#i was going to have a whole sobbing crying breakdown and at least i only had to feel the mental and physical anguish of it instead

[sehtoast]

me: MY HAIRLINE IS RECEDING OH NO OH FUCK

also me: full time student (worth noting i wrote stupid here at first without realizing), 20-30 hours in customer service every week, teaching myself 3/4 classes, teaching myself advanced algebra with a teacher (basically just a proctor) who shuts down any/all asks for help, juggling college financial woes, navigating dying relationships/people abandoning and/or attacking me bc i don't have time for things i used to anymore, none of my hobbies are making me happy when and if i have time for them,, i have no time for myself, i'm on my second all-nighter this week, i'm perpetually exhausted in a way sleep isn't fixing, my body aches because i'm so tired, and i'm barely able to stay asleep when i do get the chance bc the anxiety wakes me up

my hairline: two hops this time!

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 24﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Size Kink

Summary: After returning from your trip, you found out your boyfriend is not okay. Maybe a vacation (To Venice) ;) would help. (Mentions of Deppressed!Suguru, angst, breakdowns, toothrotting fluff and comfort, Satoru being a wonderful best friend, Suguru healing) ❤️‍🩹 Basically hurt-comfort with size!kink 😭

Warnings: Angst, breakdowns, Suguru’s deranged and suc!dal and has murderUrges, Reader (us) comfort him and pull him out from it. Mentions of reader’s breakdowns, cus I mean— 🤷🏻‍♀️ Look at him!!?? Nipple-play, breeding, softsex, sensual, FLUFFY AND NICE AND SUGURU’s so Spoiling towards us it’s just 🙈

A/N: Guys I had sm fun 🥹😵‍💫🩵 writing this I swear!! Hurt-comfort is like my favorite thing in the whole wide world <33 I love to characterize Suguru & to play around with his character. *Screeches and screams* 🍨🍦 I made him yummy thank me later xx Also can we look at the images of him above 🥵 size kink BRRRR

"If you really think, you can do everything, take everything in, save people, and somehow save yourself along with the deceitful thinking that you will protect me. Then you're wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain clearly imminent in Suguru's eyes. He looked dead inside, and no mourning was soothing your ache for your older Suguru. You just, missed him beyond beliefs… even when he was right beside you. You hoped he would response to your cry of pain, your bleeding words, but he didn't have it in him anymore. Suguru had almost, given up on himself.

Your hands found themselves clasping onto his collar, pulling him closer to you. "Suguru, look at me, I am telling you something. Can't you fucking see how much it hurts!" You screamed, losing your calm, your temper. It felt ironical to complain to him about how much it's hurting you. You can see he's got it worse; the nights full of terrors and the days full of decaying cursed spirits. You were an empath for your lover, and it was clear staying near him was subjecting you to everything he felt. He doesn't want to see you this way, desperate and hurting…

"I'm sorry, Angel." Suguru sighed, wrecked with the way you burst into tears and hugged him. Voice choking onto sobs as you earnestly tried clutching onto him for dear life. "Sugu, come back to me please come back…" You cried, wailed and eventually dropped onto your knees. The incomprehensible feeling, the heaviness of the things Suguru was going through was making you breathless.

Suguru's heart was only breaking further apart, watching you slowly scrape away in front of him. "I want to kill myself." He finally spoke up, "No, truth is, I want to kill everyone."

This was the first time Suguru was opening up, and no matter how brutal it sounded, his eyes were still kind. Maybe because it was you, in front of him. "You are a sorcerer, too, I shouldn't say this to you, but I hate those monkeys." He radiates pessimism and negativity through him. Yet, you smile a little.

"Come with me, go away with me." You held his hands, squeezing them tightly as if you were grateful they're not cold. You truly were. They were warm, they were still your Suguru's hands.

"Please, Suguru, let's go away for some time." You urged, and he knelt with you, hugging you tightly, not caring about the whimper that escapes you because of his firm grip.

"Running away, won't solve anything." He echoed, and you felt your stomach sink. Soft sniffles echoing in the room as you shook your head like a tantrum-y child.  "No, we will solve everything. You and I, we can solve everything. No matter what it is." You cupped his face, becoming stronger for him. "It's okay to feel like this Suguru, it's okay. I'm here." You nudge, watching his eyes showing signs of at least, some life in them. "Can you, not give up?" You meant on himself, you meant on everything.

To make sure, he understands… you hummed again, "makes me feel like, I'm being abandoned."

Suguru blinked at that, letting your words settle deep within. "Makes me feel like, I'm not even worth fighting for." You looked down, not having the guts to say this to him while making eye-contact. "Please, let's elope somewhere Sugu." You crooned, babying him almost. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth anyway, even if your path is changed." You hum, and with the way your pupils fixated on your hands intertwined, Suguru knows you mean it.

"Okay, maybe… I do need a little get away." Suguru smiled tenderly, partial charm returning to his eyes.

Oh it felt like rain in famine, "Good, thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, my Angel."

---

The next thing was you booking tickets to go to Europe. You urged Satoru and Yaga to not assign any more missions for Suguru. It was hard, you and Suguru were both powerful special grade sorcerers; but hey- you both had Satoru to rely on. "I told you the moment he lost weight, he wasn't doing okay." Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, tapping at his feet impatiently in the café you decided to meet him in. "What the fuck is up with being the one to hide things?" Satoru was pissed, why would his best friend not communicate? "Makes him feel less of a man?" You chuckle at that, you knew Satoru loved him almost as much as you did. "I've persuaded him to go on a trip with me." "You did?" Satoru was… amazed. These days, Suguru wasn't even joining in for any normal outings. Wasn't going out of his house for weeks, wasn't even meeting you. Things worsened when you left to Korea for a mission longer than 3 weeks. You had to stay there for some Jujutsu School Collaboration initiative. That's when Suguru was off his leash, truly at his worst. Taking missions more than he should, succumbing to the darkness of his mind and the curses.

"Just, want you to handle things while we're gone." You sipped onto the iced frappe you've ordered. Meanwhile Satoru ate a mochi, seemingly absent-minded and bored. "You don't have to worry about that, you know I'd do that in a heartbeat for him." He bratted, raising a brow at you. "And you…"

You smiled at that, nodding gently. It felt good to have the 'Strongest' so whipped for your boyfriend, and platonically you, as well.

The higher-ups posed a threat, as always. 'Why is Suguru Geto not on missions?' ; 'Did he get off the job of a Sorcerer?' especially the cunt-faced Principal of Kyoto. You and Satoru personally paid him a disrespectful visit at his school. Nothing he can complain against, wouldn't sit well to anger two special grades, will it? Despite showing that the Sorcerer world is only filled with people who are willing to take on the role- example: Nanami switching from corporate jobs to a sorcerer job… it was still, at the end, a disgusting, foul powerplay hidden beneath shackles of rules. If you are a special grade sorcerer, they'd do anything to hold on to you. Even blackmails are not far off the list. Emotionally draining…

---

"I have booked us a flight to Venice, baby." You sat cross legged on the swing chair Suguru's house has, fondling with your iPad and searching for hotel venues. "Venice huh." Suguru was still numbed, but at least, not he couldn't avoid you because practically you lived with him now. "Yeah, we can go to Switzerland, and also wherever you want. I hear Germany this time of the year is beautiful." You croaked excitedly, swaying your legs as he walked towards you, sitting on the chair in front of you. "Satoru told me you and I are on a vacation for months." He came directly on the point. "The trip isn't that long, is it?" He manspreaded, raising a brow.

You gulped, smiling softly, the last thing you need is him feeling 'weak'. You had to approach this carefully. "Suguru, I think you and I have done enough missions for a while. I want us to spend some time together, to ourselves." You added some degree of truth, "Also, I don't want you to keep eating curses and letting them eat you from the inside and I don't want to lose the person I love the most in my fucking life." With the way you affirmatively snapped, there was no way, Suguru would battle against it. A soft nod was all you got as a response.

"Alright, I will handle the packing. Don't want you screeching like a wild animal when you discover you forgot your charger." He leaned in, giving you a chaste peck & you giggled. "Of course."

---

The packing, the preparations, the dressing up and going to the Airport, the flight where you slept leaned against his shoulder. All went by in a tender haze of beautiful memories. Inflicted and infected by his sadness, still. Though you wouldn't mind. You're ready to accept him rotten if needed.

When you two reached Venice, the Victorian style hotel with the boats and the beautiful lakes was in fact, refreshing for him; and you. You knew it because Suguru had stopped going to your shared balcony of the house, now here he was, standing there, observing the people. The couples giggling and kissing each other, the boat rowers singing in their native Italian language, the streets with so much hustle and bustle… yet calming. You hugged him from behind, breathing in his scent. "Like it?" "Love it, my beautiful baby." He crooned back, turning towards you and pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I love you." He chanted, almost in a way that he used to when he first asked you out. These past few months were hard and rough, but if you were able to have him back, even infinitely slowly… you'd dedicate it to eradicating all his sadness.

"If you want, I can dress very Lana Del Rey today and we could make steamy love." You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Suguru and you… yeah, haven't made love in a while. You'd never push him when he isn't feeling it, and naturally, someone who's suffering so much would have it at the last thing on his mind.

"You're right, how disappointing of me… I don't remember the last time I treated you, I worshipped you." He thought out loud, and you pouted. "It's okay Suguru, don't think about it like that. Think about how you're gonna make it up to me." You stuck your tongue out, giggling.

It's the way he looks at you, like he's starving and you're delectable. It's the way his eyes are loud enough with their projection of love that it quiets the world down for you. It's the way Suguru Geto breathes, that makes you love him so much you'd break.

Right now, he's doing the same thing… being himself. Hands wandering to your sides and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards the shared bedroom of the hotel. Leaning in and kissing you passionately, shoving his tongue just to show how much he's been deeply yearning. Admiration coated in every action. "So lucked out that I have you." He smiled to himself, kissing your forehead deeply once you were nestled into the succumbing softness of the mattress.

"Same," you grin back, watching him undress you with his eyes first, and then his hands followed. You mimicked the same movements.

"I can't handle the fucking hotness!" You whined, once he was left in his pants, upper body naked for you to devour. Suguru chuckled, heat rushing through his cheeks and core as he cupped your face, kissing you once again.

The thing about you and him is, Suguru is big. He's built like a bulky man. Stretched to 6'3'', broad shoulders that'd hold two of you, hands big enough you miss almost an inch if you were to compare his with yours. Yeah, Suguru was big and you were tiny. Something that only aided to you being subbier and smaller to him. Letting him manhandle and take all the control that he wants to.

"Who do you belong to, darling?" He cooed, watching you instantly answer. "You, forever and always."

It warms his heart when he hears that, spreading your damp pussy lips with his fingers and thrusting a finger into you. It's been… long. He knows it with the way you're clamping for dear life, just on his digit. "Sh-i-t," You croak out, while Suguru hushed you with a soft kiss, slowly moving his finger in and out of your pussy. Once he felt you had accepted his finger's girth, he inserted another one. "AH god-" You whined, mewling at the delicious stretch of his thick and long fingers being coated with your essence. "You want to make sweet love and you're so worked up with the fingers alone." He chuckled to himself, stretching you out so good, curling them against the familiar sensitive spot.

Your back arched, the way your pussy clamped as if she was a slave to his hands and cock.

"Oh she's close." He cooed, "Go on, cum for me then I can ruin you with me." He kissed your pelvis, holding it down as your orgasm raked through you, approaching fiercely and shuddering your body against him as waves of pleasure took over you. "Good girl. Good little girl." Suguru praised, riding it out for you. Once the orgasm's high settled, Suguru took out his fingers and suckled onto them, eyes never leaving yours.

