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thedivinefish · 25 days ago

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TGIWednesday: Where's the ketchup?

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As friends often do, my litigator buddy often chides me and jokes around. A month ago he was in our kitchen looking for ketchup and I said, "It's in the refrigerator." And he said, “Oh you're one of those!” as if I was in some splinter cell conspiracy group that had to have ketchup in the fridge! 🥫🍅 As time passed, he asked again for ketchup and this time I had it sitting out in plain sight! He said, “Oh you're one of those that keeps it out of the refrigerator.” 🥶 Really? Okay, obviously he has the memory of a fish! 🐠 So now I have some in the refrigerator, in the pantry and on the kitchen island in plain sight. 👀 I envision his disheveled bachelor pad beach condo with tiny packets of fast-food ketchup strewn far and wide. Right now you can think of a partner, relative or friend that acts this ridiculous. It never was about the ketchup! Some people are challenging and like to bitch and stir things up 🥄🍥 and really enjoy the back and forth. Either they’re bored, ate up by the stupid or just like to have something to fight about! 🥊🤼 As much as you can, keep people that drain your energy at arm’s length. You don’t have to be mean, but the goal is for you to be more Zen 😌🧘🏻 and in the flow in your communications as well as your life. Less division, more Barry White remember? 🎵

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365dailyaffirmations · 25 days ago

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This was from my cousin in Tallahassee, pretty interesting!!!

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advancedthetapractitioner · 25 days ago

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TGIWednesday: Where's the ketchup?

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~ BEING MORE ZEN ~

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This was from my cousin in Tallahassee, pretty interesting!!!

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izzysarchivedblogs · 1 year ago

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LITTLE COWBOY CLINT.

He had always been that, and there's memory that comes to him. One where he can hear Edith's voice, telling him a cowboy story. Something she simply made up, Barney was already sleep but he hadn't been. Wandering down the hall, and Edith had caught him. Hushing him, telling him that he doesn't want Pop to see him and off back to bed, sparing moments to tuck him back in and come up with a story.

Clint had been five than, but the memory comes to him. Whole and her voice there, a memory he could hear. It was softer, but she would talk into his ears cause he was going deaf. The blonde little boy listening as Edith had to come up with a story on the fly, one quick to to soothe him and get him to sleep. At the end of her little story, he had looked up at her and told her.....

❝ She'd tell me stories just for me; told her once I'd be grow up and be a cowboy. Ride into town and save damsels, promised save her. ❞ Clint thought if he just been a better kid, a perfect son than Harold would get better. That his mother would feel braver, be happier; if he had just worked hard enough even as a kid. Always felt like he should have impressed everyone, but got into trouble and that started with Barney dragging him in first. Be the cowboy hero, save himself and his mom.

THAT STORY ISN'T EVEN MEANT TO HANG ONTO THE HARSH REALITY. IT WAS SIMPLY A FRESH MEMORY.

Speaking of their time travel adventures, Clint's favorites had been the old West, meeting the real cowboys and riding with them. ❝ I miss Two-Gun, you know someone is making a new biopic about him. It's gonna be terrible, I already know it. ❞ Of course, Hawkeye the partner of Two-Gun would think that, all things considered. They had a fast and good friendship.

❝ You're really trying to make this whole camping thing into a glamping thing, huh? ❞ That subtly confirms the future that they would have plans together, things that were outside of superhero team ups. Clint would love the idea that they'd go riding as well. If Tony doesn't remember that Clint has a horse, he remembered fondly, and was such a cowboy; he was the closest thing to a horse girl he could be as well.

SMALL TOWN, RIGHT? ❝ Yeah, small town. Waverly, armpit of Iowa. E'eryone knew him, e'eryone knew e'eryone. Unless you were a vegetable⸺ ❞ He means vegetarian, Clint was talkative but it still had been a draining day. ❝ You probably bought your meat from Harold Barton, 's why we rarely closed the store down. Holidays, from seven am to two, it'd be a big rush to get your meats in before he closed it down for the day. ❞ Everyone knew Harold, they seemed to like him despite his problems. The Bartons did alright, even if most of the money did go wasted.

❝ Always got told every year we were looking more like him, gonna be a respectable man like him. ❞ He swats at the air, because he does not take this seriously at all.

Clint quick to turn back to laughs as they stare at the screen together a few more minutes. Tony's ranting starts to crack him up. ANIMAL THAT FUCKS TO DEATH. That gets him to shake his head, laugh because this is why he wanted to put on conspiracy tv. It'd drive Tony Stark up a way.

The image of the suit flashes on the screen. It's blurry, heavily doctored and the fake historian tries to explain that this was the result of an ancient race of blah blah blah. ❝ I know your suit is very impressive, Tony, and your origin story is so inspiring. ❞ It may seem like he is taunting, but Clint found it incredible once he knew the story, once Tony announced it to the world.

YOU MIGHT BE SMARTER THAN ME.

❝ Hey now, I just told you I dropped out of school at eleven, and you can't geet me to break character. ❞ Here's the flip side of faking it until you make it. Clint's got a knack for wanting people to underestimate him, but if everyone believes he is dumb and he acts dumb. Isn't he making himself dumber? ❝ Come on. You're telling me your ego doesn't like listening to batshit stupid and knowing at least, thank god, you aren't THAT? ❞

Tony is loving hearing about Clint's childhood. Even the little hints at the bad. Not that he likes that Clint went through it. If he could go back in time and save little Clint and his mom and brother, Tony would do it in a second, but he'd had enough experience in time travel to know that wouldn't work. The past had to happen to lead to now and he could go back and save every single one of his friends from their abusive parents, and they'd just end up in a different timeline where different things happened.

This was serendipity. A whole bunch of shitty events that led to Clint being in his arms right now. He'd change it if he could, but he's still pleased with this part. He hopes the shit has ended. He hopes that they can just move forward into something together.

"Little cowboy Clint," he said. "We should go riding together sometime. Be like all our time travel adventures, only in a time with working plumbing and smart phones. Maybe that camping trip you want to go on, can be a riding thing. There's some kind of horse trail in the Appalachians right? I remember all the horse girls I grew up with always talked about it."

He leaned in against Clint a little and sighed. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything. But he didn't know what questions to ask. "Small town, right? They all knew your dad?" See even that was getting risky. He didn't want this to turn into a session of talking about how the world had let Clint down. He already knew that the world had let Clint down. There were so many places other people should have stepped in and didn't.

He groaned again at the show. "I just don't get it. The universe is so fucking amazing. There's so much to actually learn. I learn knew crazy ass shit every day. There's an animal in Australia that fucks itself to death. Like literally it just fucks and fucks and fucks, not eating, not drinking. And the males will fall apart while they're fucking. That's crazy! I made that suit," he said pointing to the TV. "I made the prototype for it in a fucking cave! I solved cold fusion in a cave with a car battery and spare parts! That beasts whatever fucking bullshit this story is. Why change the story when reality is so much more interesting?"

He sat up and looked at Clint, his thumb brushed along his jaw. "You're smart without needing to compare yourself to these brain dead idiots. You're smart Clint. Sometimes I think you might be smarter than me."

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gulfportofficial · 2 months ago

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Thinkin' about USpol in a small town.

Something I'm thinking a lot about lately is Joe Bageant's "guy in the bar" observation. Bageant wrote about, essentially, white rust belt communities of the kind he grew up in, factory towns, and the fact that they had swung hard right in the lead-up to and increasingly during the Bush Years. In Bageant's youth, these towns, towns like his, had had a strong union presence, even a socialist presence. They were unlikely to vote Republican en mass. Bageant's book - Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America's Class War - is very good, and he details and investigates several factors that went into this evolution towards the right. Among other things, he talks about funding being diverted into Christian-led education while being cut back for other education, the impact of extended credit leading into the credit crunch, Reaganism and the loss of employment, Scots-Irish history. But also he talks about, and it pops into my head at least once a day lately, the fact that Republicans have a guy in the bar.

What he means by this is that Republican campaigners specifically do a thing where they go to the town bar. The Republicans often have a guy in town, who hangs in the bar with all the other good citizens of the town, who affirms their fears, who gives them reasons and solutions. Following this, he observes that the Democrats in the same given town do not do this. They don't do it because poor people are icky, and more importantly, because sometimes they say things or ask questions that are not on the approved list of correct words and knowledge that apparently everyone is issued in college.

(And watch out, because that list changes every year. I point that out because I want to say it does no good just to learn the buzzwords. You have to learn what's behind them, why things matter, where the egg is and where is the wall. But that's another subject for another day).

And I recognize that it is not the responsibility of the oppressed to educate. Of course it isn't. But be realistic, man. Sometimes people have good hearts and they'll just as likely listen to you as they will to the guy who's telling them, yes, in fact, there is a secret conspiracy to make every child trans. Just as likely, provided you don't instantly dismiss them as stupid and wrong and so far beneath your esteem that you can only sneer at them. It's not even education! It's just having faith in people, believing in them. Here's an example. Where I live, there is a queer org that is very college lib, and we're right in the heart of MAGA country. So when the queer org puts up their post about an event on the "Happening in [Town]" facebook page, instantly someone springs up to say, "Great, just what [town] don't need. More homo stuff." (I don't remember exactly what was said, but I do, crucially, remember the "don't").

How does the queer org respond? Like this: they write, simply, "*doesn't."

Just smugly correcting the grammar, as if education and having the Right Values automatically go hand in hand. It's just... just futile. And smug. And I get that it is exhausting and draining and frustrating to engage with someone who says that and people shouldn't always have to. Further, I get that a lot of what we hear from the Republican end of things is so unbelievably, bafflingly dumb that the natural reaction is just not to even bother. But I've been at this a long time. I've seen people come around. And what it takes is having a guy in the bar. I think also of Sarah Palin. Absolute fucking disaster of a person. Rotten to the core. But people loved her. Because she listened to them. That's what people said about her, for example, a mother of a disabled son (one of Palin's children has Downs Syndrome): "She listens to me. Nobody listens to me." I don't really have a lot else to say about this. I don't like the Democrats either, obviously, but even removed from party politics, I don't know. We should have a guy in the bar.

