got her, gone. none of it in sight as if it never existed.

a hand on her thigh from a woman who was a copy of me. blonde, blue eyes, tall, and she plays soccer. but its not me. it will never be me again.

i can't even blame her, thats why i hate it. i hate that i can't hate her no matter how hard i try because in the end i will always love her and it will always be her.

even if i'm not her happy ever after. i distract myself trying to find someone new but it never ends well. i always find similarities between the girls i've gone on dates with and her. thats what attracts me to them, the fact that they slightly even look like her. but they will never compare to her full look, no one will.

so for the rest of time ill find myself watching from the sidelines seeing her take on life with someone who isn't me by her side, someone who looks like me but is not entirely me.

it will always kill me, it's going to eat me alive till i die. knowing that i'm not hers anymore, i won't be looking for her in the student section knowing shes there. instead ill be looking for her in the student section in hopes she decided to show up, but i know she didn't. she's going to be in the student section of the soccer games watching and cheering on her.

i won't be able to buy her flowers anymore, instead i watch as she gets gifted flowers by another woman. except those aren't her favorite. they're the wrong flowers.

i wont be able to buy her the perfume she always wears when it runs out, her signature scent that i always loved. instead i watch as she gets gifted perfume by another woman. she sprays it into the air and by the time it reaches where i sit i know its not the one she loves. its the wrong perfume.

i won't be making late night sephora trips, picking out her favorite makeup products when shes running low. instead i watch as she gets gifted makeup by another woman. its the wrong brand.

because of my mistakes, ones that i regret so deeply, i now live with the gnawing feeling knowing that she now loves a woman who doesn't pay attention to small details and gifts her all the wrong things, on her birthday of all days, but she showed up. i didn't.

clearly i lacked attention to detail as well if i couldn't see how much i truly disappointed and hurt her and didn't even show up. i wish it went down differently.

every shooting star, every coin toss into a fountain, every time the clock hits 11:11, every fallen eyelash, every dandelion, my last two birthdays, my only wish was to have her back.

but i cant.

not anymore.

and it hurts.

i open up my phone clicking on her contact, i type out one last message, even if i know she won't ever get it. i type it out and send it as some type of closure.

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

⚠︎︎ not delivered

𝐚/𝐧 — 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐎 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 —

@uwupaige @jadasogay @sweetluna20

[twiishaa]

twisha’s merry christmas event! a white christmas with portgas d. ace

ace x fem!reader, fluff! your boyfriend, ace, had always dreamed of a white christmas. It was christmas day, the whitebeard pirates were at sea, but a christmas miracle occurred-- it had been a snow day! Who can build the biggest snowman?

your jaw dropped in shock from the information you just got from your boyfriend, portgas d. ace.

“WHAT?! you’ve NEVER experienced a white christmas?”

ace chuckled a little. “yeah, when I was living with dadan there was never any snow, and I guess we haven’t landed on any winter islands during…. winter…”

you were both on whitebeard’s crew, and it was true—you rarely stopped at winter islands at all. marco walked past the two of you, joining in the conversation.

“yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a snow day,” he added.

you were speechless. how had the greatest pirate crew in the world not had a white christmas?

sighing, you got up and started making your way to your room, mumbling under your breath, “greatest pirates in the world living under a rock or something,”

but ace heard you.

“hey, you’re part of us, too!” he yelled from where he was sitting down.

—

a few days later and christmas finally rolled around. you had woken up a bit earlier than you usually did— something was off, why was it colder than usual? confused, you made your way to the main deck—but you got your answer right after opening the door.

“oh my god! it snowed!” you squealed in excitement. soon after, everyone else hurriedly came outside, to be met with the delicate white drops falling from the sky, creating a soft white blanket below.

obviously, the last one to get up was ace, still rubbing his eyes.

because of his devil fruit, he didn’t feel a thing since he was warm all the time. but that changed when you launched a snowball at his torso.

“oh, you!” he started chasing after you, two massive snowballs in either hand.

—

needless to say, your snowball fight went on for a while, at one point become a full-blown war between the divisions.

tired from hurling snowballs at people, you tried to get rid of the snow on a bench and sat down on it.

“so, have you been enjoying the white christmas?” you asked, as ace sat down next to you.

“—and aren’t you cold? you’re literally not wearing a shirt,” at which ace gave you a toothy grin.

tackling you into a hug, ace said, “the cold doesn’t bother me that much, see—I’m really warm, aren’t i?” it was true. ace was basically your little portable heater.

he let go soon after, saying, “there’s one more thing I haven’t done yet, though,” you looked at ace, raising an eyebrow.

“oh yeah? and what’s that?” he’d been talking about a white christmas for ages, what else?

“well, I’ve always wanted to make a snowman…” ace started.

“ohhh! that’s easy, let’s make a snowman!” you cried, getting up excitedly.

—

“baby, look! it’s a snow you!” turning to look at ace, you saw the ‘snow you’.

a wonky snow-thing that looked like it was going to topple over at any moment.

