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[miserye]

man i usually avoid manga adaptations for manga's i've read like the plague but they did the apothecary diaries so good i'm like actually losing my mind

[moonstruckme]

Hiii!! Im really obsessed with your camp counsellor!james ,,, do you think you could do like a follow up of the previous one where they go to the bonfire tgt?? Love your writing and have a good day 🫶

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! You have a good day too <3

cw: alcohol

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 897 words

James doesn’t know how much of your closeness to blame on booze. 

It feels a bit silly to be so loose and laughy at nine pm, but he and the other counselors only have until ten thirty before the kids get out of their movie night. James suspects some of them are going to have to take a quick dunk in the lake before they rejoin their campers. 

You’re not the least squiffy there, having had exactly as many beers as James but without the large frame to support them. You’re sitting close enough that your thigh is pressed to his on the wooden log, and when you gesture your arm brushes his bicep with every movement. 

“No, no,” you’re saying, laughter ringing in your tone, “James is the kids’ favorite. No contest.” 

“Ava’s cabin is huge, though,” another counselor argues. “She’s got kids that come back just to see her every year.” 

“Yeah, but it’s only James’ first year.” You don’t catch the bit of pique in the more seasoned counselor’s voice, defending your stance lightly. James, roasting marshmallows for the both of you, keeps his mouth shut. “If he comes back next year, he’d have kids fighting over his cabin for sure.” 

“I could never handle as many kids as Ava does, though,” James says, pulling the flaming marshmallows away from the fire and blowing them out. “Here, lovely, do you have your stuff ready?” 

The distraction works. You hold up your graham crackers and chocolate eagerly, capturing a marshmallow between them and pulling it off the stick. 

“Can’t believe you’re one of those people who just burns the whole thing,” you say. “I expected better from you, James.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were being beggars and choosers tonight.” He glances over as he readies his own s’more supplies, and you’re grinning, your eyes crackling with amusement and something else. “How do you like them done?” 

“I take my time with it, so the outsides are brown but the insides are all melted.” You take a bite, not seeming too displeased despite the subpar quality of his marshmallow roast. “It’s like a brûlée.” 

A laugh trips off James’ tongue. “Oh, it’s like a brûlée, is it? Fancy.” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, polishing off your s’more quickly. James tries not to look too obviously pleased when your head drops to his shoulder. 

He holds his s’more away from your hair, turning towards you to say lowly, “I appreciate the compliments, but you’re gonna get me in trouble. Some of the other counselors have been coming here for years.” 

You make a breathy sound of amusement. “I’m just telling the truth. Look at this.” 

You reach down and take his forearm in your hand. Warmth seems to emanate from your touch. James lets you bring his wrist up to eye level. 

“Basically every kid at camp wanted to make you a friendship bracelet,” you say before letting his arm drop. It lands in the crease between your thigh and James’. “They all love you.” 

Your head moves, face tipping back to look at him. You look really pretty. It’s hardly the first time James has noticed tonight, and certainly not unusual for you, but the firelight plays soft over your features and you’re smiling more than usual so he’s having an especially difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Especially when you look at him like this, all sweet and happy with the light from the bonfire glancing across your eyes and your cheek squished into his shoulder. The sight of you makes James’ stomach ache. 

“You’re everybody’s favorite,” you murmur.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct thrum. You’re so close James can count your eyelashes, can feel your warm breath hitting his chin. If he were to kiss you, he knows you’d taste like graham crackers and chocolate and marshmallows roasted not quite the way you like them. Maybe his lips would still be a little sticky with the same, unwilling to let you go. 

James really wants to kiss you. 

You take in a soft, quick inhale, and then your face turns back the way it was, looking towards the bonfire instead of up at him. 

“That’s how I know no one will get mad at you,” you say. “You’re too easy to love.” 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he replies. He reaches across you to finger the set of bracelets on your own wrist. “And maybe yourself not enough.” 

You make a dismissive sound, nudging James with your elbow. “You’re going to have to bring yours with you if you come back next year. If the kids see you without them, it’ll break their little hearts.” 

“Oh, I’m never taking these things off. Five hundred years from now, someone could dig up my grave and they’d just find a pile of bones and a bunch of string bracelets.” 

Your body shakes against his as you laugh. The sound of it is as bright and clear as the stars above your heads, and in James’ opinion thrice as lovely. 

“I’d be surprised if they last that long,” you say. “Hopefully they’re not the only thing you have to remember this place by.” 

James still wants to kiss you terribly. He appeases the urge by dropping his lips to your head. “No, I’m not worried about that.”

[kentopedia]

𝓭𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 !

the ghost of you: atsushi suspects something is off about dazai. he meets you and everything falls into place

sleepy cuddles

love sick (gn!reader): dazai is nervous to tell you he loves you.

color me blue: mori reveals dazai's true nature as a mentor to akutagawa.

sent to destroy: he promises he's not the devil, but he steals your soul with just a kiss ⋆⋆⋆

bleeding me dry (ONGOING!): it's been decades since you've last seen dazai; your lover & your maker. now that you're finally happy, he's haunting you again with a thousand buried memories ⋆⋆⋆

𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 !

i miss when we first met: you'd always been in love with dazai, but you started to doubt that he'd ever cared for you in return. chuuya, though, had never shown you anything but true affection. ⋆⋆⋆

dating port mafia boss dazai

shining like gunmetal: dazai comes home late, covered in someone else’s blood

his parliament’s on fire: every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s ⋆⋆⋆

by any other name: dazai comes home after a week away, and you stay up late to surprise him with a gift.

running into the sun: you wonder if dazai ever takes a break away from the port mafia

dazai drabbles masterlist (for more of dazai!) ᰔ

𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 !

please come home for christmas: higuchi throws a port mafia christmas party, but you and chuuya are in the middle of an argument.

sleepy cuddles (gn!reader)

sweet serial killer: chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes. ⋆⋆⋆

𝓯𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓮𝓿𝓼𝓴𝔂 !

cold embrace / provenance: you buy a two hundred year old house with a two hundred year old painting hanging above the mantel. it's not the only thing the previous owner left behind.

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲 !

nightly rituals [dazai + chuuya + sigma + ranpo + fyodor]

seeds of doubt: they comfort you when you feel like you’re not good enough for them [dazai + chuuya + fyodor]

safeguard: they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy [chuuya + pm boss!dazai + akutagawa]

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Nayeon x Male Reader - “Is There Someone Else?”

Surprise, surprise! This is my first full smut work that I will only be posting here in my Tumblr account knowing how strict Wattpad is currently with mature contents like this. I hope yall like this especially those readers of mine who are familiar enough reading smutty fanfic works. However, I wouldn’t consider this being my first time to attempt writing such completely out of my usual only fluffy/angsty one-shots formula and challenge myself on creating something different as I already did it with my other fic titled “Catching Feelings” ft. TWICE Jihyo from the Set 5 line-up of my TWICE: Book Of One-Shots X Reader book (look it up on my masterlist) although that is mainly fluff and the smut is only very short but please understood me if yall might find this boring since I’m still a beginner. Enjoy reading and have a nice day everyone! (A/N: This is inspired from the song "Is There Someone Else?" by one of my all time favorite artists The Weeknd from his awesome album ‘Dawn FM’.) WARNING: Contains mature R+18 content.

The cold, silent night just reached the 9:00 PM mark. You were sitting in the couch, legs crossed and sporting a strict demeanor staring at the door, waiting for your girlfriend who just knocked and made her way inside by opening it.

"I'm home." She said as she saw your figure already prepared to welcome her as she entered the house. Nayeon didn't even bother to notice at your strange aura at first, not until when she removed her shoes and shoulder bag off her body.

"Where did you go?" You asked her in a monotonous tone.

"I went out with friends, why?" She asked you while raising her brow.

"Plural. You sure there's more than you and whoever guy it may be that you're with earlier?" Now your arms crossed and glared at her weakly, shifting your presence to an authorative image.

"Jihyo and Jeongyeon were also with me and Junghee when we went strolling at the mall." She clarified, but that didn't satisfied you enough. You have another plan in mind to play with your rules, to ensure her glory of you believing her words.

"Oh okay then. But I assume that despite they are around, he's still stuck on your side through most of the time; isn't it?"

"YN, where are we heading with this? A-are you suspecting me?" She questioned confusingly, her brows are now knitted to one another.

"You won't answer my question?" You didn't responded to her own concern, throwing back the same treatment to her. Standing up from the couch that shortly became uncomfortable for the first time as you're facing her with all these worrying what ifs in your head, you slowly trailed across her.

"YN?"

Towering at her frame, inches close against each other; you pursed your head in her collar and sniffed. "I won't mind not receiving any answers from you, I already can tell it anyway based from his smell lingering your clothes.", you said; mentioning that familiar expensive perfume only suitable for men like you.

She stepped back, separating herself away from you with judgmental look in her face. "What the hell? So you really are thinking that I'm secretly meeting up with him without your knowing?"