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ineedpeacenquiet · 1 year ago

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Stress

I tell you what... recently the world has been getting a bit too loud for me again. My silly brain can't handle the kind of information I am receiving. I've been given more hours at work, which I've wanted for a while. I worked a lot of hours last week and it completely burnt me out. I feel very drained all the time and I find it hard to concentrate on anything. I can't stay focused on the things I like... what kind of things do I even like, anyway? I was having this conversation with Daniel last night. I told him that I don't like anything, I have no interests or hobbies, and there's nothing I'm really interested in. I am tired all of the time... depression? I'm not depressed, though. I am bloody burnt out. I am so tired and there's no amount of sleep I could possibly have that'll fix that. There's no amount of food, games, medication, or distractions that'll protect me from seeing what's really going on.

I hear all this horrible news all the time and I can't escape it. I feel like my mind is drowning itself in these stories I've heard. Bits of gossip about horrible people, people realising they've been taken advantage of, people dying, getting killed, injured. All this stuff gets to my head. My head's a lot more sensitive than people think... I think people's perception of me is completely different to how I actually am. And yeah, sure, I'm 20, but that doesn't mean I can handle these stories that are hurled at me.

The one about the homeless man who isn't actually homeless and turns out he's a thief, he's a r*pist, a druggie, an alcoholic, has assaulted people, and for whatever reason, taken the name of his son, Joseph, in order to hide from the police, whom supposedly have warrants out for his arrest. I was nice to him and had a few good conversations with the man... I'd never suspect what kind of person he was... that was at least until he came onto me.

A story the other day where this man my family and I knew was killed in a car accident - turns out it was his fault. Well, his wife is in a coma and they might have to amputate her arm. His family are blowing lines of coke outside the morgue.

Another story where a family we know who are in court at the moment for attempted murder and conspiracy against some horrible man.

I guess it's too much for my brain. All this work and stress with other stuff isn't a good combination for me and my brain.

I don't know how all this stuff, especially with my burnout and stress plays out for other neurodivergent people. I don't know if I'm just being dramatic. But it's all getting to me more than normal. But I have these issues. I find the world gets too much for me. My brain finds itself moving at 100 mph trying to catch up with all this information that's been tossed my way. I'm thinking about my own affairs as well as those of others. And whilst this goes on, I forget to breathe. I guess I kind of lose myself in the moment and BOOM! I'm having some sort of meltdown. I have all these thoughts... ones I always have, maybe not as loud as I am having them right now... but the ones where I am thinking: "I don't belong in this world". "I'd rather be dead.", "I'd be safer if I wasn't alive." This series of thoughts then sets off my paranoia - I am now afraid that there are people after me. EVERYONE IS AFTER ME. It's triggered me. I feel guilty now. Why am I such a baby?! I hate myself for not being able to handle these things, I hate myself for being so weak all the time. I hate everything about this... and now my head hurts. The pain starts at the crown of my head, stretching down my neck to my already sore back and shoulders. I feel weak. I feel like I'm dying, and I'd secretly love to.

There's homes for people like me. That's something I just thought.

I feel safe nowhere else than with Daniel. But it is ridiculous to think that's a place I can always be. I, for the first time in many years, felt afraid to leave the house. The feeling of fear and dread I had as I walked up the road. I don't precisely know what I was so afraid of. I don't know what made me turn around, and look back at the drive. Something in me really wanted to go home. I walked up the road, still carrying the fear I'd left with, but I forced myself to carry on anyway. Of course, I was fine and I made it to the shop without anything bad happening to me. Nothing bad happened while I was there, nor did anything bad happen when I came back. It was fine.

The other day I started having heart palpitations. I wasn't too sure what was causing them. Maybe my medication? That was a common thought I was having. Sunday, I found myself in the same situation. My heart was doing the same thing - felt like I was having at least 5 beats per second, there was a scarping feeling in my heart, an almost crunchy feeling. My chest felt tight and heavy - as if someone was sitting on me. My eyes felt heavy and tired, everything felt like it was closing in on me - something that happened to me a few years ago - a silent-ish panic attack. I did not cry, nor did I really have time to react. I told a few people, including a colleague, Ed, who said I should have a sit-down.

Immediately, I Googled my symptoms - classic anxiety symptom. Of course, it told me to dial 999, go to A&E - I am having a heart attack and I will die. I did not die nor was I having a heart attack. I was not dying - I was having a panic attack. But instead of doing what I normally do - I instead felt it all in my chest and I felt afraid... more of the symptoms I was having. I'm less afraid of losing my mind than whatever was going on in my heart that evening. But, I felt better after. I felt relieved that I wasn't about to die. I was afraid if I did, I would never see Daniel again - that's what I was actually afraid of.

But, of course, that wasn't the end of my stress - I had stupid customers to deal with... then more bad news when the mother would come to collect me from work.

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hullo, hope ur having a great day. Do you know that thing where people’s girlfriend shows their boyfriend how a tampon works? Like they demonstrate using a bottle and show their boyfriends, can I have that for the big three? ty and godbless 😚

how it works

character(s) : midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki

legend : [Y/N = your name] quirk not specific, i used they/them pronouns but Y/N has a 🐱

headcanon type : crack (literally one mildy dirty joke from bakugou but that’s it)

note(s) : anon specified that they meant the main three in another message so,, do not be confused with that part. uhh i don’t use tampons either so how they worked really confused me 💀

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midoriya izuku

to start off with this post, i’d say you’d have to show him. like— he’s not the type to straight up ask you how a tampon works

but he is kinda curious so..

he lives with his mom, and only his mom. so it’s not like periods are a totally foreign subject to him. BUT HIS MOM DIDN’T SHOW HIM HOW TAMPONS WORK

and he didn’t have any female friends, or any girlfriends before you so.. yeah.

moving on, he’ll get all red and flustered when you first ask him-

“izuku, do you know how tampons work?” it was wrong of you to ask him while he was STUDYING

“t-tampons??” he’ll immediately drop his pen, the blood rushing to his cheeks immediately.

but, because izuku is quite CURIOUS, he’ll say yes. he probably wouldn’t have gotten the guts to ask you upfront anyway

you prepare a clear reusable cup, and you’d fill it with water as you get ready the tampon

“ok, so this is how it works.”

you say that as a warning, just before you plung the tampon into the water

and izuku’s there, nodding— waiting for you to demonstrate to him how it works he sounded really excited NJWJDWJ

anyways, you dip the tampon into the water— and izuku’s eyes widen like saucers when he sees it EXPAND

holding it up, you show him what it looks like, the size of the tampon expanding twice it’s size in a matter of seconds.

“o-oh.” izuku lets out, startled.

he’ll start glancing back and forth between the wall, and the soaked material— clearly flustered, and also unsure what he’s looking at.

“does it really get that big?” he asks in a whisper like tone, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him

and you just nod, amused by izuku’s face— which is literally like this 😳

needless to say, he has a lot of respect for you. especially if you can use tampons so casually

but at least he knows how it works, but this will probably keep him awake at night for a bit

out of all of the characters in this list, he’s the most mortified (in a way) it’s almost amusing.

todoroki shouto

shouto will just straight up ask you himself.

pure definition of shower thoughts. he thinks a lot in the shower (thus why he’s kind of a conspiracy theorist.)

so he probably thought of that during the shower— and he didn’t really wanna ask just any of his girl classmates.

yeah, he has a sister. but all she ever did was disappear for a few days once a month,

he obviously has his mother too, he wasn’t exactly close to her either because he was isolated from his mom, and even his own siblings

but then he remembers he has you, his s/o so..

he immediately rushing towards you, entering your room in his usual manner, asking you how it works (with his blunt nature of course)

and you’re just like 🤠❓❓ “..why do you wanna know”

shouto just tilts his head, “i thought of it during the shower.” his curiosity quite raw “and.. i have no one else to ask.”

and you can tell he means well so.. you kiss his cheek and stand up “alright! follow me.”

fastforward, you sit on the counter as you fill a clear glass with water, while you prepare the tampon

“you ready, shou?” again, you say that as if you were warning him— but he only nods, watching attentively to see what would happen.

you dip the tampon in the cup, and it immediately absorbs the water— expanding by a lot

the color in shouto’s face drains, and he’s just there like 😦 “woah.”

“it expanded by a lot.”

“yeah, it does that.”

“can you feel it when it expands?” shouto asks, holding the string to check how heavy it is

and unlike the other two in this list, he’s brave enough to actually hold the string, not disgusted whatsoever

“hm.. i don’t know? it feels normal.” you shrug, opting to just look at shouto’s reaction

“i see.” he nods, “thanks, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek, before hoisting you off the counter

he’s glad he knows but.. he has a lot of respect for you if you can wear one every month.

homeboy just thought it just stayed like that the entire time

out of all of the boys, he’s more chill— seeing that for the first time. but he’ll probably ask if you want to use pads out of concern NWNSNSJZ

bakugou katsuki

no.

nope.

he does not want to know.

it probably came across his mind a couple of times before, but as of now? he’s not curious. not in the slightest

it’s not like he thinks periods and tampons are gross. he respects you for dealing with that shit— but he’s just not curious.

on the contrary, you still ask him if he wants to know how tampons work.

in this case, you use pads— but you already know it expands to that size already.

“kats, are you curious as to how tampons work?” you ask him one day, when you guys are just relaxing in your room

he turns his head slowly, looking at you in the eye “... no.”

“why though??”

“don’t you just plug ‘em in, and then take it out?” katsuki rolls his eyes as if it was that simple

“it’s not that simple though,”

“i still don’t wanna know.” katsuki insists, voice gruff “actually.. why are you asking me? don’t ‘cha use pads or some shit?”

he’s right but you choose to ignore him

“so you wanna die one day, knowing you don’t know how tampons work?” you tease, grinning at him

he only rolls his eyes. he doesn’t really want to know, but again— he can’t really resist you anyway

so he finally says yes. “fineee. but make it quick.”

moments later, you’re in the bathroom, filling a clear cup with water. katsuki just stands by the door way, watching you prepare the items

for dramatic effect, you added red food coloring, which earned a scoff from your boyfriend “what’s the food coloring for?”

