#fair winds wednesday

[the-furthest-city-light]

another wip wednesday my friends (I've definitely been working dilligently on new seas ahead and not two other fics, yup)

[reiding-writing]

AHHHHH UNSUB READERRRR such an elite concept, could I maybe request soccer calling her post transfer just to talk to her?? of maybe the team catching wind that he's been in contact with her after the case??

THE PHONE CALLS

spencer & gn!unsub!reader || 0.9k || bloodied roses event!!

WARNINGS: just morgan prying and getting absolutely nowhere with it

a/n — ik it was just a typo but calling spencer ‘soccer’ had me laughing for like five minutes thanks for making my day 😭🙏

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Spencer had spent a lot of time on his phone recently.

An abnormally long amount of time for somebody who’s sworn off technology in favour of the more ‘traditional’ methods of doing things.

5PM. On the dot. Every single Wednesday. Rain or shine, office or case, Spencer Reid was talking to somebody over the phone.

There were a few theories floating around.

A hidden partner? Almost immediately shot down with how rigorously timed the calls were.

His mom? She had just as much of a hatred of phones as he did, and everyone knew he sent her letters every day anyway.

A doctor maybe? A therapist? A librarian from somewhere in rural Russia that had the singular print of some random piece of literature that Spencer was trying to get his hands on?

It was honestly anyone’s guess.

The fact that he was being oddly secretive about it wasn’t helping anything either.

It was like he was scared of the team finding out. What was there to be ‘scared’ of? They we’re practically family, he surely knew that they wouldn’t judge him for whatever it was, so why was he keeping everything under lock and key?

Hotch told people that they should just leave it, that he’s entitled to his privacy and doesn’t have to tell anyone anything that he doesn’t want to. But that doesn’t exactly fair too well when you’re talking to a group of people who analyse human behaviour for a living. And Hotch wasn’t even following his own advice.

And Hotch wasn’t even following his own advice.

“That’s good, that’s great news,”

Spencer wasn’t exactly quiet either.

He’d practically barricaded himself in the break room to be able to take the call privately, but his voice was still easily heard through the glass, and it wasn’t exactly helping to dim the over-active curiosity of his teammates.

“You know what I mean, it’s progress, it shows that they’re trusting you,”

His pacing also left something to be desired, rhythmic and almost mechanical like it was a way for Spencer to blow off whatever nervous tension had built up during the course of the phone call.

“Alright, yeah, I’ll speak to you next week okay?” A small pause. “Okay, bye,”

Most of the team scrambled to make themselves look busy as Spencer pocket his phone and emerged from behind his self-imposed glass wall, but there was always one who didn’t know how to follow a crowd.

“Alright, you’ve kept your secrets long enough, who is it genius?” Morgan’s voice wasn’t accusatory as it was curious, and he gestures outwards for Spencer’s answer. One that doesn’t come.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I talk to a lot of different people,” He re-takes his seat as his desk with a small shrug, lips awkwardly pressed into a line.

“You take the same phone call every single week at the same exact time, that’s not ‘a lot’ of people pretty boy, it’s one,” Morgan leans forward in his chair, elbows on the table. “So, who is it? A girlfriend?”

“No—” Spencer shakes his head almost too quickly.

“A boyfriend?”

“No it’s not—” Spencer sighs exaggeratedly. “It’s nothing like that, it’s just an acquaintance,”

“An acquaintance you talk to every single week no matter what, even when we’re in the middle of a case,”

“I like having a fit schedule,”

Morgan shakes his head with a laugh. “Nothing about this job is ‘scheduled’ Reid, you’re telling me you only keep a schedule when it comes to this specific acquaintance of yours?” His raises his eyebrow unbelievingly, but Spencer doesn’t back down from his stance.

“They have a much stricter schedule than I do, we talk when they’re available,”

Morgan gives a small breathy laugh and a slow, almost mocking nod. “Right, sure,”

“I’m telling you the truth, I don’t know what else you want,” Spencer shrugs again, this time with a small air of exasperation.

He wasn’t technically lying. You did have a strict schedule at the facility you’d been moved to, and you used the one phone call you had a week so that you could speak to him. He wouldn’t want you to waste it by him not picking up. That wouldn’t be fair.

“Whatever you say pretty boy,” Morgan fiddles with the pen in his hand before pointing it across the bullpen in Spencer’s direction. “But rest assured, I will find out who you’re talking to, even if it means having Garcia hack into your phone records,”

Spencer hopes for both of your sakes that Morgan doesn’t find out who he’s talking to.

Although the threat of Garcia didn’t really hold any value, not that Morgan knew that. All they would find was a psychiatric institute, and for all he could’ve been speaking to absolutely anyone there, patient or staff.

So for the time being, your weekly talks remained something kept held close to his chest, something that would hopefully stay that way indefinitely.

[ladykailitha]

Paper Hearts Part 6

The sequel is coming along great I just have one more part to do and it'll be done. Sweet Home Indiana is nearing its end too.

Heads up! I will be going on vacation on Tuesday and won't be back until next week. So no WIP Wednesday this week as that is the day of my niece's graduation and I will be away from laptop all day.

I will still be uploading chapters and should be able to do WIP Wednesday next week. But if not I'll let you know.

In this we have the Corroded Coffin boys being silly and a wild Dustin appears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

****

Eddie rolled up to band practice fashionably late as always. The other three boys were doing a sound check and making sure everything was in order.

Gareth looked up first. “Did you bring the hearts?” he asked excitedly.

Eddie held up his bag and the other boys cheered.

“So how are we going to do this?” Eddie asked flopping on the sofa after gently setting his sweetheart to the side. “Do we want to do the hearts first or practice first?”

They all look around at each for a moment.

“Let’s get the heart thing out of the way,” Jeff suggested, “get it out of the way so we can focus on practicing.”

“Sounds good to me, man,” Gareth said. “In case practice runs over or some shit.”

Eddie pulled his backpack closer and began digging through it. He pulled out the hearts that he’d put in a plastic baggie so they wouldn’t get bent in the maw that was his bag.

He tossed the bag onto the table in front of them and then dug around for his notebook. He pulled it out with a bunch of pens.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured, “but I’d recommend changing up your handwriting a couple of times so he doesn’t realize they’re from the same four people.”

“We were doing anonymous and initials, right?” Brian asked, picking up the bag and opening it up.

Eddie lit up, a huge smile on his face. “I actually had an idea about that. I was thinking of famous groups with four dudes in it and I thought it would be hilarious if we mixed it up a bit with some of those to avoid the whole repetition thing.”

Jeff licked his top lip. “Show us what you’ve got,” he said jutting out his chin.

He opened up his notebook and flipped to the right page. “Alright, so I was thinking the Three Musketeers plus D’Artagnan.”

“Who would be who?” Gareth asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Gareth is absolutely D’Artagnan,” Brian said without hesitation. “No question.”

Jeff straightened up and looked over at him in confusion. “Why’s that?”

“Because my dearest Jeffy,” Eddie said with a grin, “because he’s the youngest and not an original member. Therefore D’Artagnan.”

Gareth and Brian glanced at each. Brian shrugged and Gareth blinked a moment or two before he shrugged, too.

“Yeah, that tracks.”

“I’ll take Aramis,” Eddie said with a grin. “The smooth talker with religious trauma.”

The other boys just cackled.

“I’ll be Porthos,” Brian said. “The compulsive liar with a flare for the dramatic.”

