#i had such a fuckin blast w her you have no idea

[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Can I ask for an Emily x reader from class of 09?

Emily x GN! Reader

AN: yo w i fuckin love emily. literally the goat. tbh i highly doubt emily would date anyone who's not actually at least mildly insane so i'm gonna make reader kinda fucked up yk :thumbsup: Pairing: Emily x GN! Reader Warnings: Drug use, Codependence, Unhealthy relationships, Violence, idk just expect similar shit to the stuff in class of '09

HCs:

The two of you met when you were trying to find a plug to hook you up with some Addy's. It was pretty fucking surprising that you hadn't gotten your hands on some already, but that was mainly because you didn't want to die on the side of the road after downing some fake laced shit.

Emily was apparently a solid dealer. Sold for decent prices and gave discounts to people she liked more and it was pretty easy to ask her. You literally just walked up to her locker with a wad of cash and she tossed you a half-empty pill bottle and talked with you for a hot minute.

Somehow, you managed to win her over by bitching about Ms. Ames once and the two of you spent a shit ton of time together. Like, a LOT of time. Skipping classes together, going to the mall and selling crack, even sleepovers (that had way too much tension to be considered platonic).

After she stopped taking her anti-psychotics, she went full on batshit. All the shit about Emily being actually insane that all the bitchy kids were talking about? Fuck, they weren't lying. Emily was defending you with her fucking life. Fucking Jeffrey called you the lamest insult known to man and she practically jumped that fuckass.

Even though you guys were literally saying 'I love you' to each other like, 9 times a day, she was just your friend. Supposedly anyway.

Honestly, you highkey started thinking that you'd be 'just friends' forever until her gang boyfriend got his old ass hands on a huge fucking package of crack. You told her to sell it because some dumbass middle schooler would probably pay their life savings for half a gram, but of course, she doesn't listen.

Normally this shit would be mild as fuck but her parents were acting up and being bitchy whiny fucks so Emily had the genius idea of snorting a concoction of whatever mystery substances she had on hand and like half the entire supply of coke.

She was fucking blasted as fuck and she had the dead fish eye shit going on when she just started being weirdly clingy and she gave a violent but oddly heartfelt confession. It was like highkey concerning because of the sheer number of threats she not so subtly inserted in but it was endearing in its own twisted way.

Her words were slurred and the entirety of the little speech she gave could be summarized as the same shit she told Nicole in that one route but more sociopathic sounding???

Anyway boom I'm gonna put HC's on what it's like dating her now.

She probably wouldn't bother telling anyone that you two are dating, but it's so obvious. Like, everyone knows.

If someone says one thing that can be taken as offensive in the slightest to you, Emily will fucking pounce on the asshole and curb stomp them. She'd act all nonchalant about it afterwards.

Since a ton of the other people in the school have beef with her, if you defend her and slander the shit out of them, she'll be super happy about it.

Free drugs. She's not worried about OD'ing at all and takes smoke breaks with you all the time when skipping.

You guys have sleepovers like, everyday. Not even an exaggeration at this point. If your parents or her parents try to tell her no, she curses them out. If they're being particularly bold, she goes through with the slashing tires shit and is on the verge of actually beating the shit out of them.

If you ever get her a gift that she actually likes, she's going to constantly flex it. Get her a nice necklace or something and she'll literally never take it off.

Choose your words carefully. She's going to get pissed as fuck if you say one thing that she considers harsh. Drabble time woohoo "...Fuck, this is totally laced." Emily groaned, leaning her face onto her palm. She ran her free hand through her hair. Diverting her gaze from blankly staring at the table, she stared at you and raised an eyebrow. She opened and closed her mouth as if she lost her train of thought before giggling and leaning closer to you. "I love you. Like, I love love you. I'd kill anyone who even dares to be a bitch to you. I'd kill myself if you asked me to." She nonchalantly says. Batting her eyes, Emily firmly tugs you closer to her. She coyly twirls her hair around her finger while pursing her lips — and she's like 2 centimeters away from violently making out with you. What do her lips taste like? Xanax probably. Fuck, she's actually so pretty. "You're not gonna say it back?" She pouts. She's clearly high off her ass right now. At this distance, you notice the little minute details, like how she painted her nails today and how her mascara's just slightly fucked up. With a hesitant 'I love you too', she digs her nails into your shoulders and pulls you in for a kiss. She's acting almost rabid and she desperately wraps her arms around your torso and breathes into your lips. Slipping her tongue in, she pushes you onto the couch and pins your shoulders down. After what feels like a long ass time, she parts the kiss and takes heavy breaths while staring down at you. "Can I stay the night at your place?" AN: lmfao sorry that took a lil while my internet was freaking the fuck out. anyway this was fun as fuck thank youuuu :3

[tiramisusbakery]

The Auction pt. 2

Summary: Can be found in The Auction pt. 1, here

#BLACKOC #jjk #Gojosatoru #Gojo #GetoSuguru #Geto #NSFW #MHAOC

Warnings: NSFW, Teens in adult situations (what else is new in jjk tbh), violence, cursing, underage alcohol consumption

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“Shit. Shit. Shit” 

Geto fumbled with the lighter in his cupped palm, trying and failing to light the cigarette that stuck out of his mouth. The breeze kept putting out his flame before it could catch.

"Need some help?"

The back door of the building swung shut as Gojo stepped into the alley, his back hunched against the cold.

"Fuck. Ah, yeah, if you could."

Geto sparked the weak lighter, and Gojo held up two fingers, a small red bulb of light appearing as if from nothing and hovering at the tips. The sparks of the lighter caught the dollop of cursed energy, and the fire jumped to his technique, turning the pulse into a tiny ball of fire.

Geto propped the end of his cigarette up against the little blazing orb and dragged a few times, puffing until a plume of smoke finally wafted from the other end. He exhaled in relief.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. You know, I thought you kicked that habit.”

Geto shrugged, clenching the stick between his teeth as he dutifully rolled up his sleeves. 

“I didn’t.”

“Do you have any idea what those do to your body?” Gojo grimaced. “I’m watching it give you cancer right now, Suguru.”

“Can’t be any worse than those fuckin’ curses I have to eat,” He toked, threw his head back, and exhaled the murky smoke, watching it curl into the sky.

He cut his eyes at Gojo. 

“Or did you forget?”

Gojo took pause. Geto was getting kind of cagey. He decided to switch the subject, although the next one he had in mind wasn’t exactly soothing. 

“So…what did Raven say to you in there?”

“That you two fucked.” Geto’s dark eyes landed on Gojo’s wide, blue ones.

“I- w-well-, um, we-”

“How does this keep happening, Gojo? Why do you always end up exactly where you're not supposed to be?"

"...'Scuse me?"

"The only reason I know where you go in the middle of the night is because I followed you. The only reason you haven’t gotten caught is because I've been the one stuffing your bed. You don't tell me anything anymore. Are we friends or not?"

"Well you sure as hell aren't acting like a friend right now," Gojo pushed away from the wall and stalked closer, his own eyes burning holes into Geto's black ones. "How was I supposed to know you'd end up falling in love with the girl I paid for some pussy? And did I tell you to come looking for me?"

"You don't tell someone that, Satoru, you just do. You know what? Every time I turn around, you’re trying to justify being a fucking asshole, and I’m trying to stop you from being one. I work and WORK to keep you out of trouble, and you laze around being the ‘strongest’ until it's time to blast someone with a gravity orb or some shit, and then the day is saved. I am so fucking tired of trying to reign you in that it hurts.”

"Then don’t. I'm not your little brother, or your kid. If I want to go somewhere, I do, and if I want to fuck someone, I will."

Geto raised a brow, pursing his lips around the cigarette with a ferocity that made his jaw pop beneath his skin. He blew the smoke harshly from between his teeth, and it made him look like he was channeling the dragon he was known to summon during fights.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dickhead?”

“That means I didn’t do shit TO YOU!” Gojo spat, finally coming face to face with Geto, “But i’ll tell you what I did do- to Raven.”

Geto rocked forward, bringing himself up off of the wall, and closed the narrow distance between himself and his white haired assailant. His cigarette fogged Gojo’s glasses, but he kept his hands balled up in his pockets to stop himself from knocking his best friend out.

“Go ahead,” he challenged, “What did you do?”

“I fucked the shit out of her.” Gojo removed his glasses, folded them neatly, and tucked them into his blazer pocket. “For hours. Angie didn’t want me to stop.”

“Angie?” Geto gaped. His cigarette dropped from his mouth and fell to the pavement in an arch of ash.

“Oh-ho, don’t tell me she didn’t tell you her name?” Satoru’s blue eyes flashed like ice, his smile growing like that of a Cheshire cat.

“Well, she didn’t tell me, so don’t worry. Her sensei did, when I fucked them both. Same time. Poor girl asked me to be gentle, but before long I was fucking her into the mattress. So, I guess it's safe to say…” He ran his tongue along his teeth, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He watched Geto’s face darken dangerously.

“I wasn’t.”

Crack!

The impact of Geto’s knuckles against Gojo’s jaw caught him by surprise, and he realized that somewhere along the line he’d accidentally dropped his infinity.

Damn booze!

Geto grabbed the sleeve of his counterpart’s jacket and slammed him into the brick wall, his teeth bared like a rabid animal. 

“Gah!” Gojo’s head reverberated like a bell.

Gojo came to his senses as the dark haired boy went in for a second jab to his face. Ducking away from the swing and countering with his own, his fist connected with Geto’s abdomen in a streak of blue. He sent a shock of cursed energy to his knuckles, repelling Geto’s torso and doubling the impact of the punch. Geto yelled in surprise, and staggered backward into a figure that had stood watching them at the door. 

Takete caught the boy easily, and held him back from lunging himself again at Gojo.

“Boys, something wrong? We can hear you inside-” Takete made eye contact with Gojo.

“It’s you?” He smirked, “How do we keep finding each other like this, kid?”

Gojo blinked, shook his head, and blinked again, trying to clear his vision.

“Uh, yeah. Hey Mr. shark man”

“Good guess. Takete. You need some help out here?”

Geto wrenched himself away from the man. 

“Who the hell are you? More buddies you didn’t tell me about, Gojo?” He spat at the street. “You’re so fucking useless.”

“Well, in the spirit of me being useful,” Gojo wiped his mouth with one hand, the other in his breast pocket. “Let me tell you what I was gonna say all along, you fucking psycho.”

He withdrew his hand from his pocket, and held up the coin he’d found at his chair.

“I wasn’t gonna play, but since you’re so hell bent on calling me a selfish idiot, maybe I will. And I’m gonna show you what it means to get whatever the fuck I want, whether youre here to see it or not.” His eyes twinkled as his smile took on a mischievous curl.

Geto’s face was lined with fury, but Gojo didn’t care about Geto’s feelings anymore. He was having far too much fun. 

“So,” He continued, his voice echoing off of the walls of the alley,  “you better hope to God that this one’s a dud, but I have to say, I’m feeling lucky."

He kissed the coin and replaced it, his white hair catching the wind and making him look wild.

Geto loosened his tie, and slid off his volcanic beads with a calmness that would have chilled winter itself. "Gojo, you don't want to make me into your enemy. If you apologize, we can talk about this."

Gojo threw his head back and howled in laughter.

"There's nothing to talk about." He beamed. 

"You know what the best part about being 'fuck you' rich is, boy scout? Its being able to say FUCK YOU!”

Geto nearly tore his jacket trying to remove it as he geared up for round two, but Takete laid an enormous hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not worth it, champ, he’s drunk.”

Geto stared incredulously into the man’s face before shrugging him off to adjust his jacket and collar.

“Move.”

He shoved the man aside with his shoulder as he ducked back into the venue. Takete chuckled, almost reminiscent at the scene.

“You pair are feisty. I see that as an asset. There’s a lot going on tonight, but if you want to talk initiation, let me know.” He winked at the oversized teen before letting the door swing shut.

~~~~~

Geto sank into his velvet chair gracelessly, his face stormy with disgust. With himself? with Gojo? He had no idea. 

The mingling of the crowd below his box had begun to slow; the lights darkened and the chatter died. He knew the show would be starting soon.

Movement and white hair across the darkening theater caught his attention, and he watched as Gojo slid into a box of his own, his posture hunched and his shoulders square. When he sat, their eyes caught across the room. Gojo’s blue gaze was blank and cool- and most of all, unreadable. Geto knew his own looked the same; the daggers in his eyes likely would have been deadly had they been real.

You better hope this one’s a dud, but I’m feeling lucky. 

Gojo averted his gaze, and Geto watched him close his palm around the coin and shove it in his pocket.

He’s so damn sure he’s gonna win. God, fuck him.

Checking over his shoulder, Geto withdrew an enormous wallet from his pocket, the bills inside spreading the patent leather so far that it could hardly fold. The colorful bills inside, stacked with the money he’d been saving on his own, would have to be enough. He exhaled, pinching his nose to ward off the headache that had begun to take hold.

“Hate to say this, but thank you Shark Man,” he muttered under his breath as he pocketed the wallet once more. 

“You did end up helping. More than you know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Geto struggled the whole night to think of anything but Raven, or rather…Angie. He felt defeat in every cell of his body as he watched the performances come and go in an endless daze. 

He only snapped in and out of focus long enough to bring his hands together at the end of every set, and join in on the enthusiastic applause that would intermittently wash over the room at the truly great displays. Here and there, he’d cut his eyes across the room to the balcony at which a shock of white hair reminded him of the events that transpired just a few hours before.

And every time, he swore that the boy had been looking his way too.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gojo clutched the coin in a white knuckled grip, his jovial spirit from the alleyway since replaced with a broiling rage. 

He peered across the theater as the dark haired boy postured in his chair, nodding thoughtfully, waving away champagne, and surveilling the stage intently as if forming a philosophy about the way the floorboards looked in the spotlight. 

Gojo had sobered- especially after the first few courses of lobster and Wagyu steak had hit his stomach, spaced out by the delicious Yubari King melon palette cleansers- and he’d finally come to his senses about what’d transpired just hours earlier.

Tipping his lenses, he opened his hand, palm up, to check the coin.

Melting, but not yet ready to view. 

Damn, how long was this going to take?

~~~~~~~~~

Geto checked his coin. The grooves around the edge had turned transparent, the inky center slowly following suit. Somewhere inside him, something whispered to him that he’d been tricked- that this was no Bidder’s Coin, in fact, it was a loser’s coin, just for him. He stuffed that part of him deep, suffocated it with all of the faith he could muster for Angie. She hadn’t brought him all this way just to lead him on. Right?

Right. 

He placed the coin back into the palm of his hand and squeezed, hoping that if the coin were anything like him, the pressure would make it break down faster. As he did so, his eyes dipped into the crowd pooled beneath his box as they watched the next display.

Somewhere in the crowd were two more coins. He thought, bitterly. And whoever they are, I will beat them, like nothing more than a curse beneath my feet.