“dramatic effect. and also accuracy.” bakugou only grimaces

you tell him to go closer, moments before you show him “okay. you’re about to see how this works.”

“just get on with it,” he says, feigning impatience— but you know he’s actually watching

you dip it in, and katsuki had to do a literal double take— watching how a small cylinder turned into a weird.. red floppy sponge

bakugou’s standing there, a hand on his hip like 🤨 “what am i even looking at?” his ears cringe at the sound of it dripping back into the cup

and your face is just 😟 huh BECAUSE YOU USE PADS AJDJWJSJ

“i.. don’t know??” you laugh at his reaction, and he honestly doesn’t wanna hold it even though he knows it’s just water with food coloring

“it was literally a cylinder a second ago.” he comments outloud, brows furrowed and face contorted in utter confusion.

“i know right?” you comment in amusement, “i mean.. i knew how it works but i never saw this in person.”

“ah yeah, it’s because you use diapers.”

katsuki teases. you know he’s just joking, but you still glare at him like 👺

and he just holds his hands up in resignation “sorry.”

in short, it was quite weird to see it expand in real time. but at least bakugou katsuki knows how tampons work.

“but i’m still bigger.” katsuki kisses your temple, before turning around and exiting the bathroom— going back to your bed.

you’re appalled.

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ryanlockheart · 3 months ago

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"you're cute," xander giggled in response. "and how are you one of those weirdos? do you have a lock of my hair hidden under your pillow? i thought it was just my socks!" there was a teasing little smirk on his lips. his hands reached out to cup alfie's cheek before he leaned in to press a kiss to his soft skin. he might have been gullible or even naïve, but xander was far from stupid. he knew that, even despite his little tough guy act, alfie cared about him — maybe even loved him. "oh, please! i've literally caught you before, alfie!" he teased playfully. "okay — totally fair point... but vampires still aren't real! why would anyone drain me of my blood? you've been watchin' too much tv." "i definitely think that was a subconscious choice," he hummed. "i bet you've been thinking about it, picturing it... so it just slipped out." xander was so used to alfie holding the reins, bossing him around lovingly. it felt nice for a change to hold a little bit of power over his head. if he had known all it would've taken was a pair of booty shorts, he would've worn them weeks ago. "i would, wouldn't i? suckin' the sweat out of one, huffin' the other, 'd probably be dry-humpin' your leg," the redhead admitted in a whisper, his soft hands running along alfie's bare leg. "i didn't think you would've said yes. i figured you would've given me a lecture about how it was, like, a gateway to a sex addiction or something." there would be nothing that could pull xander away from alfie. not chatter about his past, not conspiracy theories about his former roommate, not gossip about any lovers he'd left behind. to the redheaded boy, alfie was perfect head to toe. he was protective, absolutely, but it came from a place of love. alfie may not want to admit it, but his brown eyes gave him away. the way he suffered through movies xander made him watch gave him away. the soft touch of his hands on xander's skin gave him away. there was no doubt in xander's mind. "well, i don't go back on my word, alfie," xander stated firmly. "of course, i wanna fuck you. i've been waiting for you t'drop the act and do it for, like, ever now!" his lips found their way to alfie's once again, cementing the promise he'd made. there had to be no doubt that he'd ever falter on his word. "i wanna see it. i know it'll be so hot, daddy. it'll be my favorite thing to cum to," xander whined softly. the pout on his lips was irresistible, tempting the older boy. "they're yours. anytime you want 'em, anywhere." alfie had never been softer or sweeter than with xander in his lap. he was swallowing down his own seed, and to xander, it couldn't have been hotter. his fingers ran through alfie's chestnut locks, a soft smile on his face. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear, daddy," he admitted, a slight pink hue to his pale cheeks. "i love when you get that little whine in your voice when you talk about 'em. 's like you have to have 'em, or you might just explode." he'd never felt so powerful before in his life. xander could really get used to that feeling. it was like electricity was coursing through his veins, making him alive again. that high dipped a little at the older boy's revelation, but as it set in, xander just loved alfie even more. "that's okay, alfie," xander said softly. "'m a little disappointed, but it just shows me how good your heart is... and i can't be mad at that." he moved to leave a kiss on alfie's lips once again, soft and sweet before nuzzling his face in the curve of alfie's neck. he breathed in that masculine musk that practically radiated off his skin. alfie felt like home. "for the record, i absolutely am takin' you up on that offer," xander decided. "and you can still have my feet if you want 'em. they're really sweaty though..." he hoped his little taunting game of temptation would work, but whatever alfie chose, xander would respect it happily.

"sounds misogynistic, but whatever you say," alfie shrugged. "ugh, i'm not trying to be your dad, xander. there are weirdos out there, especially in a place like this... i should know, i'm one of them!" he wasn't trying to be overprotective, it just came naturally to him. xander's innocent eyes and naïve energy drove alfie crazy, made his skin crawl whenever he thought of someone harming him — or even merely touching him. alfie knew it made him sound psychotic, which was what everyone thought he was anyhow. "i have not been staring at your ass!" he protested. "when you think about it, cambridge is a likely place for count dracula to be... he likes his old buildings, doesn't he?"

"you wear me out enough as it is, can't imagine what it'll be like when you've got a little spunk in you," alfie said, regretting his choice of words immediately. "wait, that's... that's not what i meant." his mind was a mess. he was stuck between desperately wanting to take advantage of the odd situation and feeling like he was doing something wrong. if not to xander, then to himself. alfie promised that he wouldn't get involved with anyone else, that he would keep to himself for the remainder of his time at the prestigious university. xander had taken a sledgehammer to all of that. "my socks would work, too... and you'd look real pretty with 'em hanging from your mouth," he hummed. "i didn't... i didn't think that you were looking, to be quite honest with you. i wasn't doing it to turn you on, i just like being comfortable. you could've always just asked for a taste, if that's what you wanted."

alfie's reputation wasn't as pristine, shiny or brand new as xander's. he didn't have the luxury of walking around campus without peering eyes on him, thoughts loud enough to hear. it was isolating, to always be alone but never feel alone. he lived with the constant fear that someone would get into xander's ear about him, and their current peace would cease to exist. "i've heard that before, haven't i?" alfie scoffed. "whether you hate me or you don't, the important thing here is that y'wanna fuck me, right?" the burning pile of garbage that was alfie's social life wasn't what he wanted to talk about. he didn't really want to do much talking at all. "yeah, you say that now," he warned. "but you don't know what it really looks like when i 'go crazy,' xander. you're giving me free access to the one thing i want more than anything."

alfie's breath hitched as their lips pressed together, caught off-guard by such boldness from his innocent little roommate. he lapped the remnants of his own release from the xander's lips, swallowing it down with a hum. "what do you wanna hear, xander?" alfie breathed out. "you wanna know how i sat in my bed and jerked off 'cause they were hanging off the edge of yours the other night? or do you wanna hear about how i think i could probably bust a nut just from tasting them, without even touching my cock?" alfie's forehead pressed against xander's, a contorted sigh falling from his lips. "i... xander, i'm sorry. but i can't fuck you tonight," he said, cupping the smaller boy's cheek with his large hand. "believe me, i really want to. you're perfect and just milked the fattest load outta me, but i can't take your virginity after you've been drinking. i'd hate anyone else who did that to you, and i'd hate myself if i did it... i want you to be sure, and i want to be sure that you're sure — but what i can promise you is that i'll let you sleep in my bed tonight, and we can revisit this in the morning if you still feel the same."

#xander chamberlain.#thread: xander & alfie 002.

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poprocksrights · 3 years ago

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Class 1A weed headcanons

Deku: Conspiracy theorist high. Goes on and on for hours about some weird conspiracy but like the really stupid kind like, “unicorns are real and secretly running the government and here’s the proof” kind of conspiracy.

Uraraka: Giggly 24/7 laughs at absolutely everything and anything you say or do, while twirling around in circles in the air with her quirk. Probably would also use her quirk on someone else and then spin them around for funsies.

Kaminari: Zones out for hours and then suddenly randomly bursts out cackling and says the most intelligent and funny thing ever before going silent again and staring off into space.

Iida: Takes one little peef poof of that indica and passes the fuck out with his head on someone’s lap. Either that or he’s gotten ahold of Sativa and is tweaking the fuck out in which case someone will unfortunately have to go get recovery girl before he starts thinking that he’s dying or smthn.

Tsu: Doing sick backflips and magic tricks that she wouldn’t even know how to do otherwise and blows everyone’s tiny little himbo-ified brains.

Momo: Girl has the munchies like crazy and will absolutely obliterate the cupboards and the fridge and then order like thirty pizzas. If you’re lucky you will get ONE slice.

Tokoyami: Gremlin rules. Don’t feed him after midnight. Also God forbid you turn the lights out. It’s over for you man, idk what to tell you. It was nice knowing you dude. Maybe only let him have a puff during daylight hours.

Todoroki: Lazy couch potato boy. Will do his best to try to listen to you when you speak but all he’s hearing is total gibberish man. Although he’ll love you forever if you run your fingers thru his hair or cuddle him or just sit with him and enjoy each other’s presence with some music.

Shinsou: Chronic dry mouth. Has to nurse a huge jug of literally any beverage. Probably spaces out in between each chug and forgets to go pee until it’s almost too late. Probably also unusually social when high and wants to be everyone’s friend.

Mina: The trip sitter who got them all high. She’s having a blast recording everyone, and is surprisingly super responsible and good at keeping her eye on everyone. (She’s a party girl when she’s high and will absolutely get down with anyone and try to be anyone’s friend. She’d probably start talking to a bug and try teachin it a tiktok dance or smthn if she was alone.)