"How can you blame me so, Nayeon?" You didn't circled the topic any longer, revealing your side and what urged you to confront her like this tonight. "It's been days since you keep on leaving the house with all your short and lacking excuses, and you just take my permissions I give to you as your advantage, without having any idea that I'm holding myself to beg you not to go Nayeon."

"Don't you see? We almost had a little amount of time to spend alone together, and I just want you to stay with me and enjoy having you on my side everyday but... what you're doing just starts to fill up these... doubts and uneasiness in me that you- you're hiding something from me that I don't wanna know." Nayeon frowned as she finally realized and understood why you suddenly became observative and moody with her. It was all her fault, she owned. She knows that she didn't do it with all intention or want to find ways not to have you moving around from her because of the thought that she maybe-

Oh no. She halted from processing your words in her mind, but it didn't prevented her for hearing additional question that you have in store for her.

"Nayeon, is there someone else? Was there a chance that this person is trying to take you away from me?" You asked her straightfully. Staring deep into her eyes that widened as she heard that huge question setting your relationship with her on line with it, she wandered at your pityful state. Eyes are droopy, lips curved in reverse, sadness visible in your face.

"N-no, no! YN! Never. Don't think of that, okay? I love you and only you! Ask Jeongyeon and Jihyo, they’ll tell you that I’m right!" She frantically said as she cupped your cheeks with both of her big, slender hands.

You remained unmovable with the entire view of Nayeon's beauty that you don't want to lose, desperately assuring you that she don't want the same either.

From the tone of her words, she is nearly getting you believe from it. But, you still don't want to disregard what you prepared for her to do tonight. Take it as something you and her definitely need. It has been a week that both you and her won't share any intimate moments together, and this is opportunity laid in front of you tonight to do so.

You gently removed her hands from pressing your cheeks, much to Nayeon's shock especially when she had contact from your head movement doing a disapproving shake.

Stepping away from her this time, Nayeon nervously hops in her feet as her body began to shiver in fear. "W-what? YN! No, please! What do I need to do for you to believe me?"

That question perfectly activated the go signal to do your plan. Slowly glancing at Nayeon who seems to be almost emotional in front of you, you tried to compose your bland expression to her. You want her to submit for you tonight, she is playing your game... and you're the one in charge of her.

You sat back from your couch. "Take off your clothes."

Nayeon looked at you puzzledly. "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat again, I said, take off your clothes. Turn around as you do it."

Nayeon gulped at your unexpected request. If she's eager to earn your forgiveness and this is the solution you require, she won't protest at all to follow; you're her boyfriend anyways and to be honest, she's been wanting this to happen with you since from the start when you and her became official.

She turned around, her back figure is now facing you. Starting off with her belt, she began to unlock and dishevel it from her waist; hanging it at the back of the chair.

Her hands went to the zipper behind her rose designed red and white colored blouse and unzipped it, allowing the clothing to adjust for her to pull it upwards slowly from her top area. Her white laced bra aligning at the width of her gorgeous back is now open for you to witness and began enjoying it.

Half-naked, Nayeon proceeds with her skirt that matches with the apperance of her blouse; detaching the button and slip it down from her feet. She bended down, her brown hair fell and nearly reached the floor but you didn't cared that much when there's a more distracting part of hers that you have to focus on rather.

Her plump round ass hidden by her matching white panties effectively got you aroused. It would lose eventually compared to the other sight made by Nayeon when she turned around and present you her front side. You can definitely see her B-cup sized breasts encapsulated by her white bra which caused your dick to began harden on your shorts.

Nayeon saw the formation of tent done by your erected shaft, the lust in her barging to take control. She unawaringly grinds her thighs together as you stood up in front of her.

You wrapped your arm around her small waist, pushing her closer to you. Your hidden friend bumped at Nayeon's abdomen which made the woman whimper. "God, you're so heavenly attractive Nayeon."

You kissed Nayeon on the lips, tongue engaged on dancing to the rhythm with each other's movements. Breaking off your make-out session with her, you carried her up by lifting her ass; her legs locked around your waist.

Entering to your bedroom that is now willingly shared with your girlfriend, you entered and laid Nayeon on the bed; dropping her weight without care; as if it would hurt her crashing down to your bed's soft mattress.

Positioning on top of her, you kissed her again on the lips; caressing the locks of her hair from the side while she does the same from the back of your head.

"Tonight, I just want you to show me that I'm all yours."

Nayeon only nodded, she didn't want to speak for now. All she wants is to anticipate the incoming pleasure to be sent by you and her from each other's bodies.

You leaned away from her face before removing your shirt and throwing it aside. Lowering down and kneeled beside the bed, you began praising her godly sculptured body by showering kisses through her legs, knees, and those healthy thighs.

Nayeon huffed in the air as the sensation arises when you matched your kisses with gentle touches from your hands roaming in her smooth skin.

Your face meets her shielded treasure. Annoyed at the distraction, your fingers dug onto the bands and pulled her panties away as she helps you by raising both of her legs.

Her juicy, pink pussy that is now obviously desperate of your attention has now freed. Your thumb and the rest of your fingers first massaged the underside and the corners of her ass, thighs and her pussy to take your time teasing her.

"P-please eat me, baby. Don't tease me any longer, it needs you."

You obliged at her pleads. Your active hands paused for a while to hold her thighs open for you to comfortably move as you began licking her slit with your tongue, earning a sexy alluring moans and heavy breathing from your lover.

It continues as you savor the taste of her delicious pussy, biting and sucking off her flesh and nub before you entered your two fingers inside her walls as you stimulate her clit.

"Mmmhhh Y-YN yes, right there. Oohhh yeah keep eating me please."

Her hands leads to your hair as she gripped it to push your face closer on her needy and horny pussy, already dripping wet from the tongue and finger fucking you're giving to her.

You began increasing the speed of your fingers inserting in and out of her tight hole along with your flicking and wiggling of your tongue to her bloated clit.

"Ooohhh yesss Y-YN oh my god I'm cumming I'm cumming!!!"

Nayeon shouts as slimy and sticky juices of her sprayed all over your face in response to the orgasm you elicited on her. Her squirt took a little longer before it stopped, you tasted her own sweet fluid first before heading on next to other spots that deserves appreciation too.

You left a trail of kisses to her nicely built torso, over and under her belly button. She watches your head arises until it finally stops right in front of her cleavage.

In the assistance of your slick hands, you unclipped the front of her bra between the cups before taking it off, letting those small but handful and round breasts slightly jiggle in your eyes.

Licking your lips, you groped those mounds with every random directions, massaging those firm pillows as they gave a marshmallow feeling in your hands.

"Them also, YN. You can suck those tits, baby."

With regards to her command, you began sucking on her nipples and circle your tongue around those brown areolas. Giving those bosoms fair treatment, you switched side by side; one hand playing while the other being sucked carefully by you.

Nayeon moaned at how actually good it feels of your mouth tasting her delicious orbs. She begged more and more for you to keep doing it until you decided to finish worshipping her body by kissing her chest, shoulder, neck, cheeks until it brought you back again to her candy lips.

"You can't be the only one being pleasured, baby. Help me too with this. Hang your head at the edge of the bed for me."

She listened, pushing her body more to let her upsided head flailing out of the bed's surface. You get out from her and stood in front of her as you removed your short, making her gasp and sprung her eyes out at your engorged length of your big cock now escaped from your clothed prison.

Directing your shaft at her lips first to ready herself, you slowly pushed forward and successfully entered her mouth as you slowly fucked her upside down face with your pair of full balls dangling above her nose.

You moaned and whimpered at how awesome her mouth and that soft tongue rotating around your girth to add the satisfying sensation which encouraged you to got faster on your fucking.

Gurgles and slurps from Nayeon sucking your cock echoed in the bedroom. You grasped her bouncing breasts for attention as you continued drilling her mouth until you reach your end.

"Nayeon, I'm cumming! Take it all!!!"

Three last strokes is all it takes for you to gave up and release your streaks of pearly white cum to flood Nayeon's available mouth. You pumped your cock a little bit more to ride your orgasm before you slipped off, allowing Nayeon to easily swallow your cream.

Going back to business, you kneeled in front of Nayeon's body still laid on her back to the bed. Giving each other trusting nods, you inserted your dick inside her pussy. It made Nayeon's lower half shiver as she willingly takes all of your length until you're balls deep inside of her.

Slow and careful rhythm is what you gave Nayeon to let her indulge the feeling. You leaned forwards and kissed Nayeon passionately while you remained grinding on her.

Soon your pace became faster, her legs now encircled around your body not wanting to let you go. Her moans and groans gets louder to join you too as both were now in a midst of a wonderful sensation.

"Oh God, you're so tight Nayeon! You're gripping my cock so bad."

"Mmm ughhh yes yes YN pound me faster, harder! You're filling me up inside."

"I'm about to cum, Nayeon!"

"D-do it outside, babe. I'm not safe yet."

Her support and encouragement has what led you to chase the impending finish of your composure as you finally fired the shots of your second load straightly aimed on Nayeon's valley between her breasts, her torso and above her pulsing pussy.

The adrenaline cursing in your veins, pressure and efforts you poured in to assure that you are indeed pleasing your girlfriend's desires has what led you to tire yourself down, sending your body to lay beside Nayeon who is now resting after giving her a great missionary fucking.