“Why am I left with the dude with serious romantic wo–” Jeff stopped. “Right, scratch that. I’m Athos.”

They cackled again. Eddie had had some wild crushes, but it was nothing on Jeff. He even had a slightly tragic love story. He’d actually dated Vicki Carmichael before she became a popular kid and hanging out with Steve’s crowd. They had both loved metal music, but Jeff was pretty sure she stopped listening to it once she joined the cool kids.

“And I have a list of other ones too,” Eddie said breaking into the resulting silence. “The four winds from Greek mythology. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...um...let’s see...” he looked at the notebook again. “The members of Metallica. The four horsemen of the apocalypse–”

Jeff winced. “Probably not that one, man. It’s for Valentine’s day and that kinda screams the opposite.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and then scratched out that idea. “Fair enough.”

“The four hobbits from Lord of the Rings?” Gareth suggested.

“Yes!” Brian cried. “I get to be Samwise!”

Jeff cackled. “Gareth and Eddie are sooo Merry and Pippin!”

“Oh god! Yes! Which one is which, though?” Brian said joining in the laughter.

“I’m Merry, of course,” Eddie said proudly. “I’m the instigator and Gareth goes where I lead.”

Gareth grumped in the corner, crossing his arms and glaring at all of them. “But that makes Jeff Frodo though.”

Jeff straightened up, smug. “I could handle that.”

Eddie shook his head at his friends. “All right, also on my list are the Ghostbusters and The A-Team.”

The other boys shook their heads at either suggestion but they had a pretty good list anyway. Plus their D&D names sprinkled in here and there and they’ve got in the bag.

They spent the next half hour coming up with nice things about Steve. Eddie did have nix a couple of their ideas because they came off as stalker-esque. Which was not the look they were going for.

****

To say that Eddie got a kick out of seeing Steve light up every time he opened his locker and more pink hearts fluttered out of it was an understatement.

The goofy smile the former jock got on his face was worth every second of the time they’d spent on the project.

And it was working, too. That was the really impressive part.

Even Tommy H. was baffled.

“How the hell are you getting so many pink hearts, Harrington?” he said on Friday, just four days into Eddie’s plan.

Steve shrugged in that dorky way that made Eddie’s heart stop. “I guess people are deciding to hell with social constructs and stupid cliques and are telling me even if they don’t dare to be open about that they still like me.”

Tommy’s mouth open and closed like a goldfish then he turned around and stormed off.

Eddie lean against the lock above Steve. “Back to being king again, huh, Stevie?”

“Not really,” he said, closing his locker and standing up. “Most of them are anonymous or fake names. But there are a few that real names.”

“You think someone is stuffing the ballot box as it were?” Eddie asked, worried the jig was up.

Steve shook his head. “At least I don’t think so. But it’s sad that they think they have to hide who they are to tell me that they still think I’m a cool dude or whatever.”

“For what it’s worth,” Eddie said, pushing off from the locker, “I think you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Steve blushed and mumbled his thanks.

God, did Eddie just want to bite those flushed cheeks. They were just too cute.

“It’s worth a lot, actually,” Steve whispered. He stood up and shouldered his backpack. “Catch you later, Eds.”

Shit that little nickname had Eddie’s heart doing overtime.

****

Steve was outside the middle school waiting for Dustin to come out. His mom had asked Steve to pick him because she had to stay after hours at work for a meeting.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he hummed to the music in his head. He could have turned on the radio but Dustin hated his music didn’t like him blaring it for the whole school to hear.

His eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror to see his backpack on the backseat. He wanted to go over the ones he got today. There had been some really good ones. Ones that melted his insides and turned them to goo.

He bit his lip and checked the mirror again. He looked at his watch and he still had a couple minutes until the bell rang.

Steve whirled around and grabbed the bag. He ripped it open and pulled out his trapper keeper. Tucked in the front pocket were the hearts. He ran his fingers over the outline the hearts made on the plastic pocket.

He pulled out the hearts and read over each one. Tracing the names of the givers, thinking about each name and wondering where they were from.

There was a thump on his window startling him. He looked up to see Dustin making faces at him through the glass.

Steve shook his head and unlocked the passenger door to let the twerp in.

“Looking at pink hearts, Steve?” Dustin asked with the shake of his head. “So pathetic.”

Steve rolled his eyes and tried to put the hearts back in the folder, but Dustin snatched them from him and wouldn’t let him take them back.

“Come on, man!” Steve whined. “They’re none of your business.”

“I want to see which girls are giving the Steve Harrington Valentine’s hearts,” Dustin said, wagging his eyebrows.

“Dude, give it up,” he growled. “The pink hearts are friendship hearts, the red ones are the romantic ones. So give it back.”

The younger teen cocked his head to the side and said, “No.”

Steve folded his arms and glared at him.

“Aren’t you going to take me home?” Dustin asked after they sat in silence for a minute or two.

“Not until you give them back.”

Dustin just shrugged. “It’s your funeral if we get home after my mom does.”

Steve threw his arms in the air, but turned the engine and started the car toward the Hendersons.

“These are actually really sweet, Steve,” Dustin said after a couple of minutes. “I like the idea of friendship hearts. That way you don’t accidentally send the wrong message.”

Steve just shrugged.

“You do know that some of these are fake names, right?”

Steve rolled his eyes and dared to look over at him. “Yes, of course I do. I am familiar with D’Artagnan after you named a fucking demodog after him, thanks.”

Dustin cocked his head to the side and then shrugged. “That’s fair. What you probably don’t know is that Aramis, Porthos, and Athos are the names of the Three Musketeers.”

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “That’s cool.” They hit a stop sign and Steve looked over and pulled out one. “What about this one? Tommy H. thinks it’s short for Kassie, but none of the girls at our school spell it like that.”

Dustin took the heart and looked at it. “Kas. Kas. Yeah, okay. That does sound familiar. Can I get back to you on that one?”

“Sure thing, bud.”

Steve pulled up to curb to let Dustin out. “You got your key? If you don’t, you can hang out with me until your mom gets home.”

Dustin began rummaging around in his bag and Steve snatched the hearts away before he could bend them.

The kid pulled out his keys with a triumphant, “Eureka!”

Steve shook his head. “You are such a dweeb. Go on, get.”

“Bye, Steve!”

“Next time say thank you, asshole!” Steve called out the window.

Dustin turned around and gave him the double middle finger.

Steve shook his head and drove off. Why he loved that kid, he had no idea.

When he got home he pulled out the little notebook and placed the pink hearts in with the rest. All but the one from Kas. Those he kept in his wallet. He really couldn’t place why. There was just something about what they said that made him feel warm and not in the fuzzy friendship way that the others did.

There was the first one:

-Stevie I like the way you’re kind even when it doesn’t benefit you. Kas

Which Steve loved but the others were just as sweet.

-Stevie You have a great laugh, you don’t have to hide it. Kas

-Stevie That shirt today really brings out the color in your eyes. Kas

And Steve’s personal favorite:

-Stevie Each day is brighter because you’re in it. Kas

There was one for each day he got hearts in his locker so he assumed it was all the same person.

He slid it next to the other three hearts in the billfold portion of his wallet and put the wallet next to his keys on his desk. Then he put the little notebook back, careful to make sure it was well hidden.

He wasn’t sure what his dad would do about the mementos but Steve really didn’t want to find out.

He was really going to miss getting the hearts over the weekend. They really had become the highlight of his day.