Bakugo: The nervous babey high. He only wanted to try it a little bit because it was good for destressing. He ends up being super self conscious about everything and anything he’s doing, gets really sensitive and wants everyone’s attention. Probably blushes a lot and buries his face in his hands over literally anything. Also He WANTS HAND HOLDIES so you better GIVE IT TO HIM, it’s your only chance for non-sparring skin on skin contact you best take it.

Kirishima: Sativa only for him. This boy be running around playing with everyone like a puppy dog. He wants to have fun, and he HAS to be at least holding something to fidget with or he’ll start tweaking out. He has to absolutely touch anything and everything which can be a challenge for whoever’s with him when he starts reaching for stuff like stove burners and open containers of safety pins or something. He’s probably sitting on the couch with Todoroki and Bakugo and holding Bakugo’s sweaty little hands with one hand and patting Todoroki’s hair with the other.

Sero: Absolutely a prankster. He’s taping up plastic wrap traps for everyone to run into. Probably also has chronic dry eye and jokes that he’s Mr Aizawa the whole time. He will not rest until he’s made you laugh at least once.

Hagakure: Running around pranking everyone with her quirk. Stealing someone’s chips here, drinking their drink there, sneaking up on them and scaring them when they zone out. Probably scares Kaminari too hard and feels really bad when he starts crying or having anxiety. Probably also runs into Sero’s plastic wrap traps at least hmmmm several times.

Jiro: Sat in a corner and talking to a wall. Maybe singing to herself but is doing it absolutely horribly but doesn’t care. Shes vibing and living her best life. Probably also confesses her love to someone. Might’ve been like three different people at once who knows.

Ojiro: Hes the homie you can leave for an hour to go get McDonald’s and then come back to find that he hasn’t moved an inch or even noticed you were gone. Probably super appreciates the McDonalds chicken nuggies and thinks you just magically pulled it out the fucking ether just for him. Maybe you did, because he certainly deserves those nuggies.

Sato: Abandons all culinary laws. This mans eating a raw potato with some ketchup on it, or mixing a packet of gravy and can of chili and some ramen and whatever leftovers he can find in the fridge together and calling it “a gourmet culinary masterpiece.” Kaminari is the only one who eats it and doesn’t throw up. Sato probably also accidentally leaves the burner on or gets like fifteen pieces of silverware out and leaves them all around the counter because he keeps forgetting that he already got one out. Burns his grilled cheese until it’s jet black and eats it anyways.

Shoji: Hes a hugs not drugs kinda person. He won’t admit that he’s having fun keeping an eye on everyone with Mina. He keeps an eye on Tokoyami the most though and makes sure the lights don’t go out. You gotta watch out for your boyfriend boo.

Aoyama: Drains his entire bank account on expensive cheese because he’s the one person they failed to keep an eye on. He’s shiny so Tokoyami probably follows him around, and Dark Shadow probably convinces him to buy more cheese than he needs. Aoyama probably becomes a disco ball again at some point and enjoys every second of the attention.

Koda: He’s the one who’s sitting there babbling and making his own language while he’s zooted. Every time you speak to him he’s mumbling something different and you cant understand a thing he’s saying. Eventually though he’s the one who screams “SCATTER” when an adult person shows up to check on them. Of course half of them are probably zoned out so hard they don’t hear him.

Mineta: Greened out in the first hour when he ate too many edibles after Mina told him not to and passed out in a puddle of his own vomit.

Aizawa: Fucking busts their asses.

#weed #marijauna #drugs?#ask to tag?#bnha #mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #headcanons #I’m not tagging every individual character #that’s too much work for me thanks

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calamitouscynic · 3 years ago

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What grabbed you in particular in the Palpatine being a creeper scribble? #curious

the fuckin,

everything

(also, this got Extremely Long, so there's a readmore cut now rip @beckyh2112 I'm sorry lol)

no, but in the first part you posted it was that last snapshot bit of fox trapped in Palpatine's mind or whatever it is? like, hold on I'm getting QUOTES for you bc I'm, screaming, eternally

OKAY, so from part one the Specific Part that got me hooked was

The Sith Lord carried a fox in his arms, its fur Guard-red, and a jeweled collar around its neck.

Mace let fury sweep over, through, and past him.

like, MACE. dude. and then the little introspection about him hating but not with his own hatred, and how Plo would. give that a chef's kiss, because its fucking magnificent

and then like in part 2, Fox's little section, where you can start to get a feel for how weird it gets, like, what I assume is being subservient to a sith fucking lord in said sith lord's own mind? fucking amazing.

and then there's this which makes me go white-hot with rage every fucking time, but it's so good

His owner chuckled. “Look at you being so sweet for me, pet.”

like, BEX, bex, you're killing me.

in part 3 (I think?) the entire section where the commanders are space!skyping to figure out what the fuck is going on with Fox is great. and the little bits of clone culture regarding telling how safe or out of a battlezone someone is by how much of their armor is off, and Wolffe needing sinker and boost nearby to make sure they're safe, Cody bringing rex to say hi to bacara, like, fucking phenomenal amounts of cultural insight in one paragraph dude, holy shit

and then the difference between the Corrie's and the rest of the troopers and how the guard treats getting to be a sith lords chew toys in ways that are Really Fucking Upsetting to anyone else hearing about it but that's just situation normal, all fucked up for them

and then, again, because I think the best part of this little series is the small but Deeply Upsetting sections from Fox:

Fox never strayed far from his owner. He wasn’t always within arm’s reach, but the two of them were always in the same room. Often, Fox curled up next to his owner, too tired to do more than chrr when he was petted. If he was awake to notice being touched.

He was just so tired. No matter how much he slept, he felt disconnected and drained when he faded back into consciousness. Always in his owner’s arms. Always hurting and distressed until familiar hands stroked him from head to tail and chucked him under the chin. Then his owner would feed him Dark little creatures, delicious on his tongue and nauseating on his stomach.

I'm just over here like that one conspiracy theorist meme dude from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, or whatever it is, you know the dude, regarding Fox and Palpatine

because it is genuinely upsetting to me, but in a good way? like "If he was awake to notice being touched." disgusting, horrific, I want to tear Palpatine's hands off with my teeth and eat them out of sheer rage at that. and then the very last line? the thing about the little dark creatures? I am incandescent with rage

and then you go and describe it as "delicious on [Fox's] tongue and nauseating on his stomach" and what a way to get your point across, like yEAH BEX YOU GO BEX, that completely fucking vibes with how I think of the dark side

this is Much Longer than you were probably expecting rip, anyway TLDR fucking everything bex holy shit

no, but for real, its the interspersal (?) of the real world drama of people trying to figure out what's going on with fox, dealing with the end of the war, regular politics, etc, and then getting slapped in the face with fox trapped in a sith lords mind as his pet and how absolutely creepy it feels from the outside

phenomenal fucking job, you're doing amazing, I'm outshining the sun out of sheer rage at Palpatine

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arpiii · 5 years ago

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The BAU High School Teacher AU

Let’s start with teaching positions:

“Mr. Hotch” - English, History

“Mr. Rossi” - Film, Psychology

“Emily” - French, Arabic, Gym coach

“Morgan” - Woodwork, Weight room & Gym Coach

“Dr. Reid” - Math, Science, Music theory

"JJ” - Spanish, Art

“Garcia” - Drama, Computer Science/Tech classes

“Principal Strauss” - no one likes her

“Gideon” - School counselor

“Officer Elle” - School security

Now about the staff:

Mr. Hotch is the strict teacher. No late work, he doesn’t curve grades, and can tell if you bullshit your tardy. But he’s still supportive towards the students that need it and helps any way he can. He barely smiles and is never absent from class. The only jokes he cracks are really cheesy dad jokes that make the class cringe and groan and snicker because he says them so seriously. If a student is having trouble in the class but it’s because of their parents, Hotch makes sure to meet with them and lecture the parents and defend his student as much as he can. But all his students know, one day each year, he plans a prank on Mr. Rossi, his rival. This is what the class looks forward to every year. A couple times he brings his son Jack to class and the class loves him. They’re also surprised to see Hotch smiling all day and going soft when he talks to Jack. When he has something important to teach he lets Jack hang out with Garcia.

Mr. Rossi is the strict, yet chill teacher. He disciplines his kids and gives them extra credit when they deserve it. He likes to joke with the class and brag about him being a best selling author, the class roll their eyes but enjoy it. He’s also extremely sarcastic and has dry and slightly dark humor. He throws a pizza party at the end of each quarter/term and every time he goes over to Hotch’s class to offer some. Hotch always declines but Rossi leaves it on the desk anyway. The only time Hotch breaks his no emotion streak is when Rossi visits and teases him. The class is told at the beginning of the year that it’s a feud but they all know they secretly have a thing for each other and are too stubborn to admit it.

Emily is the laid back Gym teacher. She and Morgan are constantly one-upping each other and they brag to each other who’s picked up the most girls at bars to entertain the class. She’s the only teacher that know’s how to piss off Morgan and her class loves that. She also teaches French and Arabic. JJ, the Spanish teacher, visits her class and her students notice every time that JJ is the only teacher Emily is sweet with, but JJ doesn’t seem to notice.

Morgan is the cocky gym teacher and weight-room coach, and also teaches woodwork. He’s super chill but strict when he needs to be, and is constantly motivating kids. If a kid is in trouble or scared, Morgan makes sure to resolve the problem or defend the kid with his whole chest. He likes to compete against Emily’s class in sport games during class. But most of his free time he visits Dr. Reid. His main purpose is to embarrass Reid with innuendoes and flirting, which he’s always successful at. Reid’s class enjoys the shit out of it. Emily is annoyed at both of them and is the only teacher that calls Morgan Reid’s “boyfriend” just to mess with both of them. When Morgan can’t visit Reid’s class he sends Emily as a messenger who rolls her eyes every time.