“do you like it?” you could hear marco absolutely cackling in the background.

walking up to the snowman, you examined it—“why don’t I have a nose?” you questioned, glaring at ace.

“oh… I couldn’t find a carrot,” ace admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

some parts of it were cute, though—like how he used your favourite scarf as an accessory and copied your hairstyle.

“alright,” you huffed, “time to make a snow-ace to go with it.”

“really?” ace said, his eyes sparkling, before tackling you in another hug.

“you’re gonna make ME? as a snowman? this is the best christmas ever!”

—

but by the end of the day, the heavy snowfall had stopped, and you were all getting ready to get some sleep after a long day.

before you retreated back into your room, you asked ace,

“did you have fun today?”

your boyfriend beamed at you. “I had the best time! thank you for staying by my side for so long,” your heart sped up a little; sometimes, ace would say something really touching unexpectedly. despite dating him for a few years already, they always caught you by surprise, making your cheeks heat up and you stumble over your words like a high-schooler.

you rested your head on ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes; he put his warm arm around your waist. “of course, baby. I love you,” you whispered.

before going to his room, ace left a kiss on your forehead. following him, you also went to your own room.

and outside stood snow-ace and his slightly wonky girlfriend.

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[holmesianlove]

Chapter 24 -  Pudding

The next morning, John was in a good mood, working in the kitchen. The evening with Sherlock had been quite lovely in the end, just the two of them, alone together. He realised he hadn’t finished speaking to Sherlock about the case, though. Sherlock had been to see his brother, hence he'd needed the ice cream too, but didn’t say why. So when Sherlock strolled in to find the mess surrounding John, his face a little horrified, John already jumped in to distract him.

“Was he mad?” John asked.

“Who?” Sherlock looked confused. 

He was already dressed. Looking nice for this time of morning. Perhaps he was about to go out for the day. Should John have checked if they had a case first? Had John forgotten something they were doing entirely?

“Mycroft. Was he mad that the case wasn't as exciting as he had hoped? You didn’t say.” 

“Oh. He'll get over it,” Sherlock said with a flippant hand gesture.

“Did you still get paid, though?” John turned to ask.

“Yes, we got paid,” Sherlock corrected.

“Good,” John said, nodding as he worked. 

“What are you doing in here, then? It smells amazing,” Sherlock sighed, walking in and looking around. Every surface was a mess, all covered in bowls and flour, and spices.

“I thought I'd cook a Christmas pudding. I found my Nan’s recipe.”

“Really? You've never done that before,” Sherlock said, surprised.

“I was feeling inspired by all the sweet goodness on our trip,” he said with a laugh. “Well, actually, I also promised Molly I would bring… something to the party.” He grimaced. Sherlock was not thrilled about having to go in the first place.

Sherlock flashed him an annoyed look.

“I know. I know. And you wanted to get out of going. I know.”

Sherlock went straight to the kettle to make tea. 

“Anyway, I agreed to bake some cookies - simple enough. And then, when I was looking through my recipes I found the pudding recipe and I thought I’d make that just for us... to have, before you go away for Christmas.” John looked around him at the mess and suddenly felt overwhelmed. 

“Can I help?” Sherlock asked, noticing John's distress.

“You ah… you want to help?” John asked, looking surprised and nervous at the offer.

“Yes, John. I want to help. Put me to good use. Just let me have a tea first.”

“You’re not doing anything today?” he checked.

“Nope. Free as a bird,” he said with a smile. He grabbed his tea and moved over to a chair placing his cup on the one corner of the table that was clear of cooking paraphernalia.

“Ok. Sure. Here, put an apron on or that posh shirt of yours will get ruined.” John handed him an apron from the cupboard and then set about trying to organise the chaos a bit, now that he had someone else involved in it. Once Sherlock had finished his tea, John passed him a bowl with dough in it and a rolling pin.

Sherlock still managed to make wearing an apron look sexy. It irritated John - making it hard for him to focus. He set Sherlock to rolling out dough and pressing the biscuit cutter into it, making different Christmas shapes and placing them on the tray for baking. For a while they worked in silence, just concentrating on what they were doing. John mixed his soaked fruit into the bowl of dry ingredients and got the pudding mixture sorted.

“This is nice. I feel like we usually don't share in the cooking together,” he said finally.

“I’ve made you cook too often,” Sherlock rushed to reply.

“It's alright. I don't mind doing it so long as you don't mind my terrible cooking,” John laughed. 

“Your cooking isn’t terrible.”

“Well, I’m not a terrible cook. I don't know, I just assume you are more accustomed to nicer food.” John blushed at the admission. His basic cooking kept them alive, he supposed. It was sustenance, but it wasn’t fine dining.

“John, we get takeaway when I’m in charge, or when you’re tired. When you make time to cook, it means something. To me, at least.”

“Well, I appreciate that. And that you don’t, you know, make fun of my cooking. I'm sure you can cook too.”

“Yes, I can, and I have done so on occasion, but when my brain's busy and my body's tired, I struggle to sum up the energy. My brain often doesn't have room left to think about what I want to cook, or what I could cook, or what I should cook… or if we have the ingredients… or when I'll have time to go to the shops to get the ingredients. You just have this ability to look at what's in the fridge and make something up. I can't do that.”