"Want you, so bad!" You gasped out, pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him, feeling the imprint of his cock into you. "Alright alright, impatient little girl." He smirks, pushing the tip of his pre-leaking cock into you in one swift stroke. Mean, Suguru Geto is mean sometimes… especially when he wants you to be scream at the stretch only he can give you. No one else, he wants your pussy to know only how he feels. Damn he's big, and when he pushes himself balls deep, your pussy is strained beyond its limit. "Shit- s- so big Sugu." You whimper out, tearing up at the ache.

"Ssh, it's okay darling. I'm still. Adjust to me, go on." Suguru patiently waits, kissing your face all over, leaning in and kissing your breasts, suckling onto your nipples while you clamped and waited for the pain to settle in.

"Move, please…" You glance at him now, doe-eyed and insatiable.

"Of course, took you some time to adjust to me huh? Tiny little baby." He smiles, thrusting into you without relent. Your womb stops him from going in any further, your insides torn apart deliciously at the feeling of being ploughed by him. "Oh- G- oh God," words fail you, the air choked out of your lungs with how good it hurts, with how pleasureful it feels.

Suguru's hand laced around your pelvis, pressing on it gently. "Got you," He smirks cockily, holding your hand and keeping it on your pelvis, enveloped by his own as he pressed.

A shrill scream filled the room, "Oh you can sense it, can't you sweetheart? Sense how deep I reach?" You moan at the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you hopelessly nodded. Gasping and choking on air. "God yes, Sugu- AH please- oh my- g'nna," You whimpered, while Suguru was at a rhythmic pace now. Sometimes pulling all the way out and pushing back all the way in. He loved seeing you walk the rope between pleasure and pain.

"Good girl, with the way you're holding onto me, I can sense you're close." Suguru hummed, grounding you with his kisses, his spoiled little praises.

"Go on, show me how much you missed me."

"Just like (thrust) I (thrust) missed (thrust) this (thrust) pussy-" Suguru toppled off the edge right with you, painting your insides white with his warmth. "Oh god- fuck-"

You shudder, spasming around his cock and milking him further.

"That's it, I got you. I got you." Suguru reminded, leaning in and kissing you softly, tenderly, as if you'd break if he were to touch you wrong.

"I missed you, I missed this." He mused to himself, blushing a little at the sight of you fucked out and half-lidded. You nodded, still taking ragged breaths. "I love you"

"I love you too, Angel."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt IV

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Morsa gets hurt

You're sitting in the stands when it happens.

Momma's still not back in the squad so you're not sitting on the bench. You enjoy sitting on the bench more than sitting in the stands but at least you get to eat hotdogs in the stands so that's a win.

You're munching away when Morsa goes down. You stop chewing to stand up properly so you can see and you will Morsa to get back up.

She doesn't.

She just kind of rolls around on the ground clutching at her foot.

"What's wrong with Morsa?" You ask as if Momma would just know.

"It's okay," Momma says though her tight smile says she doesn't quite believe herself," Morsa's being a bit dramatic. She'll get back up, you'll see."

Only Morsa doesn't get back up.

She has to be helped off and you see a stretcher being prepared.

Momma takes your hand and walks you over to the barrier.

"Sam!" She calls out to Scottish Sam," Sam!"

Sam turns, getting up from the bench. She takes you as you're lifted over the barrier.

"Look after her, okay?" Momma hands her your bag. "I'll grab her in a bit."

"Go," Sam says," I've got her."

You're still in Sam's arms as you watch Momma sprint the opposite direction, to where Morsa's being loaded up onto a stretcher. She's crying and you kind of feel like crying too.

"Magda's strong," Sam says as she takes her seat back on the bench," She'll be okay."

"Morsa's crying," You reply bluntly," Don't lie. I'm not stupid."

Sam winces a little but you pay no attention because you stand up to see if you can catch a glimpse of Momma and Morsa. The stretcher is moving away now and they're holding hands.

You're glad that Morsa has Momma to look after her until you get there.

"Hey." Sam taps your leg. "Let's sit down, huh? You could fall."

You grunt in frustration but do as she says. You've no interest in the match anymore and grow a bit restless. You keep turning your head around, hoping to see Momma and Morsa returning but they never do.

Sam rummages through your bag to find something to entertain you.

"What is this?" She asks," A fancy straw? It's kind of big."

"That's my epipen," You say and Sam immediately drops it into your bag like it's burned her," Because Australian Sam gave me bad kiwi and I almost died. Momma makes sure I always have it."

Scottish Sam laughs uncomfortably. "Well...I'll make sure not to give you kiwi then."

"Or banana or avocado because those can kill me too." You think for a moment as your stomach rolls. "Is my Morsa dying?" Your bottom lip trembles. "Is that why she's not back yet?"

"No!" Sam says quickly, shaking her head firmly," She's just talking to the medics. They're very chatty. That's why they're taking so long."

You accept that Morsa's not dying but not really that the medics are chatty. You keep looking behind you all the way up until halftime.

Sam takes you back to the changing room but you dig your heels in all the way because you don't want Momma and Morsa to go back onto the pitch and not know where you've gone.

This whole situation is very worrying and you sullenly take refuge in Morsa's cubby because it's nice and small and smells just like her.

"Lea?" You ask as the woman mooches around nearby," When are my mummies coming back?"

She winces a little. "Sorry, kid," She says," I'm not too sure. Soon, though. It'll be soon."

You sigh a big sigh and huff, reaching out for Lea's hand as she gets ready to go back out. "Is my Morsa going to be okay?"

She winces again and pats you on the head. "She'll be just fine. She'll be back on her feet very soon."

In the second half, Sam has to go on so she hands you straight over to Sarah who has the unenviable job of watching you have a complete and utter breakdown.

You've decided that it's been too long, that Momma and Morsa have been away too long for Morsa to be just fine like the girls are telling you. You curl up into a little ball in your seat and sob.

Sarah looks like she's about to cry too as she wildly looks to the other girls on the bench for help before deciding that the best thing to do would be to pick you up.

It's pretty hard on her part because you won't uncurl from your protective ball and she kind of has to pace around with a little girl whose not willing to give her even an inch of help in it.

"Hey."

You stop crying when you hear Momma speak.

She's standing by the barrier.

"I can take her now," Momma says to Sarah," I'll take her back to see Magda."

"It's fine," Sarah lies," We've got everything under control."

"I'll take her," Momma insists," Magda's been asking for her."

"Oh, thank god," Sarah breathes out before holding you out for Momma to take along with your bag.

"Is Morsa okay?" You sniffle as Momma begins to walk back to where she disappeared too.

"She will be," Momma says," She's a little sad right now and she needs some Princesse cuddles to make her feel better. And I think some Morsa cuddles will make you feel better too."

You nod.

Morsa's still sitting on the stretcher when you arrive. She's not crying anymore but you can see where the tears use to be.

Momma settles you by Morsa's side and you look down to see her bandaged foot.

"What happened?"

"I hurt my foot," Morsa says. She crowds you into her space with a hand between your shoulders, allowing you to curl up properly against her as she rests her chin on the top of your head.

"Is it really bad?"

"I have to have surgery soon," Morsa says," But it'll be very quick."

You think for a moment before nodding, making sure to hug Morsa nice and tight so she knows that you're here for her.

"It'll be okay," You say," Because me and Momma are going to look after you."

[winwintea]

nct vs haunted house (who you picking to go with you?)

pairing ↬ ot25 nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)

tags ↬ cussing, i roast everyone (sorry not sorry)

author’s note ↬ very lax and lazy shitpost. can y'all pretend like i posted this before november 1st to spare me the embarrassment and shame, thanks. also in no apparent order so you might have to dig for your member. this is the first time i've posted for all the members... also only seen the wayv and dream haunted house videos so it might not be fully accurate.

sakuya

nah why the hell would you pick him. this shit is gonna make a bolt for it and leave you alone inside to defend for yourself. if it's a haunted house walkthrough, he's gonna speedrun it and save himself, not you. if it's a horror escape room he's probably gonna get jumpscared, but will distract himself by laughing at you. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL, somehow manages to break everything. (0/10 partner, made me cry afterwards. this is why i hate children /j)

winwin

you've got like a 50/50 chance of surviving this thing. winwin's scared out of his wits when it comes to haunted houses, but in an actual stressful situation he thinks very logically. given the right circumstance, he doesn't make dumb choices, and can actually progress through the haunted house fairly easy. his only flaw is that when he gets jumpscared he has extreme reactions and always is on the floor. (6/10 partner, just make sure he isn't pulling you to the ground as well.)

haechan

no sane person would pick him, are you okay? i mean he's kinda unpredictable. either cackling and laughing his ass off or sobbing or straight faced the whole time. when he's scared he demands to be carried, like tf? thought you were supposed to protect me. whatever. actually kinda smart and helpful though like if you're lucky you two can get out just fine. (7/10 partner, because at least he isn't gonna leave you alone to die, you'll die together.)

doyoung

get ready for snarky comments on everything, "i wonder if these people are getting paid minimun wage." or "whoever designed this place needs to go to jail why is everything so ugly looking." he's a NERVOUS WRECK though. starts yapping when he's scared. telling the scare actors to "wait pls" (they won't love you like i love you) they don't listen to him though... very tense, movements are stiff, he has like a 25% chance of actually being helpful. (2.5/10 partner, someone tell him to move faster.)

jaehyun

you picked the nonchalant king himself! he'd probably be a bit scared, maybe a few jerks or flinches from the jumpscares, but nothing too bad. probably laughs at the actors or at the situation, but it's not a mocking laugh. very helpful and you'll definitely make it out of there alive! if you're easily scared no worries! he'll be fine carrying you if he has to. give yourself a pat on the back, you picked well. (10/10 partner i have no complaints)

jisung

someone save this poor baby and you because you two are also not making it out alive today. not very loud screams, but oh my god he clutches his chest and bucks his knees like he's heard the worst news of his life. 15,000 mental breakdowns in the span of a minute. asks random obvious questions and is curious about everything. he's too lost in his own head and thoughts to be really helpful, plus he's too scared to try anything so you really aren't progressing further unless you lock in. (2/10 partner, i love you ji but i gotta survive)

riku

honey idk who lied to you but riku is not brave at all. another stumbler, he's tripping all over the place, sometimes you wonder whether it's on purpose or not. no cause this man spends more time on the floor then actually on his feet. when he's collected himself and believes that there's no reason to be scaried he's gonna aegyo his ass off. which doesn't work lol. might as well use him as a meat shield atp. (3/10 partner, good meat shield /j)

yushi

also a 50/50. very very very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to solving clues and mysteries. but when it comes to progressing forward and interacting with the scare actors he's not in his element. asks "who's there" as if anyone would answer. also in denial half of the time, "oh it's not that sc- AHJH SHHHH-" runs around and clings to something, probably your arm. (7/10 partner, just the two of us, we can make it if we try! )

hendery

i asked to survive not a distraction for my fears and worries. why is bro singing???? we're supposed to be working and solving the puzzles, no more distractions pls!! he's going to terrorize you just because it's funny, but i'm in a haunted house NOT A COMEDY CLUB. when it comes to solving clues he cooks dogshit!! nobody let him back into a haunted house thanks! (0/10 partner, i need the scare actor to mercy kill me atp)

chenle

why. you know better than to pick him. 100% will scream as loud as he can and sacrifice you in -119 seconds. laughing mess. he's like sakuya and will leave you to fend for yourself. he dngaf. will also terrorize you because it's "funny". unless it's a competition he will not help you at all and pretends like he's helping but he's not doing anything except goofing around. try again. (-143/100 partner, except he doesn't love you like in the skz song)

johnny

you make it out of there purely off of johnny’s dumbass luck. i’m serious. as soon as he’s jump-scared he puts his hands up and turns around like “helll naahhhh” and then he starts scolding the scare actor like he’s their dad ???? or something ?? why the fuck did this turn into a big ass therapy session about how the scare actor could turn their life around and use their talents for something more rewarding in life? (9/10 partner, you only make it out of there because the scare actor tearfully tells you the answers to all the clues and promises johnny he’ll work on bettering himself.)