Dr. Reid is that really smart teacher. He teaches up to the advanced math and science classes and also music theory. Reid tells the class to let him know if he’s talking too fast or rambling so he can slow down. He cares about all his students and although the students are annoyed with all the work they get, they enjoy having Reid as their teacher. They love the fact that he loves Dr. Who and give him Dr. Who and nerd themed gifts on his birthday. When the class is doing individual work Reid puts on classical music. The students also teach him about pop culture things like Tik Tok dances and iconic vines. Reid isn’t very social but they see his personality come out when Morgan visits. His face goes red every time Morgan drops an innuendo and threatens Morgan to leave the class. Some ways he’s done that is by throwing a white board eraser at him, threatening to splash a beaker of acid on him, and holding his guitar as a weapon. They know he’s not serious though because Reid fails to hide his smile. Garcia visits the class a lot and she’s like the mom of the class, she sometimes brings treats and likes to chat with the students. Every time she visits, she ad Reid are quietly gossiping in the corner, and although the class can’t hear them, they can tell it’s about Morgan (especially the one time they caught Reid blush during a conversation).

JJ is the Spanish and Art teacher. She is extremely sweet and checks in with her class constantly if they’re doing ok or if they need help. No one is scared to ask questions because she always answers them without making the student feel bad. Her students notice Emily visits a lot, and they can tell they have a thing for each other. Whenever they ask JJ about it, she neither confirms nor denies it so a huge conspiracy starts. She also teaches art and Garcia likes to visit a lot. The two gossip about all the other teachers, JJ fills Garcia in about Emily and Garcia fills JJ about Reid and Morgan. Sometimes, when Reid is out, JJ substitutes his music class. She likes to fool with Morgan when that happens.

Garcia is the mom of the school. Everyone loves her. She teaches drama and comp sci so she is loved by the gays and the nerds. She’s always enthusiastic and supportive and treats her kids. She’s very colorful and gives her kids candy or stickers if they get a question right or do something really cool in their assignment. When she visits Reid, if Morgan shows up she guards the door and keeps him out of the class. Morgan tries to charm her but she charms him back and doesn’t break. Once in a while she fails to keep him out and the class goes nuts watching the show. She’s also called a lot by Hotch because he needs help with technology constantly. Rossi needs help too once in a while but he just relies on his students or eventually figures it out.

Principal Strauss is only seen in the halls once in a while. She monitors classes twice a year and all the students AND the teachers behave their best that day. Even Hotch seems relieved when she leaves the class. She makes announcements at the most inconvenient times. She is also the only one who enforces the dress code on students. Once in a while she asks what Morgan’s doing in Reid’s class and Morgan tries to cover it up and the class backs him up. Rossi’s class finds it hilarious when she’s talking to the class and he’s mocking her from behind, rolling his eyes and making faces. The students clearly know the teachers don’t like Strauss as they constantly complain about her. She calls Garcia’s games and prizes “distractions” and thinks JJ gets off track too much because she checks in with her class to much. The students that hate her the most though are Reid’s students, because she’s the hardest on him for no reason. They can tell by his behavior and can tell he’s drained every time she leaves the class. They tell Morgan and Morgan decides to start a yoga club for students and teachers to destress once a week. He personally invites Reid and that’s the only time the students see Morgan doesn’t mess with Reid. Garcia also offers free hugs to any student who needs one during the school day.

Gideon is everyones favorite staff member. Everyone loves him. His door to the counselor’s office is always open and he always knows what to say to students that have trouble. He’s just very relaxing to talk to. Everyone respects him and even all of the teachers get along with him. He checks in with classes once in a while just to see how everyone’s doing, and sometimes sits in lessons to learn with the students. Sometimes he participates in group assignments. He’s also the only one who stands up to Strauss. He never get’s mad, he’s always calm and manages to talk sense into her. Because of this, she’s never mad at him. When she is, he doesn’t take it personally. He doesn’t go to the yoga classes, but makes sure student’s know about them. He starts the chess club and during the whole year it’s a competition between Gideon’s team and Reid’s team. The students keep track of the bracket thats displayed in the cafeteria and take sides, creating a large yet fun divide in the school. The students ask all the teacher’s who’s side they’re on each year and create flyers to root for each team. It’s also partially a fund raiser for the school to have extracurricular activities. The teachers give extra credit to any of their students who’s rooting for the same team they are if that team wins. Gideon also attends all of the sports games and musical performances.

Officer Elle is school security and most of the students are nice to her. She makes sure to break shit up if a fight breaks out and firmly advises kids to not drink or do drugs. She has PSA assemblies twice a year about security and health. She’s chill and likes to chat with students. She’s basically a badass and makes sure to put kids in their place who deserve it. She also teases Morgan because they have a history in working in security together.

Assemblies:

There are four assemblies every semester. Three out the eight for the entire year, Strauss forces Reid to present. She’s totally unaware that he has the worst anxiety out of all of them (and if he told her she probably couldn’t have cared less and given bullshit excuses). The students eventually catch on that Reid din’t ask to present based off his shaking hands and wavering voice. They also see the looks the other teachers are giving Strauss, who is unaware. Reid bears through it though and Morgan comforts him afterwards as Strauss is giving the closing statement. The student’s support Reid as he’s talking and try to make him feel better. Morgan makes jokes at him to distract him and the class plays along with it. Two of the other assemblies are given by Elle, two others are given by Strauss, and one is given by Gideon. However there’s one unofficial assembly held every year by the students (teachers are invited except for Strauss). At the end of the year the students compile a video of pictures or videos of funny or iconic moments of things that happened to the students or teachers throughout the school year. This usually includes crackhead moments during free time in classes, a kid secretly recording Hotch as he’s trying to tell a dad joke, Morgan flirting with Reid in front of the whole class, Reid’s students dancing in a Tik Tok with Reid (followed by someone recording them creating the Tik Tok), the hype for the end of year chess tournament, the massive pranks pulled by the teachers and students on April Fools Day, everyone’s costumes during Halloween, and so much more. One student brings a popcorn machine. Garcia brings candy.

Specific events:

Morgan crashes Reid’s class multiple times a week. The students look forward to it, because all Morgan does is flirt. He’d spit out innuendos that are somehow related to what he’s teaching. It’s the worst in music class.

“You’re doing well with that fingering” “I’M PLAYING THE GUITAR”

“Hey Dr. Reid, how’s the blowing going?” Reid’s face burns red

“You really stroke the G well-” “GET OUT”

“For a drummer you don’t bang very well” *dodges drumstick*

One time Reid threw a white board eraser at him only to receive “damn you trying to rub me out?” which causes the class to roar.

The class goes crazy every time and someone is bound to be recording every time Morgan steps into the classroom. Morgan would also call Reid “pretty boy” on occasion and ruffle his hair, which Reid would fix right after. (Everyone knows he secretly loves it).

One day Reid gets his hair cut short with curls on top, but Morgan doesn’t find out till the next day. He also wore his glasses that day (which he does wear occasionally). The class started to silently freak as they filed in before the bell rang. When Morgan entered mid class his greeting of “Hey pretty boy” was cut short when he saw him. Morgan stood frozen for a good 30 seconds before Reid approached him (WAY too close) and says lowly “What we’re you saying?” Theres no response from Morgan, the class is trying to stay silent while going ape shit, everyones phones are out, it looks like their noses are about to touch when finally Reid steps away and asks the class “So, who can tell me the answer to number 6?” and just leaves Morgan there. The class tries to recover and when five minutes pass Reid looks back at Morgan (who hasn’t moved) and asks, “Hey Morgan, don’t you have a class to teach?” Finally Morgan snaps out of it and stutters “Uh.. yeah- I gotta... go,,” and leaves the classroom.

Spirit week is a riot.

It starts with Tropical day. Everyone dressed in a hawaiian shirt and wore a fake lei, even Hotch. Garcia gives out lei’s to everyone that doesn’t have one and Rossi gives extra credit to whoever dresses up that week.

Next is 50′s/Grease themed. Morgan went all out with his outfit, leather jacket and sunglasses included. Reid did not own a leather jacket, but he did grease his hair back and wore a white t-shirt which entertained his students. Hotch, along with his outfit, brought a comb and constantly combed through his hair throughout class. Garcia and JJ wore poodle skirts and JJ wore her hair in a high ponytail. Emily wore black leather pants, a polkadot shirt, and a red bandana in her hair with bright red lipstick. Rossi just wore his helmet from the Vietnam war, and when someone called him out, his excuse was the war started in the 50′s so it counts.

Next was Lazy Wednesday, and the students (and Morgan) didn’t know how much Reid in a hoodie could affect them. It got to the point where one of the students had to call out to Morgan “You’re drooling” which followed by laughter from the class. Emily wore her snuggie and JJ and Garcia wore matching Pokemon onesies. Half of the students were distracted because Hotch was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Thursday was Disney themed. Morgan was, of course, Prince Charming. Every time he entered a classroom he overacted dramatically. Garcia decided to match by being his Cinderella and had her hand kissed by Morgan every time they passed each other. Rossi’s students had a field day with his costume. He dressed up as the toy seller from Toy Story 2. He got Woody and Jessie toys from Hotch’s son, Jack, and he was constantly eating cheese puffs. Hotch melted everyones hearts by dressing as Kristoff and bringing in Jack who was dressed as Sven. Every girl and gay almost had a heart attack from Reid, who was dressed as Milo from Atlantis. But the winners in the students book were Emily, who dressed up as Flynn Rider, and JJ, who dressed up as Rapunzel. They hung out in the halls in between classes, Emily winking at everyone who walked by.

With the good days come the bad. One year, Reid started getting these horrible migraines. He wouldn’t tell anyone, however, and kept teaching. Even Morgan asked a couple times if he was okay. This lasted almost two weeks, and then Reid had to lead an assembly that Friday. The migraines on top of his rising panic attack while he spoke to the students made him feel worse. He started to stutter and feel lightheaded, but Strauss said nothing. Morgan managed to hold on to him and finally told Garcia to take him into the hall. Thankfully Hotch stepped in and continued the assembly like he was presenting the whole time. After it was over, Morgan chewed out Strauss to the point where Emily had to hold him back. The students were confused as to what happened and theories started to spread as school let out. Morgan went straight to Reid who was sitting in a dark empty classroom with Garcia. Reid finally told him about his migraines and Morgan insisted taking him to the ER. The speculations grew when students saw Morgan leading Reid to his car with their arms around each other for support as they walked, Morgan comforting him on the way to the car.