"I'm still up for one last round. Care to join me, love?"

"Yeah me too. With you and this great sex were having? Always." She turned her head at you and smiled gracefully.

"She's indeed loyal to me. I have to apologize for her later."  You took a mental note for yourself. Those choice of words that she replied at you fulfilled the reassurance of your trust and safety of your current relationship with her.

Your happiness and gratitude outranked all emotions that the entire 2 years and counting of having Nayeon as your girlfriend won't get interrupted and ended up getting wasted because this woman beside you will remain sharing the same undeniable and unmatched love with you.

You kissed Nayeon again as a gesture on behalf of everything that fills in your heart solely because of her before turning her body sideways, her back is now facing you again as you slapped one of her asscheeks emitting a gasp and hisses from your pretty lady.

Groping her petite breasts while she reaches for your cock to harden again, it didn't last long for your wood to reaawakened before aligning it on the crack of her ass and inches by inches you managed to bury your dick inside Nayeon's rear.

You instinctively felt her move a little to adjust herself at your size so you remained frozen for seconds, not wanting to do it if it'll only result hurting Nayeon. Your main purpose was to have a good time and catch up with all those times you and her haven't got to enjoy being together as couple.

She gave you a few pats on your wrist to signal you that she's now okay, so you hold one of her legs and hooked it up while your other one went beneath on her curves and caressed her breast as you started fucking her in a spooning position.

Claps, moans, grunt and squeaks of the bed were the only noises audible inside the bedroom as you and Nayeon would perform one last make-love and vanilla sex in the middle of the young night.

Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, enveloping and pumps your entire length where at this point you don't know if you can last longer of pounding her from behind.

She reaches for your head and pulled it closer against her, kissing you head while you sync it with your fingers tugging her nipples, squeezing her soft flesh and increased pace of your cock jamming her occupied hole.

Few more strokes is what all it takes for you to meet the brim of your end as you released another batch of your load for the third time inside her reddened peach and fill it without dispute.

You slowly removed your beaten and throbbing cock stained with both of your fluids out of her used, gaped asshole that is now overflowing with a few amount of your cum, dripping down to her ass and thighs.

Nayeon is now cuddling beside you, still both naked in the bed, resting from the effects of engaging such great sex from both lovers. She looks up on you which you noticed from your peripheral vision.

"I really do love you, YN. I hope what we just had tonight speaks it all. D-do you believe me now?"

You looked back at her and flashed a timid smile. "I am. And I'm sorry that it crossed my mind to bring you into this. I-I just missed being close with you, Nayeon. I really thought there's a man out there that is now close to your heart as much as I do.

I got scared, Nayeon. I didn't want to lose my spot. I wanted to keep you close and I don't wanna be hurt and left alone. If ain't gonna be with you then I don't wanna be like that anymore."

Thankfully, Nayeon smiled at your understandable reason; caressing your chest then your hair. She was touched and softened at your frown knowing how sincere you were at your explaining.

"I'm sorry too if I made you feel like that, YN. I didn't meant to do it, I swear. Maybe I got too caught up on hanging out with my friends because I haven't seen them for months. For Junghee, I have no interest in him okay? In fact, he's already seeing another woman."

You looked at her in surprise. "Oh, wait. Really?"

She nodded innocently. "Yup. His smell that you noticed on me a while ago also, well we discussed it in dislike with Jeongie and Ji too that his perfume is very strong our noses couldn’t handle inhaling it too much whenever we get near to him. It kinda annoys me now that when he slipped on the mall and I catched him from his back, his smell passed onto me.”

"Damn it, now I even feel bad that I didn't even let you speak your side." You said with regret as you facepalmed.

Nayeon laughed and slapped your chest not so harshly. "I don't mind about it. Atleast you gave me a great first time sex with you tonight. That's what matters to me now."

"Can't wait for more of this next time." She added as a hot whisper to your ear. You smirked, remembering what she said and definitely you would love to share that level of intimacy with her all over again.

"Oh you don't know how much I look forward to it."

She squeezed herself more into your body, her breast is now compressed to your arm. "I love you, YN. Every single time. I would never look for other, why would I if I have the best man with me that I can cherish for the rest of my life. So please, I'm sorry and don't be afraid anymore babe. I'm staying with you until the end."

You kissed her in the forehead and hold her hand. "I know, and so am I. I forgive you, Nay. I love you too so much that I would literally want to be with you forever."

Both of you kissed again on the lips before none dared to speak after. You observed that Nayeon already slept within your arms.

Tracing the features of this exceptional beauty that chose you out of all the guys around in this world, you can help anymore but to release a few streams of your tears filled with joy based from what Nayeon entirely told you earlier.

There's really no someone else other than you. To think that you would gladly spend the rest of your life with Nayeon, her heart and soul in safe hands; you began to form a new plan in your mind that will place yourselves one step closer to the next chapter of your love story with Nayeon: prepare for your engagement ring and proposal that you will give to her soon.

[slavicbee]

The Assassination Attempt On Robert Fico, The Slovak Prime Minister

There is a lot of information going around in the media, since the situation is unfolding. I will attempt to cover the most important details for those who are interested.

Firstly, here is an English article (from BBC) so that you can read more about what unfolded. According to this article, at least three shots could be heard. Robert Fico, the PM, was wounded in the chest area, grabbed by his three security guards and escorted into his car. He was transported to the hospital via a helicopter.

The Attempt happened after a congress meeting in the city of Handlová roughly around 4PM local time. You may read more about the congress here: (Aktuality.sk)

Zuzana Čaputová, Peter Pellegrini, Petr Pavel, Andrej Danko, Juraj Blanár, Michal Šimečka, Igor Matovič, and some other factions, have already given their statement condemning the attack. (Aktuality.sk) Also, here is Petr Fiala and here is Olav Scholz, and here are the Polish political leaders.

Also, Andrej Danko, the vice minister of the Slovak Parliament, is currently blaming the Slovak liberal opposition. (Aktuality.sk) Additionally, the coalition as a whole blames the media and polarised population as a potential reason why this took place.

He is currently in a potentially life-threatening condition.

This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some pictures from around the time of the attempt. This article (Aktuality.sk) provides some video footage. View at your own discretion.

The police suspects a 71-year old man from the city of Levice, who was in legal possession of a firearm. (Aktuality.sk)

I will try to update when I get my hands on some more English sources.

[miss-nandini]

Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

[honeysmokedham]

@mortemoppetere

[pm] Not exactly. [user tries to figure out how to word this, because he suspects nora might be mad at him for not saying anything sooner.] Picked up a curse on that stolen necklace case last week. Need to get the necklace back to break it, and the lady who owns it isn't playing nice. Gonna have to steal it. And I know you like stealing.

[PM] [User sends a video a drawing she made of days Emilio has stayed out of trouble counter. It's her erasing the one and putting a zero] So much for always being honest with me huh? Didn't you tell me everything was fine two days ago? Honestly I blame myself. I should have known you couldn't last a week without me. Don't worry, Mimi I'm on my way.

[User decides she's given him enough shit] Steal a cursed necklace from a lady. Sounds easy. I can do it. Where does she live?

[otdiaftg]

The group walks further into the house and stops as Nicky see's Luther in the kitchen.

Luther Hemmick was a tall, rake-thin man with a severe face. He didn't have much hair left but he kept a pepper beard trimmed short and neat. Even across the room Neil could see the tense set to his shoulders. Luther wasn't looking forward to this reunion anymore than Nicky was. Neil hoped that Luther was uncomfortable because he intended to relax old prejudices. Maria went straight to the stove to check on dinner, making herself busy and abandoning the conversation as quickly as she could. Luther didn't look at her but took his time inspecting his guests. His expression didn't change as he considered Neil and Kevin, and he didn't linger long on them. Neil didn't think it his imagination that Luther stared longer at Andrew than he did his own son. It made him wonder if Luther suspected Andrew's involvement in his sister's death, and whether or not some part of Luther blamed him either way. Nicky said Andrew's release from juvie drove Tilda deeper into her depression and drugs. Maybe Luther regretted ever finding out Andrew existed. Neil distracted himself by looking around the room, from the small crosses and biblical quotes hanging on the walls to the catalogue perfect kitchen. The square table only had two chairs by it, but the back door was open. The screen door was closed, but Neil could see through it to a deck. A larger table was back there and already set to accommodate all of them. "Nicky," Luther finally said. "Aaron, Andrew." Nicky had gone mute, but Aaron said, "Hey, Uncle Luther." Luther smiled, but it was faint. He looked at Neil and Kevin again. "I am Nicky's father. You may call me Luther. Welcome to my home." "Thank you for having us," Kevin said. "You can set that down in here," Luther said with a look at Neil's racquet. He waited until Neil propped it against the wall, then motioned to the back door. "Please get comfortable. Dinner will only be another minute."

Day: Sunday, November 12th Time: 4:07 PM EST

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Fast Food- Travels

Designed to be read on its own, but you can find part 1 here and part 2 here.