kun

if you thought his leader mode self would activate you are wrong. completely wrong. first of all he TRIES to act calm and mature, but fails miserably. also he forces you to do everything, go first, because bro is ACTUALLY A COWARD ISTG. at least he's pretty decent at solving problems, but when he gets jump-scared he's too terrified to function, like if was by himself he would get himself killed. (-4/10 partner, i asked for a good partner not a manchild)

yuta

going with the other non-chalant king is also a fairly good choice! except he's even more unbothered and unfazed than jaehyun, you're wondering if you should be more scared of him than the actors. feel bad for the actors though like they get a kick out of scaring people and he's just like "heh. that's funny" not very helpful with puzzles though so you might have to do that yourself! (8/10 partner, you'll probably survive, but you'll do most of the work unfortunately.)

renjun

i think the only other person you could pick that's worse than him on this list is taeyong. CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO YOUR ARM. savagely trying to crack jokes but is scared out of his wits for sure. he's okay with solving clues, renjun is smart, just don't pressure or tease him or he might actually snap. honestly just don't pick renjun to be your partner. (-127/10 partner, why are we still here? just to suffer?)

taeyong

you are 100 percent getting killed today !! congratulations !! or maybe you wanted that? poor bubu was not cut out for this line of work okay. he screams the loudest screams you've ever heard, does not function normally after the first scare. you could've picked anyone else and maybe you would've had a 99.99% chance of dying instead of 100. (-553/10 partner, PICK BETTER PLEASE. i'm so fucking mad /hj)

ten

he's a runner he's a track star !! he's literally a cat. what else did you expect? him to not be a scaredy cat? when u call him out for being unhelpful or too scared he'll gaslight tf out of you. he'll also deflect and start saying everything you're doing wrong as if you aren't the ONLY PERSON DOING ANYTHING AT ALL?? “stop pushing me” EXCUSE ME? YOU PUSHED ME? makes me so mad, but at least he sometimes is helpful i guess. (-40/10 partner, you should know better than to pick him.)

sion

better than kun maybe on par with winwin i'd say. his leader mode is definitely more active here, also tries to play up and be brave, gets scared very easily but it's okay. he reacts quickly and that's honestly all that matters in a haunted house bc if you can get out of that inital shock and think logically about the situation you can survive about anything. very good with puzzles i don't think he's a bad option! (8/10 partner, jaehyun maybe enlisting in a couple of days but at least we have sion)

jeno

might be the one of the best options out of all of these clowns. but again nct is a circus and they are so unpredictable. i would feel safe with jeno though. he's suspiciously quiet, and not very reactive when it comes to the scares. very smart too like he solves the puzzles in seconds too. take jeno with you and you are LIVING TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! (12/10 partner, very satisfied would recommend. )

xiaojun

you picking xiaojun is like whoever tf seulgi is singing to that knows 28 reasons to run away but chooses to depend on her anyways. LIKE CMON. xiaojun definitely scares himself. also he's really loud in general like you need something to shut him up with. bad at puzzles, okay with scares, idk if you're gonna survive broski. (2/10 partner, maybe xiaojun has dumb luck and you'll survive, who knows.)

ryo

way more mature than sakuya, i'm convinced you will actually survive! this little maltese is very brave and will definitely go first if you're too scared. also willing to throw hands but let's talk about that later you will make it out of there in decent time, and not struggle that much. may get a little bit scared, but he regains his courage very easily! (10/10 partner, guys i love ryo a lot. he's literally my child.)

jaemin

yes jaemin is a good pick, he’s not that phased by scare actors and will even try to talk to some of them about their day. spreads positivity but will probably mock you for being too scared if you get scared by the jump-scares. if you can deal with that you should be fine. he’s not as good as jeno is with the puzzles but can hold his own weight fairly well. “can we go again?” absolutely not. (8/10 partner, would’ve been higher but for that last comment he’s getting marked down a couple of points.)

jungwoo

just because this man isn’t vocal when he’s scared does not mean he isn’t shitting himself right now. instead of screaming, he opts to stumble and fall instead. any little noise will make him jump, even if it’s caused by himself. closes his eyes because “i can’t get scared if i can’t see them!” he was incorrect. jungwoo can in fact get scared if he can’t see them. (0/10 partner, no negatives for jungwoo but you probably won’t survive.)

mark

best option in my opinion. the only leader who calms down the fastest and reacts the best. i mean he deals with haechan and chenle on a daily basis so he has some practice. all his years of testing his patience has prepared him for this moment. deep inside he’s paranoid as hell, but that really doesn’t distract him from getting you two out of there as quickly as he can. extremely motivated and works hard to solve the puzzles. (17/10 partner, much better than his egg making abilities!)

jaehee

he thought it was going to be fun. it was not. “this was NOT a good idea. oh MY GOd-“ pointing to every little thing, “did you see that”. okay but his prediction game is kinda on point though. thanks to his paranoia he manages to predict all the jumpscares. so eventually you two come up with a plan to scare the actors themselves which actually works surprisingly, and lessens your worries about the whole thing. maybe it was fun after all. (8/10 partner, you got banned from coming back though)

yangyang

now most of y’all might think that yy will whine and scream and cry in a haunted house. and, you’re not wrong! but in terms of the pussy-ness scale against the rest of these clowns, yangyang is actually pretty good at this. he’ll flinch, react, scream, and run away, but he takes the lead. willingly to go first, even if he himself is shaking in his thousand dollar shoes the entire time. good at puzzles too! (7/10 partner, so good so bad like whatever zb1 said!)

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[lazerswordweilder]

I wanna see Danny absolutely insane. Not like. We got too silly insane. Like, pushed past his breaking point, desperately trying to hold on, for the fifth time this week, and it’s Monday.

I wanna see him smile when Dash shoves him into his locker, because he’s not sure what to do. On one hand he’s so done with this, and he knows he could end Dash in a fraction of a second. On the other hand, it was almost reassuring, nostalgic, he remembers when this used to hurt.

I wanna see ghosts and humans alike, go to hurt or bother Danny Fenton Phantom. And have them stop when he turns around, because the look in his eyes is not something they understand nor want to mess with. Lancer saw a weight he thought only characters in books could possibly have to carry, Paulina saw tears and when has anyone ever seen him cry, Vlad saw exhaustion that cuts into your very core but you have to keep going because that’s what’s expected of you, Ember saw grief and pain over something that never happened but could’ve been, Dash saw pain a hundred times worse than anything he’s ever felt, Jazz saw protectiveness of a kingdom who hates him, Wes swears he looked insane.

And Danny? Danny is done with their shit. And he doesn’t swear. He’s so tired of everything, he’s so close to giving up, he is very much not feeling phantastic right now. He’s got more scar tissue than skin, he’s pretty sure everything he owns has at least a little of his blood on it by now, he’s forgotten what feeling okay is like, and he can’t even begin to describe everything else, and he means everything. He’s got half the mind to track down who ever said death was peaceful and make them deal with his life. But he’s a hero. Right?

He knows he’s got duties, the Realms needs a king, Amity needs a protector (both the humans and the ghosts), Danny Fenton needs to go to school. Oh and he’s pretty sure Frostbite is having a panic attack after looking at him which is ridiculous. But still, the stars seem real inviting right now, he wonders if Clockwork would turn back time for him and just let him sleep on the moon for 200 or so years. Probably not. (Clockwork absolutely would’ve). He might just do it anyways. It’s kind of ridiculous how much somethings just look like comfy beds to sleep in for a trillion years to him now, he fell asleep in a snow bank earlier which wasn’t nearly cold enough. But it’s kind of fair Danny supposes, he can’t remember the last time his home really felt like home, and Amity in general is his haunt, but eh, whatever.

Still though, having your enemy worried for you is really something. Like Vlad should comment, Vlad’s the source of a small fraction of his problems! Which is a lot! First of all having to worry about another source of constant attacks, having to try and convince his parents that Vlad is so clearly evil, having to check up on Dani and also make sure Vlad isn’t trying anything like that again, and not to mention the whole mayor of the town he lives in thing.

Okay this kind of got off track. But my point is, I want it to be too much, instead of somehow managing to survive it all and getting help, Danny gets pushed off the edge (and can’t get out) and he just goes crazy, he breaks down right in the middle of school over a minor inconvenience, laughing then sobbing then screaming then wailing for ancients knows how long. Then he flies off somewhere and continues to breakdown for a while, then he returns to his life like nothing happens, but it did.

That was it.

He can’t be pulled back now. You had your chance. You all had so many chances. And now he’s lost it for good. And you all deserve it.

He’s not going to apologise for punching Dash through a wall, he’s not going to apologise for whatever he did in that little blacked out period of time, he’s not going to apologise for taking a nap in the observatory and hissing and attacking all the tourists and everyone else, he’s not going to apologise for dissecting his parents, he’s not going to apologise for making Vlad regret it, he’s not going to apologise for making the ghost writer eat a book, he’s not going to apologise at all.

You let him get like this. He doesn’t want to shift the blame. But what was he supposed to do? No. Oh no. Don’t try to explain. This is all your fault. And he’s tired of pretending he’s fine. And he’s tired of helping. Because you lost that a while back.

You all don’t even know how dead you are to him, he had a little regret when it came to Sam and Tucker and Jazz, and that’s why they’re alive right now. Because they did all they could, well, not all they could, but that was because he asked them not to tell. Maybe he shouldn’t off.

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All hail the high king Danny Fenton Phantom. The king who never stopped crying.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

I literally love Eclipse (james x remus) sm

their relationship is so special, James love language is phyical touch while Remus is words so you can always see them next to eachother whispering sweet things

they are also both lovesick idiots, they will push eachother against walls of the castle like no one is watching

who wants some angst??(tw read with caution)

james is not ok okay? he dosent know why but hes not, maybe its the fact that everyone expects him to be someone that hes not or maybe its the pressure of being "golden boy james potter". maybe his mind just hates him. Whatever it is he hates feeling that way, the blade taunts him. The need to skip meals so he can stay fit. The breakdowns late at night so no one can hear him. He just feels auful all the time, but hes glad no one knows.

Remus knows. He can smell the blood, its coppery smell stronger on bad days. He can hear james cry late at night when he thinks hes alone. Most of all he can see whats going on even if the others cant, he can see how James distances himself for people and how he avoids meals, he can see the fatigue in his face when he smiles. It makes Remus feel awful, his bestfriend is in pain and he cant do anything. 

One night its all too much for James, he just cant do it anymore. He dosent want to live, and hes sorry. So he makes his way up the the astronomy tower, blood dripping down his fingers from the fresh cuts, he is hidden under the invisibility cloak so no one can find him. He planned everything- of course its not James without a plan- he left a stack of letters on top of his bed for the Marauders and two more in his chest for his mother & father. He leans over the railing of the tower to make sure that this fall will be fatle, it will.

Of course Remus followed him, the smell of blood was stronger then it ever was and James had left the map. He willed his legs to climb all the way up to the astronomy tower and what he saw was so horrible he could have cried right then. James was quietly sobbing standing on the railing of the tower, his entire hands were dripping with fresh blood. He looked like someone had stomped out his spark and now he was waiting for the final gust of wind to finish him off. Remus quietly climbed up on the railing next to James and intertwined their hands.