“You're a chemist!” John exclaimed. “I would have thought potions would be your specialty.”

“No, funnily enough. At least, I don't do that with food, so much as actual chemicals. Not advisable for the kitchen.” 

“Yeah, all right, genius,” John teased. "Hasn't stopped you running experiments in here, has it."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. His experiments on the kitchen table were always a source of heated conversation. “But honestly, John, that's a skill. I can follow a recipe and I've cooked some very fancy, very impressive things when I was younger, but I'm following someone else's recipe with ingredients they've told me to buy. You can just improvise and I am constantly in awe of that.”

“Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better. Keep going with the compliments.” He flashed Sherlock a grin and his eyes sparkled with joy.

“I really like that one you do with the… with the minced meat?”

John laughed. “Mystery mince?” 

“Is that what you call it?” Sherlock chuckled.

“Yes, but it's just a bunch of stuff from the cupboard. It's just a mix of herbs and leftover veg and mince on toast it's not rocket science.”

“Well, I like it.” Sherlock lifted his chin defiantly.

“Good to know.” John chuckled to himself. “It feels good to know that I can still impress a genius.”

“You are a physician, John, you're not an idiot.”

“No, I know. You're just… very intimidating.”

“Me?” Sherlock looked shocked.

“Yes. You’re very—“

Sherlock’s brow creased as he watched John. Was that really what he thought? Was that why he was so nervous all the time? 

“You're very scathing sometimes... very unforgiving of people who you think are stupid. And I am prone to a lot of stupid things. So…” He looked down at his bowl, suddenly embarrassed he’d said anything.

“Oh, John, you're not even close to the idiots we see the rest of the time. You are an army surgeon. Are you seriously suggesting that I would think that you are stupid?” Sherlock asked.

John thought about it, and while they occasionally called each other idiot, he knew it was more in an affectionate way, somehow. A term of endearment. He’d used it on Sherlock too, and Sherlock Holmes was no idiot. He never meant it like that. “Well, I suppose when you say it like that, it sounds silly.”

“Perfectly ridiculous,” Sherlock said. He went back to working the dough. “John, maybe I’ve never said it to you directly. But you are one of the smartest people I know. I happen to have one of the fastest, most complex minds in the world. The skills I have are not are not particularly usual for the average human. So sometimes it seems like I expect everyone to be like me, but I know that I'm peculiar. You might have a more normal brain in comparison, but you are highly intelligent, highly accomplished. You have skills I've never even dreamed of having… to open up a human? To cut them open and understand what you're looking at? And fix them? At that level? Fascinating,” he sighed. “I find you fascinating.” 

John was lost for words. Sherlock had certainly never said that before. “I just always thought you lumped me in with the rest of the idiots.” He blushed.

“John, I wouldn't let you live here with me if I thought you were stupid. Quite honestly. You should know better than that.” He tilted his head and gave John a look of disbelief.

“Well, thank you, that's all the Christmas present I need.” He smiled at Sherlock and his friend looked back at him.

John was always fascinated with how Sherlock’s eyes changed colour, like a mood ring. Depending on his mood, or what he wore, his eyes shifted. And right now they were the most beautiful blue, while they were looking at John. Stunning. He didn’t mean to but he licked his lips nervously, lost for words. “Looks like you’re… ah… out of dough. Why don’t you pop those trays in the oven. Set the timer for eight minutes,” he said, returning his focus to the task.

He set about getting the pudding on to boil and then began making the icing for the biscuits, as Sherlock churned out more biscuits like a professional. Those violin-skilled fingers manipulated the dough and the biscuit cutters in a beautiful choreography that John kept finding himself watching. He was always rough and clumsy when he made them.

When the timer went off, Sherlock jumped up excitedly, and grabbed the tea towels to pull out the first tray of biscuits, eager to see how his handy work had gone. When he turned there was no bench space.

“John… if you could just…”

John’s thoughts were a million miles away. Sherlock, meanwhile, had grabbed both trays - one in each hand. So his hands were full, and the heat from the trays was burning through to his fingers now. 

“John!” Sherlock said more forcefully.

John spun around in a hurry, lifting the spoon out of the bowl, which managed to flick green icing across onto Sherlock’s cheek. He snorted and then realised the situation. “Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry. Here, let me help.” John moved to the bench and frantically shifted his recipe pages and a used bowl and put down some cork board to take the heat of the trays. “Sorry,” he said again.

Sherlock dropped both trays down, and let the tea towels drop to the floor as he shook his hands out. The heat had worked through to his fingers but not enough to burn them.

“Are you alright?” John asked.

“Yes, sorry, I should have thought about the bench space…”

“No. My fault,” John said then smiled. “Come here.”

Sherlock’s brow furrowed.

“I got… icing…” John moved to Sherlock and reached up his thumb, to wipe the icing away.