Finally, Geto watched as a man with a slicked ponytail, accented with shaved sides, came onto the stage. His tuxedo was sharp, although it looked as if he'd bought it at the beginning of the Shōwa era.

The man waited for the crowd to notice his presence, standing silently with his hands behind his back until they naturally lowered their voices and gave him center stage.

"Now, I know that this has been an exciting night for people in our industry." His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I truly hope that these amazing performances have enriched you all." 

He cast his eyes down into the darkened theater, as if searching for the no doubt anticipatory faces of his companions.

"I would like to take this time to thank our donors by name…"

Come on, get on with it.

Gojo removed his glasses and massaged his eyes, trying to dislodge the frustration that had begun to take hold. The coin was in his hand, finally melted by his body heat, but the host had purposely lowered the lights to near blackness so that no one could see what their results were. 

A hand slid across his back, over his shoulder, and down to the left breast of his blazer; he felt lips on his right ear.

"Tira…" he murmured, his eyes popping open, but not daring to look.

The lips pressed to the shell of his ear.

"It's me." He could hear the smile in her voice. The air off of her lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"The moment has come, little prince. Have you chosen destiny or will you follow fate?"

"I don't know what that means."

"You will," her stiletto nails slowly, deliberately, raked his hair from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head before tangling and guiding him into a kiss.

He fell into her, wondering somewhere far away in his mind if anyone could see them in the dark. Yet, with her this close to him in public, the taboo escaped him; it barely registered to him that anything existed outside of her scent, and her lips.

It was sloppy and quick, but it was all he needed. He sighed into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed. 

"I'm spending all my money on Angie tonight, aren't I?"

She giggled, and he felt a tent begin to grow in his tailored pants.

"She worked hard on this, so please try to enjoy the show while you do. I'm retiring for the night. Sayōnara."

And as if she'd been a dream, she withdrew from his senses before her departure could even register on his dulled brain.

“At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” The announcer threw up his hands as if conducting a vast orchestra, “We see who will be bidding to take home tonight’s gorgeous Black Swan. Lift the lights, and let us see the results of the Black Coin Ball!!!”

The lights lifted in the opera house and everyone’s arms shot into the air as they held their coin to the light.

Gojo paled. He’d already known, but somehow seeing the clover made it more real. He snapped his head to the open crowd, immediately searching for his friend’s expression across the room as his heart hammered against his ribcage. 

No, no, no.

He waited for his friend to address him, his mind racing to navigate the catastrophe that was surely about to take place.

Gojo watched as Geto opened his hand, extended his arm, and looked into his coin. After a beat the boy’s narrow, onyx eyes slid to his own, and he knew.

The Bidder’s coins had found them.

~~~~~~~ 

Above the boys, in the grandest box seats the theatre had to offer, a large, leathery fist clutched the third bidder’s coin; it was so small in the man’s calloused hand that it resembled a lima bean in the fist of a giant.

Takete, revered kingpin of Japan's most formidable mob to date, the Dragons, smiled down into the small, plump face of his wife Michi as she gazed out into the audience. The room fell into pandemonium as everyone checked their neighbor for the coveted coins.

“Have we won, my dear?” She purred, her shiny red lips parting on the smoke of her tapered cigarette stick.

“We have. It’s a shame I can’t seem to find my wallet.”

“It’ll turn up.” She replied, placing a red taloned hand on his broad lap. “The boys are using their quirks to find it now. Here’s hoping that whoever took it had a damn good reason.”

Below them, the long-lapelled man addressed the crowd once more.

“Excellent. And now, may our bidders ring their bells!” The announcer eyed the room expectantly.

Ding.

Takete’s gaze found the white haired boy. Gojo, was it?

Ding.

He slid his attention to the dark haired boy that he’d found fighting Gojo in the alley. His surprise was so palpable that his wife felt it through touch. She faced him head on, her face a question.

“Do you know them?” 

He tossed her a mischievous smile as he raised his own hand and rang the third bell.

Ding!

The boys’ head’s shot up in unison to see him grin, his sharp teeth even visible from that far below. He addressed them in turn, realizing that he’d been roped into a much bigger scheme than he’d first expected when he’d waltzed into the theater.

“What have you got planned, Tira?” Takete had asked of his favorite concubine only weeks prior.

“Nothing much, just love and war.” 

She’d smirked at him from across the table, the party of Dragons that accompanied him paying them little attention as they were entertained by the other attractions of the club.

“All I need you to do is hold a coin and keep a promise.”

“What promise?”

“The one you made to Raven- that you would let her take her trips around the sun undeterred.”

It became immediately clear where his wallet had gone; if he’d learned anything about Gojo, it was that he could back himself up. But what about his friend?

He winked at the dark haired boy, and the kid balked, averting his gaze.

“May you win the night, young man” he toasted the boy.

Because you’ll soon learn that my loans are repaid in blood.

“Please remember, fellow patrons, that even if you have not won the chance to bid for the girl, that any number of women that you’ve seen tonight are up for the taking. We also encourage gambling, as we watch our bidders take on the challenge of securing our most exquisite prize.”

~~~~

So they get to bet on us? Gojo wondered. Interesting. I'll have to get in on that….if anyone will take my bet, that is.

His eyes flickered to Geto's slumped figure, eyeing Takate in his box. Gojo looked up into the box himself, the man toasting his friend. 

Ugh. Not while he's in the ring.