"James can you hear me?" he asked

that comment brought the shorter boy back down to earth and a look of panic crossed his face.

"If you jump in jumping too James"

"No, please no" he was pleading for Remus to leave him here and let him jump, Remus was not going to let that happed

"Jamie please, i know your life feels awful and you feel hopeless but you have so much to live for, you hear me? So. Much."

"No"

The way his voice trembled made Remus want to buy a gun and kill anyone who has ever hurt the smaller boy, but he refrained- for now at least.

Remus couldnt let him jump, so he did the only other thing he could think of, he reached out and pulled James against himself into a hug, hoping to transfer every happy memory into the other boy.

Upon the contact James went limp and a sob shook his whole body, he allowed Remus scoop him up and jump off from the ledge and onto the stone floor. He let the taller boy pull him to the floor and he sobbed in Remus' lap like a baby. Remus didnt try to leave or call him pathetic, he stayed where he was, carding fingers through James' curls and whispering reassuring words into his ear. 

Remus dosent know when they both fell asleep, but it couldnt have been for more then a couple hours as the early sighs of dawn were just emerging. James was still asleep so Remus carried him down the thousands of steps until he reached their room. He put James into his bed and pulled up the duvet then turned around to go back to his own bed.

"Rem?" The soft whisper of James voice asked theough the curtains, "stay." James bloody arm -which remined remus to clean the cuts later- reached through the split in the curtains, flailing his wrist to find remus.

"im here fy haul." (my sun in welsh)

Remus crawled under the covers and immediately James wrapped his arms around the boys waist and cuddled in close.

"Thank you." Was the last thing James said before they both fell asleep. 

[dracofeathers]

Calling Fic Writers! Story Idea? -Angst-

If this is already something someone has made, ya'll need to link me ASAP cause its been rotting in my brain all week (if not longer) and I very highly doubt I'd ever be able to write it properly LOL. Art? Maybe...

Please excuse my scatterbrained explanation. I'll probably be adding to this as my little angst-loving brain thinks of more details.

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So, after x amount of time, Aziraphale returns/escapes to the bookshop from Heaven and being Supreme Archangel....just completely defeated, dazed, exhausted and just about broken/verge of breakdown. I've pictured the scene with or without his wings. Crowley and Muriel are there (or at least Crowley) and are understandably surprised/confused.

He just collapses in a sobbing heap muttering and crying "I'm sorry" "Please" "You/we can't do this" "Why" "I don't want to fall" among other unintelligible words, but doesn't seem to quite be with it enough to attempt to explain whats going on. Maybe he'd gain very slight, brief clarity upon seeing Crowley (who has also been a mess), keeps apologizing, begging for forgiveness (from him? Her? Both? Maybe) until finally passing out.

Of course Crowley steps up and tries to take care of him, and figure out whats going on. Because no matter how mad he might get at Aziraphale, how hurt he was by the end of S2, he'll always return and help his angel, because he loves him. Also I'm positive Crowley already knows Aziraphale didn't make that choice easily, that he hurt the angel as well. Bountiful soft, care-taking Crowley here because I live for it.

Eventually when Azi is a bit more stable, (as he would often rotate between quiet desolate/defeated shell shock, and near hysterical crying in fear and grief) Crowley gets bits and pieces of what happened out of him.

The "Supreme Archangel" position was merely a sort of placeholder/fake title, not an actual promotion. Because why would they want to actually give Aziraphale that kind of power to potentially use against them and their plans? He was dangerous enough

The Metatron (and other angels) lied/manipulated Aziraphale the whole time to get him to do what he/heaven wanted. And to of course separate him and Crowley. Possible eventual threats towards Crowley and others to keep Azi "in line". Book of life?

Plans of course include the second coming as it was mentioned, but I'm sure there are others mixed in. More apocalypse starting schemes etc. Never really give the full details and kept the real plans secret. Jesus only mentioned, never seen (very suspicious). Azi tries to investigate but keeps getting interrupted or thwarted. Kept a very close eye on.

Much gaslighting/mental and emotional abuse and manipulation, slowly wearing Aziraphale down in order to break and better control him. No erasing/changing of memories cause its over done to me.

God is still MIA and no one knows whats going on with Her. The Metatron says he speaks with Her, but lets face it he can't be trusted. Definitely scheming on his own with others, maybe Hell as well?

Aziraphale never falls of course, I couldn't do that to our precious angel. He'd be traumatized enough anyway.

Aziraphale tries to be a good angel so bad it hurts, wants to believe in Heaven and "The Great Plan" but is only ever hurt and betrayed for all his efforts up there.

I WILL MAKE THESE TWO WILL HAVE A PROPER TALK I SWEAR

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I just really love hurt/comfort, angst and them taking loving tender care of each other. They would have a happy ending of course. This is how I cope until season 3, don't judge me xD

Also, what I was listening to during this ramble:

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 26: Heatstroke

Let's gooooo! I have 3 minutes until midnight, my time, so let's post today's because I'm still on the right day! I had a lot of fun, and a lot of angst, writing this, so I hope you enjoy! And thanks to @crimsonlyinglilly, for being my sounding board whilst i was writing this.

This one's a return to An Original Mother, from the POV of Elijah's youngest son, Henry Hale. His surname is the name I've decided to use for Tatia's child as well, so his name is literally a callback to Elijah's lover's child, and to her youngest brother Henrik.

Hope you enjoy!

As he was dragged into the quarry, Henry felt as though he wanted to cry. His hands were bound, and the pain inside felt like it was ripping him apart, unlike any other full moon transformation he’d ever had. The witch dragging him wasn’t being gentle either, shoving him to the ground once they’d reached her desired destination.

“What did you do to me?” He snarled at her.

He was hungry, he was tired, he was in pain, and above all, he missed his mother. This witch had taken him from his home, where he’d been waiting for her call, and hadn’t even had the decency to answer any of his questions on their way here.

“I cast a spell, to slow down your transformation,” The witch knelt down next to him, although not close enough that he could attack her. “Your insides are trying to tear themselves free,”

Henry frowned at that, ignoring the witch as she moved away, casting a ring of fire around him. He ignored the pain, too, trying to focus on the niggling feeling that something was wrong.

He shouldn’t be in this much pain, he realised. When Henry had been a child, after one of his very first transformations, his brother and mother had worked together, creating a necklace for him. Not one to suppress his wolf, though he knew that both would have preferred that Henry never activated his curse in the first place. Nor did his necklace slow it down, in case that might lessen the pain.

It was a simple thing, big enough to stay around his neck even as a wolf, that was spelled to numb the pain. To reduce the agony of his monthly transformation, so it wouldn’t hurt so bad for him.

Henry grasped at his neck, but his fingers only touched bare skin. His necklace, with all its magical protections, was gone. And for a moment, he felt real fear, even as the pain overwhelmed him again.

There wasn’t even the chain left, to allow him to grasp onto it. He didn’t have anything to remind him of his mother, his family, and it unbalanced him. Henry had never been through a transformation without at least a token to remind him of his mother and brother, although usually his mother was there anyways.

Sobs began breaking free from his body, causing the pain to intensify with each gasping breath. Still, he got himself under control again. This was the witch’s fault.

Because of his little breakdown, Henry knew he’d missed something. The little witch was smiling proudly at a new man, someone who’d recently arrived - and the doppelgänger, Elena Gilbert, was glaring at her.

Henry knew Elena. Of course he did, the whole school did. He’d been friends with her brother Jeremy, before their parents had died, and Jeremy had gone off the rails. The younger Gilbert had pushed Henry away, so Henry had left it, and gone to their other, non-druggie, friends afterwards.

They were both going to die here tonight, Henry suddenly understood. He didn’t know who the vampire was, but he could smell her, and he was sure that it wasn’t a coincidence that here they had the components for the sun and moon ritual his mother had offhandedly mentioned once.

Well, not if he could help it, Henry decided. At first, he thought about targeting the new man. He was clearly in charge, so if Henry put him down, then maybe…

But he looked at the man, and something in Henry recognised something in this man. Klaus, he thought he heard them call him. There was something in his eyes, in his stance, that made Henry think of his mother. She was old, he knew, far older than even his friends’ great grandparents, and she’d never quite hidden it from him or Lukas.

Klaus had that same ancient power, the knowledge that no one could really stand against him, in his eyes.

It was comforting, a little, to see something familiar here. And Henry’s mother had told him and his brother that she had siblings, although she didn’t know where they were. One time, she’d said the bottom of the ocean, but that had to be a joke.

It was also terrifying, seeing his mother’s eyes in this stranger. This man, this vampire, didn’t want to help him, to rock him to sleep when he got nightmares. No, Henry knew, this man wanted to kill him.

So his attention went to the witch. If she died, this Klaus would have to stop his ritual. He’d have to leave, because if there was something Henry remembered about his mother’s old stories, it was that a witch was essential.

Or, well, he hoped that the witch was essential. Henry would have to kill her, either way, even if it didn’t do anything. Better to try, he remembered his mother saying once, and fail, than to never try, and never know if you could’ve succeeded.

So, he started muttering. He’d only have one chance at this.

And he didn’t know if it was his imagination, but Henry swore he heard the witch start to stumble over her words. He kept at it, muttering his own words under his breath, trying not to draw attention to himself as he heated her body up from the inside.

A heatstroke spell. Henry and Lukas had been messing around one day, looking through their mother’s grimoires. They come across it by accident, but their mother had encouraged them to learn it. Elijah had told them they’d be in danger some day, as her children, and as the children of their father, and so she’d urged them to keep at it.

But they’d only ever practised on their mother. Elijah was immortal, after all, truly immortal, and they’d known that she would get back up afterwards, and give them tips on the spell.

This was entirely different. This was Henry using it on a living person, a witch, someone who would most likely die from it.

Still, he kept his eyes on her, continuing the spell under his breath. She was his enemy, after all, and if there was one thing Henry had learned about enemies from his mother, it was that they were to be utterly destroyed, so they could not retaliate.

Sometimes, Henry wondered what kind of a life his mother had lived, that she would tell her sons something like this. And then he would remember how old she was, and that she’d probably had to deal with enemies coming back for vengeance, and he’d shut his mouth.

The witch’s dark skin made it difficult to tell if the spell was working, honestly. Henry could remember what his mother had looked like, under it, but she was a vampire, and fair-skinned besides.

If he squinted, Henry thought that maybe he could see a red flush creeping across her cheeks, but he could hear the way she was tripping over her words more frequently now. Her body swayed, but she held on, and continued, and Henry reluctantly had to admire her resolve to finish this.

Klaus was looking around, as though he was trying to see who was doing this. He didn’t seem to consider that it was Henry, or either of the women in the circles next to the boy. Which was logical, really.

Henry had hidden the witch thing on purpose, at his mother’s suggestion. The werewolf thing was difficult to hide, really, given that he transformed every full moon, and he couldn’t stop it. Comparatively, hiding his magic, only practising when he was sure there wasn’t any non-family members around, was easy.

But there wasn’t anyone around to take the heat, and Henry knew that sooner or later, Klaus would realise that. There wasn’t anyone else around. This was the Quarry, and even the stoners had stopped going here after Vicki Donovan’s death. No one was here.

The pain that he’d pushed to the back of his mind sprung forward, almost making Henry pass out. It definitely stopped his chanting, though, and let the witch go back to her own chanting.