One day, Reid had a doctors appointment for the latter half of the day, so he asked JJ to sub his music theory class. Only, Morgan didn’t know. There was a small hall that led into the big music room, so when Morgan entered, he couldn’t see JJ from where he was. He thought he was sneaking up on Reid, putting his finger to his mouth at the students who saw him sneaking. Finally he walked out to greet who he thought was Reid with “Is that something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” He froze when he saw JJ staring back with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. He saw the class was recording him and shook his head while saying “I will get you back for this.” As he walked out defeated, JJ called after him, “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you about his doctor’s appointment.” which earned a middle finger from Morgan which JJ couldn’t see from where she was standing. This definitely ended up in the end of year slideshow and it was the first time Reid saw the video. He counted that as a victory.

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crowdedimagines · 4 years ago

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Leaked Pt. 2 - Harry Styles

PART ONE

Harry and I follow Gemma back into the house. I cross my arms over my chest, fighting the chill from outside that seems to linger in my bones now. We take a seat back at the table, everyone seems to be stressed and tired of talking, I don’t blame them. I’m thankful Harry and I got a break from it.

“Alright, so we were able to detect what they had access to and what was downloaded from the online server.” Andrew, whose name I learned, says looking at both Harry and I to explain.

“So what else did they get?” Harry questions, he sits up a little straighter in his chair.

“It looks like they also had access to some audio files.”

“Audio files?”

“What? The studio version of medicine?” I tease, assuming that whatever it was can’t be too bad. Harry’s had songs leak before, even if it’s something that ended up being scrapped it can’t be the end of the world. It can’t be as bad as a leaked image of us across twitter.

“No, it looks like they only took several files dated July 15th of 2019.”

“July 15th?” I raise my brows.

“What happened-” Harry starts to question the significance, but it instantly clicks for me. All of the humor and lightheartedness I had is knocked right out of me.

“Fuck-” I pull my hair back over my shoulder. The chill that clung to my bones is gone now, now I can feel myself break out into a sweat. Harry turns to look at me and as soon as our eyes meet I can tell that it’s clicked for him as well.

“It’s our song” Harry states, his voice so quiet that I’m sure not everyone in the room caught it. His voice is soft and low, barely registering.

“Your song?” Anne prompts, her face full of concern as she notice’s the color that’s completely drained from our faces.

“Can we clear out the room for a few minutes?” Harry asks, he takes his hand in mine and nods for Anne and Gemma to fill the seats that have now been vacated.

“Can I?” Harry looks at me for permission before continuing. I give him a soft smile and nod, at this point I’m glad they’ll know. I’d rather they know than the whole world.

“July 15th was the day Y/n and I got back from the hospital.” Harry swallows, “The day before Y/n had suffered a miscarrige.”

The silence in the room is louder than I could’ve expected. Gemma and Anne look at each other, obviously shocked before turning their attention back to us. Their expressions seem just as solemn now.

“So the audio file is?” Gemma looks between us confused.

“So together we wrote a song for our daughter.” I nod, tears slipping without being able to stop them.

“It was really therapeutic, I think we both sobbed through practically the whole thing.” He looks to me and I just nod and agree. Harry’s hand still hasn’t left mine.

“I’m sorry that you guys had to find out this way.” I pull my head up to finally make eye contact. Tears are still slowly streaming, but I’m able to blink past them, “We had been so excited to tell you guys that we were expecting and it was only a few weeks after that we had already lost her.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Anne says, her eyes filling up with tears of her own at this point.

“So this was right before you guys broke up.” Gemma realizes, “Is that-?”

She doesn’t seem to be able to finish her own thought. The air in the room is a little too heavy. If I wasn’t drained before, I am now.

“Partly.” Harry nods.

“It wasn’t a lie that the stress of always being apart tore us apart, but going through something like that and then having to fly across the world. We didn’t get to heal from that together, and it ruined our relationship.”

Third Person POV

Slowly the group makes their way back in. Harry makes it very clear to all of them that they need to do everything in their power to stop that audio file from seeing the light of day. It crushed him to see the defeated look on Y/n’s face. She looks exhausted. Harry can’t pull his eyes from her saddened face every couple of seconds. The last thing he wants is for her to feel emotionally exposed as well as physically.

“Y/n, why don’t we go off to bed.” Anne gets up from her spot and places a gentle hand on the younger girl's shoulder. She only nods and lets Anne lead her up stairs. No one else at the table comments, no one dares. Harry’s eyes follow her as Anne wraps an arm around her shoulder and they walk up the stairs.

Anne leads her to Harry’s room, knowing that she was bound to stay there after everything that’s happened today. No one can blame her for being so tired, it was only a few hours ago that she landed. She’s had her body exposed to the world and now there’s the potential for one of the most intimate parts of her to be exposed as well. Today has been the day from hell for Y/n.

Y/n changes into one of Harry’s shirts and tucks herself in under the covers. It’s been over a year since she’s been in this bed. Anne comes back in to check on her, noticing her eyelids are falling heavy as they talk.

Anne curls up in the sitting chair on the other side of the master bedroom. It doesn’t feel right to leave her alone right now in this state and she doesn’t exactly feel like participating in the conversations downstairs anymore. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth hearing people speak so casually over something so personal.

It’s a few hours later when Harry makes his way upstairs and he’s surprised to see either of them in his room. He looks like the definition of exhausted. His mom looks up from her book and glances over to see that Y/n is still asleep.

“Is she alright?” Harry asks, looking at the girl curled up in his bed.

“She will be.” Anne sets down the book. She pulls the blanket off of her shoulders and folds it up neatly.

“Did you guys get anything decided?” Anne questions, making her way over to her son by the door.

“Yeah, Jordan and Jeff both agree that it might be in our best interest to release a statement. If it gets out we’ll obviously need to address it. They want to talk it over again tomorrow morning once Y/n is feeling a bit better.”

“Sounds great, love.” Anne presses a soft kiss to his cheek before letting herself out.

Harry breaks his stare on the love of his life so he can get ready for bed himself. He brushes his teeth and does his night routine as quietly as he can. From what he remembers, it always used to wake Y/n up anyway, but she’s exhausted.

He finally finishes up and hovers over his side of the bed, unsure if he should cross that line. Sure she’s laying in his bed, but that doesn’t mean it’s an open invitation for them to share the bed.

“Just get in already.” Her voice surprises Harry. Her eyes didn’t even flinch to open. Harry doesn’t need to be told twice, he slides in on his side.

“What are we going to tell the fans?” Her voice a soft echo in the silence.

Harry lets out a long sigh, moving to lay on his back.

“I don’t know. How much do we want them to know? Neither of us have ever let the fans in like this before.”

“But aren’t they going to figure it out anyway? We know that they’re smart, and our lyrics were hardly veiled.”

“I think I would rather tell them. If we can’t stop it from getting out there, I would want to avoid as many conspiracy theories as possible. How do you feel about it?”

Y/n reaches out her hand to connect it with Harry’s. His head snaps over to look at her and she’s staring down at where her fingers fiddle with his rings.

“I feel comfortable with that. The whole world is going to know now.”

His words fill the silence, Y/n only letting out a sigh in response.

“I should call my parents and let them know. Y/S/N too. They deserve to know before the story breaks.”

Y/n shifts back onto her side facing away from him, letting Harry’s hand drop in the process. He turns to his side, facing the same direction as her. She turns back, looking over her shoulder towards him.

“Thank you.” Her voice a soft whisper, her eyes meeting his after glancing over his bare chest.

“What for?” He clears his throat, his voice catching from speaking so softly.

“For being you Harry. For being understanding and loving in spite of everything.” She turns back to rest her head back on the pillow, “I don’t think there’s anyone else I would want to have to go through this with.”

Harry scoots closer, he hovers his arm over her waist before settling it when there weren’t any protests. Y/n places her hand on top of his, holding it securely against her.

“I will always love you, Y/n. I wish we didn’t have to go through this, but I’m glad to have you too.”

Those are the last words they exchange that night.

Y/n’s POV

The sun is rising, alerting me that I need to get up and get ready. I manage to snake my way out of Harry’s grasp before he can wake up as well. I make my way to the bathroom and take a long shower.

“Jordan brought in your suitcase last night.” Harry informs.

“Oh, great. Thank you!”

He simply nods before going into the bathroom himself to get ready for the morning. I wrap the towel a little tighter around my body and quickly make my way downstairs to grab my bag. By the time I get back to Harry’s room I can hear the water running in the shower. It gives me enough time to get dressed and escape down to the kitchen before he exits.

“Good morning!” Anne smiles from her spot at the stove.

“Morning.” I smile, I take a seat next to a sleepy Gemma.

“This coffee isn’t even helping.” Gemma groans, throwing her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes.

“That’s because Mum made it.” Harry says as he walks in with a wet head, “Have Y/n make the next batch. That’ll surely get you wide awake.”

“Sounds like an excuse to get my world famous coffee if you ask me.” I eye him with a smile.

“You caught me, love.” He grabs plates for everyone and starts setting the table, noticing his mother is getting close to being done with all the food. I tap Gemma softly on the shoulder so I can get up and make a new pot of coffee. Harry always used to tell me my coffee was his favorite, it always packed a punch.

We all settle at the table, Harry with a large mug of the hot coffee.

“Anne, everything looks wonderful.” I smile looking over everything she’s prepared.

“Thank you.” She grins.

We all dig in, too hungry to prolong it anymore.

“What time is everyone getting here?” I ask, mainly waiting for Harry to answer.

“Within the hour.”

“Have you guys decided what you’re going to do?” Gemma sets down her fork to look at the both of us, prompting me to turn and look at Harry.