He sighed and buckled down to work on his homework. It wasn’t as though he had anything better to do with his time. He wasn’t invited to any parties, he didn’t have friends to hang out with, and the people who would hang with him were fourteen year olds and they all had bedtimes.

He briefly thought about calling Eddie, but the guy had friends, unlike Steve and was probably doing something with them. Probably that nerd game that Eddie had a club for.

He buried his head in his hands.

Steve sighed. Fuck his life was depressing as shit.

With another sigh, he resigned himself to another lonely weekend.

****

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Imagine the firsts getting competitive over queens blood

Why Queen's Blood Is Banned From SOLDIER, A List

• Some people don't know how to play fair and make up rules on the spot, which results in arguments between opponents. One time Zack made up the rule that slapping down three cactuar cards automatically wins the game, and Kunsel was so enraged he shoved a cactuar card down Zack's throat.

• Some people⏤Sephiroth⏤are too good at QB and and it angers others who don't stand a chance against them, leading to cheating accusations. This came after Angeal was so convinced Sephiroth was cheating that he called the police. This resulted in Lazard having to explain to the dispatched officers that the "cheating" in question was because of QB and not Sephiroth cheating on his apparent lover Angeal.

• Some people⏤Genesis⏤don't know how to lose, which turns the above point violent. Genesis has been known to throw entire decks out the window and set them on fire if he loses. If he loses to Sephiroth, guarantee the table will be broken in half and they end up on the ground in a fist fight.

• Sephiroth lost to Genesis once and Genesis never let him forget it, bringing it up in every conversation. Sephiroth grew tired of this, so he did the healthy thing and attempted to staple Genesis's mouth shut.

• The matches take too long because no one wants to lose, so they spend time planning their moves and strategies. One match between Angeal and Zack took three hours, they skipped a giant mission they had been prepping for weeks for, Lazard had a heart attack, and in the end Zack realized he had spent three hours pouring his concentration into the game for nothing. He had to be sedated.

• The Counterfeit Booster Pack Fiasco: Kunsel started selling shady "limited edition" QB decks behind Lazard's back⏤selling things is also banned from the 49th floor. They started selling like hot cakes, but Lazard caught wind that there was something going on. So he interrogated Sephiroth.

Lazard: I know that there's unauthorized goods being distributed amongst the program.

Sephiroth: You don't say.

Lazard: Tell me what it is.

Sephiroth: How would I know?

Lazard: Eyewitnesses claim to have seen you purchase something from Kunsel in the men's bathroom this morning.

Sephiroth, not thinking AT ALL: It was candy.

• And that's why sniffer dogs were brought in at 9 AM on a Wednesday and everyone had to do a drug test.

• Random people pop in at random times of the day to play against SOLDIERs. Reno uses this as a way to bet money and has scammed Zack out of three paychecks already. Cloud swings by on occasion to beat all three 1sts, enjoy watching them lose, and leaves.

• Deck theft runs rampant. Every day there are reports over stolen QB decks and accusations that have ruined several friendships, which hinders everyone's ability to work together. No one is safe. Sephiroth's deck got stolen, Genesis's deck got stolen, Angeal accused Sephiroth and Genesis of theft, Zack....has a suspicious amount of good cards.

• People play when they should be working.

Lazard: Angeal, where's your mission report?

Angeal: Genesis ate it.

Lazard: Excuse me?

Angeal: I beat Sephiroth in a QB match and Genesis was so jealous and enraged he grabbed the report right off my desk and chewed off a chunk.

Lazard: I'm convinced that there's crack in those apples.

• The straw that broke the camel's back and got QB officially banned, though, was the match between Sephiroth and Genesis that ended in them getting stitches because they discovered a way to effectively stab each other with the cards.

• Its rumored that the mere mention of Queen's Blood is enough to make Lazard have a nervous breakdown.

[anaer]

wip wednesday (june 26 24)

Sukugo, domestic crack rating: about as wholesome as these two get

No one understands how their relationship works. Megumi knows better than to ask questions. Yuuta is just happy that his sensei has someone. The less said about Uraume the better. And Yuuji…well, Yuuji is always some blend of horrified and relieved every time Satoru makes any offhanded mention of his personal life these days.

Satoru once overheard Nobara say to Maki, “I wanna say it’s abusive, but honestly, I’m not even sure who’s abusing who.” He had laughed very loudly at that, and Nobara has, to this day, never looked more embarrassed.

That about sums up everyone else’s thoughts on the perfect disaster that is Gojo Satoru’s attempt at dating Ryoumen Sukuna, though. The only person who actually has the balls to comment on his relationship is, predictably, Suguru.

“Really?” Satoru’s (former) best friend says when he picks up his phone. Not even the decency for a hello. “The King of Curses?”

“Go choke on balls,” Satoru replies easily. “You can’t judge me. You ran a fucking cult.” He hangs up the phone on him.

Suguru calls back.

“And he fucks better than you ever did, too,” Satoru answers to say, and then hangs up again.

Suguru texts: don’t complain to me when you wind up dead.

Satoru replies: jokes on u he’s already killed me twice already.

It’s a complicated relationship, what exists between Satoru and Sukuna.

To be fair, Satoru hadn’t intended to start fucking the worst curse in all history. His plan, when fluke accident by curse user had split the old bastard from Yuuji, had been to kill him. It wasn’t a surprise that Sukuna was really fucking hard to kill, though, and it was even less of a surprise that killing things makes Satoru horny. It turns out they have a lot in common that way. They’d fought, then they’d been making out all of a sudden, and then Sukuna in all his naked, four-armed glory was on top of him, and then—

Well, he’d woken up breathing after. Satoru is still a little pissed that Sukuna killed him when they were done, even if it had been hot.

Even if he’s discovered his soulmate.

Sukuna hates it when Satoru says sappy shit like ‘soulmate’, but Satoru conveniently doesn’t give two fucks what Sukuna thinks about anything. He does, unfortunately, care what Yuuji thinks, though. It is for that reason less than ideal that their affair was discovered like this:

“Gojo-sensei?!” Yuji exclaims. The next second, hands over his eyes, he’s crying. “Why? Why? Why?”

Satoru shoves Sukuna off of him, shooting him a very pointed look that screams, ‘If you try to kill him, I’m going to tear your dick off.’

“Yuuji-kun!” he greets overexuberantly, scrambling to sit up on his desk. He does not scramble for his pants because it does not cross his mind, but later on he realises Yuuji probably would have appreciated that. “Did you need something? Okay, I know this probably looks very weird to you, but don’t mind Sukuna. I know I said I was going to kill him, and I am! He’s just—”

Sukuna, predictably, tries to murder Yuuji before Satoru can even finish talking.

Yuuji squawks as he finds himself teleported out of harm’s way, and Satoru levels Sukuna with an extremely disappointed look. “Was that necessary?” he demands. “Look, you broke half the school buildings!” There is a direct view outside now. And straight to the field, three buildings over. If Satoru cares to look, he can see the second years staring in this direction in alarm. “Yaga’s gonna make me pay for that.” It’s a whine, but it’s deserved.

Sukuna scoffs at him. “Then kill him,” he says bluntly.

“Killing everything doesn’t actually solve all your problems, you know.”

“It shuts you up when you’re being annoying.” Sukuna crosses all four of his arms, and Satoru has called that pouting to his face before.

Right now, Satoru just shoots back, “And yet I’m still not dead.” He leans over to bop Sukuna on the nose and laughs, turning back to Yuuji. “He's adorable.”