Or not, as the case may be. Henry had been so focused on Klaus, despite the way his eyes had never left the witch he was cursing, that he hadn’t realised she’d collapsed. Collapsed behind her little bowl, which was frustrating. Henry wouldn’t be able to finish her off, now that she was out of his eyesight.

And it seemed Klaus had realised that the mystery witch wasn’t here, as he turned back to his own witch. Or maybe it was just that he realised that said witch had collapsed, and probably wasn’t going to be able to continue the ritual.

Honestly, Henry was hoping it was the second. He hated that he’d taken her life, but he didn’t want to die. He really, really, didn’t want to die, after all.

But Klaus wasn’t as dumb as he appeared, Henry soon found out. The vampire sped down to them, to his three sacrifices, glaring at each of them. His eyes trailed all three, even as Henry finally finished his transformation, fully becoming a wolf now.

And, unfortunately, unable to do witch’s magic. His wolf mouth just couldn’t form the words, and Henry hadn’t ever been all that good at mental spells.

Klaus growled at them, clearly frustrated, before he headed back up the slope to his witch. Henry watched him with a wolf’s eyes, seeing the way Klaus opened up his wrist, dripping blood from it into his witch’s mouth.

A multitude of swears, some in languages he knew were long dead (he’d learnt them from his mother), ran through Henry’s head. The vampire blood would heal her. He was going to die anyways, no matter what he’d done.

And he couldn’t even go back to killing that witch, since his stupid wolf mouth couldn’t shape the words he’d need for it. Briefly, he tried anyways, envisioning the words he needed, trying to push his intent towards the witch, even though he couldn’t speak.

But there was something, at least. It was something his mother had come up, during the full moon. Henry whined, and chuffed, at the witch, feeling his magic taint his own scent.

It wasn’t an exact art, not like it was when he was a human, but it was enough to injure a witch, at least. Henry’s mother had never known another witch-werewolf hybrid, not like Henry, so they’d been purely guessing when she’d come up with the idea, but it seemed as though it was working.

From heatstroke to intense cold, Henry tried to direct his magic to freeze her. She was going to kill him, was all that ran through his head. She’d taken away his gift from his mother and she was going to kill him.

And his magic reacted to it. It was a lot easier, like this, to cool something down, rather than to heat it up, and so Henry reversed his heatstroke spell easily. The witch’s body temperature lowered drastically, and Henry didn’t stop.

A slight whine sent a portion of his magic to his brother, to alert him that something was wrong. Henry didn’t know how to do it as a human - this could only be done when he was a wolf, and it was coming in handy now.

The witch above him was shivering, he noticed. Good. Henry lowered her temperature even more, until she stopped. He still couldn’t quite make out if she was changing colour or not, but he supposed that it didn’t matter. She’d die either way.

But the way Henry could only train his werewolf magic once a month came back to bite him. After all, this was a trained witch, and he had barely 5 years total of training his wolf-magic. He was going to die here, he realised suddenly, when the witch released him from his circle of fire.

His pack bond with his brother indicated that Lukas was getting close, but Henry could tell that it wasn’t going to be enough. Why would things go that way? Still, he ran towards Lukas. If he was going to die, he wanted it to be with at least one of his family members, even if his mother wasn’t here.

It was futile, he knew it deep down. Klaus was a vampire, naturally stronger than a werewolf, and old. Old enough to be able to defeat most vampires, Henry reckoned. But trying to flee was his only option, given everything. This witch wasn’t dying fast enough, but Henry didn’t know any fast-acting spells he could cast on her like this.

He was caught, of course, and caught fast. He’d known he would be. His mother would play with him on full moons, whenever she was in the area, and he’d always have to resort to tricks and hiding to beat her. Speed alone wasn’t enough.

But he’d managed to bite the vampire, at least. A big bite mark, right on Klaus’ shoulder, as the man had grappled him to the ground. He held Henry’s jaw down, after that, as he ripped out the younger’s heart.

Looking up at him, Henry felt like his heart would’ve jumped, if it hadn’t been in Klaus’ hand. Close as they were, he could recognise even more parts of his mother in this man: her nose, the shape of her eyes… His wolf instinctively recognised it; this man was his kin.

And his killer.

“No,” Henry heard a quiet whisper from above, and he rolled his eyes to look at its source.

They didn’t make it, the cold of death already creeping through Henry’s body, but he didn’t really need the visual confirmation. It was his brother, he could tell by the voice. He could smell Lukas’ familiar scent, from so many nights where he’d snuck into the elder’s bed, scared of the dark and not wanting to be alone.

He didn’t like it now, though. It was tainted with the dark smell of grief, like his brother was giving up on him already.

But he had the necklace. Henry’s favourite necklace, the one he loved the most out of their mother’s collection. It seemed to swirl whenever he’d look at it, getting lost in the deep blues of it.

And now, he hoped that this would work. Hopefully, he would now become it, one of its swirls forever.

Henry faintly registered that Klaus had left, not even going after Lukas. Maybe the ritual was more important? He probably assumed that he’d be able to hunt Henry’s older brother down later, before he could tell anyone about what happened.

His paws felt sticky. Henry’s vision started blurring, the colours sliding into each other. It was beautiful, he thought to himself, before it faded to black.

And then, everything was blue.

[meikostan]

OK finally watching oshi no ko anime, it turns out all i needed was to go outside for like an hour and im normal again

my thoughts under the cut (writing as i watch) (long) (lots of thoughts) (beautiful and true?) (manga reader) (don't read if anime only) (spoilers) (seriously) (i talk alot) (lots of thoughts)

at this point i've reread oshi no ko enough times that even if i didnt already know japanese i could probably make it without the subs SDJLF but its so cool to see lines and panels that im so familiar with brought to life!! i also liked goro's death scene, especially the way they used static and cut between shots. i keep on pulling out my physical copies of onk (well mostly vol 1) and pointing at my screen and the corresponding part of the book like

2. AIIIII little known fact about me is that ai is genuinely my favorite character... WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE SHE DIES IN THE FIRST VOLUME. seriously we only ever get to see her after this when a. her name or demeanor is invoked by another character b. aqua has his numerous mental breakdowns or c. flashbacks (including but not limited to aqua's mental breakdowns). i am always down for ai content!!!

3. its so much easier to ignore the weird vaguely sexual stuff from their babyhood because i know the rest of the series is normal and cool and not into that sort of stuff👍

4. speaking of normal yayayay it's aqua back when he was actually normal and not "normal" :D like he is just a baby. do you think now that oshi no ko is popular people will get into internet arguments about whether you can ethically have aqua as your favorite character post-normalification. actually wait this may already have been happening in the dark depths of some discord server out there.. but i dont use discord so im blissfully unaware

5. OH i dont think ive seen all of the OG b komachi before? or at least not in high detail. epic!

6. infant ruby telling people on the internet "kys" before age 2... truly a model twitter user

7. not gonna lie i havent really ever liked the way babies are drawn here (including manga)... idk their heads just look way too big like adult heads drawn on toddler bodies then ""cutified"". but this is a personal gripe

8. do you think because of infantile amnesia the twins forgot about the whole pretending to be amaterasu moment. do you think miyako still remembers. can you imagine being the foster mother of two kids who you believe to be gods sent to earth. do you think she remembers that she was "charged by the gods with keeping ai's secret" and then aqua. you know.

9. imagine: you married the ceo of a mid production company because you want to date hot men. there are no hot men in sight. you have to watch over one of the idol's twin infant babies. they reveal to you that they are divine messengers of god and also they can speak normally. there are no hot men in sight. you tend to their every need because you don't want divine retribution. you explain the intricacies of the idol industry in detail every couple of days when they complain about the injustices of the world. there are no hot men in sight. you become their foster mom after they witness the traumatic death of their mother, whose secrets you where charged with keeping safe. at least 12 years pass. they never mention any of this again. you manage the idol group one of them is in. there are still no hot men in sight. your name is miyako. every day you wake up.

10. i like how gotanda gives his business card to a toddler. whats he gonna do, call you on his fisher price dial phone? well actually nevermind aqua is probably the only other toddler (alongside ruby) who could make use of a business card

11. KANAA LETS FUCKING GOOOOO but also nothing will ever top 'lick a lying snitch/flick a crying switch'...... nothing ever... :( also taking the opportunity now to say ive always found it hilarious she assumed 'aqua' is his stage name and not his actual legal name, that's how ridiculous it is DSKLFJ

12. sobbing at the ruby ai dance... dont even have that many words i just really like it.. do you guys think ai was thinking about her own mom [& abuse/lack of relationship thereof]? not even just in this scene but in her more serious moments when she's thinking about her kids it's like "i want to make millions so they can go to the nicest schools and have the nicest things" "i want my daughter to dance freely and happily and i will support her in this" which ig can also be excused as 'thats just what a normal parent wants' but idk i like taking into consideration her own past and lack of parental support when looking at the way she tries to raise her children (not that she exactly got a chance to, even while still alive)

13. also i realized at this point that ep 1 is like an hour long not just because of the whole 'we gotta make sure no one drops this before the reveal that shows what this story's actually gonna be about', but also because it would be kinda awkward to have cut any of these scenes out? or not like out completely but like from each other. like if we had ended ep 1 at for example where they do their silly baby dance and go twitter viral (chapter 5 aka the midpoint of vol 1). that wouldve been terrible. but we can't cut it any earlier, or any later. ai's death feels like the natural conclusion to this problem. also i can't really see much of the other sections being stretched out to fit a full episode length being done very well. having ep 1 be a full 90 minutes lets them be as long as they need to be, aka a 1:1 adaptation of the manga.

14. oh boy chapter 9 time

15. i don't have anything to say about ai's outlook that has not already been said but this is the scene that made her my favorite character. not being able to tell at what point your lies become reality.. not really knowing if you've ever loved or been loved truly because your entire concept of 'love' was based off insincerity necessary for survival.. and now not ever being given the chance to explore what 'real love' means to you. FUCK

16. aww i love all these little family moments they added! very cute ^_^

17. yayy go kids get traumatized ^_^ also for some reason i remember the stalker as having really light hair o-0 fascinating. i remembered his name though!! just like ai fr

18. speaking of hair i also did not realize saitou was blond i thought he had brown hair..

19. hey the bandana (? i forget the word) guy holding the ai fan sign during the news montage is from one of the intros to the vol 1 chapters where hes like 'oh yeah i wonder where those dancing babies are now'!

20. another part of that montage shows a house with a wii in it, which came out november 19 2006. characters are shown using twitter which started earlier that same year; it was a pretty popular website even in 2008, but the mobile app only became a thing in like 2010. i'm seeing a mix of flip phones and smart phones so this has gotta take place sometime around 2010. it's kinda difficult to tell exactly what age the twins are in the main story because like the first page of vol 2 has ruby listing her age as 14, but - and the proof is not at my finger tips rn - i swear to god they're like 16 at this point. i have legitimate reasons to believe this but i need to grab exact proof adding to that we also have 15 years of lies, which if im remembering right would be referring to the twins age? i was trying to logic out exactly what year oshi no ko takes place in even though i already know the answer is 'in the modern day' but anyway yeah i'll just finish my episode and move on

21. THE IPHONE RUBY IS HOLDNIG HAS A HEADPHONE JACK. i want so badly to say that's an iphone 4 but there's like a separation between that and the power button. i also dont have an iphone 4 with me so i cant check it irl :( but anyway the iphone 4 was released in 2010, meaning the evidence is piling up for this part of the story taking place some time around 2010. or maybe i'm looking too deeply into this and should go back to actually watching the episode.