Unless…

"Fate finds those who choose no destiny. Fine, Tira. I'll bite."

~~~~

A gleam came to the announcer's eye for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued.

“However, there will be no cheering, sneering, choking, fighting, or killing, as the performance is taking place, please.” 

Chatter enveloped the room, and white betting cards began to fly to and fro, waiters rushing to collect them from the rabid crowd. Every now and then, to the boys’ distress, the sea of onlookers glanced up at the balconies where the bidders sat, the undecided checking them out to see who looked like a winner.

“And now,”

The spotlight snapped into place at center stage.

“Let the games begin!”

The theater dropped to black, and bright white letters were projected onto the closed

curtain:

INTERMISSION

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[nochi-quinn]

campaign 3 episode 51: like a fucking fiddle

I am Afraid

sam riegel has never played a video game in his life

dslkjfskl he has to read all the disclaimers for the audio-only people

oh nooo

laura you're the main character how could you

"polishing the knobs"

I got distracted playing with my moon lamp

I can theoretically make it red but eh

the monitor I'm watching on trends warm so the lighting tonight is gonna be fun for me

do we need a deep dive on fcg right this fucking instant

donna noble voice: sometimes you need someone to stop you

poor laura

she probably had so much tea that day. or that weird chinese cough syrup they seem to swear by

stop spending all your spells on sending

"that wasn't an accident"

ira's gonna kill xandis and gank the ship

like I'll be very happy to be proven wrong but magic 8 ball says Unlikely

"sam did a lot of pharmaceuticals before this game"

threaten ira with nana morri

sam suffering for his art

sam's gonna fuck with laura about her voice all gd night isn't he

am I the only person old enough to remember Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot

I'm a simple bitch, I hear "three-pronged claw" and I think Doctor Loboto

someone get him some tinfoil

him leg too big for him got-dam robit

"how do I see - " "take the glasses off"

samuel

damn, nobody can talk tonight

okay where's the bioshock au fanart

they're ALL gonna fuck with laura about her voice

ashley

sam's fuckin gas can

"traveler's garments" they're all wearing green cloaks

NATURAL 20 OF FUCK OFF

oh shit

dunamis bunny

oh somebody finally commented on the warder/water thing

notohan

not the "son"

oh that's not great

ngl I dozed off until everybody yelled @ initiative

I am saving my attention span for when the moon hatches

"wiz kids exists!"

this can obviously only end well

"I'm going to then shit"

rapidly hiding and scarfing food OR me playing breath of the wild

"massive explosions" found caleb

oh NICE

NOT NICE

it was a good idea tho

PROJECT CHICKEN LITTLE

[puts xandis in a bubble]

pls no break ryn

NO BREAK RYN

not the Guess I'll Die

who left the robot unsupervised

HEY

PUT HIM DOWN

"uh-oh-regard"

UH-OH-REGARD

CAN WE HAVE A KEYLETH PLS

we need the Marisha Convergence

every time with the petrify and the arms

I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER AN AIRSHIP PLEASE

HEY WHAT

HEY W H A T

PUT TIME BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

YEAH

godDAMMIT

LET US HAVE NICE THINGS

"and that's when scanlan shorthalt arrived" listen I'm still crossing my fingers for kiki to bring grog

fcg! buzzsaw!

oh thank GOD xandis booked it

correct response

fucking reddit atheist bro

MATTHEW

that was a hair you didn't need to split

oh cool now I'm crying

"looks important, better push everything"

WHERE KIKI

IS KIKI??

KEYTEOR???

KEYTEOR!!!

MARISHA CONVERGENCE

NO

matthew

sir

matthew you have to drive home with her

HE

THE BOY

he's gonna be in so much trouble with his mom

BUT

liam piecing his brain back together in real time

"he's just so attractive~"

I need this animated. vax as described in the dalen's closet one-shot but animated

nooooo he was so close

god there's not even half an hour left what happens

MONKEY

"let a monkey end this"

WEREWOLF OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE

okay that was a good line, I'll give chetney that one

godDAMMIT

like a bird off a windshield

hey I hate it

god I'm so glad my kid's off school tomorrow, no way I sleep after this

noooOOOO

they fucked with keyleth to draw her in bc they knew it'd bring vax in??? is that what fucking happened???

HEY MATT WHAT THE FUCK

NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR GROG

oh we have LAURA book-on-head

that's never good

somebody get liam a goddamn fainting couch

they just got fucking BLASTED

is robit on moon???

they're on WILDEMOUNT???

what the FUCK

okay I mean this very legitimately somebody get liam a bottle of water and a blanket. like shit.

somebody get ME a bottle of water and a blanket.

[createherself]

donnanxble replied to your post: can’t stop thinking how wild it’d be for rose in...

ten gets no rights. that dalek shoots him and the bitch flops like a fish. end scene.

saving us from post journey’s end ten who is, for whatever reason, an insufferable jackass

[cognitosclowns]

Reader has a baby and they bring them to work one day and them interacting with the group? Or maybe just headcannons about them with kids.

AAAAAA I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THISSSS <333

ALL SFW JUST SOME CUTENESS <333

UHHHH THIS IS MOSTLY <33 BABYSITTING HCS ACTUALLY BUT CLOSE ENOUGH LMAO. also sorry this got so fucking long lmao i just loved this idea sm. its so fluffy.

GIGI

OH SHE LOVES KIDDOS <33 I like to think she either has a kid of her own, or maybe a little sister? Either way she's so good with kids. If you need smb to look after your kid for a few hrs, drop em off at her office

SHES NOT AFRAID TO BE GOOFY WITH THEM. She'll let them do her makeup and smear it all over her face while,, she makes them look super adorable. She'll take a bunch of pictures w/ them too.

SHE LETS THEM TRY ON HER HEELS N SHIT?? they're stumbling around all over the place but they feel COOL so its fine

'Little Miss/Sir/Mx', usually doesn't use their name!!

'Little Mx <3 come here please, I'm not gonna have you go back to Y/N without some food in your stomach'

THEY RAID THE VENDING MACHINES <33 OH BOY OH BOY SHE NEVER HAS AN EXCUSE TO DO THAT, ITS A BLAST.

YEA SHE KINDA SPOILS THEM <3333 a buncha junk food and yummy treats and probably a buncha gifts whenever they visit.

She's their super fun Auntie Gigi now <333

MYC AND ANDRE

IF YOU GIVE THE KID TO EITHER OF EM, THEY'RE PAIRING UP. They both know there's no FUCKING WAY THEY CAN DO IT ALONE LMAO.

MYC ABSOLUTELY DISGUISES HIMSELF AS A HUMAN BC,,, HE DOESN'T WANNA DEAL WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS.

'what do you feed a 10 year old?' Myc is just,, rummaging through Andre's sparse pantry n fridge.

'uhhh cheese.. and... g r a p essss?'

'woow is that so?' in that Way Of His

'>:( do you have any bright ideas???'

meanwhile the kid is like,, already getting into shit. Into all the shit. they probably steal some shinies from his bowl of Cool Shit He Found (tm)

ITS FINE THEY FIND ANDRE'S LEGOS AND ARE COMPLETELY DISTRACTED FOR LIKE,, 10 MINUTES TRYNA PRY TWO PIECES APART. andre absolutely joins them bc,, he forgot he had those!! oh fuck he used to built such cool shit w/ them!!

'what kinda fuckin adult has legos???' Myc is lovingly teasing him while he spoons Microwaved Mac N Cheese into a little bowl for the kiddo

'the COOL kind. Come play with us I saved you a pile.'

(... yea myc plays legos. by the end they all end up making this,, giant castle thing w/ a little place for the kid's Circus Tent that they made. They order takeout and inhale sweets and are all passed out in a pile on the floor when you come to get your kid)

ALSO,,,,

'oh ffffffffffff- (remembers theres a kid)-fffffriiiiick?'

*the most unimpressed look* '... fuck shit piss!!!'

'EYYYYY I LIKE THIS KID, WANNA LEARN A NEW ONE-'

'MYC N O-'

JR

OH FUCK NO GET IT AWAY FROM HIM

I'm sorry he cannot stand kids. They're loud they're messy he never knows what to say. Any living human sub 15 he cannot tollerate. PLEASE NEVER GET HIM TO BABY SIT HE'LL BE SUCH A NERVOUS FUCKING WRECK.

he worries so much its gonna,, fall off smth and bonk it's head or explode or smth.

IF THEY'RE A LITTLE OLDER LIKE,,, IDK 13-17?? HE CAN PROBABLY MANAGE FINE AS LONG AS THEY DON'T GET IN HIS WAY TOO MUCH mdnsmds. he's still gonna worry himself into a fit.

He genuinely might use them as an assitant. Like sit them down by a filing cabinet and ask them to like,, sort stuff?? MSDNS HE'S VERY SURPRISED WHEN IT WORKS

REAGAN

VERY MUCH THE SAME. she doesn't explicitly hate kids,,, she just,,, really struggles with knowing what to do??

What do you say how do you interact with kids. her parents were awful she literally has No Clue What You're Supposed To Do When You Baby Sit

She mostly just sticks them in the corner with some books she used to read as a kid?? Like comics n stuff she had in her closet??

<333 eventually she notices the kid is like?? super into them but is having trouble reading some of the books??

........ *sigh*, she plods over, sits down, and starts reading to them. Because god dammit, her dad never did that when she struggled with shit and she refuses to have this kids memory of her be like that.

she nearly bursts into tears when the kid,, leans against her and falls asleep?? Its that kinda Nostalgic Sadness for smth that you never got as a kid?? <3

GLENN

HES LITERALLY A DAD <33 AND HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD.

HE'S JUST <333 like such a classic dad too?? Like he plays catch with em and everything?? MAYBE EVEN TEACHES EM SOME WRESTLING???

HES NOT AS YOUNG AS HE USED TO BE THO SO HE ABSOLUTELY GET TIRED LMAO

*sigh* he will be very dissapointed if you say he can't teach them how to shoot >:(

IF THEY GO TO THE PARK??? OHOHO HE MAKES ALL THE STUFF SO FUN

YKNOW THOSE,, GIANT WAVE THINGS?? I think it's called an X-Wave?? HE GRABS ONE OF THE ENDS AND STARTS PUSHING IT UP AND DOWN TO MAKE THE WHOLE THING,, LIKE A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. The kid (and every other kid on the playground lmao) is holding on for dear life, laughing their ass off.

Jungle Gym Races!! It reminds him of Basic Training lmao. LOTS OF CUTE NICKNAMES TOO. 'Cadet' is his favorite bc this kid gives him this,, Big Proud Grin <3

BRETT

AAAAA HES SUCH A GOOD BABYSITTER.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING ENERGETIC <333 HES A WALKING GOLDEN RETRIEVER. Pure and absolute energy. he gets genuinely excited when the kid asks to go to the park. THEY PLAY TAG TOGETHER. THEY TRY TO SWING A COMPLETE LOOP AROUND THE SWINGSET.

ALSO HE'S PLAYED EVERY SPORT AT LEAST ONCE SO LIKE,, if they're a sporty kid?? HELL YEA the two of em are gonna be having a blast.

HES,, KIND OF A PUSHOVER SO YEA THEY GET A BUNCH OF SWEETS AT THE STORE. How can he say no to those puppy dog eyes?? He wants the kid to like him!!

AAA they absolutely have a movie/video game night. Mario kart w/ popcorn n soda n all the good things in life.

HE SHOWS THE KID ALL THOSE OLD TV SHOWS AND MOVIES??? eventually the kiddo passes tf out halfway through Back to The Future 2.

When you pick up your child at the end of the day they're,,, completely exhausted <33 brett picks em up from where they're nappin on the couch and passes them off to you/

AB

'fine, I suppose' 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 into infinitum

He sits the kid down with some books that are,, absolutely way too far above their reading level. Because he also has no Fucking Clue what you expected him to do???

As kids do, they get bored as fuck and start asking questions about Why his Face Is Like That.

'I'm a highly advanced Artificial Intelligence, created to-'

'So, like a robot?'

'....... yes, I'm a robot.'

'NO WAY!!'

WHEN YOU COME BACK, AB IS DOIN ALL SORTS OF COOL ROBOT TRICKS?? turning his hands backwards, rolling his eyes back to reveal his circuits - the kid sitting on his shoulders, positively losing their mind bc its the coolest shit they've EVER SEEN

he spots you and Fumbles To Make Himself Look All Professional And Mean And All That Jazz

'productive day?'

*clears throat, smooths hair, removes child from his shoulders, etc* 'Productive - oh, nonono, haha. Perfectly calm. They were asleep most of the time.'

... meanwhile the,, entire basement area is chaos. Clear evidence of at least a few games of tag,,,,, Cardboard Tube Fencing,, and,,, *gasp* a chess tally, where he Totally Didn't Let The Kid Win So they Could Brag About Beating A Robot? If you didn't know better, you'd think the two of them had a fun day!

'BYE MISTER AB!!' with this big wave before you two leave? He'd protect your kid with his life you can drop him off at the basement literally anytime lmao

[quinnfebrey]

Okay picture this!

A big beautiful wedding venue. It’s the reception. Friends and family everywhere. Toni and Shelby are laughing and smiling and dancing with everyone as the music blasts. Suddenly as the song ends Toni runs away to the stage with the band and taps into the mic for everyone to settle down. She says she has a surprise for her new wife. Dot and Fatin drag a chair into the middle of the dance floor and motion for Shelby to sit down. The sound of a guitar starts to fill the room. And Toni serenades Shelby with “Honey” by Kehlani 😍

Let your mind wander as you listen because I can just picture Toni holding shelbys hands as she sings it or starts to twirl Shelby around and dances with her a little. You can also picture Shelby serenading Toni but the first thing I thought about what Toni singing it to Shelby 😊

YES and if i may elaborate..........

shelby sings for toni when she proposes, and so in return toni wants to do something special for shelby at their actual wedding

the resident hopeless romantic, leah, suggests singing a song, to which toni is like ?? that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard i thought you were my friend 😔

but then she thinks about it more and more bc the way it makes her feel when shelby sings to her (and the way regan did too) is something that shelby deserves to feel back

reign has a beautiful voice, and toni remembers how rachel and shelby would pass the time by singing and stuff together, so she’s like “hey would u sing for shelby at the wedding” and rachel is like ???? no??? i’m not singing a love song to YOUR wife???????

🧍🏻‍♀️

so then toni is like ok FINE and for three months she practices the one song with rachel every single day

one time as they’re getting ready for bed she’s just humming it under her breath and shelby is like “i didn’t know u sing ☺️” and toni is like SHUT UP I DONT 😦🔪

lil country boy spencer learns to play guitar as a kid bc yeeeeehaw tim mcgraw and by the time shelby and toni get married spencer is an adult and has moved out and is reconciling with everything. it’s not perfect, and god knows he has his own trauma to work through, but he does know that he loves his sister and he wants her to be happy and whatever happens in between is fine with him

toni asks him to get coffee one time and he’s like.. ok 🤠 and he’s sort of worried toni is gonna yell at him or something but instead toni is like “would u wanna play guitar at shelby’s wedding 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

so the two of them start meeting up once a week to practice that as well and they actually become really good friends and shelby is like ¿

anyway for no reason at all i have this thing in my mind that becca had a younger brother spencer’s age and that’s part of why they became so close (you know how when there’s a family w kids exactly the same age it’s easier for the families to connect??)

anyway, they want to slow it down into a ballad version, but they decide it’ll sound better if there’s piano with the guitar, and magically, becca’s little brother learned to play piano. so, spencer asks him if he wants to play at the wedding too because “lord knows our parents aren’t coming, so i think it would mean a lot”

as they’re practicing, toni learns all about becca from her little brother and about her friendship with shelby and even though she knew about what went down, getting to know becca (in a way) is a whole other thing

when the wedding day finally comes, toni almost wants to back out but she knows she actually really wants to do it, and she knows it’ll be so meaningful. dot and fatin corral shelby into the chair, and spencer and becca’s little brother step up to replace the band they hired, and toni steps up with a mic

she’s SO nervous, and so she looks directly at shelby because rachel promised her that the second she remembers why she’s doing this she’ll relax

well that was a fuckin lie

anyway, toni is literally shaking, but she’s able to keep her voice calm and collected

“this is something i’ve been working on for a few months,” toni says, taking a deep breath. flickering her gaze over to the death glare being stared at her, she locks eyes with rachel, who mimes taking a deep breath as toni continues, “i just — i wanted to do something special for you, you know? i guess i wanted to make you feel the way i do when i’m with you.”

(leah starts crying at this point)

toni may have planned a speech but of course she immediately forgets it and has to ✨improvise✨

“whether it was rapping to cover up my pee shyness or you singing me to sleep on the island or the records that constantly play in our house every day, music has been such an important part of our relationship,” she says. then, horrified when she entertains the fact that it’s possible shelby thinks this is going to be become a regular thing or something, she quickly adds, “by the way, this is absolutely never fucking happening ever again.”

martha is majorly face palming, and toni realizes she hasn’t even said what the fuck is actually happening, so she blurts out, “i’m singing you a song.” it’s not the most eloquent she’s ever been, and she chuckles at the look on shelby’s face. “yeah, i’m still just as surprised too.”

taking a deep breath, she nods to spencer, and finishes, “so, yeah. this is from me and becca.”

[phoebehalliwell]

I've always wondered about paige meeting a witch/darklighter hybrid? Because she is big on nurture vs nature but how would she react to someone who half of their existence is deadly to half of her? But at the same time they are both half witch?