“What the fuck,” Yuuji continues to cry. “What the fuck is happening?”

Right, Satoru reminds himself. Yuuji does not and has never considered Ryoumen Sukuna adorable.

Sukuna unfolds his arms and drops a hand on Satoru’s head, half useless threat to tear it off (impossible, but funny to think about), half ruffling his hair. “It’s truly astonishing to me you have the gall to call me adorable, as if you haven’t looked in a mirror lately.”

Satoru beams.

Yuuji sobs. “What is HAPPENING?!”

This is how Satoru ends up with Yaga droning at him for two hours about things that are and are not meant to happen inside of a classroom, and that finding out your teacher is fucking the evil thousand year old curse-sorcerer who had possessed you for the past few months is one of them, or so Yaga repeatedly attempts to impress upon Satoru in between all the shouting and lecturing.

[bon2bonn]

Change of winds

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.2k .

* I'm so sorry for the long delay 🙏🏻 💔 . 💀🤦🏻‍♀️Life is shit in general and I can't finish any of my WIP list , so this might be the last update for a while until I could make/find the time to breathe and get some proper writing done .

2.october

Stretching after a long dreadful meeting was the first thing she did once everyone dismissed themselves out of the room , suppressing a yawn by covering her mouth as she leaned back in her chair in exhaustion . Today was a full schedule and that means back to back meetings along with legal and audit reviews of months worth of work , not to mention the preparations for upcoming events and gala's due to end of year celebrations back in headquarters .

To say her schedule was packed would be an understatement, but she made sure to not overwhelm herself and made time to check on the guys . she hated how they all got distracted by their busy schedules and lives in general, now they barely got a chance to meet eachother at their Spare time, and that was hard on all of them , the transition of going from spending most of their time working together even spending their off time close by to separate across the globe with them traveling constantly and her tucked away from one meeting to another not to mention the different timezones far away from their reach .

They still made the effort to call and leave voice messages daily, keeping her up with what's happening on the grid, and she in return left them all with voice messages and calls before every race , wishing them luck and a safe drive , religiously tuning in to every quali and race despite the time gaps and the work load , even indulging her now employees to enjoy the sport too , unknown to them how she herself used to race not long ago , some even recognized her but kept quiet out of respect to not get her unwanted attention, so she made most of the time to distract herself from the pit of uneasiness growing in her chest , and her almost overflowing schedule helped in that aspect.

A light knock snapped her out, followed by her assistant Lauren who peeked her head in , giving her an apologetic look making her sigh deeply before ushering her in " what now? " Lauren winced as she briefed her on the situation " you remember Mr Solly ? , head of the Australian branch is outside waiting on for an urgent meeting, something to do with the recent changes regarding the finance and marketing department " she tilted her head at the name " he came all the way to France to complain?" Lauren just nod not knowing what to say, making her huff a laugh " that's dedication, I'll give him that " taking a quick glance at her watch she then decided "Alright, I have 20 minutes before the next meeting so send him in , and please make sure to send out the Japanese deadline notice before we head to Montreal " Lauren nods as she typed on her pad then handed her the next meeting files " this will be our final meeting for the French branch , tomorrow will be field day and you have an appearance at Paris d'or gala , then you're free till Wednesday night , we'll be heading to Spain for the launch then we'll fly to Montreal form there before heading to New York on the 13th " she slumped over the desk dramatically , Groaning as she grumbled " and I thought my media duties were torturous " making Lauren remember " by the way the new Media team are going to attend the event tomorrow evening and will accompany us through the rest of the way back to UK " she snapped her head at the news " what!? , no no no " Lauren nod at her miserable face " yes, be grateful they're not following you everyday" , she straightened her posture and nods " if they try to get on my nerves I'm ditching them for good " Lauren nods in agreement " fair enough " then she made way to the door , letting Mr Solly in before closing it behind her .

The man walked in confidently with a certain look in his eyes, one she saw too many times to recognise with ease, he was sizing her and at the same time giving off the illusion of power , of having the upper hand over the situation, and she wanted to see the show he was trying to put up to it's end so she held her tongue as she greeted him " Mr Solly, you're a long way from Australia" he nods stoically " Ms L/N, I apologize for the inconvenience , I know how demanding your schedule is these days " she gave him a bored look " good to see we both think of it the same way " , her statement made him clench his hands but he kept his cool and proceeded " well , it's about the financial arrangements you installed previously and we see that they're a bit , extreme " she leveled him with a raised eyebrow " and may I ask who is we? " He cleared his throat " well the .... The directors and ..." She didn't waste time listening to his lame excuses " if my memory serves me right , and it does. The 'arrangements' as you called them were approved by the board members along with the department manager himself and the shareholders " his breath hitched and she didn't stop there " these arrangements came in time with various complaints from within the department about missing numbers from the accounts and they're not just small undetected numbers, they're big Mr Solly, too big to get swiped aside as human error or collateral casualty, so I'm asking you directly Mr Solly, do you have something to say? " , he clenched his jaw before he gritted out " what are you insinuating? " She leaned back on her chair with a wide grin " I'm not insinuating anything Mr Solly, I'm just asking obvious questions? But you seems to already know the answers " , He straightened his back and dropped his fake smile " you have no idea how things work, this is bigger than you , you think you can just come in and run around as you please just cause you're sitting on that chair? It's only a matter of time before everything crumbles because of your ignorance , you won't be smiling then " , she feigned surprise " are you threatening me Mr Solly? " He seemed satisfied with her reaction as he smugly answered " no , I'm simply enlightening you " she shook her head in boredom, staking her files and intertwined her hands on top of the stak giving him a wide smile unfazed by his falling apart façade " then let me enlight you in return , in two weeks time will be the next evaluation, I'll expect one of two things when I turn up by then , either your full report along with the missing accounts and data or your resignation letter, it's up to you to choose which one I'll be receiving first " .

She stood with a silent huff , not giving him space to react or answer back to the accusations and collected her files " now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be , I'm sure you know your way out " she made her way to the door and left like nothing happened.

The man was at the point beyond seething, he screamed at the empty chair, slamming his hands on the desk and proceeded to kick at chair before him . She stood by Lauren's desk, not bothering to glance at the closed door where the shouts of anger radiates off " charge him if he damaged anything and be sure to have at least one of the security to..... help him out if needed , and let me know if Martin call back or send the files I asked about " with a final nod she made her way to the next meeting .

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Posted Tuesday , 4.oct .2022

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4.october 2022

Letting a chuckled at her frowning face , then shared an amused grin over her head with Sergio who extended his arm out for her to hold into " I thought you'd be more hungover than this " , she gave him a hard glare reaching blindly to smack him as she replied emphasizing with each smack " and I thought you'd be nicer " he dodged the last one groaning as he held his wounded shoulder from her assault " you ditched me for months!! and when you show up you hit me !? " She shrugged " I'm suffering and you're the one responsible for it so you have to suffer too " she turned to Sergio who was now laughing at their fight while kylian scoffed at her "it's not my fault you drink like a bottomless pit ! I told you to slow down !" She turned her head back to scowl at him " I was nervous!! and you dared me to drink half of what we had!" He looked away at her accusations finding interest in the ceiling , away from her glaring eyes .