22. this is reminding me i was gonna write a fic specifically about this time period where the twins go to therapy and have to adjust to life without ai, having miyako graduate from fake mom to actual mom, aqua faking being fully recovered from the incident so he'd be released from therapy (fic concept was inspired from him stating this in like vol 6), etc. i never did because i spent like 3 hours researching play therapy and never got anywhere with it.. but maybe...

23. THE KIDS HAVING TO WATCH HER FUNERAL THROUGH THE FUCKING CAR WINDOW... I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF

24. YESS AQUA NORMALIFICATION COMPLETE

25. AM I INSANE OR IS THAT AKANE? HER HAIR COLOR IS THE SAME BUT IT'S SO SHORT

26. MEM!!!!

27. AHHH POST CREDITS AI MAKING HER VIDEO FOR THE TWINS "i don't think i'll still be an idol by then" YEAH BUT AT WHAT COST 😭

FINAL THOUGHTS: i liked it alot ^_^ i dont really watch that much anime anymore (not that i watched an incredible amount before, but i am familiar with it) but i really liked this. i think they did a very good job of adapting the first volume! i know the rest of the episodes will be not-film length which does make me a bit sad because i think it would work out well, or at least not badly, if they were. it does also make me really excited for the future, seriously i will actually explode when i see the theater arc in full. cannot wait to see aqua mental breakdowns and ruby evil arc and and and and

the only thing i would've liked is if they could somehow have found a way to incorporate the pre-chapter intro scenes from the manga where they're talking about 15 years of lies, interviews with their pre-school teacher, etc. though both the pre-school teacher and the aforementioned bandana guy appear which may have been their way of doing it? like adding a fun detail for obsessives like myself to point at like 'my god it's those guys from exactly 2 panels in the manga'

tumblr ate my post and erased everything up to #2 while i was writing it and i was about to flip but it turns out that it automatically saves posts while youre writing them now and it was in my drafts safe and sound soooo crisis averted ^_^ anyway those were my thoughts on ep 1

[himbos-hotline]

*drops in here*

You're into 9-1-1 too?!

(also I feel you on the memory issue my brain is currently fried)

*picks you up cuz ya shouldnt just be dropped thats MEAN! who dropped my friend?!*

I LOVE 9-1-1- !! Where dya think I got the name Evan from! I used to use Buck as a shorterning of the name Buckley for,,,,reasons. Now its Buck short for Buckshot, But evan is one of my favourite names that I use! The new series has already made me cry and we're only two episodes in. I keep seeing everyone getting really upset about coma!Buck and I dont understand it, I think it was done correctly and so personally. People really focus on love like its a one-sided romantic thing and 9-1-1 taking the twist on that to focus on the fact that Buck saved Bobby because in all honesty, Buck showed Bobby what it was like to love again and not only love himself again but to love a child who never had that father figure.

Buck figuring out to be happy. He just has to be buck. and Buck will always BE ENOUGH BECAUSE HE IS HIM! Is so fucking important. Being told something youre entire life/something that alters you entire life, like how buck was nothing but spare parts that screwed up, has so affect on a person. Buck started to believe that, the villian of his coma dream being his own anxiousness/inability to accept that he's enough and that he doesnt have to fix everything and that he didnt fail his brother or his family, he was just a child.

I have to rewatch the episode to get like a GOOD grasp on it because I spent half the time sobbing over it. But I am kinda glad we didnt get Buddie this episode. We got the fire fam mourning someone who now is such an intergral part of it, it doesn't feel whole. Sure eddie was the one who outwardly mourned the most [not counting bobby here because god I have never wanted to just cry more] Maube ill do a breakdown on the episode and see the hate fill my inbox because Im happy that they focused on fathers and on familys and on moving on.

The entire theme of closure in that episode and closure not being like a one and done thing- its omething that takes time and is gonna hurt and youre gonna feel like youre pulling teeth and its gonna feel hopeless and useless and terrified but at the same time its gonna be so rewarding at least a little bit, small things like bucks mother measuring the floor for a counch so her son is comfortable NOT so his house looks complete mean so much to people who have had parents/caregivers not care or not outwardly show them love. Chim lettign his father stay a few more days because he knows that the relationship the two of them have is shattered, he doesnt wanna pass that onto Jee. He may be her father but that doesn't mean that she has to get his rage in her bloodstream. Trauma shouldnt be passed down through generations, but it is. But its also possible to stop that cycle.

as someone whose had a relationship with his mother much like chim and his father. Seeing the "I dont forgive you but im not going to make my daughter hate you the way I do. She isn't me, I am not her." is so heartbreakingly calming. Moving on isn't always accceptance. Sometimes its just, getting used to their presence again.

[celestie0]

hello ellieeee!!!!

your responses always have me crying ngl!!! somethings you tell me are so precious to me that they make my day, iloveyousomuch!!!

kisses for you here 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

i’m sure you’re the most fun person to be around in real life, at least id be having the time of my life with you.

i hate kaito and i love for writing him so despicable and annoying. i aspire to write a character like him the way you’ve done.

it’s one thing to let people know about our experience and it’s a whole different level of evil to pull them down to your level of failure because you’re insecure and jealous. kai falls in the second category.

nobody else could tell??? i’m sure they didn’t point it out like me. hopefully, i always panda kun to be recognised!!! he’s my favourite character in jjk. i love pandas in general.

it’s fine, dw, after that ending you don’t have to worry about getting a counsel to represent you for my emotional distress!

reader and geto are giving a very tough competition to kickoff!gojo. but ykw i love gojo, he’s my sweetheart. the love of my life. the apple of my eye. ishouldstop.

no because youve done justice to canon!gojo in this sense, their approach to grieving is similar, except kickoff!gojo is less unhinge and dare i say it: more swoon-worthy. i wanna be like gojo at compartmentalizing and yk just…ive had multiple public breakdowns in uni and i’m so very embarrassed by them, i wish i was more like kickoff!gojo in dealing with them. yk where he calmed himself down for our dear reader? like that. i’m still so impressed by that one scene. it’s so close to my heart. i wish people in my life do that for me. calm down instead of bursting out.

ur so emotionslly intelligent my love and ur empathy is enouhh to make me tear up 😭 ppl in ur life must feel so safe w you

you’re the only person who’s said this to me, and god im smiling like an idiot WHILE tearing up. you’ve no idea how much this means to me, itd get awkward if i start ranting about it. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

thank you for sharing kickoff with us! it literally makes my heart melt and heals me.

i read it with stuff going because it heals me. kickoff has healing abilities. you are just not aware!

you’ve all my prayers and vibes for yourself!!!! you’re such a wonderful soul to have around (even virtually). i appreciate all of you 🥹

it’s so sweet of to be writing and entire character representing her. it always warms my heart when people love their best friends so much and actually make sure that everyone knows that!!!

STOP MAKING ME FLUSTERED!!! IM FLATTERED AS I AM HOLYSHIT I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT READING THIS AND GRINNING LIKE A CAT!!!! ILSYM!!! YOURE THE SWEETEST OF ALL!!

🫶🏻💌

hiiii bb YOUR responses always have me crying pls 😭😭😘💋 i feel like i’d lov hanging out w you too haha 🤣 its giving picnic hangout on the beach w champagne vibes LOL

and yes very true ugh kai is despicable but i really hope he wasn’t comically awful 🤣 i realized in writing ch9 how fkn difficult it is to write a sort of gray character (until theyre revealed to be horrible) idk how a lot of authors/show writers do it

aw girl i hear you ab those university breakdowns 😭😭 the amt of times i broke down crying in my car pls 💀 i think my lowest point was when i full on started sobbing in the library it was so embarrassing🧍🏻‍♀️i also started crying in front of my professor once during office hrs n he didnt know what to do n just handed me a box of tissues 😭 i wanna disappear……but thats besides the point lol. yeah compartmentalizing can be useful sometimes but i think it’s super healthy to let emotions out too for sure :”) but no fs if only i had the composure of gojo in that scene in certain cases haha. it’s like blondie in this is me trying “my words shoot to kill when im mad” thats so me 😭😭 i shld be better ab that

AWW ofc ab the comment u highlighted n also for sharing kickoff :””) im so happy my words made u happy, i really mean them!

and aaa yes my friend isnt even a jjk fan bahaha but she said she’d read kickoff if i started posting it so i had to tribute her somehow 🤣 plus i use her for reference for a lot of the film major stuff so it was the least i could do (lol sort of funny note but when kai mentions working shifts at a movie theater bc he thought a director would notice him……my friend has actually done that LMAOO i kinda roasted her for that 💀💀 yikes)

OFC MY DARLING I LOVE TALKING TO U N BOUNCING FEELS N IDEAS N EVERYTHING OFF OF YOU YOU’re SUCH A JOY <333 ilysm i hope u have a wonderful day 😚💕

[fvrsaeken]

sorting through her drawer, she began to put everything back as carefully as it was put in there the last time she went through it. she can't even bear to look up at carl, she was just waiting for him to leave so she could finish her breakdown in peace. the more she cried the madder she got honestly. she wasn't trying to get into an argument about one-upping each other, she just wanted to show him that he wasn't the only one who was suffering. but then to have him turn around and say that she didn't try and help when he was in his situation with ron made her heart break. sure she probably didn't make it easy because a lot of what she did was just yelling at ron, but she was a teenager. an angry teenager who could see that ron was hurting her older brother and no one was doing anything. she heard him say that he was sorry but she was still in between sobs as she started to re-read what she was putting away. "i don't care..." came out almost involuntarily. and while in that moment she didn't care because she was as angry as she was sad, she didn't know if he actually meant it.

it wasn't until she heard him say "fuck" that she actually looked up at him. she could see the struggle to stay standing and she was just about to get up when he fell. judith let out a gasp as her whole upper body reacted, shaking as she covered her mouth with her hands. "carl don't..." but he was already moving towards her. "just stop moving..." she wasn't full on ugly sobbing anymore, they had definitely subsided, quieter now so she could at least talk in a normal voice. though she sounded congested after crying so hard. "i just... i just wanted you to see me... see that i was suffering and i didn't really do that in the best way..." she sniffled as she explained. "but then you said that i didn't care..." she trailed off as her tears started falling harder again, so she refocused on the drawer. she couldn't talk to carl in that moment, for fear she'd head back down to panic attack rabbit hole. the paper in her hand was an instagram post, it was two photos of judith side by side one was before hannah died and one was the first time she was out in public afterwards. the weight loss was noticeable and the caption made that very clear. she hoped that in his current state carl wouldn't notice so she grabbed a few more instagram posts and put them in the drawer.

she was glad to hear that he wasn't going to leave. she hadn't even wanted him to in the first place. she just hoped that saying it would be enough to get him to shut up. maybe in a way she was right. "the only person who's fault it is, is ron's for treating you like that." and i hope that he suffers and rots in hell. "promise you're not gonna leave?" she asked quietly. she knew that he meant it but she knew she'd feel better if she heard him promise. not like he could really leave anyways in the state he was in.

setting the last few things into the drawer, she took her first full deep breath in what felt like three hours. judith settled her own head against carl's and just like that they were back in their childhood home, judith sitting on her bed, or on the floor by her door crying as carl comforted her after he fought with rick. it was usually the adult's job to comfort the child but carl had always been the one to be there. and she knew there were times that rick couldn't be there, but sometimes she wished he could have been there, for both of them. when she felt carl's body weight shift she immediately grabbed for his wrist and checked his pulse. over the years she'd maintained her first aid and cpr certifications for this reason. so when she knew he was still alive, she let out a shaky breath. "the world hasn't turned us on each other yet, we can't do that ourselves." she admitted quietly. "i'm still mad, you don't get a pass just because you passed out." she laughed sadly before more tears started to fall. "thank you, for being here for me when i need you. mom would be so proud of you. i like to think she'd be proud of me sometimes too..." she felt him wake up before she heard him, though she didn't let go of his arm. "too late for that i always freak out when you pass out."