okay but like!!!!! literally Literally we meet a fucking darklighter season 1 whose sole purpose was to knock somebody up like light magic has all these rules to follow but who’s setting the rules for dark magic? the source? the source doesn’t care oh no there are more evil babies in the world aaaa ?? it was the same thing with hecate it was the same thing with the manticore hell it was probably the same thing with cole. evil loves having lil half-mortal babies it stands to reason that the idea of an extra power boost from having a kid with say a witch (or hell even a warlock or any other mix up of the two) would only be a plus. it stands to reason that the girls should have run into So Many splits like. Especially darklighters!! given that we were literally told there’s like darklighters who specifically exist to just knock other people up (which also. girl what. boo.) i mean honestly? honestly? i don’t even think we need a hybrid just straight up someone with a mortal mother and a darklighter father like that alec/daisy situation who was raised by his mom for the majority of his life until his father found him and took him (maybe killing mom who’s 2 say) and tried raising him as a darklighter. but it’s like. you know. he was raised for the most part as a human kid and yes he had some powers teleportation and then like. instant kill. but like. those aren’t well no teleportation is but instant kill is not a fun power especially if you’re just supposed to be a normal dude!

and then i’ve talked about this before (this is where i would link the post If I Could Find It i searched for. 30-40 min. i do not know where it is. aaaaaaaaa.) i don't think darklighters are born with any innate imperative to kill whitelighters or anything, the same with demon warlocks etc. i think it's all a cultural thing like killing the most witches makes you like. idk you know popular celebrity within ur faction. like uhh u drive a whole bunch of whitelighters to suicide ur fuckin steph curry of ur darklighter clan the man can't miss. So. if we have a guy let's name the guy let's pick a name that means darkness. kieran!! okay so lil kieran was raised by mom and knows very little of his powers, and you know mom knows even less she doesn't even know his father's name. But!! mom is a future whitelighter, she's just a bit wayward at the moment, so her whitelighter cloaked her so that she can raise her son in peace n safety. but oh no!! mom's dead. and the cloaking on kieran was only an extension of mom's cloaking so now he's out in the open n here comes dad. and you know we'll say kieran's a bit of a fucked up kid nobody's perfect so like. he's never really quite fit in anywhere and he's always been terrified of his powers but when his dad offers him a people like him who understand him who can better hone his powers (we'll say he's in highschool) he's like this is lit!! and i get a crossbow! and he's always kinda taught that whitelighters are the enemy they're these abominations souls reanimated by the elders as weapons, stacked w powers, they can never move on, and they just have to behave as pawns to the elders whims. bc like. this kid was raised human he really doesn't get hunting whitelighters for like sport so his dad tries to keep him a little bit sheltered from the true nature of it all thinking that once the kid is older, once he gets the taste in his mouth he'll come around. so kieran spends ages 17 to like 23-25 underground in the underworld learning about darklighters learning about the lineage he's from but there's like. like he's a smart kid. and he knows there's something they're not telling him. so when he hears talk of two of his peers going on a hunt, he kinda tails them just to see what's what, only to see them maim a witch to kill their whitelighter, and who should their whitelighter be if not kieran's dead mom. and they leave both the witch and the whitelighter for dead bc like. kieran's mom can't heal with the poison in her veins it’s a slow working poison so they'll both be cold as the grave in 24hrs. and kieran like runs up to his mom like a) you're alive?!? b) you're a whitelighter?!!?!! and c) you know like what the fuck. because that's his Mom. she couldn't have like. told him. left him a sign. and you know like heart to heart blah blah blah and the witch is over here kinda saying like hi?? darklighter? what the fuck? and kieran's like aaaa because he can't help all he can do is like kill and the witch is like doesn't matter bring me a map and a crystal and using kieran's mom's blood scrys for the nearest whitelighter like u should be able to sense them go bring them to us and maybe i won't vanquish you, a threat kieran has literally never received, and quite frankly the terminology makes him a little bit uncomfortable.

and you know where else should the crystal land if not south bay social services, and you know kieran really doesn't know what he's looking for he's never hunted whitelighter so he was never taught to sense them but evidently it's in his power so he gives it a shot but like no. what's he even looking for? he has no idea. so instead he just runs up to this raven haired woman about his age like fuck it do you have a phone. and paige is like ??? who do you need to call who are you here for what are you here for do i need to grab you any forms and kieran's like fuck it if you go to this address you'll find to people in mortal danger. they need help. and then like. bolts. and paige is like what the fuck!!

and you know blah blah blah they manage to save the witch but they can't save the mom bc they don't know what poisoned her and it kinda makes the papers Because It's Fuckin Weird especially because the mom already died?? this woman literally must have faked her own death five years ago only to die from an unknown poison in a san francisco apartment. and then you know blah blah blah within a month or two it's revealed paige is a charmed one! a witchlighter! and then comes the reveal of darklighters and their poisoned arrows and paige is like wait. i've seen this before. and describes you know the scene with the witch and the woman and leo's like. i should name the mom. soleil. leo's like that was soleil she was a whitelighter, and piper's like wait why were you there, and paige is like i don't know there was this guy who told me to go to that address to save them and then like ran away, and piper and phoebe are like that's fuckin weird. and he approached u specifically? and paige is like yeah he pushed his way across the office to get to my cubicle. and piper phoebe are looking at leo like what does this mean what does this mean, and leo's like idk. and meanwhile kieran's trying to break from the darklighter clan but he knows he can't get out unless he's cloaked. so he goes back to try to find the witch he saved to ask her to cloak him but she says she doesn't have that power and he's like okay well who does and she's like only a whitelighter does and he's like okay could u find me one and she's like r u fucking joking. you want me to get a whitelighter here just so u can kill? and kieran's like what no i'm not i want out that's why i'm here i don’t wanna be a darklighter anymore, and the witch is like that's not a choice you have it's in your blood now the only reason i'm letting you live rn is because evidently you’re soleil’s kid she was a good woman i trusted her but i don't know you. and i don't trust you. and if you orb in here again i swear to god i will vanquish you. just so we can get you know a solid dose of light magic not trusting kieran, not based on his actions (hell even in spite of his actions) but purely based on his lineage.

so blah blah blah kieran start spending more and more time above ground and just trying to subtly distance himself from the clan which his father can sense and quite frankly like yes is concerned but is more just like. pissy because he's making him look bad, especially the fact he's gone this long without a kill it's making him look weak. so his dad's like fuck it we're going hunting together and now it's like. obviously non optional. you're gonna kill a whitelighter or you'll you know get the boot lose the only people who could possibly understand you so you know it's kieran and dad above ground and he's teaching him to sense for whitelighters teaching him what the skill is and kieran's actually picking it up quite well and honestly. honestly? he might make this kill. he can't survive alone. he doesn't even know who he is. and his powers are calling him loud and clear to a whitelighter. meanwhile paige is out on a mission with like piper and leo and immediately drops everything breaks from the pack starts running because there's that guy!! and kieran realizes that the call is coming from the raven haired girl. and that his dad is right behind her lining up the shot.

and so you know act now think later he grabs paige and they disappear into a cloud of black orbs and reemerge right behind his father and kieran calls his crossbow and shoots his father. in the shoulder. it's intentional. kieran has great aim. and he won't kill. and his dad's fuckin pissed and honestly about ready to kill the both of them when piper rounds the corner and blasts him to bits. and well. now kieran's definitely left with no family. so he says a quick apology to paige and orbs out. and piper and leo are like that one was a darklighter too!! and paige is like no no u don't get it. he just saved me. and they're like He What? why'd you follow him into this alley in the first place? and paige is like that's the guy! the guy the soleil & witch guy who told me to save them. and leo's like a darklighter working to save a witch and whitelighter? that's not right. paige i trust you i don't think you're lying but i don't think you know the whole story. he's a darklighter. they're evil. and paige is like then why did he save me? why did he save the other witch? why’d he try to save the whitelighter? and piper's like for all we know he's the one who shot her you saw his crossbow. and paige is like no this isn't right there's something we don't know here. blah blah blah they go to the original saved witch who informs them that while kieran is a darklighter he's soleil's son and paige is like !!! i knew it! he's an innocent we're meant to save him. and piper and leo are like respectfully, paige, no, that's way too dangerous. bonus round if piper's pregnant here pre- orb shield knowledge. and leo's like paige he can't help it it's nature it's just who he is. he can't be good. and paige is like why. why not. and leo's like he's half darklighter. and paige is like yeah and i'm half whitelighter. and piper's like fuckin yeah babe that's The Point he's a danger to us. and paige is like no the point is if it's all so predetermined if there's no fighting what we're born as they why was i awful. why was i a brutal cruel evil miserable child? you don't know me and you don't know the things i've done (pushing back the paige dead parent reveal for later) and it doesn't matter that i have literally angel blood i was terrible! there was nothing in my nature that held me back from that vicious side. i chose to grow. i chose to become the woman i am today and every morning i wake up and chose that it's not some predestined halo around my head it's me waking up every day and choosing to fight for the good in this and you know what i think he's part of it.

[nonstop-haikyuu]

Saving Kacchan

A another fic from my other blog! Just a small bkdk hurt and comfort piece that takes place after Bakugou was kidnapped! 

Word Count: 1,638 

“Stay back, Deku!” Bakugo insisted, just as the villain with stitches yanked him into the warp, disappearing from sight as Izuku dove towards them, only to smash into the ground as Katsuki was taken from his friends. The young heroes stared at the sight where the blond student had disappeared from then slowly turned to Deku, who was still lying on his stomach, a look of disbelief and something that could only be described as heartbreak across the face of Midoriya. 

Todoroki inched forward, perhaps to help his friend to his feet or pat him on the back in reassurance but the shattered voice of Izuku rang out as he screamed, his voice rattling against the trees, the leaves fluttering at the sound. 

Soon, Tsu and Ochako managed to catch up to the rest of their friends and as they broke through the line of trees into the small opening, they paused at the sight that greeted them. There, lying in the center of his friends, was a now sobbing Izuku, his arms lying limp at his side. 

The frog like hero turned to Tokoyami, who was laying on the forest floor, confusion and frustration across his face then she murmured, “No… they couldn’t have gotten Bakugo.” But with a quick nod of her friend’s head, instantly one of Izuku’s greatest fears were confirmed: his life long friend and long term crush had been kidnapped by the League of Villains and no one had any idea on why they wanted him. 

Eventually the group was able to make it back to camp, Aizawa encountering them as they broke the treeline, a now unconscious Izuku cradled in Shoji’s arms, the rest of the students limping in beside them. The damage was evident and it was clear that whatever the villains were aiming for, they at least succeeded in one part: capturing Katsuki Bakugo. 

The first time that Izuku regained consciousness for an amount of time longer than a minute, his mother was downstairs in the cafeteria, grabbing something for her to eat. Aizawa was waiting bedside, to give an update as best as he could. However, the fever he gained from his injuries had turned him delirious and it nearly broke Aizawa’s heart to tell the young hero the truth about what had been going on for the last two days. 

“Kacchan,” Izuku rushed out, nearly jumping out of his skin, “I need to find Kacchan, I can’t let Shigaraki have him, he’s mine!” His teacher laid a gentle hand on his shoulder then stated in the softest voice he could muster, “Stop, you’re going to rip your stitches. Bakugou… he hasn’t been found yet, but we’re looking for him.”

An almost inhuman screech erupted from the young hero then began thrashing around in his bed, fighting his teacher’s grasp as he screamed, “Kacchan! I have to find Kacchan! He can’t be left on his own, I won’t let him think that I left him behind!” A nurse rushed in then murmured, “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s alright, I think you’re just a bit delirious from the pain, so just lay back and relax, I’m going to give you something to numb that darn old fever of yours.” 

The next time that he awoke, Inko was standing outside of his room chatting with a doctor then he turned to the left of him, surprised to see Recovery Girl putting away her lip balm as she sat in the chair beside the bed. She glanced up then said softly, “Oh Midoriya… I heard what you did for that young boy, to protect him. And poor Bakugou.. I am so sorry, Izuku. I know how much he means to you.” 

Izuku’s body began to tremble, tears streaming down his face and she raised a soft hand to his face, wiping his tears away as she murmured, “It’s okay, sweetie. All Might is going to find him. Don’t you about a single thing, Izuku. The only thing that you need to worry about is getting better.” 

He sniffled and curled into himself as best as he could without too much stress on his body then the recovery hero gave an understanding nod before exiting the hospital room. And so much more would take place over the course of the next few weeks. The heroes would rescue Bakugou, All Might would defeat All for One and retire as the Symbol of Peace, and the students of UA would move into the dorms as a further precaution to prevent villain attacks. 

Izuku was finishing up the final touches in his room when someone knocked on his door, causing him to pause. Uraraka and Iida had both stopped by when they had finished moving in and they had offered Midoriya to go to lunch with them but he turned them down, citing that he still had so much to finish and he was still feeling the aftereffects of the camp attack. So who was knowing at his door? 

He began to walk towards the door when the person began to knock insistently, clearly agitated that Deku hadn’t answered their first civil tap. Confusion set in when he realized that it was Bakugou on the other side of the door then the green haired teen opened the door to see a glaring Katsuki. 

“Took you long enough to open the damn door, Deku. What are you, deaf? You know what, don’t answer that.” Bakugou muttered, pushing into Midoriya’s room. Izuku raised his eyebrows at his oldest friend then yelped, “W-Wait, Kacchan, what are you doing in here?!” 

The blond shot him an annoyed look and settled at the foot of his bed as he answered, “What the hell do you think I’m doing in here, you damn nerd? I’m here to… I’m here to say I’m sorry. I know you got real fucked up when the League kidnapped me and I wanted to ask you… Fuck, this was a stupid idea. Fucking Dumb Hair and his fucking idiotic ideas-”

“Wait, Kirishima told you to come say sorry to me?” Midoriya asked in a quiet tone. Bakugou froze and glanced up when he realized what he had let slip then Izuku slid into a chair, staring down at the multiple journals he had stacked on the desk. 

Katsuki came to a slow stand then crouched in front of the green haired hero before he admitted in a low voice, “No. I decided to come say sorry after I got unpacked. Shitty Hair wanted me to ask you something else because he has this stupid fucking theory about us, said he had actual proof to back it up too.” 

Midoriya stiffened as the words set in and Katsuki took notice of the tenseness before he accused, “You know what he wanted me to ask you now… don’t you, Deku?” Color flushed into the shorter teen’s cheeks and he began to shake his head before Bakugou rose to his feet, tilting Izuku’s head upwards with a finger as the blond snarled, “Don’t fucking lie to me, nerd, I know you better than any of these extras could ever fuckin’ hope to. Tell me the truth: do you know what Kirishima wanted me to ask you?” 

“I mean, I might but if I’m being honest, I have no real proof if it’s what he wanted you to talk to me about and if it is what I’m thinking he wanted you to ask then he has no right telling you to ask me that when he knows that I know that you don’t actually feel the same way-” Katsuki tangled his fist into the front of Izuku’s shirt then jerked up to his feet, leaning close enough to where their noses brushed then he hissed, “Quit your fucking blabbering, Deku, and tell me the fucking truth. Don’t tell me what you think you know, just fucking tell me what you think Dumb Hair sent me to ask you.” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened and he gulped hard before he whispered, “I think he sent you to ask me if I had a crush on you.” His emerald gaze fell to the floor as Bakugou stared at him, his expression surprisingly unreadable. After so many years of knowing each other, Izuku thought that he knew every emotion and the way that Katsuki had viewed them but this one was new and so unfamiliar to the younger teen. 

There was no telling what was about to happen, so how was Izuku supposed to protect himself when Bakugou would lose his temper? But then the truly unexpected thing happened; Katsuki released Deku’s shirt and cupped his face to pull him into a kiss. 