Those were the days! No stress, no struggle, no weight of an inexorable prophecy hanging over my head. Just me, eating and sleeping as I pleased.

My first stop had been Saints-burrow, the town closest to my home. The humans there had hair like flax and skin like the earth, their skirts thick with spun valli-wool. They tended the fields with cheer, and welcomed me with open arms. 

Kindness was as rampant as tallgrass there, an endless flow of generosity the likes of which I'd never encountered. There was no need to steal, thieve or burgle, for they were all too willing to give it to me for free. 

I spent two years in the local inn, spinning tales to the tavern's regulars in exchange for a steady supply of ale and bread (though I suspect they would've given it to me for free), before I felt the itch to travel. 

Somedays I sit and wonder what happened to those people, to their children's grandchildren. I wonder if they would have wept to see what became of their kindness. I wonder if they would blame me and curse themselves for being so generous toward me.

My wandering feet, or wings, as the case came to be, took me down to Nyctomachia, the land of a thousand gods.

My first night there had been thoroughly godless, however. It had been a gloomy night, like many others to come, full of rain and mist. Amidst the dampness, I stumbled across the corpse of a man, dressed in the rich purple fabrics of high nobility. His chest leaked blood like a fireflower blooming out of his heart, and his pockets held nothing but death. There was still one thing to take, however, and I, ever the pragmatist, took it with both hands.

That night, I slept under the plush covers of a dead man's bed, wearing his face, donning his silk nightgown. Oh, and screwing his lovely, obliging spouse. I do suspect they knew all along that I was an imposter, and I do suspect they didn't care.

I came to discover that Nyctomachia held an array of wonders for me. There were the night markets, where people were crushed together and trinkets hung off the walls, ripe for the taking. There were the galleries, where an established gentleman such as my current identity could waltz in, and, in the form of a rather grotesque street rat, flee with stolen goods. Best of all, there was the Undercity.

It was a hidden network of tunnels, spreading across the entire city, home to every inhuman thinkable. All manners for creatures lived there, from ghouls, goblins and vampires, to harpies, dryads and even a few centaurs. I, to my shock, fit right in. 

I spent my days mimicking Sir Armuin Kinaei the twelfth, lounging about looking pretty while my spouse managed the estates. I spent my nights gambling away my stolen goods and getting drunk on spirit-mead, gossiping in bad pidgin the whole time. I spent fourty years like that, twenty carefree years that ended with my spouse dying on me.

It wasn't a sudden thing. Everyone had seen it coming a long way. Humans only lived for so long after all, and Akati was not young when I met them. It still hurt. It still hurt a lot.

It hurt enough that I disappeared into the night and never returned, leaving my possessions to the living who I held dear. I suppose it was just too much for my heart to bear, to watch any more of my friends die.

Little did I know my heart was fated to experience far worse hurts.

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Realtime Updates

🚨LARGE BOMBING IN KERMAN, IRAN AT ENEMY GENERAL’S U.S. ASSASSINATION COMMEMORATION… 2-4 bombs set off, reports of 100+ killed, 170+ wounded.  Iran blames Israel, no claims of responsibility from Israel (and Iran has plenty of enemies, and mass bombing a public event is not Israel’s style).

⬆️ Northern Front 🗞 Airstrikes in Markaba, a-Labuna, Ayta Ash Shab.  Rockets at Dovev.  Over 25 IDF air force strikes today.

Hezbollah leader Nasrallah to speak at 6:00 PM Israel/Lebanon time.  Anti-tank missile hits electric infrastructure near Malkia, knocking out power.

⚠️BE PREPARED… with the risks from Gaza having lowered, most (not in or affected by army service) have returned to normal life routines.  This is a tense moment and the possibility of a major attack from the north is real.  Listen and follow ALL Homefront Command instructions.  Taking precautions this evening and tomorrow in Israel is wise.  Homefront command in Israel (only works in Israel) https://www.oref.org.il/en

⬇️ Southern Front 🗞 Rockets from Gaza to near-Gaza towns, 1 round.

Holes drilled through walls, looks like a dryer air vent, it’s an RPG shooting position, or anti-tank missile shooting position, or sniper position.  Other times it might simply be an observation position - to direct fire of one of the above.  Combat teams are frequently finding shooting positions and observation positions…

In Kherbat Ahzaza, IDF combat teams located and destroyed observation posts and anti-tank launching positions, and a tunnel shaft in a school.  Interestingly the school included laminated pictures of different types of weaponry… ‘children, can you say soccer ball?  grenade?  RPG?’  

In Khan Yunis, IDF forces pushing deeper into the city.  Terrorist attempted to attach a bomb to a tank, he and his squad taken out by drone strike.  Weapons captured, safe with hundreds of thousands of shekels captured (thanks for the war effort donation Hamas!), munitions production facility bombed.

In Tupach Michlal, an enemy drone squad was eliminated by drone strike.

IDF warns civilians to evacuate Nizirat.

In destroying a tunnel network in southern Gaza yesterday, the IDF used TONS of explosives and blew up the network and the whole neighborhood above.

Enemy claims to have shot down an IDF Hermes 900 observation drone via a shoulder launched anti-aircraft missile.  Analysis: possible.

➡️ Eastern Front 🗞 Counter-terror, (enemy report) IDF blows up an explosives lab and whole building in Noor Shams, Tulkarm.  In East Jerusalem, suspects arrested, building in Jebel Makbar, East Jerusalem prepared for demolition.

🚢 Red Sea Front 🗞 The Houthis attacked a ship in the Red Sea after it did not respond to calls.  Houthis say the CMA CGM Tage was attacked.  French shipping company CMA CGM said “the vessel did not suffer any incident” and was sailing through the Red Sea toward Alexandria, Egypt.

▪️ECONOMY - In the 12th week of the war, public spending reached 11 billion shekels - a jump of 19.2% compared to an average week, headed towards recovery.

▪️US SEC STATE - to visit Turkey on Shabbat, Israel on Monday.

▪️HEZBOLLAH LEADER HAS BEGUN SPEAKING… after a delay.  So far: pays tribute to the assassinated commander and companions. Salutes martyrs.  Speaks of good results for Palestine, Lebanon, Syria and Iraq.

▪️IRAN ON THE MOVE IN SYRIA - (enemy’s enemy report) IRGC are evacuating their bases in northern Syria.

▪️HOSTAGE KILLED - The IDF has notified the family of hostage Sahar Baruch that he was killed during an attempt to rescue him on December 8, and says is unable to determine the cause of death at this stage, it is unknown if he was murdered by Hamas or killed by Israeli fire.  Two IDF soldiers were seriously wounded in the failed hostage rescue attempt.

▪️IDF PUBLISHES PROOF OF USE OF CHILDREN as spotters, ammunition carriers, and messengers, as well as sending them to indoctrination camps with weapons training.

▪️TUNNEL LOCATED - JUDEA… IDF forces locate tunnel in the area of Kfar Tarkomia near Hebron, headed towards the town of Salem.

▪️MK’s WHO LIVE IN JUDEA-SAMARIA GIVEN VESTS AND HELMETS… due to increased security concerns, by the Knesset Guard and recommended by the police.

▪️3 TERRORISTS ARRESTED IN ARGENTINA… possibly planning terror attack against Jewish community. (N12)

▪️HIGH COURT RULES… it is ordered to postpone the applicability of Amendment No. 12 to the Basic Law: The Government regarding the arrangement of the Prime Minister (and under what basis he can be suspended as PM), so that it will enter into force at the beginning of the 26th Knesset term. This is because it is a distinctly personal amendment that constitutes an abuse of the Knesset's constituent authority.

⬆️ Northern Front 🗞 Airstrikes continue at a heavier pace than previously.  Hezbollah has fired 6 very-large rockets at Israel.

⬇️ Southern Front 🗞 Heavy fire in the Sheikh Radwan area, north Gaza and IDF Navy firing at west Gaza targets.

➡️ Eastern Front 🗞 IDF operating in Jenin, Jericho and Qalqilya to make arrests. Firefight during the operation in Jenin.  Tulkarm, IDF dozer hit by huge IED (via enemy video). 

🚢 Red Sea Front 🗞 (no updates)

[mulherergativa]

Hey all. Thanks so much for being friends with me. It's been nice. I realized that my parents don't understand the pain that I am in. Nobody understands the pain that I'm in. Nobody in real life will feel the stress and predicament where I'm never understood, never felt like I'm worthy, never feel like I'm human. I asked a doctor checkup today, and they said no because my mum suspected that I was faking it. That the loneliness can be easily fixed but never posits an option; and blames me for healing my pain too late. They think me of being malicious every time I wanna do something good. Same with the people around me. I can't take it anymore, because they think of me as a spoiled brat who wants everything to be 'perfect'. I can't live like this anymore since I have no support from my parents, let alone the people immediate of me. I realized that they don't know my passions and have no empathy for me anymore. My parents don't even feel sad for my loneliness anymore, that "it's your fault, your choices, etc" and that she won't feel pity for me. I have no mobility to go anywhere, and I need to leverage their support to move abroad to safety. I'm not sure how I would find the place that I was promised. I don't have the funds without them, I can't find anything to appease them. I wanna feel safe, but I can't. They think I'm too egotistical and immature, and are keeping me in a situation where I can't win. They don't understand my needs, my wants, none. They don't feel any empathy in my emptiness in life. I love you all but I don't see where I can progress from here. Nobody can finance me, nobody can care for me fully. I have never felt love and never will. I'm not sure how to move on. I'm sorry, peace, Sylvia. [8:40 PM] I'm sorry. [8:40 PM] I wanna be alive. I wanna feel alive.