She rolled her eyes and asked " where's Leo ? He's my favourite anyway, and he's for sure nicer than you " he pouted and made his way behind her to wrap his arms around in a tight hug, swaying them from side to side as he whined " I thought I was your favourite?! " She held his arms with one of her hands while she used the other to reach back to give him a hard pinch on his side " not when you're amplifying my headache " making him yelp in pain and flinch away holding his side " fuck! " , she ignored him and turned to Sergio who was holding back his laugh and raised an eyebrow at him with her eyes narrowed " you want one ? " He backed away raising his hands in fear " no thank you" she nods and made her way towards the rest of the team waiting for the tour guide to lead them further into the newly built facility .

Her father's company has been one of the main investors which made the responsibility to attend on a short notice to attend the tour either along with the other investors from other companies or with the team itself, and since she was barely conscious that morning when Lauren flooded her phone with SOS messages to drag her not even 15 minutes later to attend with the team their first tour on the newly built facility .

So here she is , willing her tired self to push through the day in favour of sleeping her killer hangover away , not to mention her little shit of a best friend who is making hard for her to not throw him in one of the construction containers to serve him for poking fun at her .

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5.october

Tom made his way to the stairs, avoiding the crowded lift in order to clear his mind a bit , a little exercise with some music won't do him any harm , so with his headphones on loud he took the first two floors before contemplating his choice as his legs started to shake , and it didn't take long for him to deem his choice a shitty one and used the exit door to find the lift in the third floor .

He leaning on the wall to support his weight as he waited to catch his lost breaths , and when it finally arrived it was way less crowded than he expected, with only one lady standing on the side with her hands clapped before her in an elegant way , he adjusted his hoodie and greeted her in a polite " hello " receiving a nod back before taking the other side further from her after pressing the top floor, focusing his eyes on his phone to pass the time , after a moment she asked after noticing where he's heading " you're going for a meeting too ? " He looked at her then shrugged " you can say that " she hummed in thought then pointed at what he was wearing , a hoodie along with jeans and his hair a mess , and gave a disapproving face " I don't think you have an appropriate attire for such place " even shaking her head with disdain " kids these days " he gave her a side glance , huffing a laugh under his breath before speaking aloud " well , it's a good thing i didn't ask for your opinion nor approval on that , seeing it's none of your business " leaving her with her mouth shut and hands clenched into fists , and made his exit when they reached the floor , rolling his eyes at her then turned round the corner and out of her sight.

He came face to face with Eddie who looked ready to head to a meeting, giving him a glare as he stood his ground with his arms crossed making Eddie clap his hands in a pleading manner " it's a last minute meeting, I wouldn't go if it wasn't urgent, it's only half hour consultation " when he didn't receive any answer he went for bribery " I'll get you a brand new set " Tommy gave him an unimpressed look " Bibi already did send me one from France " Eddie rolled his eyes with a mumble of " of course she did " before huffing at his youngest brother and asked " what do you want ? " Tommy extended his hand with his palm up " I'm driving back , and for the next week " he glared back at him and Searched his pockets before throwing his key at Tommy's waiting hand pointing at him in warning " just this time " and hurried down the hall to the meeting room , he swung the keys around his finger as he made his way to Carlton , his brother's longtime assistant who sat behind his desk as usual , making the later look up when he made his way over , smiling up at him as he leaned on the desk " look what Van Gogh dragged in " Tommy's smile widened , with his dimples on full display as he peeked his head over the screen that Carlton was working on minutes ago , " oh , no need for insults , you could just say you missed me " Carlton raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed " yeah sure , I do miss you missing up my files and distracting me half of the time you're here , and the other half you spend whining up and down about being board " Tommy kept his grin and teased with his eyes squinted " so you do miss me ! " Carlton rolled his eyes and sighed going back to his work " sit your ass down, I got work to do " he saluted and made his way over to set of plush chair across from the desk and made himself comfortable then started working on one of his sketches , moments later he heard his name being called, and when he looked up he was greeted by a slightly medium sized bag aimed at his face but he caught it before any damage could happen, and before jumping to send it back at Carlton he looked at the bag and his smile returned at the sight of his favourite candy , and called out in a sweet voice " ooooh , so you did, did missed me !? " making the other mumble under his breath " sometimes I regret doing so " making Tommy ask loudly " what was that ? " , " nothing! , if you don't want it give it back ! " The call made Tommy hug the bag and lean away "ok! I want it ! And thank you for thinking of me ! " making Carlton groan and burry his blushing face on his hands almost regretting his action , almost , but the sound of Tommy's loud humming made him take it back , " huummmn , sweet , but not as sweet as you~ " , yup he definitely regrets it now .

Back to Edward who was making his way to his urgent consultation after handing over his car keys, taking a breath before unlocking the door and stepping in , about to greet the Clint who turned out to be a woman standing by the window overlooking the skyline of London with her back facing him , but his words died in his throat when she turned around to face him , a smile made it's way upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to greet him , taking notice of his stunned face and stiff shoulders " hello Edward , it's been a long time " , he couldn't grasp if it's real or if he was having a cruel dream , no a nightmare . but it took him a moment to find his voice again and ask in disbelief " Mom ? " .

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[varijeri]

so i was watching Fit's stream and he was cleaning up a Federation outpost.... what's up with the outpost names huh? long post warning TL;DR at bottom.

Sector A's outpost names are derived from Slavic mythology; specifically special places from the myths. after searching these names online i found this website: https://meettheslavs.com/slavic-mythological-places/ taking from the website; 1. there's a "mystical mountain of Vitor" that's "built in heaven" and "hard to find because it changes its location as soon as the wind blows in a different direction". it's also said to have dragons living on it (this is the one Fit was sent to for repairs, and it also had weird blue draconic-looking creatures around it. it was also an icy mountain...) 2. there's a "Buyan/Bujan Island", described to "appear and disappear with the tides" and be the "dwelling place of three brothers, the Northern, Western and Eastern winds". 3. there's a "Kingdom of Opona", an "imaginary place [that] existed at the edge of the Earth which [ancient Russians] imagined as a flat plane." it was believed "free and happy [peasants]" lived in this country under a "true and just" ruler. 4. there's a "Vyraj/Viraj", a "resting place for the souls and spirits" AKA the equivalent of Heaven in Slavic mythology. it's "a place where birds find their retreat in the winter". (notably this outpost is inactive) 5. lastly there's a "Nav/Nawia", a "mysterious place for the souls of the dead", and "often interpreted as another version of the imaginary place Vyraj", so AKA Hell or the Underworld. (the Hell outpost is active but not the Heaven outpost???) If Outpost Vitor sort of matches the description from the myth, maybe the other outposts do too? so like Bujan is on an island in the sea, Opona is super far out in a village maybe, Viraj and Nawia i have no clue... Sector B's outpost names are derived from Norse mythology; specifically Norse gods. being a nerd i noticed this instantly which was what tipped me off to search up Sector A's names. taking from various sources, but mostly from their Wikipedia articles: 1. "Tyr" is an one-armed god representing justice and fair treaties despite being a god of war, who lost his arm in the process of binding Fenrir the wolf. he dies in Ragnarök. 2. "Odin/Woden/Wodan" is the ruler of Asgard, the All-Father, and the one-eyed god of wisdom war, and death. he presided over Valhalla, a sacred hall that housed dead warriors in preparation for Ragnarok. he dies in Ragnarök. 3. "Thor/Donar" is probably the most popular Norse god, the god of thunder. the embodiment of strength, he is the protector of the Æsir and the humans. he dies in Ragnarök. 4. "Máni" is the god of the Moon and brother of Sol, the goddess of the Sun. they is eternally chased by Skoll and Hati, two wolves who seek to plunge the world into chaos by eating the Sun and Moon. he dies in Ragnarök. 5. Outpost Frïja I believe is "Frigg", the Queen of Asgard and the goddess of marriage, family and motherhood. she lives in Ragnarök. notably, all five gods (and goddess) lend their names to days of the week (Máni -> Monday, Tyr -> Tuesday, Woden -> Wednesday, Thor -> Thursday, and Frigg -> Friday). none of these outposts are active, they are all inactive or under maintenance, so i'm inclined to believe these aren't as important right now as compared to Sector A... still, these outposts are named after Slavic and Norse myths for a reason possibly so these might be significant. Nothing particularly comes to mind but if anyone has any idea feel free to add on... TL;DR: Federation Outpost names from Fit's stream have Slavic/Norse mythology inspired names, possible significance?