Sherlock froze at the action and watched John intently. John’s only focus seemed to be on the icing splatter, but he moved his thumb slowly, deliberately across Sherlock’s cheek, pressing ever so slightly to wipe it off. John’s eyes were suddenly captivated by the little freckles on the rise of Sherlock’s cheek, just above the icing, and the trail of colour it still left on his skin. Without meaning anything by it, without thinking, he moved his thumb to his own lips and sucked the icing away. Sherlock’s pupils dilated at the suggestive gesture, which John had apparently done unconsciously.

“Green,” John said quietly, with a smile, as he moved away, back to his stirring.

“Hmmm?” Sherlock hummed in question, words escaping him in the moment.

“You have green on your face. Finally I have my revenge,” John said with a cheeky smile.

“Oh.” Sherlock’s lips formed a circle as his brain caught up. “Oh right, yes. Ha!” He tried to settle his brain and bring himself back to his task. John hadn’t meant anything by it all. Just friendly teasing. He bent down and grabbed the towels from the floor and set about moving the biscuits silently to some cooling racks so he could place more biscuits on the trays, then get the next batch in the oven.

He turned and without thinking, he used the tea towel to flick at John’s leg. Revenge indeed.

John spun around, icing covered spoon in hand, in shock. “Oh it's like that is it?” he teased, his brow shooting up, recognising the threat of a food war.

“It could be like that,” Sherlock said, raising his brow as well, pausing to see what John would do.

They both started giggling at themselves, and Sherlock adjusted his grip on the tea towel, as if he was ready for battle. John walked closer to stand right in front of Sherlock, spoon poised, spine tall ready for the challenge. But something in Sherlock’s eyes changed when he got that close and all of a sudden the tension between them shifted. John’s smile dropped and he couldn’t take his eyes off Sherlock’s. They were trying to say something without words and John so wanted to hear what it was. He wanted to believe that the things racing around his own head might be reciprocated in his flatmate. In his friend. His best friend. His eyes searched Sherlock’s face for answers, but he wasn’t giving anything away. Sherlock’s eyes had shifted to that shade of blue again, and he was watching John just as closely, but the message wasn’t transmitting loud enough. John couldn’t read it.

Sherlock bent ever so slightly forward and John sucked in a quiet breath, suddenly feeling like Sherlock might actually kiss him. Maybe he was feeling the same, maybe this was the moment that would change everything. He didn’t move, he didn’t dare. What if he bridged the distance and Sherlock had not intended to do that. He would never survive the humiliation. He froze to the spot.

"John, there's something I..."

And then the timer startled them both. Sherlock pulled back and the tension shifted. Sherlock pushed past John and opened the oven to remove the next batch of biscuits and the whole moment was gone.

John stood staring into the void in front of him where Sherlock had been, trying to reconcile what he thought might have been happening, what had Sherlock wanted to say, and what did it all mean?

Posting early as today will be busy for me. Merry Christmas Eve to you all! Thanks for the support and comments and for following along. Hang in there! The next few will lead you to your resolution!!

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You probably don’t take requests but I would love to hear your thought processes when writing/drawing Kid and their personality and appearance!

First, my inbox is always open! I’m always fine with requests, I may take my time in responding, but people can ask me anything anytime they want. Second. Oh god, someone asking me about Kid, that makes me so happy 🤧. He’s my favorite character, and I know that everyone has their own vision of Kid so having him as fav it may sound weird, but how I personally read Kid makes him my fav. I will say sorry now because I’m going to infodump VERY MUCH, SORRY

Anyway. About the drawing/design part, I made some notes (The drawings are kinda ass and they don’t have colors because my pc is dying and drawing is now a pain in the ass):

further deepening on the subject of what my thought process is about how he is (I repeat this is subjective.)”:

To me, he’s pretty much sarcastic or uninterested in his answers.

Like if he was bored of these people, possibly because he is. I think Kid is annoyed about the rest of the characters (sometimes he has expressed direct hate), even more because he has to be in a timeloop. Most of the characters are rude, irrational or both, and that makes him very tired of them, and it doesn’t help that he can die because of them (most of the time because stupid things).

Also, personally I think that the timeloop and the constant deaths has made him be apathetic toward the people and the different situations. I don’t think that he has a real interest for the others unless it has to do with the mission.

But he has empathy (he really comforts Jerome once or the cat in the microwave thing) and can recognize when something is bad and I like to believe that he doesn't want to feel like a bad person (Kid felt upset when the Janitor told him that they were similar)

It's just that at this point he’s just like “y’know what? whatever.”

He will always prioritize the mission over having to hurt someone.

Kid does what is necessary, that’s also why he feels so annoyed by the unbelievable irrationality of the rest, they just make his job more difficult without necessity.

In resume: I draw him very done with life because he has to do stupid quests for people that he doesn't even like probably, in kindergartens where always have an evil principal, repeating days until the time loop ends.

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Regina x Reader fic. I don’t have an exact request but something angsty with comfort at the end please!

✧ How Do I Say Goodbye

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: mentions to the death of a family pet, coarse language, crying, coarse language

Reader’s dealing with the loss of her childhood furry friend, Regina finds out and makes her feel better.