“We’re going to tell the fans. We want them to hear it from us, take away the power from the person who hacked my phone.” Harry explains.

“Yeah, that reminds me. I need to call my parents.” I dab the corners of the mouth with a napkin before excusing myself.

Harry’s POV

I watch as Y/n leaves the room to make the call privately.

“So, how is she?” Anne asks, focusing on me.

“With all things considered, I think she’s doing alright.” I take a sip of the coffee that’s still warm, “We both agreed that we’re going to tell the fans today. Clarify a few things.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Gemma nods.

“Me too. It’s nice having her here again.” My mum smiles looking at me.

“Mum, don’t go there.” I warn.

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” She defends, “I just said it’s nice.”

“She’s right.” Gemma chimes in, “Y/n has always been our favorite. We all know that your story with her is far from over.”

I simply shake my head, knowing better than to argue with these two. It’s a short while later Y/n makes a reappearance, her eye’s red and puffy.

“Alright, everyone’s in the know.” She sighs.

Right on que there’s a knock on the door. I’m sure it’s just starting that our teams are showing up. Ready to start a new day.

“Alright, so Harry said that you guys agreed on putting out a statement. We can get started on that today. We need to decide how we want to do it, we have a few options.” Jordan explains, “We can type up a statement from both of you and release it on social media or if you guys wanted to say something.”

“Like a video?” Y/n asks.

“Exactly. It’s totally up to you guys, it’s a matter of preference.” Jeff cuts in, “Sometimes it's a little more comfortable to do it that way so you can say exactly what you want and people can hear your tone, but at the same time it’s a lot more personal this way.”

“What do you want to do?” Y/n suddenly turns to get my opinion.

“I’m fine with either-”

“C’mon, what’s your head saying.” She has a soft knowing smile on her face. I smile back at her because how could I not.

“I think that if we’re coming clean and trying to be honest about things, it could be good to have it actually coming from our mouths.”

“I agree.” She turns back to look at Jordan and Jeff, “So how exactly do we go about that?”

“So we’ll start by-”

Jeff stops speaking as his phone buzzes, he glances down quickly and his eyes widen for a second. Whatever it is it’s enough to have completely captured his attention.

“What is it?” I ask, I start spinning one of my rings subconsciously. It takes what feels like minutes of pure silence, but in actuality it’s only a few seconds for him to answer.

“The audio file is out.”

Fuck.

i’m sorry for all the switching of POVs but that’s the best way i felt I could communicate how i wanted things to go.

PART 3?!?! how are we feeling? mini series?

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles

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buoyantsaturn · 3 years ago

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megamind type beat (1/1)

warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

summary: If Nico asked, Will might even let the world fall to ashes around them.

word count: 2025

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Will Solace was a little bit in love with Nico di Angelo.

Everything about Nico was perfect in Will’s eyes, despite how opposite the two of them were. While Will was incredibly extroverted, Nico was quiet and reserved, though when the two of them were alone, Nico would light up - and sometimes, it was difficult to get him to shut up once he got excited. The two of them already spent almost every waking hour together, but Will would make it more in a heartbeat if he could.

If Nico asked, Will might even let the world fall to ashes around them.

Nico knew more about Will than anybody in the world, though there was one secret Will had never been able to share, no matter how much he wished he could, and that was the truth about Will’s identity.

He knew nothing about Will’s superpowers, or the high-tech weapons that Will kept locked away but always nearby in case of a supervillain-sized emergency. It was the only thing that Will had ever kept from Nico, but every day Will felt like Nico never really knew the real him.

And, okay, he’d never told Nico how he felt about him, either.

Will never wanted to risk ruining their friendship over a dumb crush (which was how it started, but now Will really was fully head-over-heels in love with Nico), especially when Nico didn’t really seem to have many other friends, so Will had never acted on his feelings.

It didn’t help that, just about every time that he did plan some way to confess, the world would start falling down around them. And, of course, it was Will’s job to fix that.

As Solar Flare, Will was the perfect hero to fight Nightmare, a villain who only attacked the city at its darkest times, both physically and emotionally. He had confessed to Solar Flare once that he often waited until the city was at its weakest, late at night or after some kind of tragedy, because it would be easier to cause mass chaos and destruction. Will sometimes wondered if Nightmare caused those tragedies as a setup for the next night’s evil plan.

Will had been on his way to surprise Nico with pizza and video games when he heard the city’s siren go off. It was one that had formerly been used to warn about incoming tornadoes, but now was recognized to mean supervillains are attacking, take cover. Will had hastily handed off his box of pizza to a homeless man on the nearest corner before ducking into an alleyway to change into his bright white-and-yellow spandex suit. (Why did heroes always have to wear spandex? There was never any padding in those things, and he bruised like a peach.)

Will had appreciated the quietness of the last week - he’d gotten to spend plenty of time with Nico and caught up on some of the homework from his community college classes (because he couldn’t rely on a superhero’s salary forever) - though he’d been getting antsy about his next fight with Nightmare. He could feel that the other had had something cooking for sometime, and Will had a few new weapons he wanted to try out, as well.

He caught up with Nightmare in the middle of Central Park; it hadn’t been difficult to trace the pained screaming back to that spot. The villain’s clothes were always black as night, likely to make it easier for him to move around undetected in the darkness, and his head was surrounded by something similar to a solid black motorcycle helmet. When Will had first seen it, it had reminded him of Daft Punk - though mentioning that had gotten him shot with some kind of laser-ice-beam gun that left him with a minor case of frostbite in the middle of summer. Will was certain that the inside of that helmet was full of computer screens, similar to how Iron Man’s helmet looked in the movies.

Will tried to sneak up on him, but his helmet must’ve gotten an upgrade recently - new sensors, or maybe a backup camera - because that creepy, auto-tuned voice that the helmet produced announced, “You’re late to the party, Lampshade Man.”

Will huffed. “It’s Solar Flare, and you know that.”

“Sure,” Nightmare replied, “but you’re cute when you pout like that.”

Will blinked, thrown off guard for just a second, though it wasn’t long enough for Nightmare to spin around and shoot him with some kind of stun gun. Will avoided the shot easily, and charged forward in an attempt to tackle Nightmare, though the other seemingly vanished into thin air before appearing again a few feet away.

“What’s the plan, Nightmare?” Will demanded, staying on his toes but knowing that this game of cat and mouse would only tire himself out.

“I could ask you the same question,” he replied. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

He had, actually, but he’d wanted a confirmation. He’d stayed up too late after too many fights, piecing together little bits of information here and there until the wall of his bedroom looked like a total conspiracy theory board. Some of the weapons Nightmare had been testing, some of the things he’d mentioned from his past in his evil monologuing, it was all leading up to one thing. A machine that could suck the soul out of a person in order to bring someone back to life. The only thing Will couldn’t figure out was why.

His mind jumped back to Nico, as it so often did. How he’d mentioned the loss of a sister, and how he would do anything to bring her back, if only he’d had the power. It had broken Will’s heart at the time, and now, seeing Nightmare trying to do something similar, Will was filled with rage.

“You can’t play God,” Will told him, his voice shaking with anger. “Everybody loses somebody important, and there’s nothing you can do to bring them back. All you’re going to do is hurt innocent people, and make others feel the same pain of losing a loved one. Now, destroy your machine, or I’ll be forced to do it for you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Nightmare said, holding up a remote and hitting one of the buttons. Suddenly, the screaming around them amplified as more people succumbed to what must have been a horrible pain. Will glanced around, trying to locate some sort of central point, though the noise was echoing all around them.

“What are you doing to them?” Will demanded, his eyes searching for Nightmare, though he only saw subtle flashes in the dark - the villain was taunting him, moving just too fast for Will to see.

“Draining the life out of them, of course,” Nightmare said, suddenly right behind him, and Will barely had a second to whip around and attack. Normally, he would aim for the head to incapacitate his enemy - a bank robber, or some drunk trying to start a street brawl - but the helmet prevented Nightmare from taking damage that way, so Will aimed for the stomach instead.

Luckily for him, it appeared that villains were a part of the spandex curse as well, because Nightmare had nothing to cushion the impact of Will’s elbow into his gut. Nightmare groaned from the hit, curling inward and allowing Will the time to spin around and continue his assault.

He’d never gotten close enough to touch Nightmare - always fighting with ranged weapons at a distance - but now that he could, he hardly believed that there was really a person inside Nightmare’s suit. His body was so cold to the touch, and whenever Will tried to grasp at an arm or a leg, his hand almost seemed to pass through him before finding purchase.

And Nightmare, it seemed, was better at hand-to-hand combat than he was with a weapon. Despite being smaller in stature, he nearly overpowered Will more than a few times, leaving Will to resort to reaching for a weapon for what he hoped was the last time.

He could end it all - he finally had Nightmare in his grasp, and he could finish him. Will could go back to fighting petty crime and spending his nights on the couch beside Nico, stuffing himself full of junk food and bingeing movies. He could get his life back, and all it would cost was him taking the life of someone else.

Wasn’t that what this was leading up to all along?

Will pulled a small, golden dagger from his belt and lodged it between Nightmare’s ribs, feeling the other man suddenly solidify, hearing him gasp through the strange auto-tuned effect, and then he collapsed, the remote falling out of his hand as he did so.

Will lunged for the remote. He couldn’t see it very well in the dark, but there were only a few buttons, so one of them had to be off. He jammed at each button until the screaming around them started to die down, no longer cries of active pain but of a slowly fading injury, shouts of fear and shouts for help.

Will would check on all of them soon. First, he needed to unmask his long-time enemy.

He could hear Nightmare’s pained breathing being projected through his helmet, though his breaths were shallow. Will could barely see any movement of his chest in the distant glow of the streetlight, though he saw the shine of blood pouring from the knife wound in his chest. Will knelt beside him and reached for the helmet, tugging it off without trying to cause any more unnecessary injury, and the object nearly slipped between his fingers when Will’s eyes landed on the face he revealed.