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @endwersed and @violetfairydust

This is from my fic for the Sterek Reverse Bang

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Eventually, they found themselves way in the middle of a clearing, a cliff rising high on one side, providing at least one wall of protection from anyone stumbling upon them. A stream flowed along the opposite side, adding a peaceful ambiance to the area.

“Well, this is pretty,” Stiles said, turning in place to observe the clearing around him. “How did you find this place?”

“I used to come out here with my Cora, Laura, and our cousins,” Derek replied softly.

Stiles turned to give him a soft look, but he didn’t say anything because he knew Derek wouldn’t want to dwell on it.

“So, what’s the plan?” Stiles asked, swinging his arms nervously but trying not to look like he was actually nervous.

“First things first,” Derek began, “we need to find out how strong you actually are.”

“Yeah, obviously,” Stiles said.

“So, we know that when the Nogitsune had full control of your body, it was stronger than me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Stiles winced, memories of the Nogitsune tossing Derek like a ragdoll flashing in his mind.

“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said firmly, dismissing Stiles’ concerns with a wave of his hand. “It wasn’t you.”

“We’re going to start with a warm up. What I want you to do first is climb that,” Derek said, pointing to the cliff that rose next to them. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m going to time you to see how fast you can climb up and then get back down.”

“What about you?” Stiles said. 

“I know how long it takes me,” Derek said simply.

“Well, I think you should climb with me,” Stiles said with a sly grin. “We’ll be able to compare better.”

“Stiles...”

“You just don’t want to face humiliating defeat if I beat you at this already,” Stiles taunted, his grin widening

Derek fought a smile, obviously debating internally whether or not he should give in. He shook his head with a sigh. “Fine,” he conceded, returning his phone back to his pocket. “Let’s get on with this.”

“And no jumping?” Stiles added quickly. “Just pure climbing, right?” He had seen how much the werewolves in his life took advantage of their ability to jump high and far.

“Just climbing,” Derek confirmed, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “We’ll test your jumping later.”

They walked over to the cliff and discussed the best spots for both to climb, ensuring the challenge was as fair as possible. Once they were in position, Derek counted down.

“Ready. Set. Go!”

At Derek’s signal, they both grabbed a hold of the cliff wall and began climbing. Stiles was thrilled by how quickly he could identify the best handholds and footholds, his muscles working in perfect coordination to propel him upward. Glancing quickly to his left, he saw that he and Derek were neck and neck. The surge of confidence pushed him to climb faster, and before he knew it, he was pulling himself over the top.

Mere seconds later, Derek joined him at the top, and Stiles couldn’t help but cheer.

“Nice work,” Derek said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Stiles grinned widely, soaking in the rare praise. “So, what’s next?”

“Next, jump down,” Derek instructed calmly.

Stiles’ grin faltered. “Wait, jump?”

“Yes.”

“Jump…off the cliff?” Stiles asked, staring over the edge in disbelief.

“Yes, Stiles. Jump off of the cliff.”

“But…” Stiles hesitated, his brain short-circuiting as he looked down at the fifty-foot drop. “That’s over 50 feet.”

“Yes,” Derek confirmed, his tone unwavering. “And you can handle it.”

Stiles swallowed hard, nerves tingling in his gut. However, he trusted Derek, so he took a deep breath in and jumped, feeling the wind rush past him as he plummeted towards the ground.

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Idk who hasn't done this yet, so I'm going to tag @hedwig221b @thotpuppy @rosieposiepuddingnpie and anyone else that wants to do it

[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Tag yourself!

{made with the Ancestors and Great Spirits of the African Diaspora in mind, here's what I associate with each day of the week and the children of the diaspora born therein:

Monday's child is fair of face

Tuesday's child is full of grace

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Thursday's child has far to go

Friday's child is loving and giving

Saturday's child works hard for a living

And the child born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

Monday: masters of finding new roads and moving forwards, tearing down blockages, trailblazers and warriors. Artists of all kinds, writers, poets, singers.

Tuesday: embodiment of thunderstorms, winds, omens, they're powerful conjurers with hot hands, always busy, always moving. Often times scholars, historians.

Wednesday: defenders, protectors, of humanity and nature as a whole. Warrior spirits at their core, but also great diviners and mediums.

Thursday: eloquent muses of the arts of love and war alike, great beauties who lead armies with equal charm and force. Sweetening, love and luck workings come easy to them.

Friday: personification of abundance and status. A commanding presence. Building legacy, great manifestors and conjurers, specially for work and finances.

Saturday: guardians of waters and the beyond. Community leaders, gifted healers, divine messengers. Carrying all the wisdom of the Elders and Ancestors.

Sunday: priests and priestesses that defy status quo, very old Ancestors coming back to reshape and rebirth reality. They will enter your life and purge every aspect of it.}

[shadowsandlint]

WIP Wednesday!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: There's nothing quite like an impending deadline (self-imposed or not) to give you inspiration for all other projects. Which is why I -- with a building pressure on myself to get to the next chapters of both Words We Use in the Shadows and Your Scars on My Pulse -- began writing a completely unplanned continuation of my one-shot Autumn Winds Across the Sea.

Wanna take a look? 😉😉

As a few of you might know, I've been afk for the better part of a month, so I thought that this was a good way to ease into it. Even if my inner voice is partially scolding me for not doing what I'm "supposed to". Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

If you haven't read Autumn Winds Across the Sea, that's totally fine! You don't have to for this excerpt to make sense, but here's a little reminder of what that story is:

After one of Beron's beatings, Azriel happens upon Eris laying on the ground where the Autumn Court meets with the sea. Too exhausted to put on his mask, a moment of vulnerability passes between them, and the rest is history. Or, in this case, the rest is an excerpt to a previously unplanned second part. Enjoy!

Before dawn, the puffy clouds dotting the skies had been colored in graying lavender, with hesitant rinds of peach hinting at the coming of first light. Now, mirroring the rusted and golden canopy below, those clouds were gaining more vibrancy as the sun was dragging itself out of the sea on the eastern horizon, slowly but surely climbing out of the depths towards a new day. Where sky and sea came together to embrace the sun, the light refracted into thousands of flickering shapes that broke and reformed continuously with the movements of the water, making the surface sparkle like illuminated diamonds, or the great band of stars in the Night sky. 