HE GOES TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE, but immediately feels himself get lightheaded, causing him to lurch forward slightly before slamming his hands down on the counter to keep himself upright. carl knows if he moves from this spot to even attempt to comfort his sister, he'll pass out. he tilts his head down, looking down at his feet while he tries to calm himself down. he can feel his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest now, which isn't helping him at all. carl wants to badly to comfort his sister, because he knows she's having a panic attack, but there's nothing he can do right now. he can't move to sit down on the floor or he'll pass out before he can even get halfway down, but he can't stay standing. ❝ judith, i'm sorry — ❞

CARL CAN'T FINISH WHAT HE WAS SAYING, he feels like he might throw up if he does. he takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating. he doesn't do a very good job of it, since the second he inhales, he starts breathing heavily. carl tries to get himself to stop before it goes too far and makes him even more lightheaded, but he's not doing a very good job at that. ❝ fuck — ❞ he shifts his weight, trying to keep himself standing upright, but can't manage it without dropping to the floor.

HE'S STILL CONSCIOUS WHEN HE HITS THE GROUND, managing to catch himself and sit up before his head slams against the floor. he feels terrible about making his sister cry, so now that he's on the floor, carl crawls over to judith and sits next to her, unsure if he should comfort her or not. after giving it a bit of thought, he scoots closer to her anyway and wraps an arm around her to pull her closer to him. they never should've started fighting, they should've just had their little pity party and moved the fuck on. but now here carl is, dizzy and close to fainting, just trying to stop his sister from sobbing uncontrollably. his words are slurred slightly, and for the first time in a while, it's not because he's drunk. ❝ jude, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have taken all that shit out on you. you were just a kid when all that happened, you were fifteen when i started dating ron. you're right, it's not fair of me to blame you for any of that. i should blame dad for not separating the two of us and making ron move out. ❞

CARL DOESN'T REALLY FEEL LIKE IT'S FAIR FOR HIM TO BLAME RICK, either, he didn't see ninety - five percent of what ron did to his son. if anything, he should blame himself. he didn't see the red flags soon enough; the controlling behaviour, the very public proposal, the fact he had to chop off his own hair to keep ron from grabbing it and pulling him back, the bodyshaming and the slutshaming, all of it. carl should've seen everything sooner. but he didn't and he's an idiot for it. and he knows he can never say any of this to anyone, because they'll go on and on about 'it wasn't your fault, how can you say that ??' but in carl's mind, it is his fault. ❝ i'm sorry, it's okay. i'm not gonna leave and i'm not gonna blame you. none of it was your fault, i promise. ❞

HE RESTS HIS HEAD AGAINST HIS SISTER'S OWN, rubbing her arm and just trying to keep his eyes open. he used to do this all the time, comfort her while she cried. but typically it was because he'd just finished screaming at rick and she'd heard all of it. now carl's just trying his best to calm his sister down and stay conscious while leaning against her. he doesn't do a very good job of it, though, because after sitting there with her for a few minutes, carl ends up passing out. the only indications that it's happened are his full body weight being applied to judith's side and the fact he's not breathing heavily anymore. it doesn't last long, only a few minutes, but he still feels terrible when he comes to. ❝ shit, sorry. i'm okay, promise, don't freak out on me. ❞

[stuckwthem]

hii could you do joseph quinn comforting you after watching the finale pls😭😭😭😭

hell yeah!!! i'm so happy with this request but makes me wanna cry so bad 😭 hope you like, love xx

joseph comforting you after watching the finale | fluff

t/w: SPOILERS AHEAD. eddie's d word.

summary: joe trying to cheer you up after watching the finale.

authors note: really hope you like it! requests are open! i'm so sorry if is trashy :/

p.s: english isn't my first language.

i felt the need to put this fucking photo and bless y'all eyes. god i'm so in love.

you never thought that you could cry so much over fictional characters until stranger things 4 came out. you were having one of the biggest breakdowns in your life while eddie was dying and just couldn't stop crying until the end of the episode. you finished it absolutely sobbing, mumbling some words about how unfair all of that was. 

you could see some tears running on joseph face too, but by the fourth time you were replaying eddies and max's deaths he started to chuckle. his hands were on your hair as your head is laying on his leg, stroking slowly the whole time. you turned your head to look at him, offended with how much he started to laugh. he stared you back in absolut awe, thinking how cute you looked with a red nose.

"i can't believe they did this." you exclaimed, lifting up your body and sitting by his side on the sofa. a hiccup left your mouth and you felt more ridiculous as he smiled.

"oh hun, i can't believe you are crying this bad!" he says with a soft tone, hiding a smile, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

”did you watched it? of course i'm devasted! i mean, they're just kids! eddie didn't deserve it!” you whined, looking at him with disbelief. 

he also had a sad expression and tears in his face all the time while watching it, you could see how much this role had affect him. it was possible to see how proud he was by the glow in his eyes. you felt like your chest could explode with so much pride.

"plus, it was almost to like…watch you die." you almost whisper, a bit ashamed with how emotional you could get towards him. he looked at you worried, frowning, not wasting any time to hug you. 

joe has big arms, a soft chest and loving hands so when he cuddles you against his body everything seems to calm down inside you. you rest your head on his neck curve, sniffing. 

"wait, no, darling, are you kidding me? i'm right here, see? blood and flesh and i ain't going nowhere. it's okay, we're good" his british accent gets so heavy when he is caught by surprise and right now you just wanna melt with the vibration his voice makes as you're laying in his chest. "and don't worry, i'll make sure eddie has metal and d&d wherever he are"

joseph grabs your hands when you lift your head to look at him with a pouty face. he is trying to not laugh, so the upside down smile he gives makes you smile with him. joe brings your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of both of them, looking into your eyes with most careful gaze. he just keeps there, holding you for at least thirty minutes as you don't stop rambling about how good actors those kids are and discussing all theories that came into your mind. joe just nods and add comments between your monologue, slowly starting to rant with you.

"but the kas theory is the best one" he says, with widening eyes, totally deluded as he happily talks non-stop about eddie, with passion in his eyes. "c'mon, that kid as a vampire? would be mental!"

"hm mrs. quinn, you're getting too excited with this idea, got something to share with the class?" you murmur, suspiciously. he smirks at you, denying with his head.

"hey, i'm just saying" the curly-head shrugs, raising hands in surrender. you squint your eyes at him and joe laughs at your distrust "you know, i kinda like the ideia of being a vampire" 

his tongue walks through inside his cheek, holding a teasing smile. you breathe in heavily, feeling a little dizzy and euphoric with only the ideia. 

"oh yeah?" your shoulders push him playfully, and for a moment is possible to see the unknown glimpse that passes through his eyes.

"you know what?" joseph asks, leaning towards you. a strong scent of soap and a after bath lotion entering your nostrils, intoxicating your sistem. "you would be my first victim"

you don't even have time to protest when he attacks your neck, kissing the sensitive area frantically. his lips move up to your jaw and then your face, leaving a kiss on every speck on your cheeks. your chuckles mixed with his echoes on his apartment, just like the sweet nothings both of y'all say between the burst of laughter.

"feel better, gorgeous?" he asks, pulling his face a bit back from yours when he stops, just to have a better look of your tearful and red face, analysing every aspect of it. 

you nod with a soft grin and he smiles back, hugging you again before cupping the sides of your face in his big hands, squeezing gently your cheeks.

"i'll make us a cup of tea" and then he presses a delicate kiss on the top of your nose, leaving you in absolutely awe.

[babyjakes]

fighting the tide.

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | trying not to cry

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | reader overhears linda being rude af, reader fights very hard not to cry but fail, reader has a deep fear/hatred of crying, ransom is SO SOFT soft soft babies, both him and reader <3

word count | 1,357

an | happy saturday bitches B-)

“She won’t last, none of them do. It’s Ransom. He like his girls out the door before the sun rises in the morning.”

With the side of your head resting against the cool glass of the passenger seat window, you sucked in a heavy breath through your nostrils as you tried to shake the horrible words from your mind. But it was no use. Linda Drysdale’s miserably sarcastic tone was playing like a record on repeat as you stared forward through glazed eyes, unable to focus on anything other than your racing thoughts and the low rumble of the car’s engine.

Only an arm’s length away, both large hands grasped firmly against the steering wheel, Ransom could feel the defeat radiating off of you as you sat in the silence. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he could only imagine it had something to do with his insufferable family doing what they did best- ruining everything in his life without even trying. Which is exactly why he was nervous to bring you around for a family dinner. But when he had mentioned how much he was dreading the impending event, you, being the sweetheart that you were, had been more than happy to offer to tag along. “If you really have to go, the least I can do is come along and keep you company.” He had appreciated it more than he could express through words, but now it was clear that the whole thing had gone up in flames, despite both of your best efforts to have the night go as smoothly as possible. 

“Honey…” Ransom’s worried voice trailed off into the quiet as he furrowed his brow, stealing a quick glance over at you as he continued down the road. “You feelin’ okay?”

You offered a wordless nod, but at that point both of you were well aware you were just trying to get him off your back. The last thing you wanted to do was breakdown right there in the car; you were doing everything in your power to at least make it home before coming completely undone.

“Okay bub, okay,” the man’s soft voice conceded, waiting through a few moments of silence before daring to add, “Almost there, sweet girl. You want me to run you a bath when we get in?”

“No,” you dismissed faintly, gaze dropping to your lap where your hands were resting, “that’s okay. Think ‘m just gonna crawl into bed.”

Frowning further at your words, Ransom nodded, though no part of him wanted to let you just disappear into the covers without any sort of attempt at a conversation; he knew there was care and repair needed. And he knew you were one to deprive yourself of that, though he always did his best to make sure he gave it to you anyway. 

The last few minutes of the drive home were quiet, nothing stirring between the two of you as the familiar roads passed by through the windows. As the car pulled up the private gravel drive to the house, the sensored lights on the garage’s exterior lit up, their glow offering a hint of visibility through the cold, black dark of the night. Bringing the vehicle to a gentle stop, Ransom shifted into park before pulling the keys from the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt before pausing. Head lifting up slightly, he turned to glance at you as you sat still strapped into your seat. And as the soft blue seas of his eyes finally met your own, that was all it took. Before you knew it, your vision was flooding with tears as a shaky sob escaped your lips.

“Oh sweetheart-”

Lowering your head instinctively in shame, you did your best to force down the rising waves of emotion, hands coming up to clench into fists over your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. Within a matter of moments, Ransom was hurrying out of the driver's side door, making his way around the front of the vehicle to get to you. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he opened the passenger side to your shaky cries growing worse. There was nothing in the world that could bring him to his knees quicker than the sight of your suffering. Trying to collect himself for both of your sakes, he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"Oh baby, hey- come here, y/n." Reaching in as gently as he could, he undid your seatbelt, carefully easing the straps back to free you before wrapping his large arms around you to collect you into his embrace. Lifting you up with little effort, he held you close, a hand coming up to brush your hair back from your dampened cheeks. "My sweet angel, it's okay. Let's get you inside, hm?"

Unable to do much more than offer the man a shaky nod, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck as he closed the car door behind the two of you. "Gotta lock it up baby, just a sec," he murmured into your hair as he reached down into his pocket, clicking a button on the fob twice to earn a faint beep signalling it had worked. "There we go, okay princess," Ransom kept talking to you softly as he walked the two of you up the rest of the drive to the doorway, hoping his calming words might help as you fought to take steady breaths in his arms.