Midoriya’s knees nearly buckled but the blond pulled him closer, his tongue peeking out to press into the young teen’s mouth before Katsuki backed away, a satisfied grin across his face. Izuku stared up at him with wonder in his eyes and the taller hero traced a thumb along Deku’s bottom lip as he rumbled, “Don’t fuckin’ assume shit, ‘kay, nerd? Makes you look like an ass and trust me, you have enough ass already.” The green haired teen stared at his oldest friend then he whispered, “You kissed me… Kacchan, do you like me?” 

“You’re a pain in the ass nerd who doesn’t know when to stop talking. But you’re my fuckin’ nerd so yeah, I guess I like you or whatever. And if Shitty Hair hears that I kissed you because I let it slip that he wanted me to ask you out, I swear to God, I blast you to America, you got me?” A giddy laugh escaped Midoriya and he smiled up at Bakugou like he had hung the entire galaxy just for Izuku then he replied, “I got you, Kacchan. And I’m not letting you go this time.”

[iamtheempress]

A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 4) ¤ ¤ ¤

Calamatta managed to roll out of bed and redress herself. Pulling on the suit and grabbing a spare to bring with her on her trip to To-Rot. Leaving her room she met with Nappa. "There she is!" He chugged a caffeinated hot beverage down like it was nothing, Raditz stood beside him counting his wad of cash and stuffing it in his armor. 

"Pay looks nice." She yawns and stretches making her cute tail curl and back arch abit. "37,000. Not bad but could be better. Vegeta got the most of it." Nappa nods and pushes the yawning female saiyan a mug of the hot beverage. "Thanks...gonna need it." "Damn right you are! Vegeta is still sleeping. Weird he said he was gonna get up before us.. eh whatever. Lets get your pod and stuff ready then well worry bout him." Nappa said as Calamatta shined off the mug and pushed it away.

Upon going to the pod, her coordinates were set and everything was packed into there Raditz, who was standing besides her piped up, leaning against the pod with his massive arms crossed. "Dont take this the wrong way Calamatta but… why are you so…" he moves his hands in an hour glass shape and tilts his head. Calamatta went wide eyed and fixed her suit where her ass is. 

"If thats how you flirt with women that was a strike out, good lord! And I have know idea why! Its just my body shape idiot…" she comments hearing Nappa wheeze as he fixes some wires within the pod, followed by him clanging his head leaving. "Im not! I d-dont flirt its just that… well… shes got… n-nice legs and … a great fa-" Calamatta thwipped her tail like a nervous cat. The bay door slid open and Raditz's poor excuse for flirtation was stopped DEAD in its tracks. "Stop harassing Calamatta on her body type Raditz, Saiyan women were given bodys to kill, shes built like a fine tuned weapon whether you see it or not." Vegeta points up at Raditz who scowled with a full face of blush. "Oh so you look at her too Vegeta?" Calamatta slaps her forehead and raises her voice flicking Raditz in the forehead for his really stupid comment. "Can yall stop talking about me like im not fuckin here??" She snapped annoyed and heard Nappa close up the oxygen port.

 "Ready boss?" She asked Vegeta, who nodded and got into his respective pod and punched in the coordinates manually. "Later guys!" She got in and Raditz and Nappa left the pod evac room. 

Vegeta's voice sparked to life on her scouter. "Theres a hidden base by the most recent Frieza Force there.. we should make it there in an hour so that will be our base of operation. No breaches from outside forces." She nods and for the 2nd time in her life the pod flew straight out of the mothership into the cold vacuum of space. 

She crossed her arms and watched Vegetas whiz right past her hurtling with effort and ease to the planet that only seemed to become larger.. if that wasnt already more possible.

 She marveled at it… it was amazing. It was a shame she was there for a job to do. 

It was under 50 minutes where there pods broke entry to the planets atmosphere, careening and becoming hot to the touch, cold metal heating up faster, and faster becoming scorching red hot. Then the mountain range came into view, with the ship in sight the two pods crashed right into a large cave system. 

Welding their pods into the hard rock walls to jut through with 0 damage just enough room for the pods to open on the opposite side of the mountain. Calamatta and Vegeta pushed the button to open the pod bay doors, they took one solid whif of the atmosphere and Cala sighed. "To-Rot huh.. so wheres the base ship?" Cala steps her boots onto the alien planets surface. "5 miles that way. Stay within the tree line, follow my lead." The prince cracks his neck and blasts away leaving a trail of dust and debris behind him.

 "Say no more.." she stated following close behind Vegeta. Vegetas eyes were trained ahead. Toa ship that was covered in dirt and over growth. He tapped his scouter to be sure. "Perfect.. no signs of power levels. Excellent!" He smirked, the prince and Calamatta landed outside of the ship. Vegeta punched in a code and they were both let in. "Good.. now.. lets have a look around. The recent failed mission logs should have data from their logs. Have a look around for food and whatever else when i find the log ill call for you"  Vegeta announced as the hangar door shut behind them locking followed by a robotic voice. 

'Systems Armed'

Calamatta turned on her heels and scampered to the back of the ship. Vegeta watched the eager Saiyan trot away, with a sigh and a roll of his eye he headed towards the command deck of the ship. 

Collected with dust and opened up first aid kits, Vegeta scanned the surrounding area cautiously. 3 lone scouters covered in blood sat on the front of the deck. An ominous reminder of the past couple of grunts who died here. 

He snagged the three up and turned to call for Calamatta "Found them! Get up here!"

Calamatta dropped this box of rations she found and walked quickly to the front to see him plugging in the scouters logs. An unfamiliar voice chimed to life. 

"F-Force log number 1, we have arrived at To-Rot, this area is to be our base of operation since the inhabitants cannot scale plateaus or fly. We will commence terraformation and return in a week." Vegeta clicked the 2nd video, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. 

"F-Force Log number 2… uhm.. Que, Roa, and Gil went missing yesterday. We have been here for 3 days now and i have seen hide nor tail of them... ill send a distress warning to the mother ship but i will go and find my crew." 

He pressed the last one and the room suddenly became much heavier. "F-Force number 3… i found my crew.. w-whats left of them…" he held up baren bones and armor. "This planets fucked up… if you know whats good for you send the Saiyans.. theyll do a better job.. i couldnt save my crew! This is Nutte signing off… i'm going to look for Roa.”

"Thats… not good.." Vegeta groaned and plugged in the next scouter, A new crew came up on the screen, a crew of ten. The crew was looking around, brows raised and sweat on their brow. “So we are the 4th crew to come to this planet alone, from what were aware these uh… the main population of this race is highly hostile and we need to utilize lethal force...Well update as we go along.” After that log there was no update, no commanders log. He stepped away and swiped a hand through his hair. “Last log…”  He clicked on it which was 7 full days ago. 

A Log List of all the times this one computer has been logged into popped up. It was far more then 4.

10 Crew lists came through. Crews of upwards of 5 being the smallest to 30 being the most. All vanished within days of arrival. All of them mentioning, to send someone stronger, someone more capable. The Saiyans, they begged for the Saiyans help and they were all sent on suicide missions back to back to back to back.

Vegeta slammed his hands down on the console making it glitch the screen. “Of course theyd call for us…dammit!” He barked and kept his back turned away from her. “So they sent them on suicide missions because… they didn’t want to send us?” She questioned, furrowing her brows trying to wrap her head around the situation. “Frieza didnt want to send me and the other two… He sent US on a suicide mission.” Vegeta turned quickly and stared daggers into Calamatta, the overwhelming feeling of concern rain heavy within her head, and sat uncomfortably in her stomach like something she shouldnt have eaten.

Vegeta crossed the room and pointed his finger right into her chest a deep growl emanating from behind his bared teeth. “He went and sent ME with YOU so we can both perish!” “Hey hey what the hell! Calm down abit, well make it out of here ill follow orders.” Vegeta’s vein popped out on his forehead, eyes narrowed furious.

 “Thats not my point. Your optimism is the closest thing we have to any cocky behavior! It doesnt surprise me why Frieza sent me to a month long mission..” She put up her hands and once again her heart sunk; she went wide eyed staring into the princes heartlessly infuriated black eyes.

Friezas words rattled in her skull ‘your life is as forfeit to me as it is Vegeta…’

“I dont get why he would send both of us to die.” He turned back around and walked to a table with a map on it. “You stood at Frieza’s side for as long as you have been able to speak, you wanted freedom from him, now you might as well see the harsh reality, he never had any good intentions for you Calamatta. He wants you dead, so much so hell send the both of us to a lethal planet to terraform on our own…” He said flatly, Calamatta remained silent her tail loosely hanging from her waist. Her dignity and pride feeling like it was oozing out of her very pores. “Now get over here and lets get an idea of the land… this moon has two moons and we have to plan accordingly.” The map is very detailed of the entirety of the planet from the red deserts to the lush green forests and then to the grayed out city scapes. All of them giant hot beds of activity, teaming with life as they knew it. 

His orders were direct and bland. Calamatta dragged her feet, depressed. Feeling less and less like a Saiyan by the moment, it wasnt so much Vegeta.. it was how quickly she was starting to realize Frieza was right, and goddamn did it grate her nerves to know that... The idea of freedom is going to be lightyears more heavier then she could imagine, shes not even close and this is what she has to deal with. Calamatta tightened her tail back up around her waist and listened to her Princes expertise plan of attack.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #403

“ashes to ashes, watch me disappear”

If given the opportunity, would you like to star in a musical? Definitely not. I don't like musicals. Name one person you’d take a bullet for: There's honestly a lot, but Mom immediately came to mind. Any posters of a band on your bedroom wall? Yeah: Metallica and Marilyn Manson currently. I want lots more, especially an Ozzy one. Do you think you’ve already met your soulmate? I don't believe in soulmates. Do you share your bedroom with anyone? No, unless you include my cat and snake. Is your favorite color yellow? No, it's actually one of my least favorites. Were you born in a hospital? I was. Do you know the name of the person that delivered you? No, but Mom does. I think he delivered me and my two sisters, and I know Mom has seen him since for other reasons. Was your birth recorded? God no. Good call, Mom. Did you eat a peach this week? Would you believe me if I told you I had a small bit of peach pie for my sister's birthday? For some reason, I just really wanted to try some. It was okay, but the aftertaste sucked. Are you leaving the house tomorrow? Yes, for TMS therapy. Every weekday. Do you enjoy romantic movies, even when they’re cliche? I honestly do. If you could get free vocal lessons would you take them? Probably not. I don't like singing in front of anyone, and it's not like I wanna get anywhere with my singing, so. Is your mother diabetic? She is. Are you? No. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. What is your main responsibility each day? Be sure to take my medications. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. There are rare mornings where I forget, but I almost always remember. I don't fw skipping out on meds that keep my mental health stable. When was the last time you used spray paint? Good question. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Yep. Who is the friendliest person you know? My mom, probably. Something that annoys you about summer: THE HEAT. THE HUMIDITY. UGH. Something that annoys you about winter: Hm. That's hard to say, given I love winter. I guess the fact it doesn't snow enough here. Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side-by-side. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. Have you ever cried in a movie theater? Not sobbed or anything, but I've definitely teared up and gotten the sniffles because of multiple movies. Do you read comic books? No. Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? No. Have you ever seriously pretended to be clinically insane? I didn't need to pretend; I'm pretty damn sure I was for a while. Might I add that it's EXTREMELY inconsiderate to pretend you're insane, btw. Insanity is not "cool." It's not "funny." It's not "edgy." It's a serious, confusing, heart-wrenching issue that can ruin lives. Do you know anyone with a stutter? Yes, myself included when I'm even mildly nervous. And sometimes just randomly. With a lisp? I don't believe so. What was the last board game you played? The Disney version of "Pretty Pretty Princess" w/ my niece and even my nephew, even though his sexist-ass dad didn't want him to. Like let your kid have some fun with his sister and aunt, goddamn. They had a blast. It was Aubree's birthday present from me, so I am SO glad she loved it. Did you win? Ha ha, no, I always let Aubree or Ryder win. I came super close once, but I let the kids bend the rules a bit. They don't like losing, and even though they definitely need to understand that just happens and is totally fine for it to, I wasn't about to be the one to make them sad about it. When was the last time you tried to speak with an accent? OH MY LAAAAAWWWWWWD. Also at Aubree's b-day party, at one point, I spoke in a snobbish British accent while I was winning at the aforementioned game. Ryder asked, "Why are you speaking Spanish?", and I fuckin DIED. Have you ever made up a word before? Yeah, I know at least a few instances for fantasy animals in writing. When was the last time you went to a museum? A couple summers ago when my brother and his son visited, we went to a science museum. My nephew was sooooo into it. Do you have a nice yard? If so, do you spend a lot of time outside in it? If not, where do you go when you want to relax outdoors on nice days? Our front and back yards are both small and honestly very boring. The grass is a pretty green, but that's the only nice thing about it. I don't go to sit outside here on any day. Do your parents enjoy any of the things that you enjoy? Do you bond over these things? My parents and I have very similar music tastes, so there's that. I also didn't know for the longest time that Mom likes to write, which I sure as hell do, too! She doesn't really write anymore though, and she's self-conscious of it anyway, like I am. She and I also love a lot of the same shows. What is the movie that you have waited the longest for/which film do you remember anticipating the most/are still anticipating? I think The Incredibles 2. I aaaalways wanted to know what happened after the end of the first film. Do you have any ideas for a story or movie you’re planning to write or you’d write if you had the time/had the talent? Please share a synopsis! I genuinely think some RP I've written is series-worthy, but I don't feel like re-writing the YEARS of RP into a book format, and I sincerely worry that the ridiculously dark parts could inspire people like serial killers and cause A LOT of controversy, crime-blaming, and just general hate. I don't want to be involved in that. What is something that an interested guy/girl could comment about you, that would make you instantly open to them (e.g., “That book you’re reading is from my favorite author”)? Compliment my Markiplier tattoo, obviously knowing it's a tribute to him, and we're essentially besties. Is there a person in your life (maybe barely) that you feel in constant competition with (even just in your imagination)? Maybe you feel they are consistently outshining you? Ugh... there's a local photographer that's much more successful than I am that I admittedly am very envious of. I swear to whatever god you may believe in that I mean it from a modest perspective, I really, really do, but I genuinely think my skills surpasses hers, and she's only more prevalent because photography REALLY is about who you know. She's talented, yes, but like... come on. If you are single, even if you are normally happily single, are there certain specific things you witness that make you wish you were in a relationship (e.g., people getting engaged)? I mean yeah. I miss cuddling, holding hands, kissing, just being cute together, and especially people getting engaged or having kids. It's such a trigger to me. Once upon a time, that's all I wanted with Jason. I wanted to be that beautiful couple that got married and had two or three loved-beyond-words children, but then he left so abruptly, and I feel like it was so brutally robbed from me. I don't want kids anymore like at all, but the point still stands that I felt like my dreams were just ripped away. Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? I use "Ozzkat" just about everywhere. Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. There have been a couple days or so where I was totally glued to looking up various tattoo designs, bingeing let's plays or conspiracy theory videos, etc. etc. If you ever think about getting married, what are some aspects of the wedding that you would like to see in a non-traditional manner (e.g., a different color dress or “partners” over “husband” and “wife”)? I WILL NOT get married in a church, first of all. I'm also not having the traditional vows, and I probably won't wear a white dress, but instead black. Salt & vinegar, barbecue, sour cream & onion, or cheddar? Ohhhh, I like all those options but barbecue. I think I've gotta go with sour cream & onion, though. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? A D O R A B L E ! ! ! I think they're ordinarily geeky, but I mean, geeky is cute in my world. :^) Do you believe in demonic possession? How about ghosts? Angels? Angels, no. Spirits/ghosts, 100%. I don't exactly believe in demons, per se, but I do question if evil spirits can possess someone. What is one romantic movie that you enjoy enough to watch more than once? I've seen The Notebook numerous times. Name three countries you want to visit; why those three? South Africa to interact with meerkats at the KMP, somewhere up in Canada to see the Northern Lights, and Germany just because, really. I took German for four semesters, and the culture and all just interests me. Do you have a good luck charm? No, considering I don't believe they do jack. Do you use Skype to talk to your friends? Only Sara. Now that I have Discord semi-figured out now though, we'll probably use that for voice chatting. Are you allergic to any animals? I might be allergic to dogs. Do you usually spend your weekends out, or at home? I'm like... always at home. Do you think it’s wrong for people to say "retard/retarded" as an insult? Absofuckinglutely. Don't pull that shit when I'm around. Have you ever had to go to the police department? No. Have you ever lived through a hurricane? Plenty. Have you ever had a home-grown tomato? Yes, from my old friend's garden. We'd have delicious tomato, mayo, and bacon sandwiches. The only instance where I've enjoyed tomatoes. Have you ever held a real gun? The former friend I mentioned just before, her husband always carried a gun, and he just needed me to hold it for a sec for some reason I don't recall. I hated the feeling. Would you rather wear Converse or Vans? I like both, but I think I prefer Converse. Have you ever been called bipolar? Yes, because I clinically am. Have you ever made fun of a handicapped person? FUCK no. And like the "retarded" thing, don't you fucking DARE to do this in front of me. I WILL deck the shit out of you. Do you think it’s okay to have sex before marriage? Sure, as long as you're being safe and are very thorough in communication. Do you like to watch old sitcoms? I don't really watch TV as I say in like every survey it seems, but I do enjoy some old sitcoms I grew up watching with my mom, like The Nanny, The Golden Girls, The Munsters, etc. If asked, could you run a mile nonstop right now? Being completely serious, I don't even know if I CAN physically run right now. My legs are so incredibly weak, and I'm humiliatingly close to what my heaviest weight was back in 2016, so I can almost guarantee my knees would crumple if I tried. Do you wear those rubber wristbands? I used to. I don't really like bracelets nowadays. If a necklace/ring gives you green marks, do you still wear it? Nope. Have you ever driven an electric car? No. When was the last time you saw someone you went to high school with? Uhhhh idk. What breed was the last dog you saw? A fucking GOLIATH of a lab. I shit you not when I say my sister's roommate's dog Hudson is the size of a goddamn bear. How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): I wanna say they were together at the very least 20 years. What has been your most epic cooking failure? I once accidentally put something (I don't remember what) in the microwave for around 45 minutes I believe, and I walked away and completely forgot about it. I remembered a long while later, and safe to say, it wasn't edible, whatever it was, lmao. Have you ever been to Mexico? No. Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder? No, but that'd be cool. Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively? No. How long has it been since your last breakup? Somewhere around two years ago? My memory is so garbage nowadays. Can you concentrate well while listening to music, or do you find it distracting? It's distracting, usually. What’s something you’ve been struggling with lately? I've been pretty bad about drinking too much soda lately. :/

[queencryo]

I’m gonna liveblog my ccapstone final presentation and you’re all going to have to deal with it ^_^

ASPODFIASPODFIAPOSDFIAPOIVZJX PROF IS DOING A DESCRIPTION OF THE TEAMS WE ALL INHERITED FROM

THE ONLY GOOD THING SHE HAS TO SAY ABOUT THE ONE WE INHERITED IS THAT THEY WERE REALLY PERSERVERING. I’M LOVING THIS. THEY TRIED SO HARD BUT GODDAMN.

liHoly shit the glove group’s demo looks SO much better than their previous one. Full swag! full swag! And putting up a dude with TWO future tech cool gloves is always a huge coolthing to do during your presentation you know? That slaps hard.

Hope our presentation goes well, really badly hope it does... Man I hope they don’t shit on our putting so much time into internal testing for the presentation? That testing is what saved our project (ie: what made our prof finally start being on our side on things)

Holy shit I forgot that the glove group fucking. used pressure-to-conductance sensors then did tests with a cooking scale to convert their voltages to gram-force (which is what “hand specialists” use I guess????)

I’m fucking gargling, glove team had a team member in thailand so they did a lot of work at 830 PM or 830 AM. (*Ignores that we did a huge amount of work between the hours of 9PM and 6AM*). oh my GOD the guy in austin just.. left his computer on and the thailand one teamviewer’d into his PC to program stuff...

THEY FRIED AN ARDUINO. AND HAD TO SAW THROUGH IT BECAUSE UNSOLDERING WAS TOO HARD. ***AND THEY ACTUALLY PUT THIS INTO THEIR FUCKING PRESENTATION***. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I FRIED A RASPBERRY PI BUT YOU DON’T SEE ME PUTTING THAT SHIT INTO OUR PRESENTATION

also dude y’all know the budget of $200 was what the university would give us right? you know you were supposed to get under $50 for the project itself right? right?

Glove group is getting some hard questions. Not insurmountable, but not easy. Hopefully I can figure out anything they ask!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA also i am out of adderall so we’ll SEE how this goes :)

Next up is uhhhh I think one of the survivor guys? The phone guys? I’m tryna be p vague but yeah

holy SHIT survivor guy demo was. so bad. so bad. the audio sounded terrible, the splitscreen videos weren’t synced up quite right. oh my god. I don’t want to be mean but I’m just. literally I was cringing. jeez. Bad audio.

The rest of the presentation isn’t as bad, except that oh dude I can see part of your windows background? and your taskbar? AND YOUR TASKBAR IN A COUPLE OF FRAMES ELSEWHERE???? it just. this doesn’t feel like they put effort into it.

They do all look crisp with their white button-ups though. our team decided on black t-shirts, because we’re all fools.

WHY IS YOUR ENTIRE PRESENTATION NOT FULLSCREEN. DUDE DID YOU ONLY DO ONE TAKE ON THIS SHIT?

I feel like their presentation genuinely looks worse than their prafctice presentation. jesus. FULL SECOND BLANK BLACK SCREEN DURING SECTION TRANSITION

im bored so im now zoning out and talking to my friends on pisscord~

I’m also... unmedicated lol. im ouuttttttttt

oh! I asked some porn lady on twitter where she gets her hormones since I’m about to graduate out of access to the uni clinic i get em from now, so imma look into that at some point :) some kinda. anime-themed hrt distribution thing.

Which is weird but hey. I figure... if they’re putting effort into theming, they probably aren’t putting out cocaine-laced trash ya know?

THIS MOTHERFUCKER GETTING DISCORD NOTIFICATIONS WHILE THEY’RE ANSWERING INDUSTRY PROFESSIONAL QUESTIONS

literally chatting with my friends and manically laughing in hte moments up to my final presentation. this is just like my high school graduation.

Alright we’re UP babes. my video is ON and our recorded presentation is UP on my teammate’s (and perhaps... *friend’s*............) sccreen (that was a joke) (but yeah the presentation is up we’ere just waiting to GO baby!)

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Aaaand muting our presentation during the parts I talked in... I like her fine I just don’t want to listen to her...

The industry guys look perplexed but idk if th oh GOD why is the video stuttering... I hope that’s on my side not on anyone else’s...

aaaaaaaa I hope they don’t ask us anything TOO hard. they’re probably going to ask why we used the sensor we did, but beyond that I really have no idea.

okay im paying attention again. I think our presentation is a LITTLE on the sexual side. I can’t be sure but... :smirk: Wish I had a friend who talked as much as me. Ah man you know what I miss? Watching movies with Al or Morgan. never hung w ppl who talked during movie theatres as much as them and me :) It was really good times!

God our mobile application UI is OS fucking sexy. holy fucking shit. God our guy on that did such an amazing job. There’s even animations when things are happening? It’s SOOOO good.

Now is the internal testing section of the presentation. Kinda show off that “hey mang our sensor just sucks DICK.” it’s super narrow and it HATES detecting black things. ... holy fuk I hope the choppy video is on myyyy siiiiiide... .. eh, I guess chopy video is kind of survivable. Not exactly our fault or something we could possibly predict, you know?

DISCORD

THIS IS A TRASHBIN FOR ALL MY WORDS SO THAT I DON’T TALK OR SAY SOMETHING STUPID WHERE IMPORTANT PEOPLE COULD SEE IT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

at least the audio isn’t usually choppy during the parts of the presentation that aren’t videos? so that’s awesome :)

We did solve the problem of our faces getting in the way of the presentation

NOOOOOOO MY NAME ISN’T MARROW NOOOOOOOOOOO

ASDFASODPFAISPDFOI SHOWIN OFF THE PREVIOUS TEAM’S SHIT. PUTTING THEM ON FUCKING BLAST. FUCK Y’ALL. tho i did have the realization last night. you know what... if I passed with that shit I put in for 462, you know what... they can pass with what they did for this course. neither was good. <_<

ah fuck I’m talking again I gotta mute THAT SHIT (if it’s not clear, we pre-recorded our presentations and are now just... showing that, in da meeting).

hell yeah man hell yeah man

I think if they ask about our sensor choice I’ll say we got a $20 sensor beccause we had a budget of $50 for the final system. which. we SHOULD’VE then said “ohka ylet’s not use LiDAR.” but we didn’t, so here we are! I... think maybe part of this is my fault. Maybe a pair of microwave sensors was the way to go after all.

OH FUCK THE PRESENTATION IS OVER TIME FOR QUESTIONS.

They asked about the environmental concerns, and why we mentioned 3-d printing for the chassis when we didn’t actually do any such printing. both directed to me. we didn’t do any enviro conerns, and we didn’t end up 3-d printing because we couldn’t get it working so we just went with wood the whole way through.

Of course, we have a question about messaging between cones, because hey i mean that’s the most interesting part of our project, from a design standpoint. it is. it is. it is.

AY THEY SHOUTED OUT OUR ZOOM BACKGROUND FUCK YESSS

AY WHOOP AY WHOOP AY WHOOP THEY DIDN'T ASK SHIT ABOUT OUR PRESENTATION (i ASSUME BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUCKING FLAWLESS AND AMAZING THAT THEY HAD NO QUESTIONS AT FUCKING ALL BABY) 

THEY LITERALLY ASKED 4 QUESTIONS, ABOUT ENVIRO CONCERNS, CHASSIS, MESSAGING, AND SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT THE DATABASE

GOD THIS IS SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

goddamn. survivor guy group 2 is going SO MUCH BETTER than the last one. opened on a description of the project, with the arm slowly opening to reveal their little screen with a heart on it... that’s SO good bro.

This presentation is so much better than the last one. Oh my god this is so good bro. Y’all did so awesome. I’m in lvoe with you. LOVE THIS SHIT

lmao oh yeah our CPM critical path went from 30 days to like 79 days. partially cuz 30 of our days were spent waiting for parts...

SURVIVOR GUY SHOWING OFF THEIR ABILITY TO PLAY VIDEO WITH A CLIP FROM THE OFFICE. DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH THEM (I DONT LIKE THE OFFIE BUT THAT’S WAY MORE ENTERTAINING THAN THE OTHER SURVIVOR GUY TEAM’S EXAMPLE OF THE SCHOOL FIGHT SONG YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

really really great presentation. I went into their pisscord and made sure to tell zem i loved their presentation.

AW DUDE I LOVE MY SISTER SO MUCH. NOT RELATED. JUST LOOKING AT MY DMS AND SAW HER NAME.

I don’t really care about group 5. i just don’t care! I’m. my part is done. I’m free, mostly. I’m god now....

yeah i haven’t paid attention to much on group five. just can’t be assed!

bluh i have a shitton of history homework due tonight... gotta do an interview and like 5 fuckin writing assessments. Really dropped every ball available ya know?

PROF SAID “THIS IS THE BEST I’VE EVER SEEN GROUPS DO” IDK IF THAT’S TRUE BUT HELLLLLLLLLL YEAH I FEEL FANTASTIC

Prof says yall did great, woulda done great under normal circumstances and that you did so good under these is amazing.

:)

Something about making an abstract or something...? Student research week or something.

goddamn. finality. we did it folks. holy sh8it. last meeting ofthis class. kind of... the last meeting of my college career, if everything goes as planned? so that’s. weird.

hhhh okay i can’t let Finality Anxiety get to me I still have shit to do. don’t let it set in!!!!!!!!!

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Sole proposing to the companions with their thoughts and reactions??? If you haven’t already of course, Love your writings! Keep up the great work dude!

Thank you!! This one was super sweet! I did the romanced companions + Nick & Deacon at the end! Hope you like it!😊

FO4 Companions React: Sole Proposing Marriage

After taking down the Institute a week prior, the people of the Commonwealth experienced a period of peace for the first time in seemingly forever.

On this warm evening in particular, Sole and their lover were taking a relaxing stroll along the beaches of Salem.

Sole had been meaning to propose to their companion for a while now, but there had never been a good time for it. Now was a seemingly perfect opportunity.

Fiddling with the wedding ring in their pocket, Sole took a deep breath and got down on one knee.

...

Preston:

Preston held his breath as he watched Sole get down on one knee. When they offered him the ring, he smiled widely.

“Y-yes!” Preston immediately pulled Sole into a tight hug, resting his head on their shoulder.

“Babe,” he whispered, “I...I can’t even express in words how truly grateful I am to have you in my life— and nonetheless ask me to marry you. This...this is such an honor.”

Sole smiled as Preston pecked their cheek before continuing.

“You mean so much to me, and you’re honestly the reason I’m still here today. You...you saved me, [name]. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I can’t wait to start our life together.”

The pair stood in a still embrace for a few moments before Preston chuckled. Sole pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” Preston apologized, “I’m just picturing Sturges as the Best Man. I love the guy but he’s such a goof.”

The pair laughed at the thought, and they began their trek back to Sanctuary, hand-in-hand, to plan their big day.

MacCready:

“Are you—“ MacCready babbled, “You’re not...”

Sole presented the ring to MacCready and asked him to marry them.

MacCready hesitated for a moment.

“I...I don’t know. I’m still in love with Lucy,” MacCready stuttered.

An understanding Sole nodded solemnly, slipping the ring back in their pocket.

MacCready bit his lip, “B-but wait.”

A heartbroken Sole looked up, trying to fight back tears.

“I think Lucy would want me to move on and be happy. I can’t put my life on hold because of...what happened,” MacCready swallowed, “And I think you—more than anyone— understands what I went through. It...it would be stupid of me to pass up this opportunity. Especially since I do care about you...so much.”

Sole mustered a small smiled and their companion held out his hand. Sole accepted it, and MacCready pulled them into a tight hug, giving them gentle pecks on the cheek.

“So before you go crying,” MacCready teased, ruffling Sole’s hair, “Yes. I would love to marry you.”

Sole excitedly removed the ring from their pocket and MacCready held out his hand, allowing Sole to slip the ring onto his finger. He pulled them into another hug.

“I can’t wait to start my life with you, beautiful.”

Curie:

“What are you doing, my love?” Curie asked, concerned, “Are you hurt?”

Sole pulled out the ring and presented it to their companion.

“Oh my, that’s a beautiful ring,” Curie mused, “Keep it safe.”

Sole took Curie's hand and gently slid the ring onto her finger. The synth blushed wildly.

“It’s...it’s for me?”

It was then that Sole popped the question.

“Oui...” Curie managed to breathe, promptly collapsing into Sole’s arms, a stream of happy tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around Sole and cried into [his/her] chest. “I love you so much.”

After a few minutes, Curie composed herself. She looked up at Sole with sparkling eyes and tiny smile.

“I love you with all my heart, [name],” Curie whispered, “You alone made me realize what this love feeling is. I am so happy that you want to spend the rest of your life with me, because I want the same, mon amie.”

Gage:

“What’re ya doin, boo?” Gage asked. “You straight?”

Sole pulled out the ring and held it out to an oblivious Gage.

“Shit, nice find! We could probably pawn that sucker for 1500 caps at least!”

Sole ignored their companion— after all, Gage was just being...Gage— and asked the question.

“Marry...you?” Gage asked, frazzled. “I...I...really?”

Sole nodded.

“But why?”

As Sole explained their reasoning, a goofy grin spread across the raider’s face.

“Ah..shut up! Stop goin soft on me!” He laughed, as he picked up Sole and spun them around. “But I mean if ya really wanna...then yeah. Yeah. I’m down for gettin married. Just as long as I don’t have to wear that stupid white dress.”

Piper:

Piper turned bright red and took a sharp breath in as she watched Sole get down on one knee.

“Blue...Blue...are you...!?”

Sole pulled the ring out of their pocket, and Piper squealed. She eagerly held out her hand and Sole slipped the ring on her finger.

“I can’t believe this is really happening!” She gushed, “Oh my god! I have to tell Nat!”

Sole laughed as Piper jumped into [his/her] arms.

“Are we going to have a wedding?! Mama Murphy has a beautiful flower garden in Sanctuary that she’s been working on while getting clean...oh! And Ellie Perkins can make a mean Tarberry cake...oh! And Nat can be the flower girl!” the reporter mused, “And I think I still have that cream laundered dress you gave me...somewhere! I’m so excited!”

Danse:

“Careful, you need to get a good grip on this sand, it’s easy to fall over,” Danse remarked, roughly pulling Sole onto their feet from their kneeling position, “There you go, soldier.”

Sole, slightly taken aback, got back down on one knee and Danse dryly chuckled.

“Funny. You can help yourself up this time.” He said as he began to walk away.

Sole called for the Paladin.

“Yes?”

They then held out the ring.

Danse raised an eyebrow. “What’ve you got there? Some kind of Pre-War artifact?”

Sole sighed, before asking the Paladin directly if he would like to marry them.

Danse blushed madly.

“W-Why me? There are so many other people out there. Better people...human beings. I’m just a machine. I—“