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Beyond the Kingdom

Being a Princess in a peaceful kingdom has led to a quiet life.

Until you are kidnapped by a man from a magical kingdom that you had no idea existed.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

Read previous chapter on AO3 here

It was the morning of your wedding, and your stomach was in knots. You had been dreading the day ever since Kageyama had urged you to go through with it. When you sat up in bed, you felt . . . sour. Your stomach was churning, and while you blamed it on the nerves, you knew there was something off. Pushing the covers off you stood, a stronger wave of nausea rising. You ran into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.

“Princess!”

One of the maids rushed in, holding your hair as you finished retching into the bowl. She helped you stand, guiding you to the sink so you could rinse your mouth out and splash some cold water on your face.

“Thank you. I apologize that you had to see that.”

“Are you quite alright, Princess?”

“Wedding jitters, I suppose,” you muttered. “I’ve been feeling quite tired the past few weeks. I guess it’s catching up to me.”

The maid walked to the tub, letting the water warm as she began rummaging for which bubbles to put in. You undressed as she did so, waiting for her to guide you into the tub. You tried to relax throughout the morning, making light talk with each maid that you interacted with. As you sat down in front of the vanity, your mind wandered to Kageyama and his supposed “plan” to save you.

The maids had been ordered to leave your hair down, letting it fall in soft waves to frame your face. The wedding dress had a sweetheart neckline, giving your cleavage the spotlight. You noticed your breasts felt . . . tender as you tried to make it stay on. You brushed it off, figuring it was just PMS. The rest of the dress was covered in lace, cinching at your waist before billowing out. The tail was long, with a few maids standing behind to hold it up. The last part was to clip the veil into your hair, pulling it over your head.

“You look beautiful, Princess. King Oikawa is a lucky man.”

You forced a smile, standing up so they could guide you out of your chambers. Your parents had arrived the night before and had promised that they would be waiting for you downstairs. Dinner with them last night had been awkward, and you could tell that your father was still feeling immense guilt over the situation. When you got to the bottom of the staircase you spotted them, standing off to the side silently. Upon seeing you, their faces brightened.

“You look beautiful,” your mother said, gently cupping your face through the veil.

Your father hugged you tightly.

“I wish this was happening with someone else.”

You held back tears as he pulled away, giving him your strongest smile.

“My love,” your father turned towards your mother. “Why don’t you go on ahead? I know you like to oversee things to make sure they’re perfect.”

She nodded, giving you another hug before walking off with the maids. Your father turned to look at you, studying your face for a moment before glancing around and pulling you into a side hallway.

“I know Kageyama told you to go through with the wedding, am I correct?”

“Y-yes, he did,” you blinked up at him, eyes wide. “How did you know?”

“He’s been working with us since you moved here. A spy of sorts. I understand that his magic has gotten stronger, and he’s been able to create multiple copies of himself.”

Multiple copies?!

Your eyes got wider.

“What?”

“He’s been feeding us intel. We have the upperhand. It’s the only reason you have to go through with the wedding. We needed to make sure Oikawa didn’t suspect anything.”

Relief coursed through you, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.

“We should get going. Come, my child.”

The wedding ceremony was set to happen in the throne room, and it had been set up with various rows of chairs for the guests. One side was for Oikawa’s family and closest confidantes, and the other was for your family and the representatives of the kingdoms you had once been friendly with. Iwaizumi had gone over the seating chart with you, and you had approved of it before it was sent over to Oikawa.

You clutched your father’s arm nervously, standing up straight as you tried to keep a neutral expression. Soft classical music played from behind the large doors, murmurs of the guests drifting along with it. After a moment it stopped, and the Wedding March began to play. The doors slowly opened, revealing your audience. They all turned to watch you as you slowly walked in with your father.

Oikawa stood at the end of the aisle, beaming victoriously as you glided down the walkway. Your heart stopped as you saw Kageyama behind him, apparently serving as the officiator of the ceremony. However, there was something confident in his appearance, which sent confusion throughout you.

As you approached, you noticed your father glancing over at Kageyama. To anyone else, it appeared as an innocent glance. However, you knew the both of them very well, and given their history, you knew they had no reason to even acknowledge the other. Kageyama gave the smallest nod, barely perceptible, as he raised a hand.

“Please, have a seat everyone.”

As you stood in front of Oikawa, you felt the familiar tingle of Kageyama’s magic. You glanced at him, trying to hide your confusion before turning back to look at Oikawa. The King seemed unbothered, prideful at the fact that you would be his wife in the next few minutes.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate this union between the King and his Princess.”

A light rumble began under your feet. Oikawa looked down before glancing up and around, searching for his guards. Before he could move you were pulled away, yelping as wind began swirling around you. Your hand shot out for Kageyama, trying to find something to ground you.

“Princess!”

Oikawa tried to use magic to pull you back, a black tornado shooting out from his hand. However the winds kept you away, forcing you to shut your eyes as you shielded your face. This distracted him, allowing Kageyama to leave the altar and turn towards the audience.

“Now!”

The doors flew open, revealing a swarm of soldiers. Through the fast winds, you recognized the insignias of the various kingdoms you had sworn alliances to. They filled the room quickly, getting into formation and surrounding the wedding party. Oikawa’s personal guards were brought in, rope wrapped around them as they were thrown onto the floor.

“You think you can defeat me?” Oikawa laughed haughtily. “You fools.”

Suddenly, the winds around you stopped, and a protective crystal appeared. You slowly floated into the air, away from the ensuing fight. Soldiers launched forward, raising their weapons as Oikawa flung them away with his magic. A few of his soldiers had managed to escape, and they clashed violently with your associates. Kageyama stood away from the fray, one hand held up towards you and the other towards your parents. Your heart swelled as you realized he was protecting you all.

You feared that the soldiers would not be able to prevail against magic. However, you recalled a conversation you had had with Kageyama about using magic.

“Does it not tire you?”

The two of you lay naked in your bed, wrapped around each other. One of his hands lightly ran along your back, the other pulling you close to him. He nodded, letting out a content sigh as he peered down at you.

“Of course it does. We all have a reserve of magic.”

He frowned. “Even the most powerful of us gets exhausted.”

“Even Oikawa?”

“Even Oikawa.”

He pressed his mouth against the top of your head.

“Although we made a deal with the Devil, there are stipulations. You read the legends, no? Babies died, famine broke out, waters were poisoned.”

“Mmm, I do recall that.”

“We do not have an endless source of magic. The first yielders did, but they begged the Devil to stop making the people suffer. That was the new stipulation that was decided upon.”

Oikawa seemed to be getting tired, his features sagging as he continued to use strong magic to defend himself. One soldier managed to get close, raising his sword and swinging at the King. Oikawa barely managed to dodge, the sword ripping some of his tunic. Frowning, he raised his hand to send the soldier flying, but it merely pushed him back gently.

“Give up!” Kageyama yelled. “You run low on magic. What else can you do?”

He turned his glowing red eyes to Kageyama.

“Fool, you dare think I would give up my bride?”

The shield around your parents disappeared, and Kageyama raised his hand toward Oikawa instead. He cocked his head to the side, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

“Twist.”

Oikawa’s body began to contort, his yells anguished as bones broke. You looked away, flinching at the sound of cracking and crying. After a moment, the room fell silent.

“Iwaizumi, you dare to oppose us?”

The young man stood, raising his hands in defeat.

“Good choice.”

You were slowly lowered onto the ground. The crystal disappeared, and you ran into Kageyama’s arms.

“You . . . I cannot believe you did it.”

“I told you, I would do anything for you.”

Smiling, you reached up to cup his face in your hands before leaning in to kiss him gently. The audience cheered, celebrating the victory.

“Oh!”

You looked at Kageyama.

“We . . . why don’t we get married right now?”

***

A series of knocks roused you from sleep. You opened your eyes slowly, body still lingering in the dream realm. The door slowly opened, revealing your handmaiden.

“My apologies, my Queen. I must get you ready for the day.”

She gently walked to your side, helping you sit up. Your belly was swollen with your unborn child, and the changes in your body had you more exhausted by the day. Your husband, Kageyama, was gone, the sheets still smelling like him beside you. The maid gently led you to the bathroom, getting the bath started and helping you gently sit down.

“Well, you have a busy day ahead of you,” she chirped. “It is your first meeting with the representatives of Kitagawa.”

Following the overthrow of Oikawa, the kingdom had become a joint one with your own. With Kageyama as your husband, he became both King of Kitagawa and your home. The two kingdoms had an alliance, and representatives had been elected to ensure relations remained peaceful between both.

“‘Tis,” you replied. “My dear husband has been preparing for this for weeks.”