Ransom knew you inside and out, and that meant he knew the intricate battle you were fighting internally at that moment. He knew you hated to cry more than almost anything; it was something you had battled with all your life. That's why you had developed the maybe counterproductive habit of trying to fight back tears whenever they did arise, but sometimes your feelings would inevitably become just too overpowering as they were that night, and Ransom knew it was imperative that he do whatever he could to support you.

After turning the house key in the front door to let the two of you in, the brown-haired man planted another kiss into your hair softly as he guided the two of you to the living room, settling down on the plush brown sofa with you on his lap. Sitting in the silence, Ransom brought a hand up to run soothing lines over your back, his voice low and steady as he murmured to you, "Keep breathing for me, sweetheart. It's okay."

Unable to form any words out of fear of collapsing further into your breakdown, you just did your best to obey the man's suggestion. Finding the faint sensation of his pulse against you, you tried to time your breaths with the steady beating of his heart. Feeling you relax the slightest bit against him, Ransom smiled. "There you go, that's it, y/n. Don't have to do or say anything yet, honey. Just keep breathing for me, that's all."

The next several minutes were filled with nothing but the quiet hammer of the man's heart guiding your intake of air, only an occasional hiccup or sniffle on your end breaking through the silence. Ransom was doing all he could to comfort you physically, hands rubbing over your arms and back, continuing to kiss the top of your head every once and a while to let you know he was right there. At some point, when you realized the crashing tides of your feelings had finally settled back down and receded enough to be manageable, you let out a deep sigh, slumping a bit against the warm body holding you so steadily afloat.

Eyes rising shyly up to search for his, you found them gazing down attentively at you, softening as he smiled at finally getting to see your face. "There you are; hi, baby." Kissing your nose softly, Ransom brought a hand up to cup your cheek, cooing gently as you rested against his palm. "There, I got you, honey. You just take your time, okay? And whenever you're ready, if you want, you can let me know what's on your mind."

[bradshawswife]

————Little Freaks 2.————

w/c: 1,438.

description: part 2 of Little Freaks, just with a happy ending!! Highly suggest reading the first part, or else you’ll have barely any idea what’s happening in this part!

warnings: ANGST again I'm sorry besties i sobbed making this one too. BUT, there's a happy ending! Suggestive themes, MINORS DNI 🔞. Stupid lovers. Fluff!! Finally!!

a/n: I'm glad people wanted this happy ending as much as I did 🥹 it hurt making the last one. Hope y'all love this ending too!

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Just as Bradley got in his car to chase you down, he wondered if he’d even be able to catch up to you. He worried he missed out on his last chance to change everything. He quickly sped off from The Hard Deck, and drove quickly (but safely!!) down the way you drove off.

Within a few minutes he sees your car in sight. You were parked on the side of the road crying your eyes out. You never thought you’d be in this situation again. He steps on the gas even more to make sure he’d catch you in time.

Just as you were about to re-cooperate from your mental breakdown, you see a familiar blue Bronco speed past, and park in front of you. You can’t believe he nearly killed himself to get to you.

You see Bradley get out of his car and run towards you. Debating on whether or not to get out of your car, you decide the latter. Swinging your car door open you knock Bradley back a few steps. As you both start laughing, he confesses something you’ve been dying to hear.

“I should have never let you walk away, Y/N. 10 years ago, and now.” he states. You’re both leaning against your car, that's hot from the sun raining down on it.

“I’m so sorry for not trying harder then. I was really stupid for letting you go.” he murmurs, looking down at his feet as he kicks dirt. You stare at him in disbelief. You always thought it was easy for him to just let you go. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You thought he moved on within days, but the truth is, no girl would ever be you. You were it for him. You hung the stars in the sky for him. He tried moving on, sleeping around to find someone that would bring him the happiness you introduced to him. He never found that sunshine in their smiles, the kind heart you possess. You were the only one who could bring him that kind of happiness.

Staring at him, you realize he’s trying to hold back tears. You always had a soft spot for guys when they show their emotions. He explains the whole moving on fiasco, choking back tears.

“I really tried to move on, I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me after I left you in the dust,” he mutters through the tears eventually falling down his cheek, “you are it for me. You’re the only one who can give me the happiness I crave. Ever since that first day in college, you filled my sky with stars.” Now you were both crying. You can’t believe after all this time he still loved you.

“Oh, Bradley.” you look at him, reaching to his cheek to wipe the tears off with your thumb. He puts his hand over yours. You still felt as soft as he remembered. All those lonely nights on deployments. He kept numerous polaroid's and other photos of you in many places. His wallet, his phone, his helmet, and his pockets. He would always pull them out whenever he missed you, which was almost constantly. You never left his brain, no matter how hard he tried.

He never reached out because he was scared of seeing you with someone else. Little did he know, you never moved on as well. Sure, there were other guys, but they were never Bradley. They were never the sweet, nerdy boy you fell in love with. They never made you smile that hard. Hell, they couldn’t even give you the sex that Bradley did. After all these years, and many other guys, he was still the best you've ever had.

"I never moved on, Bradley. You are the one made for me too." you confess, tears still slipping out of your eyes. "Who did you have your arm around tonight." you ask, wondering if you should have even asked that, you didn't want to seem jealous or anything, despite the fact that you were, only a smidge though.

“That was just a friend, I promise. There’s no one else like you Sunshine.” he states, you still love that nickname he gave to you all those years ago.

Before Bradley showed up, crying to you on the side of a road in the middle of San Diego, cars speeding by every other minute, you were about to start your car again and drive off, leaving him behind forever. Now that he's here, confessing he still loves you, everything comes flooding back to you.

"I was just about to drive away, before you pulled up." you sob.

"I guess it's meant to be then, huh Sunshine." you smile at the nickname. The nickname that made you wince not even an hour ago, is making you grin like you were a college student again. "There's that smile I missed so much." he smiles, and its a continuous cycle of his smile making your smile bigger, vice versa.

He quickly puts his lips to yours, for the first time in a decade. He still kissed the same, the kiss you missed more than anything. You always felt so safe in his arms. He was your comfort.

He missed your kisses, they were always his favorite.

After that amazing reunion kiss, you followed Bradley back to his house. And just like you predicted, he was still great in bed. No guy could ever make you finish that many times. You both fell asleep that night, content and happy that you were finally in each others arms.

That morning, Bradley woke up first. He was used to waking up early for his job, he rolled over to see the sight that he dreamt about for years on end. You, cozy against his comforter and pillows, with drool coming out of the corner of your lip. Not the prettiest sight to you, but to Bradley? He wish he could snap a polaroid of this. He would, if he didn't get rid of the camera in a fit of rage one night. He kept it on his beside table, but one drunken night he just got sick of looking at it, constantly reminding him of his mistake.

After about 10 minutes of staring at you with such love, you woke up to him looking at you. "Tell me this is the first time you're staring at me while I'm sleeping" you laugh, with a raspy morning voice. He loved your deep, raspy morning voice. It was a stark difference from your usual sweet tone voice.

"Nope, sweetheart, this is certainly not my first time staring at you while you slept" he exclaimed, in his (still have butterflies over that video) own raspy voice, "And it won't be the last."

And it wasn't the last time he'd stare at you before you woke up. He always made sure to wake up before you, just so he could have a slice of sunshine before he went to work.

You eventually stayed in San Diego, with him. Living with him again filled your heart back up, after years of living alone.

After 6 months, Bradley couldn't wait anymore. He found out what rings you liked based on your Pinterest account. This was the ring he settled on. He felt it radiated almost the same sunshine as you did. He brought you out to eat at your go to date night restaurant, and then to the beach. The sun was setting with the prettiest yellow sky. As you two were walking through the small waves, holding hands, he quickly stepped in front of you, stepping on your foot, in true Bradley fashion.

"Ow, watch it, dork" you giggle, pretending to wince in pain.

"Sorry baby, this is important" he says, voice slightly shaking.

As he drops down to one knee, you can't stop the tears from welling in your eyes. He grabs your soft hand, letting out a quick cough.

"Sunshine, this is way overdue. I should've done this over 10 years ago. I knew I wanted to marry you then, I was just a stupid guy." he states, choking back tears himself, "I've loved you every single day since you ran into me in college, and I'll continue to love you every single day if you let me." He quickly pulls out a small box, with the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen in your life.

With tears streaming down your face, you quickly scream "YES!!!" as you jump into his arms, getting spun around a few times. After setting you down, he made haste and slid the ring on your finger. A few people that were on the beach that watched start clapping and cheering.

And they both lived happily ever after,

The End!

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Ok, Double Down made me sad...

So...

At the darkest moment in this whole thing...Ingo is hurt, Sneasler is upset, hopefully the baby will be fine, they can't trust anyone... She is on the verge of a complete breakdown, as this is so much *worse* than anything she went through in Hisui...

Akari hears a voice.

It's faint, she can't make out any words, but it stops her cold.

She hears that voice again, a bit louder.

Ingo and Sneasler are worried why she suddenly stopped, but Akari takes no notice...

Because her heart is beating out of her chest, tears are coming to her eyes, she is *trembling*...

"Dawn!" The voice calls again...louder...closer!

"...Mama...?" She whispers, to her friend's shock...

"Dawn!"

"MAMA!" She bursts, tears flowing, rushing towards the voice as many memories flood her mind, confusing her...but that doesn't matter!

Ingo and Sneasler rush after her, only to find Akari and a woman who looks *a lot* like an older her, hugging and crying and refusing to let go...

Oh! Oh my heart! 💖🥹🌈

I love this!! I’m so going to use this. It’s just too perfect!

I love Johanna joining up with the group and being the hopeful light for them. Mama is here and she’s not letting go of her baby again, or her kind new friends.

It’ll definitely be later in the story, but I got to figure out where.

Ok, so I’m thinking after Ingo escaped out the back of the Poke-center with the Nurses and Emmet help, they all regroup, think they’re in the clear, and then are ambushed! Emmet, who’s still dressed as Ingo due to the plan to escape the poke-center, is kidnapped while Ingo is badly injured. Akari finally manages to get away from her attackers and then finds Ingo injured and unconscious, Emmet missing, and more attackers moving in. It would be then that her Mask comes off, her eyes glow, and her Zorua evolves into the Zoroark and attacks the people.

What follows would be the darkest hour, cause for one brief second they thought they had a win, they thought they found a connection to their past, and it’s all snatched away.

They escape and try to figure out their next move. Emmet has been taken and they need to save him but they are hurt and out of potions and low on food. They don’t know where he was taken and they can’t track them right now until they can revive/heal their Pokémon.

Akari’s identity might be revealed before this, or at least figured out by a few folks who then informed her mother. So Johanna is already out and searching for her daughter and then hears from Barry where Emmet had gone to meet up with them after the escape from the Poke-Center. She sets out to look around there, calling out to her lost daughter, and then, for the first time in almost a year, she hears her babies voice.

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Also. I’ve decided Instead of having a Togetic in her champion team which Dawn would have gotten from the Togepi egg Cynthia gave her in Pokemon Platinum, for plot reasons I’m gonna let her have a Blissy instead. This being from the Happiny egg she got from the traveler in Brilliant Diamond/Shining Pearl.

Because at this point the group needs a medic! Especially someone who will be as stubborn and Akari’s Blissy will be. They are all going to SIT and HEAL and anyone who tries to get between her and her patients will Regret It.

Like as Akari is sobbing into her mothers arms, her champion team burst free from her moms bag and are now joining in on the hugging and the crying. All except for the Blissy. Who slowly turns in her heel and locks eyes with a limping Ingo. Target acquired.