“Are you coming in today, babe?” Regina asked, phone held between her ear and her shoulder as she shut her locker door.

“No, sorry.”

“That’s okay, do you need anything?”

“No, no. I’m alright, Regina. Just need a day off.” You cleared your throat, silently hoping that she doesn’t ask more questions.

“Okay.” She agreed, though she sounded slightly unconvinced, “I’ll bring you your homework if there’s any, but text me if you want anything, yeah?”

“Okay, Regina.” You muttered, “Thanks.”

There was a pause.

“See you later, G.” You spoke up first to fill the tense moment.

“See you after class, baby.”

After Regina hung up, you put your phone away and went back to sleep. You already had something to eat for breakfast and didn’t feel like doing anything since you were still tired from your lack of sleep the day before. You were home alone, too— your Mom and Dad were at work. So it wasn’t like you had anyone else to talk to. Your friends were all at school now, so was your girlfriend. So, sleep was your best option to pass time.

Unfortunately, your sleep was pretty restless. Around noon, you were so annoyed by your inability to fall asleep that you got out of bed and made your way down to the kitchen where you chugged an ice cold glass of water. After that, you made your way to the garage and ran on the treadmill. It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell ringing that you stopped running. Out of curiosity, you walked back inside the house to answer the door. Of course, out of habit, you looked through the peephole. But whoever it was, was likely long gone. You opened the door and obviously saw no one, and nothing at first. But, you then spotted fast food takeout bags on the table next to the door for packages and food delivery. You certainly did not order this one but there was a note taped onto the bag.

“Enjoy your lunch. ♥ Regina.”

Bringing the bags inside, you set them down on the kitchen island before you went upstairs to grab your phone so that you could send Regina a thank-you text. Once that was done, your hunger kicked in and you decided to eat even though you wanted to shower first since you were all sweaty from the run. But it’s been a few hours since the morning, after all so you decided to just leave the shower for later.

You were sad, so you did your best to do whatever made yourself feel better. You knew that not going to school for the day was the right choice because you definitely wouldn’t have been able to focus at all. Yesterday, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, a beagle that’s been in your life for as long as you could remember. So that wound was still fresh. He’s been with you through pretty much every single milestone in your life. It was a long time coming, but, damn it hurt extra bad because he watched you grow up and you watched him grow old.

After lunch, you cleared the table and curled up on the couch to watch your comfort movie. Halfway through, Regina sends you a voice memo to ask how you were doing. You gave her a bland, but truthful text back. She must be on her own lunch break now given the time of day. Then, your phone was long forgotten once again and your focus returned to the movie. Unexpectedly, you dozed off. You dozed off so you wouldn’t cry. When you woke up, you saw someone in the living room and you nearly screamed.

“Regina. It’s you.” You squinted.

“Of course it’s me, silly.” She bites back a laugh that turns into a smirk, “Nice nap?”

You shook your head and looked at her. She immediately got it and just sat down next to you, wrapping her arms around you securely.

“It’s gonna be okay.” She said softly.

“I know.” Your voice shook, “It’s just hard right now.”

“I got you something.” She stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your head, “Well, some things.” You spotted the plastic bag on the coffee table, then you nodded, letting her reach forward to grab the bag.

“A few snacks and sweets. And this stuffed dog. I know, it’s not the same. It’s not a replacement, but I hope it can be your buddy while you get back up on your feet.”

“How’d you know?” You muttered, holding the stuffed beagle she bought you and looking at it.

“Your Mom texted me earlier, she’s worried about you.” You said nothing and only snuggled closer, now hugging that little toy she got you close.

“What were you watching?”

Your brows furrowed together trying to recall what you were watching before you fell asleep. “Toy Story 2, I think.”

“That’s a good one. We’re not watching the fourth one, though.”

You managed a chuckle, “I know. I don’t claim part four either.” Her arms around you tighten, “You wanna watch the third one?”

“Not really.” You told her, “You?”

“You pick, babe. I don’t really know what to watch either.”

You pondered for a moment, “Modern Family?”

“Good choice.” She agreed, handing you the remote, “Want some Oreos?”

“Yeah.” You nodded tearfully. She tilted your chin so you were looking at her, “You’ll be okay. I promise. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but with time…just know you’ve got it. Okay? He’s lived a long and very happy life with you as his best friend. He knows you love him, and you know he loves you too. It’s just time for that good boy to rest now.”

“Thanks, G.” You let out an unsteady breath, nodding your head in determination, “That’s really sweet, thank you.” She pecks you gently on the lips, giving you a smile, “I love you.”

“I know, I love you too. Thank you for being here with me.”

“Of course, always, baby.”