Before he could say anything else, Sole interrupted him with a passionate kiss. When Sole pulled away, they gently smiled and looked at Danse, awaiting his answer.

The Paladin smiled warmly.

“Yes; of course,” he answered as he pulled Sole into his arms, initiating another kiss.

He then rested his chin on Sole’s head.

“You saved my life, [name]. And for that, I am truly grateful,” he stated, “I love you so much; I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I’m so happy you feel the same way.”

Cait:

“Shut the fuck up,” Cait angerly barked, as Sole presented the ring, “Yer fuckin with me!”

Sole shook their head and asked Cait again. The redhead nervously chuckled as involuntary tears rolled down her face.

“Fuck you,” Cait cursed, as she playfully shoved Sole into the sand, “I hate you.”

Cait threw herself down next to Sole and planted a kiss on their dusty lips. She couldn’t wait to start a life with Sole.

Hancock:

Hancock smiled widely, as he knew what was happening. “No fucking way.”

Sole held out the ring, and Hancock chuckled joyously. “Is this actually happening, doll? Or am I trippin?”

Sole popped the question, and Hancock immediately embraced them. “Hell yeah,” He laughed, “Hell fucking yeah.”

The ghoul continued, “I’m not usually one who’s into commitment. Too much responsibility; too much of a hold-down, yanno?”

Sole froze.

“But,” he continued, holding Sole closer, “When I met you, and we really began to hit it off...well, you were the first person I’d ever even considered sticking around with for the long run.”

He bent back to kiss Sole’s forehead.

“And then when we started hittin it off romantically, the idea of marriage crossed my mind for the first time ever. That’s how I knew you were the one.”

Sole smiled.

“Honestly, I don’t know if I ever would have proposed if you hadn’t,” Hancock admitted, “But I knew in the back of my mind that if the opportunity were to ever arise, I’d jump the fuck on it.”

Deacon:

“Hey pal! Walk much?” Deacon laughed.

He then noticed Sole reaching into their pocket and pulling out a wedding ring. He turned bright red as Sole popped the question.

“Are you...is this...am I being punk’d right now?” Deacon asked, looking around frantically, “Where you at, Tom?”

Sole chuckled and asked again. This time, Deacon knew Sole meant it.

His softened for a moment before a wide grin spread across his face.

“Only if you agree to the Terms and Conditions of Being Married to The Deacs.”

Sole rolled their eyes and smirked.

“I still get to be a pain in the ass,” Deacon declared, “Capeesh?”

Sole nodded and Deacon pulled them into a bear hug.

“Goddamn this is so exciting!” Deacon exclaimed, “MacCready’s gonna be best man, right?”

Nick:

Nick’s jaw dropped as his companion got down on one knee. Sole promptly offered the ring and asked the detective to marry them.

Nick stood frozen in place, unable to react for a few seconds. When he finally came around, he chuckled.

“I think you managed to blow a gasket, darling,” he joked, holding his hand out and accepting the ring, “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

Sole beamed and the detective helped them to their feet, pulling them into a loving embrace.

“I’ve had such a blast traveling across the Commonwealth with you, my dear,” Nick stated, planting a gentle kiss on Sole’s forehead, “It would be an absolute honor to spend the rest of my days with you by my side.”

[saventhhaven]

Going Under

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Tags: hurt!reader, near-death experience, worried!Sam, protective!Sam, drowning, hypothermia

Word Count: 2,030

(Gif not mine)

"Eugh." You crinkled your nose in disgust as the vampire's head fell to the ground with a plop. Its blood stained the pure white snow a sickening red as it rolled away from you. Well, at least that was the last of the nest. It would be a lie if you said you hadn't been worried about this hunt. You had been. It wasn't that you thought that you and the Winchesters couldn't handle it - the opposite, actually. Between the three of you, you were a force of nature. Together, you had saved the world several times before. But that didn't make regular "milk run" hunts, as Dean would call them, any less dangerous. Especially with weather conditions like these. The snow was coming down so heavily, you could barely see ten feet in front of you, which was a problem. Still, the monsters never rest, and that meant you couldn't either. You had managed to take out four of them without so much as a scratch. Now you just had to hope that the boys had gotten just as lucky.

You unclipped the walkie talkie from the waist of your jeans, and raised the device to your mouth, pressing your finger down on the button.

"This is Amidala, I just finished up my last vamp. Skywalker and Solo, do you copy?"

"Skywalker, reading you loud and clear," Sam came in after a brief pause. He sounded out of breath, which meant he had to have finished mere seconds after you.

"Star Wars, Y/N?" Dean's voice came through with a crackle of static. "Really?" You grinned as you flicked the remaining blood droplets from your blade into the snow. "Listen, the radios were a great idea. I like 'em. I do. But next time, I’m picking the code names." Before you could get out a snarky remark, Sam chimed in.

"Dude, you're one to talk," he pointed out. "'Agents Ford and Hamill from the U.S. Wildlife Service?' Come on." For a moment, only silence ensued, and you chuckled softly. You could practically see Dean grinding his teeth together from wherever he was.

"For the love of God," you complained into the receiver. "Would you two quit bitching so we can get home already? It's fuckin' cold!"

"Come on, princess," Dean teased, "can't you handle a few vamps? I know you're a little rusty, but still." You grumbled to yourself, flaring your nostrils involuntarily. If there was anyone who knew how to push your buttons, it was Dean fucking Winchester.

"Vampires? No problem. Rusty? Hell no," you replied. "It's all this damn snow I don't like."

"Yeah, I'm with Y/N on this one," Sam put in. "I can barely see my own feet." You grinned. Cue the relentless teasing from Dean. 

"Sammy, you'd be with Y/N if she told you that she thought sticking your hand into an open flame was a good idea." And there it was. Dean wasn't wrong, really. It was no secret that there was definitely something going on between you and the younger Winchester. The problem was, neither of you knew what that "something" was. Putting your heads together to figure it out probably wasn't the worst idea in the world. A beep came from your radio as Dean continued. "I just wish you two would get on with it already, so-" Your eyes widened, and you jammed your finger down on the button, effectively interrupting his signal. After a few seconds, you released your grip.

"You done?" You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm done," Dean answered, sounding more than a little amused. Damn him.

"Good," you said shortly. "Then let's get the hell out of here before one of you gets hypothermia."

"Y/N, with how much you made us layer up, I don't think that's possible," Sam retorted. Again, you rolled your eyes. Before the three of you left the bunker earlier, the boys had been complaining about how many extra layers of clothing you made them put on. You weren't sure if it was a masculinity thing, but you didn't care. Even Winchesters could freeze.

"So I care about both of you. Sue me. But you never know," you cautioned. "If all this snow is covering a pond or something, and you don't see it, all it takes is one wrong step to-" With a loud crack, the hidden ice under your boot gave way, and you were plunged into the dark, frigid waters, the radio sinking down into the depths. The water seeped through your thick layers in seconds, and icy knives stabbed into your skin, bringing flashes of pain all over your body. As cold shock set in, you had to force yourself not to gasp in a lungful of water. You had to get your head above the surface and get out. 

Years ago, you read an article about a girl in Minnesota who had drowned in a frozen lake. At the bottom of the page, there had been instructions on what to do if you ever found yourself in a similar situation. Focus your energy on getting out immediately. Staying in the water can shorten your survival time by 50%. You kicked your legs furiously, muscles screaming in protest. You were on your own. Even if you hadn't dropped the walkie talkie, the device wasn't water-proof. When your head breached the surface, you took in a huge gasp of air, spluttering as you reached blindly for something to latch onto. Mercifully, your hand brushed against something solid, and you held on for dear life, attempting to pull yourself up with your elbows. Through the pounding of your heart beating in your ears, you heard your name carried over the wind.

"Y/N!" Dean. Thank God.

"Dean!" you screamed as loud as your wheezing lungs would allow.

"Sammy, she's over here!" you heard him bellow. The snow was coming down harder now, getting into your eyes, and making it increasingly difficult to see. "Y/N!"

"Dean!" you called out again. What kind of fucked up Marco-Polo game was this? With the upper half of your body out of the water, you had bought yourself a little more time. Now, you just needed to pull yourself out. Using the adrenaline to your advantage, you worked up a few more forceful kicks, trying to bring yourself to a horizontal position. As you prepared to hoist yourself up, the piece of ice that had been your refuge broke, and you were plunged into the water once again. Panic rose up in the back of your throat as your legs failed to cooperate. Swim failure. A whole lot of help that article was now. Here you were, mere feet from safety, and you couldn't save yourself. Then, a hand broke through the surface of the water, well within your grasp. You reached up, taking the hand desperately, and the warm fingers closed around your own, pulling you up. The first time you went under, you hadn't gotten any water in your lungs. The second time, you hadn't been so lucky. You coughed violently as your body purged itself. When you were finished, you were left with a pair of aching lungs, a spinning head, and a shivering body.

"We need to get her to the car now," Dean said, his voice more serious than you had ever heard him. Your rescuer lifted you into his arms, and you looked up to meet Sam's concerned eyes. 

"You're okay," he reassured as he tightened his grip on you. "We're gonna get you warmed up."

The journey back to the Impala was a quick one, thankfully, and the first thing Dean did was blast the heat. As he tore down the road, Sam sat in the back of the car with you, helping your frozen limbs out of the wet clothes.

"We've gotta get these off of you," he stated as he unzipped your thick coat. You nodded, teeth chattering as you tried your best to undress. It seemed counterintuitive, but you knew that staying in these clothes would stop your body from getting warm again.

"I-I'm still sh-shivering," you pointed out. "That's a g-good sign." Sam nodded, forcing a smile as he tried to hide the worried expression on his face.

"You're doin' great, sweetheart," Dean said from the driver's seat as he pressed his foot down harder on the gas. Sam unzipped your hoodie while you kicked off your boots and wet socks.

"I t-tried to get m-myself out," you explained with great difficulty.

"I know. I know." Sam's hands hovered over the button of your jeans, eyes asking you for permission. You nodded quickly, smiling to yourself. Even in a situation like this, he was ever the gentleman. As he fumbled with the pants, you stripped yourself of the still-dripping hoodie, revealing a long-sleeved shirt underneath.

"Jeez, Y/N, how many layers are you wearing?" Dean asked.

"I w-wanted to s-stay warm." You shook your head. "D-didn't work." The older Winchester snorted.

"I'll say. Sammy, I threw some blankets back there before we headed out."

"Yeah, I see them." He reached for the bundle of fabric as you pulled off the wet shirt, leaving you only in your bra and panties. "Dean, don't look back here, okay?" Sam said.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Sam bobbed his head toward your bra, making an effort not to look.

"Y/N, we have to-" You nodded.

"I know. F-fingers won't work," you stated. "Help me?"

"Yeah, Y/N, of course." Giving another small nod, you turned so Sam could access the clasps of your bra. When the tension in the piece of clothing released, he wrapped a blanket around your shivering body, careful not to reveal anything. You reached down and kicked off your panties, now completely naked. Without any hesitation, Sa took off his shirt and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Again, you nodded your permission. Mindful of the fact that Dean was still in the front seat, you opened your blanket shawl, allowing Sam in, who immediately took you into his warm arms. You shivered against him as warmth began to flood through your frozen skin.

"How's she doin'?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Still a Y/N popsicle?" You laughed, relieved that some of the tension from the situation had finally diffused.

"I th-think I'll l-live."

"Thankfully," Sam put in.

A little while later, your skin was still cold to the touch, but the shivering had lessened to a minimum, and your heart rate and breathing were back to normal.

"You know," you started, "this is not how I pictured you seeing me naked for the first time." Sam's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and Dean cleared his throat from the front seat.

"All right," he said awkwardly, "we're almost back."

"You mean, you've..." Sam swallowed thickly. "You've pictured me seeing you... naked?" You grinned up at him slyly.

"Okay," Dean cut in again, "still, uh, still here, you two." You chuckled.

"Dean, weren't you the one complaining that you wanted us to 'get on with it already?'"

"Okay, seriously, we're almost there, so can't you wait just, like, five minutes? You don't have to..." Dean trailed off, waving his hand through the air vaguely. You caught Sam's eye, who looked just as amused as you did. As he looked at you, the amusement faded from his eyes, replaced with seriousness.

"I thought we lost you today," he said. "I... I thought I lost you." You squeezed him gently in response.

"You didn't," you replied. "Thanks to you." You cast your glance at Dean. "Thanks to both of you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/N," Dean dismissed. "We're just glad you're okay." The car sunk into a melancholy silence as the seriousness of today's events washed over you. You could have died today. Hell, you almost did die. It was a scary thing to think about. If Sam hadn't pulled you out... You forced yourself from your thoughts. You didn't want to think about the if. Glancing at Dean in the rearview mirror, you grinned wickedly.

"So, about the whole naked thing," you started.

"Three minutes!" Dean yelled loudly. "Just... shut up for three more minutes!"

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hi qts !  i am bon or bonbon or bonners or gay. i am here 2 bring u brand new babu kumiko or mimi. i came up with her idea on a whim and i cant wait to dive deep into her cute but yikes behavior. i am 22, they/he, est. i am currently going 2 be playing broderlands w my bestest friend so i will be kind of slow to ims nd plotting but i will get around to it !  anyway i dont have much else to say about myself besides i’m a proper dumbass, so below the cut u can read about mimi. thank u.

i dont have much for her so pls bare w me ok.

˙✫*ﾟMINA MYOUI  ,  CIS FEMALE  ,  SHE/HER  :･ did  you  hear  sasaki  kumiko  /  mimi  is  joining  the  cast  of  exposed  after  her  mom  in  japan  was  found  paying  off  album  sales  was  revealed  ?  the  twenty  two  year  old  singer  with  1.3m  followers  is  trying  to  clear  their  name  .  they've  become  known  as  the  resident  grifter  here  in  the  mansion  ,  and  it's  clear  that's  spot  on  because  they're  quite  -  guarded  &  -  deceitful  ,  but  also  +  sweet spoken  &  +  warm hearted  .  you  know  they're  heading  to  the  confession  booth  if  you  hear  dancer  in  the  dark  by  chase  atlantic  blasting  ,  most  likely  talking  about  how  they're  more  than  barely  bruised  knuckles,  a  lone  umbrella  in  the  foggy  mist,  coming  up  from  the  deep  end  of  the  water,  and  teary  anime  eyes  . [ ooc : bon , 22 , est , they / he , none. ] voice claim: lauren alaina.

so this is sasaki kumiko aka kimi or mimi aka the fuckin devil in disguise.

she is a 22 year old yeehaw singer from japan !  very unique but i was inspired listening to my own yeehaw music. so she has a lauren alaina voiceclaim.

her label is the grifter which makes me think of destiny 2 because of that hoe but it’s because she is very deceptive. this is evident in how she acts very cute, sweet, and warm to everyone but behind the scenes she is exactly the opposite.

which is why dancer in the dark is such a gr8 song for her. also bump chase atlantic always mk.

i havent dived into her a lot but this is what i have for her so far. she is just outwardly cute, kawaii i guess, and tries her best to be sweet and nice and kind to everyone she meets but has a dark side where she trusts nobody, barely even herself, and doesn’t ever let herself get close to someone in case they break her wall down. almost like she doesn’t want to feel anything ?

mimi has been in the US for a few years now but her career only started about two or so years ago when she put out some singles and then her debut album. more info on this will come asap, bare with me. but her passion has almost always been music, her mother being a driving force behind her coming to the states and starting a career because of the system over here.

this is shown when her “secret”  gets revealed. her debut album comes out and it sores to the top of the charts despite her not being a HUGE artist and while nobody questioned it at first, it came into the light via the show that her mother back in her home country of japan had been paying off her album sales which caused her to rise to fame. people are always going to listen to the ones at the top of the charts, mimi knew that, so her and her mother worked together to make the plan.

thing is, once it was ousted that her mother had done this, she turned against her, too, cutting off all contact with her and trying to “clear her name” or act like she had no involvement in this scandal. she is in the clear for now, but she has a feeling it won’t last for long. but every day is a new chance to play off how she fueled her own fame and is now soaring even higher due to the scandal.