“You must be so proud of him,” she beamed, pouring water over you.

You smiled softly in response. She helped dress you in a loose lilac gown, styling your hair in a half-up style before escorting you into the dining hall. Your parents, now technically retired, still joined you every morning, listening to your agenda and offering advice. Kageyama was sitting with them when you entered, reviewing a list with your father who listened intently. Upon seeing you they all rose, Kageyama leaving to come stand by your side.

“My love,” he greeted you, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead before leaning down to kiss your belly.

“Good morning,” you replied. “Are you ready for today?”

He gently took your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“With you by my side, I’ll always be ready for anything.”

[head-post]

Violent clashes on British streets continue, situation spiralling out of control

Muslim migrants flooded British streets and battered local residents, while former Scottish PM Hamza Yousaf called on his counterpart Keir Starmer to engage the army.

Violent protests erupted in cities across the UK after three girls were killed in a stabbing at a children’s dance class in Southport in north-west England last week. The killings were blamed on 17-year-old Axel Rudakubana, who was born into a migrant family from Rwanda.

The murders were investigated by anti-immigrant and anti-Muslim groups because of misinformation that the alleged attacker was an immigrant and radical Islamist. However, police stated that the suspect was born in Britain and were not treating the stabbing as a terrorist incident.

UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer strongly condemned the riots, calling them “far-right thuggery.” Meanwhile, Scottish National Party member and former Scottish Prime Minister Hamza Yousaf called for the army to be sent to the scene of the protests, as the police “do not have a handle on this situation.” He stated on X:

How much worse does it have to get before the army is sent in @Keir_Starmer? The Police clearly do not have a handle on this situation. This pogrom against Muslims and People of Colour is going to cost lives unless these far-right thugs are stopped.

Rioting is reported to be continuing in Southport, a hotbed of unrest. Leeds was plunged into chaos after two groups of protesters clashed in the city centre, the Express reported. Violence also engulfed Lancaster, Aldershot, Middlesbrough and a suspected “migrant hotel” in Rotherham.

In Bolton, members of migrant groups responded to an anti-migrant demonstration by beating up people carrying British flags and catching those who looked like football fans during the day. In Weymouth, around 400 members of opposing groups gathered on the seafront and chanted slogans towards each other.

Read more HERE

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 24- Disturbing Behavior

Summary: Sweet words and bath times are shared. Ethan snaps, revealing his dark side. He and Orlando clash. The good doctor is injured and threatened into silence. Josie suspects something is wrong due to Orlando's behavior. An arrest is made and an ER visit follows.

*Warnings* 18+ DARK...mentions of organized crime, grief, angst, domestic violence, strong/offensive language, mentions of rape/assault, graphic depictions, blood, arrest, ambulance

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Ethan

Salem, Massachusetts

February 27, 2023

5 pm

It took everything in you to pry yourself out of Lee's gripping hug as you said your loving goodbyes. You now had to go home and start packing for the move into your new apartment. God, you hated leaving him alone after witnessing the panic attack he had and you made him promise to keep his phone by him at all times so he could call you if he had another one. You knew first hand how terrifying it was to have one, let alone when your by yourself.

You pulled into your driveway and checked your phone again, even though you had your volume on full blast. Still, there was nothing from Orlando either after his concerning voicemail he had left you earlier and now you were worried about him too. You quickly texted him just so you would know he was ok.

As you went inside, your mom was in the kitchen doing her usual of sitting at the table watching Good Fellas and drinking some Irish whiskey. It had seemed she had become obsessed with crime movies after Jason died, plus she really liked Ray Liotta. Maybe it was her way of trying to comprehend the life Jason chose that in turn ended his life, although Jason was nothing like the guys in these mob movies. He didn't care about the money or do drugs. It was more out of loyalty to his boss and best friend, Sonny, whom you now blamed for your brother's death. Your mom had no idea of the true extent in her son's previous world of crime....but if these movies helped your mom to deal, then you weren't going to interfere, for everyone dealt with grief in their own ways. You certainly were not into those movies. You would rather suffer in silence locked in your room writing your fantasy fics and you were so grateful you had Lee to dissuade you from doing so or you didn't know where you would be right now. It was like you wrote him to life and and now your reality was better than your dreams.

You spoke with your mom for awhile and then headed up to your room to begin packing. You felt guilty for leaving her but you had to get out of there or you would certainly end up in jail over Megan at some point. It's not like you would be that far away and you would always come back to visit her. Checking your phone once more, Orlando still had not replied.

Lee was in his kitchen making himself another cup of tea as he listened to music. He had drank the one you made and for being chamomile, he found it delicious and relaxing just like you said.

This one had a nice shot of whiskey in it though, for the tea just wasn't quite enough to fully ease his nerves.

His phone began to ring which he kept right beside him like you asked him to and in hopes it was you, he quickly picked it up...but it wasn't you. It was Ethan...again. Lee rolled his eyes and hit decline. He wanted to block him but he knew if he did that, all hell would break loose. It was much better to just let Ethan harass him for the time being until Lee could figure something else out.

Lee sat down at his laptop snacking on a piece of buttered toast and checked his facebook that he never got on much until now, solely because you were there.

He decided to post something for you as he was so proud to be able to call you his and wanted the whole world to know it...except one person. He customized the post so Ethan wouldn't see it. Lee wanted to defriend him, but again, it wasn't worth the trouble it would cause.

Lee began typing exactly what he was feeling, with a little added humor.

"@Josephine March "I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours....forever. You're my wonderwall baby. Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies and universes. What hope did I ever have? I hope the burnt bacon wasn't a deal breaker though. I swear, I really can cook. 😘"

After an hour of packing up mostly clothes, you heard your phone beep. You couldn't even control the smile that formed on your face when you saw it was from Lee.

"Hey baby doll. Just wanted to let u know I drank your tea and it hit the spot. Thank u for taking care of me. I'm sorry for scaring u so bad. I feel good and relaxed now and I'm going to go take a hot bath. Wish u were here to join me. Maybe tomorrow, I could take you to the farm?"

"I am so glad you're alright and so happy u texted me. Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault. You're just understandably stressed. A bath sounds so good, even better with u. Maybe we could share one soon? or...a shower 😉 I would love to go to the farm with u."

"I don't know where u came from my lady strange, but I thank the stars above for u. I'll text u later baby girl. I love you Jo March. Forever....oh...and check your fb."

"Right back at ya babe. I love you. Forever. I'll check it now."

You laid back on the bed in complete bliss, inhaling his imbedded scent on your hands. How was it possible to feel this damn good? It was so foreign to you.

As you read his post, you busted up laughing. God you adored him and now you were going to show everyone, including him, that you did.

"@Lee G Pace "You see, my dear. I was born to be with you and only you, for your very name was inscribed onto my soul in black ink and destiny has a way of getting what it wants. I would you know, do it all again I mean. I would live my entire life up until now just to have you all over again...and your burnt bacon too."

You smiled and closed your laptop, then decided a bath sounded nice and went to submerge yourself in some steaming water, knowing Lee would soon be doing the same.

How was he real? you thought after you read his post.

You snuck downstairs and got some wine and candles while your bath was filling. On your way back, you heard Megan in her room, giggling and talking to someone on her phone. Rolling your eyes, you wondered which foolish man she was taking for a ride this time. As long as she stayed the fuck away from Lee, you didn't give a rat's ass.

You set the candles up and lit them, making the atmosphere perfect. Except it wasn't because you really wanted Lee to be there with you.

You drank down a glass of wine and poured another, setting it beside the candles and your phone, then climbed into the bubbly bliss.

You slowly began to drift off and began to dream. The same dream you dreamt in Lee's car on your way to his dad's funeral. You were drowning, nothing but the darkness of water all around you being inhaled into your lungs and then suddenly, you saw Orlando's face again, only this time you were both drowning.

You gasped awake, choking and splashing about. After you calmed down, you realized you had fallen asleep and had slid under the water. One of your worst nightmares was drowning considering you couldn't swim. Your fear of water wasn't from that though. It was none other than Megan. She terrorized you when you were both in your single digits and besides locking you in that crawl space, she had also held your head under the bath water one night when your mom was out and luckily Jason heard your muffled screams and saved you. From that moment on, it took everything in you to get back in a bathtub and you also would never get in a pool which is why you never learned how to swim. Jason tried to coax you into it, swearing he wouldn't let you go under but as much as you trusted him, you just couldn't do it.

You dried your hands and picked up your phone. Still nothing from Orlando. You decided to call him because that dream really shook you. Maybe he would answer if he knew he could talk to you instead of texting.

To your surprise, he answered. There was loud garbled music in the background.

"Orlando?? Are you alright? I haven't heard back from you."

"Hey Josie, yeah...sorry. I'm fine. I um was asleep."

"With that loud music?"

"Oh, that...yeah, that's Ethan. He's downstairs partying. No rest for the wicked I suppose."

"Well...ok...I...I was just...worried about you. Are you...sure...everything is alright? Your voicemail earlier, you sounded...I don't know, different?"

"Oh...no I'm good, that was just because I had to get going."