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💭A/N:

This took terribly long, I’m so sorry anon😖 but I’m currently trying to clear my requests before I start any new fics of my own🙂‍↕️

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bf!timo <3

I just couldn’t get this out of my head , timo wiggled his way in and hasn’t left since. he’s so yum . . . (fem!reader)

timo has a possessive streak when it comes to you. he doesn’t take kindly to anyone eyeing you or being overly friendly with his woman. and while he’s not the biggest lovey dovey person in public, preferring to keep those soft moments for just the two of you, he’s not above pulling you onto his lap at a bar, letting his hands wander a little too low on your back and pulling you in for a deep, claiming kiss. just to send a little message.

timo is a big boy and he uses that to his advantage for sure. loves manhandling you (gently ofc). like just pulling you and maneuvering you how he wants. in and out of the bed room.

his hand on the back of your neck!!! just gently caressing the skin beneath your ear. playing with the little strands of hair at the back of your neck. squeezing gently when he wants your attention. or just moving your head himself. (his hands are big😩)

protective. so so protective. makes it his personal mission at all times to make sure you’re safe, happy and healthy. even if he is a little assertive in doing so sometimes.

“it’s been three hours, you gotta eat,” he insists, nudging the plate closer that he’s heated up at least three different times.

“i’m almost done, I just gotta finish this one part—“ you say but the words get stuck in your throat as timo grabs your laptop and puts it on the opposite end of the table, nudging your plate in front of you

“the work will still be there after you eat something. so eat,” he orders, voice stern but not rude.

still continuing the protective part. he absolutely follows the sidewalk rule. and after the 729202 time of you forgetting to put your seatbelt on, instead of gently coaxing “seatbelt” each time, he just reaches over and does it for you now.

he almost gets mean when you don’t take care of yourself because your health and happiness is so important to him. he’s definitely the “did you drink water today?” bf after you tell him you have a headache

“I don’t know who you think you are that you can just go all day without drinking water and be absolutely dandy,” he mutters as he watches you take small sips

“dandy? are you improving your english just to scold me now baby?” you tease but you take another big sip when he doesn’t crack a smile

spoils you rotten! like actually this man will buy you anything and everything. and you should never ever think of even glancing at your wallet when you’re with him. he pays for every meal, drink or dessert you have. even if he’s not there with you. like your regular girls night out? sponsored by timo😌

gas is almost done? don’t worry, timo went and filled your tank while you were in the bath. snow’s coming and you need snow tires? don’t worry, timo already booked and paid for the appointment and he’ll take yoru car tuesday morning to get them put on. your faucet’s leaking? timo fixes it before you can even notice

this man just wants to take care of you!!!

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So Come One, Come All - Five Hargreeves X GN!Reader (REUPLOADED)

PLEASE READ: my old blog (clownwritesfanfic) was deleted when my main blog attached to it got terminated for some unknown reason. I can’t get it back so I’m reuploading everything I had saved in my notes app. Sorry for any inconvenience or disappointment, trust me, I’m devastated, but with your help I can get back to my former glory so PLEASE reblog if you like it 🙏😭

Summary: After you find out that your husband of 40 years cheated on you with his own brother’s wife, you give up on figuring out how to fix the apocalypse and run off. That’s when you’re lead to a suspicious deli full of the exact face you never wanted to see again.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1,663

Warnings/Notes: implied/referenced cheating, heartbreak, rushed writing, happy ending

Disclaimer: Five is canonically in the body of an 18 year old in this season. Not to mention he aged like 7 more years with Lila. Also, obvious Season 4 spoilers. This season was awful and Five was done so dirty and he’s still ooc in this fic (or at least a version of him is)

This is part one of my The End series (part two and three coming soon)

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You had no idea how long you had been walking for. All you knew was that you were tired.

Tired of everything. Of the constant apocalypses, the fighting, the stress, …the lying, the heartache. Everything.

You had to get away from that place. You couldn’t stand to be around anyone from that family anymore. Around… him.

You and Five have been married for forty years. You both met in the first apocalypse as teens. You weren’t special like him or his siblings but you were both grateful to have someone else around.

You slowly fell in love over the years as you grew older together. You had a makeshift marriage with a ring Five had made for you out of random bits of metal he had found.

You had both been recruited into the Commission together and quickly became the most badass couple in the entire organization. You were always put on missions together for your efficiency and speed.

You had followed Five back in time to see his family, consequently getting stuck in your younger body as well. You followed him everywhere. You would’ve given your life for him.

So, how could he do this to you?

Forty years, thrown away all because he supposedly got stuck for seven fucking years in a stupid timeline traveling subway station with another woman.

You wanted to kill him. He knew that you didn’t like how comfortable Lila was with him since the beginning and he had assured you he wasn’t interested in her at all and that you were all he wanted. What a load of bullshit that was.

You had left after their explanation. You saw the way he looked at her. The exact same way he used to look at you. For him at had been years since he last saw you. For you, it had only been a few hours since he last looked at you like you were the world.

You had slipped off the wedding ring and threw it at his face before leaving. You could hear him trying to get you to stay and try to follow you but he was stopped by Diego.

You were so lost in thought before you found yourself in front of the entrance to a subway station. This must be the one they were talking about. You looked behind you, making sure no one had followed you but also as a way to look back on this life.