most of her fans think she is in the clear while some have lost respect for her entirely because of her mother. but the thing is, it wasn’t only her mother, and like said above, it would only be due time before people started seeing her as suspicious as well. having finally released a brand new single and attempting to work on new music in general despite being in the mansion, she does all she can with her facade every day to make sure people still think she is the cute, kind girl she pretends to be.

ok i feel like this was a mad disaster but it’s here ,, it’s out here ok .. now i have 2 go play borderlands 2 with my friend like i said at the beginning but i will be around poking in between missions seeing what is goin on on the dash :eyes:. love u guys ok. i will be messaging ppl who like my intro so WATCH OUT FOR ME !

[tiffgeorgina]

fuck it black monday soulmate au

this one goes out to brit pricevore and that damn quote rt about hating soulmate aus. also to all the time i wasted in the shower last night thinking about this. brit if you’re reading this i have done my part. 

this fic is sponsored by the hyuna and LE collab that i cannot stop blasting. it’s called blacklist and it kind of invented music

-ok so im starting with mo and dawn because of fucking course i am

-mo spends like four years in prison starting from when he’s 20 or 21 or sum shit. around this time, dawn’s getting her MBA from northwestern. as soon as mo’s out of prison, jammer stakes the jammer group and hands majority ownership over to mo. alright so mo needs some employees he can’t do all this by himself. so he schedules an interview with dawn and meets her and realizes that this is His Soulmate. 

-im not really certain what the exact soulmate au would be for this because frankly i don’t care, i don’t want to get into that rn lol. but it’s something obvious and clear-cut, like seeing color for the first time when you make eye contact with your soulmate or smth. Actually i rly like that idea so im gonna roll with it. Fuck it you see color the first time the first time you touch your soulmate (i’ll get into the general implications of this some more later on, maybe after keith/mike’s part stay tuned xx) i love me some ambiguous soulmate aus but all the relationships in this show are ambiguous enough so i’ll pass in that regard this time. also in this universe, your soulmate isn’t necessarily regarded as your romantic partner for life. some conservatives/evangelists/fundamentalists/traditionalists will consider any marriage/sexual or romantic relationships with people other than your soulmate to be an abomination or w/e, and the 80s were pretty conservative, but they were also pretty weird, so a lot of people give zero fucks and will date/fuck/marry whoever. these people tend to regard soulmates as the most important person in your life, regardless of the nature of your relationship with them. some people’s soulmates are like a parent to them, and could never imagine being romantic/sexual with them. lots of people never meet their soulmates due to distance/death/etc. basically fate is not as all-knowing in this soulmate au as it is in some others. there is more to a long-lasting, successful romantic relationship than just love. back in the 40s or whatever, people would meet their soulmates and marry like two weeks later, never having had sex or a romantic relationship with anybody else, and then two days into the marriage they realize how devastatingly incompatible they are and the relationship crumbles under the strain of resentment and confusion within a year. people in the 80s have started to learn the lessons the people in the 40s never had time to figure out, so most people have some romantic/sexual experience before they meet their soulmate. besides, who wants to wait that long to have sex? not me tf

-ok back to the plot now that we got the background is down. mo and dawn meet and know they’re soulmates. so they get to know each other, but their main focus is work bc they’ve got a lot of work to do if they want to get anywhere. the company is young, dawn’s just out of school, and mo’s just out of prison. there’s a lot of ground to cover and they’re impatient asf to be rich and powerful. 

-the romance sort of happens naturally, given how much time they spend together, and they fall hard. they start dating, and when it’s great, it’s great. but when it’s bad, it’s fucking horrible. they’re both really underdeveloped as people (should i mention that they both literally just entered the workforce lol) and they just. can’t. get. along. 

-they hire some more people, like keith and yassir and wayne, and even they can tell that their relationship just sucks. they fight all the time over petty shit, and their fights always go way too far and never get properly resolved. sure, the sex is good and they want pretty similar futures (lots of money and no kids), but emotionally, in the short term, they are as incompatible as it gets. they have the same argument that they’ve had a gazillion times about promoting dawn to partner, but this time it goes a little too far. the things they say are a little too hurtful, and at this point, the relationship is a little too broken to salvage. they both know that when dawn storms out that night, it’s the last time. she moves out the next day.

-but she can’t really quit, can she? at this point she’s put in like three years of work at this place, and it’s moving up the ranks, and she’s head trader. she’s not taking a pay cut because she’s too immature to work with her ex-who-is-also-her-soulmate. so she sticks around. it’s a little awkward at first, but she and mo just come to an unspoken agreement that they’ll spend less time together and let themselves detach as much as possible, because at this point, a romantic relationship just seems so impossible, so why try? they can be each other’s most important person without being romantic partners, right? of course they can! Yeah, maybe they were just destined to be platonic soulmates. this will definitely work.

-so dawn meets this guy. his name is spencer. they hit it off right away too. of course, they’re much less compatible (in terms of long-term plans and all that, especially regarding having a family) than she and mo ever were, and the chemistry is nowhere near as electric, but at least they can have a conversation about something other than how much they hate the lehman brothers without screaming at each other. despite how much she knows she doesn’t love him like she still does used to love mo, she thinks she can live the rest of her life like this. they get engaged after dating for a year, and then married after a six month engagement period.

-mo stays single for about a decade or so. the most serious relationship he has isn’t even monogamous and it’s like, barely a year. he tells himself that he’s not looking for love, and he’s much happier to just sleep around and count his money and focus on that. everybody he ever talks to knows this is a bald-faced lie. they choose not to bring it up.

-(IM REALIZING HOW SIMILAR THIS IS TO THE CANON BACKSTORY/PLOT OF BLACK MONDAY IM SCREAMING SHGLKSDFHGLKSDRGHLS WHATEVER IM HAVING FUN) so mo and dawn are still working together and their relationship is... getting better. time heals all wounds right? well, not if you keep rubbing salt in the wound by literally working with your ex-who-is-also-your-soulmate and seeing them everyday. they know subconsciously that they could’ve been really fucking great, if only they hadn’t been such idiots in their 20s. but now that chance is gone, and they both just have to accept that. they still get into fights and shit, but it tends to be over much more superficial stuff. of course, people without fifteen years of history don’t get into screaming matches over tiny shit like they do. but that’s the territory of working with your ex-who-is-also-your-soulmate.

-so mo has this stupid fucking idea that he doesn’t even run by dawn before throwing $60 mil on it, because of course he does. so she has no choice but to go with it. they hire this kid, his name is blair, because they need him to pull this off. blair finds out that mo and dawn are soulmates who used to date but don’t anymore, and he’s really not even that surprised. of course, it’s weird to find out that your bosses whom you’re weirdly close to, who seem to hate each other, used to be in love and date and the whole nine yards and all that, but it makes a lot of sense.

-so they go off to the predator’s ball bc even rich people need money sometimes. you know that scene where they’re walking back to their rooms after that wild ass night, and mo’s like “you want to call it, or?” and dawn’s like “would if i could but im married” and then they get into a fight over collateral shares? fuck that scene entirely. let dawn find out about that 30% collateral shit like the next day or some shit idfc. instead, dawn’s just a smidge drunker than she was in canon, or maybe she was thinking more clearly than she has in a while, and she just fuckin goes for it. she kisses him, and of course he kisses her, and they... sleep in the same room that night. lmfao you know what i mean. and so starts this sort of friends/business-partners-with-benefits thing. 

-they are next level awkward when they get back to NYC, and blair and keith notice the fuck out of it. they aren’t exactly on speaking terms, so they don’t bring it up to each other, but fuck if they don’t bitch about to their respective soulmates (which i will get into)

-dawn feels soooo guilty it’s unreal. But she rationalizes the hell out of it. Her relationship with spencer has a textbook dead bedroom (which is actually sort of canon), and she signed up for monogamy, not celibacy. it’s not her first example of fucked up morals for sleeping with somebody other than her husband, anyways; there are worse things she can do (and has done) than cheat. It’s not fair that he gets to have all the sex he wants while she has to suffer in silence. So she keeps hooking up with mo even if it’s the worst thing she could do for her relationship with him (and her relationship with spencer, who doesn’t even know that she’s met her soulmate, let alone that her soulmate is her fuckin business partner [canon divergent, spencer does not find out about her and mo in 1x02])

-mo feels guilty in theory but really he’s just happy to be with dawn again in some way. They’re never in dawn’s apartment, so there’s no chance they can ever be caught ever. This is fine. They are fine.

-as one can expect, they are not fine and spencer notices dawn acting differently. Eventually she has a couple drinks one night and the guilt overwhelms her so she ends up coming clean. Safe to say she and spencer get that divorce.

-around this time, mo is telling blair about the georgina play, and blair is telling him to go fuck himself. Also around this time, tiff is getting kidnapped.

-dawn immediately suspects that mo did some stupid shit when she finds out mo told blair everything. So she goes to find him, only to find him at his lake house, spreading ashes. After he tells her he knows nothing of tiff’s kidnapping and he’s spreading the ashes of a friend, she relaxes and they spend the night together, just talking over all the shit they’ve been through. They don’t have sex that night, but they feel what they used to feel when they were together 15 years ago.

-in the middle of the night, blair calls dawn in a blind panic, talking about how tiff’s parents arranged her kidnapping for the press without telling her. Blair says, “Let’s you and me run the georgina play. That’s right, i know you knew, you’re too smart not to” and dawn says “no.” she doesn’t give excuses or anything, she puts her foot down because she will not let this kid she’s known for barely a year convince her to fuck up the most fulfilling relationship she’s ever had as soon as they get to a good place again. She tells him she’ll run the play with him, but it’s not gonna be against mo. either all three of them are fucked with mo and dawn $60 mil in the hole and blair out of a job, or all three of them can be filthy rich and successful. That’s the deal. Blair says he’ll call her back tomorrow.

-the next morning, mo and dawn are talking on the doorstep, and mo brings up the georgina play and how the kid fuckin hates him now, and there’s no chance of pulling off the play bc he quit. Dawn’s like “yeah, about that… we need to schedule a meeting with him” and mo’s like “what for?” and dawn’s like “i spoke to him last night, his fiancée’s kidnapping was a sham that her parents pulled off and he might be in the right headspace to fuck them over right around now” and mo’s like “holy shit you miracle worker” and they make out and when they walk back into the office, they’re hand in hand. 

-they call blair into the office and they basically just yell at each other for three hours. Keith, yassir, wayne, and ronnie do not know what is going on and frankly they are too afraid to ask. Eventually, they reach an agreement: blair will pull hand over 6% of georgina jeans in exchange for 20% of the jammer group, and another 25% to dawn (after they use blair’s algorithm to grab that last 30% from the lehmans). They shake on it, but none of them leave happy.

-blair’s not exactly happy to fuck over his parents-in-law, and mo isn’t happy to lose majority control of his own company. Dawn lucked out, gaining more power and losing little in the play, but her relationship with both of them is so on-the-rocks that she can’t imagine upholding a business partner relationship with them. This is gonna go so great after blair gets married in *checks watch* like two months.

-so blair gets married and the georgina play is a thing that happens (successfully might i add) and everything is kind of shitty because there are at least two relationships to repair here, and one that’s coming back from the dead. But little by little, they all get to a better place until they’re more or less back at where they were before mo told blair everything and they were all just friends except this time mo and dawn are dating xx

-WHEW and that is that on that. And by that on that i mean that on mo/dawn for this au. Dw im gonna get to blair/tiff and mike/keith and im super excited to write those too but i’ll make sure to put those in a separate post because i don’t think tumblr could handle a +7000 word post lmfao (since this post is nearly 2500 words jesus christ)

-i hoped y’all liked reading this as much as i loved writing it!! Again i love feedback and i read everything y’all say in the tags so please put stuff in the tags bc i love that shit!! Gn xx

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actually wait. 

alright we have OPTIONS and yall can tell me which one yall want me to make first so lemme just give you them rn

TROLLS BLAIR NEEDS TO FUCKIN DRAW BUT NEEDS TO BE PUSHED- 

All 5 of Allyan’s Daughters, here’s some lil descriptions of them

Dolore - 20 sweeps, Fashion Designer, Has a silver tongue, also has some deep rooted issues because Allyan and Sancta fought a lot in the caverns when she was younger so she’s very protective of Allyan just in general, loves to put herself in jewels/gold, was a fashion stylist for a little while before straight up designing. 

Tsmara- 17 sweeps, Medium/Ghost seer, is a little creepy and got her tongue cut out and her fangs pulled by a drinker hunter however, her twin sister, Talamh blasted the drinker’s brains out with a double barrel shot gun before he could do more. Ever since then, Tsmara is a little bizarre, has started to see ghosts, and she does this thing where she opens her mouth to show her tongue stump and no fangs with a smile. Other than that she likes to cook and do magic! 

Talamh- 17 sweeps, “Monster Hunter”, has anger issues? and works them out by living out in the woods and killing shadowdroppers who get too close or try to kill her first.  Tala always had more of a thing for the outdoors than any of Allyan’s other daughters did and she also suspected Sancta, The Cavern Matron, was a shadowdropper way before she revealed her true form and beat Allyan half to death, Tala was kicked out of the caverns when she was younger but stayed in contact w/ her twin sister Tsmara

Bethol- 16 sweeps, Demolitionist, LOVES rainbow fashion and things having to do with paints or graffiti. She was always the odd one out of her goth family due to her 80s lingo and wearing of bright colors but they still loved her just the same. She also has pyrokinesis! LOVES THE GAME SPLATOON AND SPLATOON 2. Likes to dance but doesn’t have coordinated dance moves like her parent, she just, will get on the dance floor and do a gig. RECENTLY joined a gang. Don’t ask. 

Descra- 15 sweeps, Theatre Kid, was diagnosed with ADHD however, is not medicated, Loves Shakespearean plays like Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, and Macbeth. Also likes a lot of Edgar Allan Poe’s work as well! She enjoys researching medieval torture devices, macabre things, etc Has a habit of saying ‘Poggers” or “Pogchamp” and is and overall happy girl if not a little creepy! 

MOVING ON, We have the other 2 heiresses going for Banrig’s throne in Yav’oullog. 

Clamor- 10 sweeps,  recently got into a tussle with Banrig and lost, has a massive scar in the middle of her chest. She came to Yav’oullog after a few other heiresses/violets made sarcastic comments about how EASY it would be to take over. Clamor’s vision for the city is that of a teenagers where she wants full control over something but has no means or no idea how to go about it other than swing a trident 

Aureum- 15 sweeps, grew up in Yav’oullog among the elite, She also has a vision for the city however, she knows the inner workings of it and after visiting other cities unlike it, she understands there should be some changes made but there are other things she’d like to keep. Yav’oullog is one of a kind, and Aureum would like to keep it that way. 

AND NOW FOR  MISC TROLLS 

Calidi- 22 Sweeps, E-girl/Instagrub Thot who likes scamming men out of money or just being a general tease, think of Belle Delphine, however she is very into women and nb trolls alike but just doesnt show it much other than if she gets the courage to hop into one of their dms. Did I mention she gets very shy around women she likes? Well now I did. 

-this tealblood woman was like, one of the top lawyers in the game UNTIL her client committed heiresscide and she lost her case and it sunk her down the drain and now shes trying to get back up to her former glory bc that took a TOLL on her. She also has a lot of enemies from other lawyers, prosecutors, and some of them might also be shadowdroppers. 

-a REALLY OLD fuchsia whos an O-6 and is SUPREME ice queen and only interacts with her subordinates, if you're a private you're outta luck sorta thing

- an NB violet who fought on the front lines but got fucked up in an explosion and now half their face is missing and their front lobe leaks fluid from time to time and theyre kinda neurotic

-Orange blood who worked as a maid for a rich purpleblood breaks free and becomes a pirate. Their psionics, leadership skills they picked up from the head maid, and quick learning earns them a title as Captain.