"Ok? Well, I'm sorry that I woke you. Do you still want to talk? I mean, you said you needed to talk to me."

"No Josie. I'm sorry if I worried you. I'm good. Can we...just talk later...please?"

"I...I guess so. Text me or something when you can."

"Orlando!!! Get the fuck down here now!" you heard Ethan shout as the music went silent.

"Ok..thanks for calling...gotta go...bye."

You stared at your abruptly ended call and spoke out loud. "What the fuck..."

You laid your phone down and just sat there for a moment, wondering if you should do anything. Was it even your place to do so? Was there anything to even be worried about? You couldn't shake the feeling that there was.

Your phone then rang and you snatched it up thinking it was Orlando calling back, but it was actually a video call from Lee. Your heart raced as your stomach did a flip flop. Why did you feel so silly to answer it when you were in the bath? Probably because you had never done that before.

You answered it to see the cutest damn thing. Lee in his bath, blowing bubbles in the water.

"What the hell..." you said as you laughed.

"Hey baby. Just wanted you to see what you're missing. You could be in here with me right now, still could if you want to come back. I miss you."

"Well as you can see, I am in the bath too. I miss you too. You are too cute for your own damn good, you know?"

"Yes...yes. I know. That's why I called, so you could see what you're missing."

"As if I don't know! You're killing me here."

"Then come back. There's plenty of room in here for you."

"If I do that, I will never get anything done. How about pick me up tomorrow for lunch and then we can go to your farm like you asked me to?"

Lee made a pouty face. "Ok...pizza sound good?"

"Yessss...perfect. Just like you."

"Hey, before you go, guess what I'm listening to."

"How am I supposed to do that?" you giggled.

"Use that witchy intuition of yours. You always bring the right music out at the right times. Don't think I don't notice that."

"Yeah, but, I can't guess what you're already listening to?"

"Alright...I'll give you a hint. Witchy was one of them. Second clue...you're a woman. Third clue. Did I ever tell you I love eagles and hawks. Most awesome birds. Lots of them around the farm."

Lee set his phone on a stand in front of him and sat up to put his earbuds in, totally mind fucking with you his wet sexy self and he knew it.

He had them so loud, you could hear the song, although you had already guessed it from his clues.

"Witchy Woman haha. Nice."

"It is...it's all about you, you know. You've put some spell on me, I swear."

"You know...the funny part here? Definitely another sign...but...after I first met you, I had just got home from the hospital and was in my room listening to music, and I was thinking about you, wanting to find you to give you your bracelet back and just wanting to see you again so bad... not having a clue in the world who you were but dying to know because you had me spellbound yourself...and I just couldn't understand the control you had over me....and then a song came on...but I'll just let you try and guess it now. The clues are there..."

"Alright my sneaky witchy love, call me in the morning when you get up...and I'll rack my brain to figure it out....and if I guess it, then what?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'll twinkle my nose and strip you naked."

"Holy shit! Well, I better get my thinking cap on!"

You laughed. "I love you, you know. I'll talk to you tomorrow, but if you need me for any reason, call me any time ok? Otherwise, I'll see you in my dreams boyfriend."

"Ooooh... I'll meet you there girlfriend. I love you too beautiful. Goodnight baby."

Lee blew a kiss to you and then hung up after you caught it.

You got out of the bath and texted Orlando again. Something didn't feel right and you couldn't shake it. You got dressed while you waited for a response. Ten minutes later you got one.

"Jo?" you whispered as you read it. "He never calls me that...."

"I gotta go, talk to you later beautiful." Ethan hung up his phone when he saw Orlando. "Give me your phone bro." he demanded in his inebriated state.

"What? Why?"

"Don't fucking ask me why, just give it to me before I take it."

"Fuck man, here! Damn..." Orlando snapped and handed it to him.

Ethan first saw your text.

"Orlando, tell me everything is ok. I know u already did, but..I can't help it. I'm worried about u. Ethan sounded so angry. Please, please text me or call me back, if u can..."

Ethan's face turned dark as he sent a reply to shut you up.

"Hey Jo...I'm fine. Ethan's fine. We're having a great time. No worries. Talk later."

Ethan then went straight for facebook on Orlando's account knowing Lee was on his friends. He had a feeling that since Lee was ignoring him, that he was also hiding things as well. He knew Lee didn't use social media much but he knew you did because he had looked you up the first night he met you and saw that you and Lee were friends and your profile was public. Then, he saw Lee's post and your reply and quickly hit the angry icon without thinking.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!!!" Ethan shouted at the phone as he stood up. "Who does this bitch think she is?? What's so damn special about her huh???!!"

"Bro, what the hell?? What are you flipping your shit about now?"

Ethan swigged back on the whiskey bottle, almost falling over. "As if you don't know! You didn't see Lee's post?? He fucking loves her, or so he thinks, and she said she loves him too!! There goes your chance bro!! but I ain't losing mine!"

"Let me see that." Orlando grabbed his phone back and looked it over. His heart completely shattered as he read it. Orlando knew you both were into each other and that Lee was very different with you, but he never realized it was that serious.

"I fucking told you man!" Ethan yelled as he chugged more of the wicked liquid. "You gonna let him have that cunt huh?? I'm not."

"Don't call her that!!!" Orlando raged.

"Oooooh...looks like I hit a pussy nerve. What the fuck are you going to do about it cunt lover?! The fuck about her got both of your cocks so hard?! Maybe I should go and get a taste to find out."

"Shut your mouth Ethan! If you ever go near her I'll..."

"You'll what!!!" Ethan growled and pinned Orlando against the wall face first.

"Oh look at you man, like father like son. What are you gonna do, fuck me too!! No wonder you like dick."

"You sick little fuck! I bet you'd like that wouldn't ya Lando??? It's all your fucking fault, destroying our family with your lies. Mum hasn't been right since!"

"That's because she knows the truth!"

"If it's so true, then why didn't he do it to me???"

"Didn't he????!! I think we both know the answer to that!"

Ethan spun Orlando around and gutted him, then punched him in the face before hurling him across the kitchen table. When Orlando tried to get up, Ethan kicked him in the stomach and then pulled out his switch blade, pinning Orlando's arm down on the floor one knee, and his other knee shoved into the back of his neck.

"Do you know what I do to little bitches like you?? Huh??!!"

Ethan plunged his knife into his brother's hand and held it there as Orlando wailed in pain.

"Now little bro, let's hope you've learned your lesson to never threaten me. You be good boy now and keep your mouth shut or that little kitten of yours that you love so much might find herself in a burlap bag sinking to the bottom of a river.. Now go clean yourself up, you're bleeding on my fucking floor."

Orlando winced as Ethan withdrew the knife and then he stumbled up to his feet and headed to the bathroom. As he washed his hand, he felt like he was going to be sick. If he tried to do anything, he knew Ethan would make good on his threat against you. All he could do now was suck it up and take it, and for you, he would.

You paced in your room trying to figure out what you should do. What if you were making a big deal out of nothing...but what if you weren't and Orlando was in trouble. You called him this time.

Ethan saw your call and formed a devious grin.

"Hey there Josie girl, what it do??"

"Ethan?? Where's Orlando and why are you answering his phone?"

"Ohhh that, yeah..he's uh...indisposed at the moment...got some girl upstairs last I saw. Guess he didn't like your facebook fluff. I'll tell him you rang. TTFN!"

"Ethan wait...."

He hung up and stomped on Orlando's phone. "Stupid bitch..."

You called right back but it went straight to voicemail, which told you the phone was now off. You checked your facebook really quick and saw that Orlando apparently gave Lee's post an angry reaction. Now you were certain something was wrong because Orlando was not that petulant. You grabbed your keys and headed out, calling Lee on the way but he didn't answer. You figured he must have dozed off in the bath.

"Lee, when you get this, call me asap! I'm on my way to Ethan's. Orlando is there and something is wrong. I'll explain more later."

As you pulled up to the downtown apartment, you could hear the music blaring from it. After knocking on the door repeatedly with no answer, you turned the knob slowly and to your luck, it was not locked. You walked in to see Ethan sleeping in a chair with his back to you and Orlando passed out in a chair across from him with a bloodied and bandaged hand and bruises on his face. Immediately, you called 911 and ran over to Orlando, startling him awake.

"J..Josie?? You..you can't be here! You need to go..now!" he loudly whispered.

Ethan awoke and sprung up, immediately shutting the music off.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" he snapped.

You ignored him as the dispatcher answered. "911 What is your emergency?"

"Yes Hi, I am at 22 Main apartment A and there's been an assault. My friend is wounded and the assailant is still here. Ethan Bloom."

"What the hell, I didn't hurt him! You don't know what you're talking about!" Ethan shouted as he walked towards you.

"Stay the hell back Ethan! Get away from him!" you commanded as you held your hand out in front of you, standing before a dazed and confused Orlando.

"Orlando man, tell her she's wrong bro!" Ethan pleaded as he became highly agitated and gave Orlando a threatening look.

Orlando became dizzy and fell back into the chair, unable to think clearly at the moment.

"Hey, Orlando?? Stay with me ok? They're on the way. You're going to be alright."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Josie!"