If they were telling the truth about the timelines…then you weren’t going to be coming back to this one. Maybe there is a timeline where you’re happy. One where you and Five don’t meet. Or maybe one where none of this happens. Where you’re both a normal married couple.

You took a deep breath as you gazed down the steps. Once you took your first step down, you knew there was no going back.

As you descended the steps, the eerie silence unnerved you. You could hear only your footsteps on the ground and the squeaking of the turnstile as you pushed through it.

You were startled by the sound of the speakers playing some sort of announcement. It was impossible to understand considering it was all backwards.

Soon, the subway entered the station and came to a halt. The doors opened and you stood still, you were still a little creeped out. Five always made you feel more comfortable in situations like this…but he wasn’t here anymore.

You swallowed your unease and entered the subway car. You slowly took a seat and looked around before the doors closed and the subway started moving. You looked out the window as flashes of colour went by.

You were there for a couple minutes before you stopped. The doors opened but you didn’t get up. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get off yet. You wanted to be sure you were as far from the timeline you were just in as possible.

You felt something pull inside of you though. Something wanted you to get off and explore. So you did.

You let yourself be guided by this feeling deep inside. It was like your heart was pulling you somewhere.

It isn’t long until you end up in front of a building of some kind. Could you even call it that? You never left the station and it’s the only other place in here. Is it more of a building in a building? You didn’t want to think about it too much.

The words “Max’s Delicatessen” were shining brightly in your face. You were a little amused. Maybe you were hungry and it was actually your stomach bringing you here rather than your heart.

You sighed and decided to check it out.

But when you entered, you were horrified at what you saw.

The entire deli was full of copies of your (now ex) husband. This was the last thing you wanted to see and you internally cursed at your conscious for bringing you here.

You could feel your heartbeat pick up and your breathing become heavy as tears pricked at your eyes.

Finally, one of the Five’s had looked up and noticed you stuck in place at the door.

“Darling!” He shot up out of his seat, audibly hitting his knee on the table but he didn’t flinch.

Suddenly, every single Five in the place had his eyes on you, each with various emotions displayed on their face.

The Five that spotted you quickly made his way over to you. He lifted his shaking hands and held them over your cheeks, too scared to make contact in case you fade away.

You could see the disbelief and love in his eyes. This snapped you out of your confusion and slapped his hands away from you and backed yourself up into the door.

The Five in front of you looked confused and hurt before sighing and lowering his hands.

“Sorry…I forgot that you’re not the same one.” He apologized.

“What the FUCK is going on?” You exclaimed as you looked around to be met with all the Five’s still staring at you. “How did you get here? Why are there multiples of you? Why can’t you just leave me alone!”

“Woah, woah, slow down. Breathe. You’re okay. Everything’s fine.” The Five in front of you tried to calm you down. “You took the subway right? This is a different timeline. We’re all the same person from different timelines. Usually the only new people that enter here are a version of me…or…us I guess. You’re the only…well…you, that has shown up here.” He explained.

“What?” You looked at him like he was crazy.

“They should sit down.” Another Five had said.

“Come on, hun. Come sit down and we can talk.” He had reached out towards you, careful not to touch you while he guided you towards the opposite end of the booth he was previously at.

You sat down, still in shock. It felt weird being surrounded by so many Five’s. Especially when you were trying to get away from him.

“I guess I’ll start.” Five had sat down across from you and sighed.

“In my timeline, you and I had been together for years. We met at the Commission. At first we hated each other but we were always put on missions together. Over time…I had fallen for you, and luckily for me, you reciprocated those feelings. We were together romantically for years. We were on our last mission before our contract with the Commission ended. We were planning on getting married after and retiring somewhere nice. But…it went wrong…and I lost you. You died in my arms.” He looked off to the side and tried to play off wiping away his tears.

“I haven’t seen you in years. You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He reached a hand across the table and gently placed it on yours.

You teared up as you saw the pure love in his eyes. Your Five used to look at you like that and it still hurt knowing he no longer felt that way.

“If you’re here…then something must’ve happened to the Five in your timeline.” He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.

You stilled and took your hand back, making the Five in front of you frown.

You hugged your torso for comfort and curled in on yourself slightly as you looked down at the table.

“We were married for forty years…but he got stuck in the subway with Lila and…I guess forty years didn’t mean anything because in seven years he threw it all away for… her .” You hiccuped as you tried to hold back your tears.

There were multiple grumbles and scoffs around the deli.

The Five across from you reached across the table and held your shoulder gaining your attention.

“Everyone here had a version of you in their timeline. We all lost you in one way or another. I think I speak for all of us when I say…having you here is the best thing to happen to us, and he’s a complete idiot for throwing you away like that.” He smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek.

You smiled slightly at his words.

“Aww there’s that beautiful smile.” Five said as he lightly pinched your cheek.

You giggled and batted his hand away and wiped your tears away.

A sandwich and drink was placed in front of you and you looked up to another Five holding a now empty tray.

“Your favourite, just the way you like it.” He said as he gently grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it with a wink.

You blushed at the action and thanked him.