The winds had mostly rested in the darkness, only occasionally rustling the crisp leaves of the forest as if yawning in their slumber, but as dawn was stretching thinner, so did those winds begin to stretch and swirl in between the rocks and plants and skittering wildlife. They leapt over the precipice where a few lopsided trees only threatened to do so, meeting the salty ocean in great sprays of foam, mixing and separating as waves crashed into land. Gulls were announcing their return with a cacophony of shrill cries, sailing effortlessly on the awakened winds in search of the first catch of the day. 

Upon the cliff, early morning dew was still clinging to strands of grass in varying stages of losing their green tint – all in favor of Autumn’s pale yellow – but as the warmth from the sun’s rays began reaching the ground, the dampness of night was being expelled along with its coolness. Among the trees, two figures were wrapped in an embrace so tight it was hard to discern where one form ended and the other began, furthered by the large, leathery wing that enveloped them both and shielded them from the elements. 

Barely visible in front of the stretch of dark skin, a pair of mismatched hands were clutched together, as if afraid to lose their way now that they had finally found each other. One of the hands held a bronzed hue that was interrupted by rivulets of rough scars paler than the rest, bearing witness of previous horrors lived and survived. The other was a fair, freckled thing, with darkened crescent moons of dirt beneath the fingernails serving as proof of the previous day’s despair. 

But in sleep, neither the hands nor their owners noticed these differences; they held on just the same.

[the-furthest-city-light]

wip wednesday folks!!

[suzukiblu]

It is still not Wednesday, but I'm fried from working on Ko-fi stuff all day and wanna write some kinky stuff to wind down, SO:

In this post, I'm gonna put up a list of various pairings that I currently have porny or kinky (or at least ABOUT to be porny or kinky) WIPs for.

Send me an ask with one of the listed pairings and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in a WIP that includes it in response.

( fair warning, some of these WIPs involve things like omegaverse or breeding/pregnancy or have either dubcon or the appearance of dubcon involved, but I'll tag for anything relevant. )

Multiple requests are fine, but I’d prefer if you sent them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tag smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

Tim/Kon

Kon/Match

Tim/Cassie/Bart/Kon

Cassie/Kon

Clark/Kon

Tim/Bernard/Kon

Tim/Kon/Match

Jason/Match

and if you wanna live dangerously, [ SPOILER ]/Match

[ninzied]

wip wednesday

The first week it happens, it’s only a sock, which Henry supposes could happen to anyone. In fact, it’s not until he’s upstairs folding his things and David starts snuffling about that Henry realizes this man’s rogue sock is even there.

Another week, another sock, and Henry, much against his own will, starts having to collect them in pairs. He considers tossing them, or letting David hoard them in his dog bed, but that seems a waste—many of the socks look brand new—and besides which he’s not that petty a person, much to Pez’s interminable chagrin.

Henry winds up folding the socks on the windowsill by the machine he’s now resigned to having to share. He wonders if the other man might take the hint and be less careless about his belongings. Or perhaps he goes through so many socks that he simply can’t be bothered to keep track of them all.

The socks, however, do not stop. Nor does it stop with the socks, because one week Henry finds himself folding one of the man’s workout shirts, the next week a button-up that he also can’t help but iron out briefly, and then it sort of spirals from there.

And it’s…fine, but Henry draws the line at the undergarments.

He will most certainly not be touching those.

He does, however, let curiosity get the best of him from time to time.

The man has the oddest assortment of pants Henry has ever seen. Some are quite practical, which only makes the others stand out more. There’s one with a large green gape-mouthed fish on the back, which Henry doesn’t really mean to look at but in fairness the fish looks like it’s looking at him, with the words DOES THIS MAKE MY BASS LOOK BIG? printed underneath it.

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[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Revenge

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Request HERE

Warnings: small acts of violence and bullying

Pairing: Wednesday x Fem!Reader

First request! Hopefully y’all like it and I hope I made the anon that asked this happy! Feel free to send in more requests🖤✨

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That day you had been going through your English notes for the upcoming class, as the teacher would be making a test. It wasn’t one of your favorite subjects and that’s why you had really bad grades in English. You had tried asking your teacher for help or just what you could do better, but he wasn’t very helpful, he just scolded you saying to study harder.

You did study harder, however that wasn’t working because you had no method. By now you had been at Nevermore for almost the whole semester, yet you didn’t seem to have made good friends with anyone. You only spoke a couple of times with Wednesday and Enid, those were the only two people that didn’t judge you and that you trusted.

“Studying again, (Y/N)?” One of the students asked you. You immediately recognized him. He was a gorgon, friends with Ajax. Though Ajax never tried bothering you, knowing that it was dangerous if he messed with you and also because well, he was a good guy. Though this other kid apparently didn’t care about how dangerous you could get and loved messing with you.

“What do you want Nicholas?” You replied annoyed but at the same time scared. You hated when he would come bother you. “Oh nothing, I’ve just come to remind you that there’s no use in studying English, you’re still gonna suck!” He laughed at you. He wasn’t wrong, but why would he come bother you about that? It wasn’t any of his business.

“Well why do you care if I study or not? It shouldn’t concern you.” You stood up from your sitting position and decided to face him, finally standing up for yourself “that’s the point (Y/N), no one cares for you!” Rage was starting to build up, the feelings knotting up in your stomach “don’t you see that? We’re trying to make you understand that you’re useless here!” He laughed again.

Everyone’s eyes turned to you and him, all of them circling around you or looking from their tables. You were getting visibly upset “you will take back your words” you said in a low voice tone, trying to remain calm. You clenched your jaw and fists, knuckles going white as you so badly tried to remain calm. It was a sunny day, but now in consequence to your anger the weather suddenly changed. Dark clouds floating over the school and wind rising up.

“Or what, your friends will come to the rescue? Wait, you don’t have any, my bad!” He laughed again, your breath getting faster and the nails were now cutting in your palm from how tight you were clenching it, blood coming out from it. “Stop it now.” You warned again. The anger was getting so much. Eventually you started floating, slowly going higher as Nicholas in front of you kept on laughing at you.

“Nico, maybe you should stop. We don’t know what she’s capable of-“ Ajax said trying to make him stop, but to no avail as Nico pushed him away. “Well she can’t kill me. And what she gonna do if I don’t stop, will she go to mama?” He said insisting with his bullying, then turning to look at you, slowly rising higher “oh right, you don’t have one!”

This was the ice on the cake, you couldn’t bare it anymore “THAT’S ENOUGH!” You snapped at him. A wave of strength washing over the whole courtyard but especially on Nico, making him fly back and hit the close by wall badly. At that people started running away scared, as your madness had taken control over your body. You started taking people with your telekinesis and throwing them against walls or even on the ground, even innocent people, teachers too. Chaos reigned over the school and it was all because of you. You were crying and screaming, all this bullying wasn’t fair. Why you, you always thought

Principal Weems had seen from her office to see what was going on and it was truly an utter disaster. She came down to see and as everyone was running away and someone else was being smashed around, she went to Enid and Wednesday who were hiding behind a wall. “We need to stop her or she’ll end up hurting everyone” Wednesday started once she saw Weems. “Miss Addams, she’ll hurt you too if you get any closer-“ the younger girl was quick to interrupt her. “She knows us. Not very good, but she can trust us and she knows that. We need to go” she said and took Enid’s by her wrist, getting closer to you.

“(Y/N), you need to calm down” Enid started, taking more steps closer to you “GET AWAY FROM HERE!” You yelled back and sent a “wind wave” their way. Not too strong, but it was enough to make them stop their tracks, though not wanting hurt them. “(Y/N) please. You’re not in your right mind space right now. You’re hurting people” this time it was Weems talking. She still stood behind the wall, not wanting to get hurt as well.