He tossed the helmet aside, bending down to get a closer look and brushing the hair out of the other man’s face and there was Nico, his Nico, the love of his life with a knife wound in his chest, Will’s knife sticking out of his chest, and Will couldn’t breathe.

“No,” Will choked, forgetting everything he learned from his CPR training and pulling Nico’s head to rest on his lap as tears started to streak down his face. “No, this can’t be happening. You can’t be--”

“Will,” Nico croaked, and Will’s heart stopped, but no, Nico wasn’t looking at him - he was looking past Will. He wasn’t about to beg Will for mercy, or plead for his life, or demand to know why his best friend had done this to him. He was calling, reaching out for some sense of comfort in the end, and Will felt himself sob.

“I’m right here,” Will whispered, reaching to apply pressure to the wound without jostling the knife, though Nico still grimaced in pain. “Sorry, I’m sorry. Nico,” he cried, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I would never-- I love you, Nico, and help is on the way, okay? I’ll save you - I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

“Will,” Nico tried again, and the movement of his tongue pushed a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth, “hurts.”

“I know,” Will replied, his vision clouding with tears. “Don’t talk, Nico. Save your strength. You’ll be okay.”

“Can’t--” Nico wheezed, and coughed, and choked.

“Nico,” Will said, louder than before, begging for his attention. “Nico, look at me.”

Nico’s eyes rolled back, and his head tipped to follow. Will patted his cheek, trying to wake him up once more, though all he did was smear Nico’s face with his own blood.

“No, no, no,” Will choked, curling forward to press his forehead to Nico’s. “I’m sorry, Nico, please, I’ll do anything!”

Nico didn’t move. He didn’t breathe.

Will lowered him back to the ground, and felt his hand hit something as it slid out from underneath Nico’s head.

The remote.

The remote to the machine Nico had created to bring his sister back to life. The remote that, at the cost of one other human life - or more, Will didn’t actually know - could bring Nico back to him.

Could Will bring himself to make that sacrifice?

His thumb hovered over the buttons.

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50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 20. Washing their back/hair in the shower.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,662 words

Warning: Implied/referenced murder

[A/N: No shower, just sticking Five’s head underneath a sink faucet. Also Villain!AU :)]

It really was too bad.

You had liked Elliott – honestly, you did, and you don’t like a lot of people. Sure, he was ridiculously paranoid, and his Jell-O molds boasted flavors that could alter the timeline all by themselves. But he had been a nice man, a harmless man, and you don’t like killing nice, harmless men unless you have to. Personally, anyway.

If only he had been cooperative for a few more hours …!

“What a shame,” you murmur, tucking the last corner of the blanket underneath his head. At least taking a bullet to the heart was almost as quick as being incinerated by a nuclear missile. Somewhat. In any case, you think to yourself as you stand up, he’s as good as gone; Diego and Luther will probably want to bury him once they get back. Societal convention, and all that.

“Anybody still here?”

(Speak of the devils and they will appear –)

“In here,” you call out, smoothing out your clothes and hurrying into the kitchen before the two brothers – mainly Diego – can make their own conclusions about the living room. As expected, they greet you with suspicious frowns as you come to a stop in front of them.

“What’s going on?” Diego demands.

��Hello to you, too,” you reply lightly. The man only narrows his eyes, and you scratch the back of your head, absently wondering if he does, in fact, like you enough not to turn you into a knife block. “So … things got a bit out of hand with Elliott while you guys were out.”

“What do you mean?” Luther asks.

You shrug. “I had no choice.”

“No choice?”

Diego’s jaw clenches, and he pushes past you towards the living room. “What did you do to him?”

“What he would’ve done to me if I hadn’t shot him first,” you reply evenly. You linger on the boundary between the kitchen and the living room, staying a respectful distance away as they stare down at the covered body. “If it makes it any better, it was quick. I didn’t torture him or anything like that. Not that I know how to.”

“Lucky for him,” Diego retorts. Nevertheless, his expression is calmer that you thought it’d be, and it puts you less on edge. It’s obvious that he’s still upset about it, however. “At least he didn’t suffer too much.”

“Yeah. He didn’t have much time left, anyway.”

The two brothers nod reluctantly, glancing at each other and then down at the body. You cross your arms, fingers brushing the hand-sized weapon just above your hip as Diego turns and bumps past you towards the door again. Probably to find a shovel. Luther, the big old softie, lifts Elliott from the red-leather sofa where you had wrapped him up.

He moves toward the front door as well but stops in front of you, uncertain. “You wanna …?” he starts, motioning the body towards you slightly.

You shake your head. “You two should do it. I already did my part.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know you got along with him pretty well, and –”

You cut his rambling off with a pat to the back, ushering him along – if you look at the Elliott-shaped cargo in his arms any longer, you might actually start feeling guilty. “I’m one hundred percent positive. Just hurry up, yeah?”

He blinks down at you, then nods. “Okay. Just – come down if you change your mind.”

“Sure thing.”

With that, the hulk of a man wanders away with Elliott, and you walk over to the now vacant couch. Sitting down, you press your palms down into the leather. Is it still slightly warm? You resist the thought of standing back up and lean into the backrest instead. Jesus, you’re getting soft. He was expendable. There’s a thousand more Elliotts out there in a thousand more timelines, anyway.

Inhaling deeply, you take your pistol out. The barrel has, of course, cooled down by now, and you inspect it with careful fingers. But before you can take aim at one of the UFOs tacked onto the far wall, you hear a sound downstairs.

“Five?”

His footsteps are nimbler than usual as he climbs up the stairs. You put the pistol down and push yourself out of your seat, blinking in surprise as the teenage, bloodstained face of your partner comes into view. Everything about him is bloodstained, actually.

Save for the black suitcase gripped like a lifeline in his hand.

“So that’s where you disappeared to?” you exclaim, immediately taking the suitcase from Five and placing it on the coffee table as you shepherd him to the bathroom. “A killing spree without me? I had to settle for the conspiracy man.”

“You did it already?”

“It was in self-defense.”

Five scoffs lightly, shedding his jacket and leaving it on a chair as the two of you walk through the kitchen. “I’m sure it was.”

“It’s true! I mean –” pushing the bathroom door open, you consider, “fine, I got a little stir crazy while everyone was gone. But I didn’t think he’d pull the rifle on me.” You turn on the sink and feel the water run through your fingers, cold and then warm. Perfect. “But enough about me. Whose blood did you bathe in?”

Five loosens his tie. “The board’s,” he tells you.

He keeps his expression professional, but there’s no mistaking the pride just begging to surface in his tone. You raise an eyebrow and hum, tugging him closer to the sink by his tie.

“Impressive. But there’s more, isn’t there?” you guess, trying not to sound like an eager child. Your eyes rove over his profile. “Here, let me wash your hair. It’s getting crusty.”

He rolls his eyes but leans over the sink nevertheless, grunting a bit when you push his head underneath the faucet. Pink water streams down onto the white porcelain and into the drain. As you lather up a bar of soap and begin scrubbing his hair, he speaks, his voice somewhat muffled by the lip of the sink. “I offed the Handler, if that’s what you’re asking.”

A grin spreads across your face. You rinse the last of the bubbles from Five’s hair. “It was.”

“You sound happy.”

“I’m ecstatic.” Running your fingers over his hair one last time, you force your hand off to grab a towel. “Almost everything’s in place now, isn’t it?”

“All there’s left to do is reset the suitcase, have Vanya blow up something next to JFK, and then all of us can head to Commission headquarters.” Removing his head from underneath the faucet, Five holds out a hand and you place the towel in it. “Smooth sailing from there.”

“Well, I do love a good boat ride.”

He huffs out a chuckle as he finishes drying his hair, running the towel under the water again. Your heart turns soft and goopy when his eyes dart to meet yours knowingly, just for a split second, before he wrings the towel out to wipe the blood from his face.

It’s a moment you’d like to savor a little longer, but the image of the suitcase in the living room inevitably shakes you out of it.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it while I work on resetting the suitcase,” you tell him. “Shouldn’t take too long – ten minutes or so. I hope all of your siblings are back by then.”

“Highly doubt it,” you hear him mutter as you head out the door, and you don’t bother to hide a snort. Each one of the Hargreeves – Five included, even though he often acts like he’s above it – has a fondness for wreaking their own special kind of havoc on each timeline. Might as well have some fun before pulling the plug on humanity, after all. Burn your name into the book before it closes.

You slip into Elliott’s bedroom to grab a hangar, then head over to the living room. The suitcase sits innocently where you had left it; you carefully undo the latches and open the case just enough to sneak the hook in. Each one of this particular model has a sweet spot – and you could find it in your sleep. You had helped design the damn thing, after all. Not that your contributions were ever appreciated.

No, Dr. Geraldine Tynnsdale had to be a “true kindred spirit with the vision of the Commission” for the past twenty-five years.

Taking credit for everything.

After some careful prodding, you feel a satisfying click.

“There we go,” you praise the suitcase, withdrawing the hangar and popping the lid open. A sense of adoration fills your chest, replacing your feelings of malice as you stare at the familiar array of knobs and buttons. Beautiful. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”

Just as you thought, it takes less than ten minutes to get everything in order. The bathroom door unlocks just as you finish inputting the coordinates for headquarters, and you look up at Five (who’s now sporting a freshly cleaned uniform, at least for the visible bloodstains) with a self-satisfied smile as he approaches the sofa. Overwhelming pride for a job well done fills your bones; you had missed your projects dearly these past two weeks.

“Ready?” He tilts his head contentedly, hands in his pockets.

“Ready,” you echo, standing up. “I suppose we’ll have to round up your siblings now.”

The flat look on Five’s face makes you snort again, and you pick up the suitcase while placing your other hand in the crook of his elbow, escorting the two of you towards the back door where Luther and Diego had gone.

Soon, you think, you’ll be free. Free to do whatever you like, make whatever you like, with Five at your side and no one to answer to but yourself.

A smile graces your face as you squeeze Five’s arm. Whoever said that happy endings don’t exist for people like you?

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