Even though you got on that train in order to get away from him…you don’t think you’ll be getting back on any time soon.

[imsecretlyagremlin]

jealousy Part 2

Jayce misses the freedom he used to have before he became a councilor. Luckily for him he gets a day off for the first time in months. But when he gets to the lab he is shocked to find out you have a date.

Jayce never thought he would go from being an enthusiastic student at the academy to being the founder of Hextech and a councilor. Sure he was grateful but sometimes he just wanted to hang out with you and Viktor.

He missed you a lot more lately. Busy with speeches, parties, and meetings he barely had time to go to the lab. At first, he would sneak out to meet you in the lab but since he got caught. Mel advised he should stop so his image could stay perfect.

He knew Mel was right. He didn't want you to be in the public eye since some people could be cruel. He knew that but sometimes he just wanted to say f it and see you anyway. He remembered the memory of when they found out Hextech worked.

Years ago

Lately, the trio practically lived in the lab. They had been working so hard that no one had seen them in weeks. Jayce looked over your shoulder at your notebook. “You still have that” It was the same one you had when he first met you. “Yeah,” you looked up confused. 

“You’ve had that thing for years” He flipped through shocked to see that you're not even halfway done. He holds the notebook over your head still looking through it “Hey! Give it back” he notices that you are trying to look mad but you can't help but laugh. “Nope try to get it back” You chase him around the lab trying to get it back. You're both laughing by the end. You’re so distracted that you forget Viktor’s in the room until he speaks up.

“ Could you both stop flirting and come look at this” Viktor is looking down at something. Jayce tries to ignore the feeling in his gut at the idea of flirting with you.

You both walk over. Jayce looks down and hears you gasp. All he can do is mutter “It works”. Despite him muttering you and Viktor still hear him. Viktor smiles “It does Jayce”. In his state of happiness, he picks you up in a hug. You both laugh as he spins you around “Jayce put me down”. Only Viktor notices your blush. Jayce laughs nervously “Right sorry” he puts you down glaring at Viktor's smirk.

He can’t help but smile at the memory. He had been daydreaming until someone coughed. He looked up to see the rest of the council staring at him. “Are you ok Jayce?” 

Cassandra, Caitlyn’s mom, asks as Mel tries to hide her amusement. “Yeah um, i’m just tired” he tries to pay attention for the rest of the meeting. Luckily after the meeting, Jayce had nothing else to do. He tries not to be too excited as he walks to the lab.

It’s the first time he’s been able to go to the lab in months. Though when he opens the door it’s a sight he wasn’t expecting. Viktor and Caitlyn sitting down as you ask their opinion on your outfit. When Jayce finally looks at you he’s frozen in awe. He's only ever seen you dressed up twice in his life. When you both graduated and when he had his hextech speech. Viktor looks up smirks and nudges Caitlyn. 

You turned around to see what they were staring at. He quickly recovers “You look nice what’s the occasion?” You were too flustered to respond. “She has a date” Caitlyn grins.

He must have heard her wrong. You barely leave the lab how would you get a date? “With who?” he winces at his tone hoping you don’t hear the jealousness in it. 

Viktor and Caitlyn do and enjoy the situation. “ you know Leo right?” Caitlyn pretends not to enjoy seeing him jealous. He did know Leo. You and him went to the academy with Leo. He used to argue with you about whether or not Leo liked you. He knew Leo did but you thought he was being nice.

He ignored the clench in his jaw as he joked. “Guess I was right huh?” You don’t notice his jealous tone and laugh nervously “Yeah I guess you were, turns out he wasn’t just being nice”. He laughs too “Yeah did i mention you look nice” he tries to memorize the image of her in his mind. “I think you did” Viktor jokingly mumbles just loud enough for Caitlyn to hear and laugh. 

You both ignore them as you continue talking. “Whens your date?” he taps his finger against the desk. “Tonight” you figit with your sleeve. “Oh I um thought we could hang out tonight with Viktor too of course but I guess not” You look up with a face of regret “i’m sorry maybe another time” you check the time “crap I have to go”. He watches you run out “Yeah another time” he mumbles. He sees Viktor and Caitlyn’s knowing looks.

“What?” he glares 

“Nothing” they laugh “Your crush is just so obvious,” Caitlyn says.

“I’m leaving now” he says but he doesn’t move to get up.

“No you’re not you missed us too much” Viktor grins knowing he’s right. Jayce doesn’t disagree he did miss them. He just wished you were here too

[ladykyrin]

Told my psychiatrist today that I’m tired of fighting my mental illnesses because I’ve been in treatment for eight years and I’m still suicidal, and she responded, “I mean, what have you really been doing to fight, though?”

It would’ve hurt less if she’d punched me in the fucking face.

[prayingfordemise]

Can’t wait for this shit to end

[starteas]

I feel both honored and terrible whenever someone tries to come to me for advice about making their own indie animated thing because I have to try and keep it professional while restraining myself from saying “God, don’t do it. Just don’t do it.”

[shima-draws]

Been having a rough couple of days. Send me asks?

[justmossyaps]

:)