“Get away, let me try. She can sense you’re scared and she’s taking advantage of your fears. Let me try, she won’t hurt me.” Wednesday started with determination. Enid Nodded with hesitance and stepped back, going to where the principal was. “(Y/N), it’s me, Wednesday” she started, staring at your floating frame in the eyes. Your (e/c) eyes had turned completely black and your expression was infuriated.

“Please calm down. You’re not alone okay? He’s a jerk. You have me, you have Enid and even if we do not know each other much you know you can still count on us” she was slowly getting closer to you and you were letting her. The wether was still the same, it felt as if a storm was coming your way “try matching your breathing mine. Okay? Come on” she said in a surprising soft voice tone as she took deep breaths and invited you to do so as a well.

You started breathing with her and slowly, the weather went back to normal and you returned to the ground looking disoriented. You knew what had happened, but couldn’t brace yourself to accept it. You were weak, this tantrum had drained all of your strength and you fell in Wednesday arms as soon as you touched the ground. She took you and sat down on the floor, you in her lap as she held you, arms wrapped tightly around you as she gently caressed the back of your head“there there… you’re okay” she was whispering into your ear as she motioned for Enid and Weems to come over and help her take you to your room.

As soon as you were there, the principal said it would have been better to leave you alone, but Wednesday insisted on staying. She sat on a chair by your bed as she watched you sleep, while holding your hand in complete silence. Eventually though you woke up abruptly, sitting up and panting, eyes searching around the room until you met Wednesday’s eyes. “Shh… you’re okay dear, you’re okay” she said, moving to sit on the bed by your side as she grabbed your shoulders and gently brushed her hands on them, waiting for you to calm down.

“I’m sorry for what I did… I lost control..” you looked down, tears in your eyes that you let go of. “It’s okay, he deserved it and knew best not to bother you… even though I would have ended him” she said which made a small laugh escape your lips. “Though he was right. I have no friends, I’m all alone and I’m useless… my dad would say the same things to me… it felt almost as if I was a child again. It felt horrible…” you started and covered your face as you began crying. Wednesday sighed sadly and gently took your hands, holding them and inviting you to look at her, while her other hand was moving strands away from your face delicately.

“That’s not true and you know it. You have Enid, you have Me. We care about you. We love you, I love you and we don’t show it enough but we do. So never say you’re alone because we’re here for you okay?” She said, slightly hinting a smile as she ended up caressing your cheek with her thumb. You nodded and smiled back as you laid back in bed. Did she just say she loved you? Yes she did, but you thought that maybe it was just in a friendly way, even though you admitted you had a crush on her multiple times. You didn’t expect her to, but she slid under the blankets and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as the big spoon.

“Turn around” Wednesday whispered in your ear and you turned around to face her. Both of you didn’t speak, sharing looks was enough as you noticed how much she softened around you. She pulled you even closer and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead “I promise I’ll protect you from now on. No one will ever bother you again unless they want to lose their lives” she said and that made you smile as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. God that smell of hers, it made you feel at ease.

She slightly moved you away from her to look at you, and you thought that maybe you had gone too far. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ she was quick to shut you up moving closer to make both of your lips meet. She was caressing your cheek and pulling you closer with her other hand. Her soft lips didn’t want to rush anything, she didn’t want anything except to feel you close to her like she has always wanted. When both of you pulled back, there was no need to talk as she looked at you with the biggest smile she ever gave you and planted another kiss on your forehead. You were both asleep soon after.

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

WIP Wednesday-

In the quiet hours of the early morning, when the Dream SMP was still cloaked in a gentle mist, Philza sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the tranquil lands below. His black feathered wings folded neatly behind him, rustling ever so slightly as he breathed in the crisp air. The world felt at peace for a rare moment—a fleeting moment in a world often filled with chaos and destruction.

Phil had always been a watcher, a protector. His wings were a symbol of his eternal vigilance, of his quiet, constant presence over the server. For centuries, he'd guarded lands, cities, and people, but it was here in the Dream SMP that he’d found something different—something akin to family.

As the sun began to crest over the horizon, a figure appeared below, scaling the steep incline to join him. It was Tommy, out of breath and exasperated as usual.

“Phil! There you are!” Tommy called out, his voice bouncing off the rocks as he scrambled to the top. “Why do you always have to sit up here? Do you have any idea how long it took me to find you?”

Phil chuckled, his gaze still fixed on the glowing sky. “Morning, Tommy. You know, you could always take the scenic route like I do.” He gave his wings a slight stretch, sending a gust of wind in Tommy's direction, who stumbled back, feigning annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy muttered, brushing himself off. “But not all of us can just take to the skies and skip the hard parts. Besides, I like a good challenge.” He puffed his chest out proudly, earning an amused smile from Phil.

“Fair enough,” Phil said, folding his wings back into place. He looked down at Tommy, his expression softening. “What brings you here, then?”

Tommy hesitated, his usual bravado slipping for just a moment. “I… I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you know? After everything that happened with L’Manberg… with Techno.” The memory lingered between them, as heavy as the mist hanging in the air.

Phil’s smile faded, and he sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him once more. “I appreciate that, Tommy. This world… it’s always moving, always changing, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up. But that’s why I’m here—to watch over all of you. Even when things get dark.”

He extended one wing, wrapping it gently around Tommy’s shoulders. Tommy tensed, but quickly relaxed, letting himself lean into Phil’s embrace.

“You’re the only one who can do it, you know,” Tommy muttered. “Look after us, I mean. You’re like… the father figure we never really knew we needed. Even if you’re a bit of an old crow sometimes.”

Phil chuckled, ruffling Tommy’s hair. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

[supernaturalkickparty]

Happy Wincest Wednesday 🫶🏼 What are your thoughts on Sam’s pregnancy during season 5? Dean was angry at him, but would he try to be softer with him if he knew Sam’s carrying their child?

oh my godddd season 5 pregnancy is my jam! Well sam pregnant at anytime is my jam lol

I like to think that Sam kept it a secret from Dean, only because of how angry he's been with him.

Maybe he finds out during Free to Be You and Me, he takes a test and from him counting back he's a few weeks along.

He considers terminating it but it wouldn't be fair to Dean or to this baby, it's not the baby's fault his birthparent is an ex blood junkie.

He decides giving it up for adoption once its born or wants to ask Bobby if he can give the baby to Dean. That way he don't have to see Sam and he can make sure the baby don't end up like him.

He never had a chance at a normal life, maybe the baby will.

But now they're back together, the voicemail still weighs heavy in Sam's head and all he can think about is trying to make it alive long enough to lock lucifer away and to make sure the baby lives.

Sam Interrupted is when Dean finds out, the assessments before they get admitted. The nurses ask Sam how far along he is and if he's had any prenatal care. He quietly tells them that he's 6 or 7 months along.

Dean looks like he's about to have a heart attack and Sam is just wanting to shrink away and disappear.

Things are tense and while Dean wants to be there for Sam, it's hard for him to let go of everything.

Sam ends up going into labor during Hammer of the Gods and his worst nightmare could be a reality if Lucifer gets to the baby.

This is also when Dean lets go of everything he's been blaming Sam for and does whatever he needs to do to protect the three of them.

Sam still winds up saying yes to Lucifer, Sam still throws himself in the pit, and Dean is left with a miniature reminder of Sam.