"Don't you move!!"

"Ok this is NOT what it looks like, Orlando...PLEASE tell the truth!"

"The truth is pretty fucking clear Ethan! You been doing this to him for awhile. The bruises that are always on him and what the hell did you do to his hand??! Look at him! He can't even stand up or speak!"

"Tell her Orlando! Tell her how you suffer from major depression and ptsd. Tell her how you don't take your meds and you drink all the time. Tell her that your injuries are self inflicted!"

You laughed sarcastically. "You expect me to believe he hurts himself??!!!"

"I do. I watched him tonight. He stabbed his own hand. He had some meltdown over some post of yours and Lee's. He does this shit all the time. Tellllll her Landy!"

Orlando stared at Ethan with both rage and fear in his eyes, for he knew if he told the truth, Ethan would find a way to hurt you, even if he was put in jail. He knew his brother had connections and wasn't willing to chance it....and he now knew without a shadow of a doubt, that Ethan purposely tried to run you and Lee off the road.

The sirens could be heard outside as the Salem police wasted no time responding to assault calls.

"In here! That's him, right there! I think he has a knife!" you blurted out to the cops.

"Do you have a weapon on you sir!" the officer asked as he kept his hand on his holster.

"Well...yeah...I do but....look, it's right here..."

Ethan went to out it out and the officer drew his gun. "Put your hands where I can see them. Now!"

He put his hands over his head as he gave another death glare to Orlando. The officer searched him and removed the knife from his pocket."

"Look man, like I tried to tell Josie here. Orlando took my knife and he stabbed his own hand!! He has mental problems and is off his meds."

"You shut up! You did this to him!"

"Sir...can you tell me what happened?" the officer asked Orlando. You watched as his eyes first went to Ethan's and then lowered. "Sir, did this man assault you?"

"I...I..."

Orlando leaned forward and became sick and then he almost passed out.

"Where's the ambulance?? He needs help, he's lost a lot of blood...and I think he was beaten too." you frantically said as you noticed blood now dripping down his fingers out of the saturated bandage.

More sirens were heard as an ambulance then pulled up.

"They're here now Ma'am." the cop said and then turned to Ethan.

"What's your name sir?"

"Ethan Bloom."

The officer turned him around and placed handcuffs on him.

"Ethan Bloom, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand the rights that have just been explained to you?"

"Yes man but...I'm his brother man. I know him more than any of you. He did this. He will tell you when he can. I know he will...right Landy?"

"Stop it! You're coercing him." you snapped.

"Did anyone here hear me threaten him?? NO! You'll see Josie....you'll see..." Ethan said with an eerie smirk as they took him away.

The EMT's tended to Orlando as you tried calling Lee again. Finally he answered, sounding half asleep. As soon as you told him what happened, he jumped up and got dressed and told you he would meet you at the hospital.

"Orlando? Sweetheart, can you hear me?" you asked as you knelt down beside him. He was so out of it, but he managed to look at you and lightly smiled. "They're going to take you to the hospital ok?"

He understood that and panicked, grabbing your hand. "Don't...don't...go...."

"Shhh... I will be right there, I promise. I will not leave you."

"Can I please ride with him?? He's so disoriented." you then asked one of the EMT's.

They approved it and placed him on the wheeled stretcher, then took him out as you followed beside him, holding his good hand and talking to him to keep him calm.

The entire ride, Orlando was quite incoherent and your blood was boiling that Ethan would blame this on his own brother because you knew better. How could he do this to him?? and why?? Orlando looked so vulnerable and it broke your heart. All you could think of was what if you hadn't of went over? You stroked Orlando's hair while you watched the EMT keep monitoring his vitals, praying Orlando would eventually incriminate Ethan as his attacker, but mostly praying that he would be alright....and you could not wait to be in Lee's arms......

@redeemer46

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Children | Music

The Bats weren’t really music people. Bruce didn’t really care about it, Dick preferred to be the one making the noice, Jason favored quiet for his reading, Tim was just too busy to listen, and Damien… well. League of Assassins: not really the forefront on the ‘hobby’ department.

So when a social worker had shown up with a feral, black haired, sometimes-blue-sometimes-Lazarus-green eyed kid, who was apparently Bruce’s cousin’s son, nobody expected that to change. He was quiet, refused to look anybody in the face, and hid in his room and only came out to eat.

Of course, considering the horrible way all his family and friends had died, and the downright abusive godfather he was removed from two months later after a very public breakdown, nobody blamed him. They had all quickly resolved to leave him alone until he was ready. (Well, mostly all. The others kept their own feral green-eyed kid in line until he got the message.)

That went on for about a week, with the kid, Danny, slowly coming out more and more, a lot like a stray cat. By the second week, he would eat meals with them rather than take his plate back upstairs, to appear magically in the sink sometime afterwords, right before Alfred would load them into the dishwasher.

A few days after the meals, he started answering innocuous questions like ‘what did you do today’ and ‘what’s your opinion on this show?’. Slowly, slowly, Danny learned that they were trustworthy, and started appearing during movies and game nights and on one memorable occasion a month in, joined in on the prank war Steph started, and subsequently won.

(They suspected, based on some of those pranks, that Danny was a meta. Some sort of invisibility and density shifting, from what Barbara found on the cameras afterwords. There was no record of him having been tested for it before, and, well… it wouldn’t be the first time a traumatic event activated someone’s meta-gene.)

So, even with all of that, he was still a pretty quiet kid. Which is why, five weeks after Danny came to live with them, they were all so surprised to hear loud, gothic music blaring out of his room. Like, really loud.

For most of the day. Also for that whole time, never once did Danny leave his room. Not for food, or movie night, or even when Jason intentionally dropped a millipede down Steph’s shirt right outside his door. There was just loud goth music, from 8:00 am until they left for patrol around 9:00 pm.

When they returned a little after 3:00, Alfred informed them that the music had suddenly cut off right at midnight, and Danny had then appeared in the kitchen, eyes red and face swollen in the way that meant a long time crying. He’d grabbed an apple, some granola bars, and at Alfred’s insistence two sandwiches and a large Gatorade before disappearing back into his room.

The next morning, at breakfast, they’d all pretended it didn’t happen. Apparently, the universe decided that the choice of a bunch of detective vigilantes to not invade someone’s privacy was deserving of a reward, because halfway through their meal Danny had set his fork down, taken a deep, slow breath, and said into the hushed room,

“Yesterday was my friend Sam’s birthday. She would’ve been 15. She was super goth, and hated that her parents would dress her up in bright frilly dresses whenever they dragged her along to some gala or rich-person event. Whenever they’d make a comment about me, or my pa-parents, she’d invite me and T- Tucker over and we’d help her pick out the loudest, gothiest music and jud-judge what outfits to buy online by how much her parents would hate them. She- she and Tucker were my only friends since we moved to Amity in first grade. Everyone else thought that because my parents were weird I was too but Tucker was nerdy and Sam was just Sam so we migrated together and stayed and now they’re gone because of me and I—“

He’d gasped, desperately, tears streaming down his face and everybody had moved as the well-trained unit they were, despite all their differences.

20 minutes later, the movie room had been requisitioned for a giant nest of pillows and blankets, and everyone piled in. There was hot cocoa and fresh-baked warm cookies and hugs and confessions. Bruce snuck away just long enough to task Cyborg with looking into the GIW and Amity Park’s ghost problem. Jason discovered that the Pit goes from pissed wolverine to cuddly kitten if he held Danny close. So of course he cuddles right in, just for the Pit, no other reason, ignore the hair petting and the weird purring sound he made.

Eventually, they’ll all have to get up. Some to work, others to work, and others still for various other activities and responsibilities.

But that’s later.

For now, they comfort a grieving kid, and, maybe, plot the downfall of a certain Fruitloop.

[stiffyck]

Wait wait wait wait. No respawn?? Excuse me???!!!

The idea of respawn suddenly not working is tragic in any world, barring maybe hardcore players but it's still generally accepted among fanon that you just respawn in like the hub or smth, but imagine in a place like hermitcraft?? Nobody would have any reason to suspect that they just- wouldn't respawn. And they die all the time there for the most random reasons. Someone wants spoopy decorations? Decapitation. Someone gets a little annoyed? A quick kill instantly resolves the issue. Just bored and wanting to mess with your friends? Randomly oneshot them! So someone could easily kill someone as a joke, and the other just- wouldn't respawn. And oh my god would that be tragic.

Combine that tragedy of an au with a character like Scar or Jimmy that the fandom regularly uses as a punching bag for all sorts of self-worth issues?

Combine that once again with phantom Scar that likely already feels absolutely terrible whenever his instincts take over and he kills one of his friends that hasn't been sleeping??

It's 11:33 pm. I should not be allowed to do this, I'm gonna make myself cry if I don't stop soon.

YEA YEA YEA

Scar feeling so guilty. Even if no one really blames him, he blames himself. He knows that no one knew the respawn would stop working, he knows anyone could have killed someone in that moment.

But he also knows how tense everyone is around him. He knows the looks he gets. They all say they dont blame